#yes yes he's more exhausted with the system and doesn't feel real hatred

[ebitenpura]

darth "I hope every sith dies and goes to hell" jadus my beloved

[ohai-there]

Can you please write a fanfic where reader is kakashi's soulmate who isn't aware about it... She doesn't believe in soulmates so shika and kakashi and the gang and others help kaka by hiring the reader as personal chef in the hokage residence.. they slowly begin getting close and it's followed by fluff and smut please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please

errr I don't really write reader/SI stuff and smut is something i can only write when the stars align (horny, high motivation, high energy, lots of time) haha but I can give you a snippet :) "I really am so glad that you came to help," Ayame chirps gratefully as she dries off her hands, "I really don't know what i would do without you."

"Shoo, shoo," you say, nudging her towards back entrance, "go and visit Uncle Teuchi, I'll hold the fort until dinner. Tell Uncle I said I hope he's doing better, today."

Ayame leaves with an exhausted, graceful smile and jogs out, disappearing behind the door quickly. When you'd heard news of Uncle Teuchi collapsing from health issues, you'd dropped your job as a waitress of a tea shop in the quiet town of Oe and headed straight to Konoha to check in on your uncle and cousin.

Poor Ayame had been drowning at the workload of keeping Ramen Ichiraku as usual while fretting for her father's health, so you'd just told her I can help, and she'd run you through with the basics of keeping the store open.

Ayame wakes at three in the morning to get the broth going, and gets the shop warmed up until you begin at ten, before the lunch rush, then she gets a few hours break to visit Uncle Teuchi and catch a small nap, before she's back to help with the dinner rush, before clocking out when it quiets down and leaving you to close.

It's a good, stable system. You always were more of a night-owl than a morning bird, and the customers understand that you're new and learning, and are very much forgiving to your slower speed.

The only real downside to the job is - "Aw, Ayame-chan's already gone for the day?" Naruto Uzumaki, the supposed next Hokage asks as he saunters into the shop with a grin - the damn shinobi.

Not that you have any particular hatred for shinobi, but they're just... Well, they're murderers for hire, no matter how you try and dress it. It sure doesn't help that all the blood does something to their brain - as one of your colleagues from the teahouse had whispered to you after a fight had broken out - they're all odd.

Naruto's a good boy, though, he's not quite like the other shinobi who frequent Ichiraku, nor like the occasional ninja you'd seen at the teahouse on those rare days. The problem with Naruto is that where he goes, more shinobi follow - he just has something about him that invites others to join him.

Usually it's that shinobi with the scar over his nose, sometimes it's the youngsters with the freaky eyes and the one with the dog, but today it's a spiky haired, lazy faced man and the goddamned Hokage - again.

"Welcome," you says stiffly, as the air inside the shop gets stuffy with claustrophobia, it's the guards, Ayame had said casually, they're invisible - some shinobi magic - but they have to come in to make sure that Hokage-sama is safe, "Ayame-chan already left to visit Teuchi-oji."

"Ah, right. I'll make sure to visit him, too. He's doing okay?" Naruto beams at you, smile white and bright.

"I think so, what can I get for you today?"

You turn to start cooking up some pork, mouthing along silently as Naruto says, "miso ramen with pork! Extra pork!" and you say, "yes, yes, what about everyone else?"

"I'll have tonkotsu," the lazy one says, slumping into his seat, and the Hokage hums a bit, "I'll have whatever you recommend!"

Customers like that are the worst, how are you supposed to know what they're feeling like eating? You hold back your scowl as you turn back to the brother and make a second serving of Naruto's order to give the Hokage, miso is basic enough that everyone should like it, right?

It takes a while, you're definitely not as skillful as Ayame when it comes to making the ramen, you'd always preferred frying, but you're passable enough the eventually you get three decent bowls served to your customers, Naruto's and the lazy one's served first with twin calls of, "itadakimasu," before they eat and you turn and take the Hokage's bowl, reaching over the counter and placing it in front of him.

He watches you the entire time, his eyes glued to your hands, ignoring the bowl of ramen you'd just placed in front of him to stare at your fingers.

"I didn't poison it," you say dryly, "eat before it gets cold."

"Ahaha, of course I wasn't thinking that, that'd be cruel..." the Hokage says, his eyes flickering to your face as he slowly reaches up to hook a finger to pull his mask down.

You just watch him blankly as the fabric pulls down and reveals a straight nose, thin lips, pale skin and a single beauty mark.

