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faithshouseofchaos · 2 months

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Our baby girl— Dad!Mick Schumacher x reader

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Mick wanted to go home but he would never say that out loud but that didn’t stop him from thinking it. You were going to go into labor any day now and Mick didn’t want you to go through that alone. Mick sat at his monitor in his garage staring at one of the many ultrasound photos he had of his unborn baby girl. Mick was like a Mother Hen he saw to your every need and constantly worried about you. Which was understandable because he was a new dad and he didn’t want you to exhaust yourself even if his mom and sister were there at home to help you with your every need.

Mick didn’t even notice that the camera panned over to him as the commentators were talking about the soon to be dad. Once Mick finally noticed he laughed and pulled out a piece of paper and wrote “I can’t wait to go home” in capital letters and that gave everyone a laugh.

Mick smiled at the people on the TV screen knowing that they saw the message he wrote "I can't wait to go home". Mick was excited about meeting his daughter but now felt guilty about leaving you alone. Mick went back to staring at the ultrasound photos on the screen wondering why the time was going so slowly. He wanted to be home next to you.

So when the WEC race ended Mick shot up from his chair, gathered his things and headed to the airport to catch his flight home. Mick rushed through the airport to get home to you. Mick couldn't get out of his thoughts. Mick's heart was beating out of his chest and he couldn't stop thinking about you and how much he couldn't wait to hold his baby girl. Mick was determined to be home in no time at all.

After a very long flight, Mick finally made it back home and walked in the front door. Mick felt a nervous excitement in his stomach hoping that you were still awake when he got there. Mick wanted nothing more than to hold you and your unborn baby girl.

When Mick got home he could smell something cooking in the kitchen. Smiling to himself he wandered into the kitchen and saw you at the stove cooking.

“Meine Liebe what are you doing?” Mick asked to see you in the kitchen.

You had direct orders from your doctor to stay in bed and to take it easy.

Mick's face lit up when he saw you cooking. He quickly walked over to the stovetop and turned the heat off. Mick looked at you with a worried expression. "You shouldn't be standing much less cooking. The doctor said you're supposed to be resting." Mick said as he came to your side.

"I know, but I'm bored and I'm hungry," you replied.

"Okay, so let me cook for you. You should be resting." Mick pulled you gently away from the stove and wrapped his arms around you.

He looked down at you and kissed your lips gently hoping that you wouldn't protest. "I know you're bored but I don't want you doing too much. our baby is coming any day now and I don't want anything to happen to either of you." Mick said in a tender tone.

"I know, but I'm fine, really. Nothing's happening right now so I decided I might as well do something productive." You laughed softly but then coughed from the exertion. Mick immediately looked concerned.

"Please sit down," said Mick softly. "Let me get you a drink, and then I'll make you something. I'm not going to just sit here watching you cook when I know you're supposed to be resting. I don't want anything to happen to you or the baby."

You smiled at Mick as you sat down at one of the kitchen chairs. "Okay, fine. You're right, I shouldn't be doing too much. I just want to keep busy, you know." Mick poured you a glass of water and brought it over to you.

"I know, but you're not doing yourself or the baby any good trying to keep busy. Just relax and let me take care of you. I can't stand to watch you push yourself." Mick placed the water down in front of You.

You took a sip of water and smiled at Mick. "Okay, fine. I'll try and relax. But it's not easy." Mick sat down next to you and leaned over and put his arm around you.

Mick pulled you gently against him, giving you a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Just relax. I promise that I'll watch over you until the baby's here." Mick felt your hand on his chest and held it gently.

You smiled at Mick's comforting tone. "I know you will." You leaned your head against his chest and closed your eyes. "I'm just ready for this baby to be here. I'm tired of being pregnant."

Mick laughed softly and tightened his hold around you. "I know, I know. But we don't have much longer now. The doctor said you're almost to your due date." Mick planted a kiss on top of your head and ran his fingers through your hair.

You smiled and moved slightly to get more comfortable. "I can't believe we're going to have a baby soon. I can't wait to hold her in my arms." You thought about all the times you felt her kick inside your womb and could already tell she was going to be wild like her dad.

Mick laughed at your comment. "Oh, she is going to be a handful, that's for sure." Mick gently caressed your stomach with his hand. "I'm really looking forward to being a dad. I know, I know, I'm going to be a little over protective."

You smiled and looked up at Mick as he talked about being a father. "I think it's sweet that you're going to be overprotective. I think you're going to be a great dad." Mick pulled you closer to him, gently rubbing your back.

“Your like a Mother hen” you tell him.

Mick chuckled and his hand tightened around you. "I'm probably just going to be annoying at first. I'm going to be so worried about your and the baby that I'm just going to hover over you all the time."

You laughed softly and leaned your head against Mick's chest. "I don't mind it. Besides, you're already being annoying." You said in a playful tone. Mick squeezed you gently and pulled you close to him so that you were almost in his lap.

Mick laughed quietly at your comment. "I can't help it, I'm just so excited to see my baby girl. I can't wait to spoil her." Mick kissed the top of your head and leaned down a bit so he could rest his head on top of yours.

"I know, but you can't spoil her too much now." You smirked at Mick, who was now laying his head on top of yours. "Are you tired, my love?" He asked.

"I'm a bit tired, but I'm happy." You closed your eyes again and let out a sigh. Mick kissed the top of your head again.

Mick moved his hand gently around you as he rested his head on top of your chest. "That's my girl. Just relax. I'm not going anywhere and you need to rest." Mick wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him.

You smiled and leaned into Mick's embrace. You felt tired, but you also felt safe and protected by Mick's presence. Mick was always taking care of you, watching over you, and protecting you, and right now you felt more secure than ever in his arms.

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autisticlancemcclain · 9 months

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Keith comes over for Lance’s fifteenth birthday. Hunk is still in Hawaii, but he Skypes, and the three of them talk for two hours. It’s nice.

After Hunk hangs up, Lance decides he wants to make his own birthday cake. Keith decides he wants to help. Neither of them have ever baked by themselves before, but they figure it can’t be too bad.

And it isn’t – they make their way to Wal-Mart, buying six boxes of Betty Crocker’s yellow cake mix, because they don’t know if the box is telling the truth and it really does make a whole cake, so they figure a few extra boxes won’t hurt. They also buy eleven cans of icing, along with a bunch of blue food dye and sprinkles.

The next thing they do is try to put everything together. (They do, at this point, realise they have way too much shit. They only end up using two boxes for the cake, and one to eat the batter. And Lance will take no criticism on that – cake batter is fucking delicious.) That goes pretty well, too – they measure the ingredients and mix ‘em together. Easy. They even remember to grease the pan.

The… troubles, so to speak, come when they pop the cake in the oven and set a timer. Lance hoists himself up to sit on the counter while Keith does the dishes, because Lance is the Birthday Boy™ and is thus exempt from chores.

“In what world does being alive on a certain day mean you don’t have to do dishes,” Keith grumbles. Lance sticks out his tongue.

“In this world, where I am currently Queen of the Day, and you are subservient to me. Scrub the dishes in silence, mullet.”

Lance watches as the challenge visibly sparks up Keith’s spine. He straightens immediately, hands stilling. The sounds of scrubbing cease. Keith turns slightly to him, eyes dark and narrowed.

Lance gulps. He’ll deny it until his dying breath, but something stirs in his gut.

“What was that?” Keith asks carefully.

Lance has never been one to back down, even when he’s knee-deep in a pile of trouble. Especially not to Keith’s bitch ass, as objectively attractive as it may be.

