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You Deserve It (G- Dragon x Reader)

P.S This was requested by an anon. Girl I had to write a whole song for this, so please enjoy!

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Being a stylist in South Korea was a dream come true, you loved to dress other people and make them look good, especially in a country that fascinated you since you were a teenager. Learning the language and moving so far away was hard and sometimes you hated it, but it was all worth it at the end, you made it on your own and now you were the most favourite stylist of the top idols.

That’s how you met Jiyong. You had the opportunity to style him and Taeyang for the m/v bad boy, which was a big responsibility and a blessing. You were not really into Jiyong you were more of a Daesung kinda gal, but of course you were friendly with everyone. Jiyong took a liking towards you, he liked your fierce personality and your stubborness, if you wanted something you would get it done no matter what, he still remembers how mad you were when someone messed up the sizes from Daesung, you runned around the building like a maniac to get it right. After that the guys wnated to keep in touch with you, so you became friends and occasionally styled them.

He didn’t really realise that he liked you, that was until you mentioned you had a date. He saw you all dressed up and with a nervous smile on your face, he felt jealous and wanted to be the guy that you were going out with. When you saw them again he tried to hide his smile, as you told them that it did not go well and that he was weird. He didn’t want to waste any time, he pulled you to the side and awkwardly asked you out, at first you thought he was joking around, but the serious look on his face proved you wrong. You had a crush on him that you tried to hide, but now you could finally let it out and enjoy the moment.

Jiyong was a very loyal man. Before you even got in a relationship with him you knew how much he wanted a wife and kids, it was cute when you saw him around kids and complaining that he wants to have kids. When you got with him he was very commited, he took care of you, he protected you, he treated you like royalty, the guys even made fun of him that he was ‘whipped’, he would always just smile and hug you.

Of course they were also a lot of stuff that bothered you. You decide to not go public with your relationship, so the rumours about him dating girls were still going, nobody supsected a thing about you, but they had several women for Jiyong, it hurt you and upset you to another level. You knew he was loyal and that he would never do this, but just in the idea you wanted to cry. Also the tours did not help, you have gone with them sometimes as stylist but you never made it until the end of the tour, you had other clients that you needed to be taken care of, being away from him felt weird, you were so used to being around him that the long tours killed you.

Now you were going strong for almost two years. He was currently on tour and you had the oportunity to go with them as a stylist, but also be around him for your birthday that was coming up. You spended a lot of time with him, I mean being their stylist meant you have to be with them all the time, so you were not complaining.

You woke up feeling his lips all over your face. You giggled and opened your eyes

“Stop”

“happy birthday”

He said to you and pecked your lips. You smiled and hugged him tightly, he remembered!

“Thank you baby”

“I would love to sit with you all day but we got a concert”

He whined. You kissed his cheek and runned your fingers through his soft hair. He smiled at you as he hunced over you, supporting his weight on his elbow

“I know baby. Now come on we have a long day”

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You loved seeing your man perform. He was so energetic and he owned the stage, it was like he was meant to be in the stage, you could feel his presence, it was fantastic. At some point the music stopped and you saw the members leave the stage, you thought it was time for his solo songs. It was not that

“Today is a very special day. Some of you might know that today is our stylists (Y/N)’s birthday. But for me she is not just my stylist, she is my support system, my best friend, my girlfriend of almost two years”

You were shocked. You couldn’t believe he was doing this right now, it was like a dream. You heard the crowd cheer and you saw him walking to you with a bright smile, he stretched his arm to you, calling you out on stage. You were so frozen you couldn’t move, so he just took your hand and pulled you on stage, you saw someone seeting a chair on the middle of the stage and then run back. He made you stand infront of the stage and wrapped a hand around your waist.

“So me and this beautiful lady have been together for a while, so it’s time to show her to the world. As I said it’s her birthday today, so can we all sing her happy birthday?”

The crowd started singing happy birthday with Jiyong. From the corner of your eye you saw the guys coming on stage while T.O.P had a cake in his hands. They stood infront of you and waited until you blew your candles and everyone cheered. You hugged the guys and then Jiyong, pecking his lips and the crowd cheer louder. He sat you down on the chair and kissed your hand before he let it go.

“Jagiya you know I love you, I know that you love me. I know that it’s very hard for you to be in this, but you are by my side all the time, so here is my gift to you”

He smiled and then you heard music playing. It was a melody you have heard around the house the last month, you never questioned him about it, but now you realised he was working on a gift for you.

