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seresinsbabe · 1 year

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Some Strings Attached

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x fem!reader

Synopsis: It was supposed to be a quick fuck. No strings attached. That was all. But six weeks later when you’re staring at two pink lines you realize there were some strings attached. And now you have no idea how to find the father because you only know his first name.

Warnings: discussions of pregnancy symptoms, pregnancy tests, mention of abortion, doctors visits, ultrasounds, general early pregnancy stuff that may trigger some

Word Count: 2.2k

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Prologue | Masterlist | Next Chapter

You ran through the next few weeks on autopilot. Things at work were so busy between the big case you were helping on and trying to study for the Bar exam. And the lease on your apartment was ending in the next few months. The leasing office had been bugging you about renewing, but you just weren’t sure if you wanted to yet. It was a nice enough apartment, but you were starting to feel like you needed more space. It was only a one bedroom and San Diego was going to be your home again. It was time to put down some actual roots. Your parents would always let you move in with them until you found a house. Not to mention your car was starting to become unreliable. Just the other day it stalled in the middle of an intersection that thankfully wasn’t busy.

With all this going on you hadn’t noticed the changes happening in your body. The sudden upswing in nausea you had barely noticed and when you did you attributed it to a pattern of forgetting to eat because you were so deep into your work. You hadn’t even noticed the tenderness in your breasts, perhaps because no one, including yourself had touched them in a way you’d notice the tenderness. You’d been feeling extra tired but you just attributed that to the amount of work you’d been doing. It wasn’t until your nausea hit the breaking point of vomiting one morning when Cassie was over that your mind even went there.

“Wha-no! I mean ma-no!” You vehemently shook your head as Cassie looked at you with wide, nervous eyes. “I’m on the pill!” You were religious in the way you took it…okay well that was a lie. If anyone was a serial pill forgetter it was you.

“Yeah but didn’t you forget them at your parents house that weekend?” Your eyes went wide and you felt sick again at the realization. That night you hadn’t been taking your pill and you hadn’t used a condom and…he didn’t pull out.

“Ohmygod. Oh. My. Fucking. God.” Your finger wove through your hair, gripping so hard at the root that it was a bit painful. “What am I going to do? A kid? Am I even ready to be a mom? I don’t even know his last name!” The tailspin was starting and Cassie knew she was going to have to stop the spiral before it got out of control.

Softly she grabbed your wrists and pried your fingers out of your hair. It was like you were paralyzed with shock as your best friend pulled you into a tight hug. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I mean period and pregnancy symptoms are the same. It could just be your time of the month. Come on, I’ll go with you to get some tests.” Cassie was right. It could very well just be your period showing up. You nodded and let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

No words were spoken as she grabbed both of your purses and pulled you out the front door. There was a CVS not far from your apartment. Your body was wrought with nerves at buying a pregnancy test in your hometown, but San Diego was big enough and the parking lot was still mostly empty with it being morning that you didn’t think you would run into anyone. You were coming close to your twenty-seventh birthday anyway. Buying a pregnancy test was common for people your age, but that didn’t make it any less awkward in your mind.

Ten minutes later you stood in the family planning aisle of the pharmacy. There were so many tests you had no idea what ones to get. Digital? Not digital? Clearblue? First response? How was it that you graduated law school at the top of your class but you couldn’t pick a fucking pregnancy test?

Cassie showed back up at your side, a bottle of wine and a multitude of snacks in the basket on her arm.

“Wine?” You raised an eyebrow at her.

“Yeah, for us to celebrate if it’s negative.”

“And if it’s positive?”

“Then I’ll drink the bottle for the both of us.” You let out a biting laugh and turned back to the tests. Cassie’s hand popped up in your view, plucking a pink box with a set of three tests. “I remember seeing a couple boxes of these in my sister’s bathroom when she was trying for Stella.” That was all the convincing you needed.

You guys were in the home stretch. Standing in line behind some old lady picking up a pack of depends and prune juice when the door chime went off. Your leg was bouncing and you were staring at the floor when a familiar voice spoke out.

“Well look what we have here!” If a black hole was going to open up and swallow you whole you wished it would happen sooner rather than later.

Looking up you spotted hair so bleached it was unnaturally white, especially when paired with the overly tanned skin. Libby Wilson. A ghost from high school past that you hoped would stay in the cemetery. Libby had taken the Y2K popular girl trope way too seriously. From the looks of it she still took it too seriously. Most people grew after high school, became different people and changed their looks. Not Libby. Her clothes were a little more modern, but other than that it was as if she was looking at a yearbook picture.

And as if the universe wasn’t shitting on you enough it was like her eyes were drawn to the items in your basket, specifically the box of tests. Her eyes bounced around at the other items and then to you and Cassie. Apparently the bleach hadn’t completely fried her brain and she was still able to connect the dots.

“Oh, honey, aren’t we a little too old for this? I mean we’re not in college anymore.” You didn’t have the fucking mental capacity to deal with this. Normally you would have been quick on your feet with a comeback, but your mind was failing you at the moment.

Thankfully Cassie’s mind was still working at full capacity.

“Your husband still seems to be stuck in high school. Or at least he was when I saw him at O'Shaughnessy's with Melanie Baker last weekend.” A smirk tugged at your lips as you watched the anger flash across Libb’s face for a quick second before she regained her composure.

“Well. Good luck.” It was a sickly sweet call of support before the woman turned and walked towards the pharmacy counter.

You squeezed Cassie’s hand in silent thanks as the old woman finally paid for her items. Your nerves shot back up one ride home, only getting worse the close you got to your apartment. What were you going to do if you were pregnant? There was always an abortion, but did you really want to do that? Yet at the same time could you really juggle being a single mom and starting a law career? Sure, your parents, your siblings and your friends would absolutely help where they could. But you knew yourself, you knew how stubborn you were when it came to accepting help. Even if you needed it.

And Jake. What were you going to do on that front? All you had was his first name. He could be halfway across the world right now. Even if you did find him, who was to say he would want any part of this? Still, did he deserve to know if you were pregnant? This whole thing was a mess. This was exactly why you didn’t listen to your pussy. Your brain has never steered you wrong.

Three minutes had never felt so long. Your hand was tightly clasped around Cassies as you waited, tears ready to spill no matter the results. The time on your phone went off, but you didn’t move. It was Cassie who made the move to shut the sound off. She stayed still, her eyes on you as she watched to see if you would move. When she realized you weren’t she tentatively pushed herself up from the floor.

“So?”

“It’s positive.”

Suddenly you couldn’t breathe. Your chest felt tight and at the same time you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. You felt the tears rolling down your cheeks but your head spinning so much you weren’t sure if they were real or not. Positive. You were pregnant. A metaphorical window opened and all your plans for the future flew out of it.

Of course you knew you had options. It was your body, it was your life. Despite the heavy feministic views you had you just knew you couldn’t make the decision without at least trying to find Jake. It was only fair. You worked in the legal system, you’d witnessed mothers give up their legal rights. If that was what you so chose to do. Maybe you would come to find you wanted to step up. That you would want to be a mom to the little thing growing inside of you.

Cassie’s voice was what finally brought you out of your second spiral of the day.

