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autisticlancemcclain · 10 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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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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honeykngdom · 11 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.

#embry call #embry call fanfic #embry call x oc #series: SAH #* mine #lee writes #twilight fanfiction #embry call imagine #embry call x reader #kiowa gordon #jacob black #paul lahote #seth clearwater #playing around with the banners .. was not vibing with the original one tbh #may or may not replace it but for now we're minimizing things

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damien-wolfram-art · 7 months

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He Does His Own Stunts

Sasuke watched from off camera as his blond colleague flew through the air, crashing into the brick wall of the set. The camera panned down following him as he hit the ground hard. Sasuke winced. He never understood why Naruto insisted on doing his own stunts and to such an extreme.

A volley of shadow clones rushed back across the set and several cameras captured them getting poofed by the movie’s main villain, Doctor Shinnou. The bombardment came to an abrupt end, when the real Naruto took a terribly painful looking gut punch that would have made him lose his lunch had he had any that afternoon. A quick elbow made his jaw hit the ground and a kick sent him back across the set into a destructible brick set piece. All the while, he was being taunted.

Naruto was already beginning to look ragged. He held himself where it hurt as he forced himself up. His signature orange and black jumpsuit was scuffed up and frayed in more than a few places.

Nevertheless, he continued the take, creating another large group of shadow clones that were blasted away by the villain. Through the smoke, Naruto charged at a camera before pouncing on Shinnou. He feigned smashing the metal plate of his headband against his opponent’s head and then began a choreographed flurry of stage punches that culminated in a rasengan aimed at the ground. Sasuke cracked a smile. He was always impressed by how much energy Naruto brought to a scene even when he was the only one actually hurting.

“Cut!” Called the director. “Great job Uzumaki! Shinnou, keep up the good work!”

Naruto got up off of his coworker and rubbed at the back of his head, grinning. “Hey are you alright? I think I might’a touched you with my headband back there.”

“Are you kidding?” Asked the deep voice of Shinnou. He was a behemoth of a man with a wild mane of dark brown hair and a heart of gold outside of movies. “You’re the one I should be asking that. You sure you wanna keep taking these fists?”

“I can handle it! You ready for more?”

“I suppose if you’re still doing alright…” Shinnou hesitantly agreed.

Filming started again and soon Naruto’s shadow clone was bent over a giant stone throne. Shinnou approached him, grabbing him by his disheveled blond locks, but the real Naruto jumped up from behind him. Still off camera, Sasuke knew what was coming next, but it didn’t stop him from flinching when Naruto took a knee to his already sore stomach that was so powerful it lifted him about three meters into the air. Then, he was kicked down into his clone and his body went limp from the abuse.

For a moment, everyone froze. It was a scary few moments before finally, Naruto pushed himself up a bit. “Did we get the shot?” He asked. The director nodded. “Then, let’s keep goin’!”

“Tch idiot,” Sasuke whispered to himself. Naruto had a way of making everyone care about him, but unlike the new cast for the movie, Sasuke had been working with Naruto for years. They’d also been dating for a little over a year now. The loser had a way of making him worry.

Sasuke watched him diligently as he charged into battle again only to be flung across the set again and again. After a couple more shots, Naruto was bruised and bleeding from the lip. Shinnou tried to suggest a break, but Naruto stubbornly insisted that the most genuine act would come from his pain. In the end, the director agreed; this was not something new for Naruto.

In the next poignant scene, Naruto was talked down to by Shinnou who had to mask his remorse behind an evil facade. Naruto landed a stage punch to his right cheek with a left hook. His hand was then captured by the mad doctor. While Naruto struggled fruitlessly to escape, he was enthralled by Shinnou’s wicked degradation. He truly was a great actor.

Then, Naruto took some more physical abuse. The blood from his lip began to color the set. He was flung again by yet another explosion of fists from Shinnou and when he hit the ground wrong, he acquired a limp, but not even that would stop him. He kept up his act, performing his inspirational lines without an inkling of hesitation and was thrown twice more.

His damsel in distress, Amaru, cried out for him, though it was much more genuine than she was expecting. Naruto had that effect on people. He wasn’t afraid to surprise his associates with his method acting. Everything Naruto did was real, so when he jumped up and charged in for more mistreatment, he was sent flying into her arms. Her tears were also real.

Naruto ad-libbed the next scene where he pitched his fierce resolve to fight for her. Amaru’s tears had moved him, so he moved her right back. He too had a heart of gold. He promised to take all her pain on himself, and she believed him, but the scene called for her to keep him from doing such by turning a scalpel on herself. She prepared to do so and Naruto who was supposed to just knock it from her hand did what he did best. He surprised everyone.

A scalpel to the arm was not the worst pain Naruto had taken on camera, but it certainly did serve to hook in the audience. His director knew by now to just roll with Naruto’s shenanigans, but poor Amaru struggled to choke out her lines even after she was prompted twice. Her performance was authentic though which made Naruto’s dramatic comeback all the more gratifying.

A revitalized Naruto and a pack of his shadow clones began another choreographed fight routine with Shinnou. He finally got to give the evil doctor a taste of his own medicine and everyone watching felt it. Sasuke was particularly impressed at how Naruto could bounce back so easily from just a few passionate words. He was sure everyone in the room could feel his boyfriend’s fire, but it was about time he cooled Naruto down.

Naruto formed a rasengan in his right hand, but Sasuke’s chidori senbon stopped Naruto from having his hero moment. The director cut the scene there and Sasuke forced Naruto to take a break. He was about the only one that could.

“You’re crazy. You know that?” The completely spotless actor chastised his battered comrade. “Why do you have to insist on this self-destructive method acting?”

Naruto smiled a big bright smile and rubbed at his sore neck. “Y’know I can’t help myself Sasuke. When I see talent like that, I just have to give it my all!” He explained. “Besides, did you see that guy? He’s huge! I really wanted to see what he could do if he went all out too!”

The normally stoic Sasuke shook his head at Naruto’s masochistic tendencies. “Idiot. You’ll get yourself killed someday.”

“You think it’ll be on camera?” Naruto joked.

Sasuke punched him swiftly in the arm. “Don’t talk like that,” he warned.

Naruto held in a scream. Everything hurt more off camera. “Mnnngh okay okay sorryyyy. I just really love my job y'know?”

“And now, you’re taking a break from your job.” Naruto pouted and Sasuke sighed, “you want to go get some ramen?”

Naruto’s eyes sparkled. His love for ramen transcended his character and Sasuke knew it well. “Uh yeah!” Naruto said matter of factly, taking hold of Sasuke’s hands and pulling him as if to hurry him along. “Wait!” He spun Sasuke around and slammed himself against a wall with Sasuke over top of him. “Can we go to your place after?”

“Naruto?”

The blond was blushing. “To tell you the truth. That guy got me a little riled up back there. I want to feel what happens when you go all out too,” he clarified, moving Sasuke’s hands up to his throat.

Sasuke’s eyes narrowed on the glutton for punishment he called his boyfriend. “Seriously? Naruto you-”

Naruto’s voice deepened to a husky suggestive tone, “I want You to beat me, Sasuke.”

“You’re supposed to be taking a break.”

“Oh, I’ll sleep reeeeal good after. No worries!” Naruto reassured, beaming. “But first, ramen!” He ran off ahead of Sasuke, leaving him stunned and regrettably, wanting.

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@narutokinktober

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captainclaudeandthehiddenlogs · 1 year

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📺 Tv Show Tag Game 📺

Tagged by @redfurrycat , thanks dear! ♥️🐈

Rules: list eight shows for your followers to get to know you better.

I feel like the tv shows that define me better are anime, so I’ll just go for two lists, one for anime and one for non anime tv shows 😅

8 (Non Anime) TV Shows I Love

(In no particular order - The fact that I love them doesn’t mean that I like all the seasons 😅)

~ The Simpsons 🍩 (1989- …) / What can I say? Iconic. It’s a classic.

~ Supernatural 👻 (2005-2020) / I love so many characters in this show, it made me laugh and cry, some episodes and seasons are amazing and I love Dean with my whole heart. And Bobby and Crowley!

