#historicfailure

[historicfailure]

You just want to continue to work without being disturbed. Is that too much to ask for? Apparently, as Kakashi didn't get the memo.

~ X ~

Hey! Sorry for the longer wait for this chapter. Took me a bit as work really fucked me over. But now the fic can go on, and I try to be more punctual with the future updates ^^

~ X ~

Honestly, you didn’t expect too much to change. Even with all the new knowledge revealed, what really would stop Kakashi from continuing his bullying, just a bit more low-key? Especially as he never apologized. But when you arrived the next Monday at work, you couldn’t help but pause as you spotted Kakashi standing in the entrance at the lowest level. He looked just as comfortably lazy as always, black joggers with a dark gray shirt and a wide, loose cardigan reaching nearly to his knees in a soft, marine-blue cotton. He was looking at his phone, mindlessly scrolling, but in his other hand was a drink carrier made out of a carton with two drinks. 

When you stepped inside, Kakashi looked up at the sound of the door opening. In an instant, his body straightened, and he pushed his phone into the back pocket of his jeans. 

You paused for a second, only to readjust the strap of your bag over your shoulder and stepped closer. “Good morning.”

“Morning.” As you brushed past him, Kakashi turned and fell into the same speed as you, effectively making it look like you two arrived at the same time. Honestly, you didn’t want to speak with him first thing in the morning, when an entire day of having to argue with the man still ahead of you. 

At the end of the entrance area, past the desk with the flirtatious secretary, who looked way too sad when Kakashi passed by her without batting an eyelash, you pressed the button to call the elevator. You refused to look at him, even though you were overly aware of his presence and the fact that he was looking at you. Right, maybe not “looking” per se, but he threw glances at you from time to time, which was enough to unnerve you already.

Still, you didn’t react, just stared at the display calling the floor numbers. As soon as the elevator arrived and the doors sprung open, you stepped past the man inside the small cabin. Kakashi followed, at a much more relaxed and lax pace than yours.

Before you could react, he pressed the button to your floor, as well as the “Close Door” button. The doors slid close just a few seconds later, which left you alone with Kakashi. You merely stared at the display of numbers, breathing out a little sigh of relief when the lights sprung from floor to floor, signaling the end of your uncomfortable stay inside a small space with him.

Suddenly, you looked at the two containers of hot beverages, both imprinted with the logo of a nearby coffee house. 

“Coffee?” Kakashi asked, matter-of-factly. 

You considered for a moment. Was this an honest effort on his part, or just another subtle attempt to fuck with you? But no, even against your better judgement, you reached over and accepted the coffee cup with a little nod and a weak “Thank you”. 

The man shrugged. “No problem. I hope I got it right.”

Cautiously, you took a little sip. And nearly groaned in relief. “No. I mean, yes, you got it right. This is perfect.”

“Good to know. So,” he stretched the single syllable into eternity, just right before the second the elevator dinged to indicate the two of you reached your floor, “can I bring you coffee from now on? From time to time?”

You considered again. Honestly, getting coffee at the start of the day was already a great offer. But was it worth it being so close to Kakashi then, taking something from him? Being indebted to the man in some kind of way? Hesitantly, you stepped out of the elevator, acutely aware of Kakashi still on your heels. 

“How much was the coffee? I pay you back.” You were already scrambling for your purse, but Kakashi stepped closer, his hand going up and stopping your every movement. “No need. Take it as another part of my peace offering.”

One of your eyebrows rose ever so slightly. “And the other times in the possible future?”

“That,” Kakashi shrugged, “you have to take up with future-me. You remember our meeting around 1?”

“Yes. I have all the data ready to go.”

“Good. See you then. And…” Kakashi paused for a second, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side. “Enjoy your coffee.”

With that, he brushed past you, leaving you with the cup of coffee, a whiff of his aftershave and lots of uncertainty inside your heart. What was he planning? Carefully, you took another sip from the cup, hummed under your breath, then turned towards your desk with a bit more vigor in your step. It didn’t matter, it was definitely time to get to work, now with an even bigger cloud hanging above your head. 

But before you sat down, you spotted one of the now well-known notes, this time neatly glued to the edge of your keyboard, so you wouldn’t miss it.

A little smile flashed over your face, but you didn’t immediately open the note. Instead, you let it rest there while dropping your bag, tentatively placing the cup of coffee on the table, then peeling yourself out of your jacket. At the same time, you greeted your colleagues around with short nods and small smiles, your eyes still flittering towards the note from time to time. Only when you properly sat at your desk, sure no one was looking or busy with their own work, you reached for the note.

I hope you have a good morning. Whenever I see you come in, it sure as hell is a good morning for me.

Short, precise, sweet. You could feel your face warming due to the words, though. Some would consider it creepy to be watched this closely, but somehow, as nothing else had happened - yet - you couldn’t help but be endeared by the mysterious note-writer. 

Somehow, this felt like an incredibly cheesy romance novel, the ones you kept hidden inside your nightstand and only read when you had time on the weekends. Gently, you folded the note back and placed it inside the drawer where you kept all the notes, for safe-keeping. 

One day, you maybe had the time and energy to actually find out whoever the note-writer was, but now, with the Akatsuki-campaign on your plate, there was not much energy left to care. For now, you could just enjoy the kindness from the enigma of a writer and take it as a little pick-me-up for the day.

~ X ~

The days passed by like this. Exactly like this, to be honest. You would arrive at work, where Kakashi waited in the lobby, always with a coffee at hand. While the two of you rode the elevator, there would be a little chit-chat or a quick talk about work, and when the doors opened, he would casually stroll towards his own desk in his little corner, meanwhile you would walk to your own desk and find a little note there. Always a little compliment, always a little observation which would make you smile, always something positive which could make your day a little bit brighter. You did your work, tried to stay afloat, then shut down your PC at the end of the day and went home. 

The rhythm was so strongly established that, when someone actually dared to interrupt that rhythm, it disrupted your entire day. But not negatively. Quite the opposite.

You were in the middle of scribbling a few notes into your weekly planner, trying to determine what task needed to be taken care of first thing tomorrow and which ones could wait a little bit longer, when a hand came down on your desk and rapped its knuckles on the surface.

Kakashi stood beside your desk. With an unusual white, crisp and clean shirt and a pair of dark jeans, as well as a leather bag slung over his shoulder, he still looked like he was ready to start the work day, not to end it, like you were. For a second, your eyes got caught at the hems of his rolled up sleeves, sitting in the crease of his elbows, before sliding up to his face and eyes. 

“Yes? What’s up?”

“The ceiling”, he immediately answered, making you chuckle weakly. Though, the laughter was short-lived as his attitude switched to a more serious tone. “Listen, we’re coming along fine with the project, but I want to make sure everything is perfect. Akatsuki is one of our most prestigious clients and the follow-up campaign has to be spotless. Would you mind meeting up for lunch tomorrow to go over the details?”

Inwardly, you groaned at the prospect of having to work through your lunch break, but you kind of understood. You also understood that Kakashi wanted to make sure everything was going well, especially with the data you provided as it was a vital key for the work he had already done. So, you nodded weakly, all the while moving out of your chair and slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Sure. Any café or restaurant in mind?”

“Your choice. I don’t have any specific likes or dislikes.” Abruptly, Kakashi turned away, but paused. “Just… I don’t like sweet things.”

