#hataakes

Spouse Application || @hataakes || accepting!

A piece of paper slid under the door of her office. 

She almost knew what it was. There was only one other person on the floor if she didn’t count the new presence that decided to flit here and there. Really, if he didn’t want her to know, she wouldn’t.

Considering she did know, a smile spread over her face as she got up to retrieve the little slip she had hidden in his mission report.

Name: Hatake Kakashi Age: 36. How well do we know each other?: Quite well, I suppose. Do you have a pet name for me?: No but the ninken have several. Do I have a pet name for you?: I don’t know, do you? Are you attracted to me?: Sakura, I asked you to marry me last week. Of course I’m attracted. Why do you want to marry me?: Way too many reasons to list. Big wedding or Small wedding?: Small. Do you see children in our future?: We haven’t discussed it.

Her smile grew. She could hear his slight aggravation at this little tease, getting back at him for waiting so long. Really, she had been about to ask the damn question herself before he murmured it into her shoulder during a rare sunrise they were able to watch.

Sakura could claim she wanted to make sure he was serious all she wanted, they both knew it was a lie. She really just wanted to poke a little fun before giving him her answer.

Opening the door to find her boyfriend leaning lazily against the frame, she tugged him in. It was habit now; close the door, tug down his mask, pull him into a dizzying kiss that usually ended up with her pressed to the wall. Only this time, she ended up sitting on her desk while his hands gently massaged her hips.

“I want children.” Sakura watched him carefully, noting any hesitation that might arise. He stilled, but he didn’t freeze. It was a good sign. “Not right away. We can have time to ourselves for a bit, but eventually–”

“Children,” Kakashi repeated and she smiled at the slight daze in his tone.

Nodding, she stayed silent. It was a testament for how well they knew each other that she could read the thoughts dance across his face before they settled. Her palms cupped his jaw and she fell into a slow, soft kiss so at odds with the one earlier.

Headcanons for Two || @hataakes➤ - What’s your favorite AU for them, if you have any? (How dare you make me choose.)

Honestly, it’s probably Warpath. And we seriously have so many to choose from, but this one just really pulls out so many emotions and there’s so much to delve into. The world is huge, ridiculously so, and there’s so much room to play. I absolutely love that one.

Second place is the Gladiator AU, I think. Honorary mention is the Student/Professor(s) one with we have with @forlornwind.

❣ -  Can you share a cute HC? (AUs accepted.)

The real reason they both move out of their small apartments into a larger home -- his ninken. When Sakura is over at his place, all of his dogs are there, too. She’s just as smitten with them as they are with her, so it’s like an instant thing that happens: Sakura comes over, the dogs are summoned. 

Kakashi being knocked off his bed because it wasn’t made for eight dogs and two people speeds up this process faster than most people guessed. Tenzou won that bet by a landslide, but the inside information of showing up and finding Kakashi on the floor might have helped a bit.

▲ - Can you share a NSFW HC? (AUs accepted)

but do u gots pot tho????

he doesnt do sake only cognac and cigars

Ship Pros & Cons || @hataakes || not accepting!

Pro: Their straight up compatibility: their thought processes line up so well, their personalities complement each other, and the way they can read each other. It’s like the ship is so natural between them.Bonus Fandom Pro: So many different sides! This fandom has definitely embraced multiple interpretations of both characters, allowing creators to explore an infinite number of possibilities.

I love you || @hataakes || not accepting!29. Slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey.

After the fourth morning in a row spent heaving up her breakfast in the bathroom at the hospital, Sakura knew something was wrong. Shizune knew it too, judging from her unreadable expression as she watched Sakura wash her hands. 

She didn’t bother arguing when Shizune ushered her into the closest room.

Fifteen minutes in that room – five for the exam and ten for conversation – and then she was heading home, the condition Shizune demanded in exchange of keeping her secret. 

