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allielu105 · 1 year

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Sons & Sisters Chapter 1- Sympathy for the Devil

(A/N: There will be use of sign language throughout the story. When a character is signing it will be marked using asterisk *like so*. This story also starts at the beginning of Season 4 of SOA)

Riding past the 'Welcome to Charming' sign Ryan sighed, they were almost home after the long run they had just made, her legs and back ached. The purple Dyna growled beneath her as they made their way into town, and even though she was not new to the club business, she was very aware of the amount of black market prescription drugs stowed in her hard saddlebags along with her sister's who surrounded her.

Charming was a decent town, as she came to learn over the last few months. Far different and much quieter than San Diego, but she was promised an Officers position if she assisted in chartering the new Charming Chapter of Medusas here.

At the sight of flashing lights her relaxed expression became stoney, even more so when she saw a line of Harleys stopped by the sheriff's department. The image of a reaper became clearer the closer they got.

Fresh out of prison the Sons of Anarchy sat on their bikes, the new Sheriff in town blocking the road.

The threat of taking their cuts had just left Roosevelt's lips when another group of bikes approached from the rear.

As they came closer Roosevelt waved them through the barricade. It was a group of women wearing black leather cuts, a patch of Medusa emblazoned on their backs.

They made their way past the Sons, the woman in front giving a curt nod to the Sheriff.

Even at the speed they were going Juice locked his brown eyes with a pair of green ones.

When the Sheriff finally let the Sons through they made their way to the clubhouse. Clay quickly called Chapel after a brief pause to be welcomed home by their friends and families.

After a few minutes of formalities and thanks, he looked to the members who weren't incarcerated with them, mainly Chibs.

"Who the hell were those bitches on the bikes?"

"Tha' would be the Medusas, they chartered their chapter here about six months ago."

Chibs answered in his thick accent

"They run the new tattoo parlor on Main Street."

"And?"

Clay asked, digging for more information.

"Dunno, they seem pretty clean. The Sheriff seems to be ok with 'em"

Clay paced for a minute before turning back towards his brothers.

"Jax, you and Juice go pay a visit to our new... business owners. See what you can find out."

His step son nodded looking towards Juice.

"We'll get it done."

The next afternoon the two men pulled up in front of the tattoo studio, 'Iron & Ink' written in delicate font across the front windows.

The soft tinkle of the bell above the door drew Devon's attention as the two Sons walked in. The dark skinned woman behind the front counter briefly looked them over before speaking to a woman sitting on a tattoo bench sketching.

"Ryan, get Petra."

The petite blonde looked up briefly at the men standing there, her eyes locking on a familiar pair of brown ones.

She gave a quick nod before abandoning her work and making her way into the back of the shop.

Juice watched her walk away in her black crop top covered by her cut and skinny jeans that seemed to hug her curves perfectly as her hips swayed with every step.

A swat to his chest from Jax pulled his attention away.

"Cut it out"

He murmured with a smirk after catching his brother openly staring.

A few moments later a woman with long dark hair emerged from the back, followed by two other women and Ryan.

As she stepped closer Jax could see the President patch sewn to the front of her cut.

"Mr. Teller"

Petra spoke with a surprising Southern accent, as the other women stood in a line behind her.

"I wondered when we would be getting a visit from the Sons."

"Well we've been a little....indisposed."

"Yes, we saw your little welcome home party yesterday."

"The new Sheriff in town felt the need to introduce himself."

"Oh Eli? He's a teddy bear, just trying to keep the riff raff out of Charming."

The corner of her lips tugged up in a smirk as she gave a pointed look at the two.

"Speaking of, when can I have a meeting with your President? Clay, correct?"

Jax squared his shoulders glaring at the woman. They came for a friendly visit, but the fact that she just openly called the Sons "riff raff" put a bad taste in his mouth.

Ryan stepped up beside her President, feeling the tension in the air. Juice watched as the small woman's body seemed to mimic that of Jax. That's when he spotted the Sgt at Arms patch on her chest, which oddly made her even more alluring.

