#Kakashi yearning

[rhupi]

" Something stupid "

- Frank sinatra

[chialattea]

(leans into the mic) my ideal team 7 dynamic is one where Uchiha Sasuke, former terrorist who has tried to kill his teammates multiple times and was such an edgelord he likely practiced his one-liners in front of a mirror ends up, somehow, being the voice of reason on his team.

[sadieslimes-blog]

POV: I'm your trans girlfriend and I'm disappointed you haven't taken your pants off yet, will you?

[zorosdimples]

sleeping in on sunday and getting up late to eat a homemade meal and lounge around your apartment. your hair is messy and his eyes are bleary but that only makes you fall in love with each other more. sloppy kisses give way to lazy grinding and when you finally sink all the way down on him, you shudder in pleasure. he doesn’t try to hold back his moans as he squeezes your soft breasts and raptly watches you bounce at your own pace. you both climax quicker than you usually do, not that either of you care. you exchange sweet kisses, unhurriedly clean up, and get back to your quiet sunday.

[pupkashi]

good morning who’s up thinking abt the rush of adrenaline you feel after watching kakashi absolutely rip someone to shreds because they dared laid hands on you or simply threaten you only for them to come up to you covered in blood and touch you so gently you almost don’t realize his hands are on your skin

brown and red eyes staring at you with utmost concern and fondness, his breathing hitched in his throat when he asks if you’re alright. “let’s go home, my love” there’s a softness in his voice, tenderness that no one could’ve predicted from the killer he was seconds ago.

the realization dawns on you then.

only you would ever be witness to how clingy and soft he was behind closed doors, no one would ever know he loved his scalp scratched and being the little spoon. it makes your stomach flip and heart flutter as you hold him a little closer that night.

[cebwrites]

nsfw headcanons (genma, kakashi)

oc x canon | kakagenhyou | nsfw under the cut cw: knotting, marking, choking, fisting, double penetration word count: 2.8k

Genma and Hyou spent most of their early twenties flitting in and out of each other's living spaces, content with how comfortable they were with one another; making excuses to hang out when they had nothing better to do and finding that they enjoyed each other's company more than either really expected

They knew each other from early childhood, so in a way maybe their getting together was just as inevitable as the hiatus they went on to figure things out - now that they're back together, they're going to make it work, determined to hold onto that spark between them that formed so long ago

You wouldn't expect someone as laid back as Genma to get very worked up over anything, but something about his old friend and the competition Hyou incites just brings out the worst, most territorial parts of him

Bickering well and truly is a part of foreplay for them, if not the all out battles when they spar physically, it's a miracle they make it to home sometimes with how intense they get—but there may or may have not been instances where they were dangerously close to throwing out all decency and getting to it on the forest floor

They cover each other in marks and thank the stars for how much jonin blues actually hide - though sometimes one of their shirts ride up as they stretch or someone's collar slips a bit too low, and the break room gets another round of gossip for the next few days whenever they see Genma lean in just a little too close to listen in or when Hyou active grabs him close after a cheeky remark; neither of them particularly mind

They're adults in the arguable prime of their lives with needs, it only gets a bit cumbersome when mostly harmless giggling and snickers from friends turn into invasive questions from peers they've only spoken to once

Hyou started testosterone around their mid-twenties, the gauntlet of new sensations and emotions never felt before hit them like a freight train and while Genma was always going to be supportive, he did admittedly find a little amusement in his partner's struggle with strange smells, acne like they were twelve again, body hair in odd places (though they'd always had at least a noticeable amount as a proud Inuzuka, now it was worse), and a less than comfortable time with bottom growth

Up until he was the one needed to quench their near-constant insatiable desire, anyway

As it turned out, on top of giving them a functioning phallus, T also blessed Genma's partner going through the Horny Trials of Heracles with the ability to knot like some other members of their clan, then it suddenly wasn't so cute to watch Hyou pout and complain about their dick hurting

While Shiranui's libido was in no way lacking, it was hard to keep up with a man going through all the impulsive horniness a second puberty entailed; though what made it rougher was that Hyou only wanted to top for the time being and Gen's back, hips, and ass couldn't take much more back-to-back nightly friction

When Hyou's hormones eventually levelled out and they were able to return to normal, Genma made sure to repay everything in kind

They're both very territorial, maybe it's because of Hyou's genes on their end and maybe it's because Genma feels the urge to complete with them at almost every turn; this doesn't change when Kakashi gets thrown into the mix, if anything it gets worse - almost everything is a fight for domination with these three, they're like animals in heat near-constantly

When they've been away from each other for a while on a mission or simply haven't had the time or opportunity for deep intimacy, the jonin all meet up Hyou's place to drink, eat heavy dinners, and then fuck like wild animals for the rest of the night with the desperation of eon-aged-touch-starved primordial desire

Kakashi despite being the youngest out of the three is a beast with libido to match - this was the main reason for why he never really slept around with anyone, always afraid of accidentally hurting them, although he did have the occasional rendezvous with an Anbu captain or two back in the day - with Hyou and Genma giving him a run for his money now, he has very little to worry about on that front

Genma has bite scars on his left hand between his index finger and thumb from the time Hyou's teeth drew quite a lot of blood from him - Gen did unintentionally get them right back, however, since his hands weren't entirely clean from his shift in the poison corps just yet - Shiranui got away unscathed (not counting the open wound) because of the immunity he'd built from... accidentally poisoning himself many times before

Nothing about their initial argument was charged in any way, but the moment Genma felt Hyou's teeth sink in while they tasted iron on their tongue, taking their time with cleaning up the bloody mess with their mouth - whatever mood existed between them before, it'd definitely changed into something else now

Inuzuka spent a few days bedridden with nausea and mild inflammation but it was worth it to see Genma walking around with that bandaged hand for a while knowing they were the cause; Gen was also sent home with stitches and chewed out for not washing his hands properly, thank god these 20-something idiots hadn't gone any further that night or they would've had much bigger problems to worry about

Hyou's claws are indiscriminate but Kakashi is usually on the receiving end of them because of the kinds of positions they end up in; Hyou loves feeling the way his muscles shift, every hitch and twitch under their touch, the certain level vulnerability he's offering to them, it's all very hot and sentimental; and while they've been warned against using their claws on Gen's bare skin, Hyou's shredded quite a few of Shiranui's thickest flak jackets, at times down through the blue undershirts at times, even

Shinobi go through their uniforms quite frequently, being damaged specifically by enemy attacks plus the general wear and tear of being out on the field, but after a handful of occasions, the folks in charge of replacing gear start to notice a pattern in the way Genma's are always ripped up in the back by the same number of "claw" marks, usually in similar places too

That said, Genma gave them both the third degree after being called over a second time to heal wounds deep enough in Kakashi's back to pass as an enemy attack - Gen made sure Hyou clipped their nails after that, but within the week they were back to normal after a mission where they had to use their canine abilities - not that Hatake really minds (Genma minds)

Kakashi loves Hyou's thighs not only because its his favorite place to nap, it's also because intercrural with them feels so damn good—if Hyou isn't quite in the mood for penetration they'll allow him to lube up their thighs as a substitute and regardless of how they felt at the start of it, seeing the mess Kakashi makes between them, the mess that he turns into, always ignites something in their gut—Kakashi's more than happy to lap up his own cum at their discretion while making sure his partner reaches a climax of their own

Genma loves Hyou's dangerous, pretty little mouth; they bitch and jab at him and verbally spar so well - he can't help take at least a little pleasure when he's allowed to shut them up for the time being with heady, mind numbing kisses, running his tongue over the canines that've pierced his skin many times before, or watching them wetly catch a breathe around his pulsing cock, the ever-present threat of sharp fangs acting more of an enhancer rather than a deterrent for these freaks (affectionate)

Hyou loves Kakashi's broad back, partially why they insist on marking him there so much however they can—though it's mainly with their claws—staking the claim that he's theirs and these scars on their favorite part of him are proof of that

On Genma, it's his neck and collarbone, they tend to be more gentle with their markings here because of how sensitive these areas are compared to Kakashi's but Genma still has some visible nicks here and there from where Hyou's teeth have broken skin after he personally egged them on

While the focus most of the time is on their mutual partner, the two men do have preferences for each other as well - Kakashi likes how silky Genma's hair is, it's undoubtedly very pretty and soft for a shinobi, gives him more reason to pull it when he's deliberately pushing buttons to rile him up

Shiranui just thinks Kakashi has a nice shapely ass, tight too; Gen and Hyou have spent quite a while prepping Kakashi some days just to get three fingers in, Genma finds it a little endearing because he doesn't mind taking his time, Hyou just wants their man to relax already so they can get on with it, especially if they're particularly needy (in heat, insatiable, unbelievably horny for the Rokudaime's hole)

Genma's definitely had to exercise his duties as Elite Hokage Bodyguard by standing between a nosy visitor and Kakashi's office a handful of times knowing that Lord Sixth was busy being knotted behind those doors and it'd take a while before Hyou was able to settle down

Raidou's seen a lot of things in his tenure for each of the four Hokage he's served but putting up with his former juniors' seemingly endless libido may be the closest he's come to considering formal retirement; all things considered Minato and Kushina have definitely fooled around where they shouldn't have while he was in office too, but they just kept it away from the bodyguards, who were children at the time

That said, Gen's also been caught with his pants down (Hyou's knot in him and unable to move) at least once by an Anbu with suspiciously familiar spiky, silver who was sent to retrieve him for a mission; this was before they decided that polyamory was the right move for them and needless to say it was a frustrating week for all three shinobi, physically and emotionally

Hyou's favorite position is doggy; because their partners hit all the right spots like that - you'd also have to do a lot of convincing to get them to actually admit it, but they do enjoy the way Kakashi and Genma's height make both men completely tower and envelop Hyou from behind/around them - it feels oddly comforting

