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boyprincessarchives · 3 months ago

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— ೀ from: your secret admirer [edward nashton x gn!reader]

︶︶︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶︶︶ summary: you're edward's newest penpal! ...unbeknownst to you. set in the riddler year one comics, in the midst of finding and fulfilling his purpose to rid the city of its impurities, edward finds that his biggest hurdle for his plans are the growing thoughts about the corner diner's newest regular. but he cant just come up to you!! maybe notes will have to suffice... contains: edward's usual creepy behavior, light stalking?, he just fantasizes about having a life with you/meeting you i guess, writer is horrible at riddles and attempts to make one word count: 1.5k tags: @nshtn writers note: heres that silly little fic i was talking about a few weeks back. im not sure why i feel more comfortable posting it on my second acc, but here we are! woohoo, its my first fic ever, so i hope you all enjoy some writing from a dyslexic and secondary english speaking writer♡ for that one person that said no, i humbly apologize hehe (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡

enjoy!! ︶︶︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶︶︶︶��୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶︶︶

♡ you two would definitely meet at the diner he frequently visits. during your first visit there, he was sitting in his usual spot, a booth in a forgotten corner, drinking a latte and solving his crossword puzzle. ♡ the diner is usually quite quiet at this hour, and he's frequented it to the point where he recognized the different usuals’ voices. so hearing you speak your order for the first time quickly stuck out at him, like a singular melody in the midst of his crowded mind. he immediately perked up at the sound; not much could really tear him away from whatever puzzle he brought to keep himself company but... you were so… different compared to everyone in this corrupt city. ♡ at first he’d try to brush off your presence, he might never see you again after all. but then you’d come in once a month, then every other week, then multiple times a week. ♡ he'd stare down at his lap, frustrated at himself. what was it about you that made you so different anyway? you were like a nagging habit he couldn't shake, like a stray that came crawling back that his heart couldn’t help but ache to tend to again. he sighed with his eyes shut, submitting to you every time, allowing his thoughts to be consumed by you once more. ♡ he was so lucky... having your closeness grace him. and each time you visited, you only seemed to fill more parts of his mind. at this point, he wasn’t even able to focus on his daily crossword puzzles. it annoyed him to no end but... that’s how he knew you were special. you brought a new light in his usual dark life. ♡ slowly, edward's mind didn't seem to care to search for the answer anymore. he didn't need to know why you were special, now he understood you just were special. he was losing his sense of logic, giving in to your beckoning presence, how good it felt love you. ♡ everyday he’d observe you from his own booth at the diner, now for once glad his spot was usually forgettable. he sipped away at his own cup as he watched and took note of every detail: the way you’d sigh after almost every sip of coffee you took, that polite, yet forced smile you gave to those who passed by, and his favorite detail? the fact that you never visited the diner with anyone else. of course he wasn’t entirely certain if you were single or not but, it made him more confident. like he actually had a chance. ♡ he’d immediately fantasize about the day where he was confident enough to go up to you and speak, figuring out the information he so desperately needed on his own, through your conversations, and not through speculation or crumbs of information he'd overhear through exchanges that didn't belong to him. in his mind he was obviously more confident, no stutters or awkward silences. then you’d go on dates, and maybe you’d see each other outside the diner, just the you two sharing a life together. oh, a man could dream...

♡ after finding and accepting his interest in you, he started frequenting the diner even more, just so he could broaden the possibility of seeing you more often. the time he spent there was practically unhealthy at this point. there was probably remnants of coffee in his lungs from the ungodly amount of hours he’d spend inhaling it secondhand. he would even bring in paperwork instead of his usual crossword puzzle. anything just to be blessed and catch glimpses of you. ♡ sometimes he would see you visit after an extra excruciating day of whatever you did for work. it would break his heart every time, watching you slump into your seat, your long sigh turning into a groan, before treating yourself to a sweet little dessert to drown out the sorrows long enough to at least get yourself home. ♡ he’d get lost in the thought of bringing you home— one you guys actually shared— scooping you up, running you a hot bath and taking you to bed, having you in his arms. he’d wished you didn't work, or at least not this hard. (though he found it quite admirable.) he wished that he could provide for you, so he could never see you this exhausted again. for once in his life he could feel adequate. like a worthy man, somebody's hero. ♡ at times he would feel guilty for borderline stalking you. he knew how you liked your coffee, but he didn’t even know your name! but it wasn't stalking... right? he was just... interested! preparing for the day he'd actually speak. its meant to be flattering... though he would never follow you home, or attempt to find every single piece of information the internet had to offer about you, of course…

♡ ...not yet at least. (thankfully for you, he held back for the sake of researching his newest death contraption.) ♡ but, while sat at that lonely booth, he allowed himself to completely indulge in you. he couldn’t help but stare, you were just so captivating from across the diner, even under the dim lighting it provided, and the late hours you frequented. he just had to know more about you… maybe after this was all over. ♡ you began consuming every part of his life. even outside the diner he would find his mind slipping to thoughts of you. he was starting to miss you. it frustrated him to no end. the color blue would remind him of that sweater you wore a few days back, and that dog he saw at that animal rescue had awfully cute eyes like yours. he even started associating the scent of coffee to your voice, only furthering his desire for caffeine. 'god edward, keep it together.' he'd think. it all led back to you. ♡ you were distracting him from his plans on wiping this city clean. he should be figuring out how to correctly wire this detonator, not fantasize about how soft your skin would feel on his!! but you also began becoming his newfound reason. he knew you were one of the only few good people left in gotham, maybe the hope this dump needed. he wanted you to live in a safe city, he needed you to thrive. you only deserved the best after all, to have the ground you walked on worshipped... ♡ sat in his usual seat, he would begin leaving riddles or crossword puzzles for you to solve, he would even draw doodles of flowers and hearts, instead of his consistent scribblings about batman and the lies of the government. even if he tried, all the riddles he'd come up with would be about you anyway. ♡ edward couldn’t help but stifle a giddy squeal. it felt like he was a teenager again, passing notes to his crush; writing them on the diner’s napkins and placing them in front of you when you looked away, quickly slipping past your line of sight. they would always have to do something with his love and adoration, how he’d reveal himself to you one day. he made them just for you. he even slowed his handwriting so you could read it better. ♡ for now you were endeared. confused, but endeared, while you looked around the room for the napkin's source. they were cute, simple things that gave you something to do, if you looked past the creepy part. it gave you something to think about and look forward to while you try and distract yourself for a little while. ♡ he wondered if you noticed him like he noticed you. he wanted you to notice him. for the first time in his life he wanted to be seen. just for you, he wanted to be somebody.

“ i am with a lock and you might be my key; when you find me, you feel complete. i’m a rare treasure that brings happiness and joy. what am i? ”

♡ and at times he was frustrated at how oblivious you were, but that didn’t deter him away from you or find you any less intelligent as he thought you were. the day you two would properly meet would eventually come. he idolized you, you were his sunshine in all the gloominess of the city. his one bright light. ♡ he would secretly cheer you on from his seat behind you, marveling at just how smart you are. anticipating the amount of time it would take for you to solve everything he had laid out for you, like a rat in a maze. would it take you five minutes? two? or maybe would you take that little napkin home today? ♡ he loved watching you struggle, your eyebrows knotting together as you looked down at the ink on the page. he could barely contain his giggles as you proudly smiled to yourself as you filled out the words of his puzzles. he was just as proud of you as you were of yourself. he knew you could do it.

“ …a soulmate…? ”

♡ you solved his riddles! how were you not perfect for him?

#the riddler #paul dano #riddler 2022 #dano!riddler #dano riddler #edward nashton #the riddler x reader #riddler x you #riddler x y/n #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x you #edward nashton x y/n #dano riddler x reader #danonation #the batman #batman 2022 #yun yip bark bark

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gomzdrawfr · 1 month ago

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Bear with me here I am going to word vomit of an AU I thought of (and I literally just woke up) Idk if I have the time to write, draw or even animate this bUT

A ghostprice au where Price goes blind

Here’s a scene I had in my head, imagine a blackout panel, with a typewriting sound effect in the back that reads:

Patient Information: Johnathan Price, birth date, weight, height, number, address (something along those lines which are meant to hint this is a beginning of a medical record)

and then white blurry speech bubbles appearing from left and right

“What?”

You voiced out, or rather, Price voiced out (you are in Price’s POV)

All the speech bubbles seized, and for a moment it’s just darkness and much quieter whispers

“…Laswell?”

“John, you’re up, easy now”

He hears her from his left, but still there’s total darkness, and he furrows his brows, hands slowly reaching up to pat his face, or scratch it— there’s nothing on his skin, so he’s not being blindfolded, and there’s no sac or bag covering his head— but there is layers of something covering his eyes that he tries to pull off, managing to peek through a bit, he thinks he’s opening his eyes but—

Still black

“…?”

And then we cut to a shot of Ghost’s face, eyes wide with realization that Price can’t see anymore.

The last panel reads:

“Diagnosis: Traumatic Optic Neuropathy” (aka vision loss”

- end of scene

More rambles:

Thinking about maybe from a mission an IED went off before anyone could react— well technically Price reacted first by pulling Ghost away, which resulted in direct exposure to the blast, followed by a concussion

Ghost immediately got on his feet and dragged Price away while also making sure all units were still available, he looks down and he sees laceration and red

Well okay I haven’t figure out the clinical part but Im thinking maybe some blood pools around the corner of Price’s eyes (if, say, the laceration cut across his eyelids), it wouldn’t be as dramatic to the point where there’s blood trickling down his eyes per see cuz Idk if I plan to make the shrapnel penetrate into the cornea (in this case it would be extremely severe cause of trauma, I shall have some mercy on him)

Maybe amongst the panic he saw how Price’s left eye slowly turned red (internal bleeding) and all his alarms went off and quickly get medical on it

Of course he was praying that it wasn’t as serious, maybe it was superficial and maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him cuz it was dark and the hallway had red lamp all over

Also i just realized this is prob quite inaccurately portrayed bcuz the bandages that covers the eyes are usually tightly sealed, and that his action of ripping them off is prrrobbaaably not good since infections and increasing the pressure around his eyes are just going to make this worse (like reopening sutures or whatnot) but i think it could work (shhh ✨fiction science✨)

But nope, Price is blind, and that automatically puts him unfit for service and Ghost knows that this isn’t going to go well for the man

We always joked around saying Price is old but imagine if he’s mid 30s, prime in his years and definitely still had a lot of kick in him— only to be forcefully ripped away from it

The devastation, the angst, the anger, the unfairness of it all, the never ending cycle of guilt from both Ghost and Price

DO U FEEL IT?!

Anyways *ah hem* if you’ve read this far and would be interested to develop this yourself whether with fic or art go ahead! I sure as hell won’t be able to bring out the sheer desperation and agony from this sort of au or story so yeah XD

#is this because I was reading PubMed and NCBI before nap yes yes it is #i mean i love me some medical related scenario SO #i could ramble more in terms of medically but emotions and uh flow? nope HAHA #gummmyspeaks #ghostprice #priceghost (i mean sure eh)#simon ghost riley #captain john price #john price #captain price #simon riley #call of duty #cod mw #fic ideas #gummmythoughts #blind!Price

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gortash-week · 4 months ago

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hello gortash nation. it is i, host of this week @sankttealeaf here! gortash week may "officially" be over but that means nothing when the archduke wants more! (he will not stop until he has more, please i miss my family he's keeping me locked away in wyrms rock prison and is making me dance for his amusement! i cant dance! help please!!)

anyway - despite the event ending, i will be leaving the AO3 collection open until the end of august / early september for those who found the event a little later and want to make something for these prompts. time is a weird soup after all, we don't follow rules here!!

if you've made something and have thought "oh no! its not the day of the prompt anymore - i cant post it" PLEASE share it!! i'm still accepting submissions and i'll still reshare any gortash week work here & tag whichever day its for! i know some people found out about the event as it was happening and if the prompts have inspired you - please share!!! i'd love to see it!!

thank you from the bottom of my heart if you've participated in this event - whether that's making things or simply engaging with the content shared. it means the world to me that people found the prompts interesting enough to take time out of their day to make something for it. i had no idea this event would be as big as it's become and i'm so so so impressed with the wide variety of work made and shared!! everyone is so talented and i cant wait to see what other things you all make and write <3

as for the future? well, i'd love to run more events like this! i've mentioned before about a hypothetical "gort month" that would include two prompts per week, 8(ish) prompts in total. that way there's a loooot more time to work on things & if people wish to join halfway through it's a lot less pressure to do so! my aim for running events is to keep them as stress & pressure free as possible because theyre here to be fun! i'm also open to comments & ideas & feedback on how you (yes, you!) found this event so if i do end up running something else in the future it can be better and better! pls feel free to shoot me as ask (anon or not it's fine! be respectful though, that's all i ask<3) if you have any post-event comments you want to air and i'll respond!!

again, if i've missed any of your work you've posted, please send it my way! no message required, just drop me the link & i'll share it asap!! thank you to those who have done that already!! i easily miss things and i dont want anyone to feel like im purposefully leaving them out!!

thank you again for making this week so enjoyable! ive had such a blast hosting it and if i see any other events i'll be sure to reblog them here (for those interested: i've seen a wyllmancer week, a galemancer week (both on twitter), and a lae'zel week on here that i can't seem to find the post for to link to :( )

again - super open to comments and feedback or even if you just want to say hi! i'm way more active on my main blog if you're interested in hanging out there :3

thank u so much for this week, it's been so much fun <3 <3

#gortash week #gortashweek #enver gortash #lord gortash #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #thank u all again!!!!#this has been so much fun!#im so happy to be part of this community!!