~ Once Upon A Time 👑 (2011-2018) / The first three seasons and the Musical Episode are 💫💫💫 I love Hook, but also Peter Pan, Zelena, Pinocchio, Rumple, Mulan and Regina.

~ How I Met Your Mother ✋🏻 (2005-2014) / It’s so fun, even though it can be painful sometimes. I think it really describes my generation.

~ Friends ☕️ (1994-2004) / I watched it only a few years ago, but i immediately found it so comforting! Chandler and Joey are my favorite characters! They’re lovely!

~ Top Gear 🚗 (presented by Richard Hammond, James May and Jeremy Clarkson; 2002-2015) / I love the specials and it’s so fun. Some scenes had me rotfl.

~ I Medici ⚜️(2016-2019) / The second season got me in a chokehold. Francesco is such an interesting character and his chemistry with Lorenzo…!

~ Cobra Kai 🐍 (2018-…) / The soundtrack! I love Johnny’s POV, and i’m also fond of Chozen. It’s nostalgic and funny, and some scenes and characters make me laugh so hard. But some others like 2x06 Take a Right (the one with the old Cobra Kai members) and 5x06 Ouroboros (the one with John Kreese during therapy) were also moving.

8 Anime Tv Shows I Love

(Again in no particular order and in some cases i don’t like all seasons)

~ Shingeki no Kyojin 🗝 / The obsession was real. The plot is dramatic and some characters are so good. My fave characters are Eren, Levi, Jean, Reiner and Zeke. And the soundtrack, amazing!

~ Boku no Hero Academia 🏫 / There’s plenty of characters I love, some soundtracks are so good and the chemistry between some characters is on point. And Shōto!! ♥️

~ Violet Evergarden 🦾 / This is so poetic and the animation is beautiful, it amazed me.

~ Free! Iwatobi Swim Club 🌊 / I’m a swimmer so I’m biased. 😅 I love the animation and the characters, this show is really comforting to me. And I empathize with some characters so much.

~ Dragonball 🐉 / It’s a classic and VegeBul was my first ship.

~ One Piece 🏴‍☠️ / Iconic, I’ve grown up with it. Corazón and Ace are so precious to me.

~ Nana 🍓 / Nana (Osaki) is such a great character!

~ Naruto 🦊 / Itachi will always be one of my fave anime characters and the backstories of some characters are so moving.

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Tagging (no pressure and no rush!): @earthangel-44 @beccaanne814 @midnighterapollo

#tv show tag game #red! ♥️ thanks for the tag!#about me #tv shows i love #anime i love #redfurrycat

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luffythinker · 9 months

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The fact you also dabble in Naruto is a explosion on my heart, I have so many headcanons i wanna tell you about. I always see a lot of Naruto having top scars but my headcanon is Shikamaru is the one with top scars (Cause im a huge ShikaNaru) I wanna incorporate it into my writing but i don't wanna offend anyone cause i don't have a wide knowledge of the subject. So forgive me if i'm being offensive to anyone. I cannot get the idea of in Shikamaru's Genin years he didn't really care about his chest because it wasn't prominent enough to cause him any problems, he could wear his mesh net with just a jacket, no problems. After he became a Chunin he started growing up, his chest started growing too so he used the vest to cover his chest along with a binder. His parents don't mind, his mom would appreciate a girl but if Shikamaru wants to be a boy she's happy no matter what her son is, his dad is down as well, he's proud to have a son. ANYWAY Naruto one day hanging out with him see's him sitting back without his vest watching clouds together or smg, he grows curious and ask him what that is? why's he got a short undershirt thing? Shikamaru just tells him like it is, cause he's got something he doesn't like about himself, Naruto doesn't prey too much on the issue. After the timeskip Shikamaru has gotten top surgery and he's taking hormone therapy, Naruto thought he was doing drugs the first time he saw him do it. Shikamaru laughed when he said this. Later on some more when they are actually in their realationship Naruto, a alley with 0 knowledge of anything involving gender or stuff like that touches Shikamaru's bare when he's allowed to see it ask what those scars are, he's concerned somebody tried to kill him, once again making Shikamaru laugh. Im sorry to ramble on but i love them and i wanna talk about them.

OMG OMG OMG I LITERALLY LOVE SHIKANARU

transmasc shika omg im gonna collapse, i love to think that he was able to transition so peacefully because he had a great support system, his family was good to him and let him decide how he wanted to dress, and after becoming a genin Asuma just accepted when he said he was a boy, no questions asked !!!

I fully believe he had a crush on naruto since they were kids, but yk there was 'the whole village needs to hate him' thing so he never really got to act on it or interact much. Naruto has his own things going on so he is off to save sasuke and training and really doesn't have it on his mind to think about crushes or romance.

Shika gets top surgery as soon as his chest starts to bother him, he starts taking T, he trains, he's living his life, his crush never quite goes away but it's just something that it's there.

When naruto comes back and they see each other again, he notices shika is different, but like u said, he doesn't think much of it, except he feels Things now. Naruto, to me, feels like a character that does something about things, so if he starts feeling different I can't see him pining silently for years, he's just gonna talk and do something about it, so he does.

I don't think he fully realizes what his feelings are until he talks to shikamaru, shika kisses him on the lips and that's when naruto gets what this all means and what he wants.

I also fully believe Naruto is pan, I don't think he would care about gender at all, he likes people and that's about it, but like u said!!!!!! he also doesn't know a thing about gender, hormones, etc so he is very confused when he sees shika using T for the first time. I think it's very lovely that he thinks someone tried to hurt him when he saw the top scars, I can see them sleeping together and naruto just softly tracing it with his hands and telling shikamaru how handsome he is

ok so i may have gotten a bit too excited here but I'm just very passionate about them okay!! please talk to me more, I'm also open to a lot of ships in naruto

#shikanaru #shikamaru nara #naruto uzumaki #naruto headcanons #rei replies

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fairiesfields · 2 years

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SSM 2022 Day 03

Prompt: Shared Apartment

Summary: Haruno Sakura finds her best friend and roommate's friend - Uchiha Sasuke and she won't let her peaceful day end in disappointment. (Mafia!AU)

Rated: M

A/N: Sorry in advance for the possible errors! I have written this fic half asleep hehe. Enjoy!

The day has been relatively peaceful to Sakura's liking. With a smile plastered on her face, Sakura journeyed her way home thinking about what she should prepare for dinner. Not that she knows how to cook other than instant ramen and boiled egg, she is sure that she will just end up ordering some take out.

Her night is already planned out, her best friend Naruto called her earlier that he will be spending the night with her girlfriend Hinata at her house. That's why, Sakura's looking forward to her rare peaceful night. She will soak in a nice and warm bath, eat a pint of cookies and cream ice cream while she watches her favorite series, and maybe wear her new pair of lingerie just because she is feeling it.

With a skip on her step, Sakura arrived at her apartment, fishing her keys out of her pocket. And once the door is open, she relishes the feeling of a clean and tidy abode. Not to mention it is quiet and free of Naruto's incessant talking and loud blasts of music. The thought of a rare Naruto free night makes her giggle. She quickly strips herself off of her clothes, leaving only her underwear. Making sure to pour herself a glass of wine before she bask herself under her warm bath.

She keeps on chanting to herself how she needed this after a long day at work and saving lives. She wouldn't let Naruto's absence go to waste.

Sipping on her glass of wine while humming a tune under her breath, she abruptly stops when a noise could be heard inside the bathroom. Dread fills her entire being, why would an intruder choose this day of all days? When she was alone? Can't they trespass while she's with Naruto? Her whirling thoughts makes her visibly shake to the possibility that she was about to die in her underwear.

Steeling her nerves she grabs a pan and raises it high with both of her hands, ready to attack the intruder and put them in place! Even though alarm bells are ringing inside her ears loudly, telling her to stop and just run for her life. But, no. Her aunt Tsunade didn't raise her to be a coward, she will absolutely pound whoever is behind this door.

What if they have a gun? a voice inside her head whispers frantically. If they have, they should have attacked her the moment she entered their home. Right? Ack, really? stop overthinking!

With careful and deliberate steps she walks towards the bathroom door with her hand and pan above her head. She will knock him out and call the cops. Why don't you call the cops now? She stops on her tracks, mulling about calling the authorities while she can. But the thought of the intruder knowing that she already knows that someone is here is a very dangerous move. They could mean no harm for her and instead they are here because they needed money, and when they hear that she is calling the cops… this could possibly go into a hostage situation!