“How soon can you change the way I felt? I’m dealing with emotions that i’ve never felt We’re playing with fire, can we survive in this game? Maybe i’m a sinner cause your my sin, I can’t keep pretending what I ain’t I promise i’ll never let you go through all this pain

Break up, make up, total waste of time, I want to stop running for a while, I don’t want to be this reckless child, Cause you’re the best mistake i’ve ever made, Baby please hold on, hold on, I’ve got no power over you, I need you here, Baby please hold on, hold on,

I don’t waste our time in this, tick tocking, lip locking, I want to keep it fresh, I tried to zip lock it, Don’t wear your heart on your sleeve cause they are pick pockets, I guess to drive for distance, you might need to just stop it, I know this can be a bitch, for sure, I will count to ten, you lost your temper, we went back to four, I know you feel like i’m the man that you need My only dream is to start our own family tree Don’t ask why I love your mom so much, cause she is the older you I want you to be happy, that’s why I love providing I know you thing that we’re the oddest but you are my goddess I never lied to you, I want us to be honest You’re not number two, you are my number one Cause you are the the best mistake I ever had

Baby I am saving my love for you, for you”

By the time the song ended you were crying tears of Joy. When he was done you shot up and hugged him tightly, letting the tears run down your cheeks and some on his shirt. He kissed the top of your head and wipped away your tears.

“Give a round of applause to my lovely girlfriend”

The crowd clapped and you smiled at him. You couldn’t believe he did all this just for you. He let you go backstage again to wipe your tears, fix your make-up and he continued with the concert. When he got backstage you waited for them to come to the dressing, the second he entered the room you jumped on him, thank god he catched you. The other guys clapped and cheered for you, you kissed him but didn’t get down

“You can get down now”

“no”

You replied hiding your face in his neck. He laughed and sat down on the couch with you still on him

“You liked the suprise”

“of course. It was beautiful”

“Now can we eat the cake?”

Youngbae said, ruining the moment for you. You all laughed and you all got off from your boyfriends lap. The guys left the room to get the cake and you stayed with Jiyong

“What you did was beautiful”

“You deserve it”

You smiled and kissed him. It was a sweet, loving slow kiss. From sweet it turned passionate and you ended up back on his lap

“Babe. Let’s go to the hotel for that. I also want to eat the cake”

“Whatever queen wants, queen gets”

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BAD FOR THE BABY

PAIRING —

jax teller x black oc

SUMMARY —

You aren’t the quiet type. Literally everyone in the club knows this, so of course, your husband can immediately tell that you’re not yourself.

It wouldn’t be the first time Jax has pissed you off — only this time, your cold shoulder streak seems to last longer than usual.

WARNINGS —

angst, a lil bit of fluff, smut if you blink

A/N —

y'all, what is up with me and imagines where the reader is pregnant —

OF course, Jax can’t make it to your gynecologist appointment. Apparently, club business came up — not that he told you. You’d called Gemma only for her to curse under her breath for her son being a stupid asshole.

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Mystery Woman

Post Batman 2022

Bruce Wayne x black!amazonian!reader

Summary- maybe it was her beauty, or how the dress fit her perfectly, or how she spoke, or maybe it was the sword in the back of her dress, or maybe it was all it that made Bruce want her

dress shoes (<— something similar)

Warnings- sexual thoughts, Bruce is a shy boy

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The event was huge, it was supposed to be an event where powerful people came together to figure out how to make Gotham a better place after the flood. But it was mostly just rich assholes just there to make more money and cause drama with each other.

Bruce hated it, Alfred made him go ever since he stopped staying in the shadows. Bruce just stood by a table sipping some champagne, dismissing anybody trying to start a business deal. He was just about to walk out when he noticed everyone getting quiet and looked towards the entrance. He slowly made his way through the people until he saw what they were looking at, but it was more like who.

“I’ve never seen her.” 

“She’s like a goddess.” 

“What's her name?” 

Bruce saw the most beautiful woman he’s seen. The white dress made her dark skin shine along with the gold strings that were braided into her braids. Her forearms had gold bracelets that he’s never seen before but they matched so well. Bruce let his eyes trail down to her legs that appeared through the slit of the dress with every step. The golden shoes making an appearance as well. Her thighs looked so strong, he saw every muscle in them. 

Almost made him wonder what it would feel like to be in between them, have them squeeze his head as he ate-.

Bruce shook his head immediately trying to shake the thoughts out but he was so glad he has his lenses on. He brought his attention back to her and notices a gold handle settled on the back of the dress followed by what it looks like a silver blade. 

She made it past everyone and stood by the drink table. The people began their conversations again but Bruce continued looking at her, he noticed multiple men start to make their way over to her snd they eventually formed a small crowd. The woman put on a smile, but Bruce knew it was a fake smile. 

When she looked in his direction, Bruce immediately looked away but looked back. She had a curious look on her face then a smile, a real one. She said something to the men surrounding her and left, but without giving Bruce a longing look.