Kakashi isn't fussy about how he winds up with Hyou at the end of the night so long as they're together, but he is lazy, so his favorite position is whichever one that lets him sit back and watch them ride; though he once made the mistake of trying to sneak a peek at the next chapter of Make-Out Tactics while they were on top, Kakashi nearly fractured something when Hyou realized and turned up the pressure (a rib? a shoulder? his pelvis? who knows)

Kakashi also claims he's genuinely into it for the plot and captivating characters rather than just smut, which is true to him, somehow, but he hasn't been able to convince either of his partners to give it a shot just yet and likely never will, considering their complicated feelings about the author

Genma likes holding Hyou down and just intensely making out with them, grabbing their wrists and using his body weight to keep them pinned, any friction made is only because Hyou's legs are powerful enough to force it against Genma's strength, grinding fully clothed until they're aching, soaked, and he leaks through his uniform - or maybe he'll hover just out of reach to be an asshole about it

The sex from this tends to be just as agonizingly slow and intense, though sometimes Hyou breaks out of their restraints and takes Gen out for all his money's worth; his other favorite position is fucking them from behind with Hyou flat on their stomach in a partial sleeper hold, Gen likes the way they clamp down on him like this the most

As one might deduce from this, Genma kind of has a thing for choking; he doesn't mind giving or being on the receiving end, though he dislikes being excessively rough on others; when it comes to himself however? He'll press Kakashi's hand on his throat with his own against their arm and challenge him to go harder, Hyou rarely needs to be told otherwise—likewise when Gen's restricting their airways too—though they still worry about their strength every now and again

Kakashi loves temperature play; getting Hyou to pour hot wax on his chest, teasing their nipples after chewing on ice or using ice cubes while going down on them so that Hyou cums faster, he lives for all of that; primarily the flustered, fucked-out look that they get after he sends them over the edge with the help of some edible frost

This also means that the resident copy-nin does try to initiate funny business even when it's hot enough that Hyou's repulsed by any manner of warm touch by dangling the prospect of cooling off, even though they always end up sweatier than they were before and Genma has to monitor his idiot partners for the next few hours so they don't get heat stroke

His plans aren't as successful in the winter, however

Hyou has a fisting kink alright bye-- it was something they sort of stumbled backwards onto while dating Ibiki, bittersweet with an emphasis on the bitter as that relationship was, they did end up experimenting a lot together and though Hyou probably would've figured some things out sooner or later, the process was definitely expedited because of Morino

Genma mostly held his tongue when they hesitantly floated the idea over one night cuddled up on the couch while his dad was out, not wanting to scare them out of it or take their vulnerability for granted, but it didn't take that long for him to start actively teasing them about it—maybe around three knuckles deep and finding out Hyou still had plenty of space to fill—so they turned out to be a size king, sue them

Kakashi thought he knew what to expect that day when he watched Genma go down on Hyou; enjoying all the gruff noises, moans, and groans they made in answer to the show Shiranui thoroughly enjoyed putting on, though Hyou knew better than to ignore the mischievous glint in Genma's eye when he rose to smear their wetness all over Kakashi's lips with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses

Still partially clothed, his pants and boxers yet to go while Kakashi's watching his partners' foreplay when Gen asks if he wanted to try something fun; Kakashi was asked to hold Hyou's legs back, spread them wide open while Genma coated his hand in an awful lot of lube, then the rest of his arm

Kakashi then watches with a wide eye, mouth agape, how easily Genma slips three fingers into them and then carefully work the rest of his hand in, Hyou could feel through the dizzying pleasure how hot Kakashi's cock ran even through all those layers against their neck, something about the sight must've flipped a switch in his brain because they felt him throb

Hyou makes use of their mouth and brings Kakashi to a quick climax so he'd last longer later—and because it looked like he was on the verge of bursting on his own anyway—bringing him down for a messy make-out that'd get them both drunk off the scent of his cum while Genma preps their pussy for the real fun

All of this was in service of both men in their partner's pussy at the same time, they were quite tall for the average shinobi with pieces to match and Hyou was a little bit under; it'd be a real tight squeeze anyway, may as well help them along, right?

Hyou doesn't indulge in both often, they'd let one of them get up to almost the elbow in them one week and get double teamed the next but rarely do they allow it back to back, let alone in the same day like the first time; part of this is because of the obvious strain on their body yes, but the other half is just because Hyou doesn't want to give Kakashi and Genma the satisfaction of absolutely ruining them like that on a regular basis

Though finding alternative ways to achieve their goals really isn't that hard

[malifiquemakes]

hello!! not extremely good at this but I’ve been thinking a lot about the lyric “you kept me like a secret, and I kept you like an oath” where obkk share subtle yet intimate glances, or even a gentle touch of fingers or a stolen kiss away from envious eyes. I was thinking of “tomorrow tomorrow” as a palette colour but AGAIN, not really good with imagination stuff so maybe even “cat with two heads”? LOVE the last past you’re SO incredibly talented and skilled in lots of domains!

Thank you so much for your kind words and gorgeous prompt! I got a little carried away with this one <3

A moment of worship before evening prayer

[hellbubu]

New Chapter

[dokirosi]

Team 07 🌱 Naruto Sasuke Sakura and Kakashi

I had to redraw that one picture of the team that Naruto keeps using to talk to Sasuke in shippuden! The yearning power of that alone is as strong as the nine tails.

[xrcs]

teasing you is all he does. he gets a surge of pleasure when you whimper and squirm in his hold. two large fingers rub against your slit, rubbing all your juices around your cunt. the tips of his fingers would enter you, making you sigh in relief. maybe he’s done teasing.

but, he’s only thrusting his fingertips in you. this isn’t enough, you want more. “c-come on.. stop teasin’ please,” you whine, trying to lower yourself on his fingers. he quickly holds your hips in place and gives your poor pussy a slap. all you can do is cry and moan in his grasp.

“god, you’re so desperate… you really wanna feel good?” he whispers in your ear, smirk evident in his voice. you nod frantically, grinding your cunt on his thigh. the smear of your slick on his meaty thigh makes his cock throb. he’s so hard that it hurts. he just can’t wait to break you.

he wants to give you the pleasure you yearn for but he also wants to see you suffer a bit. inserting his fingers into your hole, he finally puts the whole length in. you gasp as your head falls back into his shoulder.

“now, don’t start whinin’ & screamin’ when i actually give you a good time, gotta keep it down, ‘kay?”

shikamaru. todo. oliver aiku. kakashi. asuma. erwin. daisho. draken. higuruma.

XRCS 2023

[eiloveir]

→﹐naruto imagines !

naruto men’s responses to “what are we?” ── 𝑖.

genre: fluff, angst, romance

characters: hatake kakashi, uchiha obito, uchiha itachi

warnings: relationship dynamics, angst, toxicity, emotional neglect

author’s note: inspired by a pinterest post i came across.

hatake kakashi

you guys were friends, but he treated you so much more special than the others. his gestures and attention made you feel something, and you loved imagining what it could mean. that’s why you found the courage to ask.

“what are we?” you locked eyes with him, gathering every last bit of courage you could find within yourself. there were so many reasons you’d held back, paralyzed by fear — fear of the unknown, fear of what might go wrong, and perhaps most significantly, fear of rejection. yet every gesture he made, every word he said, seemed to carry a message meant solely for you. each action he took filled you with hope, as if he was yearning for you to ask the question you’d been waiting to ask for so long.

as courage welled up within you, you knew that this was your moment — now or never. now, with your courage gathered and your heart thrumming in your chest, you could feel the weight of years of unspoken words pressing down on you. this was it — the moment you’d been waiting for, the opportunity to finally voice the question you’d kept within.

kakashi’s gaze fixed on you, with an expression that betrayed no emotion. his eyes held no sign of what lay behind them, making your heart thrum with anticipation. you were unable to predict his response, or even what answer you longed to hear. moments of silence passed, stretching into what seemed like an eternity. finally, his eyes softened, and he stepped closer, his voice a soft whisper as he asked, “are you asking what I think you’re asking?”

he moved closer, closing the distance between you completely until he stood directly in front of you. leaning in even closer, his face now just inches from yours, he gently met your eyes, his gaze searching deeply as if trying to read your very soul. with a smile on his lips, he repeated, “you’re asking me, what are we?”

his hand moved gently, tenderly brushing away a stray strand of hair from your face. his touch lingered on your cheek, leaving a trail of warmth on your skin before he withdrew his hand. in a whisper even softer than before, he questioned, “you really don’t know?” he took another step closer, closing the gap between you until you could feel the heat of his body and the intoxicating scent that surrounded him. his touch was tender once again as he tucked the same strand of hair behind your ear, “after all this time?”

a shiver ran down your spine at his words, and you looked away, feeling a rush of emotion. “i…” you began, but the words caught in your throat, your heart pounding with a excitement and anxiety.

he moved even closer, closing the last bit of distance between you, and gently pressed his body against yours. his breath caressed your skin as he leaned in, lifting your chin upwards to meet his gaze. his voice was low and intimate as he repeated his question once again, “you want to know what we are?” he paused, searching your eyes for a moment before continuing, “we’re more than just friends — much more. deep down, you know it, don’t you? what’s happening between us goes far beyond mere friendship.”

uchiha obito

you two were just a “one call away” from each other, reaching out only when the heat of the moment struck. you weren’t friends, nor were you lovers, so what exactly did you have?

you were quiet, lost in your thoughts, as you watched obito light a cigarette immediately after your intense moment. he inhaled deeply, the cigarette’s tip glowing softly in the dim light, and then exhaled, sending a plume of smoke into the air. your eyes wandered over his naked body, partially covered by a blanket, and your mind swirled with questions. why did the two of you always end up in situations like this? for the past year, you had been indulging in these intimate pleasure, calling each other whenever the need arose, seeking peace in each other’s touch. yet, despite the time and intimacy shared, you were still uncertain about the nature of your relationship.

