little iruka

like there are certain multisaku ships that you KNOW will always have that third wheel or person(people that really support the relationship:

LeeSaku would have Gai-sensei. He’d be there everyday coaching Lee on being the proper gentleman for Sakura. (Sakura would be wondering how beneficial Gai’s advice is considering she’s never seen him in a relationship. Ever.) But he’d be there for the engagement, the wedding, and the babies too. Of course Tenten would be there as well! Sakura and Tenten would develop a great friendship over time, bonding over Lee’s exhausting personality (”Does he do that when he’s home too?” “Oh yeah, he wouldn’t be Lee if he didn’t do three-hundred squats before dinner.”) She’d also go crazy over their engagement and help Sakura with the wedding. Don’t get me started on the baby too. Tenten would be so excited to meet the little baby.

NaruSaku would have Iruka checking in now and again. Iruka was Naruto’s first real bond, specifically an adult figure in his life that really cared for him, so Naruto would always insist on Iruka visiting. Sakura and Iruka would bond over Naruto’s silliness and he’d totally sympathize with Sakura’s complaints about ‘ramen every night’ requests from her husband. The baby announcement would shock beyond anything. I mean, he’d probably freak out as he can’t picture Naruto taking care of a baby! Luckily, once she’s born, Iruka settles down and sometimes babysits. Naruto jokes that he’s a grandpa to Iruka’s dismay at such a (cruel) joke. lol

ItaSaku would have the lovable tag-along Shisui. At first, he annoys Sakura as he’s always teasing her, but he begins to grow on her as his own ‘special’ person. He often comes right into the house as Itachi and himself are pretty much brothers and eats dinner quite a bit with the newly-married couple. When Itachi has to refuse Shisui, it’s like kicking a puppy, but he gets why they want to be alone *wink* *wink*. Welcome to the world of dirty jokes that Itachi just accepts because Shisui’s his best friend. We can’t forget about Mikoto coming to visit every now and again to see how things are going. Sakura and Mikoto talk over some tea just chatting about life. Although she seems perfectly fine to Sakura, Itachi just knows that he’s going to get another interrogation on either a.) Why doesn’t he make more time for his wife. b.) Why doesn’t he help out more with the chores. or c.) WHERE ARE THE DAMN UCHIHA BABIES.

ShikaSaku would have the whole InoShikaCho trio. Sakura might as well be married to them all considering how close their bonds are. Chouji comes to dinner on a few occasions while Ino barges in to gossip about Shikamaru. Not to mention his mother visiting once in a while to spend some time with her son and his wife. Sometimes Shikamaru insists that Kurenai and Mirai come to dinner as well so he can check up on his little god-daughter. Put all of this together and they have their hands full of plenty of guests to entertain. And, very rarely, Naruto (as Hokage) will come to drop some paperwork off for Shikamaru or steal the poor guy away from Sakura in case of a ‘Hokage emergency’ as he likes to call it. Don’t expect any time alone for the two of them. Poor guys lol.

NejiSaku would be pretty similar with Team Gai showing up while the two are out. Sakura will listen to stories about Neji’s ‘amazing youthful tales’ from Lee while they were on missions. He’ll also get scolded by Tenten if she thinks he’s trying to act a bit too cool (guy can’t catch a break). Hinata will visit Sakura and Neji and he’ll act as host of their house to cater her to her because she’s the Hyuuga heir even though Hinata tells him she’s fine. After their son is born, they find themselves with even more visits from Hanabi, Hinata, and Hiashi and Team Gai to dote on their cute little guy. Neji feels a bit smothered by this, but he does like the attention on his child (I mean he is a gorgeous little boy). Still he manages enough to shoo everyone out, so Neji and Sakura can enjoy their own company.

(I’m just in a mood okay. These have been on my mind for a while and since I’m not drawing right now because of school I wanted to post something haha)

Thank you 100 followers! (///3///)

I will continue to disturb the community by churning out kakairu that looks like it was drawn by a baboon’s arse.

In celebration, plz send me any kakairu requests! I’ll try to fill about five. Or even yamairu. (not kakayama though, sorry. I’m a discerning and weird piece of trash please kick me OTL) I’ll try my best to draw the ones that my arse hand can draw. But my followers are actually pretty quiet so uh if i don’t get any requests, then yeah, that’s fine too. I’m cool with it. I’m chill. (*cries in corner*)

anonymous asked:

Happy birthday, honey bun 💞💞💞 how bout some Sunday morning kakairu with slow dancing in the kitchen and over sized tee shirts <3

Iruka stretched and yawned walking towards the smell of food. “Mmm, smells good.”

