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@yondaime--namikaze
"But Rin...She knew what they were plotting all along. She waited for you to engage the ones pursing you with your raikiri so that she could time it perfectly...dying by the hands of the man she loved..."
Endless List of OTPS 8/?
// Hi everyone, I'm sorry I've been absent but along with troubling matters in my life, my computer was fried and I had to get it fixed. Booo. :x
But I'm here now, I'm still struggling 'with a lot of things so don't expect any longer replies tonight, but I'm going to try my luck with some asks because I know they've been piling up.. / currently have 10 to answer -sob- /
Anyway thank you for your patience and sorry for my unexpected hiatus. <3
Her green marvels softened as she smiled at him. "That's what Ji-san says but I still can't help but worry.. But I guess you both are right." She chuckled and took hold of his hand. "I'm Sabaku Temai! What's your name?"
Relieved now that the conversation had taken a turn for the better, a more prominent smile pulled at the edges of his lips as she took his hand. Deciding it was best to leave the topic for now, he instead focused on keeping her occupied with other matters.
"That’s a pretty name. Ah.. Namikaze Minato, it’s been nice meeting you." He offers her smaller hand a gentle squeeze, a chuckle flowing from his lips.
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This is just perfection
Reblog if you've ever ruined your sleep schedule just to talk to someone.
You’d think I’d just say no. Find some way to stop him on his goddamn freefall from whatever grace he always had.. but I guess that’s the thing. We’re only human. We make mistakes. This may be a mistake, but usually in order to learn things we have to make them.
And me. I’m the biggest mistake of all. You’d have done this to anyone. I tell myself as I turn against him. Anyone who was left, it could have been any of the others.. I wonder.. y’might be fat outta luck actually. Lucky you got me, isn’t it? The one who just doesn’t give a damn. Even as he answers it into my neck, a brief “I know,”, I want to add, “It’s made us stronger”. Cause I can feel it.. even now the way he’s leanin’ on me his heartbeat’s making mine fall in time with it. It’s almost as sad as it is wrong, but I’ve learned more from him like this in the last three weeks than I did all last year, and it’s because of this.. this closeness. It’s not me just chasin’ after him all the time, this time he’s moving, pulling me with him. Like right now. Even from the look he’s giving me when he pulls back I know where this is going, and when he finally leans in to kiss me I just go for it, cause there’s been enough awkward trying to talk and failing going on here and it might shut him up for a bit, this way. Through the material it’s nothing special anyway. Just a bit of pressure, awkward warmth, the shape of our lips fit together like they would if they were anyone else’s. But they’re not- Even in this darkness he’s some sorta light- he just seems t’radiate all this power and majesty like a male lion leading a pride. Even when he’s lying here in complete contrast to that in my arms like a sap. It’s him, and there’s no fucking escaping that. 'Probly longer than necessary, when we pull away, the warmth still lingering between us unhelpfully since we're so close. My head's bent here in a weird way upward, I probably should've been the other side, but it's too late to change any of that now. Raising a hand in response, guiding the side of his head gently. And even before we get a proper look at each other my mouth is open slightly and I’m back against him, dragging my bottom lip across his, coaxing him into it. It always gets easier, the more I concentrate on the shapes we’re making, and not why we’re makin’ them. ”-..Open your mouth.” A sudden whisper, curling heat stuck for a minute between us.
It's much less awkward now that there's no talking, only warmth shared in a loose kiss. It still feels a bit disconnected because of the material preventing their lips from actually touching, and before he's given too long to dwell on it the connection is broken, lips lingering close for several seconds before he leans back slightly.
Still close enough to share body heat, but not so close it's smothering. There's a silence now, and filling it will small talk seems unnecessary. His gaze shifts off to the side momentarily, and luckily enough he's not given much time to gather any thoughts before he feels a hand press against the side of his face. Refocusing his gaze on the younger nin again, an eyebrow raises in question. It goes unseen in the short amount of time it takes to feel the coaxing pressure of lips against his again.
It's becoming more natural.. Almost as if it were meant to end up this way, the two of them against the rest of the world.
A warmth stirs in his heart and spreads to claim the rest of his body, igniting something within him that drew him in closer, the desire to feel the touch of the other male surfacing once more.
He had felt such a desire many times in the span of just a few weeks.. The only difference this time, was that he shamelessly allowed himself to give in to such demands much easier than before. It came easily, reciprocating the attention now the he had let go of the thoughts that had before left him with unsettling apprehension.
It didn't take much coaxing before the older nin was complying with the request that ghosted along his bottom lip, an unsteady exhale of warm air pressed against the others mouth as his lips parted, half-lidded gaze closing with lethargy.
Just.. what exactly are you planning, Kakashi..
Naruto 30 Day Challenge ⇨Day 6 (Favorite Jōnin): Hatake Kakashi ”I won’t allow my comrades to die. I’ll protect you with my life. Trust me.”
I stop, hovering a few inches from his face when he starts to talk again, so I pull back enough to give him room. He doesn’t seem nervous in the kind of way most guys are if they’re kinda awkward it’s a guy going to be doing it.. which.. is funny in itself, but he’s.. I dunno.