obito leaned back against the headboard, taking a long drag on his cigarette. his other hand absentmindedly traced patterns on the sheet beside him. he glanced at you, his eyes taking in the details of your exposed skin in the silence that enveloped the room. the only sounds were the faint rustling of the sheets and the steady rhythm of his breathing.

he exhaled another cloud of smoke, breaking the silence that enveloped the room. his gaze shifted to you, studying your pensive expression with curiosity. he, then, took another slow drag on his cigarette before speaking again, his voice a low rumble in the still air. “you’ve been unusually quiet since we... well, you know.” he paused, watching as your thoughts continued to unravel in your head, and then continued, “care to share what’s going through that mind of yours?”

without warning, he shifted on the bed, leaning closer to you. his eyes locked onto yours, it was filled with curiosity and something else you couldn’t quite decipher. the silence between you stretched on, punctuated only by the rise and fall of his chest.

obito took another pull from his cigarette, the tip glowing brightly as he did so. his fingers toyed with the edge of the blanket, tracing feather-light patterns over your bare skin. he exhaled a long stream of smoke before speaking, a frustration creeping into his tone, but his voice still maintaining his calm. “c’mon, say something, did i do something wrong?” he muttered, and there was an unexpected vulnerability in his voice. his eyes never once leaving your face as he waited patiently for your response.

his touch continued to rove sensually over your body, evoking feelings of desire. you inhaled deeply, struggling to find the right words to express yourself. in that moment of hesitation, pleasure threatened to sweep you away, but the need to respond to him overpowered all else.

as the torrent of words tumbled out of your mouth, spilled forth unfiltered and raw. you stumbled over your thoughts, struggling to articulate what you really wanted to say. “you—what do you think—like—what are we?” you managed to sputter, the words escaping your lips before you could properly collect your thoughts. the question hung in the air, fragile and uncertain, as you anxiously awaited his response, unsure of what he would say next.

the question lingered in the air like a ghostly presence, its silent echo filling the room with anticipation. you watched intently as his expression morphed from a blank slate to one of calculation, his eyes narrowing as he carefully considered his response. time seemed to slow as he methodically weighed his words, casting furtive glances back and forth between your gaze. just when it seemed like seconds had passed, he broke the silence, his voice cutting through the stillness with precision. “you tell me, what do you think we are?”

he moved closer, body pressing intimately against yours, the heat and hardness of his muscles against your soft curves. his warm breath caressed your skin, his voice a low, sultry whisper that sent shivers of desire coursing through your body. “describe us, to me. tell me what you think we are.”

uchiha itachi

you felt something real—something was definitely there between you two... at least, that’s what you had expected.

“you’re back...” you managed to say through your trembling voice after several moments of silence. each word came out hoarse and heavy — it struggles to escape the tightness of your throat. your heart ached at the sight of him, and a bitter lump formed in your throat. his face remained emotionless as he took a step forward, his eyes scanning over you for any sign of change. “why did you come back?” you asked, your hands clenching tighter into fists as you fought back the tears threatening to spill.

his response was silence, a deafening quiet that filled the air between you.

as the silence between you extended, the pain in your heart tightened like an iron vice, clawing at your soul like a ravenous beast. no matter how hard you tried, the words caught in your throat, refusing to surface. He stood there stone-still, his face an emotionless mask, and in that moment, he could have been carved from granite for all you knew. and you cannot stay still and the dam broke, as the words you were trying to hold back spilled out in a whisper. “you never stay,” you managed to force out.

“say something. don’t just sit there and stare at me.” your voice quivered, the desperation bleeding through as you longed for a response. though you couldn’t tell what you wanted more: an answer or for him to remain as stoic as he was so you could hate him forever.

his icy eyes bore into yours, his gaze as intense and unyielding as winter’s relentless chill. with a casual detachment that belied his demeanor, the stillness that surrounded you both intensified the silence, broken only by his almost emotionless question. “what is it you expect me to say?”

you felt a shiver crawl down your spine at the sound of his voice, its chill as deep and impenetrable as the arctic. even after all these years, his detached tone hadn’t thawed even a fraction, remaining as frost-bitten as ever. he never let his guard down, never allowed even a glimpse beneath the stony facade. this coldness of him was what hurt the most—the knowledge that you couldn’t breach it, couldn’t reach the vulnerable part of him hidden behind the barrier.

your eyes, tear-filled and weary, met his gaze, the pain in your heart growing with every moment as you struggled to understand his actions. “itachi,” you said, your voice trembling, the weight of your emotions like a physical presence, “you appear out of nowhere, spend nights beside me, only to vanish before i wake up. you sit there for hours, watching me in silence, never revealing your thoughts or feelings. now tell me, what the hell are we?”

“i don’t think we are anything,” itachi’s words echoed cruelly in the otherwise silent room, the weight of his response hanging heavily between the both of you. the chill tone in his voice was enough to freeze any warmth in your heart. you could hardly believe what you were hearing, yet there was no mistaking the cold truth of them. you stood there, feeling as if he had just stabbed you in the chest with a dagger of ice. “we’re not together, we’re not a couple. we don’t have anything. you know that.”

your voice quivered with pain as you confronted him, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them. “why do you keep doing this to me?” you choked, voice breaking from the outburst. “why do you keep coming back if all you’re going to do is remind me time and again that we're nothing?” you couldn’t understand his behavior, why he would come back to you only to keep insisting that there was nothing between you. it was like a game, a cycle of disappointment that left your heart battered and bruised.

itachi’s gaze remained steady, his expression still unreadable. he paused for a moment as his words hung in the air — and you saw an expression of him, far from the usual demeanor he has — hesitation, and it was enough to give you a glimpse of something more beneath the surface. it was as if for a moment, the mask he always wore had slipped, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced once again by the chilly indifference. “i don't know why I keep coming back here,” he admitted, his gaze still fixed on you. “i just—”

“you just?” you waited anxiously for his response, hoping he would say something in regards to this matter — that he would give you some understanding of what was going on in his mind.

itachi remained silent for a long while before finally speaking, his voice retaining its emotionless tone. “i just can’t seem to stay away.”

[the-fictional-wife]

Finding Happiness (Itachi Uchiha x reader)- 1

This is the start of a series of scenarios for post-war Itachi (yes he lives) finding happiness with you! I miss fluff in Itachi's tag so why not make my own.

I want to mainly focus on the relationship but some chapters down the line will explain more plot also the chapter sequences might not end up in chronological order^^

This will be fem reader heads up so she/her pronouns!

Even though this isn't nsfw, some things in this series won't be exactly appropriate so imma still say MDNI!

////- means pov switch

Word count: 2.0k+

Chapter 1- Grocery Shopping + Cafe Cuties Next Chapter?

“I want to help.”

“You should want to take it easy instead,” you sigh. Itachi was up...yet again to help despite being on mandatory bedrest to help his body regain its strength back. He’s restless; it’s easy to understand; he’s banned from missions, and staying home is rather dull, but...

“Tsunade strictly said you were to rest while on house arrest. That’s the whole point I’m here.” You rest your arm on the cool kitchen countertop to grab a pen and begin writing down a shopping list with a huff.

“....”

At the silence, you turn around with pursed lips to face Itachi only to stifle a laugh when you see his face: eyebrows furrowed, lips just slightly jutted-

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s pouting.

“I would argue three weeks of nothing but bed imprisonment is adequate enough rest, don’t you agree.” Itachi huffs. 

After weeks of being detained right alongside Sasuke, Kakashi made the executive decision that Itachi deserved something better than a jail cell: temporary house arrest. 

With a babysitter. 

You glance at Itachi’s mildly annoyed face, momentarily taking in the sight.

You’ll spare him...for today.

“hm...fine, the sun would do you well anyway.” You finish writing the list and hand it to Itachi, whose eyes blankly rake the paper, then folds it into his pocket.

“Well, let’s go,” You stand at the doorway where a large black seal awaits, designed to trigger the alarm around Itachi’s ankle. Weaving the signs, you both squint at the burst of light before ushering him out the door.

As the two of you walk out of the Uchiha compound, you ponder over the last few weeks with Itachi. You can’t count the heart attacks you’ve gotten from seeing an empty bed and surprise; he was admiring the fish. 

He is a quiet, stealthy patient, somewhat akin to an 87-year-old senior citizen. On the more serious end, you think back solemnly; his eyes had often reflected his concession to emptiness. Sunken in and soulless.

‘But now…’ You peer at Itachi from the corner of your eye.

His eyes sharp and attentive; the color is back in his face; sunkissed pink cheeks, his short sleeve shirt giving view to his lean muscles-

‘He’s actually kinda...’ 

////

Itachi can’t tell if it’s the heat of your gaze or the sun flushing his cheeks.

Your gaze washes over him, a captivating light he yearns to forever bask in. Domesticity is a variable of life he is unacquainted with and…undeniably undeserving of. 

And yet, the further you expose him to gentleness, affection, and peace, the more he greedily deludes himself into that he belongs.

Encompassed in a life of peace he’s desperately craved, peace he’s found with you.

Within the shinobi existence, emotions, relationships…living. All become an unforeseeable luxury.  

It’s unsettling to desire. To be human.

Itachi silently shifts his eyes toward you, observing as you conceal your face, abashed from being caught. He finds himself smitten. 

“You were looking a little pale. If you feel weak at any time, don’t be afraid to lean on me.” 

A lie, of course. An utterly endearing one.

‘Perhaps, in this life…’

He capitalizes on the chance anyway. 

‘…I can be selfish.’

////

As you head into the village, you feel something creep around your arm. 

Neither of you acknowledge it.

+++

Your arm is still intertwined with Itachi’s as you both find purchase in a decently sized everything market. Waving to the cat perched in the front, you read the aisle numbers with its affiliated products: ‘Household items- 1, Toys- 2, Jewelry- 4,...Fruits & Dairy- 5’. After detecting where you wanted to begin, you guys head to your destination, avocados. 