Right. She starts walking again, willing herself not to overthink any further.

Stopping just in front of the door, she twists the knob and is surprised that it is locked. Of course, it is! Damn! She twists the knob again and again, cursing under her breath. How can she knock him out? She doesn't stop twisting the knob until she is rattling it, no longer scared of the prospect of a danger lying just behind this very door.

Why can't you just open! For fuck's sake!

A click echo in the otherwise quiet apartment. Sakura twists the knob again and it opens. Gaping like a fish caught in the net, she grips her hands around her pan's handle tightly. She inhales deeply and kicks the door open, it doesn't fully open because something or someone is blocking the door inside. Sakura slips inside the bathroom, turning her head slowly to the left like she is in a horror movie, afraid of a ghost lingering around the house.

What greeted her makes her drop her pan, it clunks loudly and it echoes around the tiled floor and walls of the bathroom. She immediately kneels beside the bleeding man. Placing her hand on the wound on his broad shoulders, the man is bleeding profusely.

"What happened?" she asks in a rush and panicked voice, the man - no, Uchiha Sasuke, just grunts his response. Gritting his teeth so hard she is sure it will hurt him. "Let's get you to hospital" she continues to speak and moves to help him get up but she is stopped by his strong arm.

"No, where is Naruto?"

"He's not here and you need help, don't mind him!"

"I wasn't informed that you would be here" did his voice just shake? Oh, this is bad he will lose a lot of blood.

"I'll get my equipment" she says in a rush and takes off.

He watches her leave, willing himself not to look at her very exposed body. Naruto that prick! He told him he would be here and that he would look at his wound himself. He didn't tell him that this little workmate slash best friend of his is here. And apparently as he can see, she also lives here. Another fucking thing Naruto didn't tell him. He swears if Kakashi is part of this ridiculous setup, Sasuke will strangle them to death.

His work was always dangerous, being someone from the infamous clan of Mafias makes him a target. And now that his brother is ill, everyone's eyes are on him because he is the next in line to inherit the title of Clan Leader. All transactions and business, or killings would run to him. And it all means an overflowing amount of money. Not that he cares about that, he cares more about his family's reputation.

Today was one of his bad days, he was caught off guard by the amount of hoodlums sent to kill him. Good thing he has trusted guards and he could hold a gun very well so he managed to escape with only a gunshot wound on his shoulder.

The rustling of bags, halts his racing mind. Sakura sits beside him again. She sits on the balls of her feet and her breasts are so close to his right shoulder where his wound is. He gulps, suddenly his throat is dry. What am I thinking, seriously? And why didn't she put some clothes on anyway?

If only she knew how much restraint he's enduring right now not to look at her body and to keep his eyes on the far end corner. He's trying hard not to appreciate her closely; To finally look at her this close and not just from a far. He always has this sort of attraction to his best friend's friend since that day he first saw her, all ragged and tired from her hospital shift but she still managed to look so pretty and warm.

His heart quickens at the thought of her and he didn't even realize that she already pulled out the bullet and the throbbing on his shoulder has dulled.

"I can't believe I just operated on someone while I'm in my underwear" she grumbles. He just watches her with amusement huff and pout, she crosses her arms on her chest and the act makes her breasts become more visible in his eyes. It will be embarrassing to be caught staring at someone's mounds but he can't help it and a hot searing desire uncoiled itself and it made his member twitch under his pants.

He quickly shuts off his nasty thoughts about the woman who just saved his life. It was very inappropriate and he should be thanking her but instead… Sasuke clears his throat and looks away, not really sure on what to do next. He should go home after thanking her of course, maybe even pay her for her good deeds, but he cannot find it in himself to leave yet. For some reason, he wanted to stop time and just sit here on the cold bathroom floor with Sakura for hours.

You're down bad, huh? Naruto's taunting voice flits through his treacherous mind. He sighs and finally looks at her gorgeous face.

"Thanks," he says.

"You ruined my night! I was supposed to soak in the bath and just relish the time away from my noisy friend!" she shrieks.

In her outburst, he can't stop the laugh bubbling from his throat. At least they have something in common, they are both annoyed by the one and only Naruto.

"Sorry about that" he smiles at her, he is surprised to himself that he had allowed himself to let out a genuine smile. Ah, this wasn't that bad. I could get used to this.

He finds her looking at him with an expression akin to amusement and adoration, a blush slowly creeps down his cheek despite his effort to stop it.

"You know, I could kiss you right now" by her admission his eyes widens but he quickly schools his expression afraid to show some sort of weakness.

But before he could think further for any response to that, his mouth is already moving to say "I actually would not mind at all".

To say that he is surprised by what happens next is an understatement; Sakura moves to sit on his lap and straddles his legs. He sucks in a breath at the sight she has given him. Her toned stomach and milky soft skin invades his senses, her breasts aren't that big but they are full and he wants nothing but to feel them under his calloused palms. His eyes travel around her body without his control and when she finally leans down to capture his lips with hers, all of his senses explode and all that he could think about is how soft she is.

His hands plants on her hips, feeling her soft skin under his palms as he kisses her back in the same amount of fervor. Their lips are tangled and their tongues are dancing with each other, licking and tasting every crevice of each other's warm mouth. He runs his hand on Sakura's torso, stopping on one of her mounds and gently squeezes it. The act promptly earns a moan elicits from her pretty mouth. Fuck, he wants to hear her again. He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her flush on his chest.

And a stinging pain erupted from his shoulder as her hand accidentally touched his wound. They both stop, clearly out of breath and she flashes him a sheepish smile. "Sorry" she says shyly. Her cheeks are flushed and her lips are swollen from his assault. If he could capture this moment with his eyes and just remember this forever, he will. There is nothing that he wants right now but her.

"Hn"

He saw her look at his lips, as if asking for his permission to kiss him again and warmth bloom inside his chest on how adorable she is. He is about to kiss her but Naruto's obnoxious voice accompanied by a kick on the bathroom's door interrupts them.

Sasuke casts him an annoyed glare. The moron has the gall to grin and wiggle his brows.

"About damn time, bastard! I will leave you both and do your thing. Don't forget to clean this shared apartment after!"

With that Naruto turns on his heel, leaving the both of them gaping at the closed door.

"Sakura, would you go on a date with me?" he blurts out, ignoring the way his cheeks flares up on what he just said.

It's now or never.

#ssm22 #ssmonth2022 #ssm22d3 #sasusaku month #sasusaku fanfic #sasuke x sakura #sasusaku #ss fanfiction #fanfic

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panharmonium · 1 year

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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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finitevoid · 2 years

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Sakura clicks the front door shut behind her, pulling off her shoes and tossing her coat on the back of the nearest chair. There’s the telltale sounds of someone cooking, banging pots and pans and— the smell of freshly washed fruit wafts towards her, and she sniffs in appreciation.

No doubt it’s Sasuke’s latest foray into the culinary world. He had been utterly and completely appalled to find out that Sakura couldn’t cook, and then was deeply offended that she had no interest in learning.

“It’s a survival skill,” he’d hissed. “You’re a field medic. How the hell have you not needed it before?”

“Yamato,” she said, voice very collectedly flat, hands clasped demurely in front of her. “And I’m not a field medic anymore. I’m Head Medic of the village.” Something dark in her had relished in his wince.

Truthfully, she hadn’t wanted Sasuke to move in with her. But the council— and Kakashi himself— had decided that Sasuke couldn’t be trusted to live alone. Sakura agreed with that. But him and Naruto together were just going to cause chaos, and he couldn’t stand Sai, and everyone else and him were on frosty terms at best. So the problem, much like most problems, was tossed into Sakura’s lap with nary a second thought by most involved.

Except, of course, for Naruto, who pouted for a full afternoon, because he’d gotten it into his head that he’d be able to see Sasuke every day, Sakura! He’d perked right up when Sakura reminded him that he could always just… come to their house and see him. And then he didn’t think about it again. But Sakura did. Sakura always does.

She steps through the kitchen doorway, rubbing at her sore arms. Pulling a double shift wasn’t exactly her idea of fun, but it did leave her tired in a loose, relaxed sort of way. The kind of tired where your body feels floaty and yet gentle.

