#morggie writes

you put the book aside when you heard your father talking with someone. your parents had come to spend the weekend with you because they "saw you little since you moved out". you were touched by the act, but you were better off left alone, which is why you excused yourself, saying you were going to sleep early and was alone in your bedroom a few seconds ago.

your father laughed, which made you more curious... who could it be?

- y/n! - your father called, before turning around and seeing you. - oh, you're there, i hadn't seen you. this charming little guy is here to see you... sorry, what did you say was your name again?

you froze in place the second you saw him, recognizing the orange mask right away. uh-oh.

- tobi! - obito replied with that ridiculous voice he used to give tobi life, laughing at the end and raising his arms. his voice was loud and happy, but his eye focused on you and you felt every single hair on your body shiver.

- tobi! - your father repeated laughing, finding the name funny, then looking at your mother and saying: - his name's tobi!

your mother laughed too, but you couldn't see what was so funny in a ridiculous name and an annoying personality. the truth is maybe you would be laughing with your parents if you weren't so damn terrified.

you were in trouble. you just knew it. if obito was at your house on a normal saturday night while your parents were visiting, it meant you were in trouble. your heart was beating so fast you felt like it could jump right out of your chest any second. obito didn't take his eyes off of you, not even when he was laughing with your parents.

- so, tobi, why don't you come in? - your father invited, opening the door a bit more, giving obito space.

- no! - you screamed before obito could answer. - no, i mean... we can talk outside, i feel like walking a little, breathing the night air, you know.

- take your coat! - your mom recommended.

you took your coat from the coat hanger next to the door and promised your parents you'd be right back, knowing damn well that you couldn't really promise anything when it came to obito.

as soon as your father closed the door, obito grabbed your arm and you were sucked into a place you didn't even know where it was.

- ouch! - you complained when he finally let go of your arm, practically tossing you off. his grip was harder than it needed to be, and you were sure that would leave a bruise.

- ouch? is all you have to say? ouch?! - he asked, ripping the mask off, looking at you outraged. - i'll show you what pain really looks like. - he threatened.

your stomach was agitated because of how nervous you were. obito could be violent, rough and vengeful when he wanted to be, having an insane amount of ways of punishing and torturing you.

- i'm sorry...? - you tried.

- exactly what are you sorry for?

- for whatever it is that i did this time. or what you think i did.

he came suddenly - a second ago he was four steps away from you, and now there he was, hovering you, giving you no way out, stuck between his body and the wall behind you.

- i don't think, princess, i know.

he put two fingers on your chin to force you to look up at him when you tried to look away.

- i'm sorry... - your tried again.

- what are you sorry for? - he asked.

- tell me what i did, and i'll tell you what i'm sorry for...

obito grabbed your ponytail and pulled it down violently, making you arch your back to follow the movement your head did since your hair was attached to it. you almost screamed, but obito covered your mouth, his face millimeters from yours.

- you're trying to be funny, but i don't like it when you're trying to be funny.

a single tear fell from your left eye and that seemed to soften him a little. he let go of your hair, but his hand circled your neck.

- i heard you were whoring around the village with kakashi today, in a pretty tiny, tiny yellow dress... probably the one i sent you last week.

- obito, don't even start, kakashi and i are just friends...

- yeah? - he interrupted you. - just friends? i know how well you treat your friends... i was your friend once, in case you don't remember.

his grip around your delicate throat was harder and it got a little hard to breath.

- we were just friends until you helped me feel better at the hospital... do you remember that day, darling?

- obito, stop! - you pleaded, trying to push him away.

- 'twas the day you became mine, i claimed your body, i marked you, you're mine!

you tapped his hand when his grip got even stronger, your face turning a little red. he took his hands off of you and and took two steps back, breathing deeply, but all you could see was the fury in his eye.

- it's unacceptable that i leave for two weeks and you already forget that i own you!

- i'm allowed to have friends, you know! and, unless you lock me up, i have to interact with other people. it's called living in society! i know you've been isolated for a long time and-

- don't give me ideas, princess... - he threatened you.

- you're being unreasonable!

- no, you are! whoring around the city with a douchebag while your boyfriend is working? you're just a pathetic needy slut, aren't you? - his hand was back on your neck, body pressed hard against yours.

- you're cute when you're jealous. - you teased.

obito put his lips on your so urgently, so violently you were sure he had cut your lip and you would feel the impact later, but right now all you needed was his tongue filling your mouth, his hands all over, his body pressed hard against yours. you threw your hands around his neck and he tightened a little the grip around your throat getting a moan from you.

- just a pathetic slut. - he repeated, biting your lower lip.

- shut up and kiss me, you idiot.

obito glued his lips back to yours and pressed his hips against yours - you could feel his erection against your leg, which made you feel like your body was on fire.

- were you trying to get my attention? were you hoping somebody was watching so they could tell me?

obito's hand traveled down your body, leaving a burning trace behind it, then finally entering your pants.

- yes! - you unconsciously screamed when his fingers found your clit, closing your eyes automatically.

you heard him laugh while his fingers draw those lazy circles he was so good at.

- i bet he wouldn't know how to touch you, where to touch you.

- no, he wouldn't...

obito kissed you to keep you from screaming while he put two fingers inside you. you moaned on his lips and hanged your leg on his hip to give him more space, which made him smile.

his fingers were working wonders inside you, arching, stretching your walls just enough, preparing you, finding your sweet spot with no effort, and then hitting it again and again and again, keeping on the edge, but not quite there yet. you needed a little more, and he knew it.

- obito, please! - your cried, leaning your forehead against his.

- i know you can beg better than that.

he added a third finger, speeding the circles on your clit, which made your body shiver.

- please, please, pretty please...

you were so lost in him, completely given. you would do whatever and however he said.

he lifted your head to look at your eyes.