Itachi lightly tugs your arm, signaling your attention.

“It’ll be quicker if we split. The potatoes are within eye range; I’ll only be a minute.” Your face scrunches in; reluctantly, you let go with a poorly concealed pout.

“... don’t trust me? I promise I’ll return to you shortly.” With that, Itachi saunters, leaving a lingering graze against your skin. 

You pause, leaving the way your heart palpitates unavowed. ‘A kiss would have sufficed,’ you snicker and return to your dilemma with hunched shoulders.

You’re on your fifth avocado before you give a groan of defeat. “I can’t tell which ones are good or not; they all look the same,” you mumble, distracted enough to miss the figure peering closer.

“May I see?”

His gentle whisper tickles your ear, you force the quiver down your spine to still- even when you feel his careless lips making one too many brushes to your ear, you wordlessly nod yes.

His broad chest and feather touch of his hair against your cheek overwhelm your senses as he reaches his arm around your waist to probe at the fruit you have in hand.

You pray he can’t feel the way your heart beats.

“Hmm...this one is ripe. You can tell by the dark color and firmness...good eye.” Within a blink, the weight of Itachi’s presence vanished, and he pulled away.

Ah. That.

“R-right, thank you,” you fumbled over your wording and rushed to the edge of the aisle. “Okay, let’s split from here to make things easier; I do the first half of the list, you do the last. Capeesh?” Fingers bend into a okay sign; you give a shaky grin and rush down to the next aisles, leaving Itachi to fend for himself.

“...” Itachi blinks, idly standing before he lets out a defeated puff of air.

 ‘...It appears I’ve made a mistake.’ With furrowed brows, he peers down at the list with a harsh, focused stare.

Your mind hasn’t left Itachi as your heart physically pains in guilt; it’s his first time out in weeks, and you flat leave him. Putting your final item in your shopping basket, you haul it down Itachi’s direction, only to find him in the exact same position as before.

Tilting your head, you ask befuddled, “Itachi, what are you doing?...” Oh. 

You steer closer, and the pitiful sight in front of you makes your shoulders pull straight; Itachi’s eyes strain, glaring down at the paper an inch away from his face at a poor attempt at reading the words.

He can’t see.

‘How long has he been-’ you quickly shuffle in your bag and call for Itachi’s attention. “You should’ve said something! I had brought your glasses with me, but I completely forgot about it-” Itachi takes it with a grateful upturn of his lips.

“Thank you..” He mutters, drawing his attention back to the list. “We are still missing the tomatoes and bread; I passed them earlier on our way in. Follow me.” Itachi gingerly takes your wrist in hand and leads you down the correct aisle.

Soon after you paid, you’ve collectively decided to grab a bite to eat. “Itachi, you smell that?” You sigh out an exhale; an alluringly sweet smell wafts itself above all the open markets along the sides from a small corner amongst the buildings. A mini cafe.

You brush against the roughness of Itachi’s calloused fingers, only grabbing his pinkie to lead him down.

You’ll pretend like you didn’t see the way he flushed. 

+++

Slouching in the seat across Itachi, you flex out the ache in your fingers from the weight of the bags as you wait for your shared order of dangos.

“I’ll assist you with the baggage on our way out.”

Looking up in disbelief, you scoff,  “Hell no- you’re still in recovery.”

“Don’t overwork yourself for my sake....”

Hypocrite.

You open your mouth to respond, only to suppress yourself at the sight of the waiter approaching.

The waiter smiles while serving your drink and food, then turns over and carelessly drops Itachi’s tea, droplets splashing onto Itachi’s lap.

With a twitching smile, the waiter laughs, “Oh, how clumsy of me, you should get yourself clean. You mutt; should be easy for a traitor, always covering his dirt.” Your mouth is agape, eyes shifting from Itachi to the waiter.

Itachi remains unfazed, his gaze fixed on the waiter with an air of nonchalance. It’s almost patronizing. The waiter scowls, turning away from the stare-down, muttering his pitiful complaints about Itachi’s mere presence.

“Geez, what was their problem?” You scoff side eyeing the waiter. Itachi sits silently, sipping his tea, looking down at his plate with a vacant stare. “...Itachi, you okay? I’ll go backhand a bitch for you, they had no right to treat you like that.” 

Itachi’s eyes shift to you at your aggressive demeanor. “Don’t. I’ve made peace with my past; their hate will only torment themself.” 

A lie. For a brisk moment, you noted how his mug trembled under the tension of his grip. You make a tsk noise, propping your head onto your hand, reluctantly letting the situation go.

Glancing up, Itachi discerns how your lips are still pulled into a snarl, glowering in the general direction of the offender. 

‘Hm, that won’t do.’

Rolling back the ache in his shoulders, he figures he could relieve your tension. If it’d make you smile,

“…besides…”

He’d be a fool. 

You turn back over with an inquiring hum.

“...they just aren’t sigma enough to control themself.” He returns to sipping his tea.

“…”

“....”

“Pfft- WHAT” You break the silence, convulsing with laughter. “I-Itachi, don’t ever say that in your life again- I’m not a good influence on you.” Still unable to break the giggles, you look at Itachi’s soft stare and slowly compose yourself under his unwavering gaze.

You cough in your hand and shift your eyes away.

“Let’s eat.”

You fall into a rhyme of chewing and idle conversation. 

“See, now you’re lying! I never laughed when you put your glasses on-” The table shifts from the weight of your knee. You firmly dangle Itachi’s wrist away from his glasses as he attempted to remove them a few seconds ago.

“...you couldn’t even catch your breath.”

“I was just surprised! I’ve never seen your eyes so…beady.” You tremble, holding back a cackle. His prescription, unfortunately, made his lens the size of a brick, but thankfully, Tsunade aided in making it more suitable.

“So now my eyes are beady,” His voice barely whispers, he looks off to the side. A look of dismay washed over your face; you cusp his face between your hands, pulling his gaze back up to you.

“Hey- don’t get all mopey; you know I think you’re cute with the glasses on.” You softly look to reassure him, guilty over your tease...until you notice the subtle twitch in his lips, a poor attempt at maintaining his stoic facade.

He was joking. 

Itachi shifts his weight into your palms, eyes closed in total serenity. “Do I?...”

‘Absolutely full of himself.’ You express your annoyance with an eye roll and flop back into your seat, leaving Itachi’s head to hang.

‘...did I displease her again.’ Itachi looks down at the final dango stick and holds it to you.

“Here, a truce for forgiveness.”

“But, that’s your favorite…and we bought that with your budget-” you sheepishly add.

“Please, I insist, I...don’t think I can finish this.” Itachi gives a light smile as he hovers the stick to your lips.

The blood rising to your face makes you dazed as you brush aside bits of your hair and savor the first dango ball on your tongue with a hum.

You swear it tastes sweeter from him.

“Thank you, Itachi; consider yourself forgiven.” You say before opening your mouth for the next one.

+++

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“All done,” you brush your hands off proudly after putting away all the supplies and produce. When cleaning up the bags, you notice a mini bag that looks different from the rest. 

‘Could this be Itachi’s?...’ You gently spread open the bag, eyes widening in astonishment; a beautiful crystal necklace sweetly lying in a small box with a small note tagged onto the front.

It reads,

‘I hope it’s to your liking, I noticed you wear this color frequently. Let this be a mark of our friendship ~ Itachi.’

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Note: Heyyy haven't wrote anything since like 2021 but I might be back probably, probably not- This is pretty self-indulgent but hope yall still enjoyed ^^

Do I think Itachi would say "sigma" if it meant you'd laugh for him after feeling like he depressed the mood? YES. Live with my canon.

Do I think Itachi actually likes physical touch but is just touch starved? YES. I'm projecting.

Any sort of love is appreciated don't be shy to say hi and good luck to everyone during finals week!

*Also-If you have any tips on writing + writing Itachi please let me know!

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From This Day Forward [Kakashi Hatake]

an: based on this beautiful ask, soft Kashi is most definitely one of my favourite ways to write him so hopefully I did your thought justice, anon.

pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader (established relationship)

warnings: virgin reader, pussy fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, soft and intimate throughout, kissing, yearning, anxieties over losing virginity, Kakashi is the best husband you could ever ask for

Masterlist

The day had passed in a whirlwind of blissful activity. Your earlier anxiety melted away as events unfolded without a hitch, and now you could finally say you were married to your soulmate. Married to the man you had loved for years, pining from a healthy distance until one day he had proved to you without a shadow of a doubt that your feelings were reciprocated.

Kakashi Hatake, the love of your life and the other half of your soul. The journey had been rough in places, but every moment experienced had led to this day – your wedding day.

Reciting your vows had been overwhelming, tears rising to your eyes and even the memory of Kakashi reaching out his hand to gently thumb the tears away would bring a lump to your throat. All you wanted was to be alone with him, to feel safe and secure wrapped in his strong protective arms. Thankfully you were both opposed to large flashy weddings, having long opted for a small intimate ceremony with only close friends and family attending.

With the festivities over, guests thanked, and all other duties attended to, your new husband was able to sweep you into his arms and finally cross the threshold of your shared home. Kakashi had wanted to book a honeymoon suite in a lavish inn, but you had refused. There was nowhere else you’d rather be than in your home and especially with what was still to come.

It had been hard to resist the temptation to give yourself completely to Kakashi up to this point. He was almost aggravatingly alluring, able to turn you into a whimpering mess with merely a few whispered words and some well-placed strokes of your skin. However, you had waited this long to find the right one and you wanted it to be special. How many dreams had you had of this moment? How many fantasies of finally making that last commitment had played through your mind?

“Everything okay, princess?” Kakashi asked, pulling you out of your thoughts and back into the present. His concerned expression tugged at your heartstrings, reaching out to cup his cheek and sighed at the warmth of his skin beneath your palm.