“So, a specific dislike.”

“...Yes.”

“Right after you tell me that you have no particular dislikes.”

“Sorry. I kind of forgot?”

“That you have dislikes?”

“That I have to actually tell people about my dislikes and not act like everyone can read thoughts.”

That sentence sounded so clearly repetitive and studied, you just had to chuckle. Kakashi even overplayed his part: the slouched shoulders, a little pout, the tired eyes dropping even lower than before. Like he wanted to make himself as small as possible, all the while his entire posture portrayed how little he cared. Really, the image of a petulant schoolboy came to mind when one looked at him, and nothing else would fit him better. 

A week ago, you wouldn’t have laughed like this. No, you would have been frustrated at his careless attitude, annoyed even that he would joke around like this. Now, you were at least 50% sure it was a joke.

“Alright,” you said, “I get it. No sweets factory and no cake-exclusive café. Anything else?”

“No. That was literally it.” 

“Then see you tomorrow.”

Kakashi waved lazily over his shoulder. “Good work today. See you.”

Good work today. Coming from Kakashi, could you take it as a compliment? For a few seconds, you struggled, before your mouth spit out the first thing coming to your mind.

“Good work by you today, too!”

As he was already quite the distance away, your mouth apparently saw it necessary to speak louder than usual. Several heads turned to you, which made your face grow warm, but you tried to not let it affect you. With a small wave, you apologized to the still working members of your firm, who after a few seconds of silent bewilderment went back to their work. And Kakashi? He had turned around as well, a little smile on his face, one hand again up to lazily wave at you, the other still holding onto his bag. 

Good. Even though you humiliated yourself a bit, you managed to be nice to Kakashi. No big deal, moving on, and you should really try to find a nearby restaurant or café which would serve food for the both of you, all the while having big enough tables to potentially spread out some documents and one to two laptops. 

~ X ~

Honestly, you were surprised that such a place like this working café existed. Each table was wide enough for at least four people, more than enough for Kakashi and yourself, plus your working equipment. There were electrical outlets at the surrounding walls, and separated cubicles for some privacy from other people working there. The young woman at the counter who took your order seemed friendly, promising to deliver your ordered items to your table in a few minutes. The atmosphere was quite cozy, friendly and bright, with big windows which let in the sunlight but also the looks of other people. Though, no one on the sidewalk cared much, as Kakashi and you selected a table a bit further in the back. As you slid into the booth, dropping the bag with your laptop, phone and purse onto the table, you caught a glimpse of the man. 

He seemed to pause for a moment, your eyes meeting his for just a split second. His eyebrows rose a bit, but before you could notice more, you let your eyes fall back onto the table and slid completely into the booth. Kakashi followed after another brief pause, just on the side opposite to you. Like this, you could watch his hands carefully unclasping the thin fabric case of his tablet, a keyboard attached to it. He unfolded the tablet, securing it with the dark gray case to make it stand on the table like a normal laptop would, only for his eyes to meet yours again over the upper rim.

“So.”

“So,” you echoed back. While opening your laptop and typing in the password, you glanced at him. “What do you want to know, specifically?”

“Just the general state of you. How you’re doing, adjusting to the increasing workload, such stuff.”

“I’m… I’m alright.” Confused, you paused, hands twitching on the keyboard of your laptop. “Is this some weird check-up on me?”

“Pardon?”

“A weird check-up. Because of… I don’t know, you’re being way nicer to me than before, and you want to see how I’m doing all of a sudden? Is this meeting just a farce to see if I still have a grudge?”

“What? No, it isn’t.”

“Then why are you asking me those strange questions when you invite me to a work lunch?”

“Because that concerns work.” Kakashi looked at you like you suddenly went crazy. “You’re a new hire and Minato asked me to do an evaluation with you. He’s off to acquire a new customer, so he asked if I could jump in.”

“Oh.” Shit. That was bad news. Instantly, you felt your spine straighten out of instinct. Everything to make a better impression on someone who was impossible to impress, as far as you were aware of. But at least it wasn’t impossible to try, right?

One of Kakashi’s eyebrows rose. “Should I be concerned?” 

“About what?”

“The sudden rod you shoved right up your a… your spine.”

“You wanted to say something else there.”

“I did, but then I thought that my original comment could catch a sexual harassment case.” He smiled innocently, eyes curled and lips barely raised. But fuck, even though you were all of a sudden nervous and flustered, mildly annoyed by his words and tone, you could feel a single, lone yet terribly fluttery butterfly rise in your stomach. Fuck him and his good looks. 

“Anyway,” he shook his head slightly, still smiling as he did so, “no need to worry. I told him that even though we cleared the air between us, doing an evaluation on you would still be highly inappropriate. He wants to see you on Friday, 2pm sharp, in his office.”

“Oh my god. You’re… insufferable.” Breathlessly, you slumped again into your seat. “I think I have a heart attack.”

“If you die in your booth, I will say that it was an accident.”

“Of course, you will.”

“Do I hear some slight animosity? Yes, I’m pretty sure.”

“You’re-!”

Steps closed in, only to be quickly followed by a cheery voice, announcing: “Alright guys, I have your freshly brewed coffees, right here.” The cashier placed both cups swiftly on the table, with small spoons jingling slightly against the porcelain. “And I also have your hearty BLT-sandwich,” the plate with the sandwich was put into the middle of the table, only to be gently pushed into your direction, “as well as the egg-salad-sandwich.” 

Kakashi’s order was placed in front of him. One look at the waitress, and you had to hide a little annoyed snort under your breath. If those weren’t the biggest doe eyes you had ever seen, then you didn’t know what else was happening there. 

But Kakashi just smiled one of his usual lazy grins at her, not showing one bit if he noticed the admiration of the waitress or not. His eyes quickly returned to your face, with small creases around them telling you more than enough. 

“Do you even notice the stares,” you whispered when the waitress left, “and the lovey-dovey eyes anymore?”

He shrugged weakly as he reached for his coffee cup. “Sometimes.” 

“And?”

“And what?”

“Do you ever… react to it? In some kind of way?” 

Kakashi laughed weakly. “No matter how flattering that might be, I’m not interested.”

“Mhm.” You wanted to press further, now that he finally opened up a little bit and seemed just honest enough, but you also shouldn’t press your luck here. Besides, why did it matter anyway?  Kakashi was still an asshole — and you weren’t interested in him anyway. 

Your secret notewriter, however… 

Thankfully, it isn’t Kakashi.

With a low sigh, you pulled your sandwich closer. Even though the topic of the conversation wasn’t that appetizing, at least your food looked great. The BLT-sandwich was cut into neat triangles, slivers of the tomato, juicy yet slightly crispy bacon peeking through the green of the lettuce, just held into place by a pair of wooden skewers. Taking one bite, you sighed again, this time in deep satisfaction. Holy, this sandwich was just as delicious as it looked. 

Before you knew it, one half of the sandwich you had wolfed down, and you were ready to devour the other half too, before you realized who was sitting right in front of you. 

“What?” you asked, defiance tainting the words. “It’s good.”

 “I don’t doubt it.” 

“Then why are you looking…”

“Because that was probably the first time you let your guard down around me… for a sandwich.”

“Urgh, shut up.” 

“If you insist…” And really, Kakashi closed his mouth, reached over to his plate with the egg sandwich and inspected it. Then, after a moment of quiet consideration, he took it into his hands and took a single bite. 