He set down his glass of champagne and went in the direction she had gone. He saw the back of the dress flow through the crowd and when he caught up, he stopped. She had just placed a hand on the man's chest startling him. The man then looks down at her then relaxes. They speak and laugh, and all Bruce does is stand back, watching and asking himself questions.

Why did she want him to follow? Did she even want him to follow? Did he get the wrong idea?

Bruce was about to turn around when he saw her hand dig in the man’s pocket. His eyes turned to the man to see any reaction but it seems she was keeping him occupied. Bruce saw a USB drive in her hand and then slid it under a bracelet. 

She’s a thief!

She then says goodbye to the man and leaves. Bruce hides behind the wall but she catches him and winks.

He followed her again to the main room and saw people slow dancing. What he was about to do was way out of his comfort zone. He jogged up to her and grabbed her arm and tugged her back to his chest, so he could wrap his forearm around her waist. He then leaned down to her ear and began swaying to the music.

“Stealing isn’t nice.” He whispers and she smiles and turns around. She grabbed his arm and held it with her hand, then rested a hand on his shoulder, while he placed another on her waist. 

“It's not stealing if it wasn’t his in the first place.” She says and looks him in the eyes. 

“I’ve never seen you.” He says and slowly starts moving them across the dance floor along with everyone else.

“I like to keep myself hidden, as do you, Bruce Wayne. Or should I say?” She reached her mouth up to his ear. “Vengeance.” Bruce looked at her and shock but felt a swirl of anger flow through him.

“Who are you? How did you know that?” He tightens his grip on her hand.

“The people of this city may not be that bright to be able to connect the dots but I am, also I am very sneaky when it comes to following people.” She says and drops her hand from his shoulder down to his chest. Bruce felt his heart hammer hard and she knew, it made her smirk that she already had an effect on him. 

“What's your name?” He asks as they separate.

“Y/n Prince.” She says and slowly starts walking away. “May we meet again Bruce Wayne.” And just like that, she was walking away. Bruce’s eyes followed her figure out of the building and when the doors closed he stopped. He looked at the people at the tables looking at him and whispering. Some had their phones pointed at him and he rolled his eyes. 

What just happened was definitely going to end up on the news.

When Bruce made it back to the cave he immediately placed his lenses in the liquid and all the events of the night appeared. He moved the bar to the point where she first appeared. He let it play through all up until they were dancing. He paused it on her face.

She was like a true goddess. 

“She's beautiful.” He heard Alfred speak behind him. “I see you met her at the party.” 

“Her name is Y/n Prince and there’s something about her thats itching me.” Says Bruce and starts typing her name into his computer.

“You seem smitten Master Wayne.” But Bruce rolls his eyes.

“She knows about Vengeance.” He says and Alfred leans against his cane. 

“Oh well, that's not good.” 

“She didn’t seem like a threat.” Bruce pulls up her information and sees she works at the Gotham Museum as a curator. She has a sister, but the name is blocked off. She lived in a penthouse apartment in the middle of the city. Bruce tried to dig deeper into her but there was no news or anything on her. He looked back that the video and went to back to beginning. He looked at her back and at the blade behind her, he zoomed in and cleared the video. Seeing that there were symbols on it.

“Never seen that before.” He said to himself and enlarged the symbols to look at them closer. The screen next to him started beeping, pulling him from trying to figure out the symbols. The computer was just trying him that there was new news on either him or The Batman. He opened the news and sighed at the title.

Prince of Gotham loses his Cinderella!

Bruce Wayne was seen dancing with a gorgeous woman tonight at the charity event. They are seen in this video dancing and holding a small conversation until she pulls away snd disappears leaving the Prince on the dance floor. No one has yet been able to ID her yet but we will and get Gotham's Cinderella back to our Prince of Gotham. 

Bruce turns the screen off and sighs.

“I’ve already found her.”

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A/n- ok ok how did you guys like this… im turning this into a mini series

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Mama's boy(s)/girl - Batfam x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : The title says it all, just a few things about the kids and how they’re definitely your babies. 

Just a drabble I suddenly wanted to write. Hope you’ll like this short thing :) :

Please, do not repost my stories anywhere else, under any other form, do not translate and then repost them either. Thank you.

My masterlists : @ella-ravenwood-archives​

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“Who’s the biggest “mama’s boy/girl” ?”, was once a question asked to your children during an interview for a local paper.  

Your kids all instantly yelled at the same time : “DAMIAN !!” (including Damian himself, as he said times and times again that being a Mama’s boy was hardly something he’s ashamed of, indeed he’ll happily yell “ME !” to that question. He even takes it as a great win, to be honest), but it wasn’t quite the truth. 

