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amomentsescape · 4 months

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I love your writing! Could I possibly get a Slasher X reader. One of the Reader ending up in the hospital for whatever reason. It could be over sickness or getting injured/hunt.

Slashers React to Reader Ending Up in the Hospital

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Warnings: Mentions of injury, illness, and killings

A/N: Thank you so much! Some of the Slashers were written outside of the hospital setting since I don't think all of them would be comfortable stepping out into public. I hope you still enjoy though!

Freddy Krueger

Freddy decided to pay you a visit in the real world when he hadn't heard from you in a few days

It wasn't like you to not say anything, and he was starting to get worried

But when he checked into your bedroom and found you nowhere in sight, he quite literally freaked out

(He may have visited some of your friends that night and threatened them to find out where you were)

When he finally found you in the hospital, he was even more worried

You could barely talk and your eyes were horribly bloodshot

It was only when you began coughing did he realize what was going on

"I haven't been able to close my eyes for more than 20 minutes without coughing" you hoarsely whispered to him

Despite wanting to take you back home with him, he knew better

He wasn't exactly a doctor, and he cared more about you getting better than you visiting him

So he let you be

He did help you with falling asleep though

And he visited you every night until you got better

He killed a couple nurses that he stated weren't taking care of you well enough though

Michael Myers

Yeah, he's pissed

He comes home, and you're not there?

Livid

Mostly at the idea that something happened to you, but he won't admit that the idea of you leaving him may have crossed his mind a couple times

But when he finds a note stating you were going to get yourself checked out at the hospital, he immediately heads out without a second thought

You have no idea how, but he sneaks in without anyone noticing him?

He immediately rips the blanket off of you and scans your body, trying to pinpoint what is wrong

It's only when he sees your bandaged leg that he meets your eyes

"I was trying to clean your knife, and it slipped..." you said like a kid about to be scolded

He shook his head at you and then lifted you into his arms, carrying you out of the room

While walking out, you happen to notice several dead bodies laying on the ground, blood pooling around them

Ah, so that's how he got in

Jason Voorhees

It was after the 5th night of not being able to breathe fully that you gave in, deciding to go to the hospital

You told Jason it would be super quick, but after a few hours, you still hadn't returned

Instead of just waiting a little longer like a normal person, Jason assumed that something terrible had happened and decided to make a public appearance

(Something he doesn't do often)

He headed into town and located the nearest hospital

Luckily, it was late by now, and the hospital wasn't quite as busy as normal

When he stepped inside, he just slammed down a piece of paper with your name on it, the front desk worker frantically typing in the computer

With how Jason looked and the size of his machete in tow, nobody even bothered to question him

When he was finally pointed to your room, he immediately picked you up and walked back out with you

After finding your doctor and making them give him your prescriptions, he was off to take you back home with him

He wouldn't dare spend even a single night without you

Thomas Hewitt

With the amount of meat hooks, knives, and scrapped bones around, it was a surprise you hadn't gotten into an accident sooner

You were a pretty clumsy person in general, so when you stumbled over a little dip in the tile floor of the kitchen, you instinctively reached your hand out to stop yourself

You managed to not hit the ground, but you sacrificed the palm of your hand in the process

A large butcher's knife was sitting on the counter, and it had sliced right into your skin

Thomas was rushing to your side in a hurry, frantically smooshing towels onto your wound to stop the bleeding

Despite his protests, you insisted on going to get looked at in the hospital

You were certain your hand was going to need stitches

While you were out, he just sat on the couch the whole time, staring at the wall

You promised to be back later, and so he trusted you

But there was no way he was going to be productive with you gone

Once were finally back, Thomas was quick to give you princess treatment

He makes you lay in bed while he brings you food, treats, and cuddles

He'll be watching you like a hawk for the weeks to come, that's for sure

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba was quite literally hanging onto your ankles as you tried to make your way through the door

He was blubbering like crazy

But this stomach flu you've been dealing with was making you miserable

You needed some type of medicine to sort yourself out, although Bubba disagreed

You told him you'd be back soon before giving one last shake and running out the door, leaving Bubba whining after you

He was yelling at basically everything and everyone, frantically storming around the house until you came back

He knew he wouldn't be able to go with you, but he hated you going anywhere by yourself

He was only calm again when you walked back through the door a couple hours later, some weird looking pills in hand

He'd be all over you after that, refusing to even let you go to the bathroom by yourself

And unfortunately for him, this attachment to you resulted in him waking up with the same stomach pains you had just a day later

At least you still had some medicine left, right?

Brahms Heelshire

So there's no way in hell Brahms would ever let you go to the hospital

When you accidentally tripped on the stairs, knocking yourself unconscious during the fall, Brahms was going through a mental breakdown

He didn't know how to help you

And despite all the shaking and slaps he could muster, nothing would wake you up

He finally gave up and decided to call 911

When the ambulance showed up, they were met with a grisly surprise

One of the medics was immediately killed upon entry, and the other was held at knife point, forced to call back and say everything was fine

Brahms then forced them to help you, watching their every move

It was only once your eyes fluttered open that his body relaxed

He quickly disposed of the other medic, immediately tending to you

But don't worry, Brahms would deal with the bodies and the ambulance later

He did it for you after all

Norman Bates

It was actually Norman's idea for you to go to the hospital in the first place

It wasn't like you to be dealing with a cold for this long, and he was beginning to get worried

He happily drove you there, patiently sitting in the waiting room as the doctor took you back to check you out

With a couple prescriptions (and a hefty payment) later, you were back at home with him, relaxing in bed

Norman made sure you always had some tea to drink and soup to eat throughout the night

He even ran the bath for you in hopes of opening your sinuses

He just seems like a normal, doting partner

But if the medicine doesn't seem to help soon, Norman supposes he may need to pay the doctor another visit...

Just to talk things over, of course

Billy Loomis

It's just a little cut, why do you need to go to the hospital?

You shouldn't have been playing with his knife in general

He told you it was dangerous

But he can take care of you himself, he's sure of it

But when he finds you gone just a few minutes later, he immediately becomes tense

Great

With a loud sigh and a few curse words later, Billy is out the door and driving after you

When he makes it to the hospital, he just storms inside

He ignores all the calls from staff to "come back" and to "not go in there"

He finds you talking with the doctor, a look of shock on your face

(You're not exactly sure how he knew which room you were in)

"Are we done here?" Billy grumbles

"You shouldn't be back here"

Billy rolls his eyes at the doctor

"Does it look like I give a shit?"

And with that he, grabs your hand and walks you out, being mindful of your bandaged arm

You're still not sure how you haven't received a bill from the hospital yet

In fact, you haven't heard back from the doctor at all in the past few days

Huh, weird

Stu Macher

Nothing about Stu is calm... ever

So the moment he realizes you aren't home at your normal time, he flips

Probably tries to call and text you numerous times

He even calls Billy who's like "how am I supposed to know??"

When you finally send a text back saying that you went to the doctor's, he quickly responds back saying he's coming to get you

He storms into the hospital like he owns the place, immediately asking the staff where you were

If any of them refuse, he gives them a wicked smile that makes them all uncomfortable

They give in quickly

Stu suddenly barges into your room asking "what's wrong" and "who hurt you?"

You almost laugh at his worry since all that happened was you falling due to being clumsy

He just sighs and shakes his head

"You should have called me"

Once you're all ready to go, he just walks out with you with your arm wrapped in his

He says goodbye to all the staff like nothing ever happened, but they all look a bit fearful

Eric Draven

After fighting with the flu for a good week, Eric decides he should take you to get checked out

Despite your protests, he insists he needs to take you and stay with you (just to make sure they hear you out and give you what you need)

Eric wouldn't hurt or threaten any of the hospital staff, but his presence alone is enough to make them feel intimidated

You're practically in and out within just 20 minutes

"That wasn't so bad, right?" he teased

You just give him a little shove

He pretty much dotes on you for the time being until you get better

Unlike most of the Slashers, Eric has no issues with you going to the occasional doctor's visit

He cares a great deal about your health and always wants what's best for you

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baronessblixen · 6 months

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For the last time...

Prompt: 1. "It's not too late, let's go."

IVF arc, angsty fluff: They're supposed to go to the Gunmen's Halloween party, but there's something they need to make sure of first. (wc: 1,320)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 31: Trick or Treat

When she asks Mulder what she can bring to the Gunmen’s annual Halloween party, she doesn’t expect him to say paper towels. But he does. She repeats the word, and he laughs, saying yes, paper towels and he’ll explain later. That is why she’s at the drugstore at 5 p.m., looking for said paper towels. Except she’s in the wrong aisle. In front of her are pictures of smiling women, chubby-cheeked babies, and blue skies.

Pregnancy tests.

At first, she just stares at them. She just took a wrong turn and now she’s confused as to why there are pregnancy tests. Then, she takes one from the shelf. Just to see what it says. This isn’t the first time she’s buying a test. If she’s buying one, anyway. She bought one once, when she was in college where she prayed every night that she wasn’t pregnant. Another one a few weeks ago, and this time praying that she was. In the end, she’d been pregnant neither time. Third time’s the charm, she thinks.

“Paper towels,” she mumbles, reminding herself why she's really here, but she’s unable to leave the aisle. Her period is late. Has been for a few days. She didn’t think much of it – still doesn’t. It’s been late before. With their job, it seems a given. And yet.

She stares at the boxes and she thinks of Mulder. They only just started being intimate. She can still count their sexual encounters on one hand. That’s how new it is. Just thinking of him makes her feel warm all over. Somewhere across town, he’s getting ready for the Halloween party at the Gunmen's, unaware of what she’s going through. ‘We don’t need condoms’, she’d said that first time. Maybe, she thinks, glaring at the boxes, she was wrong.

She decides to buy a test. An emergency pregnancy test, so to speak. She quickly makes her way through the store, picking up the paper towels, and a bag of candy corn, suddenly craving the overly sugary treat. She pays for everything and hides the pregnancy test at the bottom of her bag. It’s in there just in case, after all.

At home, she puts the pregnancy test and its implications out of her mind. But every once in a while, she glances at her bag, where the test remains hidden. She snacks on the candy corn while she gets ready and waits for Mulder.

“Trick or treat.” A voice that’s distinctively Mulder’s follows after a series of knocks. Scully smiles, opening the door to him. He’s surrounded by several small kids, all grinning up at her, some of them with missing teeth. There’s a little Batman, a Spiderman, and a witch. Luckily, she prepared a bowl with candy and she hands each child some of it, and every single one thanks her. Watching them, she tears up, her hormones overwhelming her.

“Have a spooky night,” Mulder says to them and they giggle as they make their way to the next apartment.

“Hey you,” he says, but his smile quickly fades. “Scully? Are you okay?” She nods, turning away from him because she’s convinced she will start crying any second. She hears the door click close and Mulder follows her inside. He’s gentle as he puts his arms around her from behind.

“What is it?” he whispers into her ear. “Did something happen?”

“No,” she replies truthfully. “I think I’m just tired.” She doesn’t want to burden Mulder with possibilities. Or pipe dreams. She isn’t pregnant. She can’t be pregnant. Buying that test was the worst idea she’s had in a long time.

“We can just stay in,” he says. “Hand out candy to the kids, go to bed early.”

“We’re not 80, Mulder,” she says, finding herself chuckling. She hopes they’re still doing this in 10 years, in 20. Maybe even when they’re 80.

“I know we aren’t.” He waggles his eyebrows at her. “I can think of lots of things we can do staying home.” He’s nuzzling her neck, his nose tickling her skin. She playfully pushes him away and he just grins at her with a dreamy look. What if their child smiles that exact same way? Her expression falters. There is no what if. There’s no child.

“Hey, what did I say? I know it’s Halloween, but you’re scaring the shit out of me.” Instead of answering him, she picks up her bag and hands it to him.

“Look inside,” she says quietly. He takes out the paper towels and then gasps. His eyes shoot up and meet hers.

“Is that- did you take it? Are you? Is it? Are you all right, Scully?”

“I didn’t take it. I don’t know why I bought it. I’m late, and I- I just stood there and I got it just in case. It was a dumb idea.”

“Since when do you eat candy corn?” Mulder asks and for a moment she’s perplexed. He points at the small bowl on the table. “You hate that stuff.” Unlike him, who stuffs one of the colorful treats into his mouth.

“I don’t know,” she says. “I felt like eating it.”

“Take the test, Scully,” he says, pressing the box into her hand. “I think… I think maybe today is a good day to test fate.”

“The Gunmen are expecting us.”

“They can wait. This can’t.”

“It’s not too late,” she says, trying to tug at his sleeve. “Let’s go.” He slowly shakes his head at her. It’s now or never.

“I’ll even hold your hand.”

“While I pee?”

“If that’s what you want,” he says solemnly.

“You can hold my hand after.”

And that’s what he does. His hand is sweaty, and she feels the restlessness inside him. If he weren't holding her hand, he'd be pacing. But she needs his strength, and he gives it to her willingly.

“Do you want me to talk?” he asks. “Or be quiet? I can do either.”

“You can talk, Mulder,” she says softly, smiling.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s a first.”

“This is too important,” he says. “I don’t want to jinx it. Which one do you think did it?” She turns to look at him. “I think it was the second time. Not the first. We didn’t know what we were doing. The second time. I think that’s when it took.”

“Mulder, we don’t know what the test is gonna say.”

“When have I ever been wrong? About anything that’s important?” She wants him to be right. She’s never wanted anything as much as this. “Your hand is ice-cold, Scully.”

“I’m nervous.”

“So am I, but I have a good feeling. A very good feeling. How much longer?” A moment later, the alarm dings. Scully’s heart races in her chest. The next second will change everything. The greatest joy or the biggest disappointment.

“I don’t think I can do this,” she says, her voice breaking. “Can you look?”

“You want me to do it? Are you sure?” She nods, tears in her eyes. She watches Mulder reach for the test with trembling hands. Her eyes are on his face, trying to read it. He blinks at the small plastic stick before he turns to her. “Trick or treat, Scully?”

“What?” she asks.

“Trick or treat,” he repeats, trying to keep his face neutral. But there’s something. A glimmer. Her heart is still racing, but she’s going to take a chance.

“Treat,” she says.

He shows the test to her, his hand shaking. “We’re gonna have a child,” he says with a laugh.

“We’re,” she begins, breaking off. She takes the test from him and there it is. Clear as day. She’s pregnant.

“I knew it when I saw the candy corn,” he says, taking her into his arms. “You’re pregnant, Scully. We did it. We got our miracle.”

“We did,” she says, still in awe. “We really did it.”