“Don’t freak out yet,” you scoffed. That was easy for her to say. She wasn’t the one pregnant. “I think you should call your doctor. Set up an appointment to get a blood test. Maybe you just happened to have three false positives?” You gave her a look that said yeah right, but you knew she was just trying to make you feel better. To find a glimmer of hope in a not so sunny situation.

The days leading up to your appointment felt like an out of body experience. Your mind was constantly running, you’d called in sick yesterday, and then again today. Which thankfully, due to your otherwise spectacular attendance, no one questioned it.

You took a deep breath and it came out shaky. The paper sheet underneath you crinkled as you waited for Dr. Bahn to return with your results. Over the weekend, through a lot of tears with Cass you decided you were going to go through with the pregnancy.

It wasn’t going to be easy, but you wanted it. You’d always wanted to be a mom, maybe not in this way and not this soon, but you knew you wanted it. As far as Jake was concerned, you were still going to try to find him. You were going to give him the option to be in the child’s life, but you were also going to give him an out. If he didn’t want anything to do with the kid he could waive his rights, you wouldn’t come after him for any child support. He could effectively wipe his hands clean of it all.

A knock at the door signaled the doctor’s return and you sat up straighter. Cassie, who had stuck with you like the dutiful best friend she was, tightened her grip on your hand. Dr. Bahn studied your face, trying to read your expression while hers remained neutral.

“The blood test came back positive.” Relief you hadn’t been expecting washed over you. Happy tears pricked at your eyes. “Considering the estimated date of conception would put you at about 7 weeks we’re going to go ahead and do the initial ultrasound. I’ll give you a moment to change.” You nodded, watching as the woman exited the room again.

No sooner had the door closed was Cassie asking you how you felt. You just shrugged as you changed out of your clothes, not thinking twice about Cassie being in the room with you. It wasn’t as if she had never seen you naked before during your twenty-two year friendship.

“Relieved? Happy? Nervous? I don’t know, this is a big change.” You answered as she helped tie the robe from behind you. Another knock came and the ultrasound machine was pushed in by a medical assistant. Dr. Bahn followed in, her expression still neutral. It must have been something she’d practiced over the years. It wasn’t until you were crying, a small smile on your face as she pointed out the barely there blip on the screen.

In the passenger seat of Cassie’s car you stared down at the ultrasound picture, your fingertips lightly brushing over it. It was a quiet moment of solitary bliss before Cassie started up with the questions again. Questions you didn’t want to think about just yet but that you knew you couldn’t really push off. Like when you were going to tell your parents, what you were going to do about your car that was in the shop again, and of course what you were going to do about Jake.

“I’m not going to tell my parents until I figure things out regarding Jake.” It wasn’t that your parents would be overly upset with you, your mom was somewhat of a free spirit and your dad pretty much did whatever she wanted of him, they would probably be happy. After the initial shock wore off, but you knew they would want to know about the father. It was already going to be embarrassing enough for you to tell them the pregnancy was the result of a one night stand, let alone that you had no clue who or where the father was.

Cassie nodded. “Alright, let’s get looking for Mr. Jake.”

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jungwnies · 2 years

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𝐬𝐚𝐧 ― 𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

𝐀 = affection (how affectionate is he? how often does he show affection?)

san is quite affectionate. he never fails to show his love through hugging or having some sort of physical touch with you. not only that but he also tends to get you things while he’s out and surprise you but his main form of showing affection is hugging you and smiling around you. you know he’s happy and comfortable when he’s touchy and smiley.

𝐁 = beginning (what would he be like as a bsf; how would the friendship start?)

he would be such a good best friend. he’s always doing his best to make sure you’re happy and he’s your shoulder to lean on. he’s always there for you and he has never once left your side; even in arguments he is still there. the friend would most likely start because a random conversation sparked up; something about san radiates “im gonna talk to this person in line” and while he’s in line waiting to get whatever it is he starts a conversation with you and from there you guys exchanged numbers and became friends.

𝐂 = cuddles (does he like to cuddle; how would he cuddle?)

yes; he loves to cuddle. he is little a cuddle bug as much as he won’t verbally admit it everyone knows it once they feel his arms wrap around him. his touch is warm and his hug is quite inviting

𝐃 = domestic (does he want to settle down; how good is he at cooking and cleaning?)

yes, yes, and yes. he wants to have a family so bad. he wants to marry and settle down sooo bad. he loves the thought of having something so precious and having something that is only his. he’s not bad at keeping things tidy and making some foods but there’s always room for improvement.

𝐄 = ending (if he had to break up with you; how would he do it?)

oh man, this is hard. this would be a tough pill to swallow; the thought of even mentioning breaking up breaks him. he would approach you in person and tell you everything and why.

𝐅 = fiance (how does he feel about commitment; would he want to get married quick?)

he loves the thought of it; but he wouldn’t want to rush anything.

𝐆 = gentle (how gentle is he; emotionally + physically?)

he’s super gentle. his touch is gentle, the way he treats you is gentle, he cares about you so much and he would never do anything to intentionally hurt you.

𝐇 = hugs (does he likes hugs; how often does he hug you; what are his hugs like?)

all the time, i see san as someone who constantly craves physical touch so any time he gets to receive or give you a hug he’s going to take the chance; his hugs are warm and always inviting he’s never made you feel as if his hugs were nothing

𝐈 = i love you (how fast does he say he loves you?)

it takes him a while to confess his love; it's not that he doesn't love you but he wants the timing to be right; he would be completely shattered if he said it too soon that you don't like him enough to love him.

𝐉 = jealousy (how jealous does he get; what does he do when he is jealous?)

he is super jealous; he might even the epitome of jealous and possessive. he loves you in a way where you wouldn't want someone else and albeit he knows that he can't help but think that someone is going to want YOU; you are godly in his eyes so when he sees someone trying to hit on you he immediately grabs onto your hand and places a kiss on your lips.

𝐊 = kisses (what are his kisses like; where does he like to kiss you; where does he like to be kissed?)

lips, neck, somewhere on the upper body to be honest; he likes to leave soft longing kisses on your neck, especially when he's needy he will leave kisses on you; he likes to be kissed on his lips, he will pucker his lips in front of you and wait for a kiss.

𝐋 = little ones (how is he around children?)

i think he's good with children; but you wouldn't want him around children 24/7 because THAT might be a disaster

𝐌 = morning (how are mornings spent with him?)

he seems to be the type who wakes up early; if he's feeling energized then he will make breakfast; but sometimes he'll wake up, cuddle you a little closer and fall back asleep :')

𝐍 = night (how are nights spend with him?)

he sleeps well; some nights he's restless while some nights he's out like a light. he often keeps a show playing in the background or maybe even some white noise or some chill piano music in the background.

𝐎 = open (when would he open up; does he say everything at once or does he wait to reveal himself?)

he's not quick to open up; he takes awhile to open up but when he does he doesn't realize that he's telling you things about his life he's never told anyone. he doesn't say everything at once but things piece together as the relationship goes on.

𝐏 = patience (how easily angered is he?)

he's easily angered if you push the right buttons but he's usually pretty calm and willing to talk through any problems; although he often pretends to be angry when he's really not.