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merakiui · 2 months ago

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MERA!!!! I have no one else to ramble/rant about this to since I fear it's a pretty uncommon experience, but have you ever read a wonderful piece of work by someone who unfortunately ended up deactivating/leaving most socials? ;ª;

There's this one darker Tweels fic called "Aphotic" currently listed on ao3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/27124492/chapters/66236443 link for good measure)- which if im not sure if you've ever read, but oh. My. God. It's such a great fic that really hits the spot for darker content of the tweels. The characterization of Jade and Floyd are absolutely my favorite in this fic as they're just *incredibly* mean to the reader but in a tasteful way. Bonus points also go to how the author wrote the mc(reader) as well, everyone in this fic is just equally fucked up and reading through this story is just one incredible rocky ride..there are only two surviving chapters and one of the two is Floyd focused, but I don't wanna spoil the main plot of the fic for anyone that may be interested in reading just please take the warning that when I say the tweels are mean, they are MEAN..

unfortunately the fic is not only unfinished but as I mentioned earlier, in a devastating turn of events the author of the series completely deactivated D: they were also on tumblr once I think they went by twstedworks? But there's no longer any way to see any of their works on this platform anymore which is just so unfortunate,, I get an intense feeling of past-felt-fomo knowing I wasn't able to see any of their other stuff while they were an active writer knowing that they seemed to be active in 2020(?) Which was a time I wasn't really reading any written works for twst... but regardless of whatever reason they chose to leave the platform I do hope they're doing well now.

I'm sad that I'll never be able to see the jade centric part of Aphotic, or be able to see any of their previous dribbles or works since they've all been completely wiped. I have followed good yan/dark twst writers and blogs in the past that have deactivated or moved on for whatever personal reason in the past but it does really suck in this case not being able to at least, in the slightest , have been able to experience other stuff this author may have wrote which im sure was delightful orz...

Reminder to readers and consumers of fanfic on here to always show support and motivation to your favorite writers!! You never know when you'll never get the chance to read anything from them ever again :( and thank you esp Mera for being one of my favorite twst blogs of all time on here!! Your interpretations of the tweels have always been my favorite from any blog and the way you choose to write these characters in general never disappoints ✨️

If this does get answered, being as this is my first ever formal ask, may I be 🪆 anon? Or 🍮🥄 if that's taken ^_^

Hi hiii, 🍮🥄 anon!!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

I know that experience... >_< it's happened to some of the stories/authors I followed. It's always so sad when writers deactivate/leave the platform or fandom/etc, but everyone has their reasons. I can only be grateful I was able to behold such enjoyable works!!! :D "Aphotic" sounds like such an interesting story!! I love mean tweels. <3 I'll have to check it out!

I think I've read some writings from twsted-works before they deactivated! It was so long ago (before I even had a tumblr account), but I remember adoring the way they wrote Octavinelle. I hope they're doing well wherever they are!!

And you're so right!!! It's always important to show support and love to artists, creators, writers, etc! Most, if not all, writers love to receive feedback on their work. Even something like a keyboard smash or a dozen heart emojis is very flattering to us because it shows us that you've enjoyed the work. Whether you show that enjoyment by commenting, liking, reblogging, or sending an ask on here, it's always lovely to spread appreciation for the hard work and time that goes into crafting wonderful stories!!! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Thank you so much for your sweet words!! I'm just happy to be able to write and share stories!! It's a huge honor you would consider me one of your favorite twst blogs. I'm beyond flattered!!!! ♥️✨

#chit chat #🍮🥄 anon

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alicenpai · 2 months ago

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hi! ive been a big fan of your work for a while now, and i was just wondering if you have any tips or anything for selling merch online? :>

hi anon! so you want to be a con artist huh 👁👁 ...

^ a real con artist..

i’m not sure if you wanted online specific tips or general merch tips, but i compiled a bit of both! (also not sure if you're a beginner to art in general, there's a difference between a more experienced artist doing merch for the first time + beginner artists trying merch for the first time bc the risks involved are different)

i wrote more on the subject but i cut some out because it seemed too long.. and i tend to ramble ^__T it's hard to answer questions like these because they're so generalized, but if you had any more specific questions feel free to send another ask!

^ random image for visual interest

general tips for beginners(?)

merch can be fun, and it is! but in the end always remind yourself you're running a business, and it's real money you're going to be spending. it's good to take risks (on things like, new product types if you think your art is ready for it, or less popular series/more experimental designs, etc.) as you learn a lot from them, but always think over financial decisions carefully at the same time.

what helped me grow a lot as both a merch artist (and as a general artist) over 10 years is - a lot of reflection. and i mean a LOT of it. in terms of art in general i don't personally do a lot of studies (which is probably my downfall and i need to get back to it) but i think im pretty observant and introspective which helps me improve a lot. i often write my silly little blog posts on tumblr, I'll write notes on my phone if i have a train of thought i need to get down quickly.

i also often discuss merch things with friends and it really helps to get varying perspectives. (though i admit i should really share wips more, i used to but not as much anymore. blame the working life haha, not as many people have time to discuss non-work art anymore ;_;). all of these things keep me on my toes and weigh my strengths and weaknesses. if anyone is interested i could write more on the specific topics i reflect on after every con/shop opening.

stick to the tried and true 5-10 copies per design for beginners! this range sounds too little, but don't forget the big picture as well... you'll likely also have multiple different designs, across different product types.

e.g. 5 copies x 4 characters/designs, and let's say you do this for every product type (e.g. postcards, stickers, charms), 5 x 4 x 3 = 60 individual pieces of merch. that's a pretty solid number for a first timer!

i also personally print 5-10 copies of designs im doing for a test print run, or for characters that don't seem particularly popular.

15 is the average amount for me for a short run product (1 con season)

i certainly reprint often + go higher sometimes if i dont mind the product being in my catalogue for years.

15 is not too many in case the design is unpopular and doesn't sell, and it's also not too little that it won't be enough sales to break even.

promo images & taking photos (online specific)

i'm not a professional photographer and these photos might be absolute ass to some people. i will accept that, and honestly id agree with you. this is just my advice for straightforward, simple photos.

good quality and clear photos are best. it's great fun to use props in photos, and they can certainly turn your photos from plain to impressive. but it's easy to get carried away with props and fancy scrapbook paper imo, and i prefer to let the artwork speak for itself. honestly keeping it simple can be the best option sometimes. i used to take a lot more photos back in 2022 when i had less new products, but nowadays i find that i have too many products to take photos of, so i prefer to just keep my photos simple with a white piece of paper as my backdrop. i just. shrimply cannot be bothered taking out all of the props anymore...

above: the backdrop in this photo is bad, it's distracting and takes away from the artwork. (fe charms from 2016)

this are photos taken on a sunny day.

if you don't have a good phone camera (mine is ~5 years old), ive found that taking photos on a sunny day, either inside or outside, work great for me, as it shows off the natural colour of your product best. i either take it to the garden or i like to find a patch of sunlight filtering through the window. be wary of glare or too much light reflecting on your merch in photos though, because it can be distracting and take away from visibility on the product. but i can understand if a bit of glare ends up on one's finalized merch photos.

this is an example of utilizing light at a certain angle to show off the holographic film on this charm.

sunny photo vs cloudy photo.

taking photos inside on a cloudy day during daylight hours is also a popular option, especially if you live in an area where there isn't much direct sunlight/cloudy season, but for me personally i find cloudy day photos come out a bit dull and do take a bit of colour correcting. all of my cloudy day photos are tweaked and i find the colours to be a bit off from the original products, but that's just how it is with taking photos i guess.

because i don't have a great phone camera, my personal alternative is to make graphics! i just think of it as a collage to use fun textures and PNGs! im obviously not a professional, and these probably look very bad in a professional's eye. but i think it's fun. i like to incorporate the aesthetic or visual style of the series into the graphic if i do make em. ^_^

store platform

each one has their pros and cons. many store platforms have trial periods/free plans for people to try out.

bigcartel is what i use and i'm familiar with, and i would honestly recommend it. (i'm too lazy to move or try another platform right now...) for big store openings ill pay for a month or two of the basic $15 plan. ill use the free gold plan on bigcartel if im only planning to open my store for a limited time and don't want to commit to a full monthly plan.

storenvy: i've used storenvy from about 2014-16. i moved from storenvy for issues such as charging customers fees for purchasing from storenvy's marketplace page (and not from your actual personalized storefront) and urging me to use stripe even though it wasn't supported in canada at that time. im not sure if theyve fixed these issues but they were pervasive issues at the time that honestly forced me to quit. it also has a kind of outdated UI (e.g. can't zoom into pics on mobile?).

i think storenvy is a very easy to use platform for beginners because it's very basic! but i wouldn't recommend it if you have a great number of products, or if you're looking for more advanced features.

tictail isn't available anymore, i couldn't recommend it for that reason. i used it from around 2016-18.

i don't have any experience on shopify or etsy. shopify i heard is great because of all of the neat features you can implement, which you can use to really make your store yours. etsy has a huge marketplace which helps discoverability, but i have also heard there are many fees, so a lot of artists unfortunately make their prices a bit higher on etsy.

ecwid is also one that i've heard pop up. some also host shops on weebly or squarespace.

shipping

if you don't already have a kitchen scale, it's a good idea to get one if you think you'll be using it a lot to weigh packages! a postage scale is probably better. i just have a kitchen scale because it's cheap. as long as the measurements are precise (don't use a bathroom scale with a dial like me when i started out lmao).

thermal labels are also a good investment if you think youll need em!! i actually don't personally use them, because i have way too much hand-me-down stacks of paper in my home, so i don't see the need to make an extra investment. the downside to printing shipping labels on paper is taking the time to cut and stick them on packages.

i'm from canada (surprising the amount of people who think im from the US T__T) so these tips will be canadian specific, but you can hopefully get the gist.

when i was starting out, i used canada post (usps is the american equivalent) to send out store orders. however shipping labels from your govt post office can be pricey. which is why it's a good option to join their small business program if they have one, where you'll receive discounts on shipping labels. i don't use canada post shipping anymore, but i will use them for countries that my shipping agent doesn't ship to.

also take advantage of their free shipping tuesdays for domestic packages in october!! i believe you can receive 2 free labels per tuesday, up to 4 or 5 tuesdays for the entire month = 8-10 free labels in october.

next step is shipping agents!! if you live close to a chitchats or stallion express facility, they're great, and they usually provide tracking on shipping by default. in my opinion, tracking on orders is a MUST, so customers can have peace of mind! (minus like sticker-only shipping because that could be sent with postage stamps)

they also do home pickup if you have a bunch of packages in bulk/can't get to a facility. i believe americans have pirate ship.

you print and stick on your shipping labels at home, then you just travel to the shipping facility and throw your packages in the right bins (e.g. domestic, US, international). that's it! easy as pie!

i personally use chitchats because that is closer to me. i had heard stallion provides better rates for international shipping, which i'll have to look at at a later date.

most of my orders come from the US and canada. (funnily enough it is unfortunately cheaper to send packages from canada to USA, than it is for me to send packages within canada.) international orders are a bit of a pain, and you will need to know tariff codes for your product types (e.g. prints have a diff code than buttons) while writing the customs form. people in some countries will get taxed on all imported packages (e.g. packages marked as "sold goods" and not "gifts"). an alternative to this is to use etsy, so that customers can pre-pay for the tariffs before the order is processed. this is something i'll also look into for the future.

posting

wow now you're now done organizing your shop and promo images and you're ready to post! a good strategy is to post across multiple platforms to see what sticks. it takes effort and time but it can have a solid turnout! (i forget sometimes, don't be like me)

i don't know if this is true, but a lot of keywords words such as "shop", "store", "link" and etc. are apparently suppressed on social media (particularly twitter). don't take my word for it however.

shop posts don't generally do as well as regular art posts for most artists. but disregarding censored words for a second, it can also be attributed to psychological reasons, generally people don't like to be advertised to. (e.g. tumblr doesn't have an algorithm and shop posts usually dont do as well here either. tumblr users are just not receptive to clicking on links apparently).

personally, writing alternate terms like "sh0p" just isn't for me, but no shade though, bc i do understand workarounds are hard and everyone needs to make a living somehow. ill instead use words like, "leftovers are in" or "new items are up!" something more vague, but with the accompaniment of merch images, will still be clear to people that it's a shop update.

sharing your shop promo posts in artist alley discord servers also help a lot, especially if you don't know too many artists when starting out. they're a great resource and community full of passionate individuals who will boost your art. if you're not familiar with them, you can find some public ones on google or maybe even artist communities on reddit. a big one is Artist Alley Network International.

if there are some topics you think i've missed, feel free to send em over to my inbox!! ill also think more about this in the coming days and edit this post as i see fit 🫡

#ask #anonymous #tutorial #sorry for the saul jumpscare

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byjovewhataspend · 6 months ago

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Putting on his best outfit to cheer himself up-- it's not really working :(

rambling thoughts about the new manga stuff below

It feels so WILDLY incorrect tonally for none of the villains to be saved. So many people told deku he couldnt save shigaraki and he pushed back against that-- but from any outside view shigaraki dying is the same as Deku killing him, i dont accept 'his ghost smiled so he was saved', afo shattered shigarakis mind the second Tomura's heart wavered and he died instantly (nana saved a little bit of his soul long enough for him to hang out and punch AFO, that had nothing to do with deku)

but the last thing he said before AFO killed him was 'i have to be the hero to the villains' and the last thing he said to deku was essentially 'tell spinner i did was i promised'

but before both of those points almost the entire league (sans compress) is already dead (spinner seems braindead? though the next chapter had people messing with what looked to be his scales so maybe someones working on helping him) so Deku cant tell them anything.

