Prompt: Kakashi finds out his wife is pregnant before the war.
Pairing:Kakashi x Reader because I’m garbage
The unforgiving winter of Konoha was at its peak as you walked down the blustery cobblestone road. You wrapped your scarf tighter around your neck, burying your nose beneath the wool as you held your sides. The wind blew against your already rosy cheeks, stinging your skin as you looked up to read the signs.
You walked into the convenience store a few blocks from your apartment and finally exhaled in the presence of warm air. Your lungs thanked you, and you grabbed a basket.
You looked at your list:
Eggs, bread, milk.
You gathered your belongings, making sure to look like this wasn’t the only thing you were here for. Carefully, you walked down the family planning aisle, staring at the pregnancy test as if it could just tell you the answer without having to go through the painful process of purchasing it.
You put it in the middle of your purchase as you lined them up, thinking that this process wouldn’t make the cashier think too much of the famous Kakashi of the Sharingan’s fiancé to be buying a pregnancy test. Especially at the brink of a war.
Your fingers shook as you paid for your items and bundles yourself, quickly exiting and making your way back home. Your mind raced, thinking of if it were true or perhaps your hormones were just out of wack with the impending stress load that was projected to double in the upcoming weeks.
That time of the month had come and gone without a speck of blood. You tried not to worry, but the more you put it off, the more the symptoms persisted. The unexplained weight gain, the irritability, the breast swelling - you couldn’t ignore them anymore.
“You’re home early,” Kakashi stood in the kitchen, a bowl of leftovers in his hand as he shoveled it in his mouth. His mask pooled around his neck and he smiled at you with a mouth full of salmon.
“I wasn’t feeling well,” you told him, avoiding his eyes.
“Again?” He put his bowl down on the table as you stripped off your winter wear. Chewing still, he put his fingers to your forehead and stopped you.
“You don’t seem feverish,” he pointed out. “Perhaps you should make an appointment with the doctors?”
“That’s rich, coming from the person who never sees the doctor,” you swatted his hand away. He looked at you, frowning as he swallowed his food. His eyebrows knitted together.
“What’s wrong with you?” He asked, his tone changing to match yours.
“Nothing,” you stuffed the small pregnancy test in your pocket, handing him the grocery bag. “Could you put these away?”
His eyebrows rose with the sudden change in your tone. Blinking, he took the bag from your hand and watched you as you walked into the bathroom, locking the door.
* * * * * * * *
You couldn’t breathe. It felt like your chest may cave in as you stared down at the little piece of plastic.
It was the third pregnancy test you had taken this week. You had gone to different stores within Konoha just to purchase them without causing rumors to spread. All of them had been positive.
You could feel your hands tingling as you stood up, thinking of how you would tell Kakashi. With the political heat escalating and the missions becoming more dangerous, he has been stressed enough trying to protect he village. Now he would have something else to protect. If Konoha were to go to war, he surely would be distracted with a pregnant fiancé at home.
This was not supposed to happen, you thought. This was the last thing that was supposed to happen and you wondered how you had been so careless. Perhaps you had missed a day on your pill. Or perhaps it has been when you were sick a few months ago and your pill hadn’t worked. Your mind raced, trying to figure out this puzzle.
* * * * * *
It had been a week since you found out. You contemplated how you would tell him, thinking of different scenarios as the days passed. You continued to push it off, afraid of how he would react.
“Kakashi?” You stood in the doorway of your bedroom, watching him as he wrapped his ankles with bandages for the day.
He didn’t look up, and you observed him from afar, his hair still askew from sleep.
“Can I talk to you?” You asked hesitantly. Finally, he looked up, his eyes tired as he stopped his preparations.
“Is something wrong?” He asked.
“Not exactly,” you looked away. You felt yourself begin to shake, your nerves enveloping you.
What if he was mad? What if he didn’t want the baby? What if he said you couldn’t afford to keep it? What if he had too many responsibilities? What if it stressed him out?
He watched you for a moment before looking down, cutting the tape of his bandage off and placing it to the bed.
Kakashi stood up, walking over to you. You were much shorter than him, and he had to dip is head to try and meet the eyes that you kept avoiding. You turned your head, wrapping your arms around your waist.
“Is there something wrong?” He asked again, this time his voice was more stern.
You felt your chin quiver and you bit your lip, inhaling a shaky breath. Emotions bubbled up in your chest and you felt Kakashi take your shoulders.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he told you, sounding more concerned.
“I can’t,” you managed, tears spilling out.
Kakashi let go of you, and took a step back. You looked up, seeing the look in his eyes that seemed like he was afraid.
“Did something happen?” He managed. “Did- I mean - are you - is there someone else?”
You quickly shook your head, “no, not at all. It’s not that.”
His eyebrows came to a point, “than what is it?”
A tear streamed down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away.
“Please don’t be mad,” you told him.
Kakashi took a step back, taking your shoulders again.
“What is it?” He asked, his voice frustrated.
“I shouldn’t have said anything,” you reacted, pulling away. Anxiety was taking over you.
“[y/n]!” His voice was stern, “I can’t help you if you won’t tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’m pregnant!” You finally exclaimed, beginning to cry now. “I’m pregnant, okay? I’m sorry! I’ve been hiding it from you and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I’m sorry, I know you have so much to do and the war and -”
“[y/n],” he breathed, taking a step closer to you. He touched your shoulder and you looked up, meeting his eyes with yours.
“You mean it?” He asked, his voice shaking. “Are you sure?”
You blinked, “I took three tests. They were all positive.”
Suddenly, you were wrapped in his arms, his face being buried in the crook of your neck. He held you tight, feeling his body become stiff.
“I could never be mad,” he exhaled, his voice cracking against your skin. You reached up, holding onto him as you realized how emotional he was.
“You mean it?” You asked.
He laughed against your ear, his clothes lips tickling your skin. You couldn’t tell if he was crying, but his voice sounded as though he was holding back so many emotions.
He pulled away, looking you in the eye with a small smile.
“With this impending war- with all the turbulence in the village -” he paused, “this is the best news I’ve heard in a very long time. I have one more thing to fight for now.”
[Sugar daddy anon fyi] Ooooo please share who you want in a sugar daddy/baby relationship, I am v curious!!
okay listen i need a nurseydex sugar daddy au but dex is the daddy and nursey is the baby
like give me nursey who’s just graduated college and lbr, you can’t do much with an english degree with an emphasis on poetry?? so he’s like “damn i didn’t think this through” and he works a part-time job in the meantime because he doesn’t wanna ask his family for help
BUT he’s used to being rich right? and like his job at the bookstore pays enough to provide the essentials but my boy derek nurse wants some spending money for himself (plus the extra financial security would be good because he doesn’t exactly have an emergency fund atm) so he’s like fuck it i’ll find a sugar daddy
enter william poindexter, software engineer who started his own company at 22, and is currently one of the top ceo’s in the business (though he always insists his team is the reason he’s been so successful because he isn’t a stuck up asshole). he’s a little uptight and a lot stressed but he doesn’t have time to Actually Date and he needs someone to bring around to all these high class events he gets invited to, and dex loves nothing more than being a little shit. so since he’s already properly pissed off the rich old white men who typically dominate the business simply by being from a poor background, and young, and gay, he’s like “i’m gonna find a fake boyfriend to piss them off more”
so nursey is basically the perfect candidate, right, because he’s pansexual (which most of these bigots don’t even acknowledge as a thing), and he’s from a family of rich doctors but turned down that lifestyle to pursue what he wants, and doesn’t ask anyone for handouts, and he’s black, and also smarter than most if not all of the crusty ass investors dex has to deal with. so dex tells him the whole deal, what he’s getting into, and nursey is just like “sweet man i love pissing off rich old white dudes too. it’s chill, let’s do it”
and obviously in stereotypical sugar daddy au fashion, they fall madly in love somewhere between travelling to europe and causing a Scene in the best way everywhere they go. and then they never stop pissing off bigots for the rest of their lives amen
I'm looking for a fix where Clarke pays Bellamy money to spend time with her, I think. He needs the money to pay for Octavia's school. At the end, he tells Clarke that he wants to go not with her but after paying back all the money he got from her. Thanks!!!!!!!!
Ah, I hope you have a fantastic trip to Italy, I'm sure you'll have a blast! I'm actually planning to study abroad there myself, but next semester 😄 And if you're still looking for prompts to wile away the long plane ride, maybe an alternative pov of someone Dick works with in the police department reacting (maybe unintentionally eavesdropping on?) to seeing his father, billionaire and apparently very concerned parent Bruce Wayne, when he's seriously injured on the job
Thank you! I’m having fun so far, for the most part. Today’s the first day I’ve had that I can finally take a break and breathe, and I’m finding that I’m feeling just a tad bit home sick. Still, this whole experience has been amazing.
I hope you have a wonderful trip abroad yourself! Thanks for the prompt!
This wasn’t supposed to happen. He
and Grayson had taken all the necessary steps to make sure everyone would come
out of that situation unharmed, and yet—and yet it had been Grayson who’d taken that bullet. That
bullet that had been meant for Officer Derek Wilhelm’s heart.
Because if Grayson hadn’t pushed
him aside, Derek would have been leaving the hostage-held bank in a body bag. Grayson
had said they were lucky. That just because Grayson was the only one in the
hospital things were better.
But it should have been Derek. Not
Richard Grayson. Grayson had saved his life, and all Derek could think to do to
repay the man was sit in vigil at his bedside, just waiting for Grayson to wake
up from the anesthetic.
He’d expected it to be a quiet
time, spent in silence and self-hatred. What he doesn’t expect is for the door
to bang open and a man dressed to the nines to come storming in, an old man in
a weird suit and an angry doctor trailing behind him.
“I don’t care how rich you are,”
the doctor is saying. “This is a hospital. We have rules here. And you can’t
see Mr. Grayson until he gives permission for you to visit him. You’re not on
his contact list.”
“Check it again,” the man says, barely
giving the doctor more than a glance before he’s striding towards the bed.
Towards Grayson. Towards Derek.
Derek stands up, hand creeping
towards his belt. “Excuse me, sir, but the doctor said you don’t have
permission to be in here.”
The man’s face doesn’t change, but
there’s more than a hint of anger in his voice when he speaks again. “Screw
permission.” He points to the bed. “That’s my son, and you can’t keep me from
seeing him when he’s just been shot—”
“I’m sorry,” the doctor says, a bit
quieter and with somewhat more empathy. “But you’re not exempt from the rules
Mr. Wayne. Especially since Officer Grayson was on duty.”
Derek starts, whirling around to
see Grayson blinking away the last dredges of sleeping. He isn’t looking at
Derek, though, or the doctor or the old man. No, he only has eyes for who Derek’s
put together to be Bruce Wayne. Richard Grayson’s adopted father.
Derek stands down, and Bruce Wayne
walks right past him to Grayson’s bedside.