𝐐 = quizzes (how much would he remember about you; does he remember every little detail; or is he forgetful?)

he remembers everything from the little things to the big things he remembers EVERYTHING.

𝐑 = remember (what is his favorite moment in the relationship?)

he loves the moments where everything is just smiles and joy; the smile he gives you where his eyes are barely open and his cheeky smile is the brightest thing in the world. his sweet smile along with you sweet laugh that sounds like music to him is his favorite moment.

𝐒 = security (how protective is he; how does he protect you; how would he like to be protected?)

he is super super super super duper pooper super protective; he protects you by keeping you close but also reminding you that he will always pick you over himself; he doesn't feel the need to be protected but he feels safest when he's with you in general.

𝐓 = try (how much effort does he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he just wants you to be happy but he doesn't put his full effort into his dates; he's more of a let's see how the day goes kinda guy but on anniversaries he will go the extra mile without a doubt

𝐔 = ugly (what are some of his bad habits?)

his possessive might get the best of him at times but it's not too bad; albeit he can get quite annoying sometimes.

𝐕 = vanity (how concerned is he with his looks?)

he does not care an ounce of what he looks like; as long as he looks good in your eyes he is perfectly fine <3

𝐖 = whole (would he feel incomplete without you?)

honestly, no. i don't think he's the type of guy who would rely on someone to feel complete since he wants to eliminate any chance of heart break or attachment.

𝐗 = xtra (random headcanon for him)

although he can be possessive and sometimes annoying he is undoubtedly the best boyfriend ever; he is the sweetest boyfriend and the cutest little love bug ever.

𝐘 = yuck (what are some things he wouldn't like; in general or in a partner?)

i don't think he would want someone who is inconsiderate or arrogant

𝐙 = zzz (what are his sleeping habits?)

i feel like he's the type of guy to sleep in like a full set of pajamas but he's also the type of guy who like... lightly snores ㅠㅠ

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fletchervanhall · 9 months

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Lessons & Reflections | Solo Para

Featuring: Fletcher Van Hall w/ mentions of Aera Jin & Drew Van Hall (and crew members of The Ink Tank Location: The Ink Tank; San Francisco, CA Notes/Triggers: Brief mention/allusion to miscarriage

Fletcher sat in his office at The Ink Tank, double-checking the month's inventory order submitted by one of his receptionists, Tanya. It was their routine to handle the shop's inventory together with her doing the initial form and Fletcher verifying and submitting it. He'd only had one more appointment that day--a nipple piercing--and then his appointments were done for the day. After that, he would make a trip to the gym for just half an hour and then go home to shower and make dinner for Drew, Aera and himself.

Since learning of Aera's pregnancy, Fletcher made small adjustments. The first being that he'd moved the mini fridge out of his office and upstairs at his and his uncle's home to his bedroom. He carried out the appointments he'd already had booked prior to going to Hawaii, but made the conscious effort to lighten his load in case he needed to cancel or reschedule in the event of an emergency. It also ended up being more of a growth opportunity for the shop's other receptionist, Preston, who was also apprenticing as an artist.

Fletcher also moved his pet chinchilla, Dumbo to his office permanently, rather than having him stay only part time at the shop. While Fletcher considered himself diligent with keeping Dumbo's cage clean, he didn't know what sort of smells Aera would be sensitive to and decided not to exacerbate her feeling ill further. The decision also came from him trying to do some reading online, and then ultimately ordering a couple of books for him to read when he had down time in his office.

The books, along with private conversations he'd had with his uncle had been helping him greatly, even though he was trying to keep Aera's words in mind of not getting his hopes up. It was a tougher thing to agree to, the more time went on. He knew she had been through this before and doubted that it made it any easier for her to experience. But all of this was new for him. Not only was the prospect of fatherhood new for him, but going day in and day out with the forewarning that fatherhood wasn't likely to actually happen had been a foreign pill to swallow.

He'd spent a great deal of time thinking about this, and talking about it with no one other than his uncle and to a far lesser extent, to Aera. He didn't need to worry or stress her out when she was already having a difficult enough time with the pregnancy as it was. She was the one who had been through this, experienced the loss and carried on somehow. She was the one enduring all of the nausea, vomiting, fatigue, food aversion, weight loss and so-on, on top of the fear of a recurring loss. His uncertainty on how to feel and how best to approach wasn't her burden to bear.

Fletcher wasn't great at writing. He knew it and his uncle knew it but it didn't stop the older man from suggesting that he write his thoughts down--journal them privately, and be completely candid. So after confirming the inventory, submitting the order for the shop and filing it away, he went into one of his locked desk drawers and pulled out a small, thin notebook. Some of the used pages in it were slightly crinkled and would curl upon opening from his heavy-handed past writings, but he flipped to a blank page, scribbled the date in the corner like always, and began writing.

"It feels selfish as fuck but I wanna have this baby with Aera. I love her. It scares the shit out of me to think about us losing the bug. Which is nuts considering fatherhood wasn't even on my mind until I saw that pregnancy test on the bathroom counter. It's not that I don't want to be a dad (I know, I'm repeating myself now because I've said this before in this thing) but Jesus I'm 40 now. I had old parents and I don't want to be anything like them, unable to really be there for my kid because I'm too worn down or too tired or I think they're too much just because they're young and I start trying to force them to be old as shit instead of what they are. A goddamn kid. It's bullshit. It made for a bullshit childhood and I wouldn't want that for any kid of mine. So I'd hope like hell I'd never be that way towards any kid of mine.

I just didn't think being a parent would ever happen because it hadn't yet. But there's a real chance now and to have that taken away from the both of us? It'd be the sickest, most twisted kind of shit. I know it matters more that Aera's ok. I really do know that. But I feel like losing this baby would wreck us both. And fuck if she wouldn't be the best mom. She's kind, caring, so damn talented and I know she'd spoil the shit out of our kid without letting them grow up to be a brat.

I love her and I don't say 'I love you' to many people. But I love her. There's not much I wouldn't do for her and if I could, I'd guarantee her that our baby, our bug's gonna make it. But I can't and that pisses me off that I can't do that. I can't do anything to guarantee that for her or me. I'm trying with everything I've got though to be there as much as I can for both of them. And when I know she's really asleep, I talk a little to the bug. It's nothing deep or anything. I just let em know that we're here, we love them and we want to meet them someday. That's it. I think saying a little helps me not sound too much into it like Aera suggested. But I know deep down that it's too late for that. For me anyway.

Fuck."

Fletcher closed the notebook with a snap and tossed it back into the drawer with a sigh. He had no idea what the wait was like. He tried not to have all of his Aera's conversations be around the pregnancy and their baby, and he'd asked his uncle to do the same while the two were home together. But even with the books and journaling and talking, there was still more for him to learn that only time could teach him.

After locking the drawer back up and getting his desk in order, Fletcher got up from the office to go out into the shop's parlor space. One of his artist's tattoo guns was buzzing away, cutting through the shop's overhead speakers of heavy rock music playing. Fletcher drew in a deep breath, schooled his face and began his rounds to the stations with his crew none-the-wiser to his personal goings on.

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shearbolt · 10 months

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A Master and Student Mini-Fic

The leaves above him rustle as a pair of sandaled feet land on the branch above his head. Always so loud for a shinobi, even a young one.