- please what?

you didn't answer, and that didn't make him happy. he pulled his hand out and you never felt so empty.

- oh, please, don't be mean, i'll be good, i will, i promise!

- you promise?

you nodded frenetically, anything to keep his hands where you wanted him.

obito kissed you, caressing your tongue with his own and drinking your moans when he forced himself inside of you, stretching you, making you feel better than his fingers ever could, making you feel so good, so full. you wrapped your legs around his waist, his left hand was firm on your hip keeping you in place, while the other was still firm around your neck. his pace was rough, hard, fast, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix violently, but it felt so good you couldn't help but moan and hold on to him.

- does it feel good?

- so good!

- can anyone else make you feel like this?

- no, no one...

he grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks together, watching your lips part.

- you're mine. do you understand that?

you nodded, looking pathethic, sinking your nails on his shoulders when the knot in your abdomen got thighter and thighter. he was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, you needed more of him, feel him with every inch of your body, so you pulled him impossibly close, as if you could melt into him.

- babe... - was all you said, dropping your weight on him, feeling weak.

obito knew you were close and, being the sucker that he was for you, he knew he was almost there just because you cumming was the hottest sight in the whole universe.

to be honest he wanted to punish you, to torture you; he wanted to tie you to a bed and tease and tease until you couldn't take it anymore, and then denying your orgasm until your fainted and learned the lesson, until you remembered you were his alone, but how could he do any of those things if just by looking at made him feel like he was capable to declare war against the entire world just to make you smile. but you were his - always have been and always would be. his.

your walls started clenching around him, the knot on your abdomen finally releasing when you came, moaning obito's name directly on his mouth, something he always found incredibly sensual. obito used both his hands to keep you in place while his pace got faster, harder and he grunted while you tried to hang on a little longer for him to have his release, though you were so sensible.

- mine! - he growled, finally emptying himself inside you, but never pulling out.

he kept his hand around your waist, holding you up so you wouldn't fall. it took a while for you both to recover your breath and strength. obito always treated you like that, rocking your entire world.

- i missed you, i missed you so much. - you confessed running your hands through his face.

- i missed you too, baby girl. - he kissed the palm of your hands.

- i hate it when you're away. i hate it so much.

obito's answer was to kiss you softly, barely touching your lips, and you just stayed there for several minutes - your legs still wrapped around his waist, him still inside you, your hands touching his face, memorizing the texture of his skin, the muscles he used to kiss you, the ones he used to smile, all there, at the tip of your fingers.

- you should go back, your parents are probably worried. - he finally broke the kiss, pushing your legs down.

- come back with me, spend the night, please, please, please...

- i can't... i have a lot to do.

obito wiped the tears that insisted on falling from your eyes and you pulled him in for another kiss.

- promise me you'll be careful, promise me you'll be back soon.

- i'll do my best.

obito's a rms let go of you, and the cold air hit you hard, compared to the heat of his body. you felt cold, lonely and empty - he was leaving again, and you didn't know when you would see him next, or if you would. there were a lot of people hunting the real leader of the akatsuki, and every mission was so dangerous... you lived with high levels of anxiety all the time, and obito was to blame. the worst part is that there was nothing you could do about it, he would never take you with him and put your life in danger, but he couldn't stay either, not when everyone thought he was dead and/or considered him a threat.

obito pulled you in for a last hug and kissed your lips gently, then traced kisses through your jaw line and whispered on your ear:

- remember you're mine. if i see you walking around with kakashi again i won't be responsible for my actions.

and then you were back at the front of your house and he was gone, just like that. the only thing that indicated he had been there was his smell lingering in the air and the red mark around your neck.

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you had no idea Obito was a virgin because that boy could talk! you noticed he always had an excuse when you invited him over, or when you were having a heavy make out session, but it never crossed your mind he could be nervous - if he were nervous he wouldn't talk about sex so much, would he?

obito talked about sex any time he could, as if he were an expert, plus he was so good at dirty talk you could never imagine - you should know better tho;

"I'll have you begging and screaming for more while you cream on my cock", "i'll use your body and you pussy as i please", "you won't be able to walk for weeks";

he couldn't be a virgin, right? right?

in his defense he really did believe what he said. he was nervous, but he had watched a lot of porn and read a lot of smut to know how those things go, exactly where to touch you and how to make you lose your mind. damn, he would have you on your back, legs open for him, crying for his touch in no time. he was going to be that good.

he was so so so wrong;

he tried to escape again one night when you were sitting on his lap, saying he needed to wake up early next day, but you knew he was lying because he didn't work on Saturdays;

"please, stay with me tonight..."

you looked at him with that innocent gaze, biting your lip, silently begging him to stay, so of course he couldn't say no.

you figured he was just nervous when you took off your dress and his eyes almost popped out of his head - you had never seen that look on someone's face, and you were sure obito had never seen a naked woman in front of him before, i mean, if he had he wouldn't've reacted like that;

and he hadn't, and now he didn't know what to do - he tried to keep his eyes on yours, but he desperately wanted to admire your body, to touch your skin;

he still tried to keep it together, tho - when you kissed him, when he grabbed your boobs, when you ground onto him and he was aching to be inside you, when you pulled him out of those pants and touched him - he kept it together, as much as he could;

it was when you sat on him that he lost, becoming a bumbling mess, completely lost in the most intense feeling he has ever felt;

"fuck, baby, fuck fuck fuck" he kept saying, his mouth wide open, completely lost;

it was overwhelming - the sounds you were making, the way you were holding his shoulders, nails deep into his skin, your walls clenching him so good, so warm, so wet;

he couldn't look away, he grabbed your ass and kept watching the delicious way your cunt swallowed him entirely while you rode him, hypnotized by the sexiest sight he had ever seen;

he didn't last much (poor boy tried). he threw his head back and moaned loud before you felt him coming inside you;

you put your face on the curve of his neck and didn't move an inch, waiting for him to ride off his high before dragging him to more;

he look at you in complete adoration, pushing your lips to his and kissing you with so much passion it was almost as if he was an addict and you were the drug he longed for for long;

"are you ready for the next round? i'mma need you to help me just a little bit more"

"please", he said out of breath "just use me like a fuck toy and do whatever you want"

"i can make you regret saying that, i can be a little... intense."