No. No it wasn’t. Because that interviewer only asked them, right ? And that was a mistake. Of course, they’d say Damian. They knew it made their little brother happy, and they knew it was the most obvious answer to anyone who didn’t know their family very well. 

But it wasn’t quite the truth. 

Because if you asked their father, or Alfred, they’d tell you : “It’s literally impossible to rank the one that is the most mama’s boy/girl”. Because they all are. They might not always show it publicly, but man anyone who knows them is just used to them demanding cuddles or asking her things. 

“Moooom ?” was a word often heard yelled across the manor. And if Bruce was nearby, and they wanted to ask something he could totally do for them, they’d still say : “Do you know where mom is ?” 

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riding vamp!bruce would be so fun, for both of you if i'm honest. bruce likes it when you ride him because not only does he get to enjoy a show, but he likes being able to hold your hips when you get too tired, teasing you about your stamina.

realistically, he's got a flair for the dramatic so you're riding him on a throne, a gown bunched up to your waist and he's got the most confident grin on his lips. "c'mon.. go faster baby, really take what you want." he might threaten other women taking your place, other vampires being able to match his pace better, just as an incentive to do as he says. "you're still replaceable doll, prove yourself." he'll laugh every time your pace falters, moving your hips and shaking his head in disapproval that he had to help you yet again, but when he sinks his teeth into the skin of your neck as he finishes, it's very obvious that he doesn't mind.

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I feel that people in recent times have ruined an entire generation. There are literally sick people who are writing as if they were sick with the topic of incest and all its derivatives, as if it were a damn new game that came out on the market.

If I'm honest, I'm afraid that these people have a little brother or sister because of the content they consume. Because if these people have siblings, imagine if they rape their younger sister or brother or abuse them. Let me ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me: if that is their fetish, do you think they wouldn't do it if they didn't have the opportunity? Do you really think that readers and writers only read and write for pleasure or because they know they can't take advantage of someone because they know there are consequences for their actions, and they decide to bring out all those types of fantasies in "fictional characters"?

As the younger sister of two brothers, it doesn't fit into my head to read something like that, because I know what it's like to have siblings, take care of them, and love them. I can't put myself in those people's shoes because I don't understand them; I don't understand their sick fetishes or how they enjoy them.

I just wanted to get everything off my chest because I couldn't take it anymore with everything that's going around on Tumblr. It feels like you're on a page full of pedophiles and incestuous people. Seriously, it's disgusting. And even though you haven't read any of that content, it's disgusting, and no, you can't forget it because you know it's going around on the internet- and you saw it, you know it's there, and you can't do anything about it or even forget it.

You may think I'm exaggerating but in the part of the world where I live there are homicides and abuses against women. You literally see every day on the damn news how a woman or girl was abused or disappeared... Do you know what I saw the other day? a case in which a three-year-old girl was abused by her older brother and cousin.

and then you start thinking about the sick people who genuinely enjoy that damn content. maybe if those people lived the same fear that I and the other women in my country suffer when we go out on the street or meet strangers, they would come to their senses.

That's all; maybe I'll delete it later.

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**Part 3: "Sunflower Supper"**

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**Setting: Nara Residence, the cozy dining room**

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The Nara family gathered around the low wooden table, its surface polished by years of shared meals. Hikari had outdone herself—steaming bowls of ramen, grilled fish, and pickled vegetables adorned the table. The room smelled of soy sauce and nostalgia.

Shikaku, ever the strategist, sat at the head of the table. His shadow stretched across the tatami mats, merging with the evening darkness. Hikari flitted about, arranging plates and humming a tune. Shikamaru, elbows on the table, stared at his bowl as if deciphering its secrets.

"Sunflower ramen," Hikari announced, placing a bowl in front of Shikaku. "Made with love."

Shikaku raised an eyebrow. "Love, huh?"

Hikari winked. "And a pinch of chili flakes."

As they slurped noodles, Shikamaru finally spoke. "Mom, why sunflowers?"

Hikari sat next to him, her eyes twinkling. "Because they face the sun, my clever boy. They find light even on cloudy days."

Shikaku leaned back, sipping his tea. "And shadows?"

"Shadows," Hikari said, "are where secrets hide. They're like your father's jutsu—unseen but powerful."

Shikamaru glanced at Shikaku. "Dad, do you have secrets?"

Shikaku smirked. "Only battle plans."

Hikari nudged him. "And a soft spot for sunflowers."

They laughed, the sound filling the room. Shikamaru's chopsticks danced between bites. "I guess we're a mix of sunflowers and shadows."

Hikari clinked her tea cup against Shikaku's. "Balance, my love."

And so, in the warm glow of their home, the Nara family savored their sunflower supper. Shadows danced on the walls, and laughter echoed—a symphony of love and strategy.