The genin is lucky that Sasuke is always aware of his surroundings. Otherwise, he might have ended up with a sword for his chest for the interruption. Instead of acknowledging the young intruder, he takes another bite of his onigiri and chews.

Yo! Sasuke-san!” He cheerfully shouts, landing beside him in a crouch that sends a grasshopper jumping into the older shinobi’s bento box. “I heard you were back!”

Sasuke shoos the bug off his lunch, wondering if Boruto is aware that he’s also lucky the elite shinobi has a high tolerance level for loudmouth blonds.

“Sorry to disappoint you but there’s going to be no training today. I just needed to personally deliver a scroll to Sai.”

Well, that and give his daughter the fuma shuriken he’d picked up for her in Amegakure. Strange, how often he felt compelled to bring little gifts home to Sarada ever since he’d begun to return to the village more often.

Parenting is still a mystery to the man who’d traversed most of the known world during his travels as are his own feelings on the topic.

Every time he returns home, the village is a little different, his daughter a little taller. The things that should be most familiar are always growing and changing, whether he is present or not.

Should he feel wistful? Sad? Proud? Protective? There’s not one emotion that encompassess everything he feels towards his growing child. Though, the nice thing about loudmouth blonds are they don’t leave him alone with his thoughts.

“Oh, I know.” Boruto squats down by his side, twiddling his thumbs as though some part of him must always remain in motion. “Sarada said you were only around for the day. I just wanted to… talk.”

He blinks, wondering what it would have been like to have a bond throughout his childhood like the one had by the young Uzumaki and his daughter. Someone who was just there… even when other important people are absent.

His dark eyes flick over to Boruto’s hands, the black diamond slightly visible in the center of his palm. “You stopped wearing the glove I gave you.”

The youth quickly fists his hand, hiding the karma mark. “Well, after Sarada and Mitsuki I saw it, I figured everyone else would see it and—”

“You lost it, didn’t you?” Sasuke says, taking another bite of his onigiri without looking at the boy.

“Ah… yes,” he admits, scratching the back of his head. “But, I figured I couldn’t hide it forever, you know. I have to wash my hands and—”

Sasuke’s eyes drift up to the leaves overhead, sunlight filtering through the trees he loves so much while his student makes up a ridiculous list of excuses. He finally runs out of words as Sasuke finishes his second rice ball.

“Is there something you actually wanted to talk about?” Sasuke asks, unfolding one knee so it wouldn’t get stiff. No matter how talented a medical ninja his wife was, she couldn’t stop his joints from aging.

“Oh… uh… yeah. I guess there was.” Boruto finally relaxes from his squatted position and sits on the ground beside Sasuke, his fisted hand still shut tight. “Maybe you won’t understand, but… Have you ever felt as though your body is changing?”

The usually stoic shinobi raises his eyebrows at a conversation he was hardly prepared to have with his own daughter, much less someone else’s child. “Don’t you think you should be talking to your own father about this?”

His response is met with a flurry of waving hands as Boruto’s face turns red. “No, no! I didn’t mean THAT. I know all about… Uh, nevermind. It’s not important.”

“If you came to bother me, you must have thought it was important,” Sasuke tells the young man hiding behind the hands over his face.

With a sigh, Boruto pulls one hand away, gazing at the Karma on his hand. “I meant THIS. I know the pills have stopped the Otsutsufication process, but… Am I still me? Maybe I’m just being stupid.”

The spot where his neck meets his shoulder suddenly itches. Sasuke takes a deep breath, pushing back the urge to scratch the spot where Orochimaru’s curse mark used to be. “I don’t think it’s stupid.”

He’d spent his entire adulthood learning to control his emotions, tamping down a childhood of anger into something productive rather than destructive, but a shadow of darkness bubbles up in the back of his mind.

“It’s not stupid,” he says again, trying to make every word count without saying too much. “Something was done to you that you had no control over and you’ll forever be changed by it.”

Boruto laughs, eyes creased into little slits hiding his expressive blue eyes. “Well, it was kind of my fault for killing Momoshiki, right?”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Sasuke says so sharply the boy’s eyes go wide. “None of this was your fault.”

“But, I—”

Sasuke cuts him off. “Something was DONE to you, Boruto. And, no, you’ll never be the same person you would have been otherwise, but what you do now is up to you.”

“Sasuke-san.” His voice is quiet, unsure how he’s supposed to react to his teacher’s angry outburst.

The older man unfolds his tall frame, sweeping his hair to the side, covering his missing eye.

“You should train more,” he says, not because it’s the answer to Boruto’s question, but it’s the only thing that ever brought him solace.

“Yes, sir,” Boruto says, jumping up with a broad smile on his face.

How could they always smile like that, those Uzumaki boys? Even when facing the darkest of fates?

He holds out his bento box, wrapped in blue cloth embroidered with the Uchiha symbol. “Could you please take this back to my house for me?”

Boruto nods eagerly, grabbing the empty container. “Yes, Sasuke-san!”

Sasuke watches the boy disappear into the trees, a single leaf with its center chewed out by a caterpillar floating down in his wake.

Maybe the boy would run into Sarada or Mitsuki, providing some distraction to his troubled mind.

After all, a distraction was the only thing Sasuke had to offer him.

With a sigh, he brushes a few blades of grass off the back of his cape and walks away.

~end

#boruto uzumaki #boruto #boruto naruto next generations #sasuke uchiha #Sasuke #Student and Master

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I grew up in the San Joaquin Valley and my childhood was full of their song. I never stopped considering it the most enchanting thing to hear.

It binds together thousands of memories of laying in the backyard grass, of holding fallen needles from our little redwood tree, of the lingering scent of our tomato leaves and eucalyptus trees’ seeds on my fingers, of feeling the tickles on my palm from the tiny tiny feet of a pill bug I found in the garden...

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not based on any actual butterfly e’s jus cillin

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W.D. Gaster was the royal scientist of the Underground and one of the oldest bugs in the kingdom, even surpassing Asgore as he worked for the royal family as a child. He took on a young common pill-bug(armadillidium vulgare) that had an interest in his work as a student and later, long-term assistant. His two sons inherited after his adventurous spirit and curiosity but not his field of work. Papyrus(Limenitis archippus) joined the royal guard and rose throughout the ranks, even befriended the captain. Sans(Morpho menelaus) took an interest in magic and ‘soul power’. He occasionally travelled to different kingdoms to learn of their culture and spells.Gaster occasionally travelled throughout kingdoms to collect plant or rock specimens to examine later.

His last expedition was to Hallownest. He had a fascinating find after finding an old moth-like statue on a high peak and discovering the cave below was filled with bright crystals. The shifts in environment as he travelled between regions needed its own journal entirely. His decent through the kingdom even took him to the king! But what was he doing at what seemed the bottom of the world? Gaster tried to ask him why he was standing outside the door of a cavern with a familiar aura. The king gave him a vague answer as he noticed a child standing behind the monarch.

