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[starman-john-tracy]

What was the scariest thing you ever witnessed or lived through?

John laces his fingers together a little more tightly than he intended; his knuckles white under the protective layer of International Rescue blue. The truth is ingrained somewhere in his complex feelings surrounding his Mother's death and smothered in white, powdered snow. He blinks and a rocket explodes on the inside of his eyeballs. John swallows hard.

"The Thunderbirds face many dangers on the daily," He says evasively instead: only that makes him think a little too much about that mountain Scott ran into last week and the way Alan had scared them all half to death when the airlock of the space station he'd been checking on had malfunctioned. Virgil buried under rubble in a mining accident. The white flash of Gordon's hydrofoil right before it flipped. "I- I'm never exactly a fan of my family being in danger."

Because very little scares John Tracy half as much as that. After all, he has no real phobias; he’s not afraid of darkness, heights, or the endless void of space. Even being all alone so often doesn’t bother John half as much as it probably should, and he accepted the statistical probability of his own death, up in orbit, a long, long time ago.

But anything happening to Scott, Virgil, Alan, Gordon, Kayo, Brains, Eos or even his Grandmother… The fact any of them could just be gone, like his parents... Now that's what truly terrifies John Tracy.

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

WAS IT BETTER?

SUMMARY: Jungkook has been acting weird lately in bed, but your not complaining about it or are you ?

PAIRINGS: Jungkook X Reader

WORD COUNT:1.1K

WARNINGS: A bit of angst, smut, fluff ig?

SMUT WARNINGS: Mentions of cock ring and clit stimulator, Fingering, rubbing, somnophila, boob slapping ...? cum eating,handjob, spiting .Also reader smokes

a/n: Thank you to the sweetest person who requested for this, I hope you like it <3 Thankyou @jungk97kwife for beta reading ❤️☺️ Tumblr works on reblog system please reblog !! Also a simple “it good or it’s great”can make my entire day 💞

It’s unusual for you, Jungkook has been acting a bit weird for the past few days, The sex you both were having was way different. He has started making you come for like five times in a day.

The new Jungkook is different you won’t complain about it, but you know something’s wrong heck he even bought a cock ring and a clit stimulator for you. Yeah, the sex you both used to have earlier was already awesome you tried out some of your kinks and all, but the toys were never in the moment.  

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” you cried holding his hands and clutching his shoulder while he thrusted his long fingers in your pussy. “ I’m Gonna mess the sheets kook stop don’t wanna mess them,” you said shuttering because of the fast pace “Do it baby do it” he growls. While soon chased your high-your panties and the bed sheets were messy covered in your wet slick.  

Jungkook had his cock out from his boxers and tucked them under his balls, this is new he shifted your panties to the side inserting his cock teasing them over your pussy he positioned his tip so that the red swollen tip could rub against the cloth and closing the gap from the side so it could be a tight grip.  

Moaning at the sensation you asked him to thrust faster “cum kook make a mess on my panties”You praised him “cum baby, you are doing great making me feel so good” he mumbled a few cures while you whispered “Yeah” he soon came.  

He collapses on top of you breathing heavily while you hug him “Sleep kook, you did a lot today baby” You tap his shoulder, and he backs away removing himself from your panties. You stand up to clean yourself and bring water for him when you notice he has already dozed off.  

You go to the balcony to take a drag from a cigarette heaving heavily wondering what’s wrong with him. Sighing you soon finish your cig and go back inside cuddling him from the back and kissing his cheeks.  

A couple of days pass by when he tries new kinks with you also talking about somnophilla a few days back giving him the full consent.  

Present:  

You had knocked out on the bed earlier waiting for Jungkook to come home. You slept on your stomach , pretty in your satin red nightwear your curvy ass and your bare pussy peeking out from the nightwear. Groaning at the sight Jungkook slightly sat on the bed palming himself through his trousers, his fingers slowly circling your clit moving them in figures of eight,he continued doing it for sometime feeling you getting wet , you wake up shifting on your spot but dozing off soon he continued doing it until he said in his hushed voice “can’t wait to fuck this pretty pussy”he said inserting his fingers in and humming you wake up moaning and feeling your pussy get wetter by passing second “mm kook faster” you grumbled pressing your face on the pillow.  

“Yeah, baby? are you gonna cum? Cum baby wanna taste this fucking pussy” his fingers moved vastly inside your pink pussy your clit swollen from all the rubbing.  

“Koo …... Koo gonna cum”you warned Cumming soon “Turn around yeah baby? Been waiting for this since I left work” Easing himself in your slow thrusts soon started becoming fast your boobs were now bopping in front of his face taking on in his mouth he sucked them like a baby, biting on them occasionally his tongue skilfully tracing your areola “mine fucking mine, beg for it, baby “ his voice deepened when you whined for more “be a good girl gonna give you everything, open your mouth want to spit”he says and grabbing it in his mouth and spitting in your mouth.  

“Mm amazing kook fucking amazing, make me cum baby” your breathily huff out clinging to his shoulder, your legs wrapped around his tiny waist “That’s its baby feels amazing right?” Slapping your wet messy boob he groans loudly when you clench around him “fuck kook I’m gonna cum”Chasing your orgasm he pulls out to make a mess on your face helping him with the hand job he soon cums on your Tits and face, his hot cum laying on your tits while you sucked everything left on his cock and your lips.  

He collapsed next to you while you turned to kiss his cheeks in your mind you thought “It’s time to ask him”You waited for his heavy breathing to die down soon “Kook, you, okay?” You ask soothing his chest “Yeah baby I’m completely fine, why?” He asks but is confused “Jungkook we never used to have sex life this crazy, are you alright? Our sex used to be full of love, yeah, I appreciate the way we are discovering new things, but I can sense something is wrong, isn’t it?” You ask waiting for him to answer. Sighing he asks you something “Y/n I know you were never satisfied when we used to have sex earlier, I only used to make you cum once or twice I heard my friends talk about making their girls Cumming thrice, I was trying to impress you, baby,” he says looking up at you.  

“Fuck Jungkook who ever said you our sex didn’t leave me satisfied? I would be fucking over the moon when we were done, and hell about what your friends say you're perfect as hell for me Jeon Jungkook”you comfort him “really y/n? You're not lying?” He asks, “of course not kook why would I lie to you about this?” You reassure him.  

“Sorry baby, I just thought you won’t be satisfied with our sex, but did you enjoy it?” He asks chuckling a bit. “Hell, yeah kook I enjoy however you wanted me though now my pussy asks for break”you laughed kissing his lips “you impressed me like a hell baby but I really got worried these days” you murmured “I’m sorry baby to get you worried like this, let’s sleep shall we baby?” Jungkook asks pecking your forehead.  

Sleep soon overcomes you both, puffing out a breath you both knock out.  

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[tojigasm]

Ok hear me out -

I've been watching a lot of the period simulator on your boyfriend challenge on tiktok and it had me thinking.

Could the tough Toji handle a level 5 period cramp? In fact why not crank it up to level 10 which is a labor pain. I low-key high-key need a whole one-shot of this idea.

This so funny oh my god 💀💀 I changed this up to be a childbirth simulator, I hope that's okay! <3 but anyways,,, we all know toji would lose his absolute mind but be so confident in the beginning. thankyou for this suggestion sweet anon I think this was the most fun i had writing a more comedic piece

"Oh I bet you couldn't last fifteen minutes!" You pointed a finger at toji's chest from where he sat on the leather couch; arms draped lazily over the pillows.

Toji let out a scoff, shaking his head to the side lightly as you crossed your arms in confidence.

Toji may be strong but he was also a man. Put a man through the pain of childbirth and he'll fold. A part of you did feel a little bad as you were forcing him to go through the a similar pain you'd gone through when delivering megumi when he'd already experienced the emotional pain of having to support you.

"Kid, I kill cursed energy for a living, I think I'll make it." He gestured languishly with his hands, crossing his leg to rest his foot over his knee as he leaned back deeper into the cushions.

"Okay" you clicked your tongue, smirking to yourself before walking up to him and placing a soft kiss on his lips, "no tap outs or I edge you next time we have sex." You winked.

Toji's jaw dropped at that, stammering over his words as you left the living room, "i-im not gonna tap out!" His cheeks filled with heat, crossing his arms in a pout.

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Toji kept the farce of confidence up all the way until the lady arrived at your home; an obvious brief case filled with toji's torment in her right hand as she shook the other with your own and toji's.

"So are you two young parents?" The kind lady asked through a smile, wiping her hands down with an alcohol wipe before pulling on a pair of gloves.

Toji laughed lightly at the word "young" yeah, he had knocked you up while you were young, but toji? Toji was old enough to be your father at this point.

"Yeah, somethin' like that" he ran a hand through his dark locks, "she's tryin' to put me through the pain she felt" toji let out a laugh at that.

You were sitting by toji, covering your mouth as you laughed at toji's defeated expression. "Baby, we don't have to do this, you know"

Toji began to pull the hem of his shirt over his abdomen, resting it on his chest as the lady came over and began to wipe his stomach over with an alcohol wipe, the sensation making toji shiver.

"No, I wanna do it." Toji spoke as he watched the lady wipe his abdomen over, "I mean, I think its only fair, you did birth our son."

Your cheeks heated up at his words, a feeling of domestication purring through your stomach.

Patting your thigh gently toji gave you a smirk, his dorky grin filled to the brim with confidence, "it'll be fineee, im a big boy." He shook his head a bit, his fluffed raven locks bouncing.

You gave him a gentle smile; still uncertain about this. Toji had a tendency to take things too far - not in the sense that he felt as though he needed to prove himself but just in the definite fact that he was ridiculously set on doing something once he agreed to it.

The kind lady picked up a remote and stood in front of the two of you, twisting the dials - a clicking sound echoing throughout the room. "Okay, you're going to feel a little pinch of pain."

You took toji's hand in your own, knowing if this was as legit as it was made out to be- that toji would need the support, mentally and physically.

Toji gave a curt nod, looking straight head before his expression pulled into a tight grimace; brows furrowed and eyes clenched somewhat.

"You okay, baby?" You ran your thumb over his knuckle, bringing your other hand up to cover your mouth as a few giggles escaped.

"Huh?- oh, yeah, im- oh!" He gripped your hand tighter as you heard the lady click another dial. You could only assume that meant the pain had increased.

This went on for a couple minutes; toji holding your hand in his, grip strengthening, spitting out soft curses through his clenched whites.

For the amount of clicked dials you had heard in the past twenty minutes - toji was handling the situation extremely well. His practice in being an assassin had payed off - even if it was in simulated child birth.

Toji kept his breathing under control, chest rising and falling slowly - only hitching when the clicking of the dial increased.

"Kid, im- oh shit!" Toji hissed, readjusting himself, thighs spreading wider to help put some of the strain off his abdomen.

"Is this the shit you went through with Megumi? oh jesus!" Cursing, toji hunched over his middle.

Giving a light laugh you nodded as you helped push him back against the couch pillows.

"More or less." You ran a hand up and down his arm comforting, "baby..." you looked him and up and down.

Toji had began to pant as the simulated pain sent shivers throughout his body, his grip on your hand was beginning to hurt you.

"Okay, okay I yeild!" He gripped the stickers attached to his pelvis, ripping them off with an exhale.

Leaning back against the couch you brought your hands up to cover your face as you laughed.

"Its not funny!" Toji huffed, rough façade threatening to break as he watched you begin to cry at his reaction.

Slowly he smiled at your laughs, pushing your shoulder gently as you continued to laugh.

[empress-simps]

Strangers (eight)

▪︎Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuroo x Reader, Bokuto Koutaro x Reader, Bokuto Koutaro x Akaashi and Kageyama Tobio x Hinata Shoyo

▪︎Pronouns: She/Her [Fem! Reader]

▪︎Alternate Universe: Soulmate Au!

▪︎Genre: Angst

▪︎Warnings: Fighting and language

▪︎Synopsis: Finding out your soulmate rejected the bond to be with someone else feels terrible

Note: Things are about to get ✨angsty✨ now, sorry of Bokuto is a lil ooc! Also it's already 3 am here-

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Akaashi barely had any sleep left in his body to function normally.

The few days Bokuto had stayed in Miyagi felt excruciating. He doesn't know what to do and his mind is in a jumble. Akaashi also couldn't help but replay the scene he saw when he followed Bo over and over in his head, making his insecurity and guilt eat him inside.

"You plan to leave me for her?"

Akaashi's question pierced through the heavy tension in his and Bokuto's shared apartment.

Everything is a mess.

There isn't a day that has gone by where they wouldn't have a small disagreement or a tense atmosohere when they weren't alone. They try to hide their crumbling relationship to the team but it seems like they already knew.

Akaashi noticed that Bokuto doesn't look at him like the way he used to; before he met you. The fated soulmate.

He also couldn't look at his golden eyed lover without remembering what he did; it simply made his heart hurt.

The same person who made his heart leap up in joy, causes shivers down his spine and butterflies in his stomach now makes his heart sting and drop to his stomach.

Bokuto felt himself stop im his tracks as he dared not to look at Akaashi, fearing to see the intense gaze that is looking right at him.

"What are you saying Kei?"

Akaashi turned towards him, anger and sadness swimming inside his gunmetal eyes as hot tears threatened to spill from them.