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*End of Part 3*

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**Part 2: "Festival of Shadows and Sunflowers"**

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**Setting: Konoha Village, during the annual Firefly Festival**

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The Firefly Festival arrived, and the Nara family joined the bustling crowd. Lanterns adorned the streets, casting a warm glow on the faces of villagers. Hikari wore a yukata, its fabric painted with sunflowers, while Shikaku stuck to his usual attire—dark and practical.

Shikamaru, caught between his parents' contrasting energies, sighed. "Why do we have to come to this noisy festival?"

Hikari twirled, her laughter contagious. "Because, my dear son, festivals are where memories bloom! And fireflies—they're like little suns in the night sky."

Shikaku raised an eyebrow. "Fireflies? You're comparing them to sunflowers now?"

Hikari winked. "Why not? They both light up our lives."

As dusk settled, the Nara family strolled along the riverbank. Fireflies danced around them, their soft glow weaving through the shadows. Hikari caught one in her cupped hands, its light illuminating her face.

"Look, Shikamaru!" she exclaimed. "A firefly! It's like a tiny star."

Shikamaru squinted. "It's just a bug."

But Hikari's enthusiasm was infectious. She released the firefly, and it soared into the night. "Imagine," she said, "if we could bottle their light. Carry it with us always."

Shikaku leaned against a tree, watching his wife. "You're full of whimsical ideas."

Hikari leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "And you love me for it."

The festival continued—a whirlwind of food stalls, music, and laughter. Shikamaru even cracked a smile when he won a goldfish at a game booth. Hikari insisted they name it "Sunflower."

As the moon rose, they sat by the river, their lanterns floating downstream. Shikaku's shadow stretched across the grass, merging with the darkness. Hikari leaned against him, her sunflower-yellow yukata a beacon of joy.

"Shikaku," she whispered, "do you think fireflies have secrets?"

He chuckled. "Only you would ask that."

"But really," she said, "they light up the night, just like you light up my life."

Shikaku gazed at her, his heart stirring. "And you're my sunflower, Hikari."

They watched the fireflies, their glow weaving patterns in the air. Shikamaru, half-asleep, mumbled, "Sunflowers and shadows, huh?"

Hikari kissed Shikaku's cheek. "Exactly, my clever boy."

And so, in the Festival of Shadows and Sunflowers, the Nara family found magic. Fireflies whispered secrets, lanterns swayed, and love bloomed—a delicate dance between light and darkness.

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*End of Part 2*

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**Title: "Sunflowers and Shadows"**

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**Setting: Konoha Village, a sunny afternoon**

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**Characters:**

1. **Shikaku Nara:** A seasoned shinobi with a penchant for shadows and strategy. He's known for his laid-back demeanor and love for cloud-watching.

2. **Black Wife OC (Name: Hikari Nara):** Shikaku's wife and Shikamaru's mother. She's a vibrant woman, always wearing colorful dresses and humming cheerful tunes. Her laughter is contagious, and she brightens up any room she enters.

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**Scene: The Nara Residence**

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Hikari Nara, with her wild curls and sunflower-yellow dress, flitted around the cozy living room. Sunlight streamed through the open windows, casting warm rectangles on the tatami mats. Shikaku sat on the low wooden table, engrossed in a jōnin report. His shadow stretched lazily across the floor, mirroring his calm expression.

"Shikaku," Hikari sang, twirling near the window. "Why don't we plant sunflowers in the garden? They're like little suns, you know? Always reaching for the sky."

Shikaku glanced up, amused. "Sunflowers, huh? They'll tower over everything else."

"That's the point!" Hikari plopped down next to him, her laughter tinkling like wind chimes. "Imagine our garden—a sea of golden faces following the sun. And at night, they'll bow their heads, whispering secrets to the moon."

Shikaku leaned back, studying her. "You're an odd one, Hikari."

She nudged him playfully. "And you're too serious, my shadow-loving husband. Let's balance each other out."

He sighed, pretending annoyance. "Fine. Sunflowers it is."

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And so, in the Nara garden, sunflowers sprouted alongside the shadows. Shikaku watched them grow, their faces tracking the sun's journey. Hikari danced among them, her laughter echoing through the leaves. She'd sit cross-legged, sketching clouds in her notebook, while Shikaku practiced his jutsu nearby.

One day, as twilight painted the sky, Hikari leaned against him. "You know, Shikaku, shadows need light to exist. Just like us."

He raised an eyebrow. "Philosophical, aren't we?"

"But it's true!" She pointed at the sunflowers. "They thrive because of the sun. And you—you thrive because of me."

Shikaku chuckled. "I suppose I do."

Their son, Shikamaru, wandered over, yawning. "What's all this about?"