ANYWAYS my 5% hope here, a way to walk this shit back, is that Tomuras quirk 'which used to have a regeneration aspect' regenerated itself and Tomura comes back and Deku gets a second chance to save him for real this time, and then tomura uses the regeneration aspect of his quirk to fix all the rest of the league. he can return Spinner to his old self, and Dabi has GOT to be in that tank in front of Endeavor, right?

(What else in the world does Endeavor have to care about right now except for his family? none of them (or hawks, his only friend) needed a healing tank, so im guessing Dabis horrific husk is in some stasis goo with no hope , spinner is brainded/insane with no hope, toga is probably 'disappeared on the battle field' or maybe in a coma with no hope.. )

((honestly that tank, them not telling us yet if anyones dead (it would be weird to REVEAL people died who we thoughts died on screen a year ago) and the weirdly timed 'tomura couldve been able to regenerate but i removed that' a second before he died are the only reasons i have any hope. im not the hoping type. a series i was interested in ending badly has never been Taken Back before))

i dont know if That Person is Tomura (it didnt LOOK like him, not at all, honestly they looked like a woman to me, but who the fuck knows when they are doing Anime Crazy Face) but it feels like the only way to walk any of this back.

They put so much emotional stuff onto tomura and then gave him the worlds clearest 'he never had any choice to be this way' backstory EVER (even his BIRTH was arranged by AFO thats so fucked up, i wouldnt be shocked if he bought him the dog he killed too) that the ONLY doubt i had that Deku would save him was in that i wasn't sure how youd arrange to keep him out of prison for life. Id been guessing 'rewound to childhood to get a second chance at a better one' (not great but hey, it beats dead or tartaras and it matches that opening i liked) but hey, if hes Confirmed Dead and Deku finds someone Similiar To Him but with Fixing Powers and is liek 'hey everyone this is my brother Tenko my american dad just brought him over isnt that great?' id fucking take it

ALSO plucking Eris horn off so that she wasnt an option anymore like.. from a writing standpoint feels like it has to be FOR something.

Finally: deku looked SO depressed in the most recent chapter. he looked miserable. he hardly spoke a fucking word. considering how he acted about Eri i cant imagine hes the type to be like 'whelp, failed to save those people, i guess ill save a random different person in the final arc and thatll help me get over it'. truly i think if deku to failed to save tomura he'd spend the rest of his life not feeling like a real hero. especially when he checks to complete tomuras wish and spinner cant get his final words? and togas final words to deku was that she liked him and then he ran off and she died?? just. no. it feels so tragic and dark.

i do NOT believe horikoshi has that much creative control, honestly, i feel like if he had complete control he wouldnt kill tomura (since hes written a Tenko into like all his other stories and he loves him) but a small glimmer of hope is Dabi getting fuckign 4th place in the popularity results after he'd already become the most dead looking fucker i have ever seen. SURELY management knows hes popular and would be open to them being saved and redeemed just for BRANDING purposes, right?

PS: everyones been joking but he horikoshi SAID we'd see dekus FUCKING DAD. what possible purpose could that man serve when he wasnt even watching deku lose his arms on international tv?? if its as a cover for bringing tomura back ill fucking take it.

#deku #izuku midoriya #bnha fanart #put your hands up radio #my art #rambling

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mylahrins · 5 months ago

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forget-me-nots, 03.

dear y/n,

i feel like i’ve told you this a million times already, but thank you so much for the flowers. kiyoko truly loves them, i haven’t seen her smile so brightly in a while! it was nice spending time with you after school. i can see all the effort and care you put into your club, it is truly admirable. when inter-high is over i’ll make sure to visit you more often.

you asked me the other day what it was like to be part of the volleyball club. at the time i couldn’t come up with an answer. to tell you the truth, i’m not too sure anymore. lately, i haven’t really felt like a member at all. with the new first years, i feel like i’m miles behind them when it comes to skill and talent. i want to be of use to the team, but right now i’m not much more than a cheerleader. despite all the faith i have in them, i cannot stop the feeling of envy i get when i see everyone play. i want to play volleyball with them too. perhaps that is selfish. please don’t tell anyone about this, it’s a bit embarrassing.

i don’t think i asked you enough questions about yourself. i’m sure i did more answering than asking. you probably get this question a lot, but do you have a favorite flower? i don’t know too much about flowers, but i’d be happy to learn. i only really know about peonies, the bright pink ones. we have a few peony shrubs in our backyard, my mom has been taking good care of them since i was young. do you like peonies? i’ll bring you some if you don’t grow them already. even if you do grow them, i’d be happy to lend you some just for having.

i should have asked you when we met the other day, but do you mind if we keep exchanging letters? i know that it’s kind of “old school” but i find it quite relaxing, also i had fun reading your response. you’re a very fun person to talk to, and i’d like to talk to you more (in person and letter form). though, it might be weird if we keep having tanaka deliver our letters. i’ll try to come up with a better solution , i promise!

have a lovely day, sugawara

about the flowers!

➤ pink peonies: pink peonies are very diverse when it comes to symbolism, from prosperity to passion to even love! when researching about peonies, i found it interesting in how the shade of pink can change the meaning of the flower. light pink peonies are associated with romance and good fortune, while deeper/hot pink peonies convey passion as well as radiance and joy. a bouquet of pink peonies doesn't have to be romantic, but if it is, it can symbolize things like young love, first love, and/or love at first sight!

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a/n: ahhhh!!! im so happy to see ppl liking forget-me-nots already :)) tbh i made myself a bit sad when writing for sugawara here LOL much more sad stuff to come.. but trust me when i say i have lots of sweet things planned as well!! also, this is the official start of their friendship!! woohoo! mwuahaha i'm so excited to share more of their story.

taglist: @yenonnoff @softpia @ryeyeyer @shoyosh @wqnsho @wyrcan @hisfuture @guitarstringed-scars @froyaoya

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sparklecarehospital · 6 months ago

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I know you’re not working on any askblog things but will the sparklecare askblog ever return?

i've thought about this a lot, semi-recently. sorry for long post, i had a lot to say

see, the issue with asksparklecare is the fact it's supposed to "go along with canon events" and a lot of the time, the arcs will just abruptly end or change with no real connection between them. haunted was sort of my first attempt at putting a "story" on there, then again with the kissmas comic from 2021.

when i started cometcare for example, i wanted to take the generic "ask blog" format and turn it into a coherent, cohesive connecting story that just had interactive elements to make it engaging with readers as opposed to just making people ask the characters questions aimlessly. the main ask blog never really had that entirely, it was just sort of the classic 2010s-style ask blog, this is apparent in basically every arc on there.

it's stumped me quite a bit because now that i have this very different style of ask blog storytelling, the original ask blog feels weird to go back to and i don't feel the same passion or connection with it that i once did. it's a little bit frustrating. i tried to do an arc about the side patients but as you guys saw, i never even did it because i felt so out of touch with that old format of ask blog posts and i couldn't bring myself to work on it at all.

cometcare and darkermatters both have Stories to them, and each arc has a plot that is moved on by readers- even if i already have it written out, there are little things people can influence through the asks and it's a good way for introducing new characters or expanding on characters who we've already met. several times cometcare will return to specific characters to relay information or new details or exposition or something that their initial introduction didn't have.

it's a much more fun process for me to write actual stories in my AU blogs, instead of just....making the characters talk. and another thing- going alongside the main comic has problems, because sometimes there's information i can only reveal in the comic itself, and it's hard to keep up with it in general.

i enjoyed doing the kissmas comic because i got to do a "story" even if it wasn't interactive. i had fun repeating the concept on cometcare last december with help of the crew.

i'm sort of at a loss of what to do with the main ask blog at this point. as much as i miss doing stuff like that for main comic, i just don't find it FUN to do it that way anymore, i've become too attached to the storytelling aspects of my other ask blogs and it just doesn't feel the same exciting experience of watching people react to events and such.

if anyone has suggestions about what i should do with the main ask blog to solve this problem i'm open to hearing them, it would be nice to have some ideas because i'm really not sure what i want to do with it.

there was a time i had the idea of doing a backstory ask blog as an alternate main canon interactive story that followed similar mechanics as cometcare and darkermatters, but idk if everyone would be interested in that. that would probably be a separate thing if i ever did it.

thoughts, opinions, suggestions and ideas are all welcome in the replies or my inbox, i would love to have your guys' input since im making content you all would be engaging with after all

#answers #long post

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tenjikufag · 7 months ago

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hi,, it ifs okay I’d like to be your 🍮 anon! im just wondering if you’d be interested in writing a gojo x male reader? Soft angst to fluff please!

Everything is Temporary.

Gojo Satoru x male reader

-angst (dunno what soft angst is or if this fits), end fluff, no cws

-a/n hello 🍮 anon thank you for the req.

Nothing lasts forever.

Temporary is all there is.

Sure, some things last longer, a class is longer, interactions can be super long, lines can be long, shows, songs, you get it. Things can last awhile

But sometimes lives are longer than others. Just as the others start, another one finishes. Except there’s no clock, no time stamp to see how long you’re here for, how long you have left.

You could only wish that you were fortunate enough to live what was deemed a long life.

But, here you found yourself enrolled in a Jujutsu Society run schooling.. and it’s been all but drilled into your head that things don’t last, not even people.

This occupation that you’d been forced into from birth wasn’t forgiving and was erratic on a good day.

Death announcements were just as common as saying hello to someone in a day.

That’s why it’s so hard to want relationships, to want friendships. But, you could atleast say you *had* friends.

Getou Suguru, although not the most friendly he cared for people.

Shoko Ieiri, blunt and honest. But again, she cared.

And finally

Gojo Satoru.. a loud, criminally annoying smart ass.

He knew he was stronger than everyone, he knew we could only keep up and never beat him. But through this obvious facade of his, you and your friends saw right through him. He wasn’t one to scare for himself, but he worried for you, his friends.

But especially you.

You’d think it would be flattering; but it only came off as condescending and making you feel lesser than the two others in your group..

“I’m just sayin! I’m there to protect ya!”

“I don’t need protecting Satoru! That’s the whole point! Let me go!”

His grip on your uniform was tight, it made your skin feel hot at the close proximity.

Satoru had been trying to stick himself to your hip for this next mission, it was an S Grade. The four of you had been warned immensely beforehand and were told when to retreat if it came to.

Your friend never wanted you to go on these.

He’d never admit that he was deathly afraid of losing you, afraid of watching you die.

“Ugh, I know I can’t stop ya but at-least let me take you out on a date beforehand! Who knows what’s gonna happen!”

There it was. The teasing. The teasing that Gojo had become infamous for.. you never believed a word he said, apparently he says it to everyone so why would it be different for you? Besides, he wasn’t into guys much less you.

“Stop saying shit you don’t mean! It’s rude and makes you look like a jackass!”

Stomping away from him, you didn’t even look back to see the pathetic pout he had..

“Yknow Y/n..”

Suguru sat beside you, slouched over his knees and watching the cars pass by

“Satoru doesn’t tease anyone like he does you.. not anymore at least..”

Furrowing your brows, crushed juice box in hand you whipped around to berate your friend

“So he’s got to you now? He doesn’t mean it, I know he doesn’t! Don’t you try-“

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Y/n. Especially not about this stuff..”

You felt deflated, even if it was true.. you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t be in a relationship, not with the life you lived currently.

It was a guarantee that one of you would die, hell you’d be one of the lucky ones to see 25! You’ve had classmates die since you’ve been here, both upper and lower class men!

Why would you entertain it?

Why would you subject yourself to such loss?

“Well, he’s shit outta luck. I don’t even know why I have friends.. my parents told me I shouldn’t have any, they made me promise that I wouldn’t get married aswell..”

“You won’t get married, not that quickly.”

Suguru chuckled, you smacked him upside the head.

“You know what I mean, Suguru.. I don’t think I.. I don’t think I should accept it..”

“So you like him too?”

Your heartbeat picked up, discomfort in the way it made your breathe unstable.. you liked him, didn’t you? A pang in your chest thrummed, guilt for this started festering in your stomach. Why? Why did this have to happen? It was the one rule!

“I’m gonna head back.. make sure to let him down easy..”

Suguru softly smiled at you, clicking his phone closed and stuffing it in his pocket..

—

“You got him admitting it?! Give it! Suguru! Hand it over!”

“Ah! Get off! You’re gonna break my damn phone!”