"No meeting, just stay out of our way. You got that...Darlin?"

Jax almost growled, making 'Darlin' sound like an insult as they turned to walk out.

Petra stuck out her arm to stop Ryan from lunging forward.

"We'll see you soon Mr Teller."

As the doors closed behind the men Ryan turned to Petra using her hands she signed

*Want me to follow them?*

"No, you'll get to have your fun later."

Master List. Intro

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capaimagines · 3 years

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choi san - new beginnings

Pairing: Choi San x Reader | Genre: angst & fluff | Warnings: alcohol consumption, description of panic attack, mentions of blood and violence | WC: 1.8k

Request: Hi! I hope you both are well! Can you please write a fic where San is at the club with some friends and he sees some guys getting handsy with you and he knows you from class and steps in to help. Maybe the reader goes through a panic attack at the same time? I love your angsts!

In all honesty, it wasn't like you to go to a bar since you much preferred to stay in, especially when San had the occasional night off. You had met the ball of sunshine a year ago on your first day of classes. It didn’t take long for his smile to capture your heart and you two had quickly become friends. Although tonight, your group of friends wanted to hit the town and have a few drinks with their partners, which is how you found yourself now.

It wasn't too long into the night where you were all a few shots in and dancing it away on the dance floor. The two-piece black club dress that rarely ever saw the light of day was laying delicately over your body. The crop top showed off your toned stomach and the cute little belly piercing you had gotten a few weeks ago after losing a drinking game against Wooyoung. It left little to the imagination, but you didn’t care. The point was to let loose and have some fun tonight.

Your outfit didn’t keep wandering eyes off of you, much to San’s dismay. San was the kind of friend who was super over protective of you as his hands never left your waist and they didn't for the duration of the night unless he went to buy drinks or go to the bathroom. You could only roll your eyes at the stares. One of the biggest reasons you hated going out was because of the looks from hungry males, sometimes even females.

"You good, love?" He shouted over the music to which you nodded with a smile, not wanting to get him all worked up over nothing and cause a scene. You knew if he didn’t cause a scene, Yunho or Mingi would. You loved your group of friends dearly, but they were very protective over each other and each other’s partners. Like one small second family.

"Okay, I'm going to get a few drinks with the guys, we'll be back," He explained to which you moved closer to Wooyoung's girlfriend to continue dancing with her.

The boys smiled proudly at the two of you before moving off towards the bar. San did his best to watch you from afar, knowing that you didn't cope well for too long on your own in these kinds of settings, but of course, the moment his eyes come off yours, all hell breaks loose.

You and Wooyoung’s partner were having a grand time dancing together under the lights of the club. Flipping your hair, screaming out lyrics and just enjoying the few hours outside of studying and papers and work responsibilities.

It hadn't even been two minutes before a guy from earlier that you’d noticed had been watching you here and there made his way towards you, getting a little too close for comfort. At first you let it go, hoping it was an honest mistake. There were lots of people out on the dance floor and the space wasn’t big. It wasn’t uncommon for someone to accidentally brush up against you. But once his crotch was up against your ass and his hands on your waist you pulled away knowing it wasn’t just a mistake.

"Excuse me," You yelled over the music with narrowed eyes, "I'm sorry but I'm not interested,” Though that didn't seem to stop him as he only tried to get even closer.

Wooyoung's girlfriend felt uncomfortable herself, at the scene in front of her and especially when his hands were getting lower by the second. One look in your eyes told her you were about to either punch the dude in the face or start panicking. Giving you a look, she quickly ran off towards the bar in hopes of finding the boys.

"Woo!" She called out in a panic, Wooyoung tensing almost immediately as he pulled the shaking girl into his arms.

"What's wrong babe?" He questioned, hands patting her face in search of any injury.

"No, not me, but Y/N," She exclaimed, catching San's attention who stepped forward, "There's some guy getting all handsy with Y/N even after she asked him to stop. She looks as if she's about to freak San."