Hikari ruffled his hair. "Balance, my little genius. Sunflowers and shadows."

And so, in the Nara household, laughter bloomed alongside strategy. Shikaku learned to appreciate the sun's warmth, and Hikari discovered the beauty of shadows. Together, they painted their lives with vibrant hues, creating a masterpiece that even the Hokage admired.

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*End of Scenario*

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Certainly! Let's imagine a delightful scenario featuring Chris Hemsworth and his African American wife on "The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon":

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**Title: "Laughter and Love on Late Night"**

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The studio lights buzzed overhead as Chris Hemsworth, the Australian heartthrob known for wielding Mjölnir as Thor, settled into the guest chair next to Jimmy Fallon. The audience erupted in applause, and Chris flashed his signature grin—a mix of charm and ruggedness.

"Chris, great to have you here!" Jimmy said, leaning forward. "And rumor has it, you've brought a special guest tonight."

Chris's eyes sparkled. "Absolutely, Jimmy. Allow me to introduce my wife, Maya."

Maya stepped into the spotlight—a vision in elegance. Her skin glowed like polished mahogany, and her smile held galaxies. She wore a midnight-blue dress that clung to curves sculpted by determination and grace. The audience hushed, captivated by her presence.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow. "Maya, welcome! How did you two meet?"

Chris leaned closer to the mic. "Funny story, Jimmy. We collided at a coffee shop in Sydney. I was fumbling with my order, and she laughed. That laugh—it hooked me."

Maya blushed. "He spilled his latte all over my notebook. But it was fate."

Jimmy grinned. "And now you're married! Chris, what's the secret to keeping the romance alive?"

Chris winked. "Well, Jimmy, it's all about spontaneity. Like that time we danced in the rain during a thunderstorm."

Maya chimed in. "Or when he surprised me with a picnic under the Eiffel Tower."

The audience swooned. Jimmy leaned back. "Chris, you've played superheroes, but what's your real-life superpower?"

Chris glanced at Maya. "Making her laugh. It's like charging up my own arc reactor."

Jimmy pulled out a deck of cards. "Let's play a game, Chris. Water War!"

Chris's eyes widened. "Wait, what's that?"

Jimmy explained the rules—the loser of each hand faced wet consequences. Chris grinned. "Bring it on!"

As the game unfolded, laughter echoed through the studio. Chris and Maya splashed each other, their love a shield against the water balloons. Jimmy pretended to referee, but really, he reveled in their joy.

In the final round, Chris lost. Water dripped from his hair, and Maya's dress clung to her curves. They leaned in for a kiss, and the audience erupted in applause.

Jimmy wiped his eyes. "Chris, Maya, you've brought magic to this show."

Maya whispered to Chris, "Our own kind of superhero team."

And so, Chris Hemsworth and his wife—two souls entwined—left the stage, leaving behind laughter, love, and a promise to dance in every thunderstorm life threw their way.

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*Note: This scenario is purely fictional and created for entertainment purposes.* ¹²

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**Part 2: "Torn Threads"**

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The days blurred into weeks, and Jax Teller found himself caught between two worlds—the asphalt highways that led to chaos and the fragile haven he'd built with Maya Johnson. The club's business weighed heavy on his shoulders, but Maya's laughter was a lifeline—a reminder that redemption wasn't just a word tattooed on his chest.

Maya, too, grappled with her own demons. As an African American woman in a predominantly white legal world, she'd fought tooth and nail to earn her place. Her determination was a force of nature, and Jax admired the fire in her eyes—the same fire that burned within him.

Late nights were their refuge. In the dim glow of Maya's apartment, they shared secrets—the kind that left scars on the heart. She traced the inked crow on Jax's back, and he kissed the crescent moon on her wrist. Their bodies tangled, seeking solace from a world that sought to tear them apart.

But shadows loomed. The rival gang, the Grim Reapers, tightened their grip on Charming. Jax's loyalty to SAMCRO clashed with his love for Maya. He'd promised her safety, yet danger followed him like a shadow. The club's president, Clay Morrow, watched with suspicion—the lines between brotherhood and betrayal blurred.

One stormy night, as rain drummed on the roof, Jax faced the truth. He sat across from Maya, their hands entwined. "I can't protect you," he whispered. "Not like this."

Maya's eyes held a storm of their own. "I don't need protection, Jax. I need you."

They kissed—a desperate collision of lips and promises. But fate had other plans. When bullets tore through the clubhouse, Jax rode out with vengeance burning in his veins. Maya stood by the window, watching him disappear into the night.

The club's war room smelled of gun oil and desperation. Jax faced the Reaper's leader, Blade, a man with eyes as cold as steel. "This ends tonight," Jax declared. "For Maya."

Blade sneered. "Love makes you weak, Teller."