Her calm evaporates when she sees him. There’s something about him that’s— off. He’s holding a knife and slicing a pomegranate open, and the juice is spilling onto the counter. It coats his fingers, drips thickly down the glinting metal of the blade. The insides of the fruit are spilling out, seeds bulging from it. It’s so red, she observes, such a deep red. Much like blood. A lot like—

There’s something about him that’s sending her back in time, back, back, until she’s clutching Naruto’s heart in her hands and jerking it back and forth, back and forth. Pumping blood through his veins with nothing but her hands, covered in his life, hot and thick. It’s covering her hands like the juice is covering his, so very red.

He’s got the sharingan trained on her. It’s red, so much like her hands, like the fruit. Spinning gently, almost lazily, watching her. She tenses, ready for— she doesn’t know, a fight? There’s a kunai on her belt and she reaches for it, all her senses sharp like blades, cutting through the cool evening air. He looks like he did then, hair framing his eyes that are so, so red. Red like fire, red like organs spilling onto the coarse dirt of a freshly christened battlefield. Organs she needs to sew together, attached to a person she needs to save.

He looks like Itachi, she realizes breathlessly. His eyes are sunken and his hair is long and he has never looked so much like his brother, tall and yet small. Like he’s curled in on himself. His shoulders are bowed, but his back is straight, hands delicate and yet confident.

He blinks, and suddenly his eyes are black again. She pulls her hand from the grip of the kunai.

“You use it to cook?” Is what she says.

He studies her for a moment, then shrugs. “I need to be precise,” he jerks his chin towards his left side, where his sleeve is, noticeably, drifting freely.

Naruto got an arm, specially tailor-made by Tsunade. Crafted from wood and chakra and bound to his stump, it’s both moved and fueled by his chakra. An undeniable feat of medical engineering, and an unprecedented accomplishment in chakra manipulation.

It was decided, by the council and Kakashi both, that it would be better to not give Sasuke such a prosthetic. Lest he become able to form two-handed jutsus.

“You’re making him into a prisoner,” she’d snarled at Kakashi in the dim hallway beyond the Hokage’s office.

“I love Sasuke,” Kakashi had told her, eyes deathly serious. No hint of a joke in sight. “But I don’t trust him.”

Sasuke waves his hand disinterestedly, still holding the knife. Some of the juice has dripped down to his wrist, staining his soft, pale skin. “It’s not like it’s going to hurt me.”

There’s something in his voice, at that. Something that says once it did, something in the flat planes of concrete that is his tone that implies something she can’t fathom. It must be about Itachi, she thinks, seeing his shoulders tense and then relax, in that very deliberate sort of way of someone trying to shake the emotion off.

“Unless I piss you off,” he adds, muttering.

She rushes to say, “I wouldn’t have—“

“Yes, you would have.” He snaps, punctuated with a sharp thunk of the knife blade hitting the cutting board. He’s chopping lemons, now. “It’s useless of you to lie, at least to me. I’ve seen what you can do.”

It’s almost a compliment. The part of her that never grew up is preening, a little, warmth pooling in her belly. The part of her that did is curious, and a little irritated. “I would not have actually hurt you, not unless you gave me a reason to.”

“I’ve given you more than enough reason to.”

“The war is over.” She elects to say.

Sasuke stills. He tips his face upwards, as if facing the sun. But the only thing he must be able to see is the wooden ceiling. The only light that hits his face is that of the lamp, making the planes of his expression glow.

“So you all keep telling me,” he whispers. His hair is obscuring his face, hiding all expression, hiding anything she could possibly glean about how he’s feeling. What he’s thinking.

She leans her arms on the nearest kitchen chair, bracing them. Her fingers are digging into the wood, and before she can reign in her strength they leave little dents, half-moon marks in the surface. “It doesn’t feel like it’s over for me, either.”

They stand in silence for a long moment. Sasuke begins cutting fruit again, tossing them into a salad bowl as he goes. Sakura watches him.

“Do you miss it?”

“Miss what?”

“The war.”

He sighs through his nose. “I miss being able to go wherever I want. Do whatever I please.” He gestures vaguely with the knife. “But no, I don’t miss the war.”

He sets the knife down. Turns to look at her. His eyes are opaque, as black as they’ve always been. They’re still, like stone. As if he’s staring through her.

“Do you?”

She clenches her jaw. Debates lying. She knows it would be useless to, with the way he’s looking at her. “Yes.”

He tilts his head. “Why?”

“It was simple.” Sakura voices her inner thoughts. She isn’t sure why she’s telling him, daring to impart this to him when she’s trusted no one else. Maybe it’s because she thinks he’ll understand. Maybe it’s precisely because he won’t.

“We fought. We followed orders. I didn’t have to… think. I didn’t have time to wonder about what we were doing. If it was the right thing to do.”

A muscle in his cheek jumps. “So you’ve finally figured it out.”

There’s a spark of something in his eyes, something like pride. Something like regret. It tastes bitter in Sakura’s mouth, like rotten food. Yes, she’s figured it out. It’s all she’s been able to think about, hands deep in the innards of the nin they send to her hospital, because the other villages’ aren’t as good as her’s. At twenty fucking years old. It’s all she’s been able to think about, breaking into Kakashi’s office and reading documents she’s not supposed to see, kunai poised at the door. It’s all she’s been able to think about, remembering those golden years of youth, when they all laughed a little bit more.

“I wish that things had gone differently,” and it’s the closest she can get to saying what she means.

He smiles. Small, warm, relieved. Just the slightest quirk of lips. The warmth of the expression cracks through his stone mask, spears through the ice he’d met her with just minutes earlier. It lights up his entire expression, crinkles his eyes, raises his cheeks. He looks younger. He looks brighter. She wonders if he had ever thought about that. Wondered about it the same way Naruto wondered about him, pining listlessly for companionship that they couldn’t find a way to have except through their fists.

His eyes are still heavy, though, when he says, “I often think… that if you had come with me… it wouldn’t have ended the way it did.”

There is so much she could say. There’s apologies in her throat. There’s part of her that’s still angry. It all builds behind her teeth and her tongue until she can’t part her lips anymore. All there is is the sound of her breath.

Once, Tsunade had told her that she had a gentle breathing. Like merely the sound of it could soothe a patient. She’d said it to assure her, to tell her that for all she may be abrasive, she is a good doctor. That for all she could never stand on the same stage as Sasuke and Naruto, she outclasses them all by a mile in healing.

“You’re right,” her voice cracks. “It would have. But you burned that bridge before we could cross it.” And he had, with his cruel words spat at them from across a battlefield, with the danger in his hands, humming with lightning. Sakura had nearly killed him once and once she regretted not going through with it. Now it all just tastes rotten, like vomit.

The smile melts from his face. Part of her relishes on it. Part of her mourns, grieves that smile. Mourns it like she mourns every day when she wakes up, stares out her window and knows that nothing has changed.

He shrugs, seemingly indifferent. “I did. That’s my cross to bear.”

He doesn’t apologize. There’s no point. All the apologies in the world have already fallen from his lips, and Sakura has already accepted them all. Has already told herself to forgive him. She’s already heard all the explanations, all the context. She’s listened to Sasuke pour his heart out on their living room floor and she’s shed tears for him on those very wooden planks. She tells herself that she forgives him, because the part of her that never grew up thinks that if you love someone, you have to forgive them. She doesn’t have the heart to tell that little girl that she’s wrong, yet.

She thinks he sees through it. He’s always been able to see straight through to all the ugly parts of her, the ones she labors to hide. All the pretty distractions do nothing to draw his attention away from those dark parts of her. Like to him, she’s clear glass. When they were on the battlefield, covered in each other’s blood, he knew her better than anyone else ever did, and she, him. Maybe they still do.

“Do you regret it?”

He quirks a sardonic little smile. There’s humor in his voice when he says, “I also wish things had gone differently, Sakura.”

These days, he’s clear as glass to her, too.