"please... i'm all yours."

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"no, i'm ok! i'm just a little dizzy, that's all."

there was no way in hell you would go to the hospital. you hated hospitals! no one has ever received good news in a hospital. best case scenario was "you're not sick" which is not exactly a good new, it didn't change anything. a good new would be "hey, we just discovered you're immune to every disease that has ever existed and you're practically immortal" or something similar. also there was the smell, the freaking white walls white everything. ugh, absolutely not!

"you've been throwing up for four days now, please, y/n."

"mind your fucking business, rokudaime." you told him, pushing him aside to leave the bathroom.

"you're my fucking business."

"how sweet." your voice was filled of sarcasm. you weren't usually this mean, but kakashi sounded like a broken record, insisting you went to the hospital when you clearly didn't want to.

you sat on the bed and closed your eyes, trying to make the world stop spinning. your mind was desperate trying to remember if you'd eaten something that could've caused this. maybe a new virus? either way, your body would get rid of it naturally, how it's supposed to do.

"no, really, go to work. i just need to eat something and lay down a bit." you tried to calm him down.

"you said that yesterday and the day before that, i can't leave you like this, come on."

"kakashi, drop it, i'm not going to the hospital!" he was starting to get on your nerves.

"i'm not asking, i'm informing. you can choose to go wearing what you are now or put something else on. you got 5 minutes."

"touch me and i swear to god i'll make you regret the day you were born!"

"honey, please..."

kakashi kneeled down before you and took your hands in his.

"i can't leave you like this, i haven't been able to focus properly because i'm worried about you, i'm running behind schedule at work. i'm asking you, please, let me take you to the hospital."

you sighed, looking at him. as the hokage, kakashi couldn't skip a day of work, he was responsible for absolutely everything, and he would work the whole day on christmas eve.

"i hate hospitals. i really do."

"i know. but we have to find out what's wrong."

you got up and changed from your pajamas to a loose dress, grabbing your purse on the way.

kakashi practically carried you to the very christmas descorated hospital, but you couldn't blame him, you knew he was worried. that was the only reason you were there, actually. you were sure there was nothing wrong, you could feel it it was only temporary, probably just something you ate, but you were doing this for him, to make him feel at ease.

he only left after putting you in one of the beds, as if you were so weak you couldn't walk or sit. taking one of the hospitals beds was ridiculous, but the place was nearly empty anyway, people seemed to avoid hospitals during the holidays.

the holidays.

you couldn't help but smile at the memory of your first holiday with kakashi, when he asked you to be his girlfriend under a mistletoe, and exactly a year later he proposed. you had had a crush on him for months before he actually made a move, and now there you were, six years later, married and happy. you wondered if he remembered, now that he was all busy with the hokage job. you couldn't blame him if he didn't, he was working late on christmas eve, he had a lot going on... but at least he would be yours tomorrow. all yours.

"hi, y/n!" sakura greeted you.

"hi, sakura."

sakura was wearing a santa hat and there were tiny reindeers and christmas trees on her scrub.

"i heard you're not feeling well today. what's wrong?" she asked, holding a clipboard, ready to write down everything and anything you said.

"it's really nothing, kakashi's just being dramatic..."

"well, you're already here, we can check it out, it's no trouble. so, what are you feeling?"

"well, the main thing is this sickness, my stomach feels so weird i can't eat anything, i just throw up right away."

"hm... what else?"

"well, this is what concerns kakashi the most, but i also feel tired all the time, you know? it's like i ran a marathon, i just want to sleep."

"ok, so basically you're throwing up, feeling nauseous, can't eat and feel super tired?"

"yeah, that's basically it."

"okay, and when was your last period?"

"shit, i have no idea... my cycle is not really regular... i have pos, i take the pill but it doesn't really help with the cycle, sometimes it's 20 days, but sometimes it's like 45, so i don't really pay attention to it. i should, i know, sorry. it also doesn't help that i take the same pill since forever."

"okay... did you take any medication lately?"

"oh, god... nothing special, just the occasional aspirin. but i did have to take antibiotics for my throat a while ago ago, but it was nothing serious."

"okay..." sakura was writing everything down and had a little smile on her face. "question: is the sickness worse in the morning, like right after you wake up?"

"yes! why is that?"

sakura smiled and kept writing down your symptoms.

"so, do you know what's wrong? it's really nothing, right? probably just something i ate?" you asked, hopeful.

"well, in a way, yes." she giggled, but you didn't understand why. "come on, i need to take your blood and run a few tests in order to be 100% sure."

ugh, needles.

your body shivered at the idea, you absolutely hated needles, but what were you going to do? you were at the hospital anyway, might as well do everything. you were sure sakura had a pretty good idea of what was wrong with you, so if she wants you to take a blood test, you will take a blood test... that somehow made you feel quite anxious. if sakura wanted you to take a blood test, and she had an idea of what was going on, then maybe it was not "nothing", or simply something you ate. the idea of it being something serious caused panic to wash over you.

sakura was very skilled, she took your blood quickly, you almost didn't feel a thing and you were so so thankful for that.

"can you tell me what do you think it is?" the panic in your voice was obvious.