#fictober23 #we did it #*I* did it #thank you everyone #i had no idea what to write today #so this thing happened #i hope that's okay <3

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colourstreakgryffin · 7 months

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Can you write a mermaid au where the reader attends a circus with poorly dressed employees who are supposed to look like fairy tale characters but the main event of the circus is a merman ( kyojuro) and he does this amazing performance and the reader goes and talks to him to ask how he does those stunts in the water without breathing (because she don't think their a real mermaid) until she see the gills actually moving?

Please and thank you I just think Kyojuro would be so pretty as a merman

Ooohh! Cute, a Merman Kyojuro~! Let’s go, I can’t wait to finish this up! Thanks again, loves!

Rengoku Kyojuro- Fantasy is True

You could tell why this cheap half-assed circus managed to attract the attention of a number of families. It spilled out so many promises on online advertisements and it rolled around your little homely village regularly, it was clearly a quick cash-grab type of business

On a meaningless but yet only relax day of Sunday, you truly had nothing else to do once you finished your power nap and your curiosity got the better of you, ended up with a single ticket to this circus that proudly proclaimed to have had a real fairytale creature performing for them

You want to see if they really do have a real life fantasy creature at their disposal, willy-nilly or if they are just bullshitting to further get money off circus-addicted children or bored adults like you

Taking a lazy seat at the first empty bench row you spot when you enter through the curtains, you slid the paper ticket into the case of your phone and pocketed it. As a extra measure incase you need that ticket, you propped your hands on your cheeks over your knees and stared at the empty stage, already bored out of your mind with loudly speaking children and occasionally scolding parents filling up the seats all around you

You hoped this circus would make your day even the slightest bit better

Boy… it for sure did

The employees’ last-minute baked uniforms were clearly modelled after fairytale characters; Riding Hood, Fairies, Elves, all kinds of would-have-been pretty looking displays if they gave a shit to actually look good. You could tell how badly careless the outfits were thrown together, stitching all over the fabric and even a zipper busting out from the back on the Riding Hood actor as many came out of the darkness circling the stage

You truly had no right to complain as the children in the stalls were cooing and cheering at the performances. Clearly, they had some reputation of being incompetent and children aren’t that brainless, even some lonely middle-aged adults or bored teenagers were remarking openly that the performances were decent

The juggling, the fire ring jumping, the clown scene, all do the stereotypical and common circus parts came in so quickly, filling the lousy stage with people doing their best to entertain. Crossing your arms and hoping something else would come, your request suddenly came to reality as the much more fancy and lavish-appearing Ringmaster appeared in the centre of the stage

The non-dressed employees that clearly hid in the back, possibly operating the music and lights, wheeled in a huge mysteries rectangle covered by a pale yellow sheet and held off the ground by a massive dark blue metallic mini-trailer without the walls. Was this the fascinating real fairytale being this circus proclaimed to have?

“For the grand finalee~! Ladies and gentleman, I present to you! A real lifeeee—” The Ringmaster dramatically called out into the microphone clutched tightly in his hands as his makeshift clown tore the sheet off the rectangle and revealed the content underneath. A gigantic glass container without the lid and filled to the tippy top with clear yet noticeable light blue water

What was inside was actually more believable and realistic as compared to all the other circus performers here

A human being, a fully grown man was swimming around the thick, you assumed, seawater with a bright smile on his attractive fan. His skin was a healthy tan, his visible torso and arms were built to the brim with muscles and athleticism and the most interesting part. A merman tail that directly mirrored the long-finned tail of a Firefish Goby. From what you saw of his fingers, they were webbed and his ears looked more like fins then ears

White at the hips and fade to dark red at the ends with light orange to dark orange completing the beautiful fade. This most-certainly fake merman tail prop looked very convincing and very professional! This is beyond amazing as compared to every other actor, they must have poured all their love into a merman actor

“Welcome! Our lovely merman, Kyojuro!” The Ringleader cheered pridefully, quickly rushing into the black shadows as the many high-beam lights illuminating the wide stage shut off mysteriously and all the ones remaining tilted over to the supposed merman’s container as to place the centre of attention onto him. Like it was nature, Kyojuro flung himself out of the water beautifully and begun to harmonise, seemingly as ready as he would ever be

His singing voice is incredible, so angelic and majestic as he hung over the thin glass wall before he flopped back into the water without stopping his singing, your eyes widened in shock. How was a human singing underwater? No, it must have been a technological trick of the radio playing a convincing audio of a man singing as the actor pretended to sing, he probably isn’t singing at all!

You carefully followed every movement and stunt the supposedly Merman, Kyojuro performed as he leapt out of the water, flinging thin strings of water around, in which glittered with the artificial light by a flip of the tail’s small round fins. Even the adults were gawking in wonder at Kyojuro’s fascinating show and by the end, the Ringmaster excitedly thanked every paying customer for taking time to come to their circus but you ignored his little speech

Your eyes followed watching the employees wheel away Kyojuro from the centre of the wooden-pane stage in a extreme sense of wonder and want of discover. How he could stay underwater for so long and even keep his mouth open underwater so effectively, wouldn’t it cause water to enter his lungs? Thankfully, the Ringleader was too ego-driven to not let the children approach the employees and praise his work

You manoeuvred through the wave of parents with their young children once you stepped down from your seat. Most other patrons had left with only a handful exploring the stage and speaking with the actors. You were the only solo adult doing so but you didn’t want to pretend you were believing that you were talking to Snow White, no.

You just wanted to meet and greet the amazing “Merman”

Pure amazement overflowed your eyes as your pace grew slower, you pressed palms on the thin but tall glass pane wall facing you once you reached it, flinching when Kyojuro does the same from the inside. Your palms looked as if they touched his on a angle. You couldn’t believe this human was doing all these stunts for almsot three hours non-stop without needing air as he was singing and speaking everytime he went up, was he using a invisible oxygen task or something?

The floating locks of firey yellow and red crossed his neck and face slowly by the water pulling it around, highlighting his gorgeous flame-coloured eyes, in which calmly bored through you with enlightenment for finally having company again, especially company from a pretty woman. Your world begin spinning in amazement and disbelief at what you noticed after examining him up close

Three thin lines on both sides of his neck, almost like strange lacerations, slowly flaring in and out like how a chest would rise and fall. Exactly as how fish filter water for their own breathing needs, he did the same

Kyojuro was worried for you by the way you reacted as he pressed his brick-like muscular chest against the glass like he was trying to break out, his expression dissolving into concern as you stumbled back, clutching your head with one hand. You almost didn’t want to believe it but all the evidence, you couldn’t ignore all the evidence

…He wasn’t a normal human nor a very trained human actor. The oddly-marketed main attraction of this dilapidated wannabe circus is no joke nor a fake, he is a…

A merman! A real merman!

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wonubb · 1 year

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Small gestures that aren’t small for me

Took the courage to write my first OT13 series (not sure what to call this tbh). Will post updates per birth year then the maknaes. Enjoy!

You like this, right? So, here you go.

You were greeted by a paper bag when you arrived at your work desk on Monday morning. You checked the note first to make sure it’s supposed to be yours.

The note immediately put a smile on your face. It reads ‘I love you, will see you this afternoon. Love, Cheol.’

You opened the bag and saw the scarf that you have been eyeing at the store. You immediately sent a text to Cheol to say thank you.

“You’re welcome. I noticed that you checked it for a long time at the store and figured you’d really like to have it. I’m happy you loved it.”

“Yeah, I was trying to save up for it. I appreciate it, babe. Thanks again.” You replied.

“You are always welcome. Stay warm, baby and I’ll see you later. Let’s pick up dinner and go to the dorm, the boys have a lot of souvenirs for you from our Japan trip.” You wore the scarf around your neck and caught a whiff of Cheol’s perfume. You smiled to yourself. You can’t wait for work to be over so you can see your boyfriend.

Leaning on your shoulder with back hugs

Jeonghan is known to be a sweet guy. He loves to tease people around him of course, but he’s really affectionate. He’d like to have you beside him always when you go out with the boys.

Today too where you’re currently at a coffee shop. You volunteered to order since the boys just came from practice. Seungkwan came with you to catch up and talk about the latest drama series that you both are watching.

While you were so enthusiastically telling him about the spoiler for next week’s episode, you felt someone approaching. A littler later, Hannie’s chin is on your shoulder and his arms around your waist, he’d always like to give you back hugs, and he loves receiving those from you just as much.

“Ahh hyung seriously, can noona and I just have some time to talk drama?” The younger complained.

“Why, talk to her I won’t say anything, I’ll just listen.” You and Seungkwan both know that’s not going to happen.

“You’re so clingy, hyung, one day I’ll kidnap her so we can just watch our favorite shows without interruption.” SK complained.

“Yah, you can try. This one’s not going anywhere without me.” Hannie kissed your cheek and tighten his grip.

“You koala. Go back there, I’ll be with you shortly.” You pushed him away and ignored his whining. “I love you, I’ll tell you the newest gossip I got from Seungkwan.”

“I knew it! You two are so exhausting. Be thankful I love you both.” SK glared at you both.

Opening every door for you

Joshua loves to tell people he’s Seventeen’s gentleman. Well, he is. He’s particularly attentive too, especially to you. But what always warms your heart is the way he likes to open doors for you. Even if you’re walking ahead of him, his hands would always reach for the door handle first.

You would always say thank you to him at first then he said its his pleasure. Now, you two would exchange smiles when he opens doors for you.

Today you joined him and his brothers to dinner. They’re celebrating their last tour in Japan and decided to eat at a restaurant. It went great and you all had a fun time.

On your way out, you noticed that the members walked at the back while you and Josh are walking in front. Josh reached for your hands while his other hand is in his pocket. He smiled to you first before opening the door. What you both didn’t know is the other members’ plan. They all went after you, giving Josh their sweetest smiles. Your boyfriend didn’t have a choice but to continue holding the door until the last member, shaking his head while he laughs.

“You guys suck.” He said to his brothers.

“Our Joshy is so sweet. You really are a gentleman. Seventeen approved.” Cheol announced while nodding his head.

#Seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen ot13 #choi seungcheol #yoon jeonghan #joshua hong #svt scoups #svt jeonghan #svt joshua #seventeen x reader #seventeen x y/n #seventeen 95 line

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spideystevie · 1 year

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i love ur dedication and love for prompt lists. i enjoy it sm ty

my wildest dreams consist of “signing off a written correspondence with a kiss or "love"” and “nicknames” w/ steve 🫠

omg thank you!! prompt lists are my fave they're so fun. hope you like this one <3 (0.7k)

signing off a written correspondence with a kiss or “love” + nicknames [request a what are we prompt]

Mondays were arguably the worst day of the week to anybody. Steve wasn’t sure he could agree. Because Mondays meant mail. Mondays meant you.

Without fail, there’s a slap against wood flooring when the mail gets delivered right before Steve’s shift at Family Video. Envelopes and bills lay in a scattered pile in the entryway near the front door. He spots it almost immediately.

An off white envelope with his name in swooping, sloping letters etched across the back in black ink sits towards the top of the pile he picks up off the ground. His letter from you.

Being away at college made whatever weird relationship limbo you were in with Steve stretch out into something close to purgatory. It was hard being away from home, even harder being away from Steve, though the two were synonymous in your head. And while you’d promised to call as often as you could before you left, it was Steve who suggested writing.

At this point, your frequent letters back and forth were thinly camouflaged love letters. Little ways to push and prod that line between you even though most times you were both too oblivious to realize it.

Letters from you felt like a private pinky promise, a secret kept just between the two of you. Besides, no one else was receiving written correspondence from you. In fact, most of their correspondence with you was through Steve.

When he sees it, Steve stoops down to grab your envelope and leaves everything else on the ground. Like most days, he opts to tear into the letter right then and there in the middle of the entryway.

He always tries to take his time, savor each detail in each scratch of ink on paper. He’s already subconsciously memorized the way you cross your t’s and dot your i’s. He can feel his cheeks warm just from reading the heading on this one.

Dear Stevie,

I’m writing this on my break between classes to make sure I can get it mailed off in time. There’s so much I want to tell you but I’ll have to save most of it for over the phone since I have to keep this letter short.

I always love getting to read your stories of Robin and the kids. You always were the best storyteller in Hawkins. Tell Max I look forward to seeing her newest skating tricks and Lucas that I listened to, and liked, that tape he recommended! I miss everyone there all the time, not quite as much as I miss you though.

We went into the city this weekend, something about Sara wanting to check out a new mall that opened nearby. She’s quite the shopaholic but I think I’ve already mentioned that. We passed an ice cream shop while we were there and it reminded me of those god awful uniforms we had to wear at Scoops. At least you’ve lucked out with something better at the video store.

Classes are getting harder the closer we get to the end of the semester but I guess I should have expected that. I’m not sure how much time I’ll have to call but trust that I’ll make time to write. Only another month until I get to be back home and see you, I’m basically counting down the days. Miss you every day, Steve, I can’t wait to see you soon. Write fast!

Love, Y/N

Steve can’t help but dwell on the way you signed off. LoveLoveLoveLoveLove. You’d always kept it friendly, never signing off with anything that didn’t scream platonic. This was new.

His eyes scan over it again and again and again as if he’s trying to commit it to memory or trying to convince himself that it’s real. The nickname at the top, one he’d only allow you to voice, mixed with the swirly lettering of Love at the bottom is an almost deadly combination.

He’s not sure why it sends his heart into overdrive, why it makes his skin feel warm and his stomach feel giddy. All Steve knows is he might maybe actually be in love with his best friend and fuck is he in trouble.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #📝: a writes!

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AU - Petty Vengeance, Lifelong Friendship (my fic) Aka, Garroth and Laurance got into a fight, Garroth knows about Laurance’s past with the SKs, and so he asks to hang out with them out of spite. Turns out, they get along quite well.

Gene: I'm not interested in being polite or heterosexual. (He/him, pansexual)

Zenix: My gender is anger and my pronouns are fuck off and screw you. (They/them, polysexual)

Garroth: I will be the voice of reason. I just won't listen to myself sometimes. (He/him, bisexual)

Sasha: Good morning everyone! God has decided to let me live another day, and I am about to make it everyone's problem! (She/they, biromantic)

Zenix: Do you think lava would taste spicy? Garroth: Please don't eat lava. Gene: Eat some and let us know. Sasha: Actually since it's mostly made out of molten rock it would taste bland and dusty. Zenix: Thank you so much, Sash. You understand me like nobody else does.

Zenix: People ask me all the time, "Zenix, are you a boy or a girl?" I always tell them the same thing, "how dare you speak to me."

Garroth: I'm sick of the "handsome strong prince saves helpless princess." We need more "handsome strong princess saves helpless prince." Or even better, more pirates.

Gene: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, "are we about to kiss?" Gene: Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way.

Zenix: God nerfed me by making me short but as soon as I fix that I'm coming for him.

Gene: Excuse me, I have to go cause a scene.

Garroth: It’s such a beautiful evening... Zenix, throwing stones: *whispering* take that you fucking lake.