Fuck, you think to yourself, willing the heat in your cheeks to dissipate, why is he always so pretty, because he is, his jaw sharp and bones delicate enough to teeter between classically handsome and unfairly beautiful.

The Hokage's lips pull tight over his white, straight teeth in a soft smile, "itadakimasu," he says smoothly and begins eating with a bright, "delicious!" even though you know that your ramen is mediocre in comparison to Teuchi-oji's and Ayame's skillful cooking - you always overcook the noodles just a bit - and the Hokage's light eyelashes casting a shadow on his cheeks as he lowers his head to slurp up some ramen what the fuck why are they longer than your own?

You're dragged from your staring by the lazy one's voice, "say, what do you think about soulmates?" he's already done eating, and has taken to watching you carefully.

You can't help the disdain from twitching across your face, "I suppose soulmates are an idealistic concept," "I'm asking what you think about them," you can't help but click your tongue, "the idea of having one person you're locked into by fate or whatever, it's a bit... I don't like it, the thought of being trapped from the beginning like that."

"Do you believe in it?"

"Not really," you shrug as Naruto finishes up his bowl, raising a hand saying one more, please! and you turn to get started on another bowl of miso with extra pork, "if soulmates were a thing, wouldn't there be more proof of it? Maybe it's more of a I'll believe it when I see it kind of thing for me, perhaps."

"What about the red string of fate tied around your pinky?"

"Sounds inconvenient," you say, frying the pork with a nice sear, "wouldn't it get caught on something?" and the lazy one just replies with, "hm," and you begin scooping the broth for Naruto, "shinobi-san, is there a reason for your interrogation? Did you find your soulmate? If it's me, I think you're out of luck. You're not quite my type."

"Not me," the shinobi says, his face blank as you turn to give NAruto his second serve, "I'll take a beer."

"Shikamaru-kun," the Hokage pipes up, pulling his mask up as he finishes eating, "you're still on the clock," and the lazy one, Shikamaru, scowls and says, "you owe me, Hokage-sama."

"Now, now, didn't I say to just call me Kakashi? No Hokage-sama going on here," then he looks directly at you, and winks, the bastard knows he's handsome, the fucker, "you don't need to formalities, too."

"Hokage-sama," you say, trying to keep professional, "are you the one paying today?"

"Oh what's that? I think I hear an emergency, I've got to go!" the Hokage chirps and in a flash, far too quick for you to see, disappears in a blur, leaving a single leaf floating onto his empty seat. You stare at it for a second, before you turn to Shikamaru, "you'd better pay for his share."

Shikamaru curses lowly under his breath and takes a gulp of his beer, "bastard," and gives you a curt nod, "by the way, what are you planning on doing after Teuchi-san has recovered?"

You think for a second - you'd essentially thrown away your life in Oe in your haste to come to Konoha to support your only remaining family, so there's nothing left for you in the little town you'd spent the past decade of your life in - so you just shrug and say, "Ayame-chan and Teuchi-oji are my only remaining family. This shop's a bit too small for three of us, though, so I might try to find a job somewhere else so I have enough to get my own place. I'm not too poor at waitressing nor cooking; just not ramen."

"An offer, then," Shikamaru says as Naruto calls out another bowl! Please! and you turn to make Naruto's third serving of ramen, "well paying, extremely safe, board included."

You hum, laying down the pork to sizzle satisfyingly in the oiled pan, "sounds too good to be true, what's the catch?" you add in an extra slice of pork, because Naruto is a good kid and perhaps your favourite customer.

"No catch," Shikamaru says, then, "okay, maybe one catch. You'll need to deal with shinobi, a lot," and that makes you pause, because you'd been trying to keep your general discomfort around shinobi as quiet as possible, damn, how unprofessional.

"What's the job?"

"A personal cook," Shikamaru says after a brief second of silence, "for the Hokage. You'd be offered to stay in the Hokage Residence - there are a lot of empty houses for hoursekeepers and servants available in the compound, you'd need to make three meals a day on all weekdays."

You whirl on your heel, spatula in hand and pointed at Shikamaru from flipping the pork, "I'm not a servant, I'm not going to do anyone's laundry or clean their house nor tuck them into bed, do you understand?"

There's a displeased pull to Shikamaru's face and he just sighs and mutters something like troublesome under his breath and says, "right. Just cooking."