The two males wrestled to the floor, well more so Satoru tackling his friend down with no real need.. he was gonna get it, he was just impatient.

Phone in hand he sat on his friends back, keeping him down, and pressed play.

The conversation played out, his cheeks heating up at the sound of your voice.. he felt giddy, waiting for the confession.

You confessed you liked him, but then came your rant about friends and relationships.. it broke his heart admittedly but he’s a stubborn guy..

“Hey! Why’d you tell him to let me down easy?! Some friend you are!”

Suguru groaned under the male, shoving him off finally.

“I’m realistic, that’s why. I’m not gonna push him to do something he doesn’t believe in. And you shouldn’t either.”

Satoru chewed his lip, he knew Suguru was right but if the world ended today, he’d want to know that he was yours, and you were his..

“I’m asking him out again. Before the mission!”

Satoru ran out of his dorm, leaving his friend to roll his eyes.. he really hoped it worked out. It was a pain to be the in between because Shoko didn’t like entertaining the two of you.

—

Your mission was a day away. You sat under a tree enjoying the breeze that flowed over your skin and through your hair. This was peace you hadn’t had the opportunity to enjoy in awhile.

And yet again, it was temporary.

The call from your white haired friend cut through the peaceful aura of the area and suddenly the breeze felt like a nuisance- your hair getting in your face and suddenly becoming paranoid of bugs that laid in the dirt.

“Yo! Y/n! I needa talk to you!”

Glancing up, your friend stood above you with a gleaming smile. Sighing, you stood up to follow him to wherever he needed to take you.. but he didn’t take you anywhere but instead held your head between his hands..

“I like you, Y/n.”

It felt like drums were in to ears, your breathe was caught in your throat.. without thinking about it you raised your hand

You slapped him.

He yelped, going to catch your arms before you continued to hit him.

“Don’t say that! Don’t tell me that shit! You know how it makes me feel!”

Anger bubbled over, you screamed at him while thrashing to free your arms.

“Y/n! Calm down! I mean it! With everything I have I mean it!”

You paused, catching your breathe. The way he looked at you made everything hurt, guilt built up again.

“You.. you shouldn’t like me. I can’t.. I can’t be with you.”

“But you can! I promise-“

“You can’t promise anything Satoru! Even if I could be with you, one of us will die and leave the other all alone! It’s not fair, I can’t do that!”

He loosened his grip on you, replacing it with a soft hug. The white hair tickled your ear, feeling him bury his face into your shoulder.

“If you don’t take the chance, how can I say I loved you for my whole life? If I die, how could you say you loved me?”

The ball in your throat kept you from speaking, you felt stiff in his arms.

“I can’t promise forever, I know that.. but I can promise I’ll be there for as long as I can. Just let me try and make it to forever with you..”

He hugged you tighter, telling you of all the sweet, small things he could offer to you if you let him.

“You believe everything is temporary, but I swear I’ll love you for eternity.. please. Give me the chance to show you for as long as I can..”

The breathe you held finally let go, allowing the stiffness in your body melt away- melding your body to his in a tight embrace.

“Okay.. I’ll give it a chance..”

He perked up, moving his face right infront of yours.

“Really?! You’ll be my boyfriend?!”

Your eyebrow twitched.. his cheeky smile on full display

“Is that not just what that was..”

“Cmon!! Ask me! I want it to be official!”

Why is he like this…

“You’re so annoying..

Will you be my-“

His lips smashed onto yours, arms wrapped around your neck. He continued to leave pecks on them, saying ‘yes’ inbetween every single one.

“I’m your boyfriend, you gotta deal with me~ aren’t you so lucky~?”

He sing-songed, bouncing lightly on his toes.

You were taking a chance on this…?

Satoru didn’t wait for you to finish or start saying anything before starting to drag you towards your friends to share the good news.

If temporary took you to end of your life, it wouldn’t be so bad with him and your friends there.. you guessed.

#gojo satoru x male reader #gojo x male reader #jjk x male reader #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x male reader #oneshot #jjk oneshot

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echoric · 13 days ago

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FIRST OFF I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR FICS!! Secondly I was wondering if I could request a little Drabble? Maybe a “Iceman is openly gay with slider, Hollywood and wolf man. But Maverick isn’t as comfortable with his sexuality and thinks he still has to act straight even though he’s got it BAD for ice”

first off thank you so much!!! :DD im glad you like my writing <3 & secondly of COURSE i can write that, i love a bit of closeted angst (i hope i got everything the way you wanted) this got a bit longer than i expected lol, it is crossposted to ao3 (HERE) if anyone prefers that format

standing face to face with "i told you so"

icemav angst (Word Count: 3,488)

Ice was staring again.

Maverick could feel those intense blue eyes burning into the side of his head as he intentionally stared forward, scanning the crowd at the bar as if he were actually looking for someone or something. He’d already gotten caught twice by the man when he had chanced a glance back to see if he was watching or not, and Maverick wasn’t sure his heart could take anymore eyecontact with the other pilot. Goose had kicked him in the shin in time for him to look away before an approaching lady caught him staring at Ice last time. But Goose had since drifted away to join the other pilots and RIOs in conversation, leaving Maverick alone at the bar and painfully aware of Ice’s attention. His pulse was racing, making his cheeks flush slightly as he thought about meeting his gaze again just to see.

“Right, Maverick?”

He almost jumped. He had forgotten completely about the lady at his arm – Sandra…or was it Sarah? He scrambled, but flashed her a smooth, well-practiced grin, and laughed, not knowing at all what she was asking him and hoping it was the right resposne. She seemed pleased with his laugh, giggling to herself as she leaned into his side to distance herself from the tall, frustrated-looking man who had followed her up to Maverick’s spot at the bar. Maverick gave the man a sharp, teeth-baring grin as he draped his arm over Sandra’s shoulders, leaning into her like a confident boyfriend.

“In fact, everyone keeps asking when we’re going to be engaged. This scoundrel just can’t commit, isn’t that right, Maverick?”

“You know what they say about us sailors. Brandy, you’re a fine girl,” Maverick crooned, half-singing with a wink. He placed a chaste kiss on her temple to keep up the act.

She laughed and put her arm around his waist, squeezing him as she looked up through her eyelashes, “What a good wife I would be?”

“But my life, my love, my lady–”

“Is the sea,” they finished in sync, laughing together. The man at her heels finally seemed to take a hint and walked off with an irritated huff, muttering under his breath.

Sandra stayed close up against his side for a while as she watched the man leave. She relaxed as Maverick leaned back against the bar, sighing and shaking her head. Her arm fell from around his waist and he took his arm back. She smiled at him, a sad look in her eyes and exhaustion in her voice as she spoke quietly enough that the music would’ve kept it a secret from anyone else, “Thank you for being a good man, Maverick.”

“Pete,” Maverick said with a smile, holding his hand out like it was a business deal. Her smile softened and she took his hand in a firm grip.

“Sandy,” she said as she shook his hand once, “but you can call me Brandy, sailor.”

Maverick grinned and tilted his head with a shrug, “It was improv.”

“It was good. Really,” she waid with a grin. She pulled a small compact mirror with an ornate carving of a flower on it from her bag and checked her reflection in it. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed again. “Some men can never seem to understand that some ladies just aren’t interested.”

Maverick raised an eyebrow, slightly caught off guard by the change in topic. He was about to respond when his eyes scanned over the crowd absently and caught another pair of eyes watching them. Ice still hadn’t looked away – or if he had, he was looking again. Maverick felt a thrill shoot up his spine as he locked gazes with the man, dangerous and electric, but it was overpowered by the familiar urge to smother it and push it back down deep where no one might see it. Not even him. He cleared his throat and tore his eyes away from Ice, looking back to Sandy.

“Mhm. Can I buy you a drink, Brandy?” Maverick asked waving to the bar behind him and pointedly ignoring the stares he was getting from Ice and the other pilots and RIOs. “Just between friends. I understand when a lady only wants to use me for her protection.”

Sandy laughed and snapped her compact mirror shut. She turned to lean against the bar with her forearms crossed. Maverick caught a flash of a white handkerchief in the left pocket of her jeans as she hummed, scanning over the bar’s options. Sandy eventually smiled and waved the bartender over, “I’ll have a whiskey, neat. Put it on the sailor’s tab.”

“Mitchell,” Maverick said in response to the glance from the bartender. He nodded and turned to make her drink as Sandy turned to face Maverick more. “So, Brandy, what brings you here if not to flirt with all the sailors? Everyone knows that’s the main crowd at this dive.”

“My taste is less…salty, more sweet,” Sandy said with a wink. She nodded to the bartender with a smile as he handed her the drink she requested. “If you know what I mean?”

Maverick had no idea what she meant. He nodded anyway, pretending to understand with a quiet hum. He waved to the bartender and he slid Maverick another glass of the tequila that he’d been sipping on all night. He couldn’t resist glancing tot he side out of the corner of his eye as he waited for the drink to be poured, seeing if the attention from the table across the bar was still on him – it was. Sandy lifted her cup when he picked his up, they clinked them together before tossing them back in sync.

“Put it on my tab this time. Tequila,” Sandy called out to the bartender. She ran a hand through her hair again before sliding a shot to Maverick with a grin. “You up for a challenge, sailor?”

“I can drink in circles around you, Brandy,” he said confidently. His mind was already drifting back to Ice even as they clinked their glasses on the bar before tossing them back in sync.

It wasn’t the first time he’d felt the sharp, nervous edge around the other pilot, but the awareness of that was always muted, vague. He blamed the tequila for how loud it seemed now. Maverick smiled easily at Sandy, feeling easy and in his element even if he could pick up that it was strictly platonic competitive energy between them. He was good with women. He’d dated countless women he genuinely liked; he could talk with them easily, laugh with them, play the part of a flirt without breaking a sweat – it was easy. Comfortable. Ice broke away any part of that comfort with his harsh words and challenging stares. He wasn’t simple or easy to get along with, and it was equal parts thrilling and terrifying.

“You’re not as oblivious as other men, are you?” Sandy asked before their next shot arrived. Her eyes were studying his face intensely, softened by alcohol and maybe a bit of camaraderie that Maverick wasn’t sure why she’d feel with him. Her eyes flitted briefly over to wher eIce was sitting, one eyebrow lifted just slightly out of his neutral resting face as he watched them – watched Maverick. “I mean, you’re clearly aware of your surroundings.”

Maverick shrugged and gave Sandy the grin that had saved him countless times in the past. “Iceman? Yeah, he’s competitive and a good pilot. We’re just…you know, rivals.”

“Oh, is that what they call it now?” she asked, her voice low and teasing as she grabbed two more shots for them from the bartender. For a split second, he felt his heart lurch into his throat and his face felt hot, a definitely blush creeping over his face that he couldn’t blame on the alcohol – an embarrassing reaction to what was likely just a harmless question.

Sandy gave him a sympathetic smile and pushed the shot into his hand, tossing hers back. “Relax, sailor. Just a friendly observation.” She didn’t look away from him though, and her expression softened a little as he took his shot and forced his eyes away from Ice for what felt like the umpteenth time. There was understanding in her eyes, sad and compassionate. “Listen, Pete, I know we don’t…know each other at all. But if you ever need to, you know…talk through it, or whatever, I get it.”

“Get what?” he asked – too quickly. She gave him a look that let him know that she could see straight through him. A slow grin worked across her face as she ordered another round.

“Oh, nothing,” she said lightly, “just some people like their whiskey neat, others like it with a twist.”

Maverick forced himself to laugh at Sandy’s comment, but her words lingered, stirring something he didn’t quite want to confront. He swirled the tequila in his glass, downing it quickly – he was drinking too fast, too much, he should cut himself off, but he lifted his hand to order another round from the bartender. Sandy simply watched him with a calm, knowing smile. After a moment, she leaned in with a conspiratorial grin.

“You know, Pete, I think I’ve had enough of sailors for tonight. I’ve spotted someone who might be more might type, think she’d be interested?” She nodded subtly toward a tall brunette with a sharp undercut and a black leather jacket, looking just a bit out of place in the sea of Naval whites. Maverick raised an eyebrow, watching Sandy adjsut her hair and straighten her jacket. She looked at him and gave him a playful wink and sly grin. “Wish me luck, sailor?”

He grinned back, feeling a strange sense of relief as everything clicked into place. He lifted his new glass to her, “Good luck, Brandy. I doubt you’ll need it.”

Sandy winked again and, with a confident sway to her hips, headed off across the bar with an impressively steady gate for taking so many shots with him so quickly. Maverick once again was alone with his own thoughts at the bar. He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck as he felt the full force of Ice’s stare on him again. He tossed back the drink and slid his card to the bartender to close his tab. He’d probably regret his game with Brandy in the morning, but he didn’t care in the moment as he gathered himself and headed over to the table where the other pilots and RIOs were laughing and talking.

“Hey, Mitchell!” Slider called, smirking as he looked to where Sandy was now talking to her new interest. “What happened to your date? You let a catch like that slip away?”

“Oh, come off it, Slider, she was just looking for help to get away from that creep,” Maverick said, shrugging it off. “She wasn’t my type anyway.”

Slider gave him an exaggerated look of utter disbelieve. “Not your type? That was probably the hottest lady in here, man. You’re slipping.”