Sasha: Sometimes I wonder if it would be easier being a cat. I could just sleep all day and hiss at anyone who comes near me. Gene: You already do that anyways.

Garroth, Gene & Zenix: *screaming* Sasha: What's wrong, Gene?! Zenix: Wait, why are you asking Gene that when Garroth and I are also here? Sasha: Because Gene wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

Garroth: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it. Gene: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out. Garroth: That- Garroth: That’s not how that works.

Honorable Mention:

Dante: When I was younger, Gene told me that the paper strip that's in the chocolate kisses were edible and I ate them with the chocolate for a year. Gene: They are! Dante: REALLY? Gene: No! Why would you fall for that again?

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Dream journal, prior dreams to 10/11/23.

7/29/23

Dreamt I was at this big party at Nan and pap's but not their real house. Anyway a bunch of people I didn't know were there including some people for OpChan. The pary is fun and eventually most people go home so I'm still there cleaning up. I find Hendrix has bitten one of his claws off so I take him inside and get some paper towel cleaning off the blood and tell him to relax. Eventually as I'm walking around outside one guy I overhear is waiting for his wife to bring something. He's really upset so I give him a $2 bill from my wallet. He gives me a hug and says thanks, then I head a burning noise and he's beating up heroine on my shoulder to snort. For a second I'm shocked just that it's happening and he tells me it's cool and relax he just needs a bump. I pull back and get just enough space to wind up and punch him right in the face as hard as I can manage. Then Biff, who physically resembles a professional wrestler, flattens him. Fin.

8/3/23

Dreamt I was back in school. For some reason my sister was in the same class. It was laid out weird with students facing each other. Anyway the teacher was just walking around the room because class hadn't started yet. Someone said something about my sister's jacket, then another person pulled one of those one piece motorcycle suits out of the closet and I was thinking how much I'd like one. We all had big travel mugs (all without lids for some reason) full of pop - mine was Coca Cola.

8/5/23

I'm going through this big massive and I mean huge hospital that's also a theme park. I was there as a patient or something when I tan into Logan. He was also being discharged so we hung out. We eventually start walking around and we've gotta get past this big roller coaster. We think of just walking along the tracks but there's a section where they bend and we realize we couldn't get past that pet so we get down and go under. I realize that a bunch of people are losing their phones off the coaster and joke that you could make a decent living scrounging cell phones from here and re selling them. As I crawl around I find an Alton helmet and a Makarov too. Soon after logan walks away and I'm standing down the room as a black guy (looked like zeb c from work but wasn't him in the dream) comes around the corner. He asks me soemtning and pulls a gun and I return fire. We miss all our shots so I close knowing I've only got the one mag. I fire five shots point blank, all of which bounce off him (I knew this was a thing that could happen for some reason, like I was in a video game). I start running when he pulls an electric corded drill that's plugged into nothing but still works. I put on my Alton helmet and start running when I see an unloaded SKS. I grab it as I run and turn around and stick him with the bayonet but he's still coming. I get under a section of rollercoaster and use it like a wall as he keeps coming after me and I stab at him from under it. He produces an axe or machete and I dodge his swings as I keep stabbing. I'm yelling for Logan but he's long gone just walked away. Prior to this I was making some chicken sandwiches at home but home was sort of circular - like the rooms were all in a line around something. Like the outside of a spinning top toy. The fighting part was very tarkov like I guess?

8/20/23

awoke from a nightmare in the first time in I can't remember when. I was working at some fast food joint. I was helping in the dishwashing for some reason or something like that when some people arrived. One of them, a woman, kept making weird comments like she was gonna do something bad to me. Eventually she does that thing cops do where they put like one arm behind your back and keeps firmly telling me to "mix with the floor" while she's trying to push me down to make me part of the floor. Woke up with an actual "aah!" Prior in this dream I saw a friend I hadn't seen in a while (he moved).

8/22/23

Last night I dreamt that I was talking with some people (I can't remember where - I think it was a classroom) and I said that most people shouldn't climb Mount Everest, and that because it's such an exceptional mountain, only the most exceptional of climbers can climb it, and that's why the only people who've climbed Mount Everest that anyone should bother talking about are people who did it without oxygen tanks.

8/28/23

I was in some sort of steppe town or something. It's sort of segued from another dream which is important to know. I was me but my family wasn't my irl family, and the family I was visiting were some sort of semi distant relation (I'll say cousij for the sake of brevity). Anyway, I'm told that my little cousin is being bullied really badly by these other kids, and the family are sort of known assholes. The village is really hill-y, almost like something out of mount and blade. So I'm walking up the steps to assholes' house and the family patriarch is this guy I know named Art. I tell him very nicely because art is a nice guy that his grandkids need to be nicer and he throws his hands up and says "oh great just kill me now, they're so damn dramatic just talk to them yourself" so I say okay. My cousins' bullies are all like ten years old but they're little fucking shithead half breeds. Im with my baby cousin telling her to fight this one kid giving her trouble. She won't because there's like four of them. So I'm somehow now upstairs in these people's house and I'm talking to them. I'm there by myself, my cousin is back out in the car. I pulled out my carry gun and dropped the mag, cleared the chamber and held one in my hand and said "This is a 115 grain hornady critical defense hollow point. That means when I shoot you for fucking with my cousin more, this little thing makes a fist sized hole in your mongrel nigger body (these people all looked vaguely Asian so I don't know why I called them niggers). I would really prefer if we could solve this all peacefully. We don't have to love each other but I don't want to have to kill you." So the little shit kids sorta grumble and leave and one of them who's sorta their leader I guess gets all shucking and jiving and pulls out a weird ass pistol magazine but no gun and then leaves. I immediately interpret this as a threat. I go downstairs, recalling I have an AUG in the car which is a lot hotter than a handgun. As I get Downstairs I run into my irl friend Dalton who's just like, coming into town or something (I think the bully family lived in the Inn or something idk). Thankfully Dalton is based and I tell him I may be in deep shit, "might have to kill a motherfucker today," and need him to watch and cover me while I get to my car. Just have him watch and be looking for trouble, not actually drawn and firing the whole time. He goes fuck yeah dude anything you need and I say thanks. So I take a deep breath and walk outside down the little hill and get into the back of the car (me and a couple family members were traveling together I guess). My AUG is right there in the back seat so I somehow roll the back window down, tell them to drive now, and watch out the back window with the rifle as we drive away. I vaguely recall how I got the AUG. in the dream before this, I was in some sort of big war. It was weird because I knew it was video game like, but it felt like it was still important. Like we respawned and everything but it was still real war idk. I had a basically bone stock AUG after trading a comfy-to-me decked out M4 for it (which is odd because I wouldn't do that). Then the game ended and I sorta got in my car and left and that's how I ended up visiting my cousins or whatever in the steppe town.

8/29/23

Dreamt I was spending some time with Katharina. She says we have to "have a hard conversation." Oh no. She then goes on to explain how every paycheck, we'll each put $50 of it into our savings accounts. Several minutes later I ask her "I don't mean to sound like an asshole but I'm not sure I understand how that counts as a difficult conversation; could you clarify for me?" And then I woke up.

9/4/23

Dreamt I was watching a pro wrestling pay per view with two friends both of whom are women. One who I could see a future with, Katharina, that would be very good and the other who's just hot, Adina. Katharina tells me she's gonna head out, aww but okay. Adina tells me we can get the PPV at her place and go back and watch it. Oh yippee. Start heading back to hers but to get there we have to go through this massively convoluted public transport thing. I'm talking like one of those weird ass paintings with upside down staircases. Also includes you know that brand lime? In my dream they own large spaces people need to get through so they create floors with sections that move in opposite directions and you pay to make them stop, but only for you somehow. I just ran over it and kept myself from falling. Some old lady told me I should've paid and I called her a cunt sucker (as in a cunt and a sucker). Got separated from Adina somehow but I figured we would just meet back up. All of a sudden Kat taps me on the shoulder and says hi, weird seein each other here still. Says she got turned around at one of the stations and finally got back on the right staircase or whatever it was. I'm telling you this public transport system was fucking nutty. I say let's walk together, we're going in the same direction for a while. She smiles and says sure, sounds nice. So we do and she says something about how it's so nice to see me again and I say likewise. We kiss out of nowhere as we walk and keep doing so. We make it to the next stairway (still going same direction) and walk by it and sit down at this little bench next to it and I sit down and she sorta stands in front of me but leans against me. We both start to cry and say we love each other. Kiss again. Then I woke up.

9/18/23

I was walking around some sort of big grocery store with James and Alex and someone else. The other person mr and James had shopping carts Alex was doing his own thing. I kept telling the other person to slow down. I finally gave her my cart since it had nothing in it and took hers which had stuff in it and moved my few things from her cart tto mine since I had a few things in her cart. I told her to slow down and I don't shop so fast. Then I can't remember what happened to the cart but I was running around this giant open air freezer action ice skating on my feet and saw Alex and said hey.

My sister had built a set out of foam cups and craft supplies. It was just her and the cats and me. We were playing dungeons and dragons but I didn't know. For some reason I smashed it once. She was very upset. The next day I was fighting with the cats about my behavior and I told them I would not be lectured to by a fucking cat. I sat down with my sister and smashed something again. This was because nobody had told me we were playing a game and I can't understate how much that fucked with me. She was even more upset this time and I couldn't find her to apologize. We were in some sort of temple and somehow playing that DND game was going to get us a scroll. One of the guys I was playin with said I didn't deserve to get the benefits of tnt a roll because of my behavior and I agreed. They were runes they taught us about elemental bending in them and I was sort of like the avatar I think. I didn't get the benefits of it and instead the camera zoomed out and I saw him give someone the tubes for death instead of earth.

9/30/23

I was walking through this sparse woods (low density of trees but still not a clearing or anything) to find my friends with an AK. I was just looking for them because we got separated but I wasn't anxious or anything. So I'm walking with the rifle slung with one hand on it just to keep it from banging into me as I walk and I get to a small ridge overlooking a valley. (The more I think about it, the more I think I actually know this place - it's a few mile hike behind my house.) So I get to the ridgeline and look down and my friends are just chilling in the valley sitting down maybe 70 yards away. Before I can call out this bear walking on two legs runs into the camp and starts trying to kill them. I lay prone and dump the rifle at the bear and kill it. Drop the mag and reload, scan for a second, and it's clear. Scoot down the ridge to my friends and despite the bear at one point having someone in its jaws swinging them around everyone is unharmed and super chill. Not denying it happened but like "yeah it's over so everything is cool now. "Oh and I found it weird how everyone was so chill, but I sorta figured "well yeah I suppose it is over with so no reason still being anxious about it"

10/3/23

First I'm out hiking with a friend. I'm standing a few steps up on the stairs to this fire tower almost with a ranger and my buddy Griff is walking a bit away. Suddenly this rabbis opossum looking thing comes up and starts trying to attack us. I look at the ranger and he's all sad but says I've gotta shoot it. I do and feel bad so I decide to bury it. Ranger says he doesn't have a shovel but there's a trowel somewhere so I walk his little campsite complete with garden and try to find it. Eventually I do right as Griff gets back.

Next thing I'm on some sort of military base with friends as a civilian. At one point there's this really nasty ruck sack, but like a framed one, that has a port in it that everyone is laughing at and smelling because it smells horrid. We're all hanging out in this almost loading dock type area having a good time with a woman loads up and smacks me across the face hard. I ask her what the fuck and she says we've all got to LEAVE! There's suddenly an alarm blaring and nobody has any idea what's going on. I turn back after a few steps to make sure I've got my CC but I don't find my keys. We're all separated in the exiting but brought back together outside the building. Nobody is told what's going on but a bunch of people exiting the building are wearing OD T shirts and multicam pants, some of whom it looks right on and others it doesn't, and issued weapons. Nobody I know is part of that group including some people I know either in the dream or in real life are good at that shit. So we're all sort of milling about trying to figure out what's going on when my friend Griff gets mad at being so bored and takes a stick and throws it. He's sort of a floor above me but it's this weird construction site type deal where there's a bunch of it as like, scaffolding. But the good metal scaffolding. So I look up and he's part of a chain of people. He asks if I know jiu jitsu, and I say only what I've seen on UFC so no I don't want to be a part of. Whatever is going on because I'll just hold people back being unable to hold my own. He goes nah don't worry it's not like that, we're just having some fun so I say fuck it sure why not. Next thing I know a bunch of us are standing on a big circle drawn on the ground. Were told that we each have to push one person out of the ring using whatever fighting style we want. Everyone is on their own and everyone starts at once and the round ends once half the players have been pushed out. First bell rings and I don't have a target at the beginning but nobody's going after me. I pick out one kid, middling thin Asian guy, and bull rush him, grab him by the waist in a bear hug, and basically just keep bull rushing him out of the ring. Easy peasy. Bell rings and that's the end of round one. Those of us who won return to the circle line for round two. The whole time there's this sense of... Dread. Like we're playing games in a death camp to pass the time, but not so certain. More of "what the fuck is going on we might as well find a game to play because nobody is going to tell us anything." I remember in the dream having this feeling of a bomb, and the date having something to do with 9/11 but not being 9/11 - maybe it was just "is this going to be another date like 9/11 that people just know". Anyway, right before the bell rang for round two, I woke up.

#dream-journal

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Gog-ruto by Hamm-Ram

Anime » Naruto Rated: K, English, Humor & Family, Naruto U., Hinata H., Boruto U., Sarada U., Words: 1k+, Favs: 43, Follows: 19, Published: Nov 30, 2020

This is a cute story I came up with while watching Naruto Shippuden

"Mom, I'm home!" Boruto said. "Sarada's here too."

"I'm in the attic!" Hinata said. "I'm going through some stuff. Could you come help me?"

"Sure! Wanna help, Sarada?"

"Why not? Mom's working late tonight."

So the two of them went up to the attic, finding Boruto's mom Hinata Hyuga Uzumaki lifting a heavy box.

"Thanks for helping me, sweetie. You too, Sarada-chan."

"No problem, Mrs. Uzumaki. We were going to go hang out with everyone, but decided to help you out."

"Yeah. You work hard, so I should help out. Also, if I didn't, Sarada and I might have fallen for the old crash trap."

"Yeah, I probably would've done that."

"What's the crash trap?"

"It's when mom knocks over a bunch of stuff, and I come up here to make sure she's okay and then she traps me."

"You'd think you'd stop falling for that."

"Hey, I hear someone in trouble, I help. I always realize it too late."

"It's true, he does. He always forgets about it till after he's trapped."

As they all continued sifting through the attic to clean and sort through some stuff, Sarada found a box with Naruto's face on it.

"Is this Lord Seventh's?" Sarada asked.

"Oh, yes. That's everything from his old apartment."

"That's all dad had?"