"Don't you even try to deny it! You think I didn't know you went to Miyagi? How you said youre going to 'make things right'?! What was that supposed to mean!?"

He finally blew his fuse, all his pent up anger amd insecurity surfacing, Bokuto widened his eyes in confusion "What.. how.. Did you follow me..?" He asked, as he tries grab Akaashi's wrist.

"Don't you dare touch me!"

Akaashi yelled, startling the golden eyed captain. Bokuto suddenly felt a stinging sensation in his right cheek. He looked at Akaashi with shock as he slowly cupped the throbbing cheek with his hand.

"You told me... You told me you wouldn't leave me for whoever your soulmate is!" Hot tears continously poured from Keiji's eyes, he was in hysterics.

"I wouldn't-"

"Yes you fucking would!" Akaashi cries, pointing a finger to him. Bokuto frowned, "Akaashi, hear me out-"

"I don't want to hear your childish excuses!"

Bokuto scoffed, "Now I'm being childish? Have you seen yourself in the mirror?" His last bit of patience was gone when Akaashi decided to slap him.

Akaashi stared at him in disbelief "Are you hearing yourself right now Bo? Who on their right mind would cheat on their partner-"

"I didn't cheat on you!"

Bokuto panted, veins popping up on his neck as he stared at his lover. This isn't what he wanted. He wants their relationship to end on a good note, at the least.

"Oh? Is that so? You went to see your soulmate and without me knowing!"

"I don't feel anything to her!"

"Are you sure?" Akaashi challenged.

That made Bokuto stop and think for a second, which made it clear. "Akaashi... you know I love you."

Akashi nodded, finalky calming down. "I see.. Thankyou, Bokuto san."

Bokuto felt a sigh of relief when he saw Akaashi calming down, but in a split second it was replaced by anxiety when he sees Akaashi heading out the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Leaving. I'll take my things tommorow."

The third year didn't even try to stop his lover, he knows that his attempts will be futile.

Bokuto knew it was over between them when he heard Akaashi slamming the door behind him.

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[uchiha-in-disguise]

Sakura's Forehead

As a child , Sakura was insecure of her huge forehead, she was bullied and teased because of that. Her forehead was something she wanted to hide . It had lowered her self esteem and self confidence.

I think her forehead symbolises her fear and insecurities she wants to hide , and Ino asking her to show off her forehead, possibly means that she is encouraging her to live with what's she's got , be confident of things she have and also appreciate it, so others do not dare make fun of her.

Her forehead , highlights important things in her life. How the meaning of her huge forehead has changed over time and so as she changed as person.The forehead she use to hide and loath became something she is proud of.

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🔖Her first friend & Self Confidence:

After meeting Ino , befriending her and taking her advice , Sakura became more confident of herself. She doesnt hide her forehead . She isn't shy girl anymore who can't speak for herself. I think this is the first step , which boosted her low self esteem and self confidence. Ino helping her with the insecurity regarding her forehead , made them friends.

🔖 Symbol of her hardwork and training.

Again her Forehead symbolises all the hardwork and training she did in past 3 years with Tsunade. Byakugou Seal she achieved is a symbol of extensive training she did , it also signifies the change in herself.

From a girl who was a dead weight to her team , the one who was useless and couldn't do anything for her team ,most of the time , has become the one who fights with them together. She isnt the weak Haruno Sakura , who use to watch back of her teammates always.

The seal on her forehead, reflects her will, to become strong , her will to protect the people she loves , her will to be walk hand in hand with her team and not to be carried by them.

🔖 Symbol Of Love

We all know the significance of Forehead Poke, in Sasuke's life. I think even Sakura , regard it as something important to her , something she cherishes as a sign of acceptance of her affection and reciprocating it by her life long crush , and now husband.

I doubt the first time ,Sasuke poked her forehead she knew the significance of it , but I am sure she understood the intentions behind it. It's the memory she held dear to herself , an act which gave her hope. Even after getting married and having a kid , it's something “better than kiss" for her. Even now , the forehead tap is something that is a sign for their connected feelings for her , and an act that reassures her when Sasuke is out for missions.

But then he

continued: I'll see you soon.

Thankyou...

And he poked my forehead.

"I'll see you soon." "Thank you." I repeated those words over and over again in my heart. Along with that I remembered sensation of that poke.

We started at "You're annoying," and we've made it all the way to "I'll see you soon." My heart feels a little warmer somehow when I think about it like that.

Excerpt from Sakura Hiden

The ultimate gesture of affection from her husband , the love of her life is again centred to her forehead .

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I love the way , important actions in her life somewhat revolves around her forehead. The forehead she use to loath , is what she loves and cherish now. Her forehead has become something that she would flaunt, and not hide. The forehead she was insecure of , has become the symbol of her devlopement and achievements.

Thank you!

PS: This is a copy of one of MY Quora Post.

[bushcloverprincess]

Let me explain Sai and Ino's love life to everyone who is still saying "I don't know how they ended up together": 💜

People really be jumping to Boruto series without knowing what has happened in the Naruto series after the war arc. So here is Sai and Ino's relationship throughout the entire Naruto canon timeline.

NARUTO SHIPPUDEN MANGA

First and foremost, Sai and Ino met in the very early episodes of Naruto Shippuden. Ino immediately had a crush on him because he was handsome, also noting that he looked like Sasuke. That is basically Ino, the flirty girl as we know. Having a crush and falling in love are two very different things.

Sai was introduced as a character with no emotions and feelings whatsoever. The reason why he thought Ino is "ugly" in their first interaction was because he didn't know what a real beauty is. He had no emotions/feelings, how do u expect him to understand beauty? Ironically, despite this, he called the opposite of what he thought at her, "Mrs. Beautiful" - building the foundation of SaiIno (Also Ino being the only person who didnt get insulted by Sai's nicknames.)

So, here Sai thought Ino was ugly and Ino had a crush on Sai solely because he was handsome. Two flaws, alright. Most of the fans know their relationship up to here. But that's not even close to the end of Sai and Ino's relationship before their marriage.

Moving on. As Sai and Ino are both side characters, they had almost no interactions on-screen afterwards in the manga, until the Fourth Shinobi War Arc. In the war, both Ino and Sai had each other in their Infinite Tsukyomi dreams. Ino dreamed of Sasuke and Sai fighting over her and Sai dreamed of Ino, along with his other close friends acknowledging his smile. (Sai's dream was in anime-only).

This proves that both have had interactions off-screen to the point that they were already very close friends before the war began. Morever, their Inifinte Tsukuyomi dreams reveal that by the war arc, Ino likes Sai as much as Sasuke (as she did not choose Sasuke over Sai in her ideal life/dream), and Sai likes Ino complimenting him.

During the long timeskip after the war Ino and Sai eventually starts dating. This was revealed in a spin-off manga chapter written in Akamaru's point of view by Kishimoto, where he spotted Sai and Ino together on a date and described them as "A couple totally on fire".

Around a decade later, in the very last chapter of the Naruto Shippuden manga (Chapter 700), they were shown married with a son together.

That's the end of Naruto manga contents for Sai and Ino's relationship, as expected not much because Naruto manga is NOT a romance manga.

BLANK PERIOD

Now, for those who wanted to know more about Sai and Ino's romance and the ship's further build up during the timeskip between the end of war and Boruto (Blank Period), there was a Novel series called Hiden. (Note: All Blank Period Hiden Novels are approved canon, illustrated and proof-read by Masashi Kishimoto, the author of the Manga himself). The Blank period is a part of the official canon timeline.

As mentioned above Novels are the stories of all the important events that took place during this blank period, including the romance between the characters. Get ready to hear one of the cutest love stories of Naruto series.

1- SHIKAMARU HIDEN NOVEL

Ino lost her crush on Sasuke long back and is pretty much not into any relationship. This was until in Shikamaru Hiden events, Ino read a letter which describes Sai's tragic life. Since then Ino wanted to know even more about him than she already does. Ino was sent on a mission with her fellow ninjas to help Shikamaru and save Sai, who has been caught in a very strong enslaving genjutsu by some enemies. Her top priority after reading the letter was nothing but to save Sai.

As they confronted the genjutsu-controlled Sai, for some reason Ino believed that she is the only person who could save Sai. Ino risked her life and used her Mind Transfer Jutsu on Sai, in other words, Ino's soul entered Sai's body. Ino dived deep into his mind but all she could see was darkness. She didn't give up and tried to find his soul by diving even deeper into his mind despite the fact that it could be a threat to her own soul too. Ino finally found Sai's soul crying deep inside, covered with his memories and darkness. Ino learnt about him (in the novel it says "She knew all about him so much that it hurt her"). Ino called out for him and showed his soul the path out of the darkness. Ino cleared his mind hence saving him from the genjutsu, also giving colors to his colorless soul. Ino's soul then hugged Sai's soul with a heartfelt smile ~ A hug between two souls.

This is the point where both of them fell deeply in love. The point Sai achieved his dream, the point where he got his emotions and feelings completely back. This is the first time he felt this much kindness from someone and learned what a true beauty is. When Sai is successfully saved by her, the two wake from Ino's jutsu and Sai finds himself resting on Ino's laps. Sai instinctively reaches for Ino's hands and he expresses his gratefulness to her, as her eyes begin to tear up, by affectionately calling her "Thankyou, Miss Beautiful". This time, he truly meaning this unlike the first time he called her beautiful. "Idiot" - replied Ino. And this time, Ino fell in love with Sai, not because he resembles Sasuke unlike the first time they met. This interaction was the complete opposite of the first time they met. This is how their love story began ladies and gentlemen. *Tears because how beautiful this is*

2- SAKURA HIDEN NOVEL

Later, while Ino and Sakura was on their way to Sand village to participate in an international Medical Ninja Conference, Ino reveals her love for Sai to Sakura after what happened. She was thinking of confessing her love to him properly but was unsure which flower to give him: Flower Dogwood or Lavender. Ino, the botanist explains that in Flower language, Dogwood means "Accept my feelings" while Lavender means "I'm waiting". Sakura tells that Ino was more of Flower Dogwood type, as she wants a direct answer from Sai. Whilst for Sakura herself, Lavender will be the best because she is willing to wait for Sasuke.

When they returned back to Konoha after the conference, Ino finds out Kakashi has sent Sai alone on a dangerous mission. Ino gets worried and questions his safety, and is angry that Kakashi let him go alone. After Sai returned and Sakura got kidnapped, Ino ran to Sai's place to inform him about Sakura's disappearance. When she arrives, she becomes flustered to see Sai only in his underwear, as he was taking a shower right before she came.

Following the crisis, Sai and Ino together goes on a mission alone to save Sakura upon Hokage's orders. They are the only couple besides Sakura and Sasuke who did a mission together alone in canon. Sai and Ino flew on a Choju Giga Bird, and Sai comforted Ino as she was afraid flying and had a difficulty maintaining the balance, causing her to feel a sweet warm sensation well up within her heart. They both together infiltrated a hideout. The Saiino duo's teamwork was amazing and flawless.

After Sakura is saved, they had to fight the enemies. Ino, who has been usually positioned near the back lines during close ranged combat situations was now instead supporting Sai with her taijutsu and healing Sai's injuries with her medical ninjutsu. Sai and Ino confronted a very powerful enemy, Magire who was drugged with Tailed Beast chakra, but their flawless teamwork and bond strength lead to their victory. Sakura, and Sai himself compliments Ino on how well she works together as a duo with Sai, getting Ino blush even more. Later Sakura prompted Ino and Sai to have a date dinner together, where Ino possibly confessed him with flower Dogwood and that is when they started dating.

3- KONOHA HIDEN NOVEL

As usual, Sakura and Ino keeps on fighting and competing, and now Ino takes a lot of pride with her blossoming relationship with Sai, claiming she has better love life than Sakura and that she will get married before her, much to Sakura's infuriation. After some days, Sai and Ino attended Naruto and Hinata's wedding ceremony as a dating couple holding hands, with everyone around them admiring their relationship. (Bonus: SaiIno is the only couple that was featured in The last opening of Naruto, Opening 20 (Karano Koroko).)

4- SASUKE SHINDEN: BOOK OF SUNRISE NOVEL

Later, after Ino was hospitalized due to the injuries she had after stopping an invasion, Sai was with her at the hospital all the time. Shikamaru and Chōji decide to visit Ino at the hospital and find that Sai is watching over her whilst she sleeps as he sketches a flower that Ino's mother brought her. Shikamaru and Chōji asks Sai to come with them for some investigation, but Sai remains, claiming that he will leave as soon as he has completed his drawing, however, Shikamaru notices several of Sai's already near-completed sketches in the trash as he exits. Sai intentionally made many half-complete drawings and discarded them before completion because he doesn't want to leave Ino. Shikamaru and Chōji realize that Sai did not want to leave Ino's side and begin discussing how much he has changed from the emotionless man he used to be after he met Ino.

Ino and Sai then got married, and had a wonderful wedding ceremony where Shikamaru and Choji were both so happy for Ino that they cried and wished their sensei, Asuma was there to see Ino. Sai and Ino's wedding ceremony is the only ceremony to have been mentioned after Hinata and Naruto's wedding. Well, that's the end of their relationship's details in the Blank Period Novels. Sweet, right?