“You and Naruto with your stomachs,” Kakashi laughed a little. “Morning.”

“Morning,” Iruka smiled back. He rested his chin on Kakashi’s bare shoulder. The man was standing at the stove in nothing but baggy lounge pants and he would of scolded him on the dangers of that if it wasn’t such a nice view.

“Thanks for letting me sleep in a little,” Iruka kissed the side of his neck and turned away to make himself tea.

“Ma, neither of us is working today. We have no where to be.” That was true.

Iruka liked his baggy oversized shirt, the sleeves just made some things a little difficult. He pushed them up to his elbows.

The stove clicked, Kakashi moved the pan. Iruka looked over, watching him get plates.

He was happy. He was home.

It was strange. It was a feeling he knew but he had gone so long without it that moments like this one really stood out to him. He looked at his tea leaves and then back at Kakashi. “I missed this.”

“When did we not have it?” Kakashi didn’t look up, he clearly didn’t understand.

Iruka stepped away from the electic kettle. “This.” He move the dishwear from his hand. “Family.”

Kakashi’s eyes widdened and head snapped up. They’d never called each other that. Never in the four months they’d lived together. He’d never called anyone that since-

But it was accurate.

“Is that okay?” Iruka asked.

Kakashi turned, their breakfast abandoned on the counter.

Iruka smiled. “I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine.”

It was scary. He’d felt the warm atmosphere several times before but never thought about it. Never gave it the word. But it was the right one. It was scary but it was right.

With little effort he was holding him. “I’m yours if your mine.”

FIN

A/N: Not really light, but really fluffy. No slow dancing but maybe they did that shortly after this. And thank you for the birthday well wishes! 💞

Thank you @falling-off-midgard for beta reading this for me!  I can’t even express how grateful I am for all  your thoughts and comments. I’ve made it my mission to drag you into this ship eventually.

@madakaka

Summary: An alternate universe in which Madara survives the war and spends his days flirting with irritating the Hokage.

The Price of Atonement

Ch. 1: Limbo

Ch. 2: The Losing End

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kakashier  asked:

HAPPY PAWESOME BIRTHDAYYY! ; 3 ; /

Thank you! I don’t know if this was supposed to be a prompt or not but I made it one. 😁🐶

“Bull, stop. It’s not that bad.” Iruka scolded as he lathered the mastif with soap in the tub on their balcony.

The other ninken, the ones who had already gotten their baths were either pouting or sitting with their towels, a little humiliated.

The ninken were proud creatures. They didn’t like being treated like dogs, unless they were swinging rope toys, killing stuffed animals, or hidding from thunder.

Baths though, they hated even the concept.

“You’re taking my smell away,” Bull whined not moving, doing very little to help Iruka with his chore.

“Trust me you’ll get your smell back by next month,” Iruka retorted. It was a little difficult to get something as big as Bull clean when he wasn’t willing to do more than just sit in the water and pout.

At least Pakkun moved his legs and thanked him when he was done. One of them liked being clean.

“If you don’t want Iruka-sensei to give you your bath you can wait for boss to get home.” Pakkun offered for his brother.

Bull immediately became more compliant. Kakashi didn’t like hearing the ninken were giving Iruka a hard time.

The change in hierarchy had been an adjustment for all of them and they still tested Iruka sometimes. Kakashi was the one who put them in their place. He had to be, they were his ninken.

Pakkun took being third as a relief. Iruka got to fill in for him being pack leader sometimes. It meant more naps for the tired pug.

“There,” Iruka announced, rinsing the giant dog one last time. He stood back, shaking off his arms and getting a towel. Bull shook himself as the others had and Iruka put what could of been a blanket over him. “Thank you everyone. Now you can lay in the sun out here and I’ll get you treats.”

“Treats?” Wet tails started wagging.

“Of course.” Iruka laughed a little. “You didn’t think I’d forget did you? I’ll be right back.” He turned to go back inside.

Kakashi had a different relationship with them. On missions and in the field he was leader, boss, his orders had to be followed for all of their safety and at home they hardly bothered him. But Iruka was more like a comrade or a friend, they still listened to him, but with a lot more griping.

Iruka walked back out with the ice cube tray of frozen beef broth. He’d called them pup-sicles when he told Kakashi he was making them. They were good ninken and deserved something nice every once in awhile.

He didn’t see it as any different than taking Naruto for ramen, and Kakashi wasn’t going to tell him not to.