"Well, your father was treated unfairly by the villagers because of Kurama."

"Kurama?"

"That's what dad calls the fox."

"Well, that is the fox's name. Anyway, your father, being an orphan, didn't have a whole lot of things. He managed the bare essentials, but not much else."

"So goggles are bare essentials?" Boruto asked as he pulled out a pair of faded green goggles.

Hinata gasped as she took them.

"Oh my goodness. I haven't seen these in years. You know, before Iruka-sensei gave Naruto his headband, your father wore these all the time. He stopped wearing them after becoming a genin. They were a defining feature of his. Well, that and his cute whiskers. I loved stroking those and even licking them when he made lo-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa mom! TMI!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Boruto. I just got caught up in my reminiscence."

"So dad stopped wearing these?" Boruto asked. He took a moment to look at the mirror in the attic and put the goggles on.

"Oh, you look just like your father. I have to get a picture!"

"Whoa, mom!"

"Don't worry. It's just for the family."

"Okay, fine." So Boruto let his mom take a picture. However, he heard two clicks. "Mom, did you double-click again?"

"No, I don't think so."

Boruto turned to the only other person in the room, who had her phone out.

"Sorry, couldn't resist. Don't worry. I'll only show my mom." 'And Chocho.'

"Sarada give me that phone right now!"

"Make me, Gog-ruto."

"That's it!"

Sarada ran toward the door as Boruto chased after her, leaving Hinata alone.

"Ah, young love. I should send this to Naruto."

"Sarada get back here and give me that phone!"

"No way!"

It wasn't just because of the picture she just took of him. She had quite a few pictures of him, including some that required some creativity to take. No way was he gonna let him see those pictures.

Once downstairs, Boruto grunted as he searched for Sarada. He passed by Himawari's room.

"Himawari, have you seen Sarada?"

"Yeah, yesterday I saw her at the store and-"

"Today. Have you seen her in the last couple minutes?"

"Oh. No, I haven't." Himawari smiled as Boruto continued to walk.

"Okay." Boruto started walking until stepping back. "Wait a second. Why does that stuffed bear have Sarada's phone and glasses?" Suddenly the stuffed bear in question threw a mini paper bomb at him. Not enough to do damage but enough to stun him as it turned into Sarada and ran out. "GET BACK HERE!"

Sarada and Boruto bolted out of the house as Himawari came out.

"What were those things on big brother's head?"

-20 seconds later a mile away-

"I wish I was skinnier," Chocho said walking with Inojin and Shikadai and eating chips. "How am I supposed to find my prince charming with this?"

"Well, maybe your prince will prefer rounded women," Inojin said.

"Dude, you have got to cool it with the brutal honesty," Shikadai said. "Learn some tact. Besides, Chocho, my dad said that to keep your dad from being self-conscious about his weight, their sensei would call him 'pleasantly plump'."

"Maybe but- Oh, there's Sarada. Hey Sarada, do you think I'm-?"

"Can't talk! Running!" Sarada said as she jumped over Chocho.

"And people call me rude. Why is she running?"

"SARADA UCHIHA GIVE ME THAT PHONE!" Inojin was bowled over as Boruto bolted(hehe) toward Sarada.

"That answer your question?" Chocho said.

"Did anyone else see something on Boruto's head, or was it just me?" Shikadai asked.

"How is this father?" Metal Lee asked about to attempt the dancing leaf shadow when he was bowled over.

"Son! Are you alright?"

"Fine, but I think I saw Boruto wearing goggles."

"Okay, I'm taking you to the hospital."

-15 seconds later-

"Being a teacher is a lot harder than I thought, but Kurenai-sensei believes in me, so I must do the same," Shino said. He saw a huge dust cloud and saw two of his students running. They zoomed right by, confusing him. "What was that about?"

-10 minutes later-

"I think I lost him," Sarada said, sitting on top of Naruto's stone head. Then she patted her side but didn't feel her phone. "Oh no, where is it?"

"Give me that phone now so I can erase that picture!" Boruto shouted from behind her.

"I don't have it! I must've dropped it. Also, you do realize you chased me here wearing those goggles?"

Boruto touched his head, and paled as he realized she was right before pocketing the goggles.

"What? They were dad's. Now let's find your phone."

"What not gonna stick your hand in my pockets?"

"Nah, you wouldn't lie about that. Also, if I did, I'd have a one-way express ticket to Shikadai's uncle's."

"You got that right."

-Meanwhile in the office-

Naruto sighed as he signed another form for some reason. He was glad to have Shikamaru around to help him. Naruto heard his phone beep.

"It's a picture from Hinata," Naruto said.

"What, is she sending you pictures in her lingerie now?" Shikamaru asked as Naruto checked, going wide eyed before smiling.

"I had forgotten all about those."

"About what?" Naruto showed Shikamaru the picture, making him chuckle. "Wow. I haven't seen those in so long either. Looks like you did, but less whiskers and smarter."

"Really? You had to go there?"

"Hey, you were the one who goofed off."

"Fair enough."

-five hours later at the Uchiha home-

"Ugh, I can't believe I lost my phone," Sarada said as she reached for the handle. "Mom is going to kill me." She walked inside, and saw her mother in the kitchen. "Hi mom. Sorry I'm late."

"Well, you know you should've called me. Then again, I guess that would've been tough without... this!"

"My phone!" Sarada rushed over and grabbed it. "Oh, thank you mom! Where did you find it?"

"I didn't find it."

"Then who did?"

"That would be me," a male voice said, causing Sarada to turn around and see her father. "I was walking here when I spotted it on the ground. It had our clan's symbol on it, so I assumed it was yours."

"Thanks, dad."

"No problem. I was surprised by that picture."

"What picture?" Sakura asked. Sarada pulled it up on her phone and showed it to Sakura. "Wow. Naruto's old goggles? I can't believe he still had them."

"Guess he couldn't get rid of them," Sasuke said.

-meanwhile back at the Uzumaki house-

"Man, that was exhausting. Can't believe-hmm?" He got a text on his phone. "Oh, cool Sarada found her phone. That's a relief." Boruto opened the door, and got tackled by his sister. "Hey, Himawari, you look excited."

"Yeah, because Daddy's here."

"What?" Boruto entered the dining room, seeing Naruto sitting at the dinner table. "How do I know you're not just a shadow clone?"

"Boruto, how rude!"

"It's fine, Hinata. It's only natural. No, Boruto, I assure you I'm not a shadow clone. I was able to finish work early, and come home for dinner."

"Really?"

"Hey, if you don't believe me, feel free to hit me anywhere."

"Nah." Boruto sat down, and they all started eating. Five minutes of silence and Boruto noticed his father staring at him. "What?"

"Could you put them on? I wanna see for myself." Himawari was confused, but Boruto understood what his father wanted. So he reached into his pocket, and pulled out Naruto's goggles before putting them on himself. "Hmm. I think I made them work better."

"Say what? How can anyone make these goggles look good? Goggles are so lame."

"Hey, they were in style back then. Besides, you try finding a cool look when you're kicked out of every store."

Hinata and Himawari laughed at the father and son banter, bringing some livelyness to the table. When the goggles would be worn again no one knows.

-meanwhile in the afterlife-

"Rin, you don't think goggles are lame do you?" Obito asked.

"Of course not. You made them work."

"Thanks."

so how'd y'all like that cute little story? I had the idea for a while. just a little fun idea to make Boruto a little closer to Naruto.

#boruto fanfiction

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thegnmsolution · 2 years

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A member of the Alberta legislature discusses his personal experience with vaccine injury

This is Shane Clayton Getson, a member of the Alberta legislature discussing his personal experience with vaccine injury after taking the covid 19 "vaccination". If you have experienced a vaccine related injury, you are welcome to write to him. If you work in the health care system, you are as well invited to write to him if you feel the need. This is his Facebook profile www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100057806990494&sk=about I was asked a while back from a lady who is making a Documentary on what happened during covid and those who were impacted negatively by the vaccine, if I’d share my own personal story with her. I obliged. I felt persecuted not only by the opposition, the news papers, heck even by some long time friends and family because I never disclosed my personal medical history and “Vaccine Status”. The video was shot back in February, there have been a few updates since then…. I’ll fill those in later, with a follow up video. I now have a vaccine exception letter, thanks to the Docs who are doing what is right by folks…and addressing the elephant in the room. *I am hopeful that the medical Community will soon do the right thing* and have and open forum to address the real issues. There are a number of folks out there with new health issues…and they are going to need help. Many are slugging it out on their own. The travel restriction policies that are still in place when it comes to the US border, and the constraints imposed by the Canadian federal government simply are out of touch. They seem to be more focused on compliance than on health at this point from what I’ve observed, and they have created a cast system for our own citizens in the process . The virus has changed so so much since the vaccine was developed…and most folks have had covid now at this point, that to me it’s simply blue on black to keep pushing the original vaccines as a policy…for travel / employment. *The vaccine as designed has little to no real effect according to the manufactures own documents for the strains that are in circulation currently.* People have to make their own choices, and I support that. Just make sure you are doing it with eyes wide open! *There are real risks, *and the outcomes are more and more common…there have been a large number of folks who have thanked me for sharing my own story, in writing and informally. My issues were minor compared to many that I have heard from others…and to those folks hang in there, you are not suffering alone. There are some very good docs out there trying to sort this out, and I believe the tide will turn again in the favour quite frankly of the general public, so folks can deal with thier new founded health issues. For those that asked for my opinions on if I would have kids take it, I’m no doc, but given the circumstances I’ve gone though, and people I’ve heard from…. *not a snowballs chance in hell would I have kids take this*, especially given where we are at right now. We are going to have to live with covid, and it would also appear, the number of adverse effects from the vaccines, even though there are a number who still don’t want to address the elephant in the room. I want nothing more than to put this behind us, but I see far too many issues out there to turn a blind eye…. we need to learn from mistakes, not put our heads in the sand. We need to make sure that folks who need help can get it. Check the egos at the door, and drop the stigmas, *that elephant is going to be seen by everyone real soon.* *Video www.facebook.com/100057806990494/videos/783945276124727*

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Hi! How are you? I hope you are great, so, this is my first time asking in English, so i'm sorry if there are any grammatical errors \(^-^)/ , can i request a one-shot where viktor's reader is pregnant, so she is suffering from physical pain and viktor tries too comfort her? be free to ignore this if you want too <3

A/N: Thank you so much:)) I'm doing rather okay, a bit tired, but my head is swirling with fic ideas. Never apologize for writing in a language that's not your native one. I'm not a native English speaker, so I don't worry about it:) I had a blast thinking about this and just playing out the scenario in my head was just gahh so cute🥺🤘 But idk if this was exactly what you meant:( It's a bit more reader taking care of Vik rather than the other way around.

𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 !𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

It was like any other day in the lab – Viktor on one side of the room, looking over Jayce‘s rushed calculations, double-checking the messy scribble, his partner was on the other one, having no issue with Viktor‘s cursive. It was quiet, maybe a click of the abacus being used, and a scratch of paper underneath the pens breaking the stillness. But a sudden push of the door and the quick stride of their assistant completely removed any possibility of focused silence. Sky was out of breath, clearly having run to the lab, her curls falling out of the neat bun.

“Viktor!” Sky huffed out – her lungs protested and made her breathe in a couple of times, before speaking again. Viktor and Jayce were looking concerned over at their assistant, both leaving their seats and making their way to the bent over woman.

“Sk-?” Jayce started, trying to prompt her to speak, but the messenger cut him off, revealing the reason for her haste.

“(Y/n), she- she’s in the hospital.”

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Viktor burst through the hospital’s doors, rushing with a surprising amount of vigour towards the receptionist’s desk, his cane rhythmically clinking against the marble floor. The man’s eyes were wide, over-taken with fear for his wife. He came to a stop in front of the desk, a middle-aged woman sitting behind it, her hair in a bun and red-rimmed glasses greeted him with a smile, “How can I-?”

“I’m here for (Y/n) (L/n). I’m her husband,” Viktor blurted out, his jaw tense, almost gritting his teeth from the tension in his mind – he was already losing feeling in his fingers, from how tight they were grasping the metal cane. The receptionist in front of him took a couple of papers that were strewn around the desk, rustling through the pages, sliding one under the other. In those seconds Viktor made a conscious decision to relax his fingers, choosing to impatiently drum them against his cane. The rhythm was from an opera they went to: (Y/n) said that it was the prettiest song out of the entire opera, though Viktor thinks she liked it mostly for it being the last song of the day. Either way she would sing the song under her nose, while preparing them lunch for the rest of the week, sometimes if Viktor was having a restless night, she would rearrange the song to sound like a lullaby.

The woman in front of him, finally found the page she was looking for, a satisfied hum leaving her lips, while her eyes ran down the long column of patients admitted that day, stopping at the morning admittees.

“Ms. (Y/n) (L/n) – that will be room 313,” The moment the last syllable hit Viktor’s ears, the man was out of sight, moving towards the elevator, hitting the buttons even before all of his limbs were safely inside, the silver detailed and engraved doors almost clamping down on the inventor’s good leg.

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“No, Leon, I didn’t ‘gobble the baby up.’” As Viktor made his way towards the room, he heard a familiar laughter, that had enamoured him from the first time they met: he was reading outside of the Academy grounds, in a quaint cafe, since professor Heimendinger had asked Viktor to grab something sweet for the class. She of course was working a shift there, making coffee, that Viktor had to spit out for his own safety – coffee shouldn’t taste as three-year-old tilapia. Luckily, after that incident (Y/n) never made coffee for him again. But she was great at baking, always making a batch of cookies for the week.

The door was slightly ajar, and Viktor, unnoticed by anyone, slipped into the room, choosing to stand further away from the scene in front of him: a window that allowed the warm sunrays to fall in the room, a couple of seats for visitors and a comfortable bed, (Y/n) in it and surrounded by a group of kids, some taller ones, though none of them reached higher than (Y/n)’s thigh, sitting on the edge of the bed, other’s just standing.

“But, Ms. (L/n), how could a baby end up in your tummy, if you didn’t eat it?” A girl with big brown eyes and curly black hair looked at her teacher, her eyebrows scrunched in a confused manner. Viktor remembered her sitting in the first row, when he and Jayce did a little presentation on what working and studying in the academy was like. She was a very out-spoken girl, taking notes of what they were saying and asking a lot of questions. Viktor at first couldn’t even believe that Rosie was a year younger than her class. But after hearing her presentation on what invention she would make if she worked in the academy, which was a teddy bear that could walk around and join her tea parties, he understood. Though Viktor couldn’t deny, after hearing the pitch, he would have funded that girl’s endeavours – she definitely had a gift for speaking.

“Well, Rosie, babies, you could say, are carriers of love. They tend to come down here, when two people love each other and want to create something together,” (Y/n) answered, smiling at her student.