But Jax knew better. Love made him stronger. He fought like a man possessed, bullets whizzing past, until Blade lay broken at his feet. Blood stained the floor, and Jax's heart bled too. He rode back to Maya, the taste of victory bitter on his tongue.

Maya waited on the porch, rain clinging to her curls. "You came back," she said.

Jax pulled her close, rain mixing with tears. "Always."

They stood there, at the crossroads of redemption, where love and loyalty collided. Jax's patched leather cut bore the Reaper's blood, and Maya's eyes held forgiveness. They kissed, knowing that life would never be simple—that chaos and love were inseparable.

As dawn painted the sky, Jax whispered, "We'll find our way, Maya. Together."

And so, they rode into the uncertain future—a rebel prince and an woman, their hearts stitched together with torn threads.

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**Title: "Crossroads of Redemption"**

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Jax Teller, the rugged outlaw biker, had always been drawn to the edge—the place where chaos and redemption collided. His leather-clad existence revolved around loyalty, brotherhood, and the roar of Harley engines. But one fateful night, as the moon hung low over Charming, California, destiny threw him an unexpected curveball.

Enter Maya Johnson, a woman with a past as complex as the intricate tattoos that adorned her caramel skin. She'd grown up on the rough side of Oakland, navigating a world of broken promises and shattered dreams. Her eyes held secrets—pain, resilience, and a fierce determination to rise above it all.

Their paths intersected at the local diner, where Jax nursed his coffee and Maya sipped sweet tea. Sparks flew—an electric charge that defied the boundaries of their separate worlds. Jax's inked knuckles traced the edge of his mug, and Maya's laughter danced like sunlight through the window.

They talked about scars—the visible ones from bar brawls and motorcycle crashes, and the hidden ones etched into their souls. Jax shared tales of SAMCRO's battles, the brotherhood that bound them, and the weight of leadership on his shoulders. Maya spoke of her fight to break free from her past, the nights she'd spent studying law books while working double shifts.

As the days turned into weeks, their connection deepened. Jax found solace in Maya's warmth, a refuge from the violence that haunted him. She, in turn, discovered a man who wasn't just leather and steel—a man who cradled her heart with gentle hands.

But danger loomed. Rival gangs tightened their grip on Charming, threatening to tear apart the fragile peace Jax had fought for. Maya's legal expertise became their secret weapon, and she stood by his side as they navigated treacherous alliances and blood-soaked turf wars.

Their love defied convention—a rebel prince and a brilliant attorney. They whispered promises in the dark, their bodies entwined, seeking solace from a world that sought to tear them apart. Maya's laughter became Jax's lifeline, and his kisses branded her skin with hope.

Yet fate had other plans. When bullets flew and betrayal struck, Jax faced an impossible choice: loyalty to the club or the woman who'd become his salvation. The road split, and he stood at the crossroads of redemption.

In the final showdown, as engines roared and blood stained the asphalt, Jax held Maya close. Her eyes mirrored the moon—a mix of fear and fierce determination. He kissed her, tasting both love and regret, knowing that their paths diverged.

And so, Jax Teller rode into the night, leaving behind the woman who'd taught him that redemption wasn't found in leather cuts or gunpowder—it was in the touch of her hand, the promise of a better tomorrow.

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*Note: This scenario is entirely fictional and not part of the official "Sons of Anarchy" storyline.*¹²

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part two featuring Jay Halstead from Chicago P.D. and you as the black reader.

As you settled into married life with Jay, you realized that your love for each other continued to deepen. You both understood one another, both as partners on the job and as husband and wife.

As you worked on cases with Jay, you continued to be amazed by his skill and tenacity. He was a natural leader, respected by his colleagues and feared by the criminals he pursued.

But more than that, he was your rock, your constant source of support. He understood the challenges you faced as a black woman in a predominantly white profession, and he always had your back.

One day, you received news that a close family member had been diagnosed with a serious illness. You were beside yourself with worry but knew that you had to be strong for your family.

Jay was there for you, holding your hand as you cried and talking you through your fears. He never once left your side, offering words of encouragement and positivity.

Over time, you watched as your family member made a full recovery, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for Jay's constant support. You knew that you couldn't have made it through without him.

As the years went by, you and Jay continued to build a home together. You had children, raising them with the same passion and love that you shared for each other.

And as you looked back on your life, you knew that you had been blessed to share it with someone as special as Jay Halstead. He was your partner, your best friend, and the love of your life.

Even in the face of adversity, you and Jay remained a pillar of strength for each other and those around you. Together, you had built a life of love, commitment and devotion. And as you looked into Jay's eyes, surrounded by your family, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be: in the arms of the man you loved.

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featuring Jay Halstead from Chicago P.D. and you as the black reader.