NEW ERA: BORUTO ANIME, MANGA AND NOVELS

Sai, now married to Ino is the only male known to have taken his spouse's surname upon marriage, being now a part of the great Yamanaka Clan, finally having a family of his own. This family confronted gossips and prejudice from the villagers, and Ino's relationship with Sai was not well received by the Yamanaka Clan, all due to Sai's dark past in the currently disbanded Anbu Root. Despite all this, they managed to be as happy as ever. It is when he married to Ino and got to hold Inojin in his arms, Sai finally felt free and got control over his own life after years of being a puppet to Danzo.

As Boruto series is the story of the new generation, it's main focus from the Yamanaka Family is obviously Ino and Sai's son, Inojin Yamanaka. (Trivia: It is believed that Inojin's name is a mixture of Yamanaka Clan's customary name prefix "Ino" and the suffix "jin" is reference to Sai's late brother Shin). Sai has already told his son Inojin how his mother, Ino saved him with her shintenshin and how they fell in love, and Sai uses the same method (a hug or an affection) to calm Ino down when she gets upset or angry now. Boruto notes that Sai's only weakness is when it comes to Aunt Ino. According to Ino, Sai has never forgotten their anniversary throughout more than a decade they have been together. Although Ino remains as boisterous as ever, Sai is the sole person that gets Ino to fluster despite how angry or upset she is since beginning and even now.

According to Kakashi, Sai and Ino is the most beautiful couple he could imagine, and they both are so close that it seems they are glued to each other, noting that they are like a peculiar picture. Sai and Ino also often gets teased by their friends because how close and affectionate they are even in the public. Ino takes pride in Sai's ninja abilities and Sai takes pride and is proud of Ino's abilities. Ino is thankful that she moved on from Sasuke (Her childhood crush), because according to Boruto Manga, Ino now she feels bad for Sakura, whose husband, Sasuke visits her only very rarely, noting that she has been living such a perfect love-life that she cannot even imagine having a husband who is hardly at home. She is thankful for Sai, so is Sai for Ino. In one of the Boruto Novel it is stated about Ino:

"Because her husband was the one she knew was the best in the world" ~ 💜

SO,

I do not think this much of content, especially for a side-couple is less at all. It's more than enough, It's explained perfectly well. Only people who aren't having an idea on Naruto complete series will question or doubt SaiIno's relationship. So "Random couple", "Ino likes Sasuke because he looks like Sasuke", "Sai is a Sasuke rebound", "Ino lost to Sakura in love-life becuase she couldn't marry Sasuke" arguments are all total crap ~ 💕

AND FOR THOSE WHO SAYS SAI AND INO DOESN'T HAVE CHEMISTRY...

Sai was an emotionless and socially awkward boy who worked for the Root Section, meanwhile Ino was an emotional and lively sociable girl who works at a flower Shop, what else do you see other than the raging chemistry between this root and flower? The flower that baths in sunlight and the roots that grow in the dark! It has everything. They perfectly fits into the Yin (Sai) and Yang (Ino) philosophy Kishimoto seems to have considered when making the couples and friendships. As mentioned above Sai is the only man who can make Ino blush since beginning and even now! Ino had no problem with glomping on Sasuke and hugging him, but Sai calling her "Beautiful" makes her blush - See the difference? They both are perfect for each other. Ino gave colours to Sai's black & white life. Ino was a rainbow when Sai was colour blind. Not to mention they both wear crop-tops with exposed midriff. In addition Sai and Ino is the most affectionate couple who has shown most PDA (Public Display of Affection) content and closest moments together so far. I'd argue they have the most chemistry and couple symbolisms.

There, its done.

I hope its clear how they ended up together now 💕 So again, saying SaiIno is forced or random / Calling Sai a Sasuke Rebound / Saying Ino settled for Sai because she didn't get Sasuke as a plan B / Ino lost to Sakura in love life / Sai and Ino don't have chemistry- is making yourself a huge 🤡, actually an entire 🎪

Thankyou 💜

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

Hey Ashley, I've been following your blog for a short while and I love the positivity you spread <3

I wanted to ask this question for a while, and I don't mean it to be disrespectful in any way 'cause I'm not sure on how to frame this but-

i've been questioning for a bit and i wanted to know, like, what is the difference between being bi and pan? are there different connotations with one or the other? I find myself identifying as pan but it feels like cutting myself off from bi which, aren't they inherently the same??

If you do answer this thankyou <3 <3

hello, dear! thank you so much. <3 don't worry, this is a very common question, it's not disrespectful at all.

bi and pan are very similar with a great deal of overlap in their definition, but they're not precisely identical. since i'm neither i'm going to lift definitions from this post:

Bisexual - attraction to multiple genders where gender is a factor within the attraction, and can include a preference for one gender over another, or attraction that feels different when it’s directed at a specific gender.

Pansexual- attraction to people regardless of gender. Gender is not a factor, you’d expect a blanket sensation of attraction regardless of which gender it is attracted to, and no sense of intuitive gender preference (though perhaps a logical one).

it's completely up to you to decide which label you like best and which one feels the most right. neither one is "better" than the other, and choosing one doesn't mean you're cut off from the other. i've also seen people label themselves as "bi/pan" so you, in true bi/pan fashion, don't actually have to pick sides. ;)

here's my pansexuality tag and my bisexuality tag, and while they're not super extensive, checking them out and doing a little more reading might help you to make a more informed decision.

i think that learning a little more about queer history and chatting with other bi and pan people might help you to feel more secure in the label(s) you end up choosing, but you don't need to rush - and you also don't have to set it in stone! if you choose to call yourself pan and then in a few months realize that actually, you'd rather identify as bi? that's completely fine. lots of people go through more than one label in their queer journey. there's no pressure to get it 'right' the first time.

take care and good luck, hon! you'll sort things out. 🤟

[allie1804-fan]

Kerensa Part 2

This is a continuation of Kerensa Part 1 which you can find here

Kerensa (Part 1)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Kerensa (Part 2)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Warnings: Explicit content.

Chapter 9

It's Really Happening

Keanu tapped his foot absent-mindedly as they waited for their scan appointment time. Kerry placed a hand on his knee to calm him. The truth was, she was anxious too but it took her mind off it to try and soothe his frayed nerves. Fortunately, there wasn’t anyone else waiting as the appointments were well spaced out so they didn’t need to be worried about him being recognised and asked for a selfie!

Finally, the door opened and a couple came out, smiling and holding a string of images of their baby. Kerry and Keanu each crossed their fingers, praying that they would have good news too.

Keanu sat at the side of the examination table and held Kerry’s hand as the sonographer squidged on the cold jelly and prepared to show them their baby.

Keanu let out the breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding as a clear image of their baby came into view. Kerry looked over at him - tears were rolling down both their cheeks with the relief that he or she was still there and growing just as they should be. The sonographer took their time doing all the necessary measurements and checks and explaining what they could see on the screen as she did so.

“Look baby’s hiccoughing there, did you see?”

At the end, they were given photos and a recording of the whole thing would be emailed later.

They left the hospital both feeling high on the joy of the moment. Kerry texted her sister the good news and then Keanu took her to the nearest restaurant they could find - Kerry was ravenous!

Over lunch they talked about the return to the US and Keanu shared something with her that he’d been pondering whilst he was away. Instead of going back to LA, he suggested they fly into San Francisco and take another trip down through Big Sur, maybe to Monterey or Carmel by the Sea. Perhaps a setting a little away from the hubbub of LA and somewhere with towering cliffs would be somewhere more like home that they could be based while in California.

After lunch they headed back to their hotel so Kerry could have a nap – she couldn’t remember ever feeling so tired before. Keanu tucked her in and pulled the curtains then headed out on a secret mission to a department store he’d spotted on their walk back. When Kerry woke up, Keanu had stripped down to his boxers and climbed in next to her She saw a small parcel in silver paper and tied with a bow on his bedside table.

“What’s that?”

“Just picked up a couple of things for you” he grinned “while you were sleeping”

“aww let me see”

He handed her the parcel which she tore open, discovering 2 adorable baby-grows -one featuring jungle animals on a white background and the other simply emblazoned with “I love my mummy” on the front!

“They’re adorable, thankyou”

She set them aside and leaned in for a kiss which he returned. She blinked away a tear, seeing so much love reflected in his eyes. He wiped it away with his thumb.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing, absolutely nothing” she replied “happy tears, you make me so happy,” she said before kissing him again. The kiss started out chaste but soon became more passionate and he eased her over onto her back and started to gently stroke her neck, moving down to her shoulders and towards her breasts.

“This OK?” he asked, unsure if she would feel ready yet, but desperate, after over 2 months, to make love again.

She just nodded and pulled him down into another kiss, moaning as his hands stroked her nipples through her bra. He made light work of removing their clothes, finishing, with her panties which he threw aside before burying his eager face in her pussy.

Kerry’s breath came in short gasps at the sensation of his tongue exploring her folds and teasing her clit.

“God I’ve missed you” she cried.

He looked up and grinned

“Just for the cunnilingus?” he joked mirroring what she’d said to him about her hand-jobs a few days before.

He returned to his task and she stroked his head as he moaned into her, the vibrations of his voice adding another level to her pleasure

“holy fuck” was her next response as he flicked fast over the swollen nub. Sensing she was getting close, he paused and kneeled up for a moment. His chin was covered in her flowing juices.

“Ready to come for me baby?” he said with a teasing look as he licked two long fingers and prepared to push them inside her.

Then he started to lick her again, sliding one hand under her to raise her hips towards his face as his welcome fingers slid inside.

As he began to pump, she thrust her pussy against his hand, she couldn’t get enough of him. His fingers curled with each thrust, seeking her g-spot whilst his tongue was rotating around her increasingly hard and swollen clit. Judging the moment perfectly, he switched to sucking, his whole mouth over her pussy and that’s when she let go - a long, loud moan and a flood of juices accompanying the fluttering and clenching of her cunt around his fingers.

He laid his head on her stomach and kissed it.

“Now that was your mommy cumming baby, she’s loud, isn’t she? And while you’re in there is hopefully the only time you’ll hear that!

Kerry giggled, still a little breathless from the exertion of her orgasm.

Keanu crawled up, straddling her, and kissed her, letting her taste what she’d released all over his face. By now his hard cock was pressing close to her entrance and she let him know she was ready for him, opening her legs and raising her hips to allow his gentle entry. They both moaned as he found his way home. He moved slowly and didn’t push as far as he would normally to start with, but she soon encouraged him.

“It’s OK darling, more, all of you, please, don’t stop”

“Oh god I love you, so much, ah ah, God yes”

Her pussy was already starting to spasm around him and he couldn’t have stopped in a million years even if he wanted to. Her screams took him beyond himself and he came, his face crimson and eyes locked with hers as they shared their joy.

Just 10 days later, Kerry found herself on the terrace of a beautiful cabin-style home on the outskirts of Monterey. The view was breathtaking, stretching several miles along the coast. Keanu stood behind her, his arms wrapped around her, hands gently cradling her small baby bump. He whispered in her ear.

“So what do you think, can you see us here, the three of us?”

“mmmm” she sighed, turning to give him a kiss.

“I love it – and it’s great that we can rent it, gives us a chance to see if it works for you, you know for work”

“and if it does, we can look for somewhere to buy or even build something of our own”

“You’re so generous do you know that?”

“naaaah – you know what I say”

“Can’t take it with you” they said together giggling.

“Right so we should enjoy its bounty OK? You, me, and the baby.”

After a few more days exploring the area, they headed back to LA where there were announcements to be made.

“You’re what?!” his mother said sharply at the news, not really believing her ears.

“We’re expecting a baby ma, in December. Kerry is a little over 3 months along now.”

“Was this planned?”

Kerry looked down at her feet, feeling the piercing gaze of Patricia on her.

“Yes ma, very much and we’re both delighted about it, OK?”

“Well, OK then, congratulations, Kerry how are you feeling?”

“Much better now, the sickness is gone, and having the scan gave us, you know, some reassurance”

His mother seemed to relax then and asked to see the pictures, even getting a little teary as she looked at the images of her grandchild.

“Kim and Karina will be thrilled, they always wanted to be aunties.”

“and you a granny at last” he teased.

“mmm I’ll have to let that one sink in” she laughed.

She was less impressed at the news that they would be renting a place in Monterey and spending far less time in LA but Keanu promised he’d always visit when he was in town and reminded her how often he was out of town with work in any case.

“And you can visit us up there – the place we’ve found has 5 bedrooms so plenty of space for us, the baby, and visitors.”

The news was greeted with surprise, excitement and joy by the rest of their family and friends. Keanu guessed Autumn would find out via the grapevine, but he made no effort to include her.

They also had a meeting with Cheryl, his publicist, choosing to wait until they were asked rather than make a formal announcement. They’d never even confirmed officially that they were a couple, Keanu preferring not to share anything about his private life in a formal way and Kerry being perfectly happy with that arrangement.

For the next few weeks, they stayed in LA but made preparations for the move to Monterey in July deciding what they might want to ship there and what they needed to buy new. Kerry was glad of the distraction this provided.

Distraction was good because of the fear in the back of her mind that this pregnancy wouldn’t last either and on top of that, the film Keanu had shot in Cornwall would have its premiere at the end of June and he’d asked her to attend with him. She was already showing so by then the pregnancy would be unmistakable. The process of being dressed for the event was entirely alien to Kerry and took some getting used to. Karina was her buddy supporting her with it, for which she was eternally grateful. They chose an empire line dress in a light turquoise fabric which complimented her fair complexion. The skirt was full and would accommodate the growing bump and the seamstress would make the final adjustments to the bust the day before.