“I would have to dis-,” Viktor’s voice rang out, the scientist in him wanting to explain the process. But one raised eyebrow from his wife, told him to maybe save the biology lesson for five years in the future, “agree. I’d have to agree.” Viktor smiled sheepishly over at her. While he was beyond worried, his heart was beating more than it should be considered healthy, he kept a calm demeanour. The kids didn’t need to worry, especially as their herd were barrelling towards him, all cheering his name and trying to get his attention on them first.

“Hello, children,” Viktor was able to say before, the questions and squeaks surged in, the cacophony strangely comforting in the hospital room.

“Mr. Viktor! Ow, watch it, bozzo!”

“Get your feet off of me, big foot!”

“Mr. Viktor! Mr. Viktor! Did you know that horses sleep standing up?” Leon, a little blonde kid asked, his hands grasping at Viktor’s pant leg.

“Oh yes, I’ve heard th-”

“Yeah, they do it to be safe from prebidors!” Leon cut him off, brown eyes shinning with adoration for the scientist, waiting for Viktor’s usual ‘fascinating’ or ‘ingenious.’

“It’s pre-di-tors, Leon,” Rosie corrected him, making her way near her best friend.

“That’s what I said, Ro,” Leon defended himself.

“Mr. Viktor! Did you know that sharks don’t have bones?” Another voice rang out, maybe it was Belton?

“Instead, they have cartilage, no?” Viktor asked, though the question wasn’t directed at anyone specific, rather to anyone who was willing to her him.

“Oh, Mr. V, I can do a cartwheel, like sharks!”

“No, no, Lucy, I meant cartilage.”

“Did you know that ladybugs, aren’t all ladies?”

“Okay, kids, I think, we should leave Ms. (L/n) and Mr. Viktor alone for a bit,” Leena, (Y/n)’s assistant, interrupted the avalanche of information, which did, in fact, halt, but big owl-lie eyes were looking at Viktor expectantly, waiting. Those kids were absolutely enamoured by the statuesque man in front of them.

“Mr. Viktor did you know?” Leon repeated his questions, the rare one Viktor was able to pick out from all of the voices.

If not for the situation at hand, he wouldn’t have minded listening to more of their thoughts and questions, but the man really needed to find out what happened. But gazing at the ten pairs of eyes looking at him expectantly, Viktor couldn’t deny them his appraisal. Truly, he was astonished at the facts they told him, not so much that he didn’t know the information already, but that the kids wanted to share it with him.

Viktor bent down as much as he could, so that he was eye-level with the kids. “Fascinating,” he grinned at them, before picking out a random pouch of marbles and screws he had and giving it to them. The moment was like a little secret between them, as the children stood closer in a circle to see what was in the pouch. “How about you build something tomorrow, hmm?”

That seemed to be enough for the children to lose interest in sharing their knowledge with Viktor, instead beginning a conversation between themselves about the possibilities of that little velvet pouch.

“Come on, let’s go kids,” Leena repeated herself, this time her tone stricter, and with their idol’s approval of their knowledge and a gift, the kids listened, continuing to babble about the project at hand on the way, one by one shouting a ‘Goodbye Ms. (L/n)’ and ‘Get better, Ms. (L/n).’

“You really made an impression on them – every day they pull out at least three new facts. I think I’ll be eligible for a science degree by the end of the year,” (Y/n) giggled.

The corner of Viktor’s lip tugged up for a minute, almost prideful of the impact he had on those kids, before the reality of the situation came back to him – his wife at the hospital. Viktor’s amber eyes were running over his wife’s frame, looking for any obvious signs of injury, stepping closer to where she was laying.

“Is everything okay? Is the baby…” Viktor was now standing besides her, his long, nimble fingers hovering over the forming bump, almost as if he was scared that his touch would disturb the little ball.

“Vik, we’re fine, it was nothi-” She started, but- “Nothing?! Родна́я(‘Rodnaya’), you’re at the hospital, I don’t think it’s nothing,” Viktor looked at her, his eyes slightly squinted, sarcasm shining in his honey eyes and his hand back at his side.

“Love, it’s okay, I just felt a bit faint, and Leena overreacted,” She explained, not wanting to get into a spat with his over-bearing paternal feelings. “Faint? Do you feel nauseous, does anything hurt, is the baby okay?” Scratch that, maternal ones. She understood his worries, but sometimes it would get too much.

“Vytia, we’re okay,” (Y/n) reassured him again, before looking at him with doll-like eyes and a little pout, “Though I wouldn’t mind some cuddling…”

“Why are you taking this so lightly? What if it’s something bad or-,”

“But we’re okay! Why are you so worried, I’m telling you, we are okay!” The woman was getting increasingly aggravated at his stubbornness to fuss over such a miniscule thing.

“Because I don’t know what else I can do!” He finally huffed out, avoiding her eyes.

“You can cuddle me!” (Y/n) exclaimed, “It’s medically proven to the best form of medicine.”

“I have never heard of such research,” Viktor looked back up at her again.

“Well, you can always conduct the experiment yourself,” She gave him a teasing smile, before replacing it with a pout, “Please, Vik… I’m cold…”

“I don’t see how I could warm you up,” Viktor raised and eyebrow at her, knowing perfectly well that he was nothing but chilly and cold – perfect for hot summers, terrible for cold winters.

“I’ll get hypothermia hot flashes,” She answered with a dead-pan expression.

“Hilarious,” Viktor mirrored his wife’s look.

“Viiiiikktoooooor!” (Y/n) frowned, not happy how her husband wasn’t putty in her hands.

“Sometimes, I feel like I already have a baby,” He grumbled, but making his way towards the bed, a smile forming on her lips.

“Try living with a certified toddler,” She quipped back, a smile stretched over her features as her husband finally wrapped his arms around her.

“I have Jayce,” Viktor retorted, placing his head under her chin, one of his hand’s finally resting on her stomach, running his fingers over the shirt-covered skin.

“Try having Jayce and you,” Always one to have the last word.

A silence followed that – one enjoying being encircled in one’s hands, the other swimming in his own head, thoughts entering and leaving, leaving muddy doubts in their wake. Viktor loved the idea of starting a family with her, he had since the day he realised he loved her, but it didn’t make the ordeal any less terrifying. Yes, he had read all the paternity and child-care books at the library, and he understood the theory perfectly, but still there were so many ways he could fuck up. This wasn’t one of his experiments he could pick up again, if he screwed up, his kid would have to suffer the consequences.

“Vik? What are you thinking about?” She asked, her voice low, keeping the peaceful aura of the room intact, while bringing Viktor out of his thoughts.

“I-,” The man started, before cutting himself off, taking in a deep breath, contemplating whether to share or avoid the topic. “What if- what if I won’t be a good father?” It felt like a boulder had been rolled off his shoulders – the thought still rang through, but at least now he could share his doubts with someone.

“What do you mean?” (Y/n) asked, slightly sitting up, trying to catch his eyes – her own scrunched in confusion.

“Well, I won’t be able to carry them around and throw them in the air, and I’ll most likely bore them, an-”

“Shut the hell up, stupid,” (Y/n)’s hands grasped his cheeks, turning his face, forcing him to look at her, laying a kiss on his lips. It was calming to feel how her lips grazed his, how warm they felt against his and most importantly how filled with love it was.

“My degrees would argue on that,” Viktor mumbled through the kiss.

“Yeah, well my doctorate on child psychology and development also doesn’t agree,” She countered, slowly parting from his lips, but keeping her hands on the side of his face. “Vik, kids don’t care about their father’s physical capabilities, they care about their presence and attention.” (Y/n) said, looking deeply into her husband’s eyes, brushing her finger over a crease between his eyebrows. “And besides, I have a feeling our kid is gonna be nuts about screws and bolts,” She cracked a smile, bumping her nose against Viktor’s. He, in turn, closed his eyes, resting his forehead against (Y/n)’s, just breathing the moment in.

“(Y/n)?” The still moment paused, the voice of Viktor’s lab partner drifting through.

“Jayce,” (Y/n) smiled at him, still holding Viktor close to her.

“Hey, how are you holding up?” Jayce asked, taking one of the chairs and bringing it to the other side of the bed.

“We’re okay, Jay,” (Y/n) answered, a smile still on her features, though the sleepless spell present on her eyes.

“You know, Vik, for someone who uses a cane, you move fast,” Jayce joked, his own bags showing how much the boys worked in the lab.

“I have my moments,” Viktor mumbled, almost as if he was refusing to let go of that peaceful moment they had. Even with a blush on his cheeks, Viktor didn’t mind Jayce seeing them like this – while never being one for public display of affection, he didn’t care who would see them like this together, she was his and he was hers. He heard (Y/n) and Jayce discussing work and how they were doing, most likely talking about Viktor, sharing embarrassing stories of him: how he hates vegetables, or how Viktor was walking all day around the academy with an ink splotch on his nose, angry at some sort of miscalculation Jayce did and no one told him about it, since they were too intimidated by the usually calm man having smoke pour out of his ears.

“Ms. (L/n)?” Their laugh died down, even Viktor peeled his eyes open to look who came in.

“Doctor,” (Y/n) smiled at the woman. Viktor was now wide and aware, sitting up in bed, one arm gently resting behind (Y/n), looking over the doctor in her white coat, giving a nod her way.

“We have your blood test results and everything seems in order, except for slightly lower iron levels,” The doctor explained, a kind smile on her features, though that didn’t ease Viktor’s worries. Seeing his frame stiffen the doctor rushed to add, “It’s nothing serious, easily reversable, but that might have caused the faintness.”

“Should we take supplements for this?” Viktor inquired; his worries slightly eased.

“Oh no need, a simple change in diet should increase your iron levels – dried fruit and nuts, more beans and chickpeas and you should be okay,” The woman smiled at them, writing something on her clipboard, before handing it to (Y/n), “Here.” It was a list of foods high in iron – types of fruits and vegetables, legumes and meats.

“Thank you, Doctor,” Viktor nodded, already listing of recipes he could try at making for his wife.

“No worries,” The doctor smiled, getting ready to leave the room before (Y/n) called out to her, “Oh Doc, before I forget, is there any medical research into the benefits of cuddling?”

“Well, I- I myself haven’t looked that closely into it, but I do know that any sort of physical touch from a loved one relieves stress, anxiety, physical pains and such,” The physician answered, at first slightly taken aback by the question, before seeing a growing smirk on her patient’s face and how smugly she turned to look at her partner.

“See?” (Y/n) triumphantly looked over to Viktor, a grin spread wide. “Thank you, Doctor,” She added.

“No problem, I’ll have your discharge papers ready in a bit,” The doctor smiled back at the couple, making her way towards the exit, closing the doors behind her.

“Research into the benefits of cuddling?” Jayce questioned; eyes slightly squinted looking over at his friend.

“Shut up, Jayce,” Viktor grumbled moving up to gather (Y/n)’s bag.

“He’s just grumpy I was right,” She explained to Jayce a proud smirk looking at her husband.

“About cuddling?” Viktor’s partner asked, now even more confused.

“Yeah,” (Y/n) nodded, her hands wrapping around Viktor’s as he helped her get up from bed.

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jeojahari · 3 years

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03 | kiss it better | myg

🠒 summary: you're one of the lucky ones, everyone else tells you. finding your soulmate the day you turn 18 isn't something that happens to a lot of people... but you and your other half are going to have to make a lot of progress to be able to tolerate each other.

or, you and yoongi can feel everything the other feels, and you're hell bent on causing each other pain.

🠒 pairing: yoongi x reader

🠒 genre: angst, fluff, e2l!au, soulmates!au, college au, crack?

🠒 warnings: profanity, implied smut

🠒 word count: 1.9K

🠒 notes: Y'ALL i can't with you guys thank you so much oh my gosh 🥺❤️❤️ thank you so much for sticking with this! *is very honored and touched* hope you enjoy this chapter :D

also! from here on out i'm going to start putting in parts from yoongi's pov too so y'all can get an idea of what's going on in his head c:

also, just a little shout out to an anon whom i got a very comforting, uplifting message from... thank you so much anon! this part is going to be last-minute dedicated to you ❤️❤️

part 03: three roses

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Yoongi’s only met you two days ago, and yet he can’t get you off his mind.

“It’s probably just a soulmate thing,” his roommate tells him, typing away at his laptop — the paper is due in half an hour, and he is rushing to get it done. Procrastination has time and again proven to be a horrible habit, but he never does let go of it.. “Regardless of how you feel about her, the universe decides who you’re stuck with.”

“It’s not like that, Jin,” Yoongi groans. “I’m not saying I don’t ever want to be with her. I’m saying it wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot, if she would just let it happen.”

Jin spins around on his chair, giving his friend a curious look. “What did you even say the first time you met her that made her hate you this much?”

“I, um.” Yoongi shifts around, suddenly aware of how cold he must have seemed to you that day, way before you turned eighteen and knew what the future was to hold. “Told her not to waste oxygen. And left.”

“Wow. So in a nutshell, you fucked up.”

“I did.”

“And she hates you for being an antisocial grump.”

“I’m not! But yes, she does.”

Jin proceeds to take another sip from his mug of (now cold) tea, deep in thought. “You gonna tell me who the mystery girl is?”

“Park Y/N,” Yoongi winces as he says your name, not liking the way it easily rolls off his tongue, or the kaleidoscope of butterflies it sets off in his stomach — or the way his heart seems to skip a beat at the thought of you. He doesn’t want it to, but what can he do? “You know, the one who rooms with Park Jimin from the arts department. They’re not related, though.”

“The Y/N who has an impossibly obvious crush on Jimin’s cousin? Taehyung, right?”

Yoongi chuckles, staring at the blank white wall. “I’m pretty sure there’s only one Y/N in this entire school, but yes. That’s her.”

“So you two don’t get along and she has a thing for another guy. Man, the universe really fucked up, didn’t it?”

“And you’re not helping right now,” Yoongi scoffs, scribbling down another abstract equation on his paper. “The goal is not to make her fall in love with me, dumbass.”

“But that’s precisely what the goal is! She falls in love with you, you date, get married, have kids, you know the deal. Happily ever after.”

“I think you’re forgetting the part about me not liking her at all.”

“That can change, can’t it?” Jin swivels around in his chair, eyes wide and hopeful. “What’s stopping you from falling head over heels for her a week or so from now? You two are already bound; it can’t be that hard.”

Yoongi presses his pen to the paper again, but a sharp stinging sensation makes him flinch backwards, curling his index finger inward. “Stupid,” he mutters, wincing. “Y/N seriously has a thing for giving herself paper cuts on the daily.”

“See?” Jin grins widely, feeling very accomplished for no reason at all. “You’re already worried about her well-being!”