“I said chop chop, get to work.”

Keith moves so fast he’s practically a blur. Water splashes everywhere, but Lance hardly notices. He’s too busy shrieking at the top of his lungs and vaulting over the counter. He sprints up the stairs, on all fours like an animal.

“Someone’s never seen a horror movie,” Keith growls, voice closer than Lance thought he was, and Lance chants in his head that it is not hot, it’s not, it’s lame and stupid and horrible and Keith is the worst. He is.

Lance finally makes it up the stairs and tears down the hallway, swinging into Veronica and Rachel’s bathroom and slamming the door shut milliseconds before Keith can follow him in. He turns the lock, panting heavily as the adrenaline hammers through his veins. The doorknob jiggles for a few seconds, as Keith turns the handle, but then stops abruptly. Footsteps fade as Keith walks away. Lance narrows his eyes. Since when does Keith give up so easily? (Once, Lance lied and said that he’s never once posted an embarrassing picture online and he has been carefully curating his online image his whole life. Keith pulled an all-nighter tracking down his old Tumblr account from when he was 11, and he didn’t even have his name on that thing. To this day Lance has no fucking clue how Keith found it, and lives with the constant shame that Keith has seen a picture of him posing in his room at like 3 in the morning, in front of his old Naruto poster, crossing his eyes and sticking out his tongue with the caption ‘im SO random XO RAWR XP’. If he thinks about the situation too much he feels like crawling into the nearest ditch and letting nature take him, so he shoves it quickly out of his mind, because it is his Birthday and he refuses to feel shame on his birthday.)

Suddenly the footsteps return, rapidly this time, and the handle jiggles again. A mounting horror washes through Lance as he remembers, abruptly, that the locks in his house are weird and every single one of them can be opened from the outside with a coin. Lance barely has time to even squeak before the door slams open and Keith comes barrelling through, colliding with him and sending them both tumbling to the floor. By the time Lance orients himself again, Keith is straddling him, pinning his shoulders to the ground and smirking at him.

“Who’s queen now, huh?” he taunts.

Lance swallows.

He swallows again.

He desperately prays his cheeks aren't as red as they feel, but he doubts God loves him that much.

“What’s the matter?” Keith asks, leaning closer. “Cat got your tongue?”

Lance isn’t even sure his brain is still working, let alone his fucking tongue. All he can feel is the length of Keith’s body pressed against his, the tensing of his muscles as he pins him down, the borderline fucking smoulder in Keith’s expression, two inches from his face –

A shrill beeping noise makes them both jump. They look around, then look at each other. What the hell is –

“Is that the smoke detectors?” Keith asks, and then they look at each other in horror.

“The cake!” they yell at the same time, and quickly untangle from each other and sprint back downstairs to the kitchen. The stove is billowing grey smoke, and a lot of it. Lance grabs a dishtowel and starts waving it back and forth, hoping to dispel some of it.

“Open the windows!” he shouts, and Keith rushes to comply. While he does that, Lance holds the towel in front of his face, slipping on an oven mitt with his other hand, and carefully opens the oven door. More smoke blows in his face, and he coughs, eyes burning. He blinks to clear them, and sighs in relief when he doesn’t see any flames. He carefully grabs the glass baking dish.

“Can you open the back door?” he asks. “I’m gonna set this outside, see if that clears the smoke a bit.”

Keith nods, and Lance rushes over to set the pan down on the concrete stairs. Luckily, the glass doesn’t crack. They go back inside, closing the screen door behind them, and take a moment to stare in hopeless silence at the hazy kitchen in front of them.

“So much for that cake,” Keith says.

“Mamá is going to kill me,” Lance breathes. “I am going to die at fifteen.”

Keith grimaces. “Maybe we can scrape off the burnt parts?”

Lance thinks back to the block of char currently sitting in the backyard, and imagines him and Keith with a butterknife each, desperately scraping off the black in a vain attempt to find even a sliver of edible cake before Mamá gets back from work, and the image is so ridiculous he bursts out laughing. Keith was already cracking up a little at his own damn suggestion, and loses it when Lance doubles over. That’s how Mamá finds them, in a smoke-filled kitchen, leaning on each other, struggling to breathe from both their laughter and all the fucking smoke.

“Lance, must you make a mess every time you have a friend over,” she sighs, and Keith and Lance just laugh harder.

“You and Keith are cleaning this kitchen from top to bottom. No exceptions. I don’t care if it’s your birthday, or that Keith’s a guest. He’s here enough that that’s hardly true, anyway. Dios.”

She walks away muttering, and Lance doesn’t even correct her about his and Keith’s friendship status. He finds that he truly doesn’t want to.

To be fair, Keith is about to spend the next couple hours helping him scrub the kitchen after they basically set it on fire. That’s something friends do, he’s sure.

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x-emeraldsky-x · 1 month

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Sasuke pressed his index finger to his lips, looking up at Sakura from where he sat. She continued to cut ingredients for dinner, noticing his gaze after a few minutes. He averted his eyes, cheeks dusted a light pink. He tried to play it off by resting his chin on his hand, but Sakura new this game all too well.

His indirect question was answered with a gentle kiss, the taste of cucumber and capsicum tingling off Sakura's lips. She's always had a habit of snacking on her cooking ingredients. He brought his hand to the back of her neck to deepen the kiss, subsequently stopping her weak attempt to pull away. Sakura obliged in his desire until her back strained from leaning. She nipped his lip, causing him to yelp, and made her escape during his distraction.

"How about after I cook dinner, hm?"

Sasuke pouted. He wanted her now, and his desire for her outweighed any desire to wait, but there was promise in her voice. Promise that after cooking, she'll take him to their bedroom and pin him down. And for that, Sasuke would wait a lifetime if he needed to.

He watched her closely, every small tense of her muscular arms made him want to be held, the short glances of her eyes made him want to be seen, and the gentle grip of her hands made him want to be touched. Every second he spent staring, the more he sat wanting.

Sakura finished chopping and turned to the stove, a pan already oiled and heated waiting for her. Sasuke shifted the chair to see better, marvelling at how unphased she was when the oil splashed on her arm when the ingredients went in.

Part of him felt silly for finding such small things so amazing, but the growing impatience pushed the thought to the back of his mind.

He watched her swirl the vegetables with a wooden spoon, taking note of her concentration and technique. Sasuke felt a pang of jealously in his chest, even though it was just a pan and spoon. He wanted her focus on him.

Sasuke stood from his chair and shuffled next to her, looking up at her and resuggesting his advance.

This time, however, Sakura didn't pull her gaze to him, she didn't lean in nor did she pause what she was doing. Sasuke pulled himself closer, placing himself in her periphery.

"Sakura," he started. His words turning into mumbers the more he spoke. "Please... please kiss me."

Sakura hummed, finally catching his presence. It took her a moment to process his words, and she laughed a little once she did.

"You're too cute," she said, tilting her head forward and chuckling. "Last one."

Sasuke connected their lips impatiently, gripping Sakura's qipao tightly in his hand to pull her closer. Sakura caved to his desires until the smell of burning zucchini broke their kiss.

She worked quickly to try and correct the error, hoping the slight char wouldn't affect the overall dish too badly. In the end, though, it was only for them. Sakura would eat anything put on the table, and Sasuke would eat anything Sakura prepared for him, so nothing would be wasted.

Sasuke slowly pulled away despite his desires, giving Sakura some room to move. He returned to his chair and went back to watching her, licking his lips to savour the taste of her lip balm. An off vanilla taste that mixed poorly with onion and pepper. He loved it regardless, mostly because it came from her.