#my writing*#please excuse any innacutiacies I have not watched naruto in full in about 5 years #innacuracies*#except for the changes that are obviously deliberate #like the prosthetic thing #naruto #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #idk i think that sakura and sasuke can have a really fascinating dynamic if you lean into it #lean into how sasuke became a manifestation of her self hatred at his worst #attacking her for the things he KNEW she hated about herself in order to push her away #and how it both worked and didnt #but this kind of dynamic necessitates that he like. a) didnt mean it and b) apologizes and shit #but ive just always imagined this kind of ending for them #so i decided to write it idk #that is what i do i suppose #this is not meant to be shippy at all by the way #i. do not ship them. to put it lightly

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katsukikitten · 1 year

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Sasuke is a fucking edge lord 😂

SOMEONE PLEASE ANSWER DOES NENJI HAVE HAIR IS THAT A HAT???

Rock Lee and Guy sensei are pretty bad ass when you think about it.

Also Sakura sliding in her knees to catch him 👀

"I'll drive him to his knees"

Naruto fucking spitting facts 😂 tells Sasuke to fucking train some more old nepotism baby ass 😂

BRO I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE HIM PULL OFF THAT GUYS FUCKING ARMS y'all please know I had to watch that scene on the living room TV with my fam around and my parents could be a little strict with what I was watching and I thought omg they're not gonna let me watch this but memal was like "So he does like the pink haired girl?" AS SASUKE IS BREAKING HOMIES ARMS

I don't remember much else 👀

When does itachi show up again? Before we learn the chidori? After? I'm just seeing hallways and remember Sasuke getting choked out. I know it's not soon but 👀

Kakashi why are you saying Sakura would have pussied out of the exam entrance?

Fuck me the believe it makes me fucking irritated as hell like it used to

Y'all don't understand how bad I wanted these fucking shoes. We are panning the room and

OH MY GOD I LOVE INO I wish her and Sakura could be friends 🥺

SHIKAMARU choji 😂 mood about the snacks

KIBA oh my god Hinata 😭 NARUTO IS AN IDIOT

Bug man SHINO ugh bro the fuckin tic mate.

Isn't glasses working for the snake groomer? Uh fuck me don't ask me his name but y'all KNOW who I'm talking about. KABUTO thanks Sakura 😂 SEVENTH GET FUCKED YOU FAILED SEVEN TIMES

Also every time Vixen answers one of my Naruto questions about Sasuke I'm like damn being an Uchiha sounds like ASS 😂

SHIKAMARU smart as FUCK yea? Like best strategist

Bro Kabuto pulling out the fucking ninja tarot cards 😂

"Big deal it's all a drag" I'm screaming

JUST WANNA SEE GAARA who voices Sasuke 👀 Kabuto lemme see my own card. Imma bout to make Choji eat that plastic bag if he burps one more time.

Doesn't Nenji hate Hinata?

GAAARAAAAAAAAAAAA that's right without GETTING AN INJURY BABBBBYYYY

Well sound village gonna lose some players girl. Bro is about to fail for an 8th fuckin time

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mrsbakashi · 2 years

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GET TO KNOW ME - FIRST AND LAST CRUSH EDITION

so this is basically that trend where you have to show who your first crush and your current crush are and then tag a bunch of people to do the same. i won't tag anyone because i think all my friends already did it, but anyone who feels like doing please do and tag me 'cause i love talking about these things 💁🏻‍♀️

i was tagged by @jordyn-degas (and daaaaaaaaamn i forgot how much i loved aragorn) and @hiddenjutsu (i cracked when you said you THOUGHT you had a thing for himbos, because you definitely do 🤣🤣)

well, since this is a Naruto blog, i will do only naruto crushes.

♡ FIRST CRUSH:

so, the first time i watched naruto (only a few episodes right when they leave the village, before meeting zabuza) i was 11 AND a certain ninja had me feeling... things. guess who that was?

yes, kakashi. because i am and have always been super cliche and predictable.

BUT the first time i started naruto for real it was last october, and i tried to hold back my feelings for the love of my life (aka Kakashi), because i already knew he was too hot to handle, aaaaand the man who first got my heart (while i fought to not kneel before kakashi) was:

ugh, still have the hugest crush on zabuza - i mean, just look at him! and when he and Kakashi fight - shit, it was so hard for me, you know 💦💦💦💦. and like, i had already cried a few times in the show, but when zabuza and haku died i- oh god, my heart! still hurts to talk about it 😩 i was sobbing, i legit thought i was going to drop the show because it hurt so much lol but my friend kept me going, and i'm glad he did. but that changed me as a person, and i've never been the same. i wish haku and zabuza had lived, so in my head they're alive and a happy family (also in my head zabuza also adopted kimimaro when he found him right before leaving the village and they're now one big happy family). you can't fight me.

ALSO, FUN FACT: i hadn't read/written fanfiction IN YEARS before going through zabuza's tag on tumblr and accidentally finding this story by @millenialfanfictionaddiction and then i just couldn't stop anymore. i had forgotten how amazing fanfiction can be, so i began reading it non-stop and then was like "oh yeah, i should write some", so she's the one to blame. and also her story is soo good! i reread it from time to time and it's still 😘🤌👩‍🍳

yes, i just did two crushes for my first crush and rambled a lot, i'm sorry!

♡ CURRENT CRUSH:

i'll give you a whole batch of fresh baked cookies if you guess who that is. lol

yeah... i know. like i said, cliche and predictable. me trying to hold back lasted literally so little. he's just... the man of my life. *sighs*

like i know i thirst over a lot of the characters (i just have a lot of love to give ok?) but kakashi will always be my #1, it's not even fair.

✧ but, anyway, because i can't shut up, my first real crush outside naruto was captain hook from the 2003 peter pan love action. (the things jason isaacs did to a shy 9 years old 🤫) i used to watch the scene where he first appears over and over and over again. i'm preeeeetty sure it kick-started my puberty. my friend's at school "oh peter is so cute!" and me "yeah, totally...". and my current crush outside naruto is eddie munson. sorry. i love them weirdos. i'll put a picture of them just because.

#anyway #personal #gtkm #get to know me #tag game #Naruto crushes #kakashi #zabuza #eddie munson #captain hook #jason isaacs #about me

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kitchfit · 5 months

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Year in Review: Movies Pt 2

No longer promising consistent posts. From now on, these come out "bi-weekly," which means whatever I want it to, and written by your weekly bi. I am the only person to have ever thought of that joke.

Robin Hood (2010)

This is the one with Russell Crowe. I honestly don't know how I finished this one. I guess because my dad wanted to watch it. This is supposed to be a gritty, realistic take on the classic Robin Hood story. Or at least, I think that's what they were going for, it feels like the director can't decide between gritty realism and the goofiness that comes with the concept of the Merry Men. They're constantly cracking off one-liners and stealing from rich people with goofy disguises that feel more like pranks, but there's also an entire bloody battle scene between "Robin of the Hood" and King Richard that I cannot for the life of me remember the context nor conclusion of. I guess you could say it has both elements wrapped in one neat package, but it doesn't do either of those aspects really well.

Two most memorable scenes for me involve a blind man kicking surprising amount of ass in a sword fight, though ultimately unsuccessfully, and Little John clarifying to the bee-keeping Friar Tuck that NO! He does NOT have a "Little John." (as in small penie). The cast is kind of stacked in this movie, (Cate Blanchett as Lady Marianne, Oscar Isaac as King Richard, the Crow-man as The Hood) and they all give great performances, if that's what you're after, but overall it's kind of forgettable.

Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero

The rest of this entry's list follows a second movie marathon I had with some friends as we prepared for a showing of "Across the Spider-verse" we were watching the morning after. Why does that mean two anime movies and a classic Eddie Murphy comedy? I don't know! It was fun though. And that's all I can really say about this movie. It was fun! Nothing amazing. The plot follows the tertiary return of the Red Ribbon army, who are once again on that robot shit, and Piccolo trying to get his foster son, Gohan, to stop being a nerd (having a secure, well-paying career as an entomologist? Apparently?) and be a martial artist again. He does this by constantly putting his foster son's daughter (foster granddaughter?) in mortal peril to make Gohan snap and break stuff like he did in the old days. This is, hilariously, played as a uncritically good deed and that Piccolo was right to do this. I love Piccolo though, so he can do whatever he wants, Pan seems like she's having a great time being in peril.