“Are you going to have one too, Iruka-sensei?”

“Um, no thanks,” he laughed. “I made them for you.”

“Well, thanks!”

He smiled and set to work cleaning up the balcony.

FIN

irukas  asked:

the art of umino iruka that you posted on twitter made my heart jump ahHhH tfw your fave artist draws your anime husband

Awww heheh ♥ ♥  I’ve accidentally gone and made myself fall head over heels over my old otp coughkakairucough & then proceeded to binge watch naruto so you can expect more uminos on the way

It's Not You, It's Them

Iruka let out a happy sigh, his head falling onto Kakashi’s shoulder.

The man sitting on the bench next to him laughed a little. “Had too much?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, “your fault.”

“Oh? How?” His hand between them finding Iruka’s.

“Gai and that stupid challenge. You wanted me drunk.” Iruka poked his arm with his free hand.

“I had nothing to do with that. You could have refused him,” Kakashi argued gently.

Iruka sighed. “It’s just easier for me to let him win.”

“Guess it’s a good thing he didn’t challenge me,” Kakashi said with another small laugh. “I’d be at home vomiting and we’d be missing this beautiful sunset.”

“I doubt the great Hatake Kakashi vomits after a few drinks,” Iruka said, lifting his head again, but not letting go of the hand in his.

“Then you misunderstood. It’d be much more than a ‘few’ drinks,” Kakashi corrected.

They both were smiling watching the pinks and golden reds in the clouds as the sun slid closer to the horizon.

Sitting and doing nothing together was a hobby of theirs.

Iruka looked over hearing footsteps on the road. The stranger stared at them as he passed them hard eyes briefly registering the lack of space and sign of affection. Then they were gone, never stopping on their way from place to place.

Kakashi seemed completely unfazed, still watching the clouds.

Iruka agreed. They hadn’t said anything. They could have. A judgemental stare was nothing.

But it still felt like everything.

He let go of Kakashi and stood from the bench.

The jonin turned his head. “Hm?”

“I’m going home. Thank you for a fun evening,” his voice sounded like he hadn’t had any fun at all.

“Everything alright?” Kakashi stood across from him.

“Fine,” Iruka insisted. “Goodnight.”

“Do you want me to walk you-”

Iruka was already leaving. “No.”

The book in Kakashi’s hand slid back into his weapons pouch as he joined the chunin on his walk home from the Hokage Tower.

“Sorry I ran a little late today,” Iruka lied.

“Ma, so I was kept waiting for once,” Kakashi still shrugged. Iruka had been avoiding him suddenly and he was determined not to let him get away with it anymore.

They were quiet as they walked through the dark Konoha, but it wasn’t a comfortable silence.

As they got closer to the teacher’s apartment building Kakashi purposefully slid his hand into his.

Iruka pulled away after a second of hesitation and he knew.

He walked him to his door, his hands in his pockets, said goodnight and left without saying anything else.

It was a rare day when Iruka had nothing to do. It was his day off. No school, no work, just him and his apartment. He enjoyed these days. He never had to wrap his shins, never had to put on a weapons pouch or even his headband.

He looked up from his book that had absolutely nothing to do with teaching and went to answer the door.

Kakashi’s eyes closed in a smile. “I know we didn’t have plans…” He held up a bag of take out containers in one hand and a rented video box in the other. “But dinner and a movie?”

“It’s not Icha Icha related is it? I can’t do that again.”

“No. No. Not at all,” Kakashi assured. His head tilted, smiling again. “I really tried to find one you’d like this time.”

Iruka smiled back, stepping aside to let him in. He took the food from Kakashi and turned to set it out on the counter while Kakashi welcomed himself to the television set that largely went ignored most of the day. Iruka, like Kakashi, preferred books to television

“What’s the movie about?” Iruka asked over his shoulder.

“‘Ninja and the bonds of brotherhood,’” he quoted the back of the case, making Iruka laugh a little.

“As long as it’s not a trashy romance movie.”

“They aren’t trashy.” Kakashi stood back up and walked over to pick up one of the plates Iruka had put together. “You just can’t see the beauty in them.”

Iruka rolled his eyes, joining him in the livingroom space of his small apartment.

The movie turned out to be even more terrible than Kakashi had prepared him for. A few times he burst into laughter at the sheer cliche of it as well as the over acting drama. Kakashi laughed a little with him.

Empty dishes sat forgotten at the edge of a low table. Kakashi’s arm across his shoulders in the glow of television lights. He let his head fall to rest on Kakashi, both smiling.

FIN