You huff, putting Naruto's bowl down in front of him with a grim smile and he says, "thanks, nee-chan!" and begins scarfing down his ramen, and you turn to Shikamaru, "we can discuss this further after Teuchi-oji recovers. I want a written contract of all specifications by then, to review and decide."

"You should just say yes," Naruto says with his mouth stuffed full, "Kakashi-sensei wouldn't treat you bad."

You grimace and pinch his cheek, "you should just focus on eating. Besides, aren't you a shinobi? You shouldn't be so wishy-washy about things that affect your future."

"But it's Kakashi-sensei! And you're you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You give his cheek a pull and Naruto spills out half-chewed noodles from his mouth with an ow, ow, ow, nothing, sorry!

Shikamaru, watching the entire interaction, grumbles he owes me so much, then says, "I'll get you the contract by the end of the week. Teuchi-san is already well on his way to recovery," and then he pushes up and saunters from the shop, throwing out a sloppy wave and a quick, "Naruto's paying for all of our meals," just as the door slides shut.

"Wait, Shika?! Everyone's ramen?!!" Naruto yelps, looking like he's about to run after his friend but you grasp him by the collar of his jumpsuit and just say, "Naruto-kun, you'd better not be thinking about running off without paying."

He gulps, "can't you put it on Kakashi-sensei?"

Damn shinobi.

[strad-214]

I am reading right now that psychologists are saying that it would be an incredible relief to us all if we forget the recent and "normal" lives we once knew and just accepted our current situation as the new normal because there is not yet an end in sight and I read this on CNN.

The article goes on to say that we will not be happy or content unless we let go of the belief that this will all be over soon or else we will drive ourselves crazy. It says that we must let go of the way of life we knew and accept our current predicament as our new way of life because there is no end in sight, so don'tgo searching for that end because that is also going to drive us crazy...

No, this pandemic isn't going to end tomorrow, or next week, or next month, maybe not even next year. Yes, we have to accept our current situation such as it is whether we like it or not because whether we believe it or not, it all is ultimately out of our control... but the pandemic will also not go on forever, and not all of our new conditions of living are entirely justified. Every day, new information comes out that contradicts the policies that where placed the day before: in New Jersey, USA, the Governor disallowed any and all indoor activity but forced schools to open with a government approved plan for sterility in the classrooms. The teachers, understandably, revolted saying that it was too dangerous and they did not wish to risk theirs and their students' lives so needlessly when they had already found ways to teach from home. They also made the argument that everything else was still needed to be done outdoors, so why open the schools? You know what the Governor did? Immediately announced that indoor activities where safe again to a certain degree and restaurants and theaters and the like opened back up. So too, did the schools, for they now had no argument.

This pandemic has been used as a platform for politics to exercise their control over the population. This is not an extreme left wing agenda, it is not an extreme right one either. Neither side is working in tandum to exercise this control, in fact, I'm not sure which is worse anymore. The pendulum of a a clock need not be wound so tight that the hammer slams into the walls of its casing and breaks the clock. Yet here we are, swinging so far one way and the other that the whole thing is crashing down and we just keep winding it up. Proof lies in this article alone, telling you the reader to give up hope for a better future, one where we are free of this plague-- political or viral-- and accept the lives we now must face.

Well, I for one will never give up hope of a better life. Things are terrible right now, but those of us that survive can do something to make it better. Don't riot, don't needlessly posture out of pride, don't give anybody a reason to call you a radical. Ask for the support of those in authority who are being muffled by the extreme wings of politics, they WANT to help us. Get the police to protest WITH YOU, talk to them, give them a reason to WANT TO SUPPORT YOU, and they will, they have done that before! They did it in Newark NJ when all these other protests and riots went violent, they knew Newark was going to have one, so they just decided "We'll march with you, protect you from those who would harm you and protect you from yourselves." -- there are a lot of rioters who are picking random targets and justifying it later, even amongst themselves.

What I'm trying to say is this: yes, it was the American way to take up arms and overthrow our government... keyword is WAS... we are not there yet. Can we please start finding better ways than just shooting the first cop we see? Or by literally trying to spread this plague as if it isn't real? Otherwise, we will get there. Do we really want that? Do we really want to destroy this nation? If we do, the entire world will come donw on us to claim its share, and we will have no say about it: we will be carved like fat ham, those of us who would survive the peocess will lose their homes, will lose their families, their husbands and wives, their children, their identities, their treasures... possibly our lives in the process. The carvers would call it a mercy for us, say they are giving us a new home and life, but we would be outsiders in lands we don't want to go live in. Or,, even if we think we want to go live there, we couldn'tive there the way we live here. Thas got to be a better way people, don't let go of those bettwr paths or we will lose everything!