The animation is fantastic, as per usual with high-budget anime movies these days. They opted for a 3D style that blends in nicely with the artstyle they've been using for Super. The fight scenes are choreographed in a way that reminds me of the Dragon Ball games they've put out in recent years, and I wouldn't be surprised if some of the Fighterz team worked on this. Oh wait, I have the power of the Internet in my Grasp.

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WOW! Trying to find a comprehensive list of animators is hard as fuck! Cool! I ended up pausing through a video of the credits for both pieces of media. God I wish I could ctrl+f on a video. There may have been some overlapping names I overlooked, but I guess it wasn't largely the same people, oh well! If anyone knows a better way to find this information, please let me know!

Jujutsu Kaisen Zero

Our second anime movie of the night had a bit more depth to it. My watch through of Jujutsu Kaisen season one was bombastic, beautiful, and well-executed. It felt like a modern, more competent rewrite of the dynamics found in Naruto, though since I haven't read any of the manga that may be presumptuous of me. This movie didn't feel like Naruto. This movie felt more like Uzumaki (okay I haven't read Uzumaki yet, but I could resist the pun lol). A more straight-forward animated horror film that only leans into its shonen side towards the final act. You don't need to have read or watched any of Jujutsu Kaisen to appreciate this. In fact, I guess you could start with it, since it acts somewhat as a prequel.

The plot follows a boy possessed by the ghost of a woman he witnessed die in a car accident when he was a young kid. She was very close to him while he was alive, and in death she is an obsessive, over protective monster who maims anyone who might come close to her liege. It comes to light that her possession was actually (spoilers) the result of the boy's own psychic abilities, who brought her back from the grave on accident while distressing her death. It's an interesting statement on grief. An emotion can be so powerful as to tear open the fabric of the pale, and holding onto the negativity of that emotion for years only serving to hurt oneself and everyone around them. And then making peace with that grief so you can *checks notes* use your dead loved one to kick ass in a cool anime fight sequence. This movie NEEDS to be in schools./j

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse

Modern media has been a bit over-saturated with Multiverse stories as of late. Its a pretty common story trope in science fiction, done to death in Star Trek, DC comics, the comic this movie was based on, the video-game that comic was inspidered by, among other things. Rick and Morty's entire premise is basically built on the back of that concept, but I think we can trace its recent burst in usage to the success of this movie.

I love Spider-Man. I love Peter Parker. I think his story has such a strong foundation that nearly every adaptation I've seen has been compelling in one way or another. I love most of the Avengers super-heroes, but I can't really say their characters are as relatable, funny, or impactful as our arachnid enhanced boy. There's a reason when Sony was offered the entire Marvel ensemble, they opted to just take the wall-crawler at a discounted price. This movie uses the Multiverse to deconstruct the Spider-Hero narrative and show exactly why this character premise is so compelling.

Miles Morales is not Peter Parker, but he is Petersimilar. A nerdy kid who loves science and wants to be liked and most imporantly: wants to help, no, needs to help others. Because great power + conscience = responsibility. The same is consistent with the rest of the cast. It's a cheesy formula at this point, maybe, which is why its so effective when they play it so straight-forward with all six members of the cast. Different backgrounds, different histories, different universes, but all have seen what their inaction can affect, and all of them have the heart to keep going, to help people even when it gets tough. Miles is a particularly effective introduction to this Super-Hero for younger kids, being relatively less known and thus a fresher narrative than Peter, not to mention more black representation in popular media. It makes me smile when I see kids excitedly bring a stack of Miles Morales easy readers to the check-out desk. He's definitely The Spider of the next generation.

The Nutty Professor

This movie is. Definitely something. Still not sure why we ended our marathon on it. For those unaware, this is an Eddie Murphy comedy about an obese biology professor who concocts A Serum that makes him not only thin for short periods of time, but extremely charismatic. The thin version of himself essentially acts as a second personality who's kind of an asshole, and his coworker ends up caught in a love triangle between Fat Murphy and Thin Murphy.

This, naturally, comes with an endless cavalcade of fatphobic jabs typical of the 90s, but ultimately has a somewhat half-hearted message about toxic masculinity and body positivity. A lot of the jokes that aren't aimed at "haha fat people" do land with relative frequency, because well, Eddie Murphy Is Kind Of A Funny Guy, but for the first time I noticed a structural similarity in his comedy and Adam Sandler's. Remember Chuck and Larry, where the writing is extremely homophobic for the majority of its runtime, and ends with Sandler saying, "Don't be a homophobe"? No? No one has thought of that movie in 10,000 years? Well, this movie feels like that but with fat people, to slightly less offensive degree. But a low effort Murphy movie is still better than a mid-effort Sandler flick, I guess.

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-verse

I already ranted about how much I love Spider-Man earlier, and how the original deconstructs him as a concept, so I won't do that again, but I do want to draw attention to the inherent meta-fiction in Multiverse stories. It is, by its very nature, a story discussing storytelling. By showing different universes you are showing the audience how a story could have gone differently, how characterization can fundamentally alter a narrative. Multiverse stories that understand and recognize this principle tend to lead to a more cohesive and engaging plot. AtSV understand this principle, and follows more closely the original Edge of Spider-verse comic run, reintroducing Spider-Staples like Spider-Punk and Pavitr Prabhakar.

I like that Miguel O'Hara takes center-stage as the antagonist in this film, as he is largely left out of the Spider-verse stuff in the comics, and also I love Spider-Man 2099. One of my friends is obsessed with him. It is his recognition of the patterns in the Spider-Man narrative that drives the conflict in the second act, and it is him who decides those patterns are Fundamental to the Structure of All Things, which not only fits with his character, but provides a much better explanation for the existence of Spider-Society compared to the Spider Gods and Fate Totems from the comics. Miles is once again trapped in a typical Spider-Man conflict, but ironically has his status as Spider-Man called into question. All of existence is collapsing, a science experiment gone wrong turned a scientist into a monster, his dad is in peril, and all of it is getting in the way of asking out the girl of his dreams. Can none of the 100,000 Peter Parker's sympathize? Well yes, they can, but most still hold O'Hara's goal as the larger responsibility.

Speaking of the girl of his dreams, I adore Spider-Gwen. She is the comic book character I will follow to the ends of the earth, even though most of her comics lately suck ass. This film does a beautiful job bringing Robbie Rodriguez's artstyle to life in our brief time in Earth 65. The colors... THE COLORS!!! This animation team once again changed the landscape of animated films, but sadly this came at the cost of some pretty gross labor violations. This is extra damning as AtSV is apparently the fourth longest animated movie ever and doesn't even have a conclusion. All that abuse for an incomplete story? They clearly could have taken their time with this, and not every scene needed to make it to the final cut. This is why we have deleted scenes! So a studio doesn't lock a bunch of animators in a box and force them to work an unreasonable amount in record time. I hope the next movie has more union reps and give everyone as much time and space as they need to make something good. I want movies with people paid more to do less, dammit!

Okay, my soap box has been discarded. I've placed it neatly in the drawer with my toothpaste and hairbrush. I have one more list of movies to get through, but rn I'm moving onto the latter half of my reading list, since with my track record I probably won't finish anything else before the end of the year.

#my post #reviews #movie review #robin hood #dragon ball #dragon ball super #dragon ball super: super hero #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen zero #the nutty professor #spider-man #spider man #spiderman #itsv #into the spider verse #atsv #across the spider verse #long post #film

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dilutedapplejuice · 10 months

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List of my spins ^^

Warrior Cats (2012?-2016?)- I don’t know the time frame, but for a few middle school years this was all I’d read; during lunch, during class, on the bus, after school. I didn’t do any typical fandom things (making an oc or self-insert, talk to other people about it, etc) or reread any of them, and I don’t actually remember anything about the books now, but this was definitely my first SpIn because of how long I was reading the books every day.

Anime (2016?-2019)- After I discovered the wonders of animated shows, I binged anime for 6-12 hours/day. It was my only hobby. I watched all of naruto (including fillers) in ~4 months, and one piece in ~6. I also had some interest in cartoons like Steven Universe or OK KO. I never did fandom stuff here either, but it was still my autistic SpIn! This ended my freshman year of high school because I never had anyone share my interest and I was scared to talk about it with friend because it was “weird.”