“Maybe my standards re higher than yours,” he shot back, crossing his arms defensively and rolling his eyes.

“Please,” Hollywood chimed in with a grin and chuckle. He leaned back with his drink and pointed at Maverick. “Just face it, Mav, you just got friend-zoned by one of the hottest girls in this dive. Maybe she could tell you were already in love.”

“Or maybe I don’t chase after anything with a pulse unlike some people,” he snapped, his tone a little sharper than he had intended – the tequila. He glanced away as everyone went silent, feeling uncomfortable and awkward from the tension he’d accidentally caused. It was broken after a few moments by a low chuckle from Ice, which made Maverick glance over at him.

“That’s bold, Maverick. Those ‘some people’ might be at this table, you know,” Ice said, making intense, pointed eye contact that made Maverick’s cheeks burn before sipping his drink casually – vodka and lime. The usual. Always so predictable, going by the rule book even when they were supposed to be relaxing with friends.

“I’m just saying, I’m not into the…what, all the new-age ‘free love’ shit going around lately. Some of us still have standards,” he muttered – the words tasted bitter even as he said them. It was a cheap shot, a low blow, and not even something he believed, but he felt cornered and couldn’t think of an escape besides digging his way out. The air around the table grew still, and Maverick had the feeling his escape had actually been his grave he was digging deeper.

“You’re out of line, Mitchell,” Hollywood said evenly, his usually easygoing tone long gone. “It’s one thing to tease, but you don’t have to be homophobic about it.”

“Mav, I think we should get going. You’ve probably had too much,” Goose said slowly. He’d been laughing a moment ago, Maverick felt guilty over being the reason why his RIO looked so uncomfortable. “C’mon, man–”

“You know, Mitchell,” Ice said, cutting Goose off with a calm and measured tone. His depression was impossible to read, ice-cool as always but his eyes were sharp, as if he were silently daring Maverick to say something else. “I wouldn’t have thought you’d have such a problem with someone like me. There are so many better things for you to hate me over.”

Maverick’s stomach dropped. He could feel his pulse pounding as he stared at Ice. His mouth felt dry, and suddenly, any bravado and defensiveness he might’ve still had disappeared. He glanced around, trying to gauged if the others known all along, trying to read their expressions – but the tequila was making his thoughts feel muddled. Hollywood seemed to take pity on him and sighed, “If you didn’t know, now you do. Ice here is about as interested in women as that lady was in you.”

“I didn’t— I mean, I don’t care if he’s— If you…I—whatever, do whatever you want,” he muttered in a voice that sounded defensive even to himself. He tried to laugh it off but it sounded hollow even to himself. Goose stood up and grabbed Maverick’s arm in a light grip.

“Let’s go take a breather, man. You’re good, just…let’s go take a break,” Goose said quietly, tugging on his arm gently. Ice’s eyes held Maverick rooted in place, steady, waiting. There was something like pity in his gaze, but there was something else too – a challenge. Maverick couldn’t look at him directly, so he looked away like a coward, mumbling something under his breath that he didn’t understand. Ice nodded to himself and stood up.

“You’re good, Goose, I’ll get him home. I was about to get going anyway,” Ice said, brushing Goose’s hand off Maverick’s arm and replacing it with his own.

“You sure?”

“Don’t play pansy with me, I’m the only one here,” Ice said, making the table erupt into laughter – the tension finally breaking.

Maverick felt like he was on fire, heat consuming him and originating from the spot where Ice’s fingers were holding his arm in a firm grip. He didn’t fight it as Ice tugged him gently to guide him through the bar. Maverick glanced around and saw Sandy with the other woman; she gave him a knowing once over before looking at Ice’s hand on his arm and back to his eyes. There was a glint of pride in her eyes as she lifted her glass to him, and then he was outside.

Outside and alone with Ice.

“Mind if I have a smoke while we walk?” Ice asked casually, as if nothing had been said inside.

Maverick shrugged. Ice took that as permission and somehow fished a cigarette out of the pack in his pocket, lit it, and took a puff without ever letting go of Maverick’s arm. He blew the smoke out away from Maverick, which he appreciated – the smell of smoke was making his stomach suddenly realize how much tequila it had consumed in such a short amount of time. He was stumbling and swaying as they walked despite his best efforts, making his leg brush against Ice’s with every other step. Maverick felt like if Ice made eye contact or they touched one more time, his head might explode from the amount of blood making his face burn.

“‘m sorry,” Maverick said when he knew they were alone.

Ice glanced over, taking another slow inhale through his cigarette without saying a word. Maverick almost wondered if he’d even spoken out loud, or if his words had been too slurred for the other pilot to understand. Ice’s hand tensed around his arm and he pulled Maverick to the side, nodding politely to the man he’d almost walked straight into without even realizing. Maverick stumbled from the sudden change in direction, unable to stop his legs as he staggered into Ice’s side. The other pilot reacted faster than Maverick’s drunk brain could track, holding the cigarette in his mouth and catching Maverick with both hands, steadying him until he got his feet back under him.

“You’re a real piece of work, Mitchell,” Ice muttered, waiting for Maverick to start walking before he grabbed the cigarette out of his mouth again and exhaled the smoke. “Dangerous in the air, and dangerous on the ground. Never would’ve pinned you for one of those.”

“Of what?” Maverick asked, wincing at the look that question earned him.

“A homophobe.”

Maverick felt like the air had been punched from his lungs. He didn’t know what to say in response to Ice’s words. He’d said it so simply, so matter-of-factly, as if Ice was completely confident in Maverick being hateful and that he had almost accepted it as a fact just as easily as the sky is blue and Ice is the best pilot in the Navy. Maverick didn’t know how to convince him otherwise, he didn’t know what words could help him.

So he didn’t say anything.

The rest of the walk was in silence. Ice eventually flicked the stub of his cigarette into a random ashtray. They stayed shoulder to shoulder, and the grip Ice had on his arm was the only thing keeping Maverick from falling into the street in front of oncoming traffic. Maverick didn’t really remember most of the walk, but Ice somehow got them both onto the base and into the barracks. He came back into his body sitting on his bed, swaying in place as Ice helped him pull his uniform off. Maverick blinked up at him when Ice stepped back. The silence felt heavy. Maverick needed to break it, or risk breaking the unsteady beginning of a friendship that he’d only recently felt starting between them.

“Ice–” Maverick staggered when he stood up too fast, feeling very underdressed in his boxers compared to Ice’s pristine and perfectly tailored Naval whites, but uncaring as he caught himself with his hands on Ice’s shoulders. Ice caught him again, hands gentle and firm on his upper arms as he helped Maverick find his balance. “Iceman, Ice, I–”

“Don’t say anything, Mitchell. You won’t remember it in the morning, and I need you to remember this conversation,” Ice said; his voice sounded sad. His eyes were sad. Maverick had made the steady, ice-cold Iceman sad.

“Ice,” Maverick repeated, shifting his hands to hold his shoulders more firmly. He licked his lips to moisten them and saw Ice’s eyes dart down to them before the man looked back in his eyes. “Ice.”

Maverick threw all caution to the wind, leaning in and standing up on his toes. A hand pressed over his face before his lips could reach their target. Ice’s expression was tense, eyes still sad but filled with understanding that made Maverick feel like his soul was laid bare between them for Ice to inspect. He shook his head slowly and pushed Maverick back gently, taking his hand away from his face as he helped him sit back down on the bed. Maverick stared at him with confusion and hurt probably written clear as day in his expression, and Ice gave him a sad smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He cupped Maverick’s face and brushed his fingers through his hair before pulling all of his touch away all at once.

“You won’t remember this in the morning, Mitchell,” Ice said softly, he tilted his head as he studied Maverick. “Go to sleep. If you remember anything, I’ll be at breakfast.”

Ice’s words felt like an order that Maverick couldn’t ignore as his eyes grew too heavy to protest. A gentle hand helped ensure he was lying on his bed as he tipped over bonelessly. He heard footsteps and shuffling nearby, but the world faded too fast. The last thing he thought he felt was a hand brushing through his hair as the sheet was pulled over his chest.

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klausysworld · 2 years ago

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can you please write a headcanon of yandere Klaus Mikaelson with a broken reader? Basically Klaus is delighted to find out reader is obedient and does everything he says, then later he realises reader actually gives up on hope and became a former shell of herself with no passion of life or interests.

Decided to write this in more of a one-shot kinda way, hope you don’t mind :) i just think it might work better

I’ve lost it

It had been god knows how long since i was last outside. I couldn’t remember the last time i saw one of my family members. The only interactions i had was with Klaus himself and even them most of them ended in arguments. It was becoming draining.

I was coming to the realisation that i was not going to be getting out. There was no life after my escape and no happy life where i could the busy streets and see what the world has to offer. One time Klaus had offered to show me the world, i wish i had just accepted it instead of being so rude. I should have at least let him down gently but no, and now i was sat amongst takeaway packets because Klaus didn’t have time to cook me anything.

He’s been busier lately, leaving me alone more. It’s hard not to contemplate everything. The lack of physical contact and communication was starting to get to my head.

Klaus hasn’t come to see me in maybe a few days? I couldn’t tell what time it was anymore but i was hungry. I hadn’t moved from my spot in the bed in what felt like a forever.

I couldn’t be bothered to move when i heard the door unlock, i heard footsteps getting closed and i could smell food. Real food, it made my mouth water and i closed my eyes to savour it incase it was a hallucination

“My love…i have breakfast for you” Klaus. Of course, I wasn’t really expecting anyone else. He knelt in front of me but the food wasn’t in his hands making me frown in confusion. His hand came to hold my cheek as he furrowed his brows

“Aren’t you hungry sweetheart?” He asked a little softer. I was starving but I wasn’t sure if it was worth eating anymore.

“Where were you?” i asked, my voice a lot weaker than i had hoped

“I’m sorry, my family, they’re awake and I’ve been trying to find the time to come down here…have you been using the colouring pencils i got for you?” He stood up taking a look around, his eyes saddening

“Those are the same books you had last time i was here, love what have you been doing?” He asked, his arms slipped under my body to pull me into a sitting up position making me groan, i suddenly felt a lot more hungry now i was upright as i looked around for the food. He was quick to sit down next to me with the tray practically shovelling the food into my mouth

“Good girl just keep going” he muttered as he brought some water to my lips

Once i had cleared the plate i found myself leaning into him. As much as i hated him at least he was somewhat alive. He was a real thing and he was here. I could feel the skin of his arms on mine as i shut my eyes and pulled myself into his lap as my fingers curled around his henley. His thumb rubbed circles against my upper arm making my eyes burn with tears, this man was my only comfort and yet he had taken me away from everything i had ever loved.

“Do you feel sick sweetheart?” He asked feeling my forehead with the back of his hand

“Please don’t leave” i whispered clinging to him tightly, turning my body to straddle him, my legs wrapping around him and my arms holding onto his midsection

“Please it’s too quiet” I added with a sniff as a tear ran astray down my face. I felt his hand on the back of my head and i tucked my face under his chin

“I’m not going anywhere my darling, I’m staying with you for as long as i can”

We stayed like that for a while before he lifted me and turned on the shower

“Im just going to sit in the bedroom okay?” He asked as he set the temperature, setting me down onto my feet

“No no you said you wouldn’t leave, stay you gotta stay” i sobbed grabbing onto him, his body tensed before relaxing as I practically climbed him to attache myself to him muttering ‘no’ over and over as he rocked me

“Okay… okay I’ll sit right here yeah? I’ll talk to you through the glass okay? I’m right here” he whispered

He stayed sat against the shower glass the whole time, he spoke about his family and why he was having problems with them. His mother being alive and throwing a ball. He said the ball didn’t go as planned and Kol had his neck snapped.

By the time i was out my mind was clearing over, and I wasn’t as well…crazy.

He brushed my hair and dried it, i didn’t complain or pull away like I usually did. He kept speaking the whole time, sometimes about the past and sometimes the present but never the future. I’m not sure if there even is a future anymore.

I stayed in his lap when he read a book to me, a love story between two normal people who fell for each other over time. They had a child at the end. He told me he thinks there’s a sequel and that he’d find it for me.

He only left me once to get us dinner before hurrying back.

He had been so gentle today, he didn’t yell or raise his voice at all

And so I couldn’t find it within me to push him away when he pressed his lips to mine. His lips were so soft and warm, his hands held my face as he slowly got on top of me. I didn’t protest when his tongue slipped into my mouth, I didn’t shove at him as he groaned into me, I didn’t bother pulling away when his hips rolled to meet mine, when his hand moved to touch my neck, when it trailed down and he rubbed over my breasts through my shirt. I didn’t stop him as he ground down harder his kiss growing hungrier and his hand becoming more bold as it moved between my legs, just cupping my sex through my sleep shorts.

Only when he pulled away did he take in my face, he swallowed thickly as he backed away from me

“Forgive me- i got carried away, I didn’t mean to make you feel like you had to” he muttered as he rolled onto his back

“Would you like me to stay for the night?” He asked quietly and i nodded bringing myself closer to him. My arm going over his chest as I snuggled into his side

“Will you be here in the morning?” I asked in a mumble

“Im not sure, i need to sneak back to my room in early enough so that my family think i stayed the night there but I’ll be back a little later for brunch?” He offered

“Yea okay, i understand” i whispered, he squeezed my tighter and pulled the cover up over my shoulders

“I love you sweetheart, so much. Just rest, i will take care of everything” his words blurred as i began to slip into unconsciousness.