To stare like this was a bit indecent. The tiniest bit. So, you turned your attention towards the laptop in front of you, pulling up some graphs and reports you had collected over the last few weeks. “Alright, I looked at the previous campaign you did for Akatsuki, what I think you wanted to achieve and who you were targeting. Also, I took a look at their goals, their customers then and their customers now.”

“Akatsuki turned from fresh newcomers to a big brand in a relatively short time.” Kakashi paused between bites, thinking for himself. “Their style in clothes changed quite a bit over the years since I worked with them.”

“Exactly. They went from creating smart clothing for any body shape to… catering a more well-paying crowd.”

“You don’t like their change.”

“True,” you admitted freely, “their Pain-series for home clothing was brilliant. The sweatpants changed my life.” That you could definitely not afford their newest line of clothing even though it looked visually appealing and comfortable at the same time, you didn’t have to add. 

“Right? Those are my first choice for home office days.” Kakashi chuckled to himself. “Also the paper crane-shirts.”

You sighed weakly. “Oh god, that is so true. Just really nice looking basics with special accommodations, so everyone can fit into them and, of course, pay for them.”

Kakashi nodded. “Designing a campaign for that line was a pleasure. Designing for this campaign though…”

No way. One of your eyebrows rose. Kakashi, admitting to having difficulties? Kakashi, just opening up to anything? Kakashi, actually willing to talk with you? 

He noticed, of course. Another bite, a closed-eyed smile, then he continued. “Their new line is… pretentious. They want a down-to-earth campaign, like I did for their breakthrough. But it was easy material to work with. Those clothes just don’t give me anything back.” He took another bite, chewed, then placed the sandwich on the plate. “I just don’t know how to tell them that they changed too much to be down-to-earth anymore.”

“Maybe I can help a bit there.” Your mouth was definitely faster than your brain, and definitely too fast for your own good. But the words dropped already from your lips like morning dew, and Kakashi’s entire attention focused on them.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Maybe… And that is a big “maybe” here,” you paused, breathed in and out, then continued, “if I can show them where the current market lies and that it would be stupid to insist on their previous image, we could turn it around.”

A hard task. Customer-related tasks were always hard, as some customers could be stupidly stubborn. You had seen it all: the most detailed, beautifully created marketing campaigns, pissed into the wind just because some rich dude believed to know better. But you had also seen the total opposite, people accepting marketing campaigns which ran totally against their imagination, but embracing them until they became a huge success. Everything was possible, and it was your job to make sure that it would become a success.

Kakashi nodded. “Alright. I can try to help as much as you want.”

“That would actually be really great.” And you meant it. As Kakashi managed the first campaign and had first-hand experience with the client, he could provide you with really sensitive intel. If he was really willing to work with you instead of against you, it would make things so much easier. Quickly, your fingers flew over the keyboard of your laptop, jotting down notes, so you could remember what needed to be done in the next few days. “Alright, do you still have contact with Akatsuki? If we have a direct in, they might be more willing to listen to us.”

“I know someone,” Kakashi said, “but we need a strong proposal to make this work. He’s… a bit uptight, but really smart and will be neutral, even work with us if he sees our point.”

“Great. If you can, contact him already. If we want this to work out, we need all the help we can get. Meanwhile, I will start to put together some questionnaires in order to gauge the market.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

As you continued to make plans with Kakashi’s input, you forgot about your previous inhibitions. The man proved you wrong so far, acted like he never held anything against you at all, even threw in helpful advice and comments. But that could just be to save his own skin: the Akatsuki campaign would be one of the biggest in his career, considering that his first campaign for them made them big in the first place. He showed everyone that he could make a brand big, but could he deliver once more? The infamous overhyping of a sequel, so true for movies, books and video games, and even more true for repeat performances. There must be a lot on the line for him, so of course, Kakashi had to make sure everyone was performing to the best of their abilities. Whatever he would deliver to his clients would reflect on himself and on Minato and Kushina, on his own creativity and their leadership skills. 

Measured at his usual work ethic, when it wasn’t compromised with some kind of childish dislike to his co-workers, he wanted to deliver. Kakashi wanted to show that he still had “it”, and was eager to prove himself. If not to his client, then probably to his parents.

And if he leaves me alone, then maybe…

Maybe you could still somehow work with him and prove yourself, too. 

A small smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you typed away, made plans and notes to yourself. A small sliver of hope, nothing else, but it was more than enough to keep you going — to keep you working with Kakashi as long as he didn’t return to his old ways.

Though, you definitely wouldn’t try to befriend him. Not after the shit he pulled, and not after forgetting to apologize for it.

#kakashi x reader #kakashi x you #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi hatake x #kakashi hatake x reader insert #kakashi hatake x self insert #hatake kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi x reader insert #hatake kakashi x self insert #hatake kakashi #kakashi hatake #kakashi #reader #reader insert #self insert #office au #modern au #also on ao3 #historicfailure #freakypseudwriter #kakashi headc #kakashi scenario #naruto fanfiction #naruto fandom #naruto shippuuden

[lemony-snickers]

FMK

Orochimaru - Jiraiya - Tsunade

Involving Kakashi would be too easy ;D

oooooooooooooofffffffffffffffff.

this is. uh. this is actually really difficult? sa;dlfjkasdf i once wrote a smutty orochimaru thing don't look at me.

Marry - Tsunade. Easy. Sure she's a degenerate gambler, but we could get tipsy & into (and then hopefully out of) trouble together. I'd never expect to fill the void Dan left in her life, but I think we could make each other relatively happy. Plus she's a fucking bombshell.

Fuck - O... Oro? ;asldkfjasl;dfj Idk man, there's something about deeply fucked up inviduals where you know the sex is probably great even if you're gonna hate yourself afterward. I wish I could Fuck & Kill them, you know? And like, the tongue y'aaaallll I'm so sorry.

Kill - Jiraiya. Stop taking out all your weird broken heartedness about Tsunade on unsuspecting young women, it's gross. Plus he dies anyway so I'm not really mucking up canon too badly as;dlfjkasd;lfkj asdf (I don't like hate Jiriaya or anything, I know he's just fulfilling a trope but you know.)

#pillowfort friday <3 #historicfailure #tw suggestive #tw alcohol #tw death

[biographiness]

On April 17, from Columbus’ contract to Apollo 13’s safe return, today’s history is a tapestry of courage, setbacks, and triumphs.🌍🚀

Follow👉 @biographiness

#Biographiness #Biograghines #TodayInHistory #TIH #onthisday #OTD #HistoryEvents #DailyHistory #HistoryFacts #April17 #HistoryMatters #History #Exploration #TriumphOverAdversity #NewWorld #AdventureBegins #Discovery #BayOfPigs #Cuba #HistoricFailures #CIA #Apollo13 #SpaceMission #MoonLanding #SafeReturn #SpaceHistory

[fanfic-share]

Kakashi Hatake x Reader Recommendation

Just finished reading this whole story and it is amazing. A good slow burn with lots of angst. Strangers (a little bit enemies-ish in a way) to lovers. Lotsa good fluff too.