"Shit," San mumbled, placing his drink on the bar top and pushing people out of the way to look for you, the rest of the crew following behind.

It wasn’t hard to find you, you looked the most uncomfortable out on the floor. You were the only one that was trying to push someone away from you rather than pull them closer. San’s eyes narrowed and he saw red. It was painfully obvious to anyone—drunk or not—that you did not want this guy anywhere near you. But he also knew that while you were good at putting up a strong front, you weren’t good in these types of situations. Much to how you displayed yourself outwardly, inside you were very timid and preferred keeping your head down and out of drama.

San didn’t waste any time, striding confidently towards you. When you met his eyes, he saw you visibly relax. Casually throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you back, he sent a smirk towards the guy, “Sorry, but she’s taken. Doesn’t really seem like she wanted to be dancing with you anyways.”

The dude yelled something incoherent to your ears back and you gripped San’s wrist. You hated confrontation, it gave you anxiety as it would for most. You didn’t like how it felt that all the pairs of eyes in the club were now trained on you and San in the middle of the dance floor.

Someone gently pulled your shoulder and you saw Yunho with a warm smile, “Why don’t you go wait with the others, okay?” He whispered into your ear. You nodded and held onto him as he went to where he was pointing, but before you could you heard a thud and someone roar.

With wide eyes, you turned around to see that San had just punched the stranger in the center of his face. Blood was dripping down from the guy's nose, but San only readied himself as the man got back up. You felt your body start to tremble and breaths quicken. This isn’t what you wanted. This was supposed to be a fun, carefree night and now because of you, this was happening. You should’ve just danced with the guy for a few minutes. Then none of this would have happened.

“Y/N?” You could barely make out Seonghwa’s voice even though he was standing right in front of you, “Hey, hey. Let’s go outside. You’re okay,” He quickly escorted you out of the club and the cool early morning air hit your cheeks.

You immediately sunk to your knees, curling in on yourself and trying to calm your breathing, “Hey,” It was Wooyoung’s girlfriend. You two weren’t the closest, but you were closer with her than the others. Plus, she knew you hated these kinds of settings and situations too. Especially when it was your friends in the middle of it.

“Y/N, five things that are black,” She asked as she lifted your chin so you could look around at your surroundings.

“Your dress, my dress, my heels, your nails. The car,” She smiled at you and hummed in acknowledgement as she counted off with her fingers.

“Four things you hear,” She spoke up again and you closed your eyes, scrunching them shut tightly, “No, no!” She panicked, “Keep your eyes open!” You opened them again but honestly, all you could really hear was the blood rushing in your ears, “Four things, Y/N, stay with me,” Her stern voice broke through.

“You. A car horn. Music. Breathing,” She hummed in acceptance, “Three things you can feel. Tell me.”

“My dress is soft. And the sidewalk is cool. The air is cold too,” You shivered a little, feeling your breathing slowly coming down as you felt the concrete beneath your feet.

“Two things you smell.”

You crinkled your nose, really trying to concentrate, “That atrocious rose perfume you always wear. Grass.”

“Yah!” She teased, but she wasn’t actually offended. If you were starting to tease her, you were starting to feel better, “One thing you can taste,” At that moment, your body decided that it needed to release the gas in your stomach and you burped.

You cringed a little, “Tequila,” Wooyoung’s girlfriend laughed at you, squeezing your hand.

“You’re still shaking,” She murmured. You were, but not as bad as before. You were starting to get feeling back in your legs and feet and your head was a little clearer.

Before she could say anything else, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you and you instantly relaxed into them. It was San, “Y/N,” He breathed, “I’m so sorry. I was just so mad and he wasn’t listening and I just punched him!” You managed a short chuckle, squeezing his arm.

“It’s okay, San-ie. C-can we go back to someone’s dorm? I think I’ve had enough of the night life,” San smiled warmly at you and nodded his head, pulling his jacket off and wrapping it around your waist, “Of course, let’s go.”