Your dress lay lovingly draped over the chair in the corner, replaying how your beloved husband had helped you out of it with what seemed like endless patience. His slightly roughened fingers made you shiver as he uncovered more of you until you were atop the bed in only your matching lingerie. A trail of his clothes started from the bedroom door until a pool of expensive material lay at the foot of the bed, discarded and crumpled.

You nodded shyly. “Mhm, I’m fine. Perhaps a little nervous,” you admitted when his eyebrow arched, suggesting he knew you weren’t being entirely truthful. 

Your arms wound around his broad back, pulling him on top of you and sighing at the comforting weight that settled over your torso. You had seen Kakashi naked more than you could feasibly count, and whilst you hadn’t had sex, you had certainly indulged in other activities. Yet it felt different knowing tonight wouldn’t end the same way it usually did.

“We don’t have to do this now; I don’t mind waiting if you’re not ready.”

Your heart lurched, shaking your head fervently and rather than using words, you rose to capture his lips, marvelling at how soft they felt as you pressed a kiss that you hoped would convey your conviction to him. The faint groan from his throat signalled your success, a palm resting at the back of your neck whilst his lips slanted further atop yours.

Kakashi was always sincere with you, ever loving and with the patience of a saint at times. He had been the one to talk you through how to touch him exactly how he liked it, encasing your much smaller hand in his and tightening your grip until the pressure was perfect. Your fingers wandered down the length of his spine, surrendering to his all-consuming kisses that only deepened further as the seconds passed. The edges of your nails raked lightly into his taut butt, smiling against his lips when the muscles flexed beneath your touch.

It wasn’t long until you were stroking him eagerly, your thumb passing over his weeping slit to collect the pearlescent precum and twisting your wrist on each upward pump of your fist. Kakashi broke away from your lips, panting and burying his face into the crook of your neck, but not before you could witness the pretty blush spread across his cheeks.

“You’re so perfect… f-fuck. Keep this up and I’ll cum before I can take you.”

Blood rushed to every part of your body, heating your skin, and making it difficult to maintain your train of thought. Luckily, your body was working on pure instinct when a hand reached between your bodies, legs falling wide, and you arched into that first touch against your pussy, now stripped of your panties. A shared moan flooded the air, your skin slick and dewy from arousal that ran messily towards those explorative fingers of your lover.

Memories of the very first time he had worked you open with these exact thick fingers washed over you. The initial discomfort had quickly given way to a pleasure you had never been able to locate by yourself. Every tender stroke of his calloused fingertips against your silken walls, each gentle circle of his thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves. It was all like heaven and here you were experiencing it once more, though there was rarely discomfort these days.

“Come back to me,” Kakashi cooed, his lips feathering kisses from the bone behind your ear down the smooth side of your neck. “You keep disappearing into your head, don’t you feel me here?” His words timed to perfection as he pressed intently on that traitorous engorged area on your front wall, your clit jumping in time to the wriggle of your hips.

“I-I do! Kashi… this feels different.” He met your gaze with one full of love and understanding, the slight inclination of his head enough to demonstrate that he understood what you meant without you having to elaborate. It wasn’t going to end when you fell apart, there was something more and the anticipation was practically palpable in the bedroom you felt most safe and comfortable in.

His fingers sped up, widening within your tight cunt and you knew instinctively that he was doing his best to prepare you. Your eyes cast down the faint sliver of space between your torsos, mouth running dry at just how big he was, and you were expected to take him inside you. Trepidation mingled in your belly, but again your husband sensed it and acted to alleviate your concerns.

“I’ll be gentle, I’ve always promised you I would take it at your pace, haven’t I, my angel? You can take me because you were made for me. Everything about you compliments me and I hope you feel the same about me. Now, cum for me.”

How he could bring tears to your eyes at the same time as he pitched you into sweet freefall was a mystery – a Hatake secret – and one you’d never fully understand. 

The elastic band of tension pulled to almost breaking point before releasing it all at once. Your moans were desperate and honeyed, and the hand still wrapped around Kakashi’s cock tightened until you could sense the pulse beating through him. It was white hot yet refreshing; lips that murmured words you couldn’t quite hear and there was a new sensation that dragged deliberately across your skin. 

Metal - warm and polished - slid across the expanse of your stomach, the ring adorning his finger a symbol of your eternal commitment. For a moment you felt choked, the waves of your orgasm slowly lapping back and forth, mingling with the swell of emotions into a foaming mass of love and affection.

You watched through hooded lids whilst Kakashi gently removed your hand from him, kissing each of your knuckles with such reverence that your heart clenched and entwined your fingers by your head. Your eyes widened at the nudge of his cock caught against your folds, a sensation you had felt before but this time a shiver of pure carnal delight rippled down your spine.

“Breathe for me baby, it’ll hurt more if you tense or hold your breath.”

A puff of air exhaled through your nose, a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding and you gave a swift nod of assurance. Your eyes remained glued to Kakashi’s handsome face, his hips angling and guiding himself until the hot throbbing tip of his cock could prod at your tight hole.

With slow, tentative rocking motions he breached the tight ring of muscles, your eyes squeezing shut and a hiss passing through your clenched teeth. The burn was more than you expected, it made you wriggle and a strong hand wrapped around your waist.

“Gotta stay still, it’s o-okay,” his voice pitched as if he too were struggling but for different reasons. The blush on Kakashi’s cheeks deepened, his brow pinched and sharp white teeth caught the edge of his lip. Oh, he looked too sexy like this. Barely containing his own need to ensure your comfort, it made you feel wanted and desired. 

“Kiss me, make me forget.”

You needn’t ask twice, your silver-haired husband pressed his lips to you in a tender dance. A gentle sway of your lips, tongues winding together like two cats rubbing against one another and you untangled your fingers to wrap around his neck. His hair was soft as always, thick and lustrous, you scratched lightly at his scalp and the keening noises he made for you loosened you up.

Halfway; he was almost halfway inside you now and whilst it still hurt, it was becoming more manageable. Your legs trembled, locking around his waist and as your ankles met at the small of his back, your hips tilted and he slid further home with an exalted grunt. Your stomach flipped, breath catching in the back of your throat whilst you adjusted to this new experience.

The fullness was exquisite, that sense of connection so bone-deep that it was hard to distinguish where Kakashi ended and you began. For long moments you simply stared at one another, at long last he was buried to the hilt in your core, and the eye contact alone made your heart hammer. Love and tender affection shone in the depths of his steel grey eyes, the slow flutter of his lashes hypnotising and magical. 

“Kakashi… love me.”

“I already do, and have for so long. I’ve waited for this day, wished for it a million times and still my wildest dreams couldn’t compare to how it feels being here right now.”

Kakashi slowly eased back, setting an easy pace whilst you chewed over his words. The inner romantic that only you knew intimately came to the forefront and you traced the curve of his jaw with your finger. Each lazy thrust made you moan, your face twisting into an expression of ecstasy that only fed Kakashi’s. Soon, it wasn’t enough and you needed him to do… something.

Your squirming returned, no longer contained by a strong palm, hands smoothing over his strong back and delving deep into his silver locks. Kakashi moved faster, his hips snapping against you and suddenly you were aware of the wet smack of skin on skin. It aroused you further and you pleaded for more, downright begged and he only smiled at you in response.

That lazy, all-knowing smile curled the edges of his lips and crinkled the corners of his eyes. It was all you could do to keep your own eyes open, and not roll them back to the depths of your skull.

“What is it, princess?” he asked, leaning down to smooth away the scrunch above your nose with his gentle kisses. Your nails dug into the skin of his back, eliciting a surprised groan from Kakashi, his eyes widening before narrowing on you. “Need more, don’t you?”

How could he possibly know? Of course he did, he was not oblivious to the way your cunt clenched tightly around his girth on each retreat of his hips. How your body jerked when the damp patch of coarse silver hair above his cock rubbed against your clit. The tight fit was perfection, you moulded to him exactly as he had hoped you would, and if you could read his mind right now, all you would hear would be his endless love of you over and over.

Biting your lip, you nodded, blinking slowly and trying to find the words you needed to make your desires known. They were there, sitting upon the tip of your tongue but a sweep of shyness prevented you from saying them.

“Use your big girl words… I know you can do it. Ask me for anything and I will deliver, you know this.”

“Harder,” you whimpered, twisting your head to avoid his eyes. Heat caressing your cheeks, neck and across your chest at your request. Kakashi wasn’t having any of it, gripping your chin gently and turning you back to him. There was no smirking or teasing, only reassurance and the soft press of his lips.

Your thighs tightened around his sides, adjusting to his harsher thrusts and your spine arched from the bed. Kakashi took the opportunity to run his hot tongue over the lace of your bra, teeth catching the pert bud whilst holding you tightly as he loved you wholly.

Sweat clung to your skin, sticking you to the man braced above you and you squealed when a particularly forceful slam knocked against that precious sweet spot deep within you. So close, it wouldn’t take much more and secretly Kakashi was elated. He had never worked harder to stave off his orgasm as he was right now and with you.

“Ka-shi! Oh…”

“That’s it, I’ve got you. Cum for me, cream around my cock, my princess, my wife!”

It was different; you could only draw one comparison to the other orgasms you’d experienced to date and that was the rush of heat that spread like an inferno from the pit of your stomach to every inch of your skin. Your walls pulsed incessantly, clinging to your anchor in this world and letting him protect you from the intensity of your feelings.

Tears stung your eyes but not from pain, you were overwhelmed and the sudden burst of warmth in the depths of your cunt only made you screw your eyes shut even tighter. Listening to the deep groans that resonated within the muscled chest pressed to your front, warm panted breathing tickling your shoulder and neck.

“Oh fuck, I–I love you so much. I can’t stop, never get enough,” Kakashi babbled, sounding intoxicated as he painted your insides white with his seed. He caught himself on one wrist, preventing himself from smothering you in his weight but his forehead dropped to press against yours.