Written by @historicfailure

#kakashi fanfiction #kakashi hatake #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader

[bite-sized-devil]

When your favourite fanfic writers update. 🫡

Looking at you: @delirious-donna @honeylavendr @historicfailure @curatoroffiction @he-calls-me-kitten @yuujispinkhair @hashira-mal @pinkrelish @sleepysnk @delphi-dreamin @chanfictions @saintrocklee @lemony-snickers and there is probably heaps more, also this isn't me being a dick and asking you to post if you are currently on hiatus from writing. Just showing some love and appreciation. Because you are all amazing! 💕💕💕

[theacevampire]

Happy New Year!✨

I'm a little late with this, but getting my sleep back in after NYE was a bit of a hassle.

I wanna thank everyone who followed, reblogged or liked anything in the last year for your support. This blog wouldn't be here without you and as a sign of gratitude I'll open requests soon💜

A special thanks goes out to my moots and creators that made my 2022 on this plattform: @whatshernameis @wing-ed-thing @ladykissingfish @krystalgaia @portfolio-of-dreams @nyaaaaanma @omiyours @historicfailure @imaginativeamateur @kuramakakashi

[yasashii-leaf]

For @historicfailure who inspired me for this drawing with its wonderful story✨The Forest Cat Café✨

#my art #naruto #Yamato #Yamato tenzo #Tenzo #historicfailure #Avec plein d'amour ❤️💕 #naruto yamato

[naruto-smut-monday]

I love this event so much! I wanted to try writing smut this year more and this event gave me the perfect opportunity!

The prompts were really diverse and well chosen, and the month between posts allowed for lots of time to prepare and write (in my case). Also the really lenient two week submission period is fantastic ^^ thank you so much for creating this wonderful event!

We're so glad to hear it! Thank you for sticking with us every month, and for sending us your thoughts, they really mean so much! ^_^

~~Mod Rose

#NSM 2022 #historicfailure #send in your thoughts or ideas!

[tcheschirewrites]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Learn to know your mutuals and followers. :D

Thank you for the ask!

1. Waking up and the air is cold - this usually leads to pulling back the curtains and finding that the sky is grey or, better still, it’s raining or snowing. It literally makes my day to find out that it isn’t going to get above 50F.

2. In that vein, blankets. I have so many blankets. I love blankets, and I love the opportunity to use them. Do I get to huddle under a blanket for any period of time? Bliss.

3. Stage 2 of a new WIP where I can actually start researching and getting things outlined and put-together. I think it’s the researching and the outlining - I like big ideas, and the dopamine rush when I can make something big work is just so good. 

4. Getting into a new book or a new fic and I’m still in the same spot after chapter 5. If I don’t get sucked in by that point, I’m probably setting the book down for later, but if I can blast through the first five in one sitting then it’s likely I’ma finish that book within the next couplea days.

5. Tea. I’m a little bit of an aficionado. This one is less of a warm-in-my-chest happiness sensation than it is just...such a constant in my life that I literally could not imagine going through a day without making myself tea at some point.

#asked and answered jim #historicfailure #talk to me! #big advocate of hygge if it wasn't clear #love being cozy

[fus-ro-nah]

Yay color! Not my best job, but ehhhhhh.

Hnnnnnnnngh you can't see the highlightssssss

And yes, I know the canon uniform is black and grey, not blue and grey, but black isn't any fun to color or shade.

I might clean up a few other sketches from the fanfic that I have, assuming I can find the time^^

Also, fuck backgrounds. They suck.

#fan art #my art #it was a long way #tenzo #historicfailure #freakypseudwriter #for a fanfic #it's sloppy but i'm sleep deprived #what is sleep #sleep is for the weak #i need sleep #send help

[historicfailure]

Love Notes - How bad at flirting can you be?

First Chapter: What An Asshole!

Finally settling into a new job might be easy enough. Though, as you find out, getting along with Kakashi Hatake isn't that easy. Not easy at all. In fact, the guy is a certified asshole. Though, you're holding on, trying to prove yourself and your skills in this new environment. And someone has noticed your efforts, otherwise, you couldn't explain those strange notes from an unknown sender on your desk.

Hey there ^^

It's me again. I'm finally putting this fic out into the world. It has been some years since this idea came alive, but I never came around writing many chapters in one time period, but now I'm finally confident enough to post it. Hopefully you guys like it! (And even though the mystery is a little bit spoiled by the tag-system, please pretend to not know until the very end ;D)

Anyway, have fun with the first chapter! Thanks for reading! :D

~ X ~

You found the first note when you came back from lunch break.

It had been a good day until then, and you spent the break with a few of your new coworkers that you had gotten to know a little bit over the last few weeks. Kurenai was such a nice person, and she seemed genuinely interested when you started to talk about your previous workplace at a marketing company; she had asked lots of questions about the place while stabbing her salad with sharp, precise motions. Anko, on the other hand, had happily munched on a few dango sticks and listened, throwing in some comments when she saw fit, only to end the conversation with a mischievous “Way to go, (Y/N). But one important question you have to answer… Do you have a special someone,” At that her eyebrows had waggled up and down, like she was one of the ridiculous villains straight out of a cartoon, “who is able to give it to you really good?”

Needless to say, Kurenai and Shizune, who had been quietly listening to the talk while eating her sandwich, groaned in deep-apparently-already-expected embarrassment and the group quickly dispersed after that. Anko grinned a bit, like she knew what she had done, and winked at you, before casually strolling after your little group.

You stepped up to your desk with the small food container and water bottle in hand, still grinning weakly about Anko’s cheekiness, when you noticed the little note sitting innocently on top of your keyboard.

You knew it wasn’t yours from the very moment you spotted the paper. Usually, your desk was a total and utter mess, cluttered in different papers, sticky notes, files and pictures as references for an upcoming marketing campaign you were working on. The keyboard was pushed right in front of the monitor, to make space for the wild handwriting you had to call your own, the lists you made to remember whom to call to prepare some proofs of pamphlets you had planned or to schedule a meeting with a client, so they could check said proofs and the development of your ideas.

But despite the controlled chaos, despite the many other handwritten notes sticking to the rim of the monitor, to the edges of the desk, to the tiniest free space you could find, you always knew where everything was located. As disbelieving the stares you received were when you stated that, you had a system to archive everything on your desk, to bring a tiny bit—just enough—of order and organization into the piles of papers that you would be able to find anything. Also, if anybody else tried to find anything, they sooner or later had to go to you and ask. In a sense, you were even more in control of your own desk than the people who obsessively cleaned theirs. Thus, you knew where everything had to be and was when you left for lunch. There was a method to your madness, you’d say. 

This note sitting on your keyboard definitely wasn’t yours. Carefully, you dropped the food container and water bottle on the desk, without wrinkling any of the documents of course, all the while your forehead wrinkled at the strange sight.

The note was neatly folded. Small, one of the official notes from Konohagakure Marketing, with the logo of a stenciled leaf in one corner which was slightly embossed on the thick paper. You looked over to the other open desks. No one looked up. They were busy themselves, phoning clients, writing emails or doing research for one of their own projects.

Well… Maybe it’s a prank for the newbie?

Another look around, then you dropped into your chair, whirled around to drag out the moment of having to pick up the strange note, before turning into the right position to actually do work at your desk with a sigh.

“Won’t get any better…” you mumbled to yourself, leaned over and picked the note up.

A short, irrational flash of panic overhauled your mind. Was it possibly a “Yeah, we have to cut costs, and you were the last one to arrive, so bye?”-note? You inhabited your position only for a few months, and you were the youngest member of the team, and maybe you weren’t delivering the results the higher-ups wanted to see?