I'm a straight, white man. I have lived on this Earth for 26 years. I was never presented the opportunities of success because I lived in a town of people who couldn't give a shit about anything but themselves and their interests. I am poor, I drive a 2007 Forester that is falling apart. I have enough college debt to insist that I'm pursuing a masters degree, but I still am an undergrad. I live in the living room of my future inlaws and sleep in a bed that is too small for my fiancee and I. Every night I try to sleep with direct eyesight to the front door of the house. I'm supposed to be student teaching right now, but that's difficult to do right now because of the pandemic and my college is having difficulty finding me a school willing to take me, not to mention the school they did find for me actually isn't cooperating with me and at this point, there isn't enough time in the semester to complete my requirements due to the slowly turning wheels of a system that again, doesn't seem to give a shit about me. I'm due to get married in two weeks time come this Friday (10/02/2020) the plans of which got turned upside down again due to the pandemic. All I want to do is teach music, love my wife, have a modest home on the edge of a forest that I can walk in with what I hope to be a daughter who sings and a son who fights Isshin-ryū like his mother, and ultimately teach the next generation to stick up for themselves and be their own men and women someday-- whether they were born men and women or not. That's it, that's all I want. Everything I have done in life was to allow myself and people like me to do just those things.... Why is that so hard? WE ARE MAKING IT HARD.... and I swear to God, if I have to take up arms and defend what little of my goals I have achieved against savages who hide behind walls of self-righteousness-- no matter their skin color or class-- my wrath will be equal to that of the God I believe in. For they will have taken everything from me at that point just because they can because they think it's right even though I have done nothing wrong to them....

BUT. I. WILL. NOT. GIVE. UP. NOT UNTO MY DYING BREATH WILL I EVER GIVE UP ON THE HOPE OF A BETTER FUTURE FOR EVERYONE ON THIS EARTH NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE OR WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN!!! AND IN STRIVING FOR MY GOALS OF A PEACFUL FUTURE WHERE I LIVE IN HARMONY WITH ALL THOSE AROUND ME, I AM ALLOWING THAT GOAL TO EMINATE TO ALL THOSE I WOULD LIVE IN HARMONY WITH!!! AND I SPIT ON ANY SICK FUCK WHO WOULD TELL ME OR ANYBODY THAT IT IS BETTER TO JUST GIVE UP HOPE AND ACCEPT A FATE THAT I DID NOT CHOOSE!!! FUCK YOU!!! TURN IN YOUR LICENCE TO PRACTICE MEDICINE BECAUSE YOU ARE RUINING LIVES WITH THAT BULLSHIT!!! THE SPIRIT OF A TRUE AMERICAN LIVES ON IN THE HOPE OF A BETTER FUTURE! THAT IS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A TRUE AMERICAN!!! NOT A REBEL, NOT A CONQUOR, NOT A RACIST, BUT A BEACON OF HOPE FOR ALL PEOPLES OF THIS EARTH!!!!!

........ you know, I never write these things because when I share my views here, I get labeled as a biggot, a racist-- I've even been called a neo-nazi once... for believing that all people can live together in harmony without causing harm to one another, can you believe that? .... well, you people don't know me and your opinions don't scare me anymore. I have ourgrown mindless spite. I say what I do in the spirit of humility and devotion to secret vows which I have taken to try and unite peoples of all walks of life through music and help foster a kindred spirit between myself and my neighbors. It is the same vow that a man named Fred Rogers made once upon a time, I would know, he is a member of my order. If anyone has watched his shows, you'll see what I mean.

I am exhausted now... more than I ever have been. I feel far older than I am and I feel worse all the time. Please, I beg of you all... don't give in to this rhetoric, don't let this political mire get the best of you. Don't love Biden because he isn't Trump, love him because he has an idea or goal you like. Love Trump for the same reasons... and then tweet back that he needs to stop getting in his own way if he is to be a real leader. Think of the impacts of this pandemic and be thankful for all that you have, even if it's only a little, because someone else has it worse than you, and then try to help those people if you can. But above all else, be your own people, don't give in to hatred, be a positive influence, make a pact of peace and trust and set aside pride and spitefulness... be an American the way an American was meant to be.