You weren’t sure how many minutes passed before you were able to find your ability to speak, licking over your parched lips and groaning at the faint twitches of his softening cock still buried inside your accepting walls. A part of you never wanted this moment to end, fearful that it would never be this intense ever again, and you voiced your concern with trepidation.

“Will it always be like that or was it a one-time thing?”

Scared of the answer, you busied yourself with tracing intricate designs over the dips and valleys of Kakashi’s back. His quiet chuckle made you look up.

“I will do everything in my power to ensure you see the heavens each and every day, from this day forward…”

[venerawrites]

Can I request Naruto with a single mama? Her little 1 yr old is a little unsure at first but comes to ADORE Naruto. Please and thank you!

Author's note: I am finishing my written assignments for uni this and next week, so I'm being extra slow with the requests, for which I am sorry :( Anyway, this request was super cute and I loved writing it! Hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting!

Becoming a war hero almost overnight sounds like a dream come true for every shinobi. All the years of pain, sweat and blood finally being recognised and appreciated by the people was something that rarely happened through history, and even when it did, most of the time it didn't last long.

But Naruto was no ordinary war hero - he was once the most hated person in Konoha, who despite everything remained loyal to his village and his friends. Filled with hope and ambition for the future, he proved himself as an excellent shinobi and most importantly, a good potential leader. So when Kakashi gave up his position as the Hokage, there was no question about who should be his successor.

Everything in his life fell into place pretty quickly after that - he bought a house, he started volunteering at the academy and the hospital during weekends, and also became the best man to Shikamaru and Temari's wedding. The boy that was once called a "freak" was now the "man of progress" - a symbol of prosperity and inspiration to many children across the Land of Fire. Tales and songs were already written in his name, and to him, it still felt unreal.

With fame came also attention. In the beginning, he loved it. Having women competing for his affection was fun and also very new for him - never has anyone asked him out on a date or given him gifts before. It did stroke his ego and for the first months after he became a Hokage, he entertained such advances. After all he was a single man, so why not? Perhaps one of these women would one day turn out to be the one.

Days became months, months became years and soon he found that almost all of his friends were either married or engaged. So far it never bothered him, but after Sakura and Sasuke came back carrying a child in their arms, he started to seriously think about what he wanted.

Years ago, if anyone has asked him what he seeks in a partner, his answer would've easily been his teammate. But since then a lot has changed, including him. He was more mature and level-headed now, and looking back, he realised what he felt toward the pink-haired kunoichi was not real love, but rather a childish crush. She was his best friend and he had deep respect for her, but even he realised how incompatible their personalities were and how his teenage self had an unrealistic idea of who she actually is.

Naruto was the definition of fire. He often acted based on his emotions and while he was better at self-control than he was before, there were still moments when he slipped up and let his inner thoughts take over his rationality. The last thing he needed was someone who had the same burning soul. Quite the opposite - he yearned for calmness. His heart needed to be both loved and protected by someone who can balance him.

This realisation felt heavier with each day. To have someone by his side soon became a mirage - no matter how often he attempted to give a chance to someone, the spark was just never there. All these women looked differently and talked differently, but ultimately they all gave him the same feeling - emptiness.

"Everything comes with time", Kakashi said to him, when he noticed him sitting by himself at Ino and Sai's wedding. The blonde man just smiled, weakly nodding at his sensei, not having the energy to oppose him. At this point, he wanted nothing more than to just finish his drink and head home to rest for the early morning meeting he had the next day.

Like almost everything in his life, however, this didn't go to plan. He was just about to stand up from his place, when his eyes locked with yours across the room. "She is definitely not from here", he thought, as you directed a small smile at him, lifting your glass in the air, before returning your attention to Ino, who was eagerly explaining her honeymoon plans to you. Naruto assumed you were not a shinobi as well, as he was sure he would've remembered you if he had encountered you in the past.

Before he can think about what he was doing, he was already walking toward the table where you and the bride were sitting. Pulling the chair next to Ino and opposite you, he slumped on it, his eyes dancing between you two.

"Can I join you, ladies?", he asked, despite the fact he already had. You both nodded and he grinned in response, before turning toward Ino and laying his hand on her shoulder:

"Congratulations on your marriage, Ino! Sai is a lucky guy!"

"You bet he is!", she laughed, nudging you with her elbow. Expecting such a response from her, you only rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a small smile. There was no room for disagreement, however - while Ino had quite a personality, she was one of the most kind and sincere people you have ever met. No wonder you became friends so quickly after she was sent to a mission in your village and you preserved that friendship despite the distance and all the years that have passed.

"Oh!", the bride suddenly exclaimed, grabbing your hand and almost shoving it into the blonde man’s face, "Naruto, this is Y/N. She has been my friend for... How many? Almost 10 years now! She is originally from the Curtain Village, but has been travelling for a while now."

"The Curtain Village? Isn't that the capital of Land of Silence?"

"It is", you confirmed, shaking his hand once he put it in yours. Noticing the slight furrow of his brows, you were quick to add with a smirk: "I am not a criminal that is here to blow up a wedding, if that is what you are thinking."

Letting out a scoff, Naruto looked a few times between you and Ino, before laughing nervously. He still hadn't let go of you, continuing to shake your arm up and down.

"What? I-you... I didn't-", he stammered, looking over to the bride for help. It was true a very brief thought of suspicion flashed through his mind hearing where you were from, but how can anyone blame him? The Land of Silence was a country of lawlessness, full with criminals and terrorist, all of them sharing the same hatred for Five Great Shinobi.

"Oh, don't listen to her, she is joking!", Ino laughed, before turning toward you and gently slapping you on the shoulder. Her eyes moved to the middle of the table, above which the Hokage was still holding your hand, his whole face flushed bright red. The minute of silence must have caught the man's attention, because soon after he let go of you, moving his fingers behind his body and nervously scratching his neck.

"Not weird at all", your friend muttered, before turning toward you, "Y/N, this is Naruto! A childhood friend, a war hero, the current Hokage... and also a man who does not know how to act like a normal human being in front of a beautiful woman."

He immediately opened his mouth to protest but was stopped the second your laugh reached his ears. This has to be the most melodic and beautiful sound he has ever heard. Too lost admiring it, he didn't pay any attention to Ino, who excused herself, giving you both a knowing look. He noticed only a few minutes later your shared friend is missing and he mentally cursed himself of how he was behaving. His teenage years were long gone, why couldn't he compose himself like the grown man he is?

"So, Hokage...", the title sounded almost seductive from your lips, "What was a man of such importance doing by himself at the bar? One would think you would be the centre of attention tonight. After the bride and groom, of course."

The tone of your voice combined with the sparkle in your eyes was enough for him to be able to barely keep focus on what you were actually saying. Squirming in his seat, he nervously laughed, wondering for how long were you watching him before he approached you. He must have looked like a complete fool sitting by himself ordering glass after glass and only occasionally being spoken to by the passing guests. Definitely not the impression he wanted to leave.

"I just... needed some time away from people. I didn't know Ino and Sai had THAT many friends", his words made you laugh and he instantly beamed at the sound, happy he was the one causing it.

"What about you? You here with someone?"

The slight nod of your head made his heart drop to his stomach and the corners of his mouth moved downward into a frown. Was it surprising? You were a beautiful woman after all, of course the chances for you to be taken were high. He sure as hell was disappointed though. A tiny part of him was hoping that you were here by yourself and that maybe, just maybe, he would have the chance to get to know you more.

Seeing the way his whole expression darkened, you bit back a smile, nodding your head to the end of the large room. There, in a corner, one baby boy and two little girls, one of which was Sarada, were enthusiastically smashing plastic toys around, being supervised by smiling Sakura.

"I am accompanied by the fine gentleman over there", you pointed to the boy, before laughing, "But I think he may be too occupied at the moment to even remember I exist."

Naruto followed the direction of which your finger was pointing and he suddenly felt his body relax. Oh. You were talking about that type of company.

"Is that your brother?"

Raising your brow at him, you gave him a small smirk, finding his question cute. There was something about this man that was both extremely sweet, yet attractive - perhaps it was the innocence he radiated, while looking so strong and masculine.

"You are flattering me", your attention moved back to the child, who was now trying to communicate something with Sarada, "This is my son, actually."

"Your son?", his voice came out louder and squeakier than expected and he immediately added, "It's just... you look so young, heh. Not that is a bad thing, you know? You are beautiful! Your son is also beautiful... Not in a creepy way, I mean he looks a lot like you and-"

The words suddenly got stuck in his throat and he loudly gulped, already fearing the disaster he just created. Expecting you to stand up and leave, or maybe even slap him, he was shocked when all you did was to just grab his hand and give it a little squeeze.

"You sure blabber a lot for a Hokage", you joked, before standing up, "Excuse me just for a minute."

Blue eyes followed your body across the room, curiously watching how you picked up the small boy in your arms and placed it on your hips, before making your way back. Now that he was getting closer, Naruto could fully appreciate the striking resemblance the child had with you. You had dressed him in a little blue shirt and black pants, which was complementing your dress with the same colours.

“Wow! He is literally your twin! Dad must be jealous”, he laughed nervously once you were just few feet away. The mention of he word “dad” made your body stiffen and you adjusted your baby’s position, so you can both sit comfortably.

“I doubt that - that man didn't even have the decency to show up for his child's birth, let alone acknowledge his existence .”

The blonde almost chocked on his drink, hitting his chest a few times. Was it bad to feel so good after hearing you say these words? He would never dream of wishing any child to grow up without a father, yet something inside of him felt almost relieved.

"Oh?", his posture relaxed and he raised one eyebrow, "So you are single mother?"

The answer was obvious, but he needed to be 100% sure - the last thing he wanted was to ruin someone's relationship, especially when there is a child involved. The nod of your head and the small smile were the final assurance he needed and without further word, he moved to the seat next to you which was previously occupied by Ino.