When the day arrived, Kerry couldn’t quite believe the hoopla around such an event. They couldn’t dress at home, oh no, a suite was booked in a Downtown 5-star hotel where they’d be primped and preened before a limo took them to Mann’s Chinese theatre.

As they made their way down in the elevator with Cheryl, Keanu held her hand, rubbing little circles over it with his thumb.

“Smile” Cheryl encouraged “I’ll be right there the whole time so if he gets pulled away to an interviewer or to the crowd, you’ll never be alone ok. They’ll love you, you’ve made him happy.

That broke the tension a little and Keanu squeezed her hand and grinned.

“Off we go - and don’t forget you get to see your favourite place on the big screen too.”

Happily, there weren’t hordes of press at the hotel so she had time to prepare a little for the pop of flashbulbs and the noisy crowd that they were about to face on the short journey to the theatre. Nothing can really prepare you, but Keanu and Cheryl both worked hard to make it bearable by always talking to her, making her see the funny side of it all.

Kerry felt proud to be by his side and support him in his work, but the aftermath of the public appearance was intense scrutiny. She turned off all her social media and didn’t dare to look at any press. She knew from friends that it was filled with stories that focussed in on Keanu’s previous unhappy experience with Ava and Jen, making comparisons and, she knew, speculating if it would happen again. They were also stalked by paparazzi everywhere they went and were relieved that they would soon be out of the Hollywood glare.

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[hoebii]

Yiss

Finally I will get to read more of your writing

Can I request : 2 , 1 , 14 ( u know the sequence )

Or if you want you can maybe put your own numbers I won't mind as long as everyone gets to read :)

Thankyou

- lots of love from Re 💕

I forgot what I wrote as soon as I finished so proceed with caution it’s trash sksksks (No I didn’t edit, mom don’t disown me ily) Hope you like it bb <3

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2 - hogwarts!au

1 - friends to lovers

14 - “okay, maybe i’m crazy but did i just hear you say that out loud?”

Member - JJK (Ding Dong if I had to quote Re sksksk)

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It was a beautiful day in Hogwarts, no classes to attend. You had thought you’d stay in your room and read the whole day, just laze around with your cat by your side but were you? Absolutely not.

You were currently speed walking to the hospital wing, face set in a scowl. Jeon Jungkook, your friend since first year, had gotten into a fight and ended up in there somehow. You had gotten to know about it when your older brother, Kim Seokjin had come tell you, complaining about how ‘that brat’ had gotten hurt again. 

Walking into the infirmary, the first thing you heard was his voice, loudly arguing with Madam Pomfrey, “I told you, I’m fine! Let me go already.”

“And I told you, that you need to stay the night so I can make sure that your hand heals properly,” replied Madam Pomfrey calmly, assembling her equipments before moving on to the next patient.

Almost cooing at how cute Jungkook looked with the pout, you silently trudged to him. Repeating in your mind that you were supposed to be mad, you could not give in to his doe eyes no matter how difficult.

“So what’s this I hear about you getting in a fight? I thought we had a deal,” You spoke up when you were behind him, almost laughing when he jumped in surprise and spun around to face you. His face lighting up when he saw it was you.

“Y/N~ Hey listen, crazy story. I am innocent,” Jungkook started his explanation, smiling sheepishly when he saw that you were not buying his story.

“Your bandaged hand says a different story, Jeon.” 

“About that…” 

You sighed, catching his attention as you sat on the bed beside him. “Kookie, why do you keep getting in fights?”

Jungkook opened his mouth to reply but closed it again afterwards. Scooting closer to you, he meekly said, “I’m sorry… I promise I stopped getting in unnecessary fights, it’s just-”

You cut him off, sitting up straight and looking him straight in his eyes, “You say you stopped but this is the third time this month that you’re in the hospital wing, Jungkook. You always come up with the weirdest excuses for it too, what’s your reason this time?”

“I..” Jungkook said, looking at you with his beautiful doe eyes, “I’m sorry… for not listening to you. But I promise, this time I had a valid reason. That jerk deserved what was coming for him.”

“Then tell me the reason.”

“Yi was spreading rumours about you, called you names and shit too.” He answered, never breaking eye contact as he spoke.

You sighed in annoyance, Yi was your ex, he had cheated on you with someone else but when you broke up, he had made it look like you were the bad guy. You were hurt at first but now you were tired of his bullshit. He was always trying to get attention by trying to stir up new drama.

“You shouldn’t pay attention to what he says, you know the truth and you know he loves the attention he gets by doing what he does.” you said, hands moving to grab his. 

Letting out a sound of protest, Jungkook squeezed your hands, shaking them slightly, “But that’s wrong. He shouldn’t be spreading lies like that when he’s the one that should be hated, not you!”

Smiling softly, you raise one of your hands to brush away the strands that fell on his face, “Thank you for caring, Kookie but you need to realise that what you did was not right. Fighting is not the way to go, besides you just gave him what he wanted, albeit it was painful attention but he still got a reaction out of you.”

Chewing on his bottom lip, Jungkook furrowed his brows, nose scrunching up as he thought about what you said, “You’re not wrong but it’s hard to not react when it comes to you… Ijustlikeyousomuch.”

Your brows raised in surprise when he rapped out the last bit of his sentence, not catching what he said properly, “What did you just say?”

“It’s hard not to react.”

“After that.”

A beat of silence passed, none of you moving as Jungkook started fidgeting on his spot, “I.. like you a lot, and it’s not as a friend.”

You gaped at his sudden confession, eyes wide as you tried processing his words. You had a crush on him for almost a year now, and he just confessed that he liked you too. This had to be a dream.

“Okay, maybe i’m crazy but did I just hear you say that out loud?” Jungkook asked, eyes filling with anticipation for your answer.

“Say what?”

“That you had a crush on me for almost a year.”

Your eyes widened even more, did you say that out loud? Oh no.

“Don’t panic, I’m glad the feeling isn’t one sided,” Jungkook tried reassuring you, now grinning happily.

“I.. said that out loud too, huh?”

“Well….” He started, eyes bright and lips tugged into a grin, “You do tend to think out loud a lot.”

“For real?!”

“Uh huh,” He nodded, shrugging, “It’s really cute though. You’re really cute though.” He winked at you after that, making you shake your head at his antics, trying not to smile.

“I’m glad someone finds it cute, I guess,” you grumbled, face flushing in embarrassment as you sunk down in your seat and pouted, still fighting the urge to smile.

Cooing at you, Jungkook grabbed your face and brought you into a soft kiss, your eyes fluttering close at the sensation. You could feel him smiling into the kiss and you shuffled closer, grabbing his shirt to pull him close and deepening the kiss. 

Moving away after a while to break the kiss, you smiled when Jungkook followed you, trying to kiss you again and scrunching his nose in displeasure at not succeeding. 

Placing a kiss on his nose which had him smiling, you spoke up, “So, how are we telling my brother about us?”

Jungkook’s face fell as he looked at you in panic, eyes wide and mouth hanging open slightly, “How about… now consider this; we don’t.”

Sigh. What are you going to do with this crackhead of yours?

[spellsofscarlet]

🌙 Wanda Maximoff

Thankyou for the ask!! <3<3 I had a lot of fun with this lmao

🌙= sleep

Wanda Maximoff and sleep are not friends. They are not amicable. They sit across from one another in the dark and scowl something murderous until one of them relents.

Which is... strange really, considering that when they were kids, Pietro used to joke that she could fall asleep standing up. And that she did, on occasion. They couldn’t exactly afford to be picky. Any place had to work at a push.

Unfortunately, her time with Hydra put a rather complicated strain on their relationship.

After Novi Grad, it’s safe to say that Wanda despises the idea of sleep. She despises the dark. She despises the vulnerability of turning her back. And she despises, above all else, the images that her mind drags to the surface when she lets her eyes close... so she simply doesn’t let that happen.

Naturally, she doesn’t feel the need to share this problem. She lies awake for hours. She watches the ceiling swirl. She takes anything over the nightmares she knows will come like clockwork, even if that means that she once doesn’t sleep a wink for an whole week. Even if it means that, eventually, something has to give- her body can’t withhold the strain- and she drops to the floor, unconscious, before the entire team.

Clint doesn’t take too well to this revelation. None of them do. For some reason, he decides that she needs help. Real help.

For the longest of times, Wanda spits at the ridiculousness of this very idea. But then she hasn’t had a good nights sleep since she left her city, and the voices are starting to blur, and she’s so goddamned tired. She isn’t going to win this stare down. She never does.

In the end, the nightmares never disappear- but they do get easier to manage. Some nights, she isn’t the only one awake in the early hours of morning. Tony Stark, Wanda discovers, makes his hot chocolate with the little marshmallows that melt into sugary goop. Together, they sit on the balcony and watch the stars twinkle.

Every so often though, she finds herself in the exceedingly rare sensation of feeling comfortable: a feeling that only exists for Wanda within hazy memories of wool cardigans, wood fires, and languages softer than the one she speaks now. Cosy. Safe. Natasha’s feet press against her thigh; her head becomes heavy against Clint’s shoulder, as the droning of some stupid action film falls away to a faint hum in the background...

She’s awoken, abruptly, by the clicking of a super spy who doesn’t know how to silence his camera phone.

When she finds the photos, she burns the phone to ashes.

Friday has copies downloaded before the scarlet can even flicker.

[paulieshore]

TIS FINALLY HERE!! THE LAST INSTALMENT TO MY FANFIC!!!! Part 7 Loveland Series Finale *COMPLETED*

I really do apologise how long this took… So much happened but ive finally finished. I hope you enjoy the interaction section at the very end of the story! when you reach the interaction link, click then download in order to play!!!

Word Count: 1075

Characters: MC, Lucien, Kiro, Gavin, Victor

Warnings: Kisses and shit - 1 corny ass joke.

Part 7: Loveland Charity Event Series Finale

Completely lost in thought, she looked so peaceful, so innocent, his sight had fallen upon her lips. They glowed a soft creamy pink and were parted only just slightly, his cheeks began to burn. An instant desire to claim her lips as she laid there….

He was just staring at her, it was as though his body acted on its on doing, he kissed her. He closed his eyes and felt the sensation of soft warm lips on his own, stealthily pulling away just as quick as he went in. Not as stealthily as he thought though, his face was still right up in hers when she opened her eyes fluttering, his nose merely millimetres from hers.

*His brain exploded at this point*

“Uhm, heya! Sleep! My arm! Couch moved!!!” Kiro looked like a deer in headlights, and his face, bright red as a candy apple.

His breath was not as warm as the heat he was radiating, which tickled your skin. You couldn’t help but laugh, you also had no idea what he was on about. Sitting up, you then realised his arm had been trapped, you were now on the couch… It took a moment for you to take in your surroundings, Kiro quickly regained his composure and explained you had fallen asleep. He wouldn’t make eye contact with you when he spoke, his out-going personality gone and before you a somewhat off, bashful Kiro??

It was late, perhaps you over stayed your welcome and decided to get home. After an awkward goodbye and a sincere apology for falling asleep, you hopped into the cab you ordered and went home.

Meanwhile Kiro paced around his living room, “I kissed her, I kissed her!! Why did I do that!?” He was acting like a little boy who’d just had his first kiss.

You got home and texted Kiro, apologising again for keeping him and went to bed.

1 Day till Event

The sun was shining, and the tenth alarm you had set was going off. You were tired as usual but had a list of things to prepare for, so excitement was your motivation. Running through your checklist, you gave Lucien a call to double check the arrangements he had set for you.

The day flew by rather quickly, appointments made, transportation set, even paperwork you hadn’t been keen on overlooking was now completed. Turning in for an early night, not knowing just how emotionally chaotic tomorrow evening was going to be for you.

Loveland Charity Event 

The hairdresser had just finished setting your curls to the side and helping you put in the hair accessory Victor had given you. Just as you were expressing your thanks, you caught sight of Lucien leaning against the wall behind you, staring at you through the mirror. It was the first time you had seen Lucien dressed up to this extent, and wearing such a devilish smile.

You got up from the dressing table and approached him, “Thank you for waiting, I think I’m all done now”

Lucien didn’t say anything to you at first but rather his eyes ravished you, “Fine feathers make a fine bird, don’t you think?” His words were soft, the edges of his mouth curving up, but the look in his eyes had you feeling quite flustered. He held his arm out to you waiting for you to link into, both making your way to the vehicle waiting outside to be escorted to the event.

When you arrived you stood in awe, the place was elegantly decorated and packed with people of varies backgrounds and styles. Lucien placed his hand on your back (you were wearing an open backed dress) the skin on skin contact had you instantly snapped back to reality. He guided you in and made your way to the open bar not too far from the entrance of the building. The bar itself had been surrounded by so many beautifully dressed people, one in particular instantly stood out to you.

Victor

He was leaning against the bar nursing his drink when you and Lucien approached. Not knowing whether you should say hello or not, you sort of just stared at him debating silently. Victor felt eyes upon him, you both made eye contact instantaneously, his face rather stunned.