No, that wasn’t possible. At least, you thought so. A few days ago, Minato Namikaze actually called you into his office and told you that your marketing reports were extremely detailed and rich of important information, and if you would handle the next analysis for an upcoming client too because of the good job you did. And of course, a note wouldn’t be enough to actually fire you.

Oh, sorry, to let me go. You rolled your eyes at the stupid expression. There was no nice way of telling someone was fired, no matter how nicely packaged the words were.

In fact, it was impossible that you would be fired like this. Still, you were slightly hesitant as you reached over and picked the note up with your very fingertips. Another last, assuring look around to make sure no one was giggling like a maniac or tried to hold in a little, cheeky grin, but all of your colleagues were still occupied with whatever they were doing. So, you breathed in and unfolded the note. Your eyes instantly fell on the handwritten words, the stroke of the pen and the simple black ink which was used.

I’m sure this note confuses you, and honestly, I’m also confused on why I’m writing this. The only thing I can safely say is, that I can’t stop thinking about you, and that I don’t want to bother you directly. You have lots of work at the moment, so I wish you good luck. But you probably don’t need any luck, not with the work I’ve already seen from you.

Confused, you read the note again. Just four lines, blank in the middle of the note, written in a neat, slightly right-slanted handwriting. It seemed sophisticated, and strangely enough, you could easily see the same handwriting on the manuscript of an author, who just came back from his writer’s retreat deep in the forest that did not have an ounce of electricity. Only slowly, the meaning of the words started to seep into your brain.

You were so ready for someone to stand up from their work, point at you and reveal the prank. An anonymous note from a… a secret admirer? Were you in a serious work environment, or did you miss the last ten or so years of your life and were still in High School?

Again, once more, just once more, your eyes flashed over the lines, the words, and the hidden confession. If this wasn’t a joke—and you were pretty much convinced it wasn’t—that someone “couldn’t stop thinking” about you; that someone “didn’t want to bother you directly”; that someone knew you had lots of work at the moment, and wished you good luck. And in the next sentence, that same someone told you that you probably didn’t need any luck, because between the lines, that anonymous someone also told you that your submitted work was great?

You didn’t know what to exactly take away from this short message. There was so much to unpack here that you simply didn’t know where to start.

It had to be someone from work. The paper with the letterhead and the official logo was the first indicator, and the mentioning of your earlier work another. Someone who was… shy? You cocked your head to the side while further studying the note. That someone didn’t want to bother you directly, but indirectly with the note?

It was probably better not to think too much into this. Whatever it was.

That didn’t stop you from placing that note into a small box and secure it in the highest drawer of your desk to keep it safe and sound. That also didn’t stop you from thinking from time to time about that note.

Every moment you didn’t spend working on your projects. The few minutes you used to fill up your water bottle or get a coffee from the break room. Hell, even when you went to the toilet and did your business, your mind was busy circling around the note and, most importantly, the writer of the note.

Who wrote this note? Who? Who was able to write the note and place it secretly on your desk?

The easiest way to at least find something about the secret admirer was to ask the co-workers closest to your desk.

The first logical choice was Asuma, who sat in your back and should have a good view of your desk if you weren’t there, but luck wasn’t on your side.

“Sorry,” Asuma shrugged, hands already fiddling with a package of cigarettes, “I was on a smoke break and also came back just now.”

“Didn’t you want to quit?” you asked. “What about that?”

He grew even more nervous. One hand left the cigarettes alone, only to fly up and rake in quick, harsh motions through his beard. “Yeah… About that… Don’t tell Kurenai, please.”

Amused, but miffed you didn’t find your answer, you gave your promise.

The next choice was Anko, just because she always had a thing for the office rumors and offered you since day one the most intriguing gossip she could get her hands on. 

“Hey, Anko.”

Today, though, she was seriously working, typing away at the speed of lightning. Only after a few long seconds, she looked up, her wonderfully purple colored hair falling around her face in wild strands.

“Huh?”

“Heard anything juicy lately? For example, someone leaving notes on tables?”

“Uuuuuh, no? What’s up with that?” She scowled. “Got an upper hand on me in office gossip?”

“Not at all,” you tried to defend yourself at her disgruntled look, “I was just asking myself, because… Because I found this strange note on my desk and I really just want to find out who wrote it.”

Only now, Anko paused in her work flow. For a second, you were sorry for stopping her, but when you saw how her eyes lit up at the piece of indeed juicy gossip you potentially could provide, you knew she wasn’t too sad about it. “A note? What kind of note?”

Suddenly, you remembered loudly that you had an important mail to write, which derailed Anko not one bit. If not for the angry glares she received for her loud demands from the other workers, you were sure Anko would’ve chased you down and tortured you for the best gossip.

Your last choice was Iruka. As the secretary for Minato, with his desk right in front of the bureau of their boss, he should have a relatively good overview of the entire open office and as a former teacher, he noticed things others didn’t—especially when someone was up to some mischief.

When you walked up to the brunet, his eyes met yours. Suspiciously enough, Iruka’s brown deer-eyes widened, only for the man to lower his head abruptly into an open file.

Suspicious.

Armed with a little smile and the knowledge Iruka hid something from you (and you specifically), you stepped in front of the man and just waited. Waited and watched how he became more and more nervous. He didn’t even read the file properly, just stared at the single lines and pretended to read. All of that façade just to ignore you, how you stood in front of his desk, with your arms crossed over your chest and still smiling.

It took only a few more minutes until Iruka gave in. With a sudden flinch of his entire body, he sat up straight, breathed loudly in like he had to steel himself for the upcoming confrontation, only to smile at you with a certain strained expression that told you that you had already won.

“What can I do for you today?” Iruka asked.

For a little moment, you allowed the silence to pressure him a little bit further, before cocking your head to the side. “I found a suspicious note at my work-station, Umino-san.”

“Okay…”

“This note made some very interesting remarks about my person and my work.”

“Alright.”

“Unfortunately,” your grin widened by a margin, “the writer forgot to leave their name on the note.”

Iruka’s right eyebrow twitched. “I don’t know how to help you with that, (L/N)-san. I’m neither responsible for the note nor have an inkling of a clue as to who wrote it.”

“But Umino-san, I really need to know who wrote that note. It’s important.”

He was struggling. You could see it, in the way his eyebrows wrinkled more and more, the nervous twitch of his fingers as he shuffled once again through the file without actually doing anything.

“How…” Iruka coughed, then spoke again. “How important exactly?”

“Very important. I believe it has the potential to interfere with my work.”

You felt a little bit bad when you told the poor man that lie, but the note potentially had the ability to fuck up your concentration, if you would constantly ask yourself who was interested enough to write a little secret letter to you. So, technically, you weren’t lying.

Certainly not.

Iruka gnawed at his lower lip. His eyes fluttered around, once looking at you, then flying over the heads of the marketers doing their research and working on their according projects. Was it maybe one of them who left the note? Why would Iruka hide the identity of that special someone? Did he really not know anything, or was he playing dumb?

So many questions. But you didn’t have to wait for long to get an answer out of the secretary, who seemed troubled, nervous and embarrassed at the same time. An impressive mix, you had to admit.

“Alright, alright,” he hissed, “I mean, I obviously can’t tell you who wrote the note, because I have no idea. But what I know is that Kakashi-san dropped the note on your table. You didn’t hear that from me, though.”