As the clock ticked by and the pops of the oil slowed, Sakura's gentle humming came into ear. It was an unfamiliar tune, something from Naruto's interests he assumed, but it was soothing. She often hummed like this during her tasks, the house was rarely quiet because of it.

Sasuke didn't mind it either. Like this, everything was cozy and warm. Calm despite the nature of the Hidden Leaf and it's prized medical ninja. It had become home after all those years away, and in the end, Sasuke didn't mind waiting if it was like this.

His eyes slowly fluttered shut as he listened, almost slipping into sleep then and there. About fifteen minutes left until dinner was ready and he'd have her full attention. About fifteen minutes of hearing her hum.

They were fifteen minutes he didn't mind at all.

#sakura uchiha #uchiha sakura #sakura haruno #haruno sakura #sasuke uchiha #uchiha sasuke #sakura x sasuke #sakusasu #sasusaku #naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto post war #pre sarada era #mini fic

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miris-secret-files · 9 months

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What fandoms / characters am I writing for ? ⚜

This is NOT an EXHAUSTIVE list, I just put the ones that came to my mind. If you have any idea with a character which is not here just ask me 🥰

I write mostly everything with the proper tags and TW of course 👀

⚠ Keep in mind I'm an anime watcher so I hope y'all requests won't spoil me the rest of the animes / mangas. But everything that is here I've watched entierly unless the animes that aren't updated yet ⚠

My Hero Academia 🌟 :

Katsuki Bakugo 💥

Shoto Todoroki 🧊🔥

Izuku Midoriya 💚

Eijiro Kirishima 💎

Denki Kaminari ⚡

Hitoshi Shinso 💜

Tamaki Amajiki 🥔

Neito Monoma 🃏

Dabi 🔥💙

Tomura Shigaraki 🧤

Overhaul 🐦🟣 ( yes it's a lot 😂 )

Naruto 🍥🍜 :

Kakashi Hatake ⚡📕

Naruto Uzumaki 🍥🍜

Sasuke Uchiwa 🌀

Shikamaru Nara ♟

Neji Hyuga 👀💢

Gaara ⚱ 🏜

Iruka Umino 🥡

Yamato 🌳🎧

Deidara 👅

Itachi Uchiwa 🧛‍♂️

Orochimaru 🐍

Tobirama Senju 🌁

Madara Uchiwa 🐝

Hashirama Senju 🌳

Death Note 📓:

L Lawliet 🔍

Light Yagami 📓

Attack on Titan - Shingeki no Kyogin ⚔ :

Levi 🧼 🧽

Demon Slayer - Kimetsu no Yaiba 🗡:

Giyu Tomioka 🌊

Tanjiro Kamado 🎴

Muichiro Tokito ☁

Obanai Iguro 🐍

Tengen Uzui 🧧

Inosuke Hashibira 🐗

Sanemi Shinazugawa 🍃

Genya Shinazugawa 🔫

Zenitsu Agatsume ⚡

Muzan Kibutsuji 🕺

Hunter x Hunter 🃏 :

Chrollo Lucifer 🎼

Feitan Portor 🌂

Irumi Zoldyck 📍

Meruem ♟

Kurapika 👀

Mashle : Magic And Muscles 🧙‍♂️ :

Mashle Burnedead 💪

Spy X Family 🕵️‍♂️🔎 :

Loid Forger 🔫

Yuri Briar 🕵️‍♂️

Tokyo Revengers 🏍 :

Manjiro Sano - Mikey 👊

Ken Ryuguji - Draken 🐉

Keisuke Baji 🍇

Takemichi Hanagaki ⚡

Chifuyu Matsuno 🥡

Marvel Cinematic Universe 🏹⚔🔫 :

Bucky Barnes 🦾 ( my husband lol )

Steve Rogers 🛡

Peter Parker 🕷 🕸 ( the 3 😂 )

Quicksilver 🏃‍♂️ ( the Xmen version of Peter that is )

Loki Laufeyson 🗡

Steven Grant aka Marc Spector in Moon Knight 🌙

X-Men 👨‍🦽 :

Peter Maximoff 🏃‍♂️💨

The Maze Runner 🏃‍♂️ :

Newt 🍊

Thomas 🏃💨

Stranger Things 📷 :

Jonathan Byers 📷

Teen Wolf 🐺 :

Stiles Stilinski 🥍

Jordan Parrish 🔥

Assassination Classroom 🐙🔪 :

Karma Akabane 🧨

Gakushu Asano 🖋

Tadaomi Karasuma

Nagisa Shiota 🐍

The Umbrella Academy ☂ :

Five Hargreeves ☂

Celebrities ✨ :

Sebastian Stan 🥜

Dylan O'Brien ✨

Descendants 🎀 :

Harry Hook 🏴☠️

Miraculous Ladybug 🐞 :

Adrien Agreste aka Black Cat 🐈

Maleficient 🧙‍♀️ :

Diaval ( you know the raven 😂 )

Once Upon A Time 🧚‍♀️ :

Jefferson aka the Mad Hatter 🎩 ( yes that's Sebastian Stan )

Peter Pan 🌳 ( he's the vilain of the show lol )

Harry Potter 🧙‍♂️ :

Draco Malfoy 🍏

Oliver Wood 🧹

Tom Riddle 💎

Neville Longbottom 🌿

Fantastic Beasts 🦉 :

Newt Scamander 🦉

Twilight 🧛‍♂️🍎 :

Edward Cullen 🧛🍎

The New Mutants 🎴 :

Sam Guthrie 🎴

Encanto 💃🎉 :

Camillo Madrigal 💃🎉

Rise of the Guardians ❄ :

Jack Frost ❄

Fresh :

Steven Kemp 🍖

Masterlist ⚜

Rules For Requesting ✅

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sasusakucoded · 5 months

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Sasuke and Sakura receive separate invitations with the same contents:

Greetings!

To: Sasuke/Sakura-chan

Where: The usual place

When: On Sunday

What: Annual fireworks display

Strictly: No other person allowed (including kids and pets)

RSVP: ___

Signed,

Uzumaki Naruto (official stamp)

7th Hokage, Hidden Leaf

Sasuke: He's really using the village's resources for silly letters like this. *folds it back*

Sakura: *laughs* Let him be! Hmmm. I thought we can bring Sarada with us.

Sasuke: Yeah. Even here he set rules. Let's bring Sarada to another festival with fireworks instead.

Sakura: Yeah. Give me your card for the RSVP then I'll send it back.

Sasuke: Too much of a hassle for something so simple. *shakes his head*

Sakura: I can feel the Team 7 spirit as early as now. *laughs*

Sasuke: Hn. *sighs*

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Sakura: Naruto! *waves*

Naruto: *waves excitedly* Sakura-chan! Sasuke!

Sakura: We brought drinks and takoyaki pan. And.. *checks her carried bags* We also have some snacks here.

Naruto: Awesome! I've started the barbecue. I'm not sure if Kakashi-sensei would join us though. *fans the charcoal*

Sasuke: I think he will. But just like before, it will take him another hour. *unloads the bags*

Naruto: Right! *laughs* Some things don't change, do they?

The three prepare the food while waiting for the fireworks. Sasuke makes fire for the takoyaki pan using his fireball jutsu. Sakura takes out the onigiri and other snacks from their bag. Naruto takes the skewered meat and grills the squid after.

Kakashi: *arrives* Sorry, I'm late. Oh, that smells good!

Naruto: Kakashi-sensei! I really thought you're not coming. You did not respond to my letter!