Twenty minutes later all sixteen of you were gathered in Yunho and San’s small dorm room, squished together on the small couch and on the floor with eyes trained on the small TV screen. Jongho had picked some corny old horror flick to watch and was spending the time making commentary about everything that was becoming a comedy rather than a horror flick.

San still had his arm wrapped around your shoulders and you were settled comfortably into his side. You were glad he was okay, but you still felt bad that this whole ordeal happened to begin with, all because of you. He nudged your head and smiled at you, “I know what you’re thinking,” He murmured low enough for only you to hear, “It’s not your fault, so don’t think that,” You smiled at him and hummed in acknowledgement.

“Hey, Sanshine,” You said quietly, using the nickname you had been calling him for over a year now. He looked down at you and you felt your cheeks heat up, “Thank you, for helping me,” You muttered and he chuckled, pinching your cheek.

“So cute,” He cooed, “Just call me your knight in shining armor. I’ll always save you,” He winked playfully.

You giggled a little and then went back to listening to Jongho and Hongjoong bicker about being silent for the rest of the time, “Well, I think you’re cute too,” You said and San tensed a little.

That was the first time you had ever seen his cheeks so red and you just hoped to have more chances to make him blush.

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babyboyblasty · 3 years

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CHAPTER 9:

In the end it was Mina who had to take one for the "greater good" and promise to delete /all/ (and it was a lot) of her girl Kacchan pictures in order for Bakugou to agree to let them doll him up for the mall. The pink skinned girl had pouted when Bakugou made the bargain but agreed nonetheless because to hell she was missing out on this once in a lifetime opportunity.

"You have to let us do /and/ dress you however we want though, okay? That's the deal" Uraraka reminded and Bakugou rolled his eyes with a 'tch', crossing his arms over his chest.

"As long as you don't make me look stupid, do what you want. Let's get this over with" Bakugou grumbled and the girls squealed. Mina and Hagakure immediately started digging through their combined pile of clothing they each took from their own closets and piled up on Bakugou's bed. Mina had a bunch of animal print and vibrant, loud clothing that just screamed 'look at me' while Hagakure's was a bit more simple but still very girly and cute. Bakugou was dreading what they were going to dress him in.

Kirishima waved goodbye to the girls and they all thanked him for helping them move their things to Bakugou's dorm. Not only were they dressing him but they also brought over their own things to get ready in his room too (they were dressing in their own rooms though). There were makeup bags on his desk, straighteners and curling wands plugged in as they helped do each other's hair, etc. It looked like a disaster zone as pinky and invisible girl dug through their things and carelessly threw them on the floor as they looked for what to put on Bakugou while simultaneously also looking for an outfit for themselves.

"I'll be doing your makeup, Bakugou-san. Do you have something in mind?" Momo smiled sweetly as she sat down in front of him, placing her makeup bag on her knees. Momo by no means considered herself a makeup guru but she did know a thing or two from watching videos and practicing on herself.

"Do whatever you think will look best on me" was all the blonde said and Momo gave him a nod. Based on his facial features already, Momo didn't need to do much. His skin was flawless already so she wouldn't need to do any spot treatments for acne or blemishes. Any eye bags were close to nonexistent too. Bakugou obviously took very good care of himself. All in all, Momo didn't think Bakugou even needed any makeup to appear stunning so something minimal just to make his best features pop out would be the way to go. Momo took a cute bunny headband to push his hair back and out of the way while she applied a sheer tinted moisturizer to his face. She started off with brows then moved on to a light pink/peach eyeshadow look with a small wing. Blush and a tinted lip balm for a coral wash of color was her next move. Cherry flavored. After that all that was left was mascara to make his lashes longer and fuller and a subtle highlighter for a dewy look. His makeup was kept to a minimum to make his natural beauty pop and if it was possible Bakugou looked even prettier than before.