Lucien was speaking to you when he glanced down and noticed something had caught your attention, or rather someone. Before he had time to whisk you away Victor had already approached you both.

“Evening” Victor did not take his eyes off of you, he then noticed something familiar sparkling in your hair, he smiled softly. “You’re wearing it tonight, I’m glad.”

Lucien chinned in aggressively, “Yes, what a good evening this indeed is.” The hand he had on your back pulling you in closer to his side.

Victor and Lucien now standing opposite of each other, no words spoken anymore. The music and atmosphere that was pleasant only moments ago, now beginning to shift.

The opening act tonight took stage and began to play his famous songs which featured in many famous films. This one specifically added to the ever so dramatic stand off before you. *Cursed by beauty*

You felt as though you were in a trance when a very chirpy voice sprang from nearby, followed by many other ladies standing on, OMG ITS KIRO!!

He more or less skipped over to you and the two men in a stare off, “Found you Miss Chips!?!” Linking into the other side of you that Lucien didn’t not occupy.

Lucien and Victor both shifting their glares to yet another opponent in tonight’s affairs. No words were spoken after, you didn’t know what to say or if you could even fathom any words out of your mouth. As the party raged on, you were stuck in this awkward silent triangle, things couldn’t get any worse you thought… But oh you thought wrong!

“Is everything alright MC?” A cool breeze kissed your skin as Gavin jumped into this already bewildered situation.

You found yourself stuck between a cross roads each man staring at the other, no one spoke… Looks that could kill, you closed your eyes trying to think of a solution to your predicament. In the back ground the violinist began to play a piece you recognised *I Need You Too Need Me* and in the moment of bliss you opened your eyes to speak out. What happened next surprised you!

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Birthday - Zawavember 2019

Here's my enrtry for Day 8 of @zawavember, a little late maybe

Characters : Aizawa, All might, class 1-A, U.A teachers

Genre : Romantic, Comfort (No hurt)

Enjoy! :)

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Shouta made his way to class 1-A, tired, he was up till 3 am this morning, patrolling the city on his shift, he stood infront off the class, bracing himself to deal with class 1-A.

He opened the door and the sound of a party popper made his ears ring, he shut his eyes momentarily from the shock and the brightness of the room, he opened them again and saw his students.

“Happy Birthday Aizawa-Sensei!” they shouted eagerly, as he spotted his students, even the irritated Katsuki sporting what seems to be a cosplay of his hero costume.

Ah of course, it was his birthday today, he forgetted it, though, what difference would it make, turns out, his class is turning a big deal out of it “Where did you get all this? And how did you know?” He asked, sounding surprised, as he saw every student of 1-A were wearing his hero costume, uniform seemingly forgotten, “We knew it from All Might-sensei!” Mina cheerfully said, the all black costume seemingly blending in with her black scelera, of course it’s All Might, who else would it be?

“And the costumes? What about your uniforms?” Shouta asked, pinching the bridge of his nose, “We got permission from principal Nedzu to cosplay as you for your birthday!” a floating version of his costume santured, as Toru cheerfully said, matching her friend’s Mina enthusiasm, his eye twitched in annoyance, of course it’s Nedzu with his amazing authorithy,

“How did you even get your hands, on them? I never signed any hero merchandise” Shouta asked, questioning how his students get his costumes, “We made them Sensei!” Denki pipped, of course, if there’s not one, made them, “We would like to thank you for your amazing work as our homeroom teacher so we thought of a way to surprise you” Tenya said, moving his hands in an animated way,

surprising Shouta, he should be one of the more sane ones from 1-A, he should have been against the idea of cosplaying as him, but he saw his class rep sporting yet the same costume as him and apparently, the rest of 1-A.

“We thought you like cats, so Sato-kun baked a cat themed cake and we all helped him!” Izuku, the problem child, said as he approached Shouta with the cat themed cake in hand, it was so adorable, Shouta almost cooed at the site of it, “Once again”, Izuku looked back to his classmates, as if on cue, they yelled for the second time that day, “Happy Birthday Aizawa-Sensei!” and started singing him happy birthday.

Hizashi sang it for him as soon as he knew his birthday, and Nemuri joined the fray along with Hizashi and sang it for him every year, he expected that he would only heard the song from his 2 idot friends but this year, he was in for a surprise, he didn’t thought he would hear it from his 20 students, somehow, his heart felt tight and his eyes began to prick, surprisingly not from their dryness.

“Blow the candles Sensei!” They chanted, the candle flickered off as he blowed them off, the rest of his students clapping and cheering, Izuku moved the cake to the teachers desk and returned back to his seat, “We hope you like the cake Sensei! Oh we should turn in our homeworks guys!” Kirishima said, the red of his hair oddly matching his all black outfit.

They shuffled as each of them digged through their bags, getting their homeworks, leaving a starstrucked Shouta standing infront of his desk. He would usually need to threaten them so that they would submit their homeworks, but this time, they willingly submit their homeworks.

“Thankyou for making my day easier with you all so willingly turning in your homework, I hope this would continue until you all graduate” He smiled in his oh so familiar what the students named, the Totoro smile, his students silently gulped, and when Shouta silenty rubbed his eye using his capture weapon when his back was to his students, it’s no one’s business.

Shouta walked back from 1-A, carrying the cat themed cake with him, his steps somehow sounding a bit lighter, seemingly in a good mood, he returned back to the teacher’s room and heard the familiar sound of a party popper, “Happy Birthday Aizawa!” He heard yet again from his coworkers, even Nedzu was there, they sang them another happy birthday, he wasn’t expecting to hear another happy birthday sanged to him yet again, this time by 10 of his coworkers

“We hoped you would still have space for another birthday cake!” Toshinori said, as he showed him another cat themed cake, this time in a smaller size and different cat theme, “Thanks” Shouta said, as he made his way to his teachers desk, beside Toshinori, “Well, I have a class to teach, see you all later, once again, happy birthday Aizawa-kun!” Toshinori said as he exited the teachers room.

His coworkers were very kind, giving him little presents, Nemuri gave him a cat themed handkerchief, Hizashi gave him a cat themed mug, Ken gave him a cat themed sweatpants, Nedzu gave him a grey cat phone strap, matching his outfit, and Thirteen gave him a cat themed bowl, they made him had that prickling sensation on his eyes again, he said his thanks, stored his gifts away, and made his way to the canteen, as it was already time for lunch.

“Happy Birthday Aizawa!” Lunch rush said, as he was about ask for a bowl of rice, he blinked, seemingly caught off guard, “Uh, thanks, how did you know?” Aizawa asked, “Your students cosplayed as you and I was curious, so asked what was the occasion and they said that it was your birthday, so I knew from them” Lunch rush said.

“Here, especially for today, cat themed lunch! Enjoy!” Lunch rush, true to his word, he gave him a cat themed lunch, the rice balls were shaped to cats and the nuggets and even the eggs were shaped into cats.

“Thanks Lunch Rush, I’ll be sure to enjoy the lunch” Shouta said, a little smile painted across his features. He made his way back from the canteen and got a few more ‘happy birthdays’ from students of a different class, who seemingly saw 1-A’s cosplay of him.

He made his way to the teacher’s lounge with the cat themed lunch, he almost bumped into Nemuri who just exited the lounge, “Hey, someone’s here to meet you” Nemuri said, “Who?” Shouta asked, “Why don’t you go and take a look for yourself? He’s in the teacher’s lounge” Nemuri said, pointing to the direction of the teacher’s lounge.

He entered the lounge and was met with an indigo haired boy, Shinsou Hitoshi, his student that he helped train to move in to the hero course.

“Hello, Aizawa-Sensei” Hitoshi greeted him with an awkward wave, a blush on his cheeks, seemingly a little bit embarrassed, “Hey, Midnight-Sensei told me you were here to meet me, is there something wrong?” He asked as he took a seat on the sofa across Hitoshi, “Oh, um, I just wanted to say Happy Birthday to you Sensei, thankyou for taking your time to train me, so I got you a little present, I hope it would be useful for you” Hitoshi said as he gave him a his gift, wrapped in cat theme paper,

“Oh, thankyou” Shouta accepted it, “I just want to give the present to you, so I’ll be going now, good bye sensei” Hitoshi said as he made his way to the door, “Bye”, Shouta replied, as the door closes. He unwrapped the gift while eating the cat themed lunch and took out a black cat embroided to the top right of a sweater, the cat shapped into an S, and this time, he let the tears fell down slowly, as he was in the private space of the teacher’s lounge.

He returned the lunch tray back to Lunch Rush, saying his thanks again for the cat themed lunch, reciving occasional ‘happy birthday’s’ from some of the students catching up on class 1-A’s antics as he made his way to the teachers room.

He returned to the teachers room and found a lot of cat themed wrapped presents on his desk, “What‘s all this?” He asked, to Hizashi beside his desk “They’re from 1-A yo!” he replied, and the prickling sensation on his eyes came back, he stopped the tears before they threaten to spill, and tug the presents away along with Hitoshi’s present. He carfully took his black folder from underneath the cat themed cakes, and made his way to his chaotic class, 1-A.

The reminder of the day went by smoothly, aside from the occasional ‘happy birthday’s’ he received, soon it was time for him to go home, Nedzu had reliefed him from patrolling today, saying that he should spent it with his loved one, like he has any, tasking Hizashi with the patrol, he wanted to say no, but he knew his friend deserved rest, so he accepted it, not without taking Nemuri along to patrol, saying it was to accompany him.

He was now figuring out how to bring 2 cakes, a bag full of presents, and his own stuff, back to the dorms, he was hoping to catch a glimmer of the man of his dreams, Toshinori, all day long they never bumped to each other so he hoped against it, he already had to much surprises today, surely he wouldn’t meet him again right?, when suddenly a tall figure approached him, “You need help on that Aizawa-kun?” Toshinori said as he saw the amount of stuff he was going to bring back, “Oh, If it’s not a bother too you” Shouta said, feeling guilty for burdening his coworker, “Not at all, let me help you carry one of these” Toshinori said as he took the cat themed cake and the bag of presents.

“Thankyou All Might-san” Shouta said as he carried the other cat themed cake and made their walk towards the dorm, “Your welcome Aizawa-kun, and please, call me Yagi now, I’m no longer All Might” He replied, a smile across his lips, “Why? Since you can’t transform anymore doesn’t made you less than an All Might you know”, Shouta said,

at that Toshinori only blinked, he laughed than, heartily, the sound was somehow soothing to hear for Shouta, “Thankyou Aizawa-kun, then continue to call me All Might!” He said back, “It’s nothing to be thankful for” he said, and somehow they were now infront of Shouta’s room, time passes by quickly when you're with that one person you're just unwilling to part from.

“Thankyou for helping me carry the cake and my presents, All Might-san” Shouta said as Toshinori placed his cake on the table, “Your welcome Aizawa-kun, oh, I haven’t give my presents yet” Toshinori said as he made his way to his bag, taking out his present for Shouta, “Happy Birthday Aizawa-kun, here’s your present” Toshinori said, handing him a cat themed wrapped present, “Thankyou All Might-san” Shouta received it, their hands slightly brushing, Toshinori blushed a little, “And um” he stuttered, clearly having something more to say, “What is it All—“ Shouta was cut off with a pair of soft yet warm lips, it haven’t registered yet for him, that Toshinori, the man of his dreams, was kissing him until he pulled back, blushing red, “Um then, enjoy your birthday!, I uh should make my way back home, you should forget um, uh, the kiss, until then, goodbye Ai—” he interrupted Toshinori as he pulled him down by his tie, and kissed him, soft yet firmly, his hands made his way to Toshinori’s neck, and Toshinori found his hands into Shouta’s black locks, tugging him, deepening the kiss while lifting him up.

The two separated after a while, catching their breaths as their cheeks flushed red, “All those gifts and this was my favorite” Shouta said as he catched his breath, a smile tugging on his lips “Well, I sure am good at giving gifts” Toshinori said, “You sure are” Shouta said, a hint of pink on his cheeks as he smiled, “You should stay and help me finish all this cake” Shouta said as he gestured at the cakes, “I wasn’t planning on leaving you, Aizawa-kun” Toshinori said, a smile also formed on his lips, “Call me Shouta now” he said, “Then, call me Toshinori”, Toshinori replied back, “Okay, Toshinori” Shouta said as he tested the waters, Toshinori blushed hearing his name being called, “We should eat then Shouta”, Toshinori said as he called out to him, his name slipping out of his lips, he smiled as they made their way to the cake.

'Best Birthday ever', Shouta thought as he ate the cake along with Toshinori while chatting about his chaotic day, the smile on his face grewing into a full fledged smile.

Thankyou for reading :)

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Inevitably Entwined *In Progress*

Chapter 4 - Exo & NCT Mafia

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Chapter Four : Sacrifice 

It was a dull, constant, pain that drew my consciousness out of the empty room filled with shadowy figures that reached equally shadowy fingers out to caress my cheek, slippery voices whispering around me indecipherably.

The need to wake up and escape the nightmarish dream was almost as strong as the pain and with forced effort my eyelids flickered once, twice, before letting in an excruciatingly bright flow of light from above.

When my eyes finally adjusted to the brightness and I could keep them open longer than two seconds an intrusive face shaped oval filled my view and it took more than a few moments to be able to place a name to the annoyed and handsome features.

Chanyeol.