Like he wants to say something and has no idea what the something is. I take his first confirmations that he’s not worried I’m gonna break him as an invitation to lean back closer to him.. cause.. well… one of us needs to be forward about this or we’re both gonna sit here feeling awkward all night and go home still frustrated. Talking’s for girls, but.. "I am your sensei," he says then and we come to the next standstill.. aside from stating the obvious, I.. think I’m beginning to get the picture of what he couldn’t say now. He’s awkward cause we’re not just people, we’re not just random shinobi, we’re.. ..more than that. I look down for a split second, at myself on my knees on the couch and the body I’m so close to and feel instantly sick. Sick and then slightly angry, but neither of those things take away everything that’s already happened and I dunno whether that makes it worse. "You weren’t worried about that before." I say, dully, aware I sound like a five year old who didn’t get his way. Raising my hand, I sweep the mask off the side of my head, drop it on the floor beside us. Then I get one of his hands, bring it gently up to my chest, press it there. Without the armour it’s sorta bare, and easy to feel what I’m trying to demonstrate anyway. "I’m still.." I swallow down whatever’s rising in my throat. "I’m still the same person." Moving forward a little, there’s a strange moment falls between us when I pull him into an embrace of some sort, my face turned into the side of his. "And so are you, Sensei." This is hurting both of us.
.. But that's where you're wrong, Kakashi.
He had been worried before, he had been equally apprehensive. The only difference was, he had chosen to speak up now, where as then it didn't occur to him.. What all of this meant. What did it mean? The relationship they shared certainly wasn't just the bond that Sensei and student share. This was.. more, it was something much more, and it scared the hell out of him.
These were the thoughts that preoccupied his mind at random times during the day and night. And still, he wasn't able to resolve what it meant, to share this sort of connection with the younger nin.
.. They were only human, after all, just trying to survive like everyone else. Why should they have to suffer alone, when they could find solace in one another? Why pick being alone, over that.. He shouldn't have to, and yet he felt as if it were, morally, the appropriate choice.
It didn't matter, if it were the right choice to walk away, because willing himself to do so was something he couldn't bring himself to accept.
The anxiety that had been building in his stomach begins to wane as his hand is guided by the younger male, his fingers splaying over his chest as a sigh parts his lips. The subtle thud of his heart against his palm is.. Soothing, enough to chase away the apprehension. His eyes close and he concentrates on the repetitive beating, long enough for a comfortable silence to lapse.
.. We're the same people.
“.. I know.” He muses after being pulled into the warming, calming embrace. His face nestles comfortably against the curve of his shoulder, a steady exhale flaring out his nostrils. By now, he's run out of things to say, though he's relaxed considerably in comparison to how he had been just moments ago.
His hand crawls the expanse of the younger male's arm as he leans back, just enough to give them an appropriate amount of distance, but still close enough to feel his breath against his skin. Languidly his knuckles move beneath his chin, tilting his face enough to angle their lips, allowing his gaze to linger for a moment before he inclines closer, just enough for their lips to meet. It's loose, but firm, giving him the option to break away if he desired.
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Truth be told, he hadn't really thought about what would happen next if Kakashi had agreed to go through with this. He had half expected him to retort with something sarcastic or snide.. – or both for that matter; – but now realization hit him like a brick, and he was reduced to his awkward, abashed self.
.. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but something felt off and before he knew it, he was being guided to the space next to the Anbu, still wordless. He sunk into the cushion with his gaze fixated on the male to his side, his expression thoughtful, yet not exactly uninterested. Distracted, maybe.
It wasn't exactly the act that he desired.. It was the closeness. Expressing himself had never been an issue before, but now it was almost frustrating. This was his student, and he was nearly about to drop his trousers for him.
It was all so.. Wrong, and yet he had no idea how to connect with him in any other way. Going with the flow of things seemed to be his best option, aside from trying to play it off as a joke.. Which he didn't really feel compelled to do, either.
“I'm not worried about that, Kakashi..” Speaking slowly while leaning back, the blond's gaze never straying from it's place on his face. Trying desperately to read him, but coming up short.
“I am your Sensei, and well..” He didn't really know exactly where he was going with that, and after a pause he let his voice drop off lamely.. Instead opting to stay silent.
He sunk lower, and after catching Kakashi's eye he shifted towards him slightly, a soft exhale parting his lips. It was both confusing and frustrating, being drawn to him in a way he found difficult to express.
YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE, MY ONLY SUNSHINE. YOU MAKE ME HAPPY WHEN SKIES ARE GRAY. YOU’LL NEVER KNOW DEAR, HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU. PLEASE DON’T TAKE MY SUNSHINE AWAY. SEND THIS TO TEN BLOGS YOU LOVE AND WILL ALWAYS FOLLOW ❤
"That’s very kind of you to say, anon. Thank you!"
// Waaaoo thank you anon, whoever you are, you so nice and I love you too. ;w; ♥
|| I have roughly ten unanswered asks, I'm sorry it's taking me so long to get to them. -sob.-
I'll try to do them tomorrow, but it's late here now and I'll be switching to mobile very shortly. ;w;
With a sheepish chuckle the blond drew nearer, slipping closer with a languid step forward, gaze resting on the masked visage of the younger male. "Well, aha, maybe.."
Throwing himself back into the couch and fixing the blond with an amused, upside down stare Kakashi raised his hand, beckoned him closer. Making his reply rather clear.Anyone’d think this was your first time, asshole.
Oh.. Oh.
He was being serious now, and while it had been the blond's every intention to make his offer serious, now that he was faced with it he wasn't quite sure how to react in a way that didn't scream awkward.
.. He couldn't possibly refuse the offer now, not with the way the Anbu had his gaze fixated on him, and was beckoning him closer with every intention to make his night that much better. His slow guided steps brought him closer until he couldn't close the distance any further, his gaze angling down to meet the younger male's.
"Kakashi.. Just how many times have you, ah.. Done this?" With his words came mild apprehension, hands moving to rest at his hips as he awaited an answer. The younger nin had complied much too easily for this to be his first time.. Offering to make a man -- or woman's -- night.
For a variety of reasons, the thought of Kakashi making such a generous offer to anyone but him made his gut boil with an inkling of jealousy.