“Wait, wait, wait… You’re saying Kakashi Hatake delivered the note?” Your mouth fell open in helpless awe. “The Kakashi Hatake? The one responsible for the unbelievably successful marketing campaign for the clothing line Akatsuki? The one which launched them into the Olympus of sales? That Kakashi Hatake?”

To say you were hyperventilating a little bit would be an understatement. Kakashi Hatake’s work in the marketing world was a miracle come true. No matter if normal print, digital or a social media campaign, he had the talent to make it a resounding success. One reason you decided to apply for a job at Konohagakure Marketing had been his employment here. The little sliver of hope to meet and work with him had seemed more than tempting enough to quit your old job when you felt that you were stagnating.

And he was the one to write the note?

No. Stay calm. Iruka said he dropped the note off. Don’t jump the gun yet.

“Thank you very much, Umino-san,” you smiled at the secretary, “you were a great help.”

“Just don’t tell him I was the one to rat him out,” the man mumbled, all the while already hectically shuffling through his paperwork. You nodded and took your leave. Who knew what Hatake had in his hands to make Iruka that miserable and almost scared of him?

Finding Kakashi Hatake wasn’t too hard. Everyone knew he had a solemn corner where his desk stood; a little bit further away from all the other desks of your colleagues. Occasionally, Hatake would leave his desk and the chosen solitude for a little snack or walk around the premises, but could mostly be found there.

Your heart pounded awfully loud in your chest as you closed the distance to the desk. Even from a few meters away, his spiky, silver hair gave his position away; bent over his desk and scribbling into a worn-out, black notebook (with his left hand, you noted dully). God, from up to close, the man was even more intimidating than you initially thought. Well, not exactly “intimidating”, but there was something about Hatake which demanded attention, even though his eyes were warm and voice soft as he looked up from his notes.

His words though, cooled down your excitement of finally having a reason to talk with him to the levels of the Arctic.

“One coffee, black,” he said, before he lost interest in you again, “and if it’s cold like last time, I swear, I have to ask Minato what kind of criteria he uses to determine who’s fit to work here, because diligence and following of orders certainly is not in the job description, then.”

“… What?”

“Deaf, too?” You could hear Hatake’s rolling eyes. “Fine.” You didn’t even have time to react or speak up, and could only watch in slowly growing anger how your idol acted like the biggest asshole in the whole wide world. He scribbled hastily on a page in his notebook, ripped the page out with a determined, sharp motion and handed it to you. Still flabbergasted, you took the note and peered at the almost unreadable chicken scratch scrawled over half of the page. Only barely, and only because you indeed heard his earlier… order, you could make out the words “black coffee, absolutely no milk!!”

With two exclamation marks. And underlined. Like you were a total idiot.

Anger blocked your jaw as you folded the note and dropped it back onto his desk. “I’m not deaf nor stupid,” you hissed through gritted teeth, “and I’m certainly not an intern either.”

“Oh?” Again, Hatake peered up, before his shoulders flinched quickly upwards. “Well, nevertheless, you can get me a coffee. If you’re here to bother me, you certainly have time to go and fetch me one. Remember,” he picked up the dropped note and held it out to you, not even looking up from his desk anymore, “no milk. And please, sugar is also unnecessary.”

You had no idea what it was exactly that was the infamous last drop in an already overfilled bucket. His condescending tone, maybe. The sheer arrogance and nonchalance radiating from Hatake, for certain. Or was it the fact that he was still scribbling away and not even looking you in the eyes as he demanded to be brought a coffee by a new colleague?

Your smile was strained and hurt your very being as you crossed your arms over your chest and spoke up, which caused the Hatake-douchebag to finally look up from his fucking chicken scratch he produced (nothing like the neat and incarnate handwriting on your note).

“I’m not an intern, not a pretty face without a brain,” you informed him calmly, voice loud and clear, “and I’m certainly not getting you a coffee. I don’t care if you’re a fantastic marketer. I don’t give a single fuck if you’re this big brain behind some of the greatest marketing campaigns I’ve seen over the years. If you need to prove your manly ego so much, go into the bathroom and jerk off like anyone else, but don’t give a colleague on the same level as yourself the damn order to bring you coffee!”

Hatake only stared blankly at you. The beauty spot beneath his mouth twitched slightly, before he sighed deeply. “Fine, then don’t get me a coffee. I just figured that when you had nothing to do anyway and bothered me while I was actually working, then I could ask you to do something useful.”

“What the—! Do you hear yourself talking?”

“Yes, I can. Do you?”

“I swear to the gods—!”

Suddenly, a charismatic voice cut into the conversation. Hatake’s eyes widened, and he nearly jumped out of his chair at the sight of your boss Minato, his face concerned and dead serious at the same time. When you looked over his shoulder, you could see the rest of the office trying (not so obviously) to appear busy, all the while waiting with bated breaths and sharp ears to what would go down in the next minutes.

Damn, your dispute with Hatake apparently attracted much more attention than you wanted.

Immediately, you felt bad for throwing such a tantrum. So what if Kakashi Hatake wasn’t the idol you painted him to be. Only a few people really lived up to the heroic picture others painted of them in their heads. Still, Hatake really was a major asshole and went off to prove this point right in front of Minato.

“Sorry for the trouble,” he nodded into your direction, “I have honestly no idea what happened.”

No idea!? Is this guy serious?

“Let me remind you,” you growled, “you just ordered me around like I was nothing more than your servant. It doesn’t matter if you thought I was an intern, even speaking to the cleaner like this would be an absolute dick move!”

“I just noted how unoccupied you were as you stood before my desk, so I thought I would give you a simple task.”

“I simply wanted to ask for something small, but that’s now out of the window.” Miffed, you threw your hands into the air. “No one could know you would see it as an opportunity to show how much you look down on people.”

Like your banter was a fascinating and intense tennis match, Minato’s head jumped back and forth between your jabs and quips. Your boss seemed positively puzzled and, at the same time, the frustration growing inside the usually-so-friendly man.

Before Hatake could say anything back (he had already an answer prepared; you could read it in the way his lips already opened), Minato stepped in. “Now, children. Keep calm. Kakashi, we talked about this. And (Y/N)…”

When speaking with Hatake, Minato had a soft, almost fatherly tone. When turning towards you, his voice changed ever so slightly, and you realized with a sudden jolt that you were new and just argued with one of the most successful and creative people in the industry, just because he insulted some nobody.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled before your boss could reprimand you in any way, “to cause such a ruckus. It wasn’t my intention. I will take any punishment you see fit.”

In comparison to Hatake, you were easily interchangeable. You had no prestigious campaign or successes under your belt, not like Hatake. What kind of unholy demon had ridden you when Hatake made his comment about the damn coffee order? Ridiculous to jump onto such an easily ignorable conversation. If you just would've swallowed your pride a little bit.

Butthurt, that’s what you were. You had looked up to Hatake, looked forward to having a reason to speak with him. And now, with the secret admirer and the mysterious note, the reason had been a given.

Just like so many movie villains and superheroes, you had met your idol and were thoroughly disappointed and let down. And considering this wasn’t a movie, there would be no redemption moment for Kakashi; there would be no apology for his words and no reconciliation; just the bitter reality of working together for the next months and years. 