You're a detective working in the same unit as Jay Halstead in Chicago P.D. From the moment you met, you were impressed by Jay's quick thinking, his sense of humor, and his bravery in the face of danger.

As you worked together on cases, you got to know each other better. You enjoyed your time together, sharing laughs and bonding over your shared love of good coffee.

As time went on, you found yourself developing feelings for Jay. You admired his dedication to justice and his ability to stay calm in the most intense situations. You also found yourself drawn to his good looks and easy charm.

One day, as you and Jay were wrapping up a case, you invited him out for drinks to celebrate. You were nervous, but you knew that you had to take the chance and tell him how you felt.

Over the course of the night, you and Jay shared stories, laughed, and talked about your future goals. As the night wore on, you gathered the courage to tell Jay how you felt, and he listened as you confessed your feelings.

Jay was stunned, but he also realized that he had been feeling the same way. He took your hand and looked into your eyes, telling you that he couldn't imagine life without you.

From that moment on, the two of you became inseparable. You spent your days working on cases together, sharing coffee and donuts, and loving each other fiercely.

As the years went by, you and Jay faced challenges, both in your personal and professional lives. But you always faced them together, supporting each other through thick and thin.

And as you stood beside Jay on your wedding day, surrounded by your friends and family, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be. You looked into Jay's eyes, your hearts full of love, and you knew that you were embarking on a new adventure together.

Jay Halstead may have been your colleague, but he had also become your partner, your confidante, and your best friend. And you knew that with him by your side, there was nothing you couldn't overcome.

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featuring Jax Teller from Sons of Anarchy and an original character (OC) as his wife.

You are Jax Teller's wife and a member of SAMCRO, the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club, Redwood Original. You met Jax when you were young, and you fell for him hard and fast.

You stood by his side through thick and thin, and when things got tough, you were his rock. You supported him in his role as Vice President of the club, always giving him a word of encouragement whenever he needed it.

You had been married to Jax for a few years, and it wasn't always easy. SAMCRO had its fair share of enemies, and you were constantly on edge, always worrying about Jax's safety.

But despite the danger, you and Jax had carved out a life together. You had two beautiful children and had built a home that was both comfortable and safe.

However, as the years passed, SAMCRO's enemies began to close in. Threats came from all sides, and you and Jax decided that it was time to leave Charming for good.

You moved to a new town, hoping to start fresh, but the club quickly caught up with Jax. The threats were more prominent than ever before, and you knew that your family was in danger.

One night, as you all sat in your living room, you heard the unmistakable roar of motorcycles in the distance. Jax tensed up, and you knew that it was time to face the music.

You and Jax prepared yourselves for a fight, determined to protect your family no matter what. The club members arrived, but this time, they brought more than just violence.

They offered Jax a way out, a way to start anew without the violence and the danger that came with the club lifestyle. With a heavy heart, Jax agreed to the deal, knowing that it was the only way to keep you and your children safe.

As you watched your husband and his club brothers ride away, you felt a mix of emotions - sadness, relief, and hope. You knew that you were leaving the only life you had ever known for a new beginning, but you were also excited about the possibilities that lay ahead.

And as you thought about all the challenges that lay ahead, you were comforted by the fact that you had Jax by your side, and you knew that together, you could overcome anything.

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part two featuring Jax Teller from Sons of Anarchy and you as the reader

A few months after Jax left, you thought you were ready to move on. You went out on a date with someone new, but in the end, you could not escape the memory of Jax. You couldn't forget the times you spent together, the way he made you feel alive and the bond you shared.

One day, out of the blue, you received a message from Jax, telling you he was back in town. Your breath caught in your throat as you read the message, and your heart leaped with excitement and nervousness.

The days before seeing Jax were filled with anxiety and anticipation. You didn't know what to expect, but you knew you needed to see him. And when you finally did, it was like no time had passed at all.

Jax picked you up on his motorcycle and took you on a ride through the familiar streets of Charming. You could feel the wind in your hair, the thrill of adventure, and the warmth of Jax's body behind you. You knew then that you were meant to be together.

As the days went by, you and Jax rekindled your romance, laughing together, and sharing stories of your time apart. You remembered why you fell for him in the first place and realized that this time around, it felt different. It felt stronger, more real.

With Jax by your side, you knew that you could tackle whatever life threw your way. You both understood the risks that came with the SAMCRO lifestyle, but you also knew that your love was worth fighting for.

In the end, your decision was clear, and you and Jax decided to take a leap of faith. You didn't know what the future held, but you knew that you were willing to face it together.

And as you rode off into the sunset with Jax, you knew that this time around, you weren't just a fling, but something deeper and more meaningful. You were a part of each other's lives forever.