The next few days…or weeks i just sort of did whatever he wanted. I did as he asked, sometimes we did some art together, he had also gotten me a typewriter to try and write stories, with all the reading id been doing i had a some creativity. I wasn’t allowed an actual laptop incase i tried to contact anyone.

Things were seeming to be a lot better. But then the realisation set in that this was as good as it was ever going to be. There was nothing that i was going to experience that would be worth living for anymore.

Klaus didn’t notice my detachment though. He was just happy that i was behaving. I never got mad at him or cried. I didn’t push or shove or kick or hit. I kissed back and sometimes i wondered if i could actually love him. But then i sort of realised i didn’t really feel much of anything anymore. I wasn’t mad or upset or disgusted but I wasn’t happy or feeling safe and cared for and loved. And i knew that he was doing it because he loves me and wants to keep me safe but I didn’t really know what was happening anymore.

Sometimes i wondered if it was one big mind fuck and i was in some weird game. Like maybe Klaus wasn’t really an original hybrid right? Like this whole thing is just to see how long it would take for me to crack. Sometimes i found myself looking to see if there were cameras or something watching me, was it a tv show?

That lasted like a week. Im convinced. I’ve lost it.

Klaus sort of grounded me most of the time, made me see and touch someone real and know that i was still some what alive. It was coming to the point where i had to pinch myself to make sure i was still real, i spoke to myself a lot, Klaus had days where he was really busy, he was better at seeing me as often as possible but still he couldn’t always balance me and his other life right?

I’d stopped writing, who’s even going to read them?

I found myself staring at his paintings for so long that i began to hate them. He had so many stupid hidden meanings it was an impossible puzzle.

The majority of my time was spent on the floor, either the carpet or the bathroom tiles if it i wanted a colder surface. Occasionally i pretended i was already dead. I mean what would he do if i were to die? He can’t just bring me back, not without vampire blood and i didn’t have that in my system. Sometimes i got worried though… what if he kept my body and kept me in my room, i worried what would happen after death, what if my soul or whatever was trapped in the room?

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(Third person)

Klaus was not expecting the scene infront of him. His love passed out on the floor, paper scattered everywhere and his paintings ripped to shreds. He slowly lifted her sleeping form placing her back into bed, he notices a cluster of little bruises along her thighs and stomach, pinch marks? He frowned seeing her fingernails slightly bloody and kissed them gently

He went back to the papers, no more than a few words scribbled down. It was about the afterlife and some held questions of what was happening. She wasn’t sure where she was. He felt his confusion grow seeing his paintings beaten in, the paintings of her. Her own face was torn out and a dot her blood was soaked into the carpet.

He slowly neared her in the bed after clearing the mess. His hand hesitantly pressed to her forehead to look through her mind

“Show me what’s troubling you my love”

He wasn’t expecting to find her completely emotionless while watching a clock. A clock with no arms. The ticking was persistent and yet there was no second hand, mo minute hand or hour hand. He found he was entranced by it struggling to pull himself away.

He dug further seeing her mid way through a panic attack in the middle of the room, spinning around hastily while pure fear crawled upon her face, she kept asking what was happening, why was she there? Who was watching her.

His heart ached, his wolf cried and his soul hurt seeing her scratch her legs to the point of the skin breaking.

Seeing her unmoving for days

Her laughing at nothing

Crying at the abstract painting he had made for her

And then he found a younger version of her, a small child version. Speaking to her mother

“One day I’m gonna live in a big house! I’m gonna have a baby and a husband and a pet cat! We’re gonna have you round all the time and it’s gonna be great! We can take holidays every year to slowly travel the world!” The innocence and excitement at the girl held her first plane ticket waving it at her elder sister who rolled her eyes but smiled non the less

Klaus came back from her mind to find himself crying. He wiped at his tears and sat with her hand in his

“I’m so sorry” he uttered while trying to find a way to stop her mind from collapsing in on itself.

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peppapig9009 · 5 months ago

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Boruto timeskip x Reader

A/N - Read this information because it’s going to be confusing if you skip through it and go straight to the story please!

8k words!!

Okay so this story obviously takes place in Boruto. Not only that but also in time skip. This story is based off from the manga, so if you haven’t read the manga I suggest do it now before going into the story. This is also my first story!! I hope you like it!! Also don’t forget my requests are always open. Okay i’ll be leaving you now to read, enjoy! :)

.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫ ・.・

Life had been difficult for Boruto ever since his life got ‘switched’ with kawaki. He couldn’t go to stores anywhere to buy things for himself because people obviously recognized him as the enemy. He had to stay on the low for a few years and you were by his side no matter what, like gum on a sidewalk. Although you practically lived with Boruto and Sasuke, you were still in touch with your Aunt and cousins. They think it’s wrong for you to be with ‘traitors’ because of what Boruto had done to the leaf Village but they told you they would support you no matter what since they had no full authority to make your decisions. You made sure to write letters to them once in a while in order to not make them worry about your safety, even when they know you’re strong enough to defend yourself.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

It hit that time of the day where you, Boruto, and Sasuke had to go find shelter to get plenty of rest for the following day. We eventually found a small cave since we were in the woods already. As soon as we entered, we started to unpack our things to set up for the night. You set your backpack on the floor and took out only your sleeping bag, and flashlight (it was going to get pitch black in an hour or so). There weren’t any towns nearby to purchase food, we had no other choice but to go wilderness style. You and Boruto had already finished unpacking so you guys decided to go hunting to not sleep with an empty stomach.

“Bye Sasuke, we are going to find some food to eat. If you have time, please prepare the fire for us to cook whatever we catch. We won’t take long.” You told him.

“Yeah that’s fine, stay safe out there and remember to hide your chakra incase anybody senses it.” He replied.

Boruto brought his Kunais and you brought your bow and arrows including a leather pouch incase you catch anything small like berries or nuts. we knew there was a body of water nearby so we decided we would eat fish for dinner.

“First one to reach the water first isn’t a loser!!!” Boruto said as he started to run.

“WAIT! You didn’t say when to start, you idiot!” You yelled running towards him. Once you caught up to him you tried to trip him, unfortunately he jumped to dodge your attack and elbowed your head. You fell on yours knees and eventually ate shit because you couldn’t balance. You didn’t give up just yet so you stood up. You paused. You couldn’t see him.

“No way he’s there already.” At that exact moment you lost all hope, accepting the fact that you were a loser for life. You walked your way there not interested in the stupid race Boruto created. Wait. Something’s wrong. It’s awfully quiet.

“Boruto?” No response.

You started to get annoyed because you knew this was another one of his tricks.

“Okay I don’t want to play this game anymore. Im a loser and you’re not. You win. Come out now, I’m getting scared.” You weren’t scared of anyone possibly hurting you, you were scared of the fact that you were alone in the woods without Boruto’s company.

You heard noises up above in the trees. You looked up only to see Boruto falling on you with a fat smirk on his face. He laid all his weight on you making it hard to breathe “ahhh I can’t breathe fatty, you’re so heavy!!!”

He was laughing uncontrollably still on you. “You give up? Thats not the y/n I know. Why didn’t you just go straight to the lake? You could have won, you dummy, or were you scared? Little scaredy cat” He said laughing in my ear.

“I mean, since we still aren’t there yet we can still race, you know?” He added.

He got off of you and both stood up. “fine but this time count AND no pushing or shoving, got it?” You told him angrily, dusting the dirt off of your clothes.

“Got it.” He replied still having that annoying smirk on his face.

“Three…Two…One…Go!!!!”

We both ran at the direction of the water without stopping. If anyone could catch how our faces looked, they would describe it as ‘no thoughts behind those eyes, they look like mosquitos racing towards bright lights.’

You got there as fast as you could, not caring if Boruto won or if he was still behind. You couldn’t see anything either way because of all the smoke you had created. You were panting so hard you had to sit down and take a water break. You looked to your right only to see Boruto doing the same thing.

“YOU WERE RIGHT HERE ALL ALONG?!” He screamed, shocked to see me sitting down drinking water. That to him meant that you were there for a bit.

“No way. You were here all along too?” You replied with a faint laugh. “I guess we both won” you said with a smile. He smiled back admiring your face.

You opened your eyes only to see him staring at you. You felt kind of uncomfortable because you don’t like it when people stare at you. So you decided to break the tension by saying, “c’mon we need to catch some fish, we can’t keep Sasuke waiting.”

“Oh, you’re right let’s go.” He started to walk on the water, going more towards the center. “Wait, but how are we going to catch them?” Boruto said.

“Give me one of your kunai, i’ll make a spear. You want one too?” You said.

“Yes please, for now I’m going to try to wiggle my fingers to trick them into thinking it’s a worm” he said confidently.

“Get off of the water, you’re going to scare them away.” You said forgetting how stupid he can get sometimes. You were done making the spears and tossed one to him. “We need to catch at least five. And hurry up because the sun is about to set and we won’t be able to see them”

As always, we were being competitive trying to see who gets the three catches first. “Caught the last one!” He screamed so loudly. “Just in time, I couldn’t see anything in the water anymore.” You told him.

“Yeah same here. I consider this fish the lucky catch.” He laughed. We gathered all our things and headed back to the cave. The way back was originally 10 minutes since we ran almost the entire time. You were both drained from all the running, pushing, shoving and catching so at this point you didn’t care if sasuke had to wait a couple more minutes.

“It’s so dark already, I’m getting scared Boruto.” you said clearly afraid of the dark worried about not being able to see when you’d run into a huge spiderweb with an angry spider on it. “Don’t be such a baby y/n, you have me to protect you!” he said still not convincing you. You didn’t trust him because if he also ran into a web he would be screaming in high notes, even higher than yours.

“Hold my hand.” He said

“Huh? What for?” You replied confused

“So we don’t lose each other.” He said clearly lying. You could barely see his face but you could tell he was also just as scared as you were. “You’re scared aren’t you boruto?” You said smirking. “What?! No way y/n. If anything, you’re the only scardey cat here.” He said with a visible shakey voice. “Wait! I have a flashlight in my backpack can you grab it for me y/n? Just make sure not to drop anything.” You let go of his hand to open the backpack and reach for the flashlight.

“You came in handy bringing your bag Boruto.” You cried happy tears. You closed his backpack and turned on the flash. “Hold it with your left hand.” You didn’t question him and did as he said. He grabbed your right arm and sled down slowly to intertwine his fingers with yours. There was no reason to hold hands anymore since we could already see what was in front of us. No one was speaking, which made it more awkward. On top of that, the woods were silent.

He squeezed your hand to feel closer to you, you did the same to feel even more closer to him. Once in a while he would rub his thumb on the back of your hand. It stayed that way until we saw the fire. I let go of Boruto’s hand so that Sasuke wouldn’t see that we were holding hands.

“Took you idiots long enough.” Sasuke said

“It was only an hour Sasuke. Catching fish isn’t easy when you don’t have a rod” you replied.

“Yeah, besides we were doing everything in fast motion.” Boruto added to the conversation.

“It’s fine, take the fish out so we can cook it quickly to turn off the fire, we wouldn’t want anyone to see the light from afar.”

Boruto nodded and gave Sasuke the bag that carried 5 fish. Sasuke then pierced the fishes with sticks and handed one to Boruto and you. “Here, make sure not to burn it.”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

After we were done eating sasuke turned the fire off and headed inside the cave. “Goodnight, i’ll be going to sleep now. Remember to not let your guard down, don’t sleep off too late, i’ll see you in the morning.”

“Yeah, goodnight Sasuke. We’ll see you in the morning” you told him as you set a blanket on the floor just outside of the cave to star gaze. It was always the first thing you did once it got dark outside. I get so hypnotized looking at the stars sparkling.

“Scoot.” You looked up only to see Boruto with two pillows and a blanket.

“What are the pillows for? Im not going to sleep out here.” You said laughing.

“It’s for your head, It looks painful. I can go put it back if you don’t want it.” He replied.

“No it’s fine give it. Thank you”

“Yep” he said as he was getting comfortable next to you, putting the blanket over both of us.

You loved how he is just as hypnotized as you are.

“there goes a shooting star!!!” We both shouted quietly trying not to be loud.

“You can have it Boruto” you said laughing still not looking away from the sky.

“Thank you y/n.” He said as he turned to look at you. “Yeah, no problem.”

“No. I mean it, thank you y/n for being there for me”

“It wasn’t just me, you had others on your side you know? The only reason Sasuke is here is because Sadara sent him. She unlocked her mangekyo Sharigan because she was so afraid of losing you. You were a kill on sight target, I was there and saw everything and I don’t blame her for being so scared.”

“I guess you’re right.” He said

“I always am, Boruto.” You replied

After that, no one spoke a word. It was silent. A comfort silence though. You were getting too tired to stand up and go to your sleeping bags in the cave with sasuke and you could tell he was too but you were waiting for him to stand up and make the first move. It was so comfortable being by his side. It felt safe and warm. Your eyelids were getting heavy and eventually fell asleep, as so did he.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

You woke up with the sun beaming its hot rays on your face. You tried to stretch but you couldn’t move. Someone was holding you. You turned around forcefully only to see Boruto big spooning you. You were freaking out because you didn’t want Sasuke to see both of you guys like this.