Kingdom Hearts (2021)- After lots of masking my SpIns and varying my interests more, I finally found something I really loved again and allowed myself to indulge, Junior year. I never played the games, but watched all the cutscenes from every game within a week. I tried to get my boyfriend to watch them with me again but they weren’t interested. I was involved with the fandom- reading fanfic all the time (one was 300,000 words long, which I finished in a week) and browsing social media to hear about theories and general fandom stuff. I still didn’t share this SpIn with people outside of my (now ex) boyfriend.

Autism (Dec 2022-present?)- I had considered that I might have ADHD before seriously considering autism, and once I discovered a bit more about ASD I felt like everything’s clicked. I became so fixated on this initially that I couldn’t really focus on semester exams, and I actually burnt myself out from learning so much about late-realized autism on social media. I convinced my mom to book me an appt to get diagnosed and continued to intensely learn about autistic experiences. Some trials later, I got a diagnosis in June! I changed my major to psychology so that I could do autism diagnosis, and talked about my autism with a bunch of my close friends. Recently I have had issues with engagin in this SpIn. I’m having trouble integrating what I know about my autism and the mainstream online autism community with nuanced ideas relating to ABA and higher support needs autistic people. I’m not sure how this will pan out, but I’m trying to accept that it’s okay to move on from a spin, if that’s what I need.

General interests:

Reading fanfic, drawing, browsing my spins on social media, watching YouTube, Sonic the Hedgehog, baking, rollerblading, cats, psychological disorders, and more!

Remember, there is no one correct way to be autistic, and this applies to special interests (SpIns)! You can have one or two lifelong SpIns, a few that you cycle between, a running list of SpIns that you never go back to (like me), or none at all! You can have interests beside your SpIn and that doesn’t make you less autistic, and it’s okay to have one or more SpIns that are all you enjoy. SpIns can be an integral part to how you experience the world and relate to other people, be something you hide from others, be debilitating or harmful to you or others, have fluctuating levels of intensity, or any combination of what I have listed above. All of these experiences are valid and WORTH TALKING ABOUT! I love you, wherever you fall on this spectrum.

#actually autistic #I need smth to make sure all my autism txt posts are organized #how about uhhh #autism rambles #that works #woooooooooooo #it’s 5 am

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the-letter-horror-lover · 2 years

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The Next: Chronicles by clarityace

Anime » Naruto Rated: T, English, Friendship & Family, Naruto U., Sasuke U., Boruto U., Sarada U., Words: 21k+, Favs: 31, Follows: 31, Published: Feb 3, 2017 Updated: Feb 13, 2017

9Chapter 4

Hinata had lost someone close to her heart before, had seen so many people she cared for disappear, had seen many of them fight for their lives almost on the brink of death right in front of her. But none of that would compare to the moment she had to watch her two children go through the same experience for the first time in their lives.

Boruto and Himawari had gone to look for their father before she could even manage to move. The last time she heard about them, she was informed that they had completely separated themselves from the others. Her children were beyond inconsolable. She had no idea where they went, and she had no idea where she was going herself.

Her feet dragged her heavily across the woods, her breath caught painfully in her throat. Could be the crying, or the fatigue, she didn't know anymore. Sometimes she would stop when it felt like the world was suddenly spinning, but then it would become steady, then she would just have to go farther again.

Everything felt like a nightmare she needed to wake up from. None of it could be real.

The memory she had from earlier this morning flooded her mind.

000

She woke up to Naruto cooking, surprisingly, cursing to himself almost comically as flames burst from the frying pan. He tossed the pan and its contents entirely into the sink, only producing more smoke in the process.

"What are you doing?" Hinata asked, chuckling to herself, as Naruto removed the pot holder from his hands with disgust written all over in his face.

Naruto jumped in surprise. "Hinata! You're awake! Wait, wait. I was just cleaning up..." The groggy Hokage panicked, quickly grabbing the pan from the sink with his bare hand, only to toss it again and curse it under his breath for being too hot.

"Let me handle it," Hinata said, grinning as she opened the faucet and the exhaust fan to clear the smoke out.

"I'm sorry," Naruto grumbled, his eyes cast on the floor. "I only made a mess, didn't I?"

Hinata smiled at him. "It's okay. Why are you up so early anyway, Hokage-sama?" she asked playfully, trying to cheer Naruto up. "Got a lot to do at the office?"

"Huh? No, no. I just... Well, you remember I came home kinda early than usual last night and got a lot of rest and... you know. I just figured I'll make you breakfast for once," Naruto sighed. "You always do it for me."

"Of course I'll always do it for you," Hinata said, gently touching Naruto's nose. "Breakfast is the only time I can make sure you don't substitute your meal for ramen."

Naruto laughed, cupping his hands softly against Hinata's cheeks. "I love you, Hinata," he whispered.

"I love you too even if you don't know how to prepare anything else besides ramen," she whispered back.

"Eh, I'll try again! I promise! Maybe tomorrow... yes, tomorrow morning will be great. What would you want for breakfast?" Naruto asked, a smile displayed widely across his face.

000

That was just this morning, wasn't it? How then did it come to this?

And then she heard it, she heard her daughter screaming from a distance. It was a cry that pierced sharply through the air. Hinata broke into a sprint.

"Daddy!" Himawari was kneeling on the ground, begging for her father to wake up when Hinata arrived. There, sprawled on the dirt, was his husband, his body limp and his chest still. Way too still.

She ran toward him and lifted his head. Her fingers travelled from his cheek to his neck. Trembling, she lifted her fingers again and placed it against his wrist. None. Almost completely hesitating, she activated her byakugan and confirmed what she had been fearing. Her husband's heart had stopped beating.

Sakura was the second to arrive on the scene. Drenched in tears with her whole body shaking, the pink-haired medic collapsed beside her teammate's body. Her mind raced, her fingers digging into her own leg in frustration. How the hell do you save a jinchuriki with his tailed beast completely gone and nowhere to be found?

As if to answer her question, thunder echoed loudly above them and lightning flashed, rain suddenly plummeting heavily over them.

Boruto was the third to arrive. His knees gave way the moment he saw the lifeless body beside his mother. He wanted to scream but no voice left him. He wanted to move but his body froze. There he remained motionless and helpless, completely drenched and covered in mud.

Sasuke was the fourth to arrive. He watched as Sakura yelled something to him but he couldn't understand a thing. Everything around him seemed to have stilled and quieted.

"Sasuke… Sasuke! The nine-tail's chakra, even just a little… please," Sakura's voice gradually filled his sense, pleading, asking him to locate what had completely disappeared. Sasuke only stared, completely stunned at her request. Sakura knew what it meant.

'No,' she mouthed disbelievingly to him, tears falling freely from her eyes. "Hinata, breathe for him," Sasuke heard Sakura say. He watched helplessly as Hinata crawled over her husband's mutilated body, closing her lips with his. Naruto's chest rose as Hinata breathed air into his lungs. By then, several people had already arrived but no one moved.

Sakura had been in this situation before, but the first time it happened she knew exactly what she had to do. This time, she didn't, but she still had to do something. There was absolutely no way she would let him die. If he had pulled it off during the war, then he would pull it off tonight. There was no way in hell Sakura would stop until she saw, with her very own eyes, Naruto wake up with a clueless look on his face. No way, Naruto. Not now. Your family needs you. She lifted two fingers before her hand glowed with healing chakra. She tore Naruto's orange sweatshirt and swiftly made an incision at the side of his chest. She heard Boruto gasp.

Sasuke knelt behind Boruto, pulling his student toward himself as the young man began to thrash around helplessly on the ground. He could hear his student's suppressed whimper. Sasuke carefully lowered Boruto's headband down to his eyes so he wouldn't see more, as Sakura shoved her hand into Naruto's chest to manually pump his heart.*

Behind Hinata, Sarada approached Himawari, pulling her into a hug. The younger kunoichi hid her face, burying her face into Sarada as the older girl tried to calm her down. Hima continued to call for her father over and over, begging him to wake up.

"We have to bring him to the hospital," Sakura told the medics in the area, her voice cracked as she tried to withhold a sob. "Call Tsunade… please, I don't know what to do," Sakura was starting to break down. A group of medics responded to her command.