No more than three words into the next question before the king motioned and the child lunged. No, not child. They felt empty, as if they had no soul. Only a vessel for something far larger than what he had been expecting. He was always told to take up a weapon, anything for self defense. They had always brushed them off, confident he could use his wings and wit to escape. They- it, had caught him off guard. his wings were torn in several locations as he was held down. The ‘king’ looked down with disgust before pointing to the door the two had been at. The next thing he felt was the air around him as he fell. The impact stunned him for several hours. he was surrounded by broken masks and darkness. They had left him with his bag, at least he had food.

Void is a substance that takes many forms. It flows from vein-like rivers only turtles could survive. No one has found solid void. Gaseous void is the most dangerous of all void. It slowly eats away and replaces ones body with small amounts of exposure.

What would happen if one was trapped in an endless well of void?

#Hollowtale #gaster #undertale #undertale au #hollow knight #lore #my art

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Go Ask Alice by Beatrice Sparks

Sparks, Beatrice. Go Ask Alice. Avon Books, 1982.

Summary-

Go Ask Alice is a difficult book to summarize because it is supposedly made up of purely diary entries from a fifteen-year-old girl, but I will do my best to relay the highlights from this ‘interesting’ book. Go Ask Alice follows a fifteen-year-old girl through her life as she descends into drug addiction, running away, rehabilitation, relapse, going home, rehabilitation, relapse running away, prostitution, coming home, rehabilitation, falling in love, being drugged by others, being placed into a mental institution, rehabilitation, becoming ‘normal’ again, before finally ending with her saying she was not going to keep a diary anymore and dying of an overdose three weeks later.

Alice’s first drug experience is at a party when someone puts LSD into her coke and she trips for the first time. She is ashamed of how much she loves it but does not regret it, she actually decides she would like to do it again and experience all the other drugs she can at least once. From here she slips deeper and deeper into addiction, hooking up with guys and even selling drugs herself to afford her addiction. Finally, she decides she wants to get clean but can’t do so at home where everyone wants to give her drugs all the time so she decides to move to San Francisco with her friend. She and her friend get jobs before being drugged at a party, then decide to move again and start their own boutique. Once tired and homesick enough, they call home and fly back with no problem. Everything is going well until the two girls slip back into smoking weed again and Alice decides in a drugged-out haze that she’s going to run away again. While living on the street she becomes a prostitute and has a pimp that feeds her pills like a kept pet. Finally, she decides she’s done with that and goes to a Salvation Army to call her parents who come and pick her up again, no problem. While at home she tries to heal and get back to normal, but she is being harassed by old friends who are slipping joints in her pockets and threatening her health and safety if she doesn’t come do drugs with them. Despite all of the hardships she’s going through she falls for a college boy at her dad’s university and they start tentatively dating with her parents’ approval despite the age difference. Eventually, however, her old life catches up to her, and her old ‘friends’ drug her with chocolate-covered peanuts laced with acid while she is babysitting. This trip leads her to think she is covered in bugs and something is hurting the baby, eventually landing her in the hospital from the numerous wounds she had given herself including (but not limited to): ripped-out fingernails, bald spots, gashes on her body, black eyes, concussions, and horrific finger injuries from clawing at herself. Because of this horrible trip, she is institutionalized where she learns of other young people’s horrific experiences with drugs, prostitution, and more. She decides she wants to become a social worker to help others like them and herself and eventually is released from the institution and picked up by her parents. Finally, she comes home and makes some normal ‘square’ friends who don’t know about her past and things start to calm down. Alice decides that she is getting too old to keep a journal and thanks the pages for helping her. The next page is a statement stating that three weeks later she died from an overdose and no one knows whether it was on purpose, an accident, or done by someone else. The end.

Personal Response-

If the summary of this book sounded overly cheesy and stereotypical, that is because it was. Go Ask Alice is a poorly written book that for years was published and listed as a true story written by an actual fifteen-year-old girl, who actually died. Because of this, the story's poor writing, plot holes, one-dimensional characters, and stereotypical portrayals of adolescence, were never criticized. No one wanted to criticize a dead girl’s writing. Because of the book's vivid depictions of drug use, rape, sexual assault, prostitution, and more, it was obviously banned from a lot of schools. However, this only increased the book’s popularity and made students want to read the book more. This book also was published right around the time of the ‘war on drugs’ movement which set the book up for even more success as it served as a scare tactic for young people to not do drugs. Eventually, it was revealed that this book was completely fictional and written by Beatrice Sparks. Beatrice said she met ‘Alice’ at a Christian youth conference and after her death she was asked to publish her diaries as a way to help others. Eventually, Beatrice released other books in the same vein and it was revealed that although there may have been an ‘Alice’ it was improbable. Beatrice achieved success by feeding off of the country’s fears of drugs, aids, and satanism to garner success as a writer without actually having to do any ‘good’ writing at all; because who would want to insult the diaries of dead kids who were the victims of such horrendous atrocities.

Connections-

Go Ask Alice is by definition Young Adult literature, but to me, it is the worst example of YA literature I have ever read. In fact, the only reason I could read it is because it was like reading a car crash that you can’t look away from. Every page is written like trauma porn making sure to give all the gory details of this girl’s descent into addiction and others’ cruel treatment of her while neglecting to actually give her any other traits. I think this cash grab of a book is horrible and although it should not be banned, its author should be clearly listed, and it should not be taught in any classrooms that contain anyone in the YA age range. This book makes a mockery of real issues that kids go through and to teach it in any serious capacity would be an active slap in the face to kids who go through these issues. These issues should be talked about in YA, but in a realistic and well-rounded way, not as a scare tactic to ward kids away from drugs because ‘you don’t want to end up like Alice do you?” Young Adults deserve to read about serious topics in a setting that does not intend to traumatize them but rather inform them of real-world issues and experiences.

#Go ask alice #ya books

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cherrio-krispz · 4 months

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potatobug sans pill bug sans sans sans guys

#pill bug sans #…….pill bug PAPYRUS #he rolls up into a ball to then hit u like you’re bowling pins

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jyudles · 5 years

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a friend!!!

#jyushimatsu #osomatsu san #jyudoodle #post 391 #mod angel #i love pill bugs so much..... theyre so good #now u can kinda gauge small jyushis size

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SO either has a business trip and wants smelly to go somewhere or want to go on vacation with skelly boy, and they have to fly to go, how do they react to flying?

Sans: he has been on a plane before, and as long as he’s unconscious for the flight he doesn’t think about the height. Don’t expect him to be a good conversationalist during lol

Papyrus: he’s so exited and even pays extra to get a window seat!! It’s his first time flying and he wants to see the clouds and buildings! Papyrus will be bugging you every five minutes to get you to look out the window lol

Star: he’s never flown before either and will be excited. For the first ten minutes. Then star learns that flying is TORTURE. Small cramped seats, smelly humans, kids crying, and he can’t stretch. He’s so bored he might die

Honey: he thought he was going to be scared, but after the take off, honey relaxes and winds up playing video games with you the whole flight. That’s what switches are for!