"we better wait for the results, but don't worry, it's nothing bad, i promise." she replied, tagging the blood bottles.

you nodded, looking at the perfectly painted white wall. nothing bad... as if something good was an option. in hospitals. haha.

"so, because it's christmas eve we're really short on people and the results may take a while, but you can go home if you want. i know you hate hospitals, it'll only make you anxious staying here... i'll send the results to kakashi."

"really? thank you!"

"yes, just make sure you rest, get some sleep and drink loads of water, ok? and try to eat something. a fruit, a glass of milk, anything is better than nothing, your body needs it." she recommended.

"okay, doc."

sakura smiled and touched your arm.

"and don't worry, everything's okay. i'll ask konohamaru to take you home."

"oh no, don't worry, i'm ok, i can go by myself."

"it's no trouble, he's got nothing better to do. besides, kakashi would kill me if he found out i let you leave alone."

that was true and there was no doubt. kakashi was overprotective - it would be ridiculous if it wasn't somehow sweet.

konohamaru walked you home taking very seriously the mission of taking the hokage's wife home in safety, it was adorable.

as soon as you got home you boiled water to make a cup of tea and tried to keep your mind free of worries, but it was difficult. sakura's questions brought up a fear you were working really hard to ignore, specially because it matched your symptoms, but it couldn't be true, it just couldn't. not with you.

you snuggled up on the couch with your cup of tea and turned on the tv to try and distract your mind.

.・ ✧。.・゜✧・.

kakashi was finishing signing a huge pile of documents when sakura entered the office.

"hi, kakashi sensei!"

"hey, pink hair! i hope you didn't come here to deliver bad news... how's y/n? or did you come to talk about something else?"

"i brought her blood test results."

"is she ok? please, tell me she's ok!"

"she's ok, sensei!" sakura smiled. "she's home, that's why i'm giving the results to you."

kakashi took the envelope from sakura's hands, but didn't open it, instead waited for her to say what was really written in that piece of paper. he was trying to hide the fact that he was anxious and worried, but a bit calmer now that he knew you were home - if you were home it meant you didn't have to stay at the hospital, so it was nothing too serious.

"so?" he asked when sakura didn't speak.

"congrats, sensei, you're going to be a father!"

sakura couldn't hide her excitement, she believed children were a blessing and she was so happy her beloved sensei was going to be a father! being one of his genins she knew he would be an amazing father. kakashi, on the other hand, was frozen, still holding the envelope, not even blinking.

"sensei... are you... ok?"

"she's... pregnant?"

"yes!" sakura confirmed, smiling. "isn't that wonderful?"

"are you sure?!"

"yes! look at the results, she's around five or six weeks in!"

kakashi still seemed really confused, as if sakura had said that the sky is in fact green.

"how is that possible? you're not lying to me, are you?"

"no! see, she takes the pill, but antibiotics cut the effect of the pill, i don't think she was aware of that."

kakashi was so shocked he didn't reply, still trying to process the information, envelope in hands.

"sensei... is everything okay?"

"yes, of course!" he gave her his signature smile, his eyes becoming little crescent moons.

"i have to get back to the hospital... tell y/n i want to talk to her asap, we need to run other tests, start the antenatal check up, see if everything's okay, if she'd like to keep it..."

kakashi nodded, but he didn't seem to have listened to her, so she left and went back to the hospital. it took kakashi a while to fully process the new information, he was caught so off guard. after a few minutes he left the hokage tower telling shizune he had to rush home and not stopping to hear her complain about how late they already were with things.

.・ ✧。.・゜✧・.

"y/n!"

you woke up with a little jump when you heard kakashi call your name, realizing you had fallen asleep on the couch, the empty cup of tea on the floor. at least it didn't break.

"y/n!" kakashi called again.

"in the living room!"

three seconds later kakashi appeared with an envelope and a box in hands, almost running towards you.

"how are you? are you feeling better?" he asked, hands cupping your face, eyes analyzing every millimeter of your skin.

"i'm ok, i'm better. i told you i only needed to eat something. and sleep apparently. i'm better, there's no need to worry. is this the test results?"

"yes."

you reached out to the envelope, but kakashi didn't let you touch it. weird.

"well? can i please see it?" you asked, sarcastically.

kakashi shook his head, then sat by your side.

"i'd like to talk to you first" he said.

"you're acting weird... are the results bad? am i sick? what is it?"

"you're fine."

you raised an eyebrow, not believing him. your heart was beating fast, and you started to feel a little anxious with the idea that something was, in fact, wrong. maybe you really were sick.

"if i'm fine, then why you don't want me to see the results?"

he handed you the box, which you accepted suspiciously. you untied the ribbon and opened it up, seeing a pair of tiny tiny socks inside it. your heart skipped a beat.

"uh... what's this?"

"y/n, you're pregnant."

the words hit you and made the room spin. you dropped the box and time stopped while your mind tried to process the information. that's exactly what had crossed your mind at the hospital, but you were too afraid to even consider it. it might have been seconds or minutes before you looked back to kakashi.

"i'm sorry... what?!"

"you're pregnant." kakashi said the words very carefully, seeing how you received the new.

"no... no, it doesn't make sense. let me see this!"

you finally took the envelope from kakashi's hand and opened it up, taking a quick look at the numbers and then seeing the high number on hcg hormone.

there was probably a question mark tattooed on your face, because you were so confused. it just didn't make sense! you took the pill and, even without the pill the chances of you getting pregnant were lower than average because of pos... at least that's what the doctor said when you you were diagnosed. it didn't add up.

"you see, apparently antibiotics cut the effect of the pill."

antibiotics! of course!

"oh!"

you closed your eyes when it all started to make sense. the sickness, the mood swings, the sleepiness... you touched your stomach unconsciously, the sudden awareness that there was a life evolving there was mindblowing. your eyes burned and you started to blink to contain the tears.