Kakashi: Oh. I thought it's understood that all of us will come.

Sasuke: That's what I was telling Sakura the other day. The RSVP was so unnecessary.

Naruto: Hey, it's not! See? We were able to prepare enough food because of that.

Sasuke: We will still be able to even without that—

Sakura: Hey, stop bickering and focus on your takoyaki and squid!

Sasuke: *realizes they're too brown and flips them*

Naruto: *realizes the squid is sticking to the grill*

Kakashi: *laughs* You're all still the same.. After so many years.

Sakura: And just like before, you let us do all the work. *teases*

Kakashi: Well, that's not wrong. You all know I have no talent in cooking. So, excuse me.. I'll sit that out and will read my book instead.

Naruto: No problem, Kakashi-sensei! We will be done in no time!!

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The four shared the food and drinks while reminiscing their old missions together.

Kakashi: What's that you're holding?

Naruto: Ah, this? *raises the tin can* This is where I put our firework messages.

Sakura: *gasps* I almost forgot about that!

Kakashi: So, that still exists..

Sasuke: Firework messages? I've never heard of it.

Naruto: Teme, it's because it's for you! *chuckles* You see.. When you left Konoha, we still watched the fireworks. We felt incomplete though..

Sakura: So we decided to write you a message every time we'd watch the fireworks..

Naruto: The three of us— Well, there were years where Kakashi-sensei was not available.. But yeah, we wrote messages and kept them in this tin can. *gives to Sasuke* I guess it's time for you to have them.

Sasuke: *takes it; realizes they're all staring at him* What?

Kakashi: You have to read it.

Sasuke: Now?

Naruto: Yes, and aloud!

Sasuke: Can I just read it at home.

The other 3: NOOOOO!

Sasuke: *realizes he doesn't have a choice* Fine. *opens the lid and unfolds and reads the letters one by one*

"Sasuke-kun, wherever you are, I hope you're also seeing fireworks there. Wishing that next year, you'll be right by our side."

"Sasuke! You're missing out a lot! If I were you I'd be back in the village in a heartbeat to celebrate with me and Sakura-chan. There's so much food here!!"

"I bet it's dark and gloomy there. The weather here is nice, Sasuke. You should come back to see the fireworks with your team."

"Teme, come back! Don't be stubborn!! Even the fireworks think you're stubborn!"

"I miss you, Sasuke-kun! The fireworks are specially pretty tonight. The red sparks remind me of your eyes."

"Sasuke! We prepared so much food Would you really rather spend events like this with that snakeman?? Be honest! Come back here, dattebayo!!!"

"Sasuke! I can't count how many years we've missed you. I know you'll be back. We will bring you back. Mark my words, dattebayo!!"

Sasuke: *opens another letter; reads with his eyes first*

Naruto: Come on, why did you stop?

Sasuke: *points to the sky* Th-The fireworks!!

The four of them look at the sky like wide-eyed children. Naruto remembers their first fireworks together.

"Next year for sure, I will see the fireworks together with them. The next year, and next year after, undoubtedly."

Sasuke: *secretly reads the last note he picked*

Sasuke-kun! How are you? Do you still think about us? I, for sure, always think about you. In fact, seeing the fireworks earlier made me realize that no matter how pretty something is, you won't appreciate it if your mind wanders elsewhere. I hope you're always safe and happy. Know that you're always in my mind and in my heart. And just like the fireworks, I always look forward to seeing you. I love you, Sasuke-kun!

Sakura: Anata?

Sasuke: *hides the note and puts his arm around her and kisses her forehead while Naruto and Kakashi are looking up* Thank you, Sakura.

Sakura: *blushes* For what?

Sasuke: For everything.

Naruto: Hey, will the two of you watch or?

Sakura: We're watching!! *laughs*

Sasuke: *whispers* Thanks to you too, Usuratonkachi, Kakashi.

#sasusaku #sasusaku headcanon #ss headcanon #from ask #ty joy89899 #sscoded no 280

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bunny-hoodlum · 18 days

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👩‍🏭 🌈 ( what usually inspires you to write all your fics?) 🧠🖊 👀 📥

Fanfic Ask Game Answers!

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

Omigosh, huhhhhhh... My Genin!Hinata/Jonin-sensei!Naruto dubcon WIP, I guess? 😅 50-50 either stuff happens when she's 12yo or 14yo, but the part of me that's a coward and doesn't want to invite drama gonna shoot for when she's 14. 😅 12-13yos gonna be emotional manipulation stuff. 🤔

🌈 What inspired you to write all your fics?

The age regression sequence in The Last is solely at fault for my Age Difference obsession. Sometimes it's something I see, for example, "be the end of me" is only because I saw an Asian female customer with super long hair but most of it was bleached blonde. Or "Handsy" is because I saw yoga equipment. My brain just handles the rest. I get hit with a semitruck of narrative and it's a WIP! Soaking up online discussion or other people's fics help too. Sometimes I'll jinx myself in reverse and tell someone "I'm stuck, I don't know how to handle this part, it's sooo boring", and then something hits me after and it's kind of embarrassing because I have to tell them "Nevermind" and ugh. 😅 Songs, too ofc! So many songs! I have playlists and everything.

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

I answered this one with Wicker-Mayne's ask, but let me see if I don't have another. 🤔 Maybe my Shibari AU? I still have to read the rest of the book and taking notes will help me remember the material, so I really got to find the time and do that. But it shouldn't be a hard one to write. I have an old post with the 3 or 4 variations that I thought of before, but all-in-all, it's just hentai doujin material. Hinata and her Shibari Instructor or sShibari Partner, whichever one I choose to do.

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

From Work Friends Chapter 3

She thought porn stars were supposed actors. Her previous co-star certainly was. The penetration was real. His hands on her body were real. But the angles weren’t for her benefit and his thrusts had been too shallow. Even with his decently sized cock, she felt like very little sex had ever occurred. She thought she wouldn’t mind if the next five years of this went on like that. Even though the world would doubt her purity and consider her used goods, someone out there would know better. Someone out there wouldn’t find her disgusting. Because it was all just acting. But this man. This man… She squeezed her thighs tighter together and nibbled on the hard lip of her water bottle. God, were they done yet? Menma was busy going over details with the director as they watched the playback together multiple times, sitting where she had been earlier, right behind the front passenger seat. He sat with one leg bent, his thick, muscled arm perched atop his knee, the other leg laying straight out. He took up twice the space she did, had to hunch beneath the ceiling when he stood up earlier, giving her a tantalizing show that made her mouth water. She tipped her bottle back, taking a furtive sip of chilled water to clear the unrestrained insanity plaguing her imagination. His commanding voice in her ear was going to haunt her dreams later, she was certain of it. That hungry aggression telling her to grab his cock. And he stained his sweats when she touched him. Was he really that aroused by her? Or was it something he was on? He’s old enough to need to pop blue little pills, but she doesn’t know much about them and how they work otherwise.

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

Only the WIPs inside my mind, lol. 🤭 I honestly don't have anything I've written that I'm too scared to post. If I'm writing it, I'm usually planning on posting it. 🙈 Any WIPs that are ancient or incomplete count, I suppose. And so far, I still haven't properly shared the entirety of "Kotatsu" something-something. It was a flash in the pan kind of thing and I just lost all motivation to clean it up. 😅

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

All of them! 💖 But especially anything that's new, haha. I need that first chapter reception to feel like I'm good to move forward. 😁

Thank you so much for all the questions!