Red: he red up all about airplanes and their design before the flight. Partly because that craps interesting. Partly because he’s really nervous. Red is twitchy and stiff for the first hour, but slowly relaxes during the flight. He probably winds up passing out like sans

Edge: he’s flown several times now and won’t bat an eye at any of the process. Edge spends most of the flight chatting with you

Mal: he’s never flown, but planes and heights don’t scare him either. What does bug him is having to go through that damn metal detector like five times. It keeps picking up his tongue studs and even though he showed them to security, they still think he’s holding something

Cash: he’s the guy who knows all the tricks for getting stuff past security. When you two go on the plane, cash proudly shares his contraband snacks he stuffed in his skull with you lol

Oak: the activity and altitude of the plane is going to give him the worst migraine. Poor guy. The smartest course of action is to have oak take some sleeping pills right before so he can avoid all the pain

Willow: you two have to fly first class in the specific door seats so he has enough room for his legs. He’s still slouching slightly though. Poor guys back is gonna pop like popcorn when he can finally get off and stretch

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #undertale #underswap #underfell #swapfell #horrortale

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hibiscusangel15 · 3 years

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Day 22 Prompt: there’s been talk about us

Summary: Rumors chased after Ichigo and Rukia their entire lives. People liked to gossip about their appearances. About their statuses. It was always the trivial matters that rubbed others the wrong way.

And then came the rumors about the nature of their relationship. For Day 22 of @ichirukimonth 2021.

Rating: Gen/K

*Also crossposted to AO3 and FFN!

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We fear that which we cannot see.

“Hey, have you heard?”

“That Kurosaki kid—”

“Yes, that Kuchiki girl—”

“No way! A delinquent joining our class?”

“Of course that untalented recruit is a noble. It’s the Kuchiki influence. I thought so, too!”

Rumors chased after Ichigo and Rukia their entire lives. People liked to gossip about their appearances. About their statuses. It was always the trivial matters that rubbed others the wrong way.

And then came the rumors about the nature of their relationship. A bit surprising, to be sure, but not altogether unexpected, given how petty gossip hounds could be. Just another bored rumor passed along the mill that would eventually be forgotten and replaced with something new.

They both denied it as firmly as they could. It never satiated others’ nosy appetites for long.

All those rumors fell away when she was whisked back to Soul Society. They were the last thing on his mind when he and the others fought to rescue her. He’d forgotten about them completely until she and the other Shinigami showed up during the next semester, unannounced, and the rumors started up again.

It didn’t help that she was living with him now, either.

“What’s the deal with you and Rukia-chan anyway?” Isshin asked while helping his son with the dishes. The girls were having fun getting to know each other upstairs, so he figured he’d step in.

Ichigo threw him a peeved side-glance. “What do you mean? She already told you she has no money or relatives here to help her.”

“So you volunteered to take her in without a second thought, huh?”

“You expect me to let her fend for herself?” The defensive edge in his voice made Isshin pause.

He smiled as he took a dish from the rack to dry. “No, of course not. You’ve always been the type to stick your neck out for someone in need. Why do you think your mom and I named you Ichigo?”

Ichigo said nothing, just continued washing dishes. If one good thing could be said about his punk of a son, it was the fact that he never flaunted his inner strength.

“You’ve never really had many friends growing up. For the longest time, the only friend you had was Tatsuki-chan and then Chad. Everyone else was too scared to try and talk to you. So I’m glad you’re putting yourself out there this year and making a bunch of new friends, Ichigo.”

His son’s face softened.

“That being said, you never answered my question, my son.” Isshin’s eyes sparkled with a single-minded pursuit. “Could it be you don’t trust me enough to tell me the truth? Or is it that you're too shy?”

That all-too-familiar scowl returned to Ichigo’s face. “What the hell’re you talking about, Dad?”

“There you go, dodging the question again! I’m talking about Rukia-chan! Is she, y’know, your girlfriend?”

“My...girlfriend?” A dish slipped from Ichigo's grasp and shattered into pieces.

“Aw crap!” he swore, stooping to the floor. “Sorry, Dad!”

Before he could reach for the largest piece, Isshin gently pushed his son's hands away. “Let me handle this, Ichigo. I don’t want you hurting yourself. Go get the trash can.”

“Dad, it’s no trouble. I can get it.”

Isshin paused. “To be honest with you, son, my joints ain’t as spry as they used to be. I probably can’t get up right now even if I wanted to.”

“Oh, what? You’re such an old man,” Ichigo said as he pushed himself up.

At that moment, Isshin slipped a small pill into his mouth. Urahara’s gigai tech might have been impressive when he was first gifted the thing, but damn was it getting more and more unresponsive as he got older.

After Ichigo cleared the shards away, Isshin let his son finish washing the dishes. It was the easiest way to trap him there, at any rate.

“Anyway,” he began again, “what is Rukia-chan to you?”

His son hesitated, brown eyes darting around as if he could pull some bullshit excuse from the murky dishwater.

He covered it up with yet another scowl. “We’re just friends. Sorry to disappoint you and Yuzu.”

“Aw, c’mon, Ichigo! Your sister and I are just curious!”

“You guys are way too keen about my nonexistent love life. Why don’t you two get lives of your own?”

“You kids might not understand this since you’re so young, but when you become a parent, your life revolves around your kids! That means your life is my life, too!” Isshin clenched his fist. “So c’mon, Ichigo! Tell me everything! Don’t be shy!”

“I’m not being shy. Quit bugging me.”

“Oh?” Isshin’s eyes gleamed. “Only a truly shy man would be so cold! Come now, my son! Confess your deepest, darkest secrets to your father!”

As soon as he tried to embrace his son, all turned black as his face rammed right into Ichigo’s elbow.

* * *

The girls upstairs heard a loud crash and Ichigo’s infuriated cursing.

Karin frowned at the floor. “There they go again. God, it’s so exhausting living with them. Sorry, you’re just going to have to deal with them for the time being.”

Rukia slapped on an innocent smile. “Oh, I don’t mind! I think a lively household is kind of fun!”

Another crash thundered through the house as the two men continued brawling away. Karin sighed. “Fun, huh?”

“I just hope they remember to clean up after themselves! I’d hate to clean the kitchen again when I already did it last weekend!” Yuzu said.

Rukia had heard their muffled fighting before when she hid in Ichigo’s closet. To actually bear witness to the Kurosaki family’s antics was another matter entirely. Compared to the piercing silence of the Kuchiki household, this was a much more comforting change of pace.

“Now don’t take this the wrong way, Rukia-chan.” Yuzu fidgeted on her bed . “But…um….”

Karin tilted her head back with a loud sigh. “She wants to know if you and our stupid brother are dating.”

“Karin!” Yuzu shouted, scandalized.

“It’s what you wanted to ask her since she arrived, right?”

“Dating?” Rukia repeated. “No, we’re just friends!”

“Just friends, huh?” Karin muttered.

“Yes, of course.”

“So you say.”

“Karin!”

“I’m just saying it’d be way more interesting if all this was some elaborate ruse for Ichigo to introduce his girlfriend to the family is all.” She flopped back onto her bed, letting her legs swing freely over the edge.

“That certainly would be more interesting, I suppose,” Rukia conceded. “Unfortunately, that’s not true. No offense to your brother, but he’s too honest to think of doing something like that.”

The three paused when Ichigo’s booming sneeze echoed up to them from downstairs.

Karin smirked. “Friend, girlfriend. It’s all the same to me, I guess.” She pointed a finger at Rukia. “You and I might get along swimmingly once you drop that nice-girl act and be yourself, though.”