"i'm sorry..." you said with a weak voice, trying to contain the scream in your throat.

the tears fell from your eyes nonetheless and you felt ridiculous. you had one job! and now it was all ruined. kakashi and you never really talked about having kids, but you could tell from the way he talked about his father that he was scared, probably terrified at the idea of traumatizing someone same way his father did. he loved his genins, he really did, and he was some sort of father to them, he'd go to hell and back for them, but that was different. he had already lost so many people, he didn't want to go through the pain of losing a loved one again - you were the only exception, the only one he had let in, the only one who was worth it enough to risk it, but that was it. and it's not like you were dying to be a mother - sure, you loved children and the idea of a mini kakashi running around the house made your heart feel warm, a little package of love, the result of how much you and kakashi loved each other, the chance to make it right, the way your parents hadn't... but to be honest the idea of being responsible for a life scared the shit out of you.

"you're sorry?" kakashi chuckled.

you nodded, the tears never stop falling.

"i'm sorry i was so stupid, i know you don't want to be a father... i'm sorry i don't know what to do!"

it was getting harder to speak and impossible to contain the tears. kakashi pulled you in to his chest and kissed the top of your head.

"honey, we're in this together. it's ok, you're ok."

he kept repeating you were okay, massaging your back while you held on his shirt for dear life and tried to pull yourself together.

finally, a few minutes later, you felt calmer. kakashi pulled your chin up to look at you. you could tell he was smiling under the mask.

"you're right, i didn't want to be a father. past tense. that was before you. you can't imagine how happy i am, how full i feel!"

"really?"

"honey, i love you! nothing could make me happier than starting a family with you!"

the tears came again, but this time it was because you felt incredibly happy and emotional. yes, it felt like you were all over the place.

"oh no, what's wrong?" kakashi asked, wiping away your tears.

your answer was to hold him tight and plant a kiss on his neck, which made him smile.

"so it's safe to say you also want a family with me?"

"of course i do!" you told him.

kakashi ran his fingers through your hair, something he knew made you feel calm and safe while in his arms and you two just stayed there for a while.

finally, when you were almost asleep he asked:

"what do you think it is? a boy or a girl?"

"hm... i think it's a boy. a silver haired boy that looks just like you and will annoy the hell out of me just like you do. i just know you two will be full of shenanigans."

"what if it's a girl? a beautiful lovely girl just like you that will be the center of my world just like you are. too clever for her own good, will always be on your side, even when she knows you're wrong."

you giggled, painting the picture in your head.

"what if we have twins? a boy and a girl." you asked, intertwining your fingers with his.

"then we're lost. completely. they would destroy the house while we'd watch in awe."

"i bet they would destroy the whole village, and no one would dare to stop them because they're the hokage's kids. they'd be little terrorists."

"oh yes, i can already picture them... shit, i'll have to hide my books."

"and the dogs, oh god... the house will be a complete mess 24/7!"

kakashi laughed.

"i can't wait for them to be here, i wanna hold 'em and smell their tiny head..."

"i have to say that the way you're so excited to be a father it's so hot and if i weren't already pregnant i'd ask you to put a baby in me right now."

"shit, i love you" he said, before pulling the mask down and kissing you passionately.

you weren't sure how it happened, but you were suddenly beneath him, your fingers pulling his hair while he kissed your neck. now that you knew you were pregnant you could blame it on the hormones, even though you knew that the truth was that, when it came to your husband, you were insatiable.

"thank you for the greatest christmas gift of my life." he whispered between kisses on your lips.

"the gift is not over yet. pants off, hatake."

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how could you be so stupid and fall for him? oh god, the trouble! you should know better than that, honestly! loid never even touched you if you weren't in public. sure, you two talked a lot at home, and he was really sweet, and a great father, but you should know better than that.

but then again... can you really control these things?

the best you could do now was to keep pretending everything was fine, normal as usual and ignore how badly you wanted to run your fingers through his hair and kiss his entire body.

sigh.

you took another sip of wine from your glass and watched as the group of men laughed at something loid said. you didn't hear, but it was probably really funny and charming - loid himself was funny and charming. more charming than funny. and handsome. god, was he handsome! you tighten your grip on the glass and finished it in one last gulp as if you could drown these thoughts on wine and make everything ok, but you knew that wouldn't happen. so you put the glass down, determined to not drink anymore because that was your second glass and you could not give the impression of having a drinking problem - specially at the people from anya's school. you had to look cultured, funny, smart, the greatest mother ever - you know, the job loid hired you to do.

fucking perfect loid forger.

"what is a pretty lady like you doing all alone?"

you lifted your eyes to find a man next to you, the same man you notice that had been watching you from the moment you entered the place with loid two hours ago in what was supposed to be a fun party for the parents of the school, to forget the responsabilties a little and have fun, but it was obviously just an excuse for people to judge each other beyond their parenting skills. loid insisted you went, so of course you did. you left anya with a baby sitter, put on one of the many beautiful dresses loid bought you and your best smile, and you were ready to go. you hated socials and being around shallow and superficial rich people who never had to work hard for anything in their lives, but you tried. for anya, you tried. for loid. and he was perfect at it. you know he told you he didn't like them any better than you did yourself, but he was a better actor.

"well, kind sir, i'm waiting for my husband to remember i came with him tonight, but he seems to be really into those gentlemen." you laughed at your own horrible joke.

"oh, so you are married."

"well, yeah! isn't everybody in this room?"

"not everybody. i'm sam, by the way. widow. nice to meet you."

"oh, i'm sorry! i didn't-"

"it's ok, it was a long time ago."

"i'm sorry anyway. it must be... hard. for your child specially."

"it was, in the beginning. things are better now."

"i'm glad to know. how old is your...?"

"daughter. her name is camilla. she's six."