Beyond the bright pink strands of his hair the ever angry and moody Jongin lurked, a displeased leer on his lips when our eyes met. If it was possible for someone to look like the very representation of wishing someone all the hell on earth that would be him.

The room around us was not the one that I remembered passing out in, the walls a soft white and covered in framed pictures that were hard to make out from here beyond being mostly large groups of people huddled around one another. The ground below me felt too soft and springy to be the actual ground and polished wooden planks were just visible from the corner of my eye when I turned my head in an effort to see more of my surroundings.

“Don’t move so much, you’ll pass out again.” Chanyeol muttered, voice lacking any real concern as he glanced over at me from the other side of the room which he’d somehow gotten to very quickly, something I put down to his long legs. Jongin snorted in derision from the side and I allowed myself a moment to send him an icy glare before refocusing on exploring the room with my eyes.

There were no windows and therefore the only source of light was from the white bulb fixed in the ceiling with a half dome of white glazed glass dulling the brightness just enough to be able to stare at the bright light for a few moments before the burn became too strong.

The only exit seemed to be a white wooden panelled door directly behind the fuming Jongin, who leaned back very pointedly against it, mistrustfully throwing me sideways glances.

Apart from the massive double bed that I was currently in that was positioned against the farthest wall to the door a tall bookcase lined another wall, too far away to make out the books stacked neatly on the shelves and a double set of doors that stretched up to the ceiling and took half of the same wall looked suspiciously like it led to an unnecessarily big closet.

Something cold and firm in substance was pressed into my fingers followed by a gruff ‘here’ from Chanyeol who was already moving away the second I had a proper grip on the object. I looked down to find a glass filled with clear liquid that was cold enough to have the sides covered in condensation.

Until looking at the glass I hadn’t noticed how dry the inside of my mouth was and eagerly I pressed the cool glass rim against my equally dry lips. A single gulp of water immediately traced its way inside my mouth, chasing off the burning sensation in my throat that I hadn’t known I was so desperate to be rid of until now.

It occurred to me only when the glass was empty and clutched between my fingers that I shouldn’t have just skulled an entire glass of water without knowing for sure it was just water. So far these men had tied me up, threatened me and tortured me all based on misunderstandings and there was no reason to trust them.

“It’s just water.” As if he’d read my mind the bright haired man wandered back over, the mattress dipping below his weight as he perched himself carefully on the very edge of the bed, dark sheets crinkling softly under him. He held out a slender hand expectantly for the empty glass and I cautiously handed it over, trying to ignore the fact that Jongin had stepped closer as soon as Chanyeol neared.

Chanyeol leaned forward, shoulder brushing mine as he deposited the cup on top of the dark bedside table which a lamp already took most of the space on accompanied by a single paperback book.

My gaze flitted briefly to the book, eyes trying to decipher the title but it was written in an unfamiliar language so I gaze up, returning my focus to the withdrawing Chanyeol.

There was no mistaking the pink haired man, but in this moment he looked nothing like he had in any of the previous times I’d look at him.

Void of the horrendously empty and vacant look that had taken him when he was forcing information out of me and lacking the sunshine like smile that had first graced his face when we met, he looked lost and alone.

The tension he’d had around his friends earlier had faded out of his body, though he still didn’t look at ease and I forced my gaze away, sensing the glare his friend cast me.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked, catching Jongin’s look of disdain over the top of Chanyeol’s head. He kept his face impassive as he looked over at me, though it would have been impossible to miss the look of disbelief that briefly flickered across it.

“I’m pretty sure you having never walked into our damn place would have been easier, for everyone.” He muttered, crossing his arms across his chest similarly to Jongin though the motion lacked the same intimidating affect that Jongin’s had. “We’re not just going to throw you out, as much trouble as you’ve caused. Besides,” He sighed heavily, rubbing his forehead like the very words caused him pain. “This is my fault, so I owe you.”

A knock interrupted our conversation, if it could be called that and Jongin moved to the side, pulling the wooden door open for the newcomer.

Curious warm eyes met mine, an almost excited smile flashing from white teeth. I blinked, leaning back to take in the almost familiar newcomer’s face and body.

He didn’t look much taller than any of the others that I’d met so far, though he stood out with his friendly expression and the strong features of his face. His light blonde hair, under which the natural brown tone of his hair peeked, was cut in a two step hairstyle that none of the others seemed to have despite it’s popularity in Seoul right now.

The front of his forehead peeked below the somewhat messy part, the skin a rich tan and without any imperfections.

Dressed simply in dark jeans and a white shirt that tucked into the waistband of his jeans and billowed out slightly, his collarbones exposed thanks to the top two buttons being undone, he strode into the room with a bright smile still plastered on his face.

In his hands he clutched a cloth that was soaked, drops glistening as they dripped from the coarse material down his fingers and off onto the floor.

Chanyeol let out an annoyed sigh at the sight, reaching out his hand for the cloth which the newcomer happily dropped into his palm, eyes never leaving me.

“This is Jongdae. He’s…” The tall man beside me eyed his friend, seeming almost amused. “Not exactly like the rest of us. He mostly does hacking for us, he doesn’t leave the house often.” I wasn’t sure if you could call this a house but then I’d seen two rooms so far, both deceptively spacious and luxurious. If this person didn’t leave here often it was no wonder he looked so enthusiastic.

Curiosity bit at me as I watched Jongdae, there was no lacking personality in his coffee eyes and he looked genuinely excited to be meeting someone new as he shoved his hand out to me in greeting, waiting patiently for me to close the distance between us and shake it.

Light warning bells rang in the back of my mind as I stared down at the soft, unfurled, fingers extending towards me. There was no reason to trust this man just because he’d smiled when he walked in or because there was a light of innocence behind his eyes as he continued to wait. All of my life this was the exact kind of person I’d been told not to trust, not to get involved with. It was easy enough to smile at someone, but something about the kind radiance of his oval face that was nothing like anyone I’d ever met.

After a few moments I warily extended my arm, lightly touching his hand and holding back my surprise when he brought his other hand over the top of it, encasing mine between his palms. The warmth from his skin swaddled my hand, dancing along my skin electrifyingly. The only person who had ever held my hand was Sana who, whilst beautiful, was no comparison to the handsomely beaming man in front of me.

‘It’s not like that.’ I reminded myself, hesitant to return his smile and bit back the urge to snatch myself away from his steady hold. Though Chanyeol had said that Jongdae wasn’t like them, there was still something about him that fit this life of criminal activity. Something about the constantly alert look dwelling in the back of his gaze took away the normalcy of his playful charm and bright smiles and added on the unnerving feeling that he was still very much involved in his life, even if he wasn’t actively out there.

“You look horrible.” He snickered suddenly, hands still gripping mine between his and I swallowed, not sure how to react to his honey like voice. Maybe it was because nobody else in here had really smiled at me or even been properly introduced to me until now, but the anxieties and fears in the back of my mind were slowly dropping away the longer I was in the company of this energetic man.  

“Doesn’t she know how to talk?” Jongdae turned to look at his pink haired friend who was rolling his eyes before the shorter had even opened his mouth. Beyond him in his usual spot in the doorway Jongin looked murderously mad, eyes trained angrily on my fingers still trapped between Jongdae’s.

“You’re a little overwhelming to deal with sometimes.” Chanyeol murmured under his breath, eyes darting to mine from below his lashes as if expecting me to say something, or to react. Jongdae looked at me as well, his expression somewhat deflated.

The first thing he had said to me was that I looked horrible, how was I supposed to even respond to that?

There were more important things at the forefront of my mind right now, like where was my ridiculously small friend and what was going to happen from here.

“Jongdae maybe give her some space. She doesn’t seem like the talkative type regardless.” Chanyeol sighed to his friend who nodded silently, dropping my hand slowly onto my lap as if afraid sudden movements would scare me off and I bit back a smile, tilting my head away from the three pairs of eyes on me so nobody had the chance to try and decipher the slight upwards twitch of my mouth.

It was easy to get lost in my thoughts in the ensuing silence in which the blonde haired individual might have left or might not have and seconds turned into minutes of staring at the wall decorated with photo frames. Now that I wasn’t struggling to wake up and my eyes had had time to adjust to the bright light of the room the photos within the frames were a bit clearer from here.

Some were clearly the now pink haired Chanyeol in the past with his family, hair a natural dark brown that made his cheeks appear rounder and his eyes to seem softer. Other frames contained similar memories with people I didn’t recognise, while the bigger ones looked like group shots of the eight men that I’d met over the course of the last day and one other who stood tall and strongly amongst the rest, fitting in whilst also standing out at the same time. His dark eyes and hair were beautiful and something about his stare directed at the camera sang out danger and temptation; this must be their best player on the chess board because with those attractively heavy eyes and smirk he could fool any girl into his traps and intimidate any man.

Much like Jongin, there was little to no friendliness in his stony stare, though there were less photos with the mystery man in them.

Most seemed to be taken in the main room that I’d first stumbled in, and each photo seemed to freeze their exhaustion and relief on their handsome faces in time. Subconsciously I leaned forward to better see the images, fascinated by them. Our family had never done that, taken photos to display because in a year’s time most of the people in one photo would be gone and the photo would only cause pain.

Something wet and refreshingly cool against the heated and swollen skin of my jaw brought my attention back to the room and my head snapped painfully to face Chanyeol who had a single eyebrow raised at the sudden reaction, slender hand still hovering in the air between his body and my face. The cloth that Jongdae had given him earlier was wrapped carefully around his index and middle finger and it took a moment to click that the sensation must have been him attempting to clean my face.

A quick glance past him told me that Jongdae had in fact left the room and the sullen faced Jongin had also left at some point, leaving just Chanyeol and I here alone.

After a moment I dropped my wary gaze from Chanyeol and turned my face, allowing him to press the cool cloth back against my skin, clenching my teeth against the pain.

After he had all but rubbed the skin raw he tapped the other side of my jaw with a slender finger, muttering for me to turn to face him again. I complied, avoiding his gaze as he folded the cloth to a cleaner side and began on the other side, leaning closer to see better.

His face was a mask of concentration, betraying none of his emotions as he worked effortlessly. It was strange to be so close to someone who had hours ago been torturing me, there was no trace or evidence of that person now in the man who was delicately swiping my face free of sweat, dirt and blood.

Unintentionally I leaned backwards, hands gripping the sheets between my fingers restlessly. I didn’t want to be thinking about how beautiful he looked like this, too focused on his task to bother trying to look anything other than just his plainly exhausted self.

I didn’t want to be attracted to the ridiculously bright shade of his feathery hair or the way his protruding ears made him look convincingly normal rather than the kind of guy who could easily crush my windpipe in a simple swift movement.

“What.” He asked, voice heavy with agitation as he pulled his hand backwards, eyes landing on my curled fingers. I blinked once, astounded by his sudden vexed expression.

“I don’t trust you.” I said, instead of admitting out loud that being around him was beyond confusing for me. No matter how many years of training I had, nothing could prepare me for the turbulent world I’d been flung into nor the perplexity of adjusting to people who knew what they were actually doing out here.

Chanyeol sighed and put the cloth down, nodding his head slowly as if he understood exactly what I was thinking.

“Not that it matters, because you don’t

need

to trust me, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You literally tortured me-” He cut me off with a sharp glance, lips pursed indignantly. If I’d known him better I might have thought he was genuinely offended by the accusation.

“You come from a big enough family to know that sometimes people have to do things to people that they don’t want to.” He snapped, standing abruptly and walked over to the wall covered in photographs. His shoulders were pulled slightly back, tense and rigid and his hands were shoved deep into his pockets.

Following his gaze brought a brightly coloured electric guitar propped in the corner to my attention, I hadn’t noticed it earlier but now it was impossible to miss. The eccentric colours didn’t blend in at all with the rest of the room.

“Where am I?” I asked rather than answering his previous statement. There was no need in voicing what we both knew out loud, that yes of course I knew people had to do things they didn’t want to. It was an unescapable thing when you were apart of this life, the one thing I dreaded the most.

He turned, the anger seeming to have drained slightly from his face and even offered up a tiny smile.

“My room.” Surprised I closed my mouth around any reply and looked around once again. Stupidly I just nodded once, looking around the neat room once again.

Before either of us could speak again the door rattled once under a heavy handed knock and Chanyeol made an affirmative noise in its direction, only turning to face it rather than reaching to open it.

After a few agonizingly quiet moments Suho stepped in through the doorway, strong gaze instantly finding me before moving disapprovingly towards Chanyeol who was now looking like he regretted not asking who was there.

He looked less intimidating now than he had earlier, although there was still a strong dislike and discontent in his eyes as he moved to stand beside the taller man, still somehow managing to look strikingly more impressive than Chanyeol did.

I shifted uncomfortably, waiting for one of them to speak up. There was clearly a unspoken understanding between the two of them and my skin itched with the need to have some level of understanding amongst the sea of chaos I was in right now. Sensing the unease shifting languidly in the air, probably due to my constant anxious shifting on the spot, the short leader stepped closer, gesturing questioningly at the spot beside me that was still crinkled from when Chanyeol had sat there.

The open-handed twist of his wrist was more of a polite warning than a real question and he was sitting down before I had the chance to disagree or agree with it.