The sudden movement startled the baby in your arms and it immediately turned its head to the side, curiously observing the man.

"Hi, little one! My name is Naruto. Oh my, you are very cute!"

Uzumaki was good with kids. Maybe it was because of his friendly appearance or the fact he was full with energy, just like them, but there has not been a single child so far that didn't adore him from the moment they laid their eyes on him. Even Sarada, much to Sasuke's dismay.

The look that your son was giving him, however, was anything but impressed. Staring at him with his big eyes, he didn't even move a muscle, as if he was challenging him to a staring contest.

Can babies even challenge someone? Naruto never thought so, but he could swear the boy's brows furrowed just a bit, enough for him to send a clear message: "I may be cute, but you are not and neither is your attempt to impress my mom."

"He is very shy", you said, bouncing him on your lap. As a result to your constant travels due to your job, he didn't had a lot of interactions with other children or with people in general. Growing up without a father, he was very attached to you and any unknown person was always treated with suspicion.

To you he was just being cautious. To the man to your right, however, he was protective. The look he has given him was not one of a timid child, quite the opposite - he may be small, but he loved his mama and was not about to let a random man come and sweep her off her feet. Even if he was the Hokage himself.

"Well, I would love to get to know him", the man smiled, before lifting his eyes to yours, "and you, of course! Maybe... I can take you out on a dinner or something?"

"No", the word fell out of your child's mouth, before you can even start replying. Naruto looked at him, noticing the small pout that was now formed on his chubby face. Biting his lip, the Uzumaki tried his best to contain his laugh and remain serious. Not that he didn't respect the little man and how he tried to protect you, but he was so small and cute, it was hard to take him seriously.

"Hey, that is not nice!", you said to your son, giving him a look. He, however, didn't even acknowledge you, his whole attention trained on the man next to you.

"I am sorry, he just learned the word "no", and now he keep saying it at the most random times."

The blonde nodded with a smile, knowing that this was definitely NOT a random time.

"But to answer your question, WE would love to go on a dinner with you!", you adjusted the baby in your arms and the shift finally made him look at you. With a smile, you pressed a kiss to his temple, before looking back at the Hokage: "I am staying with Ino for the next three weeks. Pick us up tomorrow at 8?"

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The next day Naruto was half an hour early to the arranged time. Too scared to knock on the door and look way too eager to see you, he decided to wait outside, almost giving Ino a heart attack once she opened the door and nearly bumped her head in his chest.

"Naruto, what the hell are you doing just standing in front of my door?"

"Uh... Waiting?", he scratched the back of his head nervously, wishing there was a hole in the ground that can swallow him whole. It was not like this was his first date ever, why was he nervous about?

Deep inside he knew the answer - it was not you who was making him anxious, but your son. The way their first interaction went woke something competitive in him and now he was determined to prove himself as a man, good enough to be a partner and a father.

Being the village's hero he hasn’t faced a challenge like this for a while, so while he thought a bit of smooth talking and play time with your child were enough to win your son over, it seemed to make the situation even worse. The child refused to play with him and instead was clinging to you the whole time, giving Naruto such a look, which could only be described as a glare.

"He is not usually like this", you said at the end of your date, when you were both saying your 'goodbyes' in front of Ino's house, "I am really sorry if it made you uncomfortable or-"

Before you can finish, big calloused fingers pressed themselves to your lips, silencing you. You were glad that your son was now asleep, as he saw the gesture, he would surely cry, just like he did every time Naruto tried to grab your hand or touch you in any way during dinner.

"Hey, I think it is completely normal", the blonde let out a short breathy laugh, moving his eyes between the child and your face, "He just want to protect his mother. If I was him, I would be the same..."

Looking down, you carefully considered his words. You avoided dating after your ex left you once he found you are pregnant, so you never had the chance to observe your baby boy around men. But looking at his behaviour now, the Hokage's words made sense.

Thankfully for you, the Uzumaki was not a man who gave up easily. Pressing a kiss to your cheek, he invited you both to go and visit him the next day in the Hokage tower. He promised to give you a tour around and grab a lunch with you during his break.

For the three weeks you were in Konoha, you spend every single day with Naruto. He started going to work extra early, just so he can leave on time to pick you up and show you another one of his favourite spots around Konoha. For everyone around you, it was obvious you were absolutely whipped for one another and all this extra effort from his side seemed almost unnecessary in their eyes. For him, however, it was more than necessary, especially since your shared future was depending on it.

As a teacher, you built your job around travelling - you loved sharing your knowledge with the world, as well gaining new one from each place you visited. Such life was busy and demanding, especially for a single parent, but the pros outweighed the cons significantly.

Naruto refused to directly ask you to move to Konoha permanently, but his intentions were pretty clear - he never missed a chance to point out how good the Academy is, how there is a higher education institution being build right now and how gifted the kids in the village were. In the beginning, you didn't give any indication you were even considering staying, but after a while you started to show your interest in your own way - mainly by asking questions about the job market, the teachers in the Academy and in general the life in Konoha.

His relationship with your son also improved drastically. At first, the child stopped "glaring" at him and actually trusted him to come near you. Then, a few days later, he agreed for the first time to play ball with him and at the end of your walk in the park, he even fell asleep in Naruto's arms. By the time you had to leave, your son was so attached to the blonde, he refused to let go of his neck and go in your arms.

"We need to go, darling", you muttered tiredly, trying to detach him from the Hokage.

"No", he cried even louder, "Mama - bye!"

Letting out a loud laugh, Naruto adjusted the little boy in his arms, so he frees one hand and takes yours in it.

"Maybe mama would consider staying", he said, his grin transforming into a soft smile. Squeezing your fingers between his, he tugged you toward him, wrapping his free hand around your waist.

"I won't force you to stay if you do not want to... but I really, really wish you would consider it! I know we have been knowing each other for weeks, but damn, I am in love with you! And I love this little guy here", he looked over the child in his arms, that was now snuggling in his chest, giving you the biggest puppy eyes, "He does feel like my son. And if you leave... I may have to follow you till you agree to come back. And believe it, I do have some experience with making people come back!"

Letting out a giggle, you raise your brow at his words, the bag on your shoulder already falling down.

"Yeah? You would travel around the whole world just to bring us back to you?"

Closing the distance, he leaned his head to the side, so he can lay a small kiss on your lips. He pressed his forehead to yours, letting out a breath of relief once he heard your bag falling to the floor.

"I will travel to the end of the universe, if it means you will be with me."

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[pupkashi]

do u guys think kakashi would flirt with you when he’s drunk, cheeks flushed and words slurred as he tries terrible pick up lines on you

“you believe in love at first sight?” he asks, “or should i walk by again?” the incessant giggles that leave his lips having you smiling and shaking your head.

“kashi we’ve been dating for two years,” you smile, watching as he pouts at your statement.

“cant you go along just once!” he whines, strong arms wrapping around your waist as his head nuzzles into your neck, sighing a bit before his eyes flutter shut.

“okay okay,” you sigh, a smile still on your face as you continue, “I’ll go along with it this time, promise.”

his silver bangs cover his eyes slightly, hair messy from whatever competition he had been doing with guy earlier in the night. his eyes light up at your words, walking away from you, only to turn on his heel and walk right back up to you.

“do you have a band-aid? ‘cause i think i just fell for you,” he smiles, giddy as you flush slightly, a grin tugging at your lips as he stares back at you, eyes lingering on your lips a bit longer than usual.

“we’ll i wouldn’t want that scrape to get infected, maybe i should clean it up for you,” you purr, your hand finding it’s way to his t shirt collar as you tug him closer to you, “what do you say we go take care of that, hm?”

kakashi sputters out a half ‘yes’ and a half ‘please,’ cheeks burning and heart jumping out his chest as he watches you get on your tippy toes and place a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“how was that for playing along,” you tease, laughing as he stumbles back and clears his throat a bit.

“we should get home it’s late and i need to get home,” he stutters out, “home with you,” he mumbles, walking backwards and saying a chaste goodbye to his friends, before rushing back over to you and tugging you out of the bar.

“we’ll aren’t you in a rush to get home” you laugh, his arm is slung over your shoulders under the guise of ‘keeping you warm and close to him,’ but you know better.

you can tell from the stumble in his steps and the way he’s swaying with cold wind he’s much drunker than he was letting on in the bar. giggling at your every word, you’re not sure if the flush of his cheeks is the alcohol, the chilly breeze hitting them, or your shower of compliments.

kakashi doesn’t care how silly he looks, admiring how utterly beautiful you look as you help him up the stairs, how funny you are when you’re re-teaching him how to brush his teeth and helping him into bed after untangling him from his clothes.

the world is spinning when his head finally hits his pillow, sighing happily when he feels the bed dip under your weight, already scooting closer to you.

“can we cuddle?” he whispers, eyes closed as he whispers. he doesn’t see the softest smile on your lips or the shining look of love in your eyes as you stare at the silver haired jonin.

“‘course we can kashi,” you whisper back, pulling him close to you and holding him tightly, kissing his forehead before closing your eyes.

kakashi woke up extremely hungover the next day, head throbbing and sunshine way too bright for his liking.

“good morning lover boy,” you giggle, aspirin in hand alongside a cup of water, “made us some breakfast, hopefully it’ll help with the headache I’m sure you’ve got.”

kakashi doesn’t say much of anything, eyes still half closed as he takes the medicine from you, mumbling what you can only assume is a ‘thank you,’ before he’s laying back down, blanket over his head.

a/n: GODDDD I HAVENT WRITTEN FOR MY LOVER IN SO LONG I MISSED HIM !!! I YEARNED FOR HIM !!!!! he’s so my everything i love him i love him i love him <333

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[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

A Dream From Another Universe

Pairing: Itachi x f!Reader

Summary: Itachi from the canon universe has a dream, about how things could've been if other things were different.

W/c: 1.9k

Warnings: Swearing? Lil touch of angst? Nm.