"so is my anya." you smiled. "my husband's ex-wife passed away too... he raised his daughter by himself for a while."

"until he found you, i imagine. lucky him."

sam couldn't seem to take his eyes off of you, and you felt your cheeks burn a little, which you tried to hide by fixing your bangs.

"have you been married for a long time?" he asked, when the silence was too long.

"no, erm, for about four months i think."

"only four months? and he's already leaving you all alone at parties to hang out with his friends?"

"no, it's not like that, he-"

"all i know is that if you were my wife i would never leave you alone."

his gaze was intense and you felt breathless for a second. maybe you could have that - a normal life, with a real husband, and not just pretend. someone who found you attractive and would take you on dates not only to make people believe you loved each other, but because you actually did. but... where were guys like sam when you needed a boyfriend so that your brother would relax, knowing that you wouldn't die alone, or so that those mean women from work would shut up about how weird and unloveable you were?

"y/n."

it was loid's voice. your eyes met his blue gaze immediately, clearing your head. you felt your cheeks burn a little as your heart beat strongly in your chest. you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel guilty, almost as if loid caught you doing something extremely wrong.

"loid, hi!"

loid smiled charmingly, putting his eyes on the man standing beside you.

"hi, nice to meet you. i'm loid, the husband. and you are?" he introduced himself extending his hand to sam, emphasizing the word husband.

"i'm sam, the friend. glad to meet ya." sam joked, in the same tone loid used.

you laughed a little at the joke, and loid's eyes didn't miss that.

"are you ready to go, darling?" loid asked, offering you his arm, that you accepted.

"yes! sam, it was nice meeting you."

"you too, y/n. hopefully we get to see more of each other soon enough."

loid's arm was wrapped around your waist now, but you still smiled and nodded.

he guided you to the car in silence, opened the door for you in silence, and drove all the way to your house in silence. you turned on the radio to fill the uncomfortable silence. loid didn't usually like music on, but he didn't seem to bother today. you didn't dare to say a single word until you stepped inside the house.

"my feet are killing me!" you took off your heels the moment loid closed the door behind you. "you'd think these expensive shoes would be more comfortable."

you went straight to anya's bedroom while loid paid and dismissed the sitter. she was sleeping peacefully, hugging director chimera, not a care in the world. you tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead before making your way to your bedroom. as you grabbed the things you would need for a good shower before bed, loid came in, leaning on your door step.

"did you have fun tonight?" he asked.

"i suppose. though i can't really find these things entertaining. boring music, bad food, shallow people..."

"you seemed to like that sam guy. i saw you laughing a couple times."

"he's alright i guess. did you have fun?"

loid didn't answer, what made you look at him.

"he's alright?" he asked.

"i mean... we didn't get much time to talk, so i don't really have an opinion. i guess we'll have to wait and see."

"oh, so you plan on spending more time with him?"

ooh, that sounded like a tricky question. loid took two steps in your direction while waiting for your answer.

"no?" you tried. "i shouldn't? his daughter is the same age as anya, we'll probably see him a few more times. it may be nice to have a good relationship with him, just in case they become friends..."

"you're probably right."

there it was, that awkward silence again. you drew your attention back to the towel in your hands, but when you opened your mouth to tell loid you were going to take a shower he cut you off.

"you know, i don't care if you feel the need to flirt with other guys, just don't do it in places where people believe we're married. we have a reputation and image to protect. for anya."

"i know, i don't- oh!"

suddenly it hit you: loid was mad because he thought you were flirting with sam. but you weren't! right? or were you?

"i wasn't flirting."

"you obviously were! it was really embarrassing to see my wife melting for another man like that, when i was two feet away the whole time."

"that wasn't flirting! he was nice, he noticed i was alone and-"

"you weren't alone. i would never leave you alone."

"well, you weren't talking to me..." you muttered low enough so only you could hear it.

"what?"

"it's fine, loid. i'm sorry! maybe i gave him the wrong idea, and i'm sorry it seemed like i was flirting with him, i wasn't. it wasn't my intention. i could never do that to Anya."

"y/n..." he said your name like it was a warning.

"and i'll make sure you're not around when i feel like flirting with someone."

before you could laugh at your own joke loid grabbed you by the arm and pulled you so close you had to look up to see him. he was furious - you could tell by the flames dancing in his eyes and the way his eyebrows almost met each other.

"it was a joke, i'm sorry!"

"i don't wanna hear it! you can't flirt with anyone besides me. i am your husband!"

"f-fake husband." you corrected, trying to lighten to mood, but completely out of timing.

"i have a paper that states otherwise. and the ring on your finger. you're my wife. my. wife."

you closed your eyes at the sound of those words, your whole body suddenly aware of how close loid was. when you opened them again loid had a confused expression on his face.

"yes. yes, i am, loid. i'm sorry, i really am."

loid's eyes wandered through your face, lingering on your parted lips more than he should, then back at your eyes.

"i am your husband." he repeated.

you simply nodded, not knowing exactly how to act. this was so unlike him. but you'd be lying if you said you weren't quite enjoying it - he was so close you felt inebriated by him. all you had to do was lean forward, at the tip of your toes and your lips would meet.

"please... please, don't flirt with anyone else."

you nodded again feeling your stomach agitated and getting your hopes ridiculously high with his words before you could even think about it rationally. he was probably asking you to not flirt with anyone because someone could see and that would ruin the image you've worked so hard to build, but maybe, just maybe... maybe he was jealous. maybe a little part of loid did thought of you as his wife and that's why he would hate if you flirted with other people. just maybe, but that was enough to make your heart race on your chest.