"Sasuke, the perpetrator," Shikamaru approached the raven-haired man who was still consoling a writhing Boruto. "We fear he is getting ready to leave."

Sasuke felt Boruto begin to fight back against his resistance, driving his fist angrily toward the ground. "They have to pay for this," Bolt hissed between gritted teeth. Before Sasuke could react, Bolt had gotten up and had begun to storm out. He grabbed his student by the arm.

"I'll make sure they get caught, Boruto" he said firmly, tightening his grip on his student's arm. "Stay with your family. Stay by Naruto's side," he added, while watching the medics insert a tube down Naruto's throat. Sakura continued to pump their teammate's heart with her bare hand. "I'll be at the hospital as soon as I can."

As his father was placed on a stretcher, Boruto relented and Sasuke took off by himself.

The operating room was filled with all the different noises which Sakura had already grown accustomed to. Today, however, it irritated her to the core. The ventilator whirred while the cardiac monitor beeped every time she squeezed his heart, its rhythmic beeping slowing as her hand grew tired against her will.

"Bullshit," she snapped, ripping the wires away from Naruto's chest. Her hand was starting to hurt - it had been forty-eight minutes since she started the cardiac massage. She didn't care how tired it made her, she would use both hands if she had to, but each time she squeezed, a bit of her remaining hope gradually slipped away. She placed her free hand on Naruto's forehead, pulling off the tape placed over his eyes. She lifted his eyelid with her thumb. Fixed and dilated. Sakura placed a kiss on her friend's eyelid as it closed. Pull off a miracle, please. She watched as the other medics tried to mend his other injuries.

"Tsunade-sama said she is on her way," the medic entering the operating room informed Sakura.

"Has she said anything else?" she asked.

"No."

Sakura's heart sank.

Sasuke strode hastily into the hospital, heading straight for the operating room. He stopped at the sight of Naruto's family sitting quietly in the waiting room. Hinata was leaning her head to the side against the wall, her hands tightly gripping Naruto's clothes on her lap. The silence was deafening. At the sight of his father, Sarada stood up. They locked eye contact for a moment before he walked past her, heading toward the entrance of the operating room. He pushed the door but it didn't budge –

"Papa," Sarada called out. "Mama instructed no one enters, except the Fifth Hokage."

Sasuke paused, before placing his palm against the door. After channeling enough chakra, the doors violently caved in.

"Sasuke," Sakura muttered, watching as her husband walked toward the other side of the operating table, only to see what had been keeping the cardiac monitor beeping. Their teammate's eyes had been taped shut and a tube was fixed in the corner of his mouth. His skin was as pale as the sheet that hung over his head. It took a while for Sasuke to process the sight before him before he stared right back at Sakura. Neither of them said a word. He brought his hand near Naruto's face.

"Snap out of this, Naruto," he said, poking his friend's head lightly. There was no response. "There's still one thing that can be done, Sakura," Sasuke said.

"Two, actually," Sakura responded. Sasuke looked at her. "Kisho Tensei," Sakura blatantly said, not bothering to explain any further.

"Save it. I've already lived a life that's way better than I ever deserved," Sasuke said decisively, placing his hands together to conjure a hand seal. Kakashi had been watching from outside the moment Sasuke entered the operating room.

"The Rinne Tensei, will you, really - ?" Kakashi asked, stepping into the O.R. just in time to stop Sasuke. The Uchiha froze at the former Hokage's question; he looked at Naruto. "Yes, why wouldn't I?" he snapped.

"What about your family? Your clan?" their former teacher asked. Sakura's eyes shifted from Kakashi down to Naruto, her free hand stroking the blonde's nose and eyes, as tears slid down her cheeks.

"Sakura and I have once talked about this. Told her I owed my life to him, and that in owing it to him I also owed it to the village," Sasuke's gaze fixed on his wife. "She never said anything against it. And Sarada…" he paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "She will understand. I told her as much as she needed to know about mine and Naruto's past. Made her realize my world no longer revolved around myself and my clan. She's a smart kid. She will understand what I'm meant to do."

"It crossed your mind, then - that a situation like this might occur. It occurred to him too, you know," Kakashi said, his overall composed demeanor slowly collapsing under the weight of his own emotions. "And he approached me." Sasuke glanced at him, not quite grasping what Kakashi was telling him. "Asked me to help him find a way to… counter the Outer Path if used to revive him, just in case."

"That's not true!" Sasuke yelled, his insides burning in rage at what his former teacher was telling him. He placed his hands together and conjured the hand seal. Nothing happened.

Sasuke stared at Naruto in disbelief before turning to Kakashi, "How?!"

"I've been revived by the Rinne Tensei once, by Nagato. After studying it for a long time, we found out it can't be used on the same person twice. Allogeneic bone marrow transplant. It gives Naruto my DNA," the Sixth Hokage explained, his voice faltering at the weight of his former student's glare.

"Sakura," the voice of the Fifth Hokage resounded across the room. She stopped right by the entrance, her eyes resting on Naruto's unmoving form. "The nine-tails was released, wasn't it?" No one answered. The silence was enough for a confirmation.

"I can still do something, though," Sakura blurted out. She looked at Tsunade; she would know what she was talking about.

"I'm sorry Sakura," Tsunade's voice broke into a sob. She walked slowly toward her former apprentice, watching her student's hand move inside Naruto's chest. "There's really nothing you can do now."

Sakura ignored her, "But I can, I've learned it with Suna's permission, Lady Tsunade. If Sasuke can't - " Sakura paused. Sasuke tensed up. "I can try." Sakura raised his hand over Naruto's body and both hands glowed from green to blue. Tsunade placed her hand over Sakura's, suppressing the chakra.

"Suna also gave Naruto and I a seal to counter it," Tsunade said, now placing both hands over Sakura's arms. "Naruto never wanted you to use it."

Sakura refused to move her hands. "No, please," she choked.

"You've done enough, Sakura." The Fifth Hokage gently stroked Sakura on the shoulder. "You have to let him go now." A heart wrenching sound escaped Sakura's lips as she withdrew, her hands quickly losing their glow.

As the cardiac monitor flat lined, producing a long steady sound, Tsunade pulled Sakura into a hug, the younger woman's body trembling strongly against her mentor's embrace.

Hinata entered the cold room, her arms still holding Naruto's clothes tightly against her chest. She peaked, first into the door, and then she peaked at his face before sitting beside where he lay. He only looked like he was just sleeping. But Hinata knew he wasn't. She kissed him on the cheek. There were still so many things she wanted to say, so many things she wanted to tell him, but she kept her mouth shut, her hand weakly ruffling his hair.

He's not going to hear me now anyway.

Hinata stood up. She could no longer bear seeing him that way. With her remaining strength, she leaned over his body, embracing him one last time. She remained that way as her senses took it all in – the way he looked, the calmness in his face, the peacefulness in his presence, his scent, the touch of his skin.

His warmth, however, it had long gone.

Her lips touched his for the last time before she straightened up and placed the sheet over his face. She exited the room.

As soon as Hinata saw that the corridor was empty and that her children were nowhere in sight, she sank to the floor and let all her sorrows spill from her.

Kakashi watched as his former student cradled his remaining arm against his chest. It was bloodied and broken in different places. But his student didn't care. As long as he could still strike something, he would. Sasuke landed another blow on a boulder, disintegrating it instantly upon contact. Sasuke knew Kakashi was there but he didn't say anything. The former Hokage figured Sasuke needed his presence.

Sasuke targeted the ground beneath him next, his bone producing a loud crack on impact. The raven-haired man winced. He'd barely made a sound as he cradled his arm again. Soon, however, he began to wail.

Kakashi turned his back, overwhelmed by the familiar feeling of grief and guilt. Silently, the Sixth Hokage wished the Rinne Tensei never brought him back.

Time: 11:57PM

Date: 2nd, October

Crisis: Critical assault

Situation: Contained and resolved.

Injured: 157 Minor Injuries.

Casualties: 1

We do not know what kind of people we truly are until the moment before our deaths.

As death comes to embrace you, you will realize what you are.

That's what death is, don't you think?

- Itachi Uchiha

AN: Thank you for the reviews so far! Feedback, both criticism and comments are appreciated. つづく

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