A/n: given kakashi and itachi tied and won that lil vote i did, here's this! anyway, lmk how y'all feel, it's supposed to be bittersweet.

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And, suddenly, it was the early evening.

Dark oak furniture was scattered around the living room, accompanied by a mix-matched variety of sitting pieces. A purple, crushed velvet arm chair sat on one side, while a pink-green-and-white recliner resided on the other. They framed a plaid couch that faced a roaring fire. From somewhere in the room, probably from one of the overflowing bookshelves, a sickly soft piano melody drifted through the air; such a vivid sound, Itachi could nearly see the soundwaves as they came.

He didn't question the homely scene; simply, he enjoyed the warmth, and thanked every star he knew the name of.

Nightmares tortured Itachi, too horrifying and heart-wrenching for the true level of the feelings to ever be conveyed by any verbiage. They carried on to his waking hours - though his world had become a blur, the memories came back clear as day. Itachi deserved it, every terrible feeling, and he knew it well.

But, this was not a nightmare.

And Itachi hoped to imprint this scene into his mind - even if it was only a hazy dream, and he had never seen that furniture nor heard that music before in his life.

However, he wasn't entirely sure he deserved... this.

Especially when your fuzzy figure materialized in the middle of the plaid couch, your head tucked down. Glistening in the firelight's reflection, your hair curtained your face, a little longer than Itachi remembered it to have been.

His heart stuttered within his chest, clenching with the force of a thousand lonely nights.

Just as he began to begrudge you for hiding your face from him, your head turned so casually, but with such a remarkable grace that this was surely you.

"Come 'ere, Itachi," you purred, your voice just as melodic as he remembered.

Hearing his name from your lips brought him to life within the dream.

Without speaking, he swept over to you, making long strides across the foreign living room. As he moved, he drank in every feature of yours, the features that made his heart pound, those that he hadn't seen in years, but could never, ever, forget.

Stars above, you were beautiful.

So, very beautiful.

He sat on the couch, taking the cushion to your right, still silent, while a deep frown carved onto his face. You let Itachi stare at you, doing so with such a gentle smile.

As he looked into your eyes, he noticed every star he had longed to see, within them, twinkling with adoration.

Itachi's heart ached within it's prison. How badly he missed making you smile, how awfully he yearned to watch the glimmer in your eye. The slopes of your cheeks were so perfectly defined by the firelight, while it also smoothed your skin to a marble texture. You resembled a statue, a carving; something that an artist poured hundreds of hours into to render entirely perfect.

"What's the matter, sweet boy?" You chuckled after an unknown amount of time had passed.

That... cripes, Itachi felt like he could cry. He would do anything just to hear that little pet name on his conscious ear.

What a fool, Itachi was. He claimed to hate that name, way back when; but, now, he was dreaming about those words. A strange brand of self-hatred came over him, tinged with guilt. Why could he not have made more time for you? Why-

"I-ta-chi," you enunciated in a sing-song voice, bringing Itachi's eyes to your lips. "Talk to me - you seem totally spaced."

"I'm okay," he whispered. "Don't worry about me."

You shook your head and reached over your lap, grabbing the bookmark that rested on the coffee table. As you slotted it between your pages, you chuckled, "I always worry about you, my sweet, sweet boy."

Were you dreaming about him? Was that why he was having this dream?

No, Itachi thought. That sounded too hopeful. 

Besides, this could still turn into a nightmare, the other shoe could still drop.

"Are you... is it happening again?" You asked with a certain compassion in your cadence that made Itachi's shoulders relax.

He shook his head, "Is what happening again?"

With a slight huff, you heaved the book onto the coffee table, then turned yourself to face Itachi fully, crossing your legs on the couch.

"Which nocturne is playing, right now?"

The question caught him off guard.

Hesitantly, he shrugged, "The... third... nocturne?"

You sighed, and he knew he answered wrong, "What about yesterday? Do you remember what we did?"

"No," he answered honestly, but so very intrigued. "What did we do yesterday?"

"Well," you started with a smile. "You won three tickets for a baseball game, so you, Shisui, and Sasuke went to the ballpark, yesterday." As you drew breath, Itachi's lips quirked. "You hell-raisers came back here, post-game, and I made dinner. A nice okonomiyaki for everyone."

"Oh, yeah?" Itachi murmured, no edge in his voice at all, just sheer tantalization.

You grinned, capturing his eyes with yours, full of stars, "Yeah."

"Then, what happened?" Itachi asked, though he didn't even recognize the gentleness in his tone.

"Then, we played a few rounds of dice," you laughed lightly, shaking your head as if you couldn't believe Itachi was having you revise the night. "I stole the pot twice, and Shisui declared that I was cheating. I wasn't, of course, but I dropped out and came over here, anyway, until the boys left. After that-" You shrugged, "-we shared a nightcap, before we got nice and cuddled-up for the night."

Fuck, this really was a dream.

Itachi was left to merely wonder how his mind could possibly conjure up something so...

"That sounds..." He searched for the word, but the one he wished for didn't exist. Shaking his head with a small smile, Itachi sighed, "Perfect."

"I bet," you mumbled, looking over his face carefully, your gaze as light as a feather. "I think my Itachi and I have the best lives of any of us, and that's why this always happens to him. Do you speak to your me?"

What?

"I beg your pardon?" Itachi said, voice confused and almost child-like as his brain fizzed.

You just smiled, and simply told him, "It's like a gift, to you, I suppose... Sometimes, when my Itachi gets too tired, too stressed, too whatever, one of you comes to me. You, like, switch places."

Okay, now his brain was really starting to lose the plot of the dream. It was going so well-

"I'll have you, for a little while," you went on. "And you'll have me, for a little while. It's like the stars are giving you a taste of the good life - one of you called it a reprieve, I think."

"I'm sorry," Itachi huffed, a short laugh in his breath. He shook his head, "I really don't understand."

"That's quite alright, sweetheart, you don't need to. All you need to know is that I love you, and your me loves you - and an infinite number of other versions of us love each other, too."

Perhaps untrue, hopefully not - Itachi was just happy to hear you speak, and to hear such foreign words of adoration.

You grinned peacefully, "So, what do you think?"

"Think about what?" He asked.

Motioning around the living room, you laughed, "What do you think of our place? What do you think of me? How does all of this compare to you and your Y/n?"

"I think you have a lovely home," Itachi started slowly, looking around the room. "And I think... you are lovely." His eyes returned to yours and Itachi couldn't help but smile as he said, "But I can't bring myself to compare our situations."

"Probably for the best," you sighed contentedly. Then, looking at Itachi with a cocked brow, you asked, "What do you want to do, Itachi?"

A hundred- no, a thousand things flitted through his mind.

What did he want to do? With you, anything.

"I- I don't..." Fool, this is a golden opportunity. "I just... I want to hear you speak, that's all."

"What do you want me to speak about?"

"Tell me about us, about our lives, together."

"Well, tomorrow, we're..."

It was spectacular.

Itachi was amazed.

He doubted the overall verity of the situation, as one should - but, there was no doubt in his mind that this was the most splendid gift he had ever received. If there were other universes, with other Itachi's and other Y/n's, he was glad that at least some of them seemed to be living the way he wished. Not everything in every universe could be a bowl of peaches and cream, but it was a real motherfucker that this Itachi had to go through the muck and back, and to still be one of the ones who lost you along the way.

For what felt like both six hours, and six minutes, you verbally illustrated the grand adventures the two of you had gone on, and about the adventures you had planned.

It truly was everything he had dreamed about, and a strange jealousy had crept it's way up Itachi's neck.

"And, guess what," you prompted, legs stretched out over Itachi's lap as you spoke on and on.

"What?" He acquiesced, his fingers lightly drawing obscure shapes on the thin skin of your shin, letting his eyes trace every line in your smile.

With an extension of your left hand, Itachi ripped his eyes away from your face to see a rather large, diamond ring on your fourth finger. It glimmered and shone, seemingly polished to the exact standard of blinding reflection. Upon your hand, the ring almost seemed heavy, and numbers started flying through Itachi's mind as he assessed the piece of jewelry, pondering the monetary and karat worth of the rock alone.

"We're getting married in the Autumn," you told him as he gently took your hand in his to get an even closer look at the ring. "You proposed here, at home - then, we went on a proposal tour."

Allowing himself to laugh lightly, Itachi repeated, "Proposal tour?"

"Yeah," you beamed. "We went around to our favourite places and you proposed to me again and again. We got a bunch of free desserts out of it, and a lots of our favourite shopkeepers are regularly giving us discounts, now."

"Who thought that up?" He asked, letting the lopsided smile rest on his face.

Taking your hand back, you motioned to yourself from head to toe and claimed, "Yours truly."

Itachi laughed again, though the vibrations almost felt as foreign as this living room. You smiled, eyes dancing around his face like he was the one who possessed a priceless beauty. The two of you stayed like that for a little while, yet - merely staring at each other, with gentle grins plastered on both of your faces.

Until...

"You have to wake up, now, Itachi," you hummed, sitting up properly as you looked at him with such a gorgeous, bittersweet smile. He never wanted to forget your smile, nor the way your lips wrapped around his name so softly, again, "Itachi."

"Why?" He asked, forlorn.

Meekly, you giggled and told him, "I miss my Itachi."

"I don't want to leave you," he said, almost petulant, but with a candied voice, thick with a heavy array of emotion. "I don't... I don't even see my Y/n, I just... I miss her."

You chuckled warmly, "I wish you had more time with her, sweet boy."

"Me too," he murmured in defeat. "I love you."

"I'm sure I love you, too."

Before he could offer any further farewell, his vision went white, then suddenly black.

He could smell a wet metallic tinge in the air, and he sighed quietly as he laid in the cave, not wanting to open his eyes, for fear of losing the image of you that was seared into the insides of his eyelids.

Itachi missed you terribly.