“The only reason I even care is because I feel it too!” Seconds later, another twinge of pain comes, this time shooting through his head. “Ow,” he groans, frustrated. “Really? Are we seriously going back to this now? What’s she doing this time, banging her head on the wall to get on my nerves?”

Jin drains the rest of tea in one gulp, side-eyeing the shorter male from his spot at the desk. “Figure it out, my guy,” he says under his breath. Whether he likes it or not, he’s concerned about his friend — though he knows that if he brings it up, Yoongi’s only going to chide him for being so worried. “Second chances don’t come often. Don’t screw this one up.”

The study group meets again (is this a daily thing now?), and much to Yoongi’s surprise, you’re there without fail, squeezed in between Jimin and another guy he doesn’t think he’s ever seen before. As Taehyung grabs his hand and yanks him down onto the bench, he notices the slightly pissed off glare you send him, too tired to return one of his own.

No one speaks, and it’s strange. It’s awfully awkward; usually Taehyung and Jungkook would be arguing over something stupid, and there would be yelling… but now, there is only complete silence, save for the rustling of pages and the occasional cough from Namjoon.

“Hey,” Jungkook whispers from his left after a few minutes, nudging his elbow as a greeting. “How come you’re not sitting with Y/N?”

“Huh?”

“Aren’t you two supposed to be together?” Ah, right. Once again, Yoongi curses fate’s horrible decision making skills, sending another why me? plea to the heavens.

“It’s fine,” he brushes it off instead, sorting through his books. He’s trying not to look like it affects him, but he’s always been rather terrible at hiding his frustration. “She has Jimin and that other dude anyways.”

Jungkook doesn’t look convinced. In fact, he sees right through the half-hearted lie. “You want to sit next to her,” he deduces quickly. “But you’re not. You two fought or something?”

“What would you know,” Yoongi mutters, irritated. “Of all people.”

Jungkook frowns slightly, but the merry twinkle doesn’t leave his eyes, the trademark of a person who’s just happy to live life. “What do you mean? I’m very experienced in these things, I’ll have you know.”

“Right, because fucking a different girl each night is your way of showing off your expertise.”

“Yoongi, I’m trying to help you. You two aren’t the best at covering up; we know you hate each other’s guts,” he sighs. “You need to talk to her, patch it up, do something—”

“Shut up,” Yoongi snaps sharply, thoughts distorted. His cantankerous mood is rising now, only worsening with every word he hears. “Shut up, Jungkook. You don’t fucking know anything.” His voice is loud enough to catch the attention of everyone else at the table, and he’s well aware of your worried eyes on him. “Stop trying to educate me on this bullshit called romance when all you fucking do is sleep around!”

The weight of his words hit Jungkook hard, and it’s written all over his face, shock and something like sorrow in his expression. Yoongi regrets it as soon as he says it, immediately wishing he could take it all back — but he doesn’t, because the anger, the pain, the empty, hollow feeling of having his soulmate near but unable to love her… it’s eating away at him.

Then he hears your voice, soft and gentle in contrast to his own, and it almost grounds him, calms the storm inside his head. Almost, except for the fact that your words are just as harsh, stinging him far more than expected. “You’re such an asshole,” you say, giving him nothing but a stare he can’t comprehend.

“Y/N—”

“Jungkook can do what he wants; he’s an adult and he’s not harming anyone. His actions do not justify yours,” you spit, the resent clear in the way you speak to him.

Have you always hated him so much?

“And neither of us have been particularly great about this, but you had no right to say that to him,” you continue, glowering. The rest of the table just sits there as you talk, still processing what just happened. “You fucking jerk.”

There’s a lot Yoongi wants to say to you. Explain. Redeem himself. Apologize, maybe, if you’ll let him — but he knows you won’t. It’s one of the things he’s picked up on in two days; you won’t listen to reason when you’re pissed off, and right now you’re certainly in no position to hear him out.

“Okay,” he mutters instead, rising from his seat and earning a worried look from Taehyung. He gives you one last look before he forces himself to look away, your heated gaze burning into him. “I’ll leave first, then.”

Jungkook left almost immediately after, and the rest of the group quickly followed suit. Now, you’re cozied up on the couch with a cup of green tea while Jimin works on what he couldn’t finish earlier, sitting beside you.

“Well,” he breaks the silence. “At least now you know that he’s somewhat invested in whatever’s between you two, if Jungkook was trying to give him advice.”

“That’s just Jungkook being invested,” you grumble. “Not Yoongi. The guy doesn’t even look like he cares.”

“Do you?”

The question makes you stop and think. Do you? Do you care enough to try? Growing up, you’d so strongly believed that love was only ever a temporary thing; it never stayed long enough to blossom into something beautiful the way it was portrayed in the media. You had always been surrounded by the dark side of this seemingly magical emotion, listening to your mother’s crying late at night when she thought you were asleep, to the point where you’d sworn it off.

But something in you wants to question it. You want to shatter that ominous what if, throw off the shadows of your own childhood and grow into something more, be able to experience the magic firsthand.

And really, Yoongi’s a fucking asshole and you’re still mad at him. But one day… maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try. Give him a try, a chance.

Still, it’s a “no” that you answer Jimin with, lying through your teeth. He doesn’t say anything, just humming a single note in response, his right hand doodling something mindlessly on your skin with one of his black ink pens. When he pulls away a minute later, there are three dainty roses resting in the valley between your thumb and index finger, clustered together in a bunch.

You hate roses. They do nothing but remind you of the one thing that hurt you the most.

“You know,” he says after a while, “I think you’re being a bit childish about this whole thing. Y/N, you two are acting like you’re in some kind of high school drama. You say you don’t like him, but for what? His coffee addiction and his personality?”

“You’re just making it sound worse than it really is…”

“No,” he presses, turning to face you directly. “I’m serious. You’re my best friend and I want to see you happy. Not you screwing this all up. People have differences, it’s normal.”

“It’s not about that—”

Jimin takes your hand, tapping it twice and then rapping his knuckles against the side of your head. “Y/N, you wonderful idiot. You don’t hate him. You’re just desperately searching for reasons to hate him.” His eyes soften. “I know you don’t like this because of how your parents ended up, but not everyone's the same. You don’t have anything to be afraid of.”

“I—” You stop for a second, a bit on edge. “I don’t like this, Jimin,” you say truthfully. You’ve always known it was bound to happen someday, but… the way your heart races around Yoongi and aches when he’s away both bothers and excites you, afraid at the prospect of more but still tempted to see what the future holds. And you can’t decide on either one.

“There you go. What were you waiting for?” he laughs, bringing you in for a comforting hug. “Now you’ve just got to do something about it.”

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The Love Letter

Be My Valentin Content Creation Challenge Day 8- A (Not so) Anonymous Love Letter.

Hosted by: @xxsycamore and @chaosangel767

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Characters: Sasuke Sarutobi, Masamune Date, and Ava (my MC)

Warnings: Unrequited love

The Love Letter

I was cleaning up my room in Azuchi Castle, taking care of packing up the last of my things. I looked around the room, a sense of nostalgia washing over me. So much had happened since I had arrived here. So much had changed and was continuing to change. Though I was so happy.

“You ready, Kitten?” Masamune asked as he came into the room.

“I think that I have everything.” I answered, looking around the room once again. I was excited to be starting my life with Masamune at his castle in Oshu.

“That ceiling tile looks out of place.” He said, his one blue eye going up to the ceiling.

I looked up and noticed as well. That was the ceiling tile Sasuke usually used when he came to check on me while I had been staying here. He’d been by a few nights previously to tell me goodbye and wish me well. He was going to be returning to the future. “I better fix that.” I said. I was about to go find a ladder when Masamune picked me up and put me on his shoulder.

“No need for a ladder, allow me to help you.” He said, smiling up at me.

I looked down at him and smiled. “This works, too. Though I think you just wanted to get your hands on me.”

“Always.” He replied, giving me a cheeky grin.

I reached up started readjusting the ceiling tile. As soon as I moved it, a piece of folded paper fell to the floor.

“A letter up there?” Masamune asked.

“It must be from Sasuke.” I replied. “He…uh…would drop in to check on me from this ceiling tile.”

Masamune sighed and shook his head. “Well, at least it was good for you to have a friend from your time.” He said as he set me back down, once I had finished fixing the ceiling tile. “I may just have to remember to check the ceilings at Aoba.”

I laughed. “Well, he won’t be stopping in. Remember I told you he went back to our original time?”

“That’s right. He had more research he’d wanted to do, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah.” I answered, picking up the paper. It had my name written on the outside.

Masamune kissed me on the forehead and then picked up my last box. “I’ll give you a minute to read that.” He said. “I’ll just take this out and be waiting by the horse for you.”

“You sure? I can get it.”

“Kitten, just let me take care of you. I can’t have you overworking yourself now.” He replied, smiling at me.

“Well, when you put it like that.” I replied.

“Besides, when we get to the inn later tonight, I don’t plan on letting you get much sleep.” He added this last part with a mischievous grin.

I felt my cheeks flush. “I like the sound of that.”

We shared a gentle kiss before Masamune was heading out with the last of my things in hand. I sat down on the tatami mat and unfolded the letter. I was completely surprised by what I read.

Ava,

I know we said our farewells when I left for Kyoto the other night, but there was more I wanted to say to you. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you the words in person, so I thought this letter would do the trick. I…I don’t even know for sure if you will find this letter considering I placed it in your ceiling.

I just…I wanted to thank you for being my friend and sharing a part of your life with me. I know we are going our separate ways now, but I will always be grateful for the time we spent together. I may one day return to the Sengoku when I have completed my research. If I do, I will have to stop by and visit.

I have only one more thing to say. I know you are in love with Masamune and I wish you two nothing but happiness. I hope you will always keep that beautiful smile. I know that it doesn’t mean much, but…I am in love with you. I have been since that night when we first traveled back in time together. I’m not even sure if you remember much from that night…but I had never seen anything or anyone as beautiful as you. Not even all of the stars in the sky could compare to you and the way you lit up.

I don’t want you to worry about me though or about this confession. Just know that I wish nothing more than for you to always be happy. As long as you are well and happy, then I will be happy for you.

Your friend always,

Sasuke

I was in tears by the time I reached the end of the letter. I had no idea Sasuke had felt that way about me. Not that I think knowing would have changed anything as my heart belonged to Masamune. I sat there unsure of what to do with the letter nor really knowing what it was that stirred in my chest upon reading his true feeling.

I looked at the letter, my friend's face coming to mind. "While I don't love you in that way Sasuke, I do love you and I hope you find your happiness." I whispered to the letter as if it were him. I hoped that even through the space of five hundred years that now separated us, he could still feel our bond and know that he did mean so very much to me and I would always treasure our friendship.

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sashi-ya · 3 years

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{+18} – Cherry Blossom & Tangerines – Trafalgar Law x Y/n – Part 6 -FINAL

Modern AU. Trip to Jeju Island, SK. No spoilers.

Female reader. No physical descriptions. Everybody is +18, canon ages. Chopper is human.

Tw: NSFW, soft sub/dom, unprotected sex (this is just fiction, pls wear protection). Spanking. Airplane sex. Car sex. Semipublic sex. Fluff!.

A/N: This is the final chapter. I included a one-year time skip after they came back from the trip, it is extremely romantic and fluffy, so you can choose either read it or not. I hope you like it! Thank you so much for reading and to all of my new followers. We are still less than 100 but I love you all!

Word Count: 5.9 K

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31059467

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Final part:

Suddenly I felt a cold shiver run through my spine. The way he said it, his expression… I was expecting the worst.

He then grabbed my hands and faced me. He began to sweat, subtly, but I could see some beads falling from his hair into his neck. “Y/n-ya, I- I know you maybe … you may think this is fast…”, “BROTHER!!!” Penguin hugged Law from behind, scaring the hell out of him and cutting his words.

“Oh, dear Lord, stop interrupting Law when he is about to speak!” I thought, but instantly greeted Lami, as she came closer. She looked so pretty with a red and white hanbok decorated with little embroidered sakura flowers on silver and gold threads all over the skirt.

I glimpsed Law who was clearly trying to kill his friend for interrupting him, while Lami and I kept admiring each other's dresses.

We went ahead to have some delicious food from some stalls next to a little lake the park has, everything was shining, and for some minutes I forgot about what Law wanted to tell me. Yet, the fear of hearing something similar to a “goodbye” was installed in me, and wouldn’t let me enjoy the night as I wished I could.

We reunited with our friends to witness the main parade. Everybody took his place around the main street that crossed the park, as the presenters announced it via the loudspeakers. Loud music began to play, people with typical dresses marching, a big dragon fully lit with green, blue, red, yellow lights, stole the show, dancing to the sound of the representative music.

Law was next to me; he hadn’t looked at me since the moment we got interrupted. He would only peek at me when he thought I didn’t see him. “What’s going on, Law?…” I thought, trying to stop the urge to cry I was feeling.

The mc of the event announced that it was time for the main tradition of the festival, inviting the happy couples to lit the lanterns on the shore of the lake. “Y/N, you have to make a wish when both of you light the candle of the paper lantern and let it fly!”, Lami told me as she was being pulled by Penguin to the lake direction. I giggled, that couple was so cute…

I gazed at Law, smiling, warmly. He was still looking at the remaining people dancing on the parade, he seemed uncomfortable. I didn’t say a word and softly held his hand.

I saw how Vivi and Nami, Robin and Franky, and even Zoro and Sanji went to the lake to ignite the little lanterns, but Law didn’t even move. “Well, I guess that’s for couples, after all.”, I mumbled.

Torao held my hand tightly and finally spoke, “Y/n-ya, I’m sorry, would you like to light one of those with me?”. Of course, Law… How come he could be so dominating in bed, and yet this had taken him so long?”, I thought. Yet I answered “yes” politely but excitedly.

We walked to the stall that was giving away the lanterns. “Oi, young man, you arrived just in time, this is the last one!”, said the old guy and gave him the kraft paper sky lantern. “Thanks”, said Law coldly.

We found a little free spot over a cute wooden bridge that crossed the lake and as hundreds of lights full of dreams and wishes began to fly around us and to the sky, Law helped me light ours.

“Make a wish, Law…” I said fixing my eyes on his. “Uhum…”, he said and smiled. We both closed our eyes. I wished with all of my heart “I don’t want this to end, I want to be with you forever”, and I released the lantern from my hands. “I don’t want it either, I want to be with you forever”, I heard him say. “What?”, I asked confused. “You… said your wish out loud, Y/n-ya”, Law told me, smiling.

My whole face became red, how am I so stupid?... “Wait, you don’t want this to end once we come back home?”, I almost shouted at him, giving little jumps in place, “I- I thought you… you wanted to tell me that..”.

“What I wanted to say was…”, Law stopped and took a breath of air so he could continue, “I wanted to say that I love you. I know this might be quick, but the truth is that I’ve been in love with you from the -shadows- from a long, long time”.