“Stop moving to much. You’re going to wake me up.” Boruto said digging his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

“Yeah? Well you DO need to wake up, it’s late already. We need to get going.” You told him. He was awake but NOT awake because he still didn’t notice the situation. “Boruto… I can’t get up” you said nervously. He opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was the position you guys were in. He flinched and let go super fast “Oh.. sorry y/n, I didn’t mean to invade your space” he said clearly embarrassed for acting like this with a faint blush on his face.

“How come you guys weren’t sleeping in your sleeping bags with me?” Sasuke said.

You also jumped almost forgetting he was with us the entire time. “I was waiting for y/n get up. It was just too comfortable, trust me Sasuke” Boruto said.

“Whattt!! You didn’t need my permission. And I was also waiting for you to say something last night.” You laughed staring at him waiting for a response back but instead Boruto just stared back at you. Sasuke felt uncomfortable with the whole ‘staring eye contest’ situation so he broke the silence, “Pack up your things, we are going to find a town nearby to wash up.”

“Wait! first I need to brush my teeth,” You grab a water bottle, your toothbrush, toothpaste and some napkins from your backpack and went to go hide so they don’t see you brushing your teeth this way. Once you were done, you put everything away back in its place. Finally, took out your hairbrush and quickly fixed up your messy hair.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

“If we do end up finding a town, wouldn’t they recognize me?” Boruto said. “Not really, if we use transformation jutsu to hide our real identities, they wont suspect a thing.” You said excitedly. “She’s right. Let’s get going now,” Sasuke said. “I know just the right place to go to.”

After half an hour or so, we found a place to stay for the day. You and Boruto were fighting to see which room was best the best to choose from. “Move Boruto you’re blocking the doorway!” You yelled. “Yeah, it’s almost as if I’m doing this on purpose! I have to get the best room!” He screamed. “Both of you shut up. There are no rooms, it’s just a two bed hotel room, what more did you expect? If you’re going to shower, I suggest do it now.” Sasuke said breaking the loud fight. “Im going in first.” You said annoyed, walking straight to the bathroom not dropping your stuff down because your soaps and stuff are in your backpack. “First I need to clean these dirty cloths.” You say to yourself stripping down to wash them in the sink. Once you were done, you used a small wind jutsu on your palm to dry the clothes up. You dug in your backpack to take out your soaps for the shower.

“Ahh so fresh and clean. I even had time to do my makeup!” You said looking at yourself in the mirror so happy, until you heard a loud ass knock on the door. “Will you hurry up in there? I need to use the bathroom!!!” Boruto quietly shouted to prevent sasuke from hearing. “Shut up i’m almost done!” You said trying to hold in your laugh because you were lying. “I KNOW YOU’RE LYING IM GOING TO BUST THIS DOOR DOWN!” He did… He pushed you out and kicked your backpack enough for you to grab it. He shut the door super hard. “What’s all that noise? You guys are going to get us kicked out.” Sasuke said clearly irritated now. A few minutes had passed by and Boruto walked out of the bathroom all fresh and clean as well. “You can go in there now sasuke. Also thank you y/n for leaving your soaps in there. I didn’t have any!” Boruto said trying to make you mad for using your things. “You’re welcome. If anything, you really needed them the most.” You said laughing loudly. You can hear Sasuke chuckle as he walked in the bathroom. “Once i’m out of the shower, get ready to leave to go out and train.” He said closing the door behind him. “Train? Aw man I’m going to get all dirty again!” You said whining. “Shut up, besides we get to spend the night here remember? You can take a shower when we get back.” Boruto told you clearly happy we get to sleep on beds after so long. (It had only been 3 days since he slept on a real bed again) “I guess you’re right. Im so hungry, are you hungry too?” You said. “Yeah I am to be honest. Want to go grab something?” He replied

“I thought you’d never ask!” You say putting on your shoes. “Take Sasuke’s wallet with you. Dont forget to transform into the random person you were earlier.” You added.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

“So many options! I cant even choose!!” Boruto said drooling. “We need to hurry up, Sasuke is going to be out soon. oooh, let’s get Hamburgers!” You say. “Good idea y/n.” After buying the hamburgers with Sasuke’s money, we headed back to our hotel room to eat our food in there. “You forgot the key you idiot!” You yelled “i’m the idiot? You didn’t even notice either!” Boruto argued back. We were outside of the room knocking for 5 minutes straight. “What were you doing outside?” Sasuke said opening the door and moving aside so we could enter. As we walked in he saw the food in our hands. “Hamburgers? Really? With what money?”

“She stole your money!!”

“He stole your money!!”

We both said pointing at each other. “I don’t care, did you at least get me one?” Sasuke said. “You bet!” Boruto replied.

“Alright. Let’s eat then.”

“Thank you for the food.” We all said in unison “Mmmmh this is so good!! But it’s not better than lighting burger. Man I miss that place.” Boruto said with his mouth full of food. “Dude, shut up we know it’s good, I can see all the chewed up food in your mouth mixed with saliva” you said crying in disgust. “You shut up and mind your own business!” He argued back with food still in his mouth. You rolled your eyes and continued eating your hamburger. Once we were all finished, you volunteered to clean their mess so they could have time to get their stuff ready for training. “Are you guys ready to leave?” Sasuke told us. “Yes, we are! Right y/n?” Boruto said as he put Sasuke’s headband on his forehead. “Yes, let’s go” you say transforming into the random old woman you turned into a while ago

“Okay, this is far enough” Sasuke said as he waited for Boruto to get his things ready to train. “Hey guys? I’m not really in the mood to train today. I just want to see how strong you’ve gotten Boruto!” You said. “Yeah! That’s fine by me y/n!”

You were truly amazed on how fast Boruto had been progressing, “I think he might be stronger than Sasuke.” You thought to yourself. Sasuke gave Boruto his sword so that he could get better at controlling it. He began to slice wood around him, “you’re so good at this Boruto. I wish I was as strong as you.” You said clearly amazed. “You would be if you trained as hard as me, but I don’t see it! Hahaha.” You didn’t respond back to him, instead, you just admired him from afar. His hair was so long now. Kind of like Sasuke’s, the scar in his face suits him so well, it makes him look so cool… “Good, that’s enough for now, time for a break.” Sasuke said. Boruto agreed and sat next to me. “You want anything to drink?” You told him. “Water. Please and thank you” Boruto replied.

“What do you think? Do I still need more training?”

“Are you kidding? You’re perfect already!” You said laughing.

“Really?” He replied expecting you to praise him more. “Hell yeah. I don’t even think you need to carry a sword with you because you’re the weapon yourself!” You bragged.

“Nah don’t over exaggerate y/n! I’m not that good.” he replied, with a big smile and a faint blush on his face. He turned to look at sasuke, “Sasu- I mean, Master! What did you think about my Uchiha style? Ive fully mastered it right?!” Since when did he start calling him master? You thought as you opened a bag of chips. “I suppose I’ve taught you almost all the moves and methods I know.” Sasuke said. “I was just joking around! I know there’s still a lot you can teach me!” Boruto exclaimed.

“Does it look like I’m joking to you? You’ve got talent and you’re also a quick learner, I have nothing left to teach you. But that doesn’t mean slack off. Keep training, master your mind and moves.” Sasuke added. Boruto didn’t know what to respond to so he just nodded at him quietly, Accepting the fact that he doesn’t need Sasuke’s training anymore. “I guess you’re right, master.”

“Jeez, time really passed by so quick! It’s almost 6 o’clock!” You said yawning clearly tired. “You want to head back?” Sasuke asked you.

“Yes, only If you guys aren’t busy anymore.” You said standing up.

“No worries y/n. Let’s head back if you’re tired. In fact I’m tired myself!” Boruto said.

“Alright then, going back it is.” You said walking towards the direction of hotel. Wrinkling the bag of chips into a ball and putting it in one of your backpack’s pocket.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

“Home sweet home! Am I right?” Boruto shouted. “Very funny Boruto.” You said as you got your pj’s out of your backpack. “Im going to shower, be right back.” You said already on your way to the bathroom. As soon as you got in, you locked the door. “Im going to wash these pajamas to sleep more comfortable. As a matter of fact im washing everything now that I have the time.” You told yourself. Once you were done, you used wind style to dry them clean. “Finally, now I can shower. If only we had washing machines in this hotel, it would be so much easier.” You said as you walked the shower.

You finally finished cleaning everything up. You felt so squeaky clean. You walked out of the bathroom to grab your backpack because you left it on one of the beds. Quickly grabbing it and walking back to the bathroom trying not take any of Boruto and Sasuke’s time. You eventually finished brushing your teeth and hair, then put everything back in your bag to stay organized. As you walked out, Boruto went in the bathroom to shower as well. You didn’t waste any time and started to take apart the organized bed sheets to cover yourself. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep. You were so tired for no reason.

You woke up, but you weren’t fully awake so the most you did was just open your eyes. It was so dark and quiet. What time is it? You turned your full body around because you got tired of staring at the wall only to see Boruto laying next to you. He wasn’t asleep though, just staring at the ceiling. He noticed your movements.

“You want some candy?” He asked.

“What time is it?” You said not answering his question.

“3 am”

“No way, really?!” You said surprised. He unwrapped the piece of candy and handed it to you, not caring if you didn’t want it.

“Eat some with me.”

“Wait, I’m going to grab some water first, I’m thirsty” You said. As you stood up you saw Sasuke sleeping on the other bed. He looked so comfortable. It almost looked adorable. You grabbed the water bottle that was on the table. It looked like somebody had already drank from it. “Is this your bottle?” You asked him.

“Yeah bring it here, I’m thirsty too.”

You walked towards him and handed it to him while you got on the bed to sit. Once he was done drinking water, he passed it to me. “You can finish the rest.” He said wiping his mouth. And you listened.

“Here.” He said putting a candy in my mouth.

“Where did you get them? They’re really good.” You said.

“Sasuke gave them to me when you were sleeping. He told me to share some with you but I ate most of them already.” He chuckled nervously. He seemed off.

“What’s wrong Boruto?”

“Nothing. Why?” He replied

“Are you sure? You can tell me anything.” You said

“It’s just, this gut feeling in my stomach is keeping me up” he mumbled.

“I hate when that happens, especially when you don’t know the reason why you have it.” you replied “Is there anything I could do to make you feel better? Do you want to go outside for a walk with me?” You asked him

“No it’s okay, thank you for the offer though.” he said as he laid down to stare at the ceiling again.“I know what to do. Lay on your stomach and lift up your shirt. Im going to tickle your back.”

“Huh? Whats that?” He asked confused.

“It’s this super relaxing thing where I drag my nails or fingers on your back. I loved it so much when my aunt would do this to me whenever I felt upset.” You told him smiling. He then turned around to lay on his stomach and you lifted up his shirt. You laid on your side next to him to get comfortable and started dragging your fingers around his back.

“You’re right, this does feel nice.” Boruto admitted.

“Like I said, I’m always right.” You replied.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

After you were done doing that ‘tickle’ massage you quietly made sure he was fast asleep, and he was. You were glad because you never liked when he was upset. It just feels so out of place. You would do anything to make sure he’s not feeling down. You got off of the bed quietly to go pee. You reached the bathroom and as soon as you were about to close the door someone stopped it.

“Boruto? What are you doing, I thought you were asleep!” You shouted quietly. “I was. I still don’t feel so good. Can we talk here? I just want to make sure master Sasuke doesn’t hear.”

“Yeah, let me just pee first.”

You opened the door signaling for him to come in after you were done. “Sit down please.” He commanded And you sat on the bathroom floor facing him. “Well, what’s wrong?” You asked him worried.

“It’s Sasuke, I’m worried about him.”

You looked at him confused scanning his face trying to dig for more information. “Why? What’s wrong with Sasuke?” You replied

“Remember earlier when I told you I had this gut feeling? I didn’t want to tell you that it was about him because I was afraid you would look at me like if I was stupid. I can’t hold it in anymore, I have to tell you.”

“Don’t ever think that I would find you stupid I would never. even when you act like such an idiot.” You told him.

He stared at you before starting “I feel like something’s going to happen to him. Im not sure what though. Something bad y/n. And I’m so frustrated because I cant figure it out. It feels like deja vu, like as if i’ve already lived it and my brain isn’t letting me remember, you know?” You wanted to cry because you can feel the heaviness from his chest, you also didn’t know what to respond to him, so instead you brought him in for a hug, rubbing his back. “oh Boruto, everything’s going to be okay. Okay?? Besides Sasuke wouldn’t allow anything bad happen to anyone, including himself. He’s really smart and strong, or have you forgotten huh??” You said trying your best lighten the mood. You broke apart the hug to see if he’s doing okay.