"i can't take it anymore, y/n. i can't."

what is it that he couldn't take it anymore? you? the fake marriage? anxiety washed over you while your mind raced through your memories trying to find where you could've gone wrong besides today, when he thought you were flirting with a complete stranger, but you couldn't find anything. maybe you really were unloveable, and that's why the only man who ever agreed to be with you only did it because he was desperate for a woman to pretend to be his wife to get his daughter in that fancy school, but even in that situation he couldn't stand you. you lived your whole life giving excuses as to why you were alone - your work, your brother, how shy you were, other priorities - but maybe it really was because no one wanted you.

"i-i'm really sorry, i promise i'll-"

"i love you." loid confessed.

his voice was so low and he spoke so fast you could've just imagined. you felt your cheeks burn and your heart seemed to want to get out of your chest. loid loosened his grip in your wrist and took a step back.

"i've loved you for some time now, you're all i can think about. it's maddening and i don't understand it, but i want to be close to you at all times. i can't pretend i don't care anymore and simply watch as other man hit on you when the mere thought of someone else holding you makes my whole body shivers. i can't be in the same room as you without wanting to take you in my arms."

loid's eyes never left yours, so he noticed when you froze. he thought you were panicking, completely terrified. you were panicking, alright, but definitely not terrified. you just didn't know how to act, what to say, what to do. loid took his eyes off of you and focused on the door.

"now i understand if you don't feel the same and want to leave, which is completely fine. we can figure out what to do with anya and the school, and your brother of course. i really didn't think this through, i wasn't counting on losing it today."

"loid, i-i love you."

loid looked back at you instantly, turning his body in your direction.

"you do?"

"yes!" you laughed. "i thought it was obvious because anya knows! i felt so pathetic. this wasn't part of the deal."

"no, it wasn't."

loid made his way back to you and stopped when he was close enough to touch, but far enough to give you space and an option in case you didn't want him that close. now that you both confessed your love it seemed you didn't know how to act with each other anymore, it felt a little awkward, but probably because you were so nervous.

"i'm going to kiss you now." he warned you.

"o-okay!"

"i may be terrible at it." he confessed. loid hasn't kissed many people in his life, he can actually count how many on one hand, and all of them were strictly for missions, never because he intended to. this was all new to him.

"okay."

loid examined your face to make sure you were comfortable, and leaned forward, touching your lips with his. you felt energized, as if his lips released an electrical discharge through your body, and you wanted more. you wanted to be completely taken and filled by him, needed to feel him everywhere. your hands moved on their own to his shoulders and you pulled yourself closer to him. loid's tongue shyly brushed against your lips before you opened them and allowed his tongue to caress yours. a soft moan escaped you, which made him smile - apparently he was a good kisser after all. his hands cupped each side of your face as he deepened the kiss, then traveled down the sides of your body, landing on your waist and he pulled you impossibly close, fingers indenting their shape on your skin.

"mama..." anya called from her room.

loid broke the kiss, but didn't let go of you, instead resting his forehead on yours while you both panted.

"she'll go back to sleep, i'm sure." he only hoped he was right.

"she's been having bad nightmar-"

loid's lips captured yours in a passionate kiss before you could finish your sentence, only letting you breathe when anya called again.

"i better go see if she's ok." you said, collecting your hands for yourself.

"yes."

he kissed your forehead and finally let you go. when your feet reached the doorstep, before you left to anya's room he called your name, making you look back at him.

"stay with me tonight. i'll wait for you in my bedroom."

"okay." you replied with a smile.

"but you don't have to go, there's no pressure. i just want to be close to you, nothing else."

"it's ok. i'll see you soon."

you swear you heard him chuckle before you left.

so you entered the room of your daughter to make sure she was okay before meeting your husband in his room. life can be really wonderful sometimes.

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♡ ITACHI ♡

love language: acts of service.

✧ itachi's way of showing you he loves is by doing things to you - if it depended on him you would never lift a finger. if you complain about something that's been worrying you, consider it solved. he will go out of his way to make sure every thing in your life is how it should be. most times he doesn't even tell you, because he doesn't make a big deal of it, it's just... the way he is. but it surprises you everytime. you get home after a stressful day and there's an amazing dinner waiting for you and a hot bubble bath with your name on it, you can't remember the last time you stopped by a gas station because itachi takes care of that. he likes to make sure you never run out of your favorite things. that's how he shows his love - by taking care of you.

♡ OBITO ♡

love language: physical touch

✧ obito's way of showing you he loves you is by touching you all the time. we all know he's touch starved, that's not a surprise. he will always have an arm around you, and when he can't, he will hold your hand, or at least make sure you're close enough so your arms are touching. he feels safer when you're around and it's almost as if you're his energy source - he has to be touching you so his body receives the energy you give him. it's so weird how sometimes he just comes home completely drained and just takes you to bed, and after a while cuddling it's like he's alive again. he needs kisses to properly start the day, and he needs to be holding you in order to sleep. you can try to escape his arms during the night, but he'll pull you right back in a heartbeat. you belong there.

♡ NARUTO ♡

love language: words of affirmation

✧ naruto's way of showing you he loves you is by complimenting every single thing you do, and making sure you know how amazing you are. it would be annoying if he wasn't so sweet. he really believes you are the best, he's just so adorable! you are nothing less than perfect in his eyes, you can do no wrong, and even if you did it was purely with the solely intent of doing the right thing. and he will take no criticisms, specially from you. you are the best, and he needs you to know and accept that. worst (or best) part is that he really believes everything he tells you - so you really are the best at everything you do. everything. he also makes sure you feel appreciated, because he appreciates everything you do for him, even if it's giving him a cup of tea before bed. his heart is filled with love for you and it's overflowing.