“As unfortunate as it is that you’re unwell, I think it’s time we talked. Don’t you?” Suho stared ahead for a few moments before tilting his head, fierce eyes holding mine in a powerful lock, waiting for my blunt nod before continuing. “I’ll keep it simple and be honest with you, I expect the same in return.”

Though there were many things I’d rather not express to the leader of a criminal gang that had done nothing but hurt me, the only way we were going to get anywhere was if he believed I was being upfront with him. So, I inclined my head once again, eyes darting once to the doorway where Jongin had once again appeared, leaning with a fearlessly leery expression in the doorway. Even if somehow I could manage to overpower the two men in here with me there was no way I’d be getting past that man which really left me with no other option but to be as straightforward as was safe.

There was no way I was giving that guy any reason to lay his hands on me, the very thought made my body shudder. I didn’t believe for a single moment he was here to do anything but find an opportunity to have me killed. The distrust in his gaze was as clear as day and in the tensed clasp of his hands in front of him.

“I don’t think it’s a secret that I don’t trust you, that none of us do.” Suho gestured once towards himself then over at Jongin who barely acknowledged being included in the conversation. Chanyeol’s eyes flickered uncomfortably when Suho’s hand landed with a hard slap on his shoulder, fingers digging into the skin as if daring him to say anything. “For that reason, your friend is locked up right now.”

The rest of his sentence faded from my ears and despite the thundering headache that had suddenly seemed to roar to life in my head I jerked upright, angry beyond words and past the point of considering my actions carefully.

Nobody moved as I stood tensely on the spot, backs of my legs pressed against the edge of the bed and heavy breaths leaving my lips. Nobody really needed to, we all knew I wasn’t going anywhere. It was very clear that Sana was now a bargaining chip, something to ensure that I would keep in line and do whatever they wanted from me. Which likely was to be the  bargaining chip for their own conflict with my family.

Suho paused, an indecipherable look in his eyes as I fought back my panic. Until now there had been an uncertainty lingering in my mind that I hadn’t been able to place a finger on the reason for, and now that he had spoken the words I realised like a hard slap that it had been worry for Sana.

Now that it had been put into real words coming from the curly haired man in front of me it was all I could do not to force my way out of here, and to find her.

Constantly throughout our lives she had been the one put into dangerous and distressing circumstances because of me, because of my inability to deal with the real world, something that was fast becoming an alarming reality to me.

“She’s not being hurt.” Chanyeol spoke suddenly as if I was supposed to just take him on his word and I scoffed quietly, pressing the palms of my hands into my eyes hoping the movement would hide the fiery anger I was feeling. No reason to give them more reason to distrust me or worse, underestimate me. The time for adapting or sinking was coming up fast and I needed to start learning that if I didn’t want to sink I needed to accept that as much as I despised it, this was and always would be my life.

Living as a criminal, striking deals that put others at risk, being selfish and surviving were things I needed to do now to get out of this, to stay out of it.

“She’s perfectly safe, I’ve got no desire to hurt either her or you as long as you both cooperate with me.” Suho confirmed with a lazy drawl, almost as if my reaction was a predictable one. Whether I wanted it or not, running away from my family wouldn’t put a stop to the haunting lifestyle I’d grown up being trained for. It was in my blood, a path lined out for me by fate and as hard as I tried to stray from the blood-stained bricks it would always find me in some form. And yet this was nobodies fault but my own, even the callous and galled Suho wasn’t to blame here. If anything he had been fair and just so far, earning nothing but my respect.

Unlike my own family, he would not kill me simply because I had turned up at their base and he clearly had the respect and even admiration from his members judging by the way they all seemed to shrink below him and obey like well trained dogs.

There was no fear and intimidation in their eyes, just awe and appreciation; this was what a real family looked like.

“What do you want.” There was no longer the same fragility that there had been earlier in my voice as I addressed Suho. His bronze speckled eyes narrowed in interest at the sudden change, his hands coming to rest clasped together on top of his crossed legs. The movement settled the hard casing around my emotions, locking them back where they belonged; far away in the darkest corner of my mind.

The person I had been up until now had always held hope for a normal future that had nothing to do with the illegitimate lifestyle I’d had so far. Now it wasn’t an option, the space to continue being vulnerable and weak was closing and the old Eun-Jae needed to disappear and say goodbye to the life she’d always dreamed of.

The life I would never have.

The time for cowering in the corner and keeping myself out of things had long passed me by and now someone’s life was resting in the crook of my hands, in my decisions.

Suho tilted his head to the side, much more intrigued now that the timid girl had put up a mask. His mouth quirked into a lopsided smirk, the physical embodiment of someone about to play an exciting game.

“I want you to cooperate, as I said.” He hummed softly, chuckling to himself as if it were obvious what he meant by those words. I shifted forward, refusing to take his bait. Eventually he would get tired of waiting for me to bite or he would rethink his choice. Either way, I was patient enough to wait and see.

The standoff lasted less time than I thought it would and he shrugged, realising quickly that he was playing a one-sided game.

“I’m going to hand you over to Donghyuck tomorrow night, by then you should be better.” He looked once at his bright haired companion for the nod of agreement though the motion was jerky and confused, clearly this was not something of prior knowledge to the awkward, long limbed man.

I clenched my fists once, hoping that the sickening lurch of fear I’d felt at his words weren’t shining in my eyes. I’d already accepted that however things played out, I was going to end up where I’d started, that Donghyuck was going to win. I closed my eyes and breathed in, holding the breath in my lungs.

It was not shocking that Suho would want to trade me in for something, whether it was peace from our family or money or protection. Whatever it was, Donghyuck was either going to kill him on the spot along with me or just kill me.

“Fine.” When I reopened my eyes I was met with two shocked expressions and one triumphant from the doorway. Chanyeol opened his mouth then closed it, looking over at his boss who was pursing his lips in an attempt to his previous confusion.

“I don’t care if anything happens to you. Once I hand you over, you’re not my concern. He could kill you on the spot, I won’t do anything.” Suho warned, leaning in close as if to gauge my reaction. I simply nodded, allowing him to hold my gaze and figure out for himself whether he believed I would do what he asked. If I died tomorrow he would carry the weight whether he believed his own words or not and if he died, I would never forgive myself for agreeing. Either way, someone was going to carry their guilt around for a long time after tomorrow, because as much as Suho seemed ruthless and uncaring, there was a carefully hidden pocket of morality and integrity that wouldn’t give him an easy conscious if someone innocent died on his watch.

“Fine.” I repeated slowly, thinking of Sana. If there was anyone I was going to do this for, she was the one and only that I’d give up my life and freedom for. “I know that you have to protect your family, the same way I have to protect mine. The moment he has me, you will let her go.” I said firmly, sticking my arm out towards him, hand hanging in the space between us. Jongin made a noise of disagreement from the back of his throat even as Suho nodded and dropped his hand to clasp with mine, his grip way too tight around mine, squeezing the small bones tightly.

“You have my word. Stick to yours and I’ll stick to mine.” And though I’d known this man for less than an hour, in which he’d done absolutely nothing to earn my respect, I trusted his word. I didn’t exactly have much choice, but the honesty shined clearly in his even gaze as he removed his hand from mine. He didn’t like me being here anymore than I liked that he was holding my best friend captive, the only thing we seemed to agree on was that I didn’t belong in his house, with his family.

I didn’t belong anywhere anymore, a distressingly undeniable fact. Even Johnny, who had protected me from the harsh life of our family for as long as he had been able to wasn’t going to be able to stand between Donghyuck’s growing greed and his insatiable hatred towards me.

If I had been from anywhere else, if I had come from any other family maybe I could have acted on Suho’s virtue and begged to stay, or to just leave unscathed. But in this world you didn’t just let valuable things go and having something of value that could gave you a one up over someone else also gave you a longer lifespan than those who didn’t.

Begrudgingly I had to admit he had perfectly manoeuvred a difficult and dangerous situation for the people under his care and left me impossibly and completely trapped in my own web of problems. As soon as he handed me over, his problems ceased.

“You can’t take her there, what if you get killed for even being involved.” Jongin hissed over at his leader, eyes fiery with his opposition to the plan. Suho barely spared him a glance, though whatever look he had received had Jongin shrinking back like a bug from a ravenous bird.

“I’m not sending any of you in my place, what would you have me do, ask her nicely to walk herself there and tell them to stay away from us?” Jongin frowned at Suho’s stern words and looked away, jaw taut with anger.

With that Suho stood, dusting his hands off on his pants, looking considerably more relaxed than he had when he’d first walked in.

“Wait,” I called, struggling up to my feet unsteadily before he could leave and he paused, turning to look at me expectantly. “How long do I have?”

Keeping my face as expressionless as possible I waited with bated breath for his response. Despite the fact I’d only just woken up from passing out not long ago, my head felt too heavy on my neck and my eyes ached with fatigue and the next thing on my to do list, regardless of Suho’s plans, was sleep. It might very well be the last chance I’d get.

“I’ll take you at this time tomorrow evening. Get some rest.” He advised, sympathy touching the edge of his voice. I swallowed and nodded, carefully lowering myself back to the bed. The feeling of the soft mattress below my body was barely enough to dull the edge of my frantic thoughts and even though it wasn’t really a surprise that he’d want to get this over and done with sooner than later, the thought of my impending death wasn’t as easy to swallow head on.

Jongin left with his leader, soft voice muttering out quiet complaints that dimmed in volume the further they got from the room and I dropped my head into my hands, breath coming in uneven and panicked bursts of air.

In the silence my hands curled into fists on either side of my face, tears brimming in my eyes. Without anyone other than the deathly silent Chanyeol in the room, the wall I’d haphazardly thrown up slipped and crumbled.

It had been a lot easier to look at Suho and bargain off my life than it should have been, and now I was spending my last twenty four hours locked in a room that wasn’t even mine, alone aside for a tall and lanky individual who couldn’t seem to decide whether he wanted to be nice to me or stay away.

Fear like I’d never known brought a half sob to my lips, which my own pride swallowed back down on a choke of air. In just over a day I would be forced into the hands of a man who had spent his whole life trying to get me in this exact position. No matter whether he killed me with his own hands on the spot tomorrow, or whether he got someone else to do the dirty work for him in some way later, going back to that house ensured my death.

Donghyuck didn’t like being threatened and he hated his choices being challenged and ignored. His authority was put at stake the moment I defied him, something he would only be able to right by putting me in my place publicly.

Warmth touched the back of my tightened hands, drawing me somewhat out of my frozen state and I looked up to find Chanyeol staring down at me with a carefully guarded expression. At some point the fear had turned to hot tears sliding down my cheeks which were now wet and he handed me the cloth he had been using earlier, barely able to hide the pity in his eyes.

“It can’t be that bad.” He said quietly. It wasn’t a question, but we both knew his words were nothing more than a shield for him to hide behind to escape the guilt he would otherwise feel. I let out a tiny laugh and shook my head, leaning away from him. It might have been too much to expect him to say something better, anything to ease the knot in my stomach.

He isn’t your friend. He doesn’t care about you.

But it was hard to believe he didn’t care when compassion lingered in his gaze, despite the fact he knew nothing about me other than that I’d caused both he and the rest of his friend’s issues. Maybe if we had met in some other way, or if I had been someone else, we could have been friends too that cared for and looked out for one another. But I couldn’t ignore the still tender aching of my ankle where he had ruthlessly injured me earlier, because he had to. The soft edge in his eyes wouldn’t last forever, just like Taeyong, he would hit a wall someday and lose something too important to continue and be the same. Someday hurting someone who stumbled into his home wouldn’t be something he regretted or even thought twice about. And he certainly wouldn’t care enough for the victim to help her when she passed out against him. If he lived long enough in this business, he would lose the beautiful smile and empathy and he would become a killing machine. If anything I was glad I wouldn’t be living long enough to see that. “You should rest.” The tone was disparate, he’d run out of anything else to say to fill the silence and I nodded tersely, stretching out miserably over his soft bed. Neither of us said anything more, we didn’t need to. Tomorrow I was going, he had no reason to make friends with a girl who was being sent to the slaughter house and I had no reason to be friends with the guy who smiled like a lost puppy.

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Chapter Six - Do You Smell Smoke?

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Babydoll and Lassie.