#fanfic ask game #work friend au snippet #naruhina #naruhina fanfic snippet

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panharmonium · 11 months

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kakashi’s face while tsunade is screaming at homura is sending me

he doesn’t care about the yelling; he agrees with her on this 100% (immediately after this line he joins the conversation and says so) but his face in this one shot is still the face of someone who grew up in proximity to this woman and knows better than to attract her attention while she’s ripping a man to shreds

#the combination of the slightly widened eye staring straight ahead plus him not moving a muscle is SO funny #'yikes.jpg' in one image #naruto #*#pan watches naruto #(again)

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atossofthedice · 1 year

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DIMNAQ: The Return

Madara: Hello all, it is I, your favorite person.

Sasuke: Actually, Naruto is my favorite.

Madara: Okay then, it is I, that bitchy uncle.

Obito: It’s not gonna work, I’m not a snitch.

Cop: Fine, let's try something else. Tag a person you recently committed a crime with.

Obito: Lmao, @Madara. Snitches get bitches.

Hashirama: So, did everyone learn their lesson?

Madara: No. Duh.

Sasuke: I did not.

Kakashi: I may have actually forgotten one?

Naruto : Also no!!

Obito: Neither did I!!

Hashirama: *Exhausted sigh*

Tobirama: There's trouble. 2 o'clock.

Sasuke: *looks down at their watch*

Sasuke: Now, how the fuck do you know that?

Madara: Obito, fuck off.

Madara: And by "fuck off" I mean "fuck off right back here and listen", you insufferable little shit with no manner and even lesser bitches.

Obito: WHAT DID I EVEN DO??

Naruto, washing the dishes: Who the frick even used this pan??

Naruto : Wait... I the frick used this pan…

Madara: It was you the fuck.

Naruto : It was I the frick…

Obito: Who cooks rice in a pan?

Madara: Apparently Naruto the fuck.

Naruto: I the frick…

Sasuke, poking his head out the door: GODDAMNIT NARUTO, JUST SAY FUCK!

Obito: I'm never having a debate with Hashirama again. He literally started his argument with "Riddle me this, you snappy youngster."

Izuna in the background: *dropping his orange peels while snorting with laughter*

#madara uchiha #sasuke uchiha #obito uchiha #kakashi hatake #naruto uzumaki #hashirama senju #izuna uchiha #naruto incorrect quotes

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dark-elf-writes · 1 year

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As soon as I read the ‘not even trying’ bit I imagined this:

Naruto gets invited and goes to the awards ceremony thing. He’s actually completely unaware of his future ranking since he told his PR (this world’s version of Hinata who became a terrifyingly competent one) he didn’t care about the rankings stop telling him then. Hinata is at home watching with popcorn when the rankings are announced and the most DUMBFOUNDED look appears on his face.

“Wait I… I’m the number one? Right?”

“You didn’t know?”

“No?!? I’m helping people that’s what matters not this weird popularity contest.”

Pan to the other heroes. All Might is amused. Hawks is giggling. Endeavour looks absolutely FURIOUS.

Naruto realized he can now never be Hokage and decided that being a hero was good enough and doesn’t really care about what other people think about him. Like it’s nice to have Hinata close by and Choji is doing great as one of Fatgum’s sidekicks and he’s pretty sure he saw Iruka teaching at a middle school not far from UA, and to him that’s enough. Knowing his friends are there too, knowing people see him now as something more than a demon child, knowing that he’s doing good. It’s all enough for him. He doesn’t need the weird politics and social medias and whatever else people are doing to inflate their numbers (he does however have a pretty active instagram account that’s mostly pictures of ramen and frogs with the odd mid fight selfie).

But the think about Naruto in whatever universe he’s in is that he’s magnetic.

People flock to him. Drawn by his smiles, his light, his understanding. He can talk almost any villain down without a fight and those he can’t talk down are taken care of quickly and with little to no casualties or property damage. He’s efficient. He’s skilled. He doesn’t hesitate to talk to kids or help people with groceries or do a million other things to make the lives of everyone around him better.

So the only people that are surprised that he gets number one are himself and Enji. Naruto is simply just Too Good not to have it.

(He’s pretty sure this worlds version of Sakura might have given herself a slight concussion when she slapped her forehead after he asked three times if he was really the number one hero. He’s also pretty sure that there’s some sort of AC failure on stage because it’s really fucking hot up there.)

#the elf talks #mha #bnha #naruto #symbol of safety au

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honeykngdom · 10 months

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𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 | 𝚎.𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 | 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚡

Pairing: Embry Call x Original Character Summary: Join Ainsley and Embry as they embark on a journey where they are forced to question everything they thought they knew, and embrace the pain that is inevitable to avoid in love. An imprint story. Self-discovery. Angst and romance. Word Count: 5k Warnings: implied cunnalingus, puking A/N: I apologize that I haven't updated this story in forever. I'm in the middle of binging Naruto and my ass is thirsting so hard over the ninja men but I felt it was only fair if I updated this WIP before I posted anything related to another fandom >.< prev. chapter | next chapter

Despite my mother’s various protests, I found myself settling into Embry’s home quite comfortably. I hadn’t necessarily moved in, but I didn’t exactly live at home anymore, either. I spent a lot of my time on the tiny loveseat Jacob and Embry shared, finishing homework and listening to Podcasts, waiting for Embry to return home from a long night shift, or the extra shifts he was pulling to help out.

It turned out Jacob worked with Embry, too, so the house was mostly empty apart from myself and the sound of the wind knocking the pipes together. Most of the time, I forced myself to stay awake until they’d come home in the wee hours of the morning. I never slept soundly without Embry in the bed, anyway.

It had been three weeks since I last slept in my own bed; I now sat perched on the counter as Embry chopped red peppers into thin slices. I watched the way his back contracted with the gentle movements, enjoying the way his skin expanded whenever he stretched a hand to the size to stir the pan simmering on the stove aimlessly.

“You’re staring.” Embry mused quietly, looking over his shoulder at me.

I lifted a brow, raising the wine glass to my lips to take a small sip. “You’re sort of beautiful, you know that?”

Embry chuckled lightheartedly as he tossed the peppers into the pan. “Is that what we’re calling me this week?”

Last week, it was handsome. I accidentally said it while we were in the shower, not really something I had meant to say out loud. I was speaking about something out loud, but while thinking it in my head the words overlapped. Embry found my embarrassment cute, but I had never felt more happy to say it. I then made sure to say things like that frequently as a reminder that I adored him.

“Yes, it is.” I lifted my chin, taking another sip of the red liquid that sloshed around in the oversized glass. They say one glass a day, right? Embry joked when he noticed it in the thrift store — and laughed so hard at his own joke, he purchased it just so he could fill it to the brim each night with dinner. We hadn’t been by Emily’s in almost a week now, choosing to stay at home and spend whatever free time Embry had, together.

Embry brought the stovetop down to a simmer and turned to settle in between my thighs, hands resting on the countertop on either side of my bottom. I draped my arms over his shoulders, seeming pleased with my confidence. When he didn’t say anything, I tilted my head to the side and raised a brow again, “What?”

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

He leaned forward to press his lips to the side of my neck, just under my ear, “Giving me compliments.”

I hummed in a sort of delight, letting my eyes slip shut, “I thought you liked it when I fed your ego.”

He chuckled again, lips moving to press to the hollow base of my throat, “You do that plenty enough in the bedroom, honey, trust me.”

I let my mind wander to the previous night: the more comfortable I felt with him, the more I let myself go. My moans were loud enough the house could’ve shook, finding pleasure in watching Embry focus so intently on me to draw them from me. I felt it was only fair to happily oblige, no doubt boosting whatever confidence he had over his sexual abilities through the roof. My fingers would grip the sheets so tightly my knuckles would turn white, making a mess of my hair each time he’d comb his fingers through it just to pull my head back to expose my neck.