He left me perplexed, I was trying to articulate my words, I loved him too, I was so happy I heard those words from him but… a long time?.

“Let me explain it to you”, he said and I nodded. “Well, I’m sure you think that the first time we met was actually on the bus, right?”. “Uhum'', I answered. “As you may know, I live with Rosinante and Doflamingo. Truth is, every time you went to buy either coffee - I know you prefer bobba tea on wednesdays, but, when your classes are heavier you often buy a cold brew- or flowers - mainly sunflowers and daisies- I looked from behind the counter. You probably didn’t see me, because I tend to be in the kitchen, but whenever you entered and I heard your voice I peeked through the door to watch your pretty face. Plus, we ride the same bus every morning, I always sit behind you, and I usually use a face mask so… yeah”.

I was dumbfounded, and still couldn’t say a word, so he continued. “Please, I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of stalker or something like that. Destiny seemed to always put you on my way, so I couldn’t help but look. When I realized Luffy, Zoro and the guys were your friends I just had to ask about you, they told me you were an amazing person, and that I wasn’t wrong, you were a very sweet girl.”.

“L-Law…” I gasped, and jumped to his arms and buried my head on his chest. “I love you too, I’ve been trying to stop myself from doing it. But… I don’t need any reasons to, I just feel it, I love you… Why didn't you speak to me before?!” I said while he petted my head. “I am sorry, I could be dominating only in some situations, but this scares me to death. I was frightened you could reject me”, he said a little embarrassed. “Don’t be sorry, fool, kiss me”, I said and kissed him softly but full of love. We enjoyed the spectacle the little lanterns gave to us while dancing with the soft breeze, garnishing the night sky like stars.

Some minutes after, Law caressed my cheek with a sexy side smirk and said, “what if… you know… get lost, one more time…”. “Heh, lead the way, Sir”, I said to him, biting my lower lip. He snatched my arm and pulled from me. We ran through the bridge, wind blowing into our faces, little sakura buds falling around us. Law running facing me, not even looking at his front, smiling, both laughing.

He unlocked the car and we got inside fast; we didn’t want anybody to interrupt us for at least a few hours. That was our moment, for us only. Law stepped on the gas pedal and we headed off home as quickly as possible. Because our Airbnb was a little far from the city center, we had to drive through subtly remote routes for a few kilometers in the countryside.

My lover was driving fast but safe, and besides us being all hyped and happy, he wouldn’t take his eyes from the road. Law was a really responsible driver. Yet, not everybody that night was being reliable because suddenly, a brilliant light came towards us on the road. Law turned the wheel as fast as he could to avoid a crash, making the car sidetrack to the left of the road. Luckily the road shoulder had a good size and it was in good condition so he could handle the situation perfectly.

He stopped the vehicle, and laid his head on his hands. “Ugh…”, Law sighed. I did the same, too. I was scared as hell; I couldn’t even speak.

I noticed how my boyfriend’s hands were subtly shaking, as well as his right leg. I tried to caress at least his back but he shouted at me “STOP!”.

I got scared but rapidly realized he had started to breathe more and more fast and uncontrollably. I had one year of med school yet to go, but I was able to recognize a patient having a panic attack. And Law was certainly beginning to suffer one.

I remembered the water bottle from the beach last night, so I looked for it and gave it to him. “Drink a little, and then breathe in, and breathe out. I’m here with you. We are alright. You did it perfectly”. He looked at me, in distress and grabbed the bottle. “That’s right, drink it slowly…”, I said almost whispering to calm Law, grabbing his hand softly.

Suddenly the memories of Lami telling me his story came to my mind. Law had lost his parents in a car accident… “that must be the reason this affected him so much…”, I thought.

“I- I’m sorry Y/n-ya, it’s… it’s just because… my parents…”, Law tried to say to me with tears in his eyes. “Don’t apologize for it, I know about your parents, Lami told me. I’m here with you, I love you, ok?. We are ok, we are safe and sound, thanks to you.” I told him, and hugged him tightly because he showed he was open to more invasive physical contact.

He nestled his head on my shoulder, “I wouldn’t forgive myself if something bad happened to you, I want to protect you, I love you”. “Nothing bad is going to happen to me as long as you are with me. I love you too”, I said while brushing his hair with my fingers. We remained like that for a few minutes more, parked on the side of the road, until Law stopped sobbing.

I saw through the car window a vast sunflower field ahead of us. The sound of crickets singing and the soft breeze compensated for the solitude of the countryside, and a big moon in the sky bathed the flowers with its shine. “I got an idea… let’s explore the field, I love sunf…”, I said, and Law finished my sentence, “Sunflowers, you love sunflowers”. He smiled at me, and we got out of the car.

We ran through the sunflowers, Law a little more careful than me, trying to keep up the pace from behind.

“Auch!”, I shouted and grabbed my left forearm, apparently some branches had scratched my skin. My personal doctor came closer to me with concern “What? what happened? are you ok?”, he said, grasping my arm. “It’s just a scratch, doc. I’m ok!”, I said downplaying the situation. “I don’t think so, let me see”, he said and started kissing the little wound, softly, inviting, provocatively. “We are in the middle of a field, are you going to fuck me here? what's next, huh?” I said, irreverently with a smirking face. Law pulled me closer by my arm, and grabbed my chin saying, “I think you might have forgotten who gives the orders in here. If I want to fuck you right here, right now I’ll”. He made a pause, and continued “Unless you don’t want to, you just have to tell me, ok?”. “It’s ok, I always want you to fuck me, you will know otherwise, don’t worry”, I said, happy he knew exactly the rules of consent. “Let’s take care of that wound you have first”, he said almost laughing at my face when he walked away. I thought he was going to take me there, or at least kiss me… I followed him to the car, a little upset.

Law opened the trunk and looked for the first-aid kit. He used an alcohol wipe over the little scratch and placed a band aid over it, “I’m sorry I don’t have some fancy Hello Kitty ones, but this will do”, he said, smirking. “Can I have a lollipop, doctor? I behaved properly like the good girl I am”, I said, pouting my mouth. “Oh, so the good girl wants a pop? On your knees. Now.”, he ordered me with piercing eyes.

“Yes, doctor”, I said and knelt down on the dirt. Of course, I didn’t care about the rental dress at that moment, but damn it, next morning we had to pay a large amount of money for ruining them…

He untied the cords of the <bagi> trousers, and let them fall to the ground, revealing his member. “Suck it, doll”. “Yes, sir”, I said and grabbed his dick with one of my hands. Slowly tasting it, sweet kissing the tip of it, leaving little smooches on and around it, while jacking him off. Finally, I put it all in my mouth, making it touch my throat.

Law arched his back and grunted, and then hit his back against the car door. “Fuck - mmh - baby…”. I kept sucking, until he couldn’t resist it anymore. “Come here”, he said in between pleasure hums. He grabbed my wrist, pulled me up and in a unique fast and violent movement, I ended up over the bonnet with my cheek pressed against the yellow Sonata.

Law was behind me, reaching my throat from the back and grinded against the skirt of my hanbok. “I’m gonna fuck you right here, and if some cars pass I wish they see your face enjoying my dick”, he whispered into my ear, with a perverse tone.

“Yes, Sir. Fuck me, please”, I begged him, I was a whimpering mess, so needy, so aroused. He then untied the bow that was keeping my skirt on and let it slowly slip to the ground. “Oh...I love your little panties”, Law said and brutally ripped them off.

Inked fingers played around the inside of my thighs, up and down. I was almost dripping from how wet I was. His hands caressed my ass cheeks for a moment, until the first spank came. “hmm”, the tingling sensation over my skin after Law’s strong palm hit my ass. “HMMM”, after the second spank. Another one, followed by his dick, penetrating me, with hard thrusts. “Damn, Law”, I cried. “Excuse me?, how did you call me?”, Law said and spanked me one more time. “I’m sorry, Sir”, I mumbled.

“That’s better, baby girl. By the way, good choice, this braid comes in handy”, he said and grabbed my braided hair and pulled from it. My stomach hitting the cold metal from the car, my head pulled back, strong thrusts, his cook stretching my walls, hard.

A few cars passed, and Law laughed saying “They probably saw us, ups…”. I was so focused on the pleasure his pounding was producing on me, I really didn’t care about others watching us, what’s more I think it contributed to the arousal even more.

I tightened more and more around his cock, moving my body against him, perfectly synchronized with his movements. His dick was deep inside of me, hitting my G spot perfectly. Yet this wasn’t enough for Law, so he reached with his hand my clit, and while keeping a brutal pace, his thumb played over it.

Law settled over me, pressing his stomach upon my back, I felt his accelerated breathing on my ear mixed with “I.love.you.baby” with every thrust. Sniveling, whimpering, I said “I love you too”, repeatedly. I was reaching my peak.

I came a few minutes after, as well as Law, who once again filled my insides with his warm release.

Second round came and this time Law managed to flip me over. I was facing him, sat over the bonnet, legs spread. Law fucking me while choking me, teary eyes, my makeup was a mess. All my body muscles tightened, ambrosial sensation that my inked sex God was giving to me. Finally, cuming with Law pinning my back against the yellow car in the middle of nowhere. Two young lovers, thirsty for the other, we felt the need of letting our bodies command and succumb to the most primal fleshly lusts ignoring the whole world around us, until…

“Hi, hello, Y/n?? where are you???”, Nami shouted through the speaker of my cell phone. “Nams, we… uhm… Law and I, we are just driving around”, I poorly excused myself. “Yeah, of course. Driving... Listen, you have the car keys, where are you?”. I had completely forgotten I was the one who drove one of the cars, and that I had run away without any warning… “I’m sorry, you are still at the festival? I’m going there right now”.

I heard Law sending an audio, so I guess it was probably to Penguin or his sister. I reached his gaze when I hung up and both brayed out loud.

We drove back to the park, trying to fix our dirty hanboks, my makeup and my braid, that I finally ended up untying. Of course, everybody laughed at us, because it was too obvious we weren’t “driving around”.

The laughing stopped when Lami decided to communicate that we were now an official couple. Everyone congratulated us, and while I was happy I saw the death stare Law gave to Penguin. I couldn’t help but giggle, Law was so damn embarrassed…

The night came to the end, as well as our holidays. Time to come back home and get ready for going back to med school. It was the last semester for Law before graduation, and I had another one to go until I could became a doctor.

“My sweet sister-in-law, I hope to see you soon, take care please”, said Lami while hugging me and pointed to Law, “You, brother, take care of her, ok?”. “I will, little monster”, Law said to her with a loving gaze.

We said our goodbyes and parted. It was pretty late, and our flight was in the evening so we went straight to sleep. “Goodnight, boyfriend…”, I said to Law while snuggling onto his chest. “Heh, goodnight girlfriend…”, he whispered and kissed my head.

Next morning after breakfast, everyone packed their last things and prepared to leave our temporary home, where the best memories of my life from then on were made. We spent our last day enjoying the view of the beach from our patio and playing board games.

“I don’t want to go baaaack”, Vivi cried and hugged Chopper at the airport. “I don’t want to either”, I said a little sad, because whenever we arrived in Seoul our life would come back to normal and the fun would be over… Plus, I wouldn't get the chance to be with Law as much as in Jeju...

“Oi, babe, let me make the check in for us. Do you like the first row next to the bathroom?” Law said, approaching from behind me and almost whispering. I turned my face to him with a suspicious gaze, wondering why he was being so specific about the seats. “Yeah, it’s ok for me”, I said, still confused.

Chopper asked me if I could help him choose a gift for a nurse he liked. I let Law do the check in and followed my friend to the gift shop.

The whole “crew” boarded the plane. Finally, I sat on my seat, realizing that effectively was on the first row and next to the bathroom. Law was at my side, and helped me with the seat belt. “Remember when we went to that roller coaster? haha”, he said while fastening it and then caressing my thighs softly.

A few minutes passed since the plane began to move, and this time Law wasn’t even scared. He felt secure, he wasn’t anxious about the departure. I guess he felt assured next to me. I was happy about it, proud of my lover.

We were already flying on cruise level, the orange shades of the sun hiding in the clouds and setting, invaded the plane, and slowly the sky became darker. We had 50 minutes of flying time ahead.

I was looking at the photos on my phone gallery, smiling like an idiot in love, when Law asked me almost whispering into my ear, “babe, can you help me unfast my belt? I need to go to the bathroom”. I looked at him narrowing my eyes and approached my hands either way to help him. “Why do you need me to untie your…”, I stopped my speech when I felt how hard he was. “Thank God I can hide it under this long sweater, you know? that skirt you are using, your thighs…. I need treatment, do I have to ask if there is a doctor on the plane?... oh wait, you…” He said, smirking at me. Law stood up and told me, “I’ll be in the bathroom”.

I closed my eyes, taking my hand to my forehead. “I should have known, you damn horny little shit…”, I thought. Yet, I wasn’t willing to lose such a tempting invitation, so I waited a few minutes until I stood up and headed to the bathroom. I was aware that if we got caught it would bring us a lot of bad consequences, but, who could resist Trafalgar Law, right?.

“Law, it’s me, open, hurry up”, I said knocking on the bathroom door, while scanning if someone was watching. My boyfriend opened the little door and pulled me inside.

Of course, plane lavatories aren’t big enough for two people but the proximity in between our bodies made it easier for us to start making out, erotically, lustfully.

Law turned me over, pressing my body against the wash basin, cupped his hand over my mouth and sticked his hand up my skirt. He then moved aside my panties and brushed my entrance with his member. “Look at you, baby girl”, he said, making us watch our reflection on the little mirror on the wall.

We interlocked eyes, I reveled in Law’s grey piercing eyes full of desire. A simple look and Law would definitely understand what I wanted. He penetrated me, softly moving in and out, in order not to make so much noise that could make anyone suspect about what was going on inside the toilet.

But then, he changed the pace. One, two, three hard thrusts. “Mmmh, Law”, I tried to mumble in between his fingers over my mouth, burying into my cheeks. “Shh, darling…” he stabbed me even harder. “people on the plane will hear us..” another strong plunge and his perverted look in the mirror.

“Come here”, he said and without taking his hand over my mouth, he let himself fall over the toilet. I landed over his lap, still being penetrated. “mmh f-uck…” I maffled.

He passed his arm around my waist, holding me tight as I started jumping and fidgeting over him. The exquisite motion resulting from our movements mixed with a little bit of turbulence, made us quickly reach climax. If it wasn’t for Law closing my mouth I would had moaned so loud when I came, everybody would had heard me. Law followed, filling me up. I remained still, even enjoying how little drops of his love juice dripped from me. “I love you, do you know that?”, he said brushing his fingers on my hair, while we recovered from ecstasy. “I love you too, Law”, I said resting the back of my head over his chest.