“Boruto?” You said shocked seeing his eyes all watery. “Don’t cry, you’re going to make me cry too.” you said as you rubbed the tears off of his face with your fingers. “Oh, sorry y/n. I didn’t mean to upset you.” He said. “Never mind me, at this moment everything is about you.” You said leaning in to kiss his forehead. He looked shocked. “I’m sorry, did I make you feel uncomfortable?” you told him. “The opposite actually.” There he goes again, staring into your soul. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because you’re beautiful y/n, you’re really cool and also you’ve always been there for me. You never fail to make me feel better, thank you. Till this day I wonder why you didn’t fall for Eida’s omnipotence she casted a while back,” he stopped for a moment to think. “This might ruin our friendship but…” he said leaning closer to you. Everything felt in slow motion. You felt like a mannequin, not knowing what to do. You can feel your heartbeat trying to escape from your throat and your ass.

He grabbed your chin to make you look at him in the eye. They screamed hunger and lust. He reached in and gave you a soft kiss on your mouth. He backed up just a little to breathe because his heart was about to explode, he was so nervous. Him heavy breathing on your face unleashed something in you. You grabbed his hair from the back side of his head and kissed him back softly but a little rough. You kissing him meant to him that you were okay with this. You knew he wanted more so you parted your mouth slightly open allowing him to enter. He grabbed the back of your hair as well tugging on it to get a better grip on you. With the other hand he went under your shirt to feel your smooth silky skin. The kiss went from being soft to rough, now you guys are fully making out. The bathroom was so quiet and the only noises being made were both you and Boruto’s lips smacking. He kept making beautiful clicking noises that would send shivers down your spine. You placed your arms underneath his shirt feeling his muscular physique. He broke the kiss apart and slowly pushed you down on the floor and got on top of you. “You don’t know how long i’ve been wanting this. I craved you y/n. Now I don’t know how i’m going to control myself knowing you taste like this.” He said whispering in your ear.

“Boruto, we can’t do this here, Sasuke will hear us, or worse, he could walk in because you left the door unlocked you idiot.” You said as you grabbed his chin and pulled him in to give him a messy wet kiss. He whimpered in your mouth because the butterflies in his stomach were fluttering a little too much causing a strong tingle sensation in there. You put your hands underneath his shirt to feel him again. He liked that. So he took off his shirt to make you touch him more. He loves when you touch him, he’s so touch starved. He broke apart the kiss to go down on your neck. It felt so good yet so wrong because of how risky the situation was. You never thought you’d be into risky things like this until now. You can feel him sucking on your neck and your first instinct was to smack his head. He looked up confused. “Don’t suck on my neck you idiotic vampire.” You said worried he might leave a hickey. “As much as I want to keep going at this, we have to go back to sleep.” You said as you sat up while him being trapped with his legs. You grabbed the shirt he tossed on the other side of the bathroom and proceeded to put it on him. “Just one more kiss.” He said with puppy eyes. “Your wish is my command.” You laughed quietly and leaned in closer to his face. He didn’t waste no time. This man was HUNGRY. It was a hard, rough make out session all over again, the sloppy and wet kisses happening again as well with so much tension. He didn’t want to let go. He was going to miss your lips.

But you had to stop this no matter how hard it was, if you didn’t make this decision, something else would of happened. Let’s just say both of your clothes would be completely off. He stood up and pulled his arm out to pick you up. Before opening the door he turned around and quickly pecked your lips several times. He knew this wouldn’t happen again for a while, so he took advantage of this precious moment. He cupped your face then kissed your forehead before opening the door quietly. You both successfully made it back to the beds without waking Sasuke up. Once you were both in the covers you cuddled real close while holding hands. You and him both never wanted this moment to end.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

It was morning all over again. The bed was so comfortable and fresh. You didn’t want to wake up. You stretched your body and it caused you to start glitching. You loved those type of stretches, ESPECIALLY in the mornings. All the memories of last night started to wash over you and you felt embarrassed because that version of you wasn’t like you at all. “Boruto craved me?” You thought to yourself remembering what he was whispering in your ear last night. You stood up only to see both Boruto and Sasuke still knocked out. You looked at the clock on the wall and it read 11:36 am. It was late, but also still early so you decided to lay back down without making noise to prevent them from waking up. They needed rest. You were pretty tired yourself because you fell back asleep in no time.

You woke up feeling like you had been hibernating for a long time, with plenty of rest. You saw Boruto chilling on the bed next to you watching tv while eating chips. He noticed you moving so he knew you were finally awake. As soon as your eyes locked in with his, you once again remembered what had happened last night. He was thinking the same and wanted to talk about it but he couldn’t because Sasuke was right there. And you both knew how much of a big eavesdropper he is. So he decided not to open his mouth and turn his attention back to the tv.

You got off the bed to go take a shower. You grabbed your backpack and quickly walked to the bathroom. Of course Sasuke had to be in there, now you had to wait outside of the bathroom awkwardly. You waited out there about a minute or so. When Sasuke opened the door he gave you a look that said ‘why do you need to use the bathroom as soon as im out’ and ‘don’t go in there’ look. You were confused at first but then you realized he was pooping. “Damn it stinks” you thought to yourself. Whelp there is no other choice, it’s either go back there with Boruto OR shower and get ready for the day.

You walked out of the shower all fresh and clean then proceeded to take out your toothbrush and toothpaste. “Oh man, this is the spot we kissed in. Can I ever escape?” You thought to yourself while you brushed your teeth.

You were finally done with everything including your makeup, you put everything back in its place and closed up your backpack. “Man I carry this thing everywhere.” You said clearly grateful for it. You walked out of the bathroom, set your bag on the bed and sat on the table with Sasuke. “Hey Sasuke, when are we leaving?” You told him. “We have till six to leave.” He replied. “Oh um and when is that?” You leaned back on the chair to read the clock because he was in your way, it read 4:57pm “What the hell? I slept till four?!” You screamed in shock. “I didn’t want to wake you up because I figured you needed rest, besides if you were awake this whole time you’d be bored, there’s nothing to do here. So I preferred for you to sleep instead of having nothing to do.” He replied softly. “I guess you’re right, thank you Sasuke.” You told him.

“So technically we need about an hour to leave” you thought to yourself. You knew once it was time to go we wouldn’t be sleeping in nice hotels like these for a while so you decided to go out for shopping. “Sasuke i’m going to walk around the town. I’ll be back in time okay?” You said standing up to leave. “Yeah sure just be careful. Remember, hide your chakra and make smart decisions. You need any money?” He asked you. “Yes please.” You replied happy. He gave you about 60 bucks. “Really? It didn’t have to be so much!” You said amazed. “Take it, in fact keep it. You need it more than I do. I rarely spend any money on myself, unless it’s for you guys.” He said smiling. You gave him a quick hug. You love it when people do small things that make you happy. You’ll cherish this moment forever. “Aw man I love Sasuke so much.” You thought to yourself wanting to cry happy tears. It was so cute when Sasuke showed affection. “Okay im going to head out now, bye” you said as you transformed into another person.

Boruto couldn’t keep his eyes off of you the whole time, even when you were sleeping. You tried your best to ignore him, but it was so hard because you practically felt his eyeballs on your back. Well good thing you weren’t there anymore, it was so awkward, You didn’t regret or hate what happened last night, it’s just you don’t know what to say to someone after you kissed them in secret. In fact you couldn’t even talk about it, not even for a second because Sasuke will notice strange behaviors like whispering and fast heartbeats. Well anyways, You get to shop at stores you like in silence without a rat in your ear ranting about wanting to leave the store because you’ve been there for way ‘too long’. You entered a pet shop first to go see cute animals. “Oh wow! They even have baby ducks!” You said out loud. “You can hold one if you’d like!” A coworker told you. “Really? That would be nice.” You replied back to her. “Yes, only because you remind me of my grandma. You look just like her! Man I miss her so much” She told you. “You kind soul!” You told her trying to act a little old. She handed you a baby duck. It was so soft and yellow. “You know what, let me buy it!! It’s just so cute.” You told her. “Awesome! They’re 15 dollars each.” You handed her the right amount of money. “Oh! And you’re going to need this.” She gave you a bag full of mealworms. “Here, take it for free, it’s on me! You don’t have to pay anything for the worms.” She said smiling at you. “Thank you so much. You made my day, actually my whole year!” You told her. “I’m glad to hear that. Have a nice day!” She replied.

You didn’t waste any time on going to other shops. This baby duck you had in your hand was enough. “Im going to name you, hmm. Nugget!” You told it. “Wait, I don’t even know your gender. Damn it, I should of asked the coworker earlier.” You said knocking on the door. Boruto opened it for you. “Look! Meet our new friend.” You told him. That was the first thing you said to him since last night. “It’s adorable. Where did you get it?” He told you. “Hmm I don’t know, a food shop. Obviously a pet shop, here carry this.” You said as you gave him the meal worm bag. “Eww, it has to eat worms?” He said. “Sasuke look! A duckling! Wait, I wanted to asked you if you could check if it’s a girl or a boy.” You told him as you handed it over. He flipped it carefully and checked its private spot. “Hm, it appears to be a boy.” He said flipping it back around petting it. “Get your stuff, we have to go now” he told you.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

“Wait out here, I have to return the key.” Sasuke said leaving me and Boruto alone. “What did you name him?” He asked. “Nugget, do you like it?” You replied. “It’s ironically funny.” He said.

“About yesterday, i’m sorry if Imade you feel uncomfortable, I couldn’t control myself. I’m sorry again for not apologizing earlier. Sasuke was there and I didn’t want him to hear me.” He said. “There’s nothing to worry about besides I don’t regret anything at all. I liked it. And I also didn’t say anything for the same reason, Sasuke is such a big eavesdropper.” You told Boruto.

“Sasuke is a big what?” Sasuke said

“Nothing!!” You yelled.

“Nothing!!” Boruto yelled.

“Calm down, it’s not like I’m going to arrest you for talking about me. Let’s go now.” he said.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

“We’ve been walking for hours, can we get a break at least?” Boruto whined. “Shut up, we’re almost there.” Sasuke replied. “Here have a drink of my water” you told Boruto as you gave him a waterfall. “Thank you, I really needed that.” He said wiping his mouth.

“Guys stay alert! Code is here, stay calm and prepare to fight!” Sasuke said. “Stupid bastard! Always ruining the moment! Where are you huh?! You little scaredy cat!” Boruto yelled.

“Im right here you idiot.” Code said above us. “Damn it, we couldn’t see him because of how dark it is out here.” You said. “Relax pretty girl, I’m not here for you. Im here for your little boyfriend, he’s kind of in the menu for today and I need him.” Code said loud enough for everybody to hear. “Yeah? Well you’re going to have to get through me first!” You yelled at him. You created a shadow clone to protect Nugget and also to hold your things. Your shadow clone handed you your bow and arrow. “Thank you, protect nugget and my things, go and hide.” You told your shadow clone. You grabbed an arrow and set it on the bow, you filled it with poisonous chakra that’s able to numb flesh. You pointed it and launched it on code’s shoulder. It was the best you could do since he was super high in mid air.

“You little brat! What did you do to me!” He landed on the floor and started to release a lot of claw grimes. “Damn it! We’re outnumbered!” Boruto said frustrated. Sasuke saw that Code was weakened with the poison you had darted him with and quickly took action. He grabbed his sword and slashed his left eye.

“Uchiha!! You, how dare you take my left eye!!!”

“Boruto! Y/n! What are you doing?! Hurry up and run!!” Sasuke yelled. “How can you say that master?! I won’t abandon you!!” Boruto shouted back at him. “Listen closely, there is absolutely no way we can win against him, so escape for now!! Survive at all cost and become stronger so then, there wont be anyone who’ll be able to stop you!! Watch over Sadara for me, Boruto.” Sasuke said. “DIE!!” Code yelled as he watched all the claw grimes go after Sasuke.

“Master!!” Boruto yelled trying to help Sasuke. “Boruto!! Sasuke is sacrificing himself for us to escape! He told us to live no matter what! We can’t let this go to waste. You think I don’t want to help him? I want to do anything possible to help Sasuke, We’re outnumbered!! We have to listen to what he told us to do! Run!!” You said ignoring all the heavy tears in your face. Your shadow clone ran with you guys because obviously you couldn’t leave Nugget and your stuff behind. Code left as well. He was practically useless, a slashed left eye and a body going numb, you’d run away too if you were him.

You and Boruto ran as far as you could. “We have to go back y/n. Please! I want to make sure he’s okay!” Boruto cried. “I agree Boruto. We have to go back.” You replied. You were shaking so bad, you wanted to throw up from all the shock. You didn’t give a shit if code was still there or not. All you cared about was if Sasuke was okay.

You guys arrived to the spot where it all happened in. You saw claw grimes dead on the floor. “A tree? That wasn’t there.” You said. “Master Sasuke? Are you there?” Boruto asked. “BORUTO!!!” You cried out. Boruto ran towards you confused to why you screamed until he turned around to see the tree. Only to find out, Sasuke was in it. “He’s not dead is he?” You asked. He quickly checked his pulse. “His heart is still beating y/n. Don’t cry, He’s still alive!” Boruto told you.

“Let’s take him out Boruto.” You said bawling with tears. “Wait, not yet. What if he dies if we take him out? We have to find code to undo this crap.” He said turning to you. “Look at me.” He grabbed your face. “It’s all going to be okay. Okay? His pulse still beats at normal speeds. This tells us that he’s still alive.” He said wiping the tears off your face. He stood up and grabbed the sword from Sasuke’s hand. “I’ve got this old man Sas- I mean, Master.”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Part two???

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