I almost felt bad for Jacob. Almost. They were technically his nights off, too.

Since winter had rolled in, I was constantly wearing turtlenecks and hoodies to hide the litter of love bites Embry left. It was never too much, but they were for us to see and enjoy. They were the casual reminders that whatever we had was simply amazing and hot and real — and it drove me absolutely crazy.

Once we were settled into our seats across from each other, I was the first to shovel a forkful of the pasta into my mouth; I didn’t really cook when Embry wasn’t around, and oftentimes found myself going hungry if he failed to come home in a timely manner. That was still just my secret.

“Fuck,” I moaned quietly, taking another bite, “why haven’t you been cooking for me this whole time?”

“Because we eat at Emily’s.” He reminded me, shovelling his own forkful into his mouth.

I brought the wine glass to my lips and downed the rest of my drink. “Looks like I found myself a husband.” I said, mostly to myself. When I glanced across the table at Embry, he was watching me with big brown eyes and a new sort of adoration. “Don’t.” I said, suddenly realizing the severity of what I had just said.

“I didn’t say anything.” He smiled, his eyes dropping back to his food. The smile on his face was unmistakable. “Not a word.”

“But you’re thinking about it.” I squinted, grabbing the bottle to pour myself another glass. One glass a day, my ass.

“Of course I am,” Embry sighed, resting his elbows on the table, “I already told you what I want.”

“And I told you that you’re insane,” I retorted, moving the food around on my plate, “multiple times.” I added quietly.

“Doesn’t have to be now.” He grumbled, shoving another bite into his mouth. “Just peace of mind, that’s all.”

“Embry,” I sighed, watching his shoulders drop the slightest as though he were expecting me to retaliate. I had been doing that a lot — I might have semi-moved into his home, but I still held him at arm's length with a lot of things. I still shot him down, especially when all he was trying to do was be a happy, lovesick idiot.

And here I was trying to stick a cork in all of the fun.

“I’m not going anywhere, okay?” I smiled, reaching across the table to touch his fingers. “I promise.”

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The morning of Thanksgiving, I was woken by gentle kisses pressed against my back. “You know what I’m thankful for?” Embry had asked quietly, lips pressing another warm kiss to my spine.

“Hmm?” I hummed, hugging the pillow.

“My brothers,” He started, pressing his lips to the small of my back, “and my mother.” His mouth trailed to my hips. I slowly began to turn over, opening an eye to peer down at him, “But I’m most thankful for you.”

His teeth grazed my thigh and I tensed.

“Thankful for your kindness.”

A soft sigh slipped past my lips as he bit into the flesh.

“Thankful for your patience.”

My hands drifted up into his hair.

“Thankful for your love, even if I’m undeserving.”

My legs shifted apart, allowing him to settle in between my thighs.

“Thankful for all the adorable noises you make.”

He pressed a warm, open mouthed kiss to my swollen folds, enticing a slow whine somewhere in the back of my throat.

“Just so, so thankful for you.”

He had spent the morning pleasing me in so many different ways, trying to show me just how thankful he truly was. Once we showered and dressed, we drove hand-in-hand to Emily’s. I offered to help in preparing for the feast she had to make, feeling somewhat obligated after extending an invitation to my family. Billy offered to bring the veggies and stuffing. Sue was bringing the desserts. Jennie was bringing the fresh buns and roasted potatoes — which left Emily and I with the turkey, other forms of potatoes, extra stuffing (my mother wasn’t really aware of how much these men could put away) and other various appetizers.

When we arrived at the Uley house, I could smell the delicious scent of fresh bread from outside in my Jeep. Embry followed behind me now, rather than leading me into the home. It was something that naturally shifted over our time together. My boyfriend pressed a quick kiss to my cheek as I shrugged from my jacket; he would retire to the living room with Sam, Paul and Jared to watch whatever sports game was on the television, while the rest of us remained in the kitchen.

A few weeks ago, Emily and Sam proudly announced the expectancy of a second little Uley. Now, Emily was all but sweating buckets in the kitchen, trying to keep her bump from accidentally hitting the hot stovetop. I thought it was sweet how much Emily already mothered the unborn child.

“Looking good, Em.” I cooed, leaning over the counter to press a quick kiss to her cheek.

Emily smiled in return. Despite the clear exhaustion, she managed to keep her typical happy-go-lucky demeanor. “Renesmee and her parents will be joining us.” She whispered, looking over to the living room. “Jake conveniently forgot to mention anything until this morning.”

“We’re crunch baking.” Kim added, looking slightly distressed with her current task from the kitchen table.

“Crunch baking?”

“Sue said she ran out of flour last night and didn’t have time to go to the store, and Sam wouldn’t let me leave to bring her some, so we’re making muffins.”

I nodded, ducking down to the bottom drawer to fish for one of Emily’s aprons, “What can I do?” I asked as I pulled my hair into a low ponytail, pushing my sleeves up to the elbows. We spent the majority of the afternoon in the kitchen, listening to the boys converse back and forth in the living room. Each time someone arrived, another beer was opened for each of them. By the time my brothers arrived, I was certain the group was feeling pretty tipsy.

Jennie hung her coat over the back of a chair and ran towards me with open arms, “I miss you!” She squealed quietly, holding me close.

“Miss you, too, mom.” I sighed, wrapping my arms around my mother’s slender frame. She was wearing the same blue shirt from Billy’s birthday, her hair pulled back into one of her infamous buns paired with a matching set of hooped earrings. It was moments like this that led me to believe I would age just as gracefully as Jennie was – I would be so lucky.

“You should come home.” She chided, pulling me to the table. “We miss having you at home.”

I tried to look empathetic, but the truth was, I was perfectly happy with Embry. “I’ll visit more often, I promise.”

Jennie pressed her lips into a firm line, watching me carefully. “You really love this man?” She asked quietly.

I looked past my mother to where Embry stood, talking to my brothers. He looked simply gorgeous in his blue jean button down, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hair freshly cut. I offered to trim it down, and then we got a little distracted and I ended up buzzing his entire head by accident. Not that it bothered Embry – we both seemed to like it.

Jennie followed my eyes and smiled. “He is pretty.” She noted, taking the beer Emily had just placed down in front of her.

“He’s the best,” I lamented, placing a hand on my mother's arm, “you really don’t have to worry about me.” It went on like that, the pair of us swapping stories of what had been going on over the last few weeks. Jennie had cut back on hours to spend more time with Billy and TJ, only working nights on bi-weekly rotation instead of every week. I mentioned being finished with my school work for the term, having plenty of free time to look for a part time job to keep myself occupied and busy while Embry was working. Jennie seemed to appreciate this.

“It’s just happening a little fast, don’t you think?” She asked quietly with concern feathering her features. “I’m happy you found someone that respects and loves you, baby, I really am. But it’s not good to isolate yourself –”

“I’m not.” I said quickly, shaking my head. “He doesn’t stop me from seeing anyone, I choose to spend my time with him.”

We watched each other for a few moments before Jennie lifted her gaze: Embry had come to stand behind me, letting his hands rest on my shoulders. TJ had followed his suit, seated next to my mother.

“Jennie,” Embry started, leaning down the slightest bit so she didn’t have to look too far up, “looking beautiful as always.”

“Oh, Embry.” My mother waved him away, folding her legs over one another. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“So they tell me.” He laughed nervously. I looked up at him, raising a brow. “Do you mind I steal you for a sec, hon?”