It was 12pm and Rissa had been cleaning from the moment she woke up until now. She didn't mind it though, it actually took her mind off of the Scottish male and what had happened between them the day before. Her head was so frazzled with all of the events that had taken place this week. Rissa couldn't believe all the things she had done since being in charming.. First nearly sleeping with Jax and then the whole shower situation with Chibs! It was so out of her character.. Especially considering she had only slept with one man in all the 27 years of her life... Elliot. Oh god, Elliot, she thought. He hadn't really crossed her mind much since she got here but now he had she felt uneasy. As much as she hated him for all of the abuse and manipulation she suffered with for years, she still loved him.. Rissa wished that her feelings for him would disappear so she could be free from him for good. But it wasn't that easy. That's what made him so dangerous. Chuckie placed a steamy hot cup of coffee on to the bar, ripping her out of her thoughts. "Oh, thanks, Chuck." Rissa said with a smile. He sat down beside her and stared at her in confusion. "Are you okay Rita?" Chuckie asked, making Rissa roll her eyes but laugh. Why couldn't he get her name right? It wasn't that hard, surely? "Rissa. And not really. I'm just a bit... Homesick, kinda." She told him, picking up her coffee and taking a couple sips of it. "I guess, reality has just hit me y'know? I've been in a bubble these past few days... And it seems to have suddenly popped." Chuckie listened to Rissa, nodding and taking in all of the information. He didn't really know much about her, or why she was here, he just knew the basics. That she ran away from home with Roxxie and was now seeking shelter here. "Sorry, i'm rambling.." Rissa let out an awkward laugh. "Thanks for the coffee. It's just what i needed." Chuckie gave the girl a smile before standing up and walked away. He thought it was best to leave her alone to relax for a bit. Rissa sat in silence, frozen and fragile. Being alone with her thoughts was the last thing she needed. And then just like that, the door opened and in walked Roxxie. It was a bit weird how she always showed up when Rissa needed her the most. "Man, it's hot out there today! We should be lyin' on a beach in our bikinis." Roxxie told her friend, taking off her sunglasses and bag and putting them down on the bar. She reached over and grabbed a half empty bottle of vodka and two glasses and then sat down beside Rissa. She poured two drinks of vodka and passed one down to her friend. "Cheers." Roxxie said, holding up her glass. Rissa just stared straight ahead, ignoring Roxxie. "Ris? What's goin' on? Are you okay?" Rissa let out a huge sigh, grabbed her drink and downed the vodka. The alcohol sent a burning sensation down her throat and she pulled a face at the taste. "I don't know." Was all she said. The red head girl leant closer and looked Rissa dead in the eye. "Talk to me." She told her friend. And so, Rissa explained everything on her mind. She talked about Elliot, her mom, Chibs, Jax, her life. She just ranted and ranted until she had nothing else to say. Roxxie listened to her friend and couldn't help but feel like it was all her fault. She knew that Elliot was dangerous, from working in his club, and she didn't bother to warn Rissa. Sure the pair were childhood sweethearts, but Roxxie should've told her friend about the man he really is. Rissa didn't, or still doesn't, know that Roxxie worked at his club. You see, Elliot is the owner of a famous nightclub in Redding called Ecstasy, that's all Rissa knew. But the thing was, Elliot had a secret club in the basement to Ecstasy where he sold drugs and weapons and had women stripping and prostituting themselves. Occasionally he would sell women who're illegal immigrants to his business partners but it was mainly the drugs and prostituting that he did. Roxxie became a stripper at age 17 because she didn't have enough money to survive on and Elliot 'kindly' welcomed her into his club. It was a better option than stealing and getting caught. The girl felt awful that Rissa had no idea about Elliot's secret criminal life as well as her own, but it was for her safety... But then again, look where it got them. "I'm sorry for being weak." Rissa's voice brought Roxxie out of her daze. "I just.. I don't know. I guess i just needed to get everything off my chest." She gave her friend a sympathetic smile. Roxxie wrapped her arms around Rissa, hugging her tight. "You aren't weak. You're stronger than anyone i know." She said, holding back her tears. "I love you so much, okay?" "I love you more, Rox." -- The girls had been talking for what felt like hours, they literally spoke about anything and everything. The bottle of vodka they were drinking was now empty and it was fair to say that they were pretty damn drunk. "More Alcohol princess?" Roxxie asked with a smirk. "The answer to that question is always yes." Rissa gave her bestfriend a huge grin before running around behind the bar and searching for a new bottle. She grabbed a fresh bottle of vodka and sat back down. "Right, this is how you correctly pour vodka... According to Chuckie." Rissa popped the lid off and poured the liquid into the two glasses. "Man, I've missed this... Just me and you. Nearing the wedding, we had no time together, it was like Elliot didn't want you to see me." The red head said with a sigh. Rissa looked down at her glass. "He didn't, he hated that we were friends..." Rissa was about to go on speaking but a voice interupted her. Somehow the drunken girls hadn't noticed the four males in the room. Tig's voice was the one that interupted her of course. "Fuck sake, Princess and Psycho are having a pussy power party, how cute." He rolled his eyes. "Come on lads, lets leave the girls to it." Chibs said as he was about to walk out the door. "NO. No no!" Roxxie shouted, patting the seat next to her. "The party is just getting started, join us." "Party? It's like four in the afternoon" Jax added with a chuckle. Rissa rolled her eyes. "Don't be a party pooper blondie, DRINK!" A drunk Rissa slurred. "Me the party pooper? Think that was Roxxie the other night hey darlin?" Jax winked at the brunette and her cheeks suddenly heated up. Thankfully Tig spoke up, changing the subject before things got weird. "You heard the girls." He took a seat next to Roxxie with a smirk on his face. The tall bearded male shook his head. "I'm gonna head home, Lyla is waiting. Enjoy guys." Everyone said bye to Opie as he left. Just as Jax was about to take the seat next to Rissa, she jumped up and walked over to her favorite memeber. "Hey Chibs, glad to see you with clothes on." She joked. "You sure about that Lassie? You wasn't complaining yesterday.." He smirked before walking behind the bar to get a drink. "Where is Kozik?" Roxxie asked in her drunken state, this angered Tig but he sure as hell didn't know why. "Hopefully dead." Tig said with a serious voice that everyone chose to ignore. The 5 of them spent a couple more hours drinking and chatting before the girls had to go nap off the alcohol. -- The sound of sirens made the people in the room turn their heads towards the windows and door. Clay looked over to Juice who stood up from the bar when seeing several cop cars and a fire engine pull up on their surveillance cameras. "We got company.." Juice announced. Rissa woke up with a jump when hearing the sirens. She nudged Roxxie to wake her up and the girls cluelessly looked around the room. The SAMCRO men stood up and crowded around the entrance, muttering and exchanging looks to each other. Roxxie grabbed hold of Rissa's hand and the girls gulped. Could this be for them? Suddenly in walked the new Sherrif, Eli Roosevelt, and a bunch of cops and firemen. "What brings you here?" Clay asked, placing his hands on his hips as he glared at the men. The new sherrif smirked and pushed past him, taking a look around the room. "We were just passing by. Doing our duties. And then we smelt smoke." The Sherrif turned to look back at Clay. "So we came to make sure you all were safe." It was obvious that that was not the reason for them to be here. Not only because they would've noticed if there was smoke, but it was well known that Sherrif Roosevelt had it out for SAMCRO. The man turned back around and stood in front of the wall of mugshots and let out a chuckle. He was impressed by the biker's confidence. "You made your point." Clay's voice was low and gruff. "Now it's time for you and the campfire girls to get out." He took a couple steps towards the Sherrif. Roxxie looked over at Tig who was stood with his hands balled into fists. He was ready to defend his Club if it came down to it. Roxxie gripped Rissa's hand, nervous as to what was about to happen. "Just do what you gotta do." Clay growled, sighing in annoyance. As much as he would love to beat the shit out of that man, he knew it would only make things worse. The Sherrif then walked over to the big wooden doors where SAMCRO would hold meetings in and put his hand on the wall. "Oh.. This, this feels warm." He said, looking over his shoulder at the men. "Might be electrical." He said giving the firemen a nod before taking an axe out of one of the men's hand. Roxxie's eyes widened, were they just gonna let them do that?! Oh hell no! "Hey, excuse me? What do you think you're doing?!" Roxxie let go of Rissa's hand and stomped over to the Sherrif. "My job." He replied, and then he swung the axe back and buried it into the wall of mugshots, making the pictureframes smash and crash to the ground. SAMCRO flinched as if they were the ones getting hurt and you could see that it took all of their strength in them not to fight back. Roxxie felt angry that they were acting like a bunch of pussies and decided to defend them instead. "HEY!" Roxxie yelled, running at the Sherrif and grabbing hold of the axe. "LET GO!" She screamed, yanking the axe towards her, trying to make the Sherrif lose his grip. But man, was he strong! "ROXXIE!" Clay's voice echoed throughout the Clubhouse, grabbing hold of her waist and trying to pull her away from the Sherrif. The Sherrif kicked Roxxie in her stomach, making her let go of the axe instantly and fall back against Clay. Roxxie grunted and groaned in pain, clutching her stomach. Clay steadied his niece and moved her out of the way to safety and then suddenly Tig started charging at the Sherrif and sending him flying back with an uppercut to his chin. And then shit kicked off. As soon as Tig started fighting the Sherrif, the cops started tackling the bikers and everyone in the room to the floor. SAMCRO fought back and soon enough a full on fist fight took place. Rissa was grabbed and thrown to the floor forcefully even though she was just standing and watching the scene. Chibs heard Rissa yelp and came running over. "Don't fuckin touch her, you bastard!" Chibs shouted, punching the cop straight in his nose, making him stagger backwards. He then crouched down and helped Rissa up off the ground. "I got you, lassie." He told her, bringing her into his arms and out of the way. "Rox, are you alright?!" Rissa asked her friend who had blood around her lips. Roxxie gave her friend a thumbs up. "I've been through worse." The red head replied, coughing up blood into her hands. The Sherrif managed to break away from the fight. "Alright, ALRIGHT! Enough!" The man yelled, making the fighting stop to look over at him. "We're done here. But you sons of bitches better watch your backs cus the next time i come here? I'm draggin' your asses back to Stockton." He warned, pointing directly at Clay. And then just like that, the cops and firemen exited the Clubhouse, leaving the place smashed and the people injured.

After the cops had left, a puzzled Chuckie walked into the trashed Clubhouse. "Sorry to bother you all.. But someone is on the phone for you Rita, they kept saying Rissa but I think they are confused." He told the brunette who was stood beside Chibs. Rissa rolled her eyes, she was really getting sick of being called Rita. "Okay thanks Chuck." She was confused as hell. Who could be ringing for her? Then she remembered she had gave the Teller-Morrow contact number to a girl she met at the store the other day. Once she got into the mechanic office she picked up the phone. "Hello?" All she heard on the other end was heavy breathing, until..."I know where you are Clarissa." It was him. It was Elliot.

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Can i request a scenario where the reader is a transfer student with a plant quirk that also makes roses pop out of her hair at the top if her head when she gets embarrassed or surprised. So when all of the boys find out, theyre trying to see who she likes the most by seeing if they can make a rose form and it does for Bakugo. That surprises everyone too because shes v timid and causes an accidental confession. Please make it extra fluffy! Thankyou! Sorry if its too complicated! ❤❤❤

I’m crying because this oc sounds so cute!!!! The first image I had in my head was of the spring sprite from Fantasia 2000

Bakugo Katsuki

“Bakugo, Kirishima, and Sero – Kill, fuck, or marry?”

The group explodes in outrage, half of them jumping up in anticipation and the other half shrieking and rolling around on the ground. Curfew had long past, but the six of you had sneakily gathered in the common room and somehow ended up in a tight circle around a glass bottle.

“Oi oi, Denki. You’re too much!” Mina chides before turning to reassure you. “You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to, y/n. These guys are idiots.”

That much was fairly obvious, Kirishima still flailing around like a fish out of water and Sero’s weak pleas for you not to answer evidence of that, but you couldn’t have asked for better friends. Because of them, transferring from your school over three hours away hadn’t been as terrible as you had expected it to be. Yes, you were sad to leave behind your friends, some of which you had known for years, but when you arrived at U.A., they were quick to welcome you into the BakuSquad. They’d all taken interest in your plant quirk which allowed you to manipulate different shrubbery at will and were even more fascinated to learn that your quirk was closely tied to your emotions. During your initial introductions, a pink rose had suddenly bloomed out the top of your head to everyone’s amazement. More importantly, what could have become an embarrassing memory turned into a funny story between you all, marking the start of a great friendship.

“Oh yeah!” Denki interjects, “If you choose to fuck them, it’s a one time thing, but if you marry them, you have to bang a minimum of once a week. Those are the rules.”

The unneeded clarification left you a little pink in the face, but somehow you managed to keep your quirk in check. Out of everyone in the room, only Bakugo hadn’t shown much reaction to Denki’s question, instead huffing in feigned disinterest and glaring off to the side. Despite the show he put on, the fact that he didn’t shut the discussion down right away was sign enough that he too was curious.

“In that case…. first… I’d fuck Shima-kun.”

Said male falls over twice as dramatically as the first time, clutching at his heart and on the brink of tears because I thought you were going to kill me, y/n. I really did TT. His over-the-top reaction keeps the air light and helps hide the fact that at your response, Bakugo’s eyes snap in your direction.

You notice it out of the corner of your eye and almost simultaneously you start to feel the beginnings of a new bloom at the crown of your head. The sensation only intensifies as Denki and Kirishima, now off the verge of death, excitedly urge you to continue.

“There’s only two more options left, y/n~~” Denki teases, “Who’s it gonna be?? You’re basically telling us who you like, you know~~~”

“Oh, um...” your face is on fire now, eyes everywhere but the harsh ruby gaze now solely focused on you. “T-then I’d marry...”

And suddenly there’s a small pop and a pink rose blooms on top of your head.

“I’d marry…. B-bakugo-kun.”

-

The next day, class 1-A starts gathered around Kirishima and Kaminari, both of whom sport matching black eyes and triumphant grins. Your sudden confession left Bakugo stunned and, in that moment, he blushed against his will. Anyone who values their life would have pretended not to notice, but the pair’s trolling knows no bounds. The night ended with Bakugo, thirsty for blood, chasing them around and out the room, bellowing death threats that would’ve made All Might shiver.

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What if I want it to be real?

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sunflowers by the windowsill: chapter 4

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