"Wooow" Momo heard from behind her and turned to see Mina, Ochako, Jirou, and the rest of the girls looking over Momo's shoulder at Bakugou in awe. The blonde had his eyes closed since Momo had been applying a bit of highlighter on his lids so he opened them and looked at the girls with a raised eyebrow. For once Mina had nothing to say as she just appreciated the sight of her friend looking like an angel instead of an angry pomeranian for once.

"You did good, Yaomomo" Ochako broke the silence, one side of her head straightened while the other was still curved, the straightener still in her hand. They all agreed, each asking the black haired girl if she could do their makeup next. Momo blushed a bit under the praise of her friends and of course agreed to help them with their makeup.

Bakugou took out his phone to open the front camera and look at himself. He smirked a little. "Not bad, Ponytail" he looked up. Even he knew he looked good.

Momo smiled brightly. "There honestly wasn't much to do. You're already so pretty, Bakugou-san, so I only had to do a few things" she explained.

"Oi Blasty! Look what we have for you!" Mina and Hagakure both came forward with two articles of clothing. "Try them on!"

He took them. One was white and the other pink. "Fine" he mumbled, no other choice but to agree, and went into the bathroom attached to his dorm. He got undressed quickly out of his school uniform and put on what they picked out for him. The top was a white, layed, ruffled, off the shoulder crop top. The bottoms were a pair of high waisted, wide leg magenta shorts that sort of looked like a skirt if he kept his legs together. The combination wasn't bad and as he exited the bathroom, Mina gasped, putting her hands over her mouth like the drama queen she was.

"You look so good, Bakubabe!!! Here, I got these from my room just now. I think they'll pair well with that outfit" she smiled and grabbed some tan sandals with an ankle strap and a small heel. Bakugou took them and sat down to put them on. After that all they had to do was his hair. They didn't really do much but just brush it and add some product to make it fluffy and softer (which Bakugou definitely did not make a note of to remember and buy later). Hagakure spritzed him with a sweet smelling perfume and then he was done. By that point most of the girls had picked up their things and left to change clothing except for Mina who was changing in his bathroom since all her clothes were in his room already and Jirou who was already dressed looking like every girl's e-girl dream aesthetic.

Once she was done, Mina texted the class group chat to check if everyone was ready and that they'll be meeting in the common room in ten minutes so they can head over to the mall together. "We'll see you in a bit, Bakubabeeee" Mina waved him goodbye and she and Jirou left to their own rooms. Once they were gone Bakugou laid back in his bed to rest and mentally prepare himself for the rest of the day. After eight minutes he heard a knock and went up to answer it.

"Hey are you rea- oh" Kirishima's mouth snapped shut as he just stared down at Bakugou with red cheeks and wide eyes.

"Oh?" Bakugou tsked, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. "That all you have to say?" The blonde was just joking but Kirishima immediately shook his head no.

"No! I mean- I.. you.. you look good. Very manly" he smiled nervously and Bakugou rolled his eyes with a snort. ‘Darn it’ Kirishima cursed himself for getting so awkward and not coming up with something better. It was like he was going back to his middle school self.

"Yeah whatever. Let's go, shitty hair" Bakugou grabbed his phone and room key card then locked the door behind him and started going to the elevator to go down to the common room with a strangely quiet Kirishima next to him. ‘What's up with him?’ he thought to himself.

Next to Bakugou, Kirishima's head was going a mile a minute. Every rom com movie he's ever watched with Mina was flashing through his mind right now and he kept imagining himself and his best buddy in the main characters' positions. Him picking Bakugou up by the waist, their hair moving in the wind while his open button up flew behind him like a cape. Him shielding Bakugou from the harsh sun while he enjoyed a popsicle snack (spicy mango is his favorite). Him tucking a flower behind Bakugou’s ear. Him kneeling down to buckle the strap on his sandal when it came loose. Glancing over at the blonde when they were in the elevator going down to the first floor, Kirishima smiled shyly but then looked away with a frown when he realized he was royally 100% screwed.

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#bakubowl #fanfic #boku no hero academia #bakugou x everyone #bnha #gender bender #temporary fem!bakugou #fem!bakugou #bakugou centric #BAKUBOOBS!?!