“Uh, sure.” I stood up, pressing a quick kiss to TJ’s cheek as I passed, following Embry out of the front door and into the cold. He could have at least warned me. “What’s up, Emb?” I asked once we stood near the hood of my Jeep.

“It’s about Renesmee’s parents.” He started, pulling me towards the passenger side, away from the house. Embry pondered for a few moments, not seeming to care for the bitter wind nipping at our exposed skin. “They’re .. different.” He said the word slowly, trying to add emphasis on how different without actually implicating anything.

“Isn’t everyone?” I asked, uselessly folding my arms to keep myself from getting cold.

Embry seemed to struggle with something, watching me with weary eyes. After a moment he signed, “I need you to keep an open mind. And any questions you have, any questions at all, I will answer later.” He promised. “When we’re home.” Embry added quickly, glancing over my head to the house.

“Why would I need an open mind?”

“Just, please?” He pleaded, pulling my hands to his lips to kiss my fingertips. The warmth was heavenly. “For me?”

“Okay.” I said slowly. When he smiled, I felt my chest expand twice its size and I relaxed. I had no idea why he would be so worried in the first place – it wasn’t as though I had a habit of judging those around me.

Well, not entirely.

It wasn’t until an hour later that Emily reminded the group that dinner would be ready shortly when I noticed Renesmee standing in the kitchen with Jacob and a few others I didn’t quite recognize. I leaned back a little bit, trying to rear my neck to look at the strangers I had yet to meet. They must be her parents.

“Honey,” Embry chided, kissing my neck to pull my attention away from the kitchen, “it’s your turn.”

I looked down at my hand, then to the table quickly. “Check.” I mumbled, looking at Jared for his final response.

“Check.”

“Alright, show your hands.” Quil clapped, looking at Jared expectantly.

Jared grinned ear to ear, “Read em and weep, sucker!” I looked down at his straight hand, and smiled.

“Cute.” I replied, placing my hand on the table. “But I’ve got a flush.”

“Fuck off!” Jared yelled, leaning over the table to reread my cards. Twice. He dug into his pocket, pulling a five from his wallet and handed it to Embry.

“Thank you.”

“I’m winning my money back,” Jared grumbled, pushing the chips towards mine and Embry’s growing pile. “Your girl’s a shark.”

“Nah, you just have shit luck.” Embry mused, counting all of the fives he had managed to weasel out of Jared’s pocket that afternoon. “Really, Jared. Eight years later, and I still don’t feel bad about taking all your money.” Embry’s mouth twitched into a smile, finishing the remainder of his beer. He looked at me and winked, fingers curling into my hair, rubbing my scalp appreciatively.

“He’s my good luck charm.” I smiled, leaning into my boyfriend’s side.

Sam had suggested playing something other than poker, seeing as some members of the group couldn’t afford to bet the way others could. We ended up playing Bullshit, which also didn’t end well for Jared. I was beginning to wonder if Kim was the only lucky thing that he had in his life.

When Emily called to her husband for help with the turkey, the group slowly stretched their limbs and stood, preparing for their retreat to the kitchen lineup to fill their plates. Embry rolled the joints in his arms, yawning loudly before he reached his hand down to squeeze my backside, offering me an innocent smile when I reared around to shoot him a glare. He leaned over Billy’s frame to grab us plates, while I dropped low to hug my uncles shoulder’s.

“Not you, too.” Billy grumbled, looking at Embry when he wrapped his arm around my waist.

“Oh, leave him alone, dad.” Jacob chided, folding his arms, “It’s what he’s wanted.”

“Ainsley!” Renesmee called, and suddenly my arms were wrapped around Nessie’s thin frame, head whirling with just how quick the tiny woman could be. “You’re here.”

“Duh,” I laughed, pulling back to look at Renesmee’s dress. It was cream colored and covered in pretty black designs – more sophisticated than I envisioned when she said she was going for simple.

My eyes drifted behind Nessie’s mountain of hair; two beautifully pale and seemingly flawless individuals stood several feet behind her, nearly wrapped up in each other's arms. Given their pale complexions, I deduced that they weren’t from the reservation, that was for sure.

“Honey,” Embry cleared his throat, resting a hand on the small of my back, “this is Bella and Edward.”

I watched the way their eyes scrutinized me; Bella’s brown orbs were careful, trying to seem open and inviting, however failed miserably. Edward, on the other hand, his golden hues were narrowed just the slightest bit. Neither seemed incredibly comforted by my presence, and I found myself shrinking under their stares.

“These are Nessie’s parents.” Embry said slowly. I could feel his eyes on me, burning holes into the back of my skull.

Nessie’s ‘parents’ didn’t look much older than myself – hell, they didn’t look much older than Renesmee. “You look pretty good for …” I trailed off.

“Thirty-seven.” Bella input, her sweet voice overpowering, very much in a similar manner to Renesmee’s. “We married right out of high school.” She added quickly, looking up at her husband lovingly.

Ugh.

“It’s nice to meet you.” I said with a tight smile, taking Embry’s hand in mine. There was something about the couple that didn’t sit right with me – something different that stirred something inside my chest, in the very pit of my stomach. I entwined my fingers with Embry’s, keeping close to his side as I glanced back over my shoulder from my place next to my mother once we were seated. Something was definitely off with them; the current image I had with the three of them, paired with Jacob, was beyond normal.

I happily perched on Embry’s knee, his left hand wandering from my hip and waist, to my thigh, my skin burning through my jeans. Moments like this, sitting around the table with all of my family, are what really made everything feel so real. Made Embry and his unconditional love for me real. Made my life in this town permanent. Made me believe in second chances and new beginnings.

I watched Leah and Trenton spend the majority of the dinner in each other's ears from across the table, smiling fondly as my brother laughed loudly at whatever his date was saying. I watched Jennie and TJ share intimate looks, paired with sweet pecks of affection.

I watched Edward and Bella stand a little behind the remainder of the group, contently filling in the dead space away from the rest of the family. I enjoyed that they understood their place, and obliged out of respect. My home was with Embry’s warm arms and warm smile, with Jacob’s boyish laugh and wit, with Jared’s incessant need for attention, with Sam and Emily’s kitchen, with Seth and Brady and Collin. With the frequent wonder of how Quil was, due to his absence.

My mother locked eyes with me for the briefest moment, smiling wide.

“She looks happy.” Embry noted, kissing my ear as he rubbed my arms with his massive hands.

As desserts were passed around, I wiggled in excitement as the warm gooey chocolate cookies made their way around the table – my hips moved quickly against Embry’s. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me against him tightly to cease my movements.

“Stop moving.” He breathed quietly in my ear.

I looked down at him over my shoulder, a coy smile gracing my lips, “What’s the matter?” I asked, rolling my hips once.

“You’re bad.” He laughed, hugging my waist. “No dessert for you.”

I snorted, “Yeah, okay.” My arm reached across the table, pulling a cookie from the top of the stack. I turned to look at him, watching his warm eyes as I bit into the warm chocolatey goodness. I hummed in satisfaction, offering a piece to him.

Soon, the table had dispersed; some members left to return home, others retired into the living room. Embry and I sat comfortably in the kitchen, feasting on leftover desserts and tea biscuits, making casual conversation with Sam and Paul.

“This was amazing.” I noted, tipping my head back to finish the remainder of my wine. “The stuffing was –”

“Fucking delicious? I know, right?” Paul melted in his chair, hands covering his bloated abdomen.