♡ DEIDARA ♡

love language: giving gifts (i know it's actually receiving gifts, but give me poetic license, please)

✧ deidara's way of showing you he loves you is by giving you gifts, and by gifts i mean his art. he's not the best with words, and he can be very annoying, but every now and then you will find little sculptures symbolizing memories of you two in unexpected places - the pocket of your coat, the bathroom cabinets, inside the towels in your wardrobe, by your side on the bed after you wake up from a nap. he's not really good at showing you how he feels, but he can be really sweet when he wants to. specially when he knows he messed up and you're probably upset. he won't talk about it tho, he'll just show up later as if nothing has happened and will leave if you mention it. poor boy can't handle his feelings, he's learning.

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🎁 at first when you arrive he feels a little awkward, shy and quiet, but as the night goes by, he starts to feel more comfortable and at ease.

🎁 your grandma falls in love with him the second she sets her eyes on him - he brought her flowers, but she was already in love before that. she's in awe of everything he says or do. she starts to refer to him as "prince charming", which is exactly how she refers to your grandfather, even after he passed away. that's a very good sign, and it makes you really happy.

🎁 at first your mother is shocked at how handsome he is, and for a while that's all she can focus on - part of her wonders how a man like him ended up with a girl like you, but she tries to not let it show (it's not that she thinks you don't deserve to be happy, she loves you, in her own way, but she does, it's just that she's very hard on you, specially because of your weight because she was bullied into losing weight by her husband, so she unconsciously believes that big people are not worthy of love).

🎁 kakashi rarely leaves your side, always keeps an arm around you - except when you go help your mother setting the table and finish the food.

🎁 when you're busy he sits and talks with your cousins, that are like your little brothers and want to know him and see if he's worthy of you, and not just a player - they end up thinking he's amazing. i mean, he's charming, handsome, funny, charisma king, it's impossible not to love him.

🎁 your family has secret santa every single year, and it's always incredibly fun, funny and messed up. you asked him to join this year, but because it was his first christmas there, he wanted to let everyone feel more comfortable with him before taking part in your traditions. you get a self help book from your aunt because she thinks you could really use it - it's sweet in a strange way.

🎁 you sing on the karaoke, dance a little to the loud noisy music your sister chose (the ones that remind you of your childhood make you scream like crazy with her) and play every stupid game your mom comes up with to make everyone interact more - AND YOU WIN! not all of them, but like, most of them, and it's all kakashi's fault because he's amazing at everything.

🎁 you, your aunts and your mom try to make him drink more, but all he has is a glass of wine.

🎁 of course your mom ends up making a horrible comment about how big you are, and that your dress didn't fit well and that you should lose weight, take care of yourself, specially now that you had a handsome boyfriend - kakashi hears when she's talking to you, and he doesn't want to be rude, so he shows up hugging you and saying he thinks you look perfect.

🎁 towards the end of the night when everybody's already half drunk your aunt approaches you and says something about how handsome kakashi is, and how happy she is for you, because you look visibly light, happier and better. it's really sweet.

🎁 your mother makes sure kakashi are at least a little of everything and invites over for the weekend. you tell her you have other plans, she ignores you and says she'd love if he could make it.

🎁 on the way home you talk about the night, the food and your family and he tells you he loved everyone, specially your grandmother and your cousins. and he really did. because he didn't have any family anymore, he had forgotten how crazy and lovely it can be, and today specially he felt like he belonged somewhere - to you and your family. now they were like his family too, with their flaws and everything, they made him feel part of them. and that made his heart warm.

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🗡️ best friend itachi who related to you, because your worst fear was letting people down and itachi knew how that felt, so he figured he would help at least one of the two of you.

🗡️ best friend itachi who knew you better than anyone, who saw you like you really were, and not who you tried to be. he knew that people had a tendency to like you not only because you were fun and nice, but because you had a tendency of annulating yourself to favour others, so you always ended up doing things you didn't actually wanted to, just to please everyone else.

🗡️ best friend itachi who would answer questions for you before you even had a chance to speak, and ended up saving you from a lot of activities you didn't want to do and get togethers you didn't want to go - which is why he did it in the first place. to save you. realizing that your friends didn't stop to like you whenever itachi said no for you helped you gain the confidence you needed to eventually say no for yourself.

🗡️ best friend itachi who got really invested into taking care of you and making sure you were always comfortable and safe - which you were, whenever he was around. you didn't need to worry about anything when itachi was there.

🗡️ best friend itachi who only wanted the best for you, so he would encourage you to go on dates with nice guys because you deserved love, so you went on dates with nice guys, despite the fact that the only nice guy you wanted to go out with was him. itachi wasn't available, he had his hand full with his family shit, and besides, he didn't see you like that.

🗡️ best friend itachi who didn't realize he had strong feelings for you until he went to pick you up at a restaurant after a date and found you laughing and touching the other guy's arm - it made him really uncomfortable and mad. he didn't talk to you the whole walk to your house.

🗡️ best friend itachi who hid his feeling so well, they would never see the light of day again - except they did. every day. every time you were around. he convinced himself it wasn't fair to you - he couldn't be with you, so it wasn't fair telling you he loved you when you could happily live without knowing and find love somewhere else.

🗡️ doesn't mean he didn't feel jealous, making sure you knew he was the one who knew you better than yourself and no one else ever would know you like he did, and also making sure the nice guys knew where they stand - right beneath him in your list of priorities.

🗡️ best friend itachi who felt his heart ache when you told him one of the nice guys asked you to be his girlfriend and you said yes.

🗡️ best friend itachi who saw right through you, so he knew what you really meant, no matter what you were saying. so he knew you didn't really want to date said nice guy, but you thought you should. and that was the first time he let you do something he didn't want you to and also could see you didn't want to - maybe it was for the best, maybe then you'd have someone to take care of you and he could slowly disappear of your life and just watch you from afar.

🗡️ best friend itachi who eventually stopped answering your calls and ignored your texts, and let you go to his house to discover he had left the village.

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