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words-for-holland · 4 years

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Quarantine Series: Birthday Date Night

Summary: It’s Y/N’s birthday, but Tom faces a slight problem. How does a boyfriend top off an accidental proposal while his girlfriend is working on her birthday...again!

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A/N: Sad to say that Quarantine Series may end real soon with 3 more parts to go 🥺. Also this was inspired by my birthday which just happened fairly recently! Thanks for all the support!!

“Tom, mate. You’re pacing back and forth is making me dizzy.” Harry warned Tom, as he lied down on his bed, laptop in hand.

“Sorry, but I don’t know what to do! Y/N’s birthday is in a few days and I have absolutely no plan.” Tom reasoned as he plops on the couch across from Harry. “I mean I already blew the proposal which was supposed to be her birthday gift, but thats gone to shit.” He mumbled, biting his thumbnail.

“Just be happy she said yes.” Harry chuckled as he recalled the day. “I mean has she given any hints? You know Y/N, if there’s something she really wants, she’ll tell the whole world.”

“I know, but she hasn’t said a word and everytime I do ask her, she says ‘I dont know.’”, Tom groans as he rubs his temples. “I just want to do something really nice for her.”

Harry rolls his eyes as he continues shopping for his gift for Y/N. He and Y/N always loved to share memes and compete in board games, so it was only fair he’d get her an exclusive edition of Exploding Kittens. The one with a hard cover box, that plays mariachi music when you open it up. To be fair, he also really wanted it too, so imagine all the rounds they could play in a single day. “You always say this every year, but ever year you always deliver. I don’t know what you’re so worried about.”

Tom sits still to ponder on his brother thoughts. “Yeah..Yeah I guess. Maybe I could take her out for a picnic lunch date. I know she’ll love to get out of the house. I’ll ask her to take off on Friday and it’ll be perfect!” He plans excitedly. He stands up, proud of his well thought out plan, already thinking of the perfect place to settle, the blankets to bring, and the smooth moves he’ll plan to swoon her away. It was completely foolproof.

Just two days before, Y/N displays a noticeable frown on her face. Sludging through the house, only made Tom drop his smile twice as fast when he noticed. “Hey, darling is everything all right?” He asked with worry written all over his face. Deep down, Tom prayed, hoping it was just something she liked was sold out or that she found out the ending of Hamiliton or something..anything but...

“My boss needs me to work Friday. Apparently they think it’s a great idea to put me as the President in charge of IT while he’s out.” Y/N says in a disappointing tone. “Im sorry, I know you wanted me to take off and I definitely wanted to for my birthday, but I guess it’s not happening.” Y/N’s heart feels heavy as she sees Tom’s equally disappointed face. “I did ask for Monday off, so whatever it is you planned we can do it then!” She mentioned, trying to cheer him up.

Tom let out a sadden sigh. He knew it wasn’t her fault, but of all days? Right when he was about to leave for Berlin in less than 4 days? Right when he and Y/N could spend another birthday together? At this point Tom felt like a hopeless man, as he stood in front of his girlfriend, who showed remorse and sorrow. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, and lips forming into that adorable pout that he could not resist. It almost made him smile, but only a little. “I know, but its not the same! You’re turning 24 and you have to work? Can’t you make some excuse?” He asks coming closer to her, smiling mischieviously.

Y/N’s brows knit together as she cautiously observes Tom’s behavior. She knew that look, that smile, that little bite lip he was pulling. “Oh no. No. No. No.” she says repeatedly, resisting the charm. “Im not gonna make some excuse.”

Tom comes even closer, his face bending down a little to meet her eye level, smiling as he runs the very tips of fingers on her sides. “C’mon darling, break the rules a little. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” He whispers kissing down her neck. “Please?”

Y/N looks up and away from those deep brown eyes, still resisting. “Tom, you know I can’t, no matter how bad I want to say yes.”

Tom draws a line up to her jawline with the tip of his nose. His breath warm against her soft skin. He hums and smiles, “Is your boss a fan of spiderman? What about his kids? I for sure remember you telling me Zach was a huge fan.”

Y/N laughs as she rolls her eyes, but she found it so endearing. The fact that he even remembered your boss’ kids’ name even though he’s probably caught a glimpse of them once or twice during her zoom meetings. “No. You are most definitely not using your celeb status to get me off from work.”

Tom shrugs his shoulders, as if it weren’t a big deal. He wasn’t one for flaunting his fame, but if it meant he could spend another day with Y/N, he would gladly use it. “Please...” he pleads one more time. “Just wanna spend time with my girl on her special day.”

Y/N thinks about it. She really did want to take off, and Tom’s efforts were quite convincing to say the least. It was only a matter of time before Tom would have to leave for Berlin, and Y/N wanted nothing more than to spend every minute with him. But Y/N also knew that if she didn’t do as she was asked by her company, the higher ups would probably have a bad impression of her or worse...fire her on the spot. Yet she knew her boss was also an understandable and chill guy. It wasn’t like she couldnt take off, just not when he’d be out at the same time, especially when she was asked to be in charge of the entire department.