Rukia blinked. And here she thought her human girl schtick would work here, too.

The smile that crossed her lips was softer, more natural this time. “You and your brother have the same instincts, I see.”

“I’d say I’m better at reading people than he is. He’s a big dope.” Karin waved dismissively.

Yuzu’s warm smile grew. “Whether you’re just friends with Ichi-nii or something more, I’m still glad to have you in our home, Rukia-chan! It’s nice to have more girls in the house for once!”

Rukia dipped her head. “I’m grateful that you’re letting me stay here without questioning my motives. I hope I won’t be a burden to any of you.”

“If you can keep my brother and my dad in line, you’d be more of a help than a hindrance,” Karin said. “Anyway, Yuzu tends to snore and fuss in her sleep, so I hope you can deal with that, too.”

Yuzu flushed and threw a pillow at her sister’s bed. “Karin! I don’t snore!”

Siblings showed the oddest resemblances to one another from time to time. Karin's teasing grin was so much like her brother's that it made Rukia smile in return. Ichigo then barged into the room and plunked himself on the edge of her bed to hang out with them. They all talked about their day and mocked each other in that special way only siblings could. It was warm and exasperatedly caring.

All those silly rumors that once passed around Karakura High about her and Ichigo dating would definitely escalate if anyone saw her living with him. It didn’t matter to her either way.

For once, she'd found a place where she didn’t have to worry about being judged. Rukia could dare to be happy. She dared to relax and laugh along with them. The Kurosaki family treated her like she belonged, and that was enough.

* * *

“Wait, they live together? Are you sure?”

“Of course! Kojima-san went to their house the other day to bring Kurosaki all the homework he missed, and he told me that Kuchiki-san was the one who answered the door! And she took it from him on his behalf! Like she was his girlfriend or something!”

“No way someone as pretty as her would be shacking up with a guy like that, right?”

“I don’t know. You remember how she climbed in through the third-story window and kicked him in the face and smacked him around? If anything, I feel sorry for Kurosaki.”

Now those rumors couldn’t be helped either. Rukia needed somewhere to stay, and like a little pest, she wormed her way into Ichigo's home and his everyday life. And with his month-long Vizard training going on, he wasn’t exactly around to put a stop to them.

The rumors really started to get out of hand once Ichigo, his friends, and all those weird kids who joined in the middle of the semester disappeared at the same time. No one knew where they went, or if they were even alive.

Some theorized that they had all dropped out to form a street gang. Others proposed the idea that Kurosaki and Kuchiki-san had eloped and invited all their friends to the wedding. All of which were extremely ridiculous, but who was to prove them wrong? Certainly not the subjects of the rumors themselves.

Oddly enough, both Asano and Kojima were the first to dismiss any rumors they heard. They seemed less enthusiastic about it, like their friend’s love life was no longer a fun puzzle to work out. They hung a lot more around Arisawa, who was equally morose and exhausted with it all.

Of course, this only fueled the wild rumors further. Perhaps they were bummed out that they weren’t included in whatever escapades Kurosaki and his other friends got involved with.

Then Kurosaki returned. Without any of those weird friends of his. Without that odd Kuchiki girl by his side.

Kurosaki Ichigo became a recluse, even among those he once called friends.

Perhaps they’d broken up. Maybe she had to move away.

The mystique of their relationship died down pretty quickly after that.

It was not until May of their final year of high school did rumors about Kuchiki Rukia returning circulate around the school. Someone claimed to have seen her hanging around Karakura again. With how eagerly Kurosaki cancelled the rest of his sports team contracts to leave school earlier, it seemed more and more plausible.

Inoue Orihime’s own confirmation that the Kuchiki girl was indeed back only fueled the flames. Apparently, Kuchiki Rukia and all the new kids had to move far away all of a sudden. No, they weren’t all a weird family. No, she would not return to Karakura High.

As for the rumor covering Kuchiki Rukia and Kurosaki Ichigo’s relationship status, Inoue, Arisawa, and Kojima were all tight-lipped on the matter. Despite their best efforts, Asano Keigo was not all that great at keeping secrets, and it only took a bit of pressure for him to crack.

“No, they’re not dating! Can you believe that?” he’d screech at anyone who would listen. “I swear, I’ve tried so hard to hook them up, but nothing I do works! Tell me, what’s a guy gotta do to help his dumbass friend score, huh?”

* * *

Rukia was in the middle of writing up a report when Ichigo decided to show up for an impromptu visit. Admittedly, it was nice catching up with him, but it did wreck her entire work schedule for the day.

Well, perhaps wreck wasn’t the right word for it. She didn’t mind his company. She just normally finished up faster than this.

The odd look her brother threw her when she requested that they be left alone put her off. It did not help that she had flushed when Renji raised a tattooed eyebrow at her before he left, nor the fact that the servants hushed their giggles when Ichigo looked over his shoulder at them.

“Hey, is something going on around here?” he asked after catching the latest servant stifling a smile as she passed. “The servants have been whispering to each other all day.”

That’s because you decided to barge in so blatantly like you live here, you fool, she wanted to say.

Rukia shrugged affectedly. “People like to talk.”

About us, to be precise.

Ichigo scoffed. “People are always talking about me like I’m some kind of freak because of my hair. I’ve never cared all that much about gossip. It’s all bullshit anyway.”

She set her brush down on the inkstone. “I see. You too, huh?”

“Too?” he repeated, finally looking over at her.

“You heard Nii-sama explain why I was adopted into the Kuchiki clan, correct?” She took his silence as a yes. “The Kuchiki name is a prestigious one, but that notoriety does not come without its costs. The moment I was adopted, I was immediately placed in Squad Thirteen despite never having graduated from the Shinigami Academy. I was deemed a product of nepotism, and the other squad members hated me for it.”

Rukia shut her eyes. The memory of Kaien’s warmth flickered in the back of her mind. That would be a story for another day.

“It may seem ridiculous to you, how such a thing could hurt me.” Her smile did not reach her eyes.

He shook his head. “It’s not ridiculous, Rukia. What’s ridiculous is all the stuff people assumed about you. They don’t even know you.”

“No,” she said. “But even worthless rumors can start to take their toll once enough of them build up.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I’m gonna change that.”

Her smile fell. “How so?”

“We’re friends,” Ichigo said without any hesitation whatsoever. “So anyone who talks shit about you gets the business end of my sword.”

“A little extreme, don’t you think?”

Ichigo snorted but said nothing else.

To alleviate the tension brewing around him, she teased, “And what rumors about yourself have you heard lately? I’ve heard quite a lot. I’ve even been asked to confirm a few, on occasion.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

Rukia turned the various rumors over in her mind, struggling to find the best way to spin it. A joke perhaps? Could he laugh off something like this?

No, Ichigo would probably get embarrassed and storm off to find the cretin who started these unsavory rumors in the first place. She would assume such talk was unbefitting of those who served in the Thirteen Court Guard Squads, but apparently she was mistaken.

“Nothing much. Petty gossip.” She continued writing her report as if such matters didn’t concern her at all. “About you and I, mostly. What we are to each other.”

Ichigo scowled. “Not this again.”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“It’s like people don’t have anything else to do with their lives. Stop trying to live vicariously through us already.”