She took her time on that trip, going out of her way to stop by the flower shop. Catching up with Ino was wonderful and she left with a gorgeous bouquet of wildflowers that would look great in the kitchen window. Then a quick visit to the market to splurge on fruit that finally came back in season. A window shop caught her eye as she left and she stopped in to pick up a pen set. 

It would look nice on his desk.

Once she got home, the flowers went into the kitchen and looked just a refreshing as she thought they would. Fruit into a bowl and displayed on the table, perfect for her to grab as she needed. She found some ribbon in a storage closet, tied a small bow around the box, and then placed it innocuously on his bookshelf. It would be a good surprise for when he switched out his books.

The rest of the morning was spent in the bathroom as Sakura indulged in a long, hot, stress-free bath.

When he got home, she had already cleaned the living room and bedroom and started on the kitchen, hands deep in soapy water to wash the pans they’d used for the very breakfast that started it all. His hands found her hips, feeling like they were home, and his lips went straight to her shoulder bared by the loose tank top she’d thrown on after her bath.

“You’re home early,” he murmured, fingers already sliding underneath the hem and seeking skin. 

Her stomach flipped when his touch brushed over her belly.

“I am,” came a hesitant reply and he knew her well enough to freeze for a moment before she felt him relax. 

His spine straightened and he pulled her back against him. “Everything okay?”

Sakura’s carefully planned answer got caught on the lump in her throat. Reaching for the towel, she dried off her hands before turning in his grip, palms sliding up his chest in a familiar affection developed over time. Looking up at him, her gaze resting lightly on the scar down one cheek and the small mark just beyond his bottom lip before returning back to those intelligent, gray eyes. She took a slow breath in and then finally answered.

“I’m pregnant.”

She’d expected some things, had imagined a lot more, but found herself pleasantly surprised. Of course, the shocked blink he offered her was definitely on the ‘expected’ list and she had imagined watching his eyes soar far away before grounding back in their kitchen.

She didn’t expect him on his knees with her shirt pushed up and his lips pressing soft kisses below her naval.

“Kakashi?”

“You’re pregnant,” he finally murmured, forehead resting below her sternum. “You’re pregnant. We’re having a baby.”

She ruffled through his silver strands as a smile touched over her lips. “We’re having a baby,” she confirmed.

Kakashi jerked up for a moment, his eyes widening as his jaw fell slack. “I’m going to be a dad.” His tone shook, voice hitching on his last word before it finally fell out into the air. “I’m going to be a dad.”

A multitude of emotions hit her then, all empathetic to what he could be feeling. Dread, fear, insecurity, hope, excitement – all things she would be surprised if he wasn’t feeling. “You’re going to be a wonderful father.”

His chin moved again, lips pressing against her skin again in a long, slow caress. “I love you. I love you so much.”

The emotion in those words alone wet her tears.

@hataakes

She was going to kill him.

One would think that one should pay respect to the person that saved their life. That when a person took great personal risk to keep one alive and give them a safe place to heal, one should show said person gratitude. And be polite. And accept any accommodations with a smile with no other expectations.

Hatake missed the memo.

Locking the door behind her, she stepped out her shoes and tossed her bag onto the kitchen counter. Not a damn word left her lips as she stalked into the living room, seeing the lanky form stretched over her couch and an annoyed look plastered to that stubborn face. Well, he wasn’t the only one annoyed and he damn well better learn that soon.

He’d been going on about all these ‘inconveniences’ since he started feeling better. And dammit, he was driving her fucking crazy. She knew it was because he was bored and feeling helpless, but she also knew she didn’t have any fucking say in current state. The man had to heal and no amount of training would hurry up the human body when it was mending a fatal wound.

Still, she snatched the package from the doorstep, knowing it had arrived that day, ripped open the box and into the smaller box inside, and plugged in the Fire Stick to one of the slots on her TV. Connect to the WIFI, configure a few accounts and enter a few passwords, and Hatake’s precious Game of Thrones flashed over the screen.