Then, it hit her. She quickly excused herself out of the room to talk to her boss, and quickly came back to Tom with a smile on her face. Tom loved the way she smiled, and how her one little dimple formed on the right side of her mouth. He knew she was really happy, and he had just an idea of what it was. “You got the day off.” He answered excitedly.

“No.” Y/N responded, “But I did ask for half a day, so I’ll be free after 12.” Y/N continues as she comes closer to Tom, wrapping her hangs around his neck. “Hows that for a compromise? And I’ll do anything you wanna do for the rest of the day.”

“Good because you’re gonna love what I have in store for you.” Tom says, almost ready to brag about his well thought out romantic plan. He was ready to treat her like the queen she was on her birthday. How could anything go wrong?

On that faithful Friday, Tom woke up Y/N to many many birthday kisses. Reciting how beautiful she was, and how he couldn’t wait to celebrate with her. Reluctantly he had to let go, as she padded her way to the bathroom to get ready and head into her makeshift office for the next 5 hours.

Tom was all smiles, excited to take Y/N out. While everything felt like it was going according to plan, his mates had other news. “Ninety percent of thunderstorms?!” Tom exclaimed to his best mates in the kitchen.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be a major storm out there. Probably the worse that London’s had in a while.” Tuwaine informs as he reads the news on his phone.

Tom became a stuttering mess not sure how to justify or ask how that could be possible when it was beautiful this entire week. “But...But...It’s so nice out now!” He says discouraged. “No, this ruins my entire plan.”

“Hey mate, dont be like that. You can still find a way to celebrate it. Maybe you can do something romantic inside?” Harrison offers. Thats when it clicked. Harrison smiles, knowning the answer to Tom’s problem. “Yeah..make a date night here. We can set up the living room to be all fancy like.”

“Yeah! Tuwaine Harrison and I can be your waiters and make your dinner. Then just leave you two alone to do whatever you want you want.” Harry suggests.

“Just please...don’t mess up the couch.” Tuwaine groans, thinking about the potential possibity. “Im getting grossed out just thinking about it.”

Tom looks at his mates, giving thought into the new back up plan. He smiles at the group saying , “Lads, I think we got a new plan.”

Its exactly three in the afternoon when Y/N logs off from her laptop. She looks up at the window to notice how dark and dreary it was outside. Thunder was booming, and rain droplets came down hard, splashing off the window. It was her favorite kind of stay-in weather, but she hoped it didnt interfere with Tom’s plans if they had anything to do with being outside. As she opened the door, Harry and Tuwaine greeted Y/N with their own gifts and hugs. They made sure, she got dressed up, and led her downstairs. “M’Lady, your fiance will be right out.” Harry says in the most posh accent he could muck up.

Y/N rolls her eyes, and the moment she sees Tom walk into the living room, her heart skipped a beat. He dressed up with a bouquet of flowers and balloons in his hand. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.” He says. “You look so beautiful.”

Y/N takes the gifts from his hands, placing them on the table. She runs to Tom, kissing him passionately, savoring the sparks that came and left with every push and pull of their soft lips. “You had plans to go outside for my birthday didn’t you?” She teases.

Tom laughs, as he throws his head back. “Yeah...I was planning a picnic and everything, but thats why I made sure Plan B would just be as romantic.” He takes her hand as they sit down at the candlelit table, eating, drinking , and talking away about anything and everything. When it was sometime Harrison, Harry, and Tuwaine brought out a cake that Y/N had only been fantasizing and drooling about since May.

“No way! How did you guys order it?! I thought they didn’t do international shipping for Milk Bar!” Y/N exclaimed.

“Actually..they didn’t. But the recipe was online and we made it ourselves, with Sam’s help of course.” Harry answered, as he placed the candles in the center.

Her jaw dropped for a good ten minutes as she looked at the rainbow sprinkled cake, and the fluffy white frosting that sit perfectly in-between the layers. The crumbs on top were surprisingly uniformed and formed a perfect circle border, she was very impressed with them. Harrison lit the candles as all the boys sang along...off key of course with hints of laughter coming off every other note. Tom moved to her side, placing his arm around the back of her chair and leaned in to place a soft kiss on the top of her head. “Make a wish darling.”

Y/N looked up to see her favorite people in the entire world, smiling. “I dont need to. Everything I could possibly want is right here.” Y/N quickly blew the candles out and everyone left with their fair share of the cake. It was just Tom and Y/N left. They quickly changed out of their fancy clothes and back into their sleep wear, ending the night with watching Stardust and cuddles in the dark. Y/N tries to look behind her to see Tom’s face, who in turn looked down at her. She smiled at him whispering, “I love you.”

Tom quickly leaned in to capture her lips before answering, “I love you too. Happy Birthday Y/N.”

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@hollanddolanfangirl @parkerspillow @joyleenl @kihyunwifes @holland-bowen @in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh @marvelobsessedteenager @viwihere

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader

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faemen · 3 years

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LMAOO but you know what I meant

SORRY SORRY i couldnt resist <//3

but to properly answer,, they just have to entertain me, honestly. ships that are just 'cute' together kinda bore me romantically, ngl. ive mentioned this before, but i dont mind any dynamics. romance just has to add something unique. any friendship COULD develop into a romantic relationship, but if theres no interest in it for me, i honestly couldnt care less. im not here to see them hