DREAMS - [Kakashi x Reader One-shots]

Flowers 💙

(art from @Ellva__ on twitter)

The soft and ginger caresses of my husband's fingers around my hairline made me wake up slowly, and in the best way I could ever ask for. As soon as I became aware of my surroundings, his charming scent enveloped me, just like his arms were doing. And with a smile, I couldn't help but bury myself and cling harder to him. I rubbed my cheek on his hard chest, which resonated with his low chuckle upon my gesture, and then, Kakashi laid a kiss on my forehead as soft as his snuggles. 

It finally made my eyes open, being met with his shiny onyx gaze that made me fall in love more and more the more I looked at him. Even after all these years. He smiled when he saw my own smile, making some thin wrinkles appear on the corner of his eyes that only made him sexier and more adorable. So before he could kiss me I did it. 

"You're still here," I mumbled before I stretched my limbs. He waited until I had yawned again and then kissed me softly once more. 

"You know I don't like going to work without kissing you, or telling you how much I love you," he said almost in a whisper and with his morning coarse voice that always gave me chills. I smiled again, sleepily placing my hand on his cheek that he cuddled against until he kissed the inside as well. 

"And that's why you're always late," I smiled, still refusing to completely wake up, especially since it was so cozy being wrapped around the sheets that smelled like Kakashi and his warm and strong arms. 

"And who's gonna say anything about it?" he grinned over my lips before licking them once "I'm the Hokage" I pulled him in again when he backed away, shaking my head in denial as our lips brushed and trapped each other.

"As if that ever stopped you before" I sighed, finally letting him go since I knew he would eventually need to go to work. His smile widened anyway at my words, and he finally separated and got up, going into the bathroom to take a shower. I kind of drifted to sleep again, hugging his pillow instead of him as I waited for him to get out of the shower since I knew it'd mean he'd kiss me one last time, not to mention the fact that I would be able to stare at him change. 

"You're eating lunch with me today, right?" he asked me as he dropped down his towel and put on his boxers. 

"Mhn," I made an agreement sound as I continued to watch him entranced. 

"Let's go to a special place today, okay?" he asked me again once he had changed into his Hokage clothes completely. 

I nodded again, this time watching him come closer. Then, he leaned down and kissed my forehead.

"Happy 20th anniversary," he said, caressing my hair. He was about to finally leave but I leaned up to kiss his lips. 

"Happy 20th anniversary," I smiled mid-kiss "I love you"

Shortly after, he was finally gone, and I was back to sleep; or trying, at least. It simply wasn't the same without him, it never was. Whenever he'd go to work I'd have it difficult to go to sleep, so after an hour or so of hugging the pillow and tossing and turning in the sheets, I finally got up too. 

I went to the bathroom to make my usual morning routine, and I couldn't help but smile when it smelled so much like him. After all, he had taken a shower there a while ago and thus the condensation and smell were very much present. 

I rubbed my eyes, did my thing, and tidied his and my clothes, yet again unable not to sniff them. Then I walked into the living room, and this time, it was a different smell the one that flooded the place: freshly made breakfast. Or well, almost -freshly made breakfast. He must have done it before he left. I smiled and approached the kitchen, where not only I found my favorite morning meal, but also a big bouquet of red carnations with a card. 

With aching cheeks from how wide was my smile, I approached the beautiful flowers that were behind the neatly prepared breakfast, and picked up the card that read as usual: 

"My love for you grows every day"

The card always read the same, but every year it still made my heart speed up like the first time we kissed under the shadow of a tree on the training grounds.

Every year, Kakashi would give me, leave me, or send me the most beautiful flowers with the same card, and every year I waited for them with excitement. Twenty-three years of flowers and a life full of love is what he gave me before he died two years ago protecting the village. 

And now that I was in a bed that no longer smelled like him, I couldn't help but remember those days. Today, that it'd be our anniversary date, I couldn't help but cry and miss him worse than I had ever done since he left me. 

I was no longer woken up with kisses and sweet caresses, nothing smelled like him anymore, not even his clothes. They had long lost his scent, and I would never find it anywhere else in the world. And even though I was slowly accepting it, today I simply couldn't help my memories or feelings. You simply couldn't understand how much it hurts when you have someone in your heart that you can't have in your arms. 

I could get up, take a shower and make myself some breakfast. Go outside and do my own stuff, and I still wouldn't stop missing him. I never did. I missed him in the morning, I missed him when I walked by the park, I missed him at every store and restaurant in Konoha... Everything reminded me of him, and I could barely think of anything else that wasn't us, or him.

I wanted to stay in bed, or well, I didn't feel like I could do anything else, when there was a knock on the door. I didn't even answer as I knew it'd probably be one of my friends that knew what day was today and that was worried about me. But they didn't need to, I would eventually get up and continue with my life, despite the pain in my heart, I always did. And today was no different. It took me longer than usual, but I finally was ready to leave my place. But I couldn't.

As soon as I opened the door, my heart froze and my eyes stang when I saw a bouquet of red carnations on the mat of the door. But soon after, the pain of being reminded of him was replaced by anger. 

I picked up the bouquet and quickly and angrily called the flower shop to tell them they had sent these by mistake. And while I talked with the flower shop I swallowed the knot in my throat, trying not to look at the beautiful flowers for I knew I'd break crying if I did.

"I'm sorry, there isn't any mistake" was the answer of the shop's assistant "Long before Hatake-san passed away he asked us to make sure you'd get flowers every year on your anniversary if anything happened to him"

I couldn't say anything else after that. I couldn't do anything else but hang up and finally look at the carnations. Tears ran down my cheeks, so many, that I could barely read the card when I picked it up: 

"My love for you is eternal"