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savoryyyy · 2 years

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January,

We decided to go to San Nicolas Baywalk, I'm with my cousins and uncle that day, we ate lomi and some street foods, and we also tried to ride a bike too.

February,

The month I tried to enter the role play world (again) also known as RPW or fake world. I tried to be a random writer there. And I succeeded, I gained some followers but not that many. After I finished my poetry, I always post it on my dummy account or rpa (role play account). I have so many co-writers and friends there, but after almost 4 months I decided to leave and delete my account because I have a lot of schools works to do. I can't manage my time doing school works and writing poetry and stories. I'm still thinking about recovering that account or maybe making a new one, I want to go back and write again. I do appreciate those people who motivate me and help me to keep going, some of them are not toxic unlike here haha.

March,

I started to save some random templates, I always use those pictures for my activity and assignments.

April,

We celebrated my mom's birthday and went to church.

May,

That's our first time eating lomi at AA's lomihan, ngl I really like their food.

June,

Trying my new crop top that I bought from shopee, it's nice and comfortable to wear.

July,

That day I went to McDonald's by myself. I enjoyed being alone, it feels so very peaceful HAHAHA I also listen to music using my headset while eating chicken fillet.

August,

So uhm that day I got my certificate and my medal.

September,

I'm so happy that month because yk who's not gonna be excited and happy when it's your birth monthhhhh! I celebrated my birthday with my family and it goes very well.

October,

I will never forget this month. I think it's an activity or something HAHAHA if I'm not mistaken we need to make our 18th birthday card invitation, it depends on us what theme we'll make. Mine is kinda giving killer vibes lmao.

November,

I became an editor and a supporter of Hoshin. I admire him. He's soft-hearted, kind, and very sweet to his beloved fans. He appreciates our edits for him Aaaah so sweet. He noticed me too, many times!!

December,

My favorite month HAHAHA. Overall, I received 3k+ and I'm thankful for that. We celebrated Christmas with joy, happiness, and excitement. I'm thankful too because we're complete and healthy.

#2021 memories #January - February

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love-is-a-promisse-blog · 6 years

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2:48

You lookin at Atilla

The psychopathic killer, the caterpillar

Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until

Especially when your favorite rapper isn't even half as ill

A savage still, the tracks a banana peel, attack of the silverback gorilla

You havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'

Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in half

And then had shit hangin' by a flap of skin

After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again

Pad to pen I’m batty like eyelids when they're blinkin' a lot

You copy me, but you're not

You can't be butterflies

My offspring's are just moths

If I see that thing, I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off

So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall, set the sprinklers off

Like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah, 'til the shingles come off the roof

We'll shatter the ceilings

Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft

Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk

And the language I speak is my mind

Kingpin and Penguin combined

Spit like it's King of the Dot

A singular thought I'd think I would help you distinguish

A brother from the cream of the crop

Wait a minute, hold up

Like a flash card

Damn dog, is that copyin', or payin' homage?

It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler

My dad is your grandfather

I have to rehatch on you

Come back as black wasp

Half yellow jacket, you can't swat a

Sasquatch dancin' on top of a Ant,

Trample it and stomp it, smash it and stand on it

Dammit, I can't stop it

The rap is a vag and I can't stop goin' in like a tampon in this bitch

It's is manslaughter

Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods

In fact you're exact opposites

You make a wack song, and can't hold a candle

But even Daniel-san wax off, you jack-offs

Need to come to grips, like a hand job

The boom bap is back with an axe to mumble rap

Lumberjack with a hacksaw

Number one, but my pencils are number two 'cause that's all I do with 'em

Poop is my pseudonym

On the john like a prostitute when I droppin' a deuce and

When I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements

These beats are like my saloons

'Cause these bars always got my stools in 'em

And I don't need Metamucil to loosen them

Bitch it is real like I pooped Jerusalem

I'm 'bout to go spin another cocoon

And I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb and I'm bustin'

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