You should have known better than to listen to your emotions, that hope of thinking even just maybe, maybe, he wrote that note. Why would he after all? You were new and had no achievements - nothing like the god-like, almighty, invincible Kakashi Hatake.

With all the dignity you could muster (and this was by far not a small amount, but in the face of apologizing for something you didn’t feel very apologetic at all, it seemed suddenly very, very hard to gather said dignity), you turned around and nodded at Hatake.

“Please, excuse my behavior. I was simply… surprised.”

Hatake’s little arrogant grin made your fucking blood boil until it felt like raw fire was burning through your veins. “Oh, apology accepted. Would you just give me your name, so I can remember it next time when I ask for a coffee—!”

“Kakashi.”

“Sorry, Minato. For the future, when we will work together,” he said in the same tone a kindergartener talked to one of the children he watched over and had a childish crush on him.

Aw, honey, you like me so much? I also like you a lot, but do you see this guy over there? Maybe you want to play with him for a bit, what do you think?

A total humiliation. Like your little spat wasn’t enough, noticed by the entire office and the few friends you made. Now, you were even forced to apologize under the watchful eyes of your boss and to the eternal amusement of Hatake.

“(Y/N) (L/N). Pleased to be working with you.” You didn’t even attempt to reach out and shake his hand. Hatake also didn’t move, just continued to smile this damn infuriating smile. Even the mole right beneath his lips seemed to taunt and mock you; a few of his silver strands hung into his forehead and the damn scar crossing his left eye only gave him a rugged, dangerous aura.

He knew it. He knew how attractive he was, the damn bastard.

When you went back to your desk and ignored or brushed off the worried glances and questions Kurenai and Shizune gave you, you were boiling in your own anger. With more force than necessary, you tugged your chair backwards and dropped into the cushions. Your eyes fluttered over the desk, still charged with the sheer frustration and anger of having to deal with a bad case of idol-disappointment and embarrassment, when you spotted another foreign object on your desk. Another note, same paper, same logo, neatly folded and hazardly dropped onto your keyboard.

So, it couldn’t be Hatake, if the different handwriting wasn’t proof enough. Unfortunately, you didn’t get to ask him about the fact that he delivered a letter for your secret admirer and probably never would, so that option was now out of the quotation.

One look around to make sure no one was watching (or if somebody watched you out of the corner of their eyes), then you quickly picked up the second note of the day and unfolded it.

Hatake is an asshole. Don’t mind him too much.

I’m sorry though you had to go through that. I wish I would be brave enough to come forward and directly speak with you, but this has to wait for some time.

And don’t believe this was the last note, either. Except if you don’t want them? I would also accept that. Just glue either a red or green post-it to your PC. I can figure the rest out.

Unbeknownst to you, a little smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you reread the little note. Someone, who was concerned for your sake, had witnessed the confrontation with Kakashi and quickly written this note and delivered it in order to cheer you up. Successfully, you might add. Even though the possibility of the ordeal still being an elaborate prank was high, someone obviously took their time to write these two thoughtful, nice notes, and you appreciated that deeply.

Carefully, you pulled the drawer open and dropped the note into the small box, all the while, you could feel how the tension and disappointment from finding out that your idol was a huge and utter asshole slowly left your mind and body.

Well, you certainly wouldn’t mind receiving more nice notes. Who knew, maybe the prankster would get tired of writing notes soon enough and vanish without a word (note)? Until then, you would enjoy these little letters; nothing more than a ray of sunlight in your working day.

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[lemony-snickers]

Ngl even tho I didnt request a Ficti-gram, I'm really looking forward to your writing. I always love how it sounds read out loud and am in awe over your romances and the way you write. And I'm also in awe at the speed you can pump those out, with such a high quality of writing.

Congrats to the milestone! You deserve all the love and more ^^

awww, thank you so much, that's very sweet of you! <3

i'm not sure the speed will be on our side this time, but we'll see how things go, ahaha.

i hope you had a great weekend, my dear. thanks for stopping by. <3

#ask #historicfailure

[overwhelmed-ravenclaw]

how does Sai react if his S/O cheating with another men?

uh... I’m not good with Sai. I mean I can do general stuff with him. Give me anything bug-boy or bug-fam or even Kakashi (Yummy) And we are all good...  Buuut! These amazing people are really good at headcanons with him and in general of Naruto. Just read their rules. If just want advice and not headcanons to ask for the advice ((For both crossroads and hoe you have to state Naruto fandom)) They may have already done headcanons on this topic at hand so check that first cause it is a good chance it is there. They are all amazing writers and love doing what they do.  @crossroadsimagine​ @historicfailure​ @hoe-imaginess​ @hokage-sama​ @naruto-scenarios-plus-akatsuki​ @ayyyez​ @akatsuki--konan​ I am sure there is more but those are ones that Tumblr letting me tag. It is stupid and wants me to not tag people? I don’t know what is up with it.  OR you can talk to my partners-in-crime (Sunny Bunny and others that might join us soon) If you do and do not want a small drabble please state it is advice, we don’t do headcanons on scenarios and drabbles.  @drabbles-of-fandom​

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Life Today History Another Banner Design

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[historicfailuremasterpost]

Obito FanFiction

“Build a Close Connection” - Obito x Reader FanFiction

Working as a phone sex operator isn't the most  glamorous job nor is it a job you proudly announce to others.  Nevertheless, you were happy to work a good job which paid generously  and had lots of benefits. Life was good.

One day, you get a new  caller looking for a good time. However, there's a spark between Tobi  and yourself that you can't ignore, not even for the sake of your  professionality.

Word Count: 56,413

11 Chapters

Chapter 1 - First Call

Chapter 2 - Second Call

Chapter 3 - Third Call

Chapter 4 - Fourth Call

Chapter 5 - Fifth Call

Chapter 6 - Sixth Call

Chapter 7 - Seventh Call

Chapter 8 - Eighth Call

Chapter 9 - Ninth Call

Chapter 10 - Tenth Call

Chapter 11 - Eleventh Call (NSFW)

Also on AO3

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“Hanahaki - Reprise” Obito x Reader FanFiction

Hanahaki was such a nasty disease. Not only destroys it one person and one relationship, but many other lives are affected by the disease as well.

Falling in love with Obito was hopeless from the very start. You knew it, yet couldn't help yourself, even though he talked about Rin every chance he got. When the first petals fell out of your mouth, you knew who they were for, and you knew everything would change.

Word Count: 41.626

First Chapter: Fallout

Second Chapter: Recovery

Third Chapter: Getting Better

Fourth Chapter: Advancing

Fifth Chapter: End Stage

Also on AO3

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“I Dreamt About Us” Obito x Reader FanFiction

You wake up from a terribly real dream. A battlefield, drowning in blood and broken bones. At first, you have no idea where you even are. Slowly, with the help of your lover, you make way back into reality.

Or do you?

Word Count: 4,501

On Tumblr

On AO3

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[momo-ceros]

breeding headcanons || itachi; sasuke; neji; hinata x reader

summary: the breeding kink of the uchihas and hyuugas is hereditary.

tags: nsfw, breeding kink, impregnation/pregnancy talk

author’s note: this is for @historicfailure​, an absolute angel keeping me alive with all the content she provides. she deserves all the love and support in the world, so pspsps take your kinky treat.