Rukia paused. “Live vicariously?”

“Yeah, it’s like when people try to experience stuff through—”

“No, I know what it means. But what did you mean by that?”

The moment he met her eyes, she understood. There was a frantic, helpless gleam to them, but even so, he did not dare look away.

It was not a challenge, but more a question. It was a plea. His confession.

“Oh. I see.”

“Look, I wasn’t trying to…. I mean, it’s not…. This wasn’t the way that I wanted to….”

Ichigo put his head in his hands and took a deep breath. When he finally sat up straight again, he looked her right in the eye. “Rukia, do you want to go out with me?”

“Oh?” She leaned her head in a hand, the corner of her mouth tugging up. “Are you sure you want to prove those rumormongers right?”

He scowled. “This isn't about them! I told you, I don’t give a shit about what other people think. It wasn’t the rumors that made me like you.”

“What a bold thing to admit.” She covered her mouth in mock surprise.

“Ugh, shut up! It’s hard enough to say as it is.”

Rukia began to laugh. “You’re so strange, Ichigo. I like that about you, though.”

He tried and failed to hide how red his face had become. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not.” Her smile became more genuine then as she reached her hand out to his. “I am happy you asked. Although, I hope you know that it is uncouth of you to drop in on a woman unannounced. According to what I read about courting in the World of the Living, it is also customary to have a chaperone along with us on our dates.”

“Yeah, that’s been outdated for centuries now. What the hell kind of books are you even reading?” he scoffed.

“How rude! And here I was, excited to ask Nii-sama to accompany us for our first date!”

“What? Don’t bring Byakuya into this!”

Their silly bickering echoed all throughout the courtyard. Even still, they did not let go of the other's hand.

* * *

"Hey, have you heard?"

"That Substitute Shinigami and Lieutenant Kuchiki are dating?"

"Why is this news? Weren't they already a couple?"

"Ah, I see! So I was right all along."

Years and years of speculation, only to have the confession be far more mundane than they hoped.

The funny thing about rumors was, once they were confirmed, they lost their appeal extremely quickly.

Another rumor soon came to take its place.

"Kurosaki Ichigo is a noble? No way!"

"Sure, he looks a lot like Lieutenant Shiba, but isn't he just a human?"

"You sure he didn't just marry into the Kuchiki family?"

And so it goes. And so the rumors circled back once again.

If you can say that your heart doesn't change

Then that is strength.

No, nothing can change my world.

The only time a petty rumor is actually one hundred percent true lol. But I mean, it's not hard to disprove with the way they're always looking at each other.

I suppose this fic can kind of fit in the same AU as Home and Clearing Away the Rain. Maybe consider it a prequel of sorts, if you like!

Thanks for reading! Until next time!

#IRMonth2021 #Day 22: there's been talk about us #Ichiruki #OTP: Black Sun and White Moon #Kurosaki Ichigo #Kuchiki Rukia #Kurosaki Isshin #Kurosaki Karin #Kurosaki Yuzu #Bleach #my fanfiction

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Making time (Aizawa Shouta x Reader)

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Author’s note: My brain bugged I guess so here’s a blurb with Aizawa Shouta x reader. I do not own the gif, they belong to their owner/creator. You can find my masterlist here! You can also find more content on my patreon!

He did tell you that teach in the morning and hero-ing at night was not a proper schedule for anyone. Many times. Did you listen to him? Of course not. After all, he was just one hero patrolling at night and teaching during the day, wasn't he? The call he got from the hospital had not surprised him at all as he was walking to school. Typically, you were there earlier than him anyway, so it wasn't strange when he woke up without you by his side that morning.

The words of the nurse who had called him were still ringing in his ears. '' Aizawa-san? It's about your wife... She was found unconscious on the street and was rush to our hospital.'' That was not a great way to start his day.

He called the school to let them know about the situation, and he turned around to make his way to the hospital. Sometimes you understood better after the fact, but he wasn't really into seeing you in a hospital bed because of a bad circumstance.

"WHAAAA-" that was the answer of most of Aizawa's students when Yamada Hizashi entered the room. "What do you mean he's not making class today?" Hizashi passed a hand into his hair, that was going to be a hard pill to swallow.

"He might miss a few days. Also, Aiz- hmm, (L/N)-sensei will not be present today due to health issues. They will take a short break to recover from it. " He declared in a loud voice. Once again, the class had a big reaction, drowning President Mic's voice. Without addressing the myriad of questions that followed, Hizashi started the class.

You -on the other hand- were sleeping soundlessly on the hospital bed when Shouta entred. It was the first time in a while he saw you so peaceful. He sat on the chair near the bed and waited. The nurse passed her head be the door, and she cleared her throat.

"Sir? Do you want a pillow?"

Shouta nodded negatively without looking up. He just needed to sit down, and he could sleep for days. The nurse continued.

"She's not going to wake up soon…" tries the nurse again.

''I know, and she better not," Shouta answers, eyes closed for good. Since he's not working today, he can catch up on sleep. ''Sh'needs sleeps.''

The nurse left, and Shouta could finally sleep too.

It was only later in the day when you finally woke up. Shouta was sitting up straight in the hospital chair. "What happened?" You asked in a low voice, your lips seemed like they had been frozen. Shouta opened his eyes and straightened his back and looked at you.

"You fainted in the street, someone called an ambulance."

You groaned, placing your hands on your face. "And they called you? When did you arrive?"

"I'm your emergency contact. And I came this morning. Since the doctors didn't know when you would wake up." Shrugged Shouta getting up from the chair. "The doctors said that we could go home as soon as you would wake up, that you just needed to rest." You nodded at his statement. Your back was hurting like hell, and the rest of your body was heavy, but you went out of the bed and took the hoodie Shouta was giving you.

"What about the school?"

"I called them to say that we would be absent for a couple of days, so you can rest. And don't think you won't hear about that again, you work too much."

"That's not-" you started before stopping your sentence, the first part of his slowly going to your brain so it could analyze it." What do you mean we would be absent for a couple of days?"

Shouta just smiles and shrugged, returning to his usual straight face as fast as he smiled. "Seems like I have to take some time for you, and we'll rest together." His arm looped with you, steadying you on your feet, but also making a loving contact, a thing that was rare outside of the house.

(...)

After a week of staying at home, sleeping, cuddling, watching movies, Shouta, and you finally came back to school. The children of class 1-A were relieved, but they had questions.

"Are you alright, (L/N)-sensei?"

"Why did Aizawa-sensei missed school too?"

"Was it serious, your condition?"

"Is Aizawa-sensei alright?"

You raised your hands before you, asking silently for peace. The students stopped talking.

"Aizawa-sensei and I are both fine, it wasn't a serious condition. Aizawa-sensei was helping me with something personal during the week." You responded once the calm finally settled. Hopefully, they would' t ask any more questions, and they were lucky that you were their first teacher of the day. Otherwise, they would have died.

#Bnha #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #Aizawa Shouta #Aizawa Shouta x reader #aizawa shouta imagine #imagine #x reader #one-shot #blurb #prompt #boku no hero academia #my hero academy #boku no hero x reader #Eraser head imagine #Eraser Head #UA

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