We rapidly arranged and planned on leaving the bathroom in turns. Law got out first, and I did the same two minutes after.

“I’m never getting bored with you, huh?” I said once I sat in my place. “I hope you don’t”, he said. We looked at each other with complicity and giggled.

Our laughs were interrupted by the voice of the captain through the speakers announcing our imminent arrival at Incheon airport. I placed my head over Law’s shoulder while he caressed my cheek. I knew he was thinking the same as me, once we got to Seoul we will have to part to our respective houses.

Outside the airport, Rosinante was waiting for us. He came running to us, tripping and falling in the middle of the street. “Oi, Cora-saaan”, shouted Law while rushing to help him. “I’m ok, Law. It was just an act to make your girlfriend laugh, you know”, he said brushing his clothes. “It wasn’t an act…”, Law replied. I approached them, “Mr. Rosinante are you ok?”, I asked the blond clumsy guy. “Of course, darling!, I’m so happy for you two!, Law! you’ve finally got the girl!!”, he said. Law was about to hide under his sweater, and I laughed, happy.

Soon our friends joined us and after chatting a little we all headed to our houses. Rosinante took Vivi and I home, I kissed Law goodbye before getting out of the car.

“You look sad, baby”, said Vivi while unpacking our stuff. “I am, I got used to being together all day…”, I said with almost teary eyes. “Oh darling, I know that feeling, I’m missing Nams too already. But you’ll get used to it. You all need a little bit of space sometimes”, My best friend comforted me. “Yeah, you are right”, I sighed.

An hour later, Nami came to pick Vivi up, they were going to sleep at Nami’s place that night, they needed to finish something for work or so, I didn’t even know. But I was left alone.

I had a shower, and went to the kitchen.

I was making dinner when a notification popped up on my screen. “@DrHeartSteeler> What’s for dinner, babe?”. “@DrSunflower> I’m making pasta, what about you?”, I texted him back, innocently thinking he just wanted to chat. “@DrHeartSteeler> Good, I think pasta goes well with red wine”. “@DrSunflower> Law…?” @DrHeartSteeler> I’m outside, dumbass. Open the door”.

I ran to the hall and saw from the window that Law was standing outside, with some bags in his hands. I opened quickly and as he entered I hugged him and kissed him everywhere.

“I missed you, I know it’s been a couple of hours, but I can’t be without you…”, he said. “I missed you too”, I said with a pouty face…

One year after…

“Congratulations Doctors from class 2022!” announced the Rector of our university on the microphone. Chopper and I had finally graduated. Our friends were greeting us, proud to have more doctors on the group. Vivi ran to me and hugged me, “I’m so proud of my best friend! Congrats doc!!”. “Thank you, baby!!”.

Law waited for Vivi to let go of me, with a bouquet full of daisies and sunflowers, similar to the one I bought when we met. “Dr Trafalgar”, I said, smiling at him. “Dr. Y/n. Congratulations baby, I love you.”, he said and hugged me by my waist. “I love you too, darling. Thanks!”.

Both of our families and friends went for dinner and celebrated our degrees. After dinner, Law and I drove home. We had moved in together to a flat near the hospital. He turned out to be an amazing surgeon, so he is part of the permanent staff of doctors of Dr. Marco. He chose cardiac surgery as main specialty, so he is in training in that area.

Nami and Vivi got married six months after we came back from the trip. Sanji and Zoro finally made their relationship public. They still fight, but they love each other. Luckily everybody was happy, slowly making their dreams come true.

“Oh my god I’m so tired, I hate using high heels”, I said as I entered our apartment and threw my shoes in the middle of the living room. Law laughed at me, while both of us collapsed on the couch.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I saw “Lami” on the screen, it was a video call so I picked up as fast as I could. “Congratulation doctor!!!”, she screamed on the other side of the screen as fast as I said hello. “Thank you Lami!!”, I said while Law and I waved our hands. “Congrats!!” said Penguin who appeared behind Lami in their home. “We have something to tell you!...” She raised her hand and showed a brilliant engagement ring, and continued “I’m getting married!!! Y/n I want you to be one of my bridesmaids. Penguin has sent the invitation to Law!”. “Oh my God, Lami!!! congraaats!! Of course, I’m going to be your bridesmaid!!” I say excited, Law congratulated them too with some tears in his eyes. Knowing his little sister was going to get married, probably had him moved to tears.

The weeks passed by pretty fast, and we were ready once again to board our flight to Jeju where the wedding was taking place. Law booked the same seats we had a year ago on that life changing trip. “Do you remember?”, he said. “I do, I’ll always remember it…”, I said, gave a kiss on his cheek, and placed my head over his shoulder, like I always do.

Law and I arrived at Jeju a few days prior to the ceremony and rented a pretty apartment, in front of the beach, near Lami’s house, so that we could help her with the last preparations of the wedding. They chose to celebrate an intimate party at the Grand Hyatt Hotel of the island, on a private beach the hotel had.

Finally, the big day came, I left the flat earlier that morning, kissed Law goodbye and drove to pick the bride to be. We headed to the hotel where an army of hairdressers, makeup artists and stylists awaited us.

We had a delightful breakfast, full of pancakes, fruits, specially the sweet delicious Jeju tangerines, bacon, juices.

After the amazing breakfast Lami gave me a little box with a special pendant for me to wear with my flowy yellow dress. “I’m so happy I have a sister like you, Y/n. You are one of my best friends, for sure. I mean you are like family, but I hope Law will soon make it official…”. A million butterflies flew on my stomach, and I just giggled. Of course, I had thought about us getting married someday, but never made my mind of it being a possibility sooner.

After having a few mimosas, and our nails, hair and makeup fully done, I helped my sister-in-law to dress. She looked like a princess with that white beautiful wedding dress. I was so happy for her, and wonder if I’d look good wearing one.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. “Little princess, are you ready?”. I heard Law’s voice from outside the room. I went and opened the door. He was wearing a black suit, with a red tie. He looked so formal, so much like a groom… “Hi babe, Lami is ready, come inside”. “Thank you darling, you look stunning. Love you”. Said Law, caressing my cheek.

I let them have their brother and sister moment and I went straight to the party, where Rosinante and Doflamingo were already at the reception, so I met with them. Corasan was wearing a dark blue suit, and Doffy a pink one. They were always true to their favourite colors, for sure.

The time of the ceremony came and everybody took their designated places. Penguin was waiting on the altar. Next to him, Bepo and Shachi, Law and Penguin best friends, were standing there as his best men. I was Lami’s bridesmaid, so I joined them.

Lami had chosen a different music for her entrance, she didn’t want the typical “wedding march”. Instead, “Peach” from IU started playing. Law guided Lami to the altar to that sweet melody. I tried not to cry, but I failed. She looked so pretty, so magical. Her brother, my Law, my baby… he looked magical, too, almost like a prince.

After they exchanged their vows, and legally became Mr. and Mrs., the party started. Even Law was so happy he danced the whole afternoon. We took pictures, ate a gourmet fine selection of dishes and had fun.

The moment of the bouquet tossing arrived. All of the single young ladies, including me, got ready to catch it. Lami threw it, and the cute pink and white sakura flower bouquet landed flawlessly and without me even trying to catch it, over me.

I widened my eyes, as my sister-in-Law approached me celebrating the catch. “Oh, hell yeah!!, bro you know what this means, right??” Lami said, pointing to Law who was smiling. I thought he wouldn’t be happy, but he was, and that warmed my soul.

The party was coming to its end. The sun was setting over the sea and the newlyweds had already left the party in order to board the plane for their honeymoon.

“Babe, I have a surprise for you. Let’s go”, said Law, brushing my hair off my shoulders. “You do??”, I said excited.

We left the party after saying goodbye to everybody, and Law began to drive. “Funny that they gave us the same car as last year, huh?”, I told Law, giggling. “Heh, It wasn’t a coincidence. I chose it”, he said, winking an eye at me.

We finally arrived somewhere I knew well, the lighthouse where we let our most lustful desires run free for the very first time. This time, even the wooden path over the sand had a trail of little candles on each side. “Law, oh God, this is so pretty!! thank you!”, I said jumping next to him. “Just wait, there is even more”, he said, a little embarrassed.

We got to the door of the beacon. I saw how Law had lost the smile on his face, and now he seemed nervous, anxious. I thought it was because he thought I wouldn’t like the surprise.

When he opened the door, the decoration was even more beautiful than the first time. This time the place had been remodeled so that there was a cute bathroom, and even a bed. I entered first, excited, contemplating the new image the place had. “Law!, I love it!!!”, I said and turned around to hug him.

I had to lower my sight, because Law was kneeling down, showing me a ring. “WHAT? ARE YOU FOR REAL?”, I screamed. “Uhum… Y/n-ya, would you like to be my wife?” he asked, all shy. “Of course, I want to be Mrs. Trafalgar!”. I accepted, he put the ring on my finger and hugged for a long, long time ♥

The End ♥

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“Cryptography Degree” Sweets Imagine

Requested by Anon on Tumblr: “Omg please do a lance sweets x reader !!! One where he’s trying to protect you, there’s a fight/misunderstanding but then it ends fluffy ??? I found you on Wattpad you’re really good xx”

Warnings: Mild language (cursing), small fight, suggested nsfw

Word Count: 1.3K

Guide: Y/N - Your Name Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Masterlist of Masterlists

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I scanned my card and got into the FBI building and made my way to the elevator with my cup of coffee in one hand. I entered the elevator and pressed the button to my floor. This wasn’t a normal week, we were all on edge because the Jeffersonian discovered several bodies disfigured and killed in similar fashion and as our special agents gathered more evidence, we have come to the conclusion that there is, in fact, a serial killer on the loose in the state of South Carolina. I heard the ding of the elevator and watched the doors open as they pulled me out of my stressed glance. I walked out and headed towards my office, where I noticed Agent Booth was waiting for me. “Can’t get enough of me, can you Seeley?” I raised my eyebrow and let out a chuckle. “Ha ha ha, very funny. I do have a few questions though, before you open your office.” I paused as I was just about to put the key in the lock, I turned around to look at him and I nodded my head and leaned up against the frame to the door, “Go ahead, shoot it.” “Alright, so you have a degree in Cryptography, correct?” “I have a Masters in Cryptography, correct.” “Oh, awesome!” “Next question?” I asked as I arched my eyebrow, not knowing where this was going. “We discovered a few new bodies from our old pal the unnamed sk. And Bones and Dr.Saroyan think they found cyphers... Would you be able to come down and look at them?” Booth asked as he held his breath. I sighed as I put the keys to my office back into my bag and lifted myself from the door frame I was just leaning on, Booth let out the breath he had held. I made my way back to the elevator. “I’ll call Dr.Saroyan and let them know you’re on your way.” Booth said. I pushed the down button on the elevator and I looked back at Booth before he disappeared into his own office. “He owes me a drink.” I whispered to myself with a chuckle.

I entered the Jeffersonian and showed my badge to the security guards, they let me walk in and I immediately made my way to Dr.Saroyans office. I knocked on the door and she looked up at me with a smile. “Thank you so much for coming on such short notice Agent Y/L/N, we greatly appreciate it,” She said as she got up from her desk and made her way to me, “If you just follow me, Bones has the bodies lined up with the cyphers. I don’t know if Booth told you but the cyphers are...on...the bodies.” My breath hitched at the last sentence that came out of her mouth, but it was too late to say anything because now I was face to face with these bodies. “Agent Y/L/N, thank you for coming. These are the two cyphers we found on the bodies. This body on the left has been dead longer than the one on the right, if you need that information for your research.” Bones said as she made her way over to me so we could shake hands. I shook her hand and grabbed the pen and pad of paper that I noticed on the table and wrote down each cypher and headed to Angela’s office. “Can I use your computer for the cyphers, Angela?” I asked as she looked at me, shocked I was in her office. “Oh of course honey, I’ll just get out of your way.” She said as she moved some things off the table to make room for me. I took a picture of the two cyphers and transferred the images onto the computer. I decided to conquer the first cypher, going through common cyphers that anyone could figure out to some that were more for someone who wanted to keep their trail hidden. It took a few hours but I cracked it...finally.

“These children that come at you with knives – they are your children. You taught them. I didn’t teach them. I just tried to help them stand up.”

“I know that from somewhere.” Angela said, looking at my solved cypher on the screen. “It’s Charles Manson, cult leader of the “Manson Family” “ I replied as I then pulled up the second cypher, and used the same method from the first cypher to see if they matched and alas, they did.

“Better by you, Better than Me.”

Angela started to speak, “I know that. That’s...” “The song by Judas Priest that caused them to be on trial for subliminal messages that supposedly caused a boys suicide.” I cut in, staring at the screen. “How did that trial pan out?” Angela asked as she crossed her arms, looking at the screen of the computer. “Oh, they were found not guilty. Quite an interesting story though, Rolling Stones covered it, you should read into it.”

Angela and I were in that room for hours, trying to come up with some idea of what these cyphers could mean and why they were being used in these murders. Eventually my watches alarm went off, signalling that it was time to go home. We closed the windows down and I wished everyone a good night and a safe return home for the night. I walked into the parking garage and unlocked the door to my car. I put my bags in the passenger seat and my coffee cup in the cupholder. I hopped into my drivers seat, turned my car on and drove to my shared apartment. When I pulled into my parking spot, I noticed Sweets wasn’t home yet. I shrugged it off as a late session and I made my way up to our shared apartment to start on dinner. I made seared steak tips with garlic mashed potatoes and asparagus. I texted Sweets about when he was going to get back but after 10 minutes of no response I sighed and wrapped his food up and put it in a free spot in the refrigerator.

I went and sat on the couch and got on to Netflix and started to watch “Seed of Chucky” since that always put me in a brighter mood. About 2 hours later the movie finished and there was still no sign of him. I was thoroughly annoyed at this point and just shut the television off and headed to bed. I got into my pyjamas and got into bed and turned the lights off. I was just about to drift into my slumber when I felt hands wrap around my body and a kiss was delicately placed upon the back of my head. “Where the fuck were you?” I asked, not rolling over. “W-What? What are you talking about?” Sweets asked, which prompted me to roll over. “Where the fuck where you?” I asked again, now looking at him. “What are you talking about Y/N? I texted you that a few of us from the office went out for dinner and drinks.” “No you didn’t Lance. I wouldn’t be upset if you simply just texted me and let me know.” “I’ll show you then.” Lance grabbed his phone and opened it, he then sucked air in and then sighed. “It didn’t send, but I did text you...see?” He said as he showed me his phone, lo and behold it was there but it never sent. “You should’ve double checked.” I said, with a sign as I turned back over. “You’re right, I should’ve checked to make sure you got it. I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?” I turned back over and pulled him over to me, “Oh, I have an idea.” I said with a smirk.

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