Itachi

pretty twink boy looking all pretty like that

god I wanna wreck him

Itachi is an emotional mess

he literally killed his entire clan, it leaves an impact on how he thinks about having a family afterwards

before the massacre, he yearned for a family of his own

I think Itachi, if given the chance and opportunity would have wanted nothing more than to be a househusband taking care of the clan and his and his SO’s kids

despite him pushing his desires down when he annihilates his clan, he is still and Uchiha, which means his desire to produce offspring are through the roof

I imagine his SO would either have to be someone (non-Uchiha) that he knew from his childhood or a rather persistent Akatsuki member more than willing to break through his tough walls

Underneath it all, Itachi is a broken man, any semblance of domesticity has this man yearning

so if his SO tells him they wish to start a family, he is elated and conflicted

he would want nothing more than to start a family with the person he loves most, but does he deserve a happy ending despite everything he has done? It is up to his SO to reassure him

“Itachi”, you whispered, your hand resting on his cheeks, affectionally rubbing circles on his cheek, “let yourself go, my beloved. I am here.”

Itachi shuddered as he felt your legs circling around his waist, pushing his throbbing cock deeper inside of you to the point where the two of you were pressed together as close as possible, leaving no room. 

Your hand moved from his cheek to let your arms circle around his neck as you kissed him deeply, a rock of your hips beckoning him to start moving. His pace was slow at first, almost uncertain, holding back as much as he as he was capable of doing, but you could feel his restraint slipping.

“Come on Itachi”, you drawled out, pulling his head down to rest on your shoulder, “Make love to me. Let our affections for one another bear fruit.”

Itachi knew what you were insinuating, the two of you had talked about starting a family sometime, and apparently you had decided that now would be a good time. The young Uchiha let out a strangle noise as thoughts of you round and pregnant with his child, his offspring filled his mind, clouding his mind in the process.

His Sharingan activated subconsciously as his thrusts began to become more erratic, firmly grasping you close. A moment burned into his memory, the very moment that you gave him what he had always desired most: a family.

Sasuke

pretty bitch boy

he has a lot of emotional issues

like a lot

I truly believe that Sasuke could only fall for someone he knew for a long time, possibly since childhood, because he would have a very hard time opening up to someone afterwards

being the last Uchiha also puts additional strain on him

he certainly feels pressured to reproduce but at the same time, with how cursed he believes his bloodline is, he doesn't know if it is the responsible thing

don’t get him wrong, he wants to start a family with his SO more than anything else, its the one thing he truly desires, but the fear overwhelms him

Needs many talks and work on his issues but when him and his SO have finally reached the point where he feels comfortable and confident enough? Yeah his SO ain’t leaving the bed for a few weeks, give or take

He wants to rebuild the Uchiha clan, and the repopulation progress plays a huge part in that, so his SO better prepare for that

him being the last Uchiha and having the natural born breeding kink just sends his instincts into overdrive

Sasuke’s pacing was a weird mixture between desperately rough and abashedly adoring. It was as if his brain couldn’t decide whether or not he wanted to take his time with you, savor you to the fullest extent, or give into his primal urges to breed you, fill you with his sperm so that the Uchiha may rise again.

He had known early on that one day you would parent children with him, that you would make him a father, though back then, he certainly didn’t didn’t think about the actual progress of making a child that still set his cheeks ablaze, no matter how often you two engaged in such rambunctious behavior.

You clawed against his back, biting into his neck, leaving red bruises all over his pale skin as he dove into you as deep as he could, the grip on your hips certainly carrying marks latter as well.

“You know, Naruto already has his first kid on the way”, you teased between pants, “Can’t have him beat you, huh? Come on, show me you are not just all empty words Uchiha.”

Your teasing only spurred him on as his effort doubled, his thrust becoming sloppier with every snap of his hips. 

He let out a loud groan as he came, emptying himself inside of you, filling you up to the brim as he held your close, inhaling your scent and enjoying the calming effect that it had on him.

“I love you Sasuke”, you murmured, his head resting on your chest, that was heaving in exhaustion, “Let’s get a bunch of Uchiha hell spawns and raise them well.”

You could only feel a soft nod against your chest as Sasuke drifted to sleep. You smiled. You loved your family already.

Neji

acts like a blushing virgin boy no matter what

repressed and sexually frustrated, not to mention easily embarrassed 

has literally day dreams about having a family with his SO

never voices out his thoughts in fears of reactions

but he totally woke up with a boner a few times having dreamt about fucking a child into his SO

also got some self-esteem issues stemming from his sense of self worth being overridden by the future he was expected to lead

dependent on his SO taking initiative 

drinks people respect juice and doesn’t want to be a bother, also feels like a lot of the fantasies he has are inappropriate 

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at the flustering mess of a husband underneath you.

“Stop avoiding my gaze Neji and just look at me. It’s not the first time you have seen me naked.”

“The context differs greatly. Not to mention that pose...”, Neji retired and covered his eyes, which didn’t do a lot due to his Byakugan. The veins around his eyes pulsated as he tried to keep them in control through his excitement, but was failing rather miserably. 

You sighed as you continued to lower yourself onto Neji’s hardened cock, your hands pushing him down further onto the bed, effectively trapping from fleeing like a startled deer.

“Neji”, you huffed annoyedly as you began to move your hips, “Neji my dear we talked about this. We both want a family, we are both ready to have one, we both have the time to care for one now I only need you to get your pretty head into this and fuck a child into me, understood?”

Neji cringed at your crude words, his blush worsening as he nodded tentatively, his hands shyly resting against your hips in a soft manner to give you some support as you slowly rode him.

A delicate play between edging him through his orgasms and coaxing them out of him began, By the end of it, you were full and satisfied and Neji was on the brink of collapsing from exhaustion, but happy nonetheless.

“Can’t wait to do this again for our second child don’t you think?”, you asked nonchalantly and Neji’s cheeks flushed, even in his tired state. This was far from the last time the two of you would have done something like this.

Hinata

let’s face the truth and make one thing very clear

Hyuuga Hinata was born to be a MILF and you cannot convince me otherwise

the woman, the myth the MILF

her maternal instincts are through the roof

she practically radiates a motherly aura soothing everything and everyone

she is easily embarrassed no doubt, but her sexual appetite is quite large

won’t tell her SO directly that she wants to start having kids, but would drop subtle hints like commenting on baby clothes

she gets super eager when her SO agreed and gets caught up in baby fever

Your wife was insatiable and you loved every second of it. Her stark naked form was pressed against your body as you pounded into her, watching in satisfaction as she threw her head back and moaned, giving you access to mark her throat.

“You have been wanting this, haven’t you? Is it because of Mirai? Do you want something like that too?”, you asked, accenting every word with a sharp thrust.

Hinata nodded weakly, admitting to her own desires, something she would feel embarrassed by later, but it did not concern her at the moment, for she was far too busy drowning in pleasure under the stimulation she received through you.

Your fingers delicately wandered along her curves, over her wide hips to the subtle fat of her stomach, briefly resting at her big chest before cupping her cheeks and pulling her into a kiss.

“Please”, Hinata breathed out between kisses, “I love you. So can we...?”

She grew a little bashful, squinting her eyes shut as she tried to gather up the courage she was lacking at the moment. 

You smiled. “I love you too. If that is what you want”, you drawled out as you felt your release approaching, “I am more than happy to make us parents.”

Your fingers interlocked with hers as the two of you finished in unison for the first, but certainly not last time of the night.

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