Sam sipped on his coffee, watching as the couple that spent the evening in the corner approached carefully. “I think we’re going to head out,” Bella started, sharing a quick hug with Emily, “see you around, wolf girl.” She teased.

Four pairs of eyes widened and cut to Bella quickly, then to me.

“What?” I asked, suddenly feeling nervous under the weight of their stares.

Edward, who up until then had been completely silent, moved to touch his wife’s back. “You don’t know yet?” He asked me, brows pulling together in confusion. “But I thought you were his –”

“Edward,” Bella hissed suddenly, turning to face him, “not our story to tell.”

“You know?” I asked sourly, shifting in my seat. Embry tried placing a comforting hand on my arm, which I slapped away.

Edward focused on me for a moment, before his eyes cut to Embry’s. He laughed once, shaking his head, “She really doesn’t know.”

“Unless you’re going to be useful to me in this conversation,” I quipped, pulling my empty glass off of the table, “I think it’s time you leave.”

We stood there, staring at each other from across the room. If he wasn’t going to blab what no one else would, I had very little interest in associating with him. All he had done was bring my anger to the surface, that shift in my core locking back into place, the heat bubbling in my veins – and I wasn’t even touching Embry.

“You really picked yourself a keeper.” Edward stated; he was talking to Embry but was focused on me as I walked into the kitchen. “She hates us almost as much as the rest of you do.”

Renesmee cut her eyes towards me, her gaze slightly disappointed. I stood behind the counter, cutting myself away from the rest of the group. We watched each other for a brief moment, now several more pairs of eyes wandered into the dining area.

“Everything good, Ness?” Jacob asked lightheartedly, rubbing her shoulders.

Renesmee looked at me and shook her head. “She hates us.”

Jacob looked up at me and then to Embry – who sat at the table, head in his trembling hands. “She doesn’t hate you.” Jacob reassured her.

“Dad just said –”

“Edward,” Seth began, “Embry isn’t ready –”

“She deserves to know.” Edward cut calmly, moving his cold eyes back to me. “You deserve to know.” He said again, lowering his chin to his chest. He wanted me to know.

“That’s enough.” Embry suddenly stated firmly, standing abruptly, which sent the chair he was sitting in across the room. His frame shook with heavy breaths, trembling fists clenched at his sides, jaw taunt. His voice, however, remained controlled. “You need to leave.”

“Dude.” Jacob started, looking towards my boyfriend with disapproving eyes. “You need to calm down.”

“Everyday,” Jared started, plucking a cookie from the table before he retreated to his corner next to Kim. “It’s happened everyday for almost three weeks.”

“Aw, c’mon,” Paul teased, watching Embry with a knowing smirk. “Embry hasn’t lost his temper everyday. Maybe two out of three.”

“Go ahead. Get it out in the open.” Edward pressed, taking a step away from Bella.

“Edward,” Jacob growled, “enough.”

Edward shook his head, “Even Bella knew,” he hissed, looking between Jacob and Embry. “She wasn’t even an imprint and she knew. It’s not safe to keep her in the dark.”

“We’ve got it under control.” Sam said loudly, pulling Emily away from Embry’s shaking figure.

“Time to leave.” Embry growled angrily, feet pushing him towards Edward.

It had been a long time since I had seen any of the men lose their temper – but I was familiar with how this scene would end. Everyone quickly moved away, and I barely just made it to Embry’s side before Seth shot up and reared me back, “No, you need to stay away.”

Jacob blocked Embry’s path, slamming into his body.

“Jake, move.”

“No.”

Another tremor rolled down Embry’s spine. “Move, dammit!”

Jacob’s fist reared back and collided with the side of Embry’s jaw; at first, the group stood in shock, and then we were frantically scattering out of the way. Bella pulled Renesmee back, hiding behind Edward. Emily and Sam stood in the furthest corner, Kim stood behind Jared.

I was the only one who struggled against Seth, trying to use my elbows to inflict some sort of damage (I didn’t).

“That was incredibly stupid.” Edward remarked from behind Jacob, watching Embry slowly bring his head forward again. His fingers hastily unbuttoned his shirt, taking the fabric away from his body as he kicked his boots to the other side of the room.

“Get Ains and Em out of the room.” Embry growled, but the voice didn’t sound like it belonged to Embry at all.

Jacob, who realized his mistake all too late, began to walk backwards through the open door to the outside with his hands raised in the air as a sort of truce. Embry definitely didn’t care for it.

There was a loud growl, Embry’s body slamming to the ground in visible tremors and convulsions. Halfway to the floor, there was a loud ripping noise and Embry exploded. Dark gray and black fur blew out from his body, coalescing into something more than five-times his normal size - a massive, crouched shape that was ready to spring.

The wolf’s gray muzzle wrinkled back over his teeth, and another growl rolled through his colossal chest. His warm brown orbs had been replaced with nothing but black, focused solely on Jacob’s retreating figure. In an instant, Jacob’s figure shimmied – far more gracefully than Embry’s had – and he exploded, too.

I stood, wrapped in Seth’s firm grip, mouth ajar.

The wolves met in the middle head-on, their angry snarls echoed like thunder off the trees behind them.

“Stay where you are, Ainsley.” Sam ordered as he darted outside. It was hard to hear him over the roar of the fighting wolves. They were snapping and tearing at each other, their sharp teeth flashing toward each other’s throats. The Jacob-wolf seemed to have the upper hand – being visibly larger than Embry, but Embry’s current emotion had clouded his vision. His frame was easily sleeker, muscle mass much smaller than what Jacob bore on his frame. He rammed his shoulder against the grey wolf again and again, knocking him backwards into the trees nonetheless.

Despite not being in direct eyesight, I could still hear their snarls and growls as though they were right beside me, in my ear. Emily crouched beside me, hands on my arms comfortingly, “Ains, hon, breathe.”

I hadn’t realized I had sunken to the floor; I snapped my eyes to Emily’s, seeing my reflection in her dark brown orbs. Wide eyed and terrified – I could feel my stomach roll and flip angrily.

“You need to leave.” Emily hissed over her shoulder towards the trio of pale faces. Much to my dismay, Renesmee looked concerned. “Now! You’ve done enough!”

I leaned over Seth’s arm – who was still trying to keep me upright – and emptied the contents of my stomach onto Emily’s kitchen floor. I was moved quickly then, Seth rushing to get me upstairs to the bathroom in time before I heaved again, this time into the porcelain bowl of the toilet.

Warm tears burned my eyes, a sob breaking through my chest. “Fuck.” I croaked, taking Seth’s hand tightly in my own as I braced the other on the side of the tub. I hated puking.

“Guess the wolf’s out of the bag.” Seth joked.

I shot him a glare, before I felt my stomach roll again and I forced the bile to rise from my throat into the toilet. “Remind me to kill you later.” I sobbed, hanging my head over the bowl.

I sat in the bathroom with my back pressed to the tub. They left me alone after nearly an hour of listening to me sob and kick and scream; Emily had made the executive decision to lock me in the bathroom alone so I could calm down.

Seth had spent most of that hour trying to constrict me from lashing out against him, holding me tightly to his body. He kept whispering about keeping an open mind, how he needed me to not completely make any judgment about Embry because we needed each other.

He was trying too hard to make sure I wasn’t going to leave Embry.

Here is what I knew:

One: My boyfriend – and my cousin – could morph into horse-sized wolves. Which likely meant others could, too.

Two: Edward and Bella definitely weren’t normal – if they were even human at all. I still didn’t like them. Three: I was absolutely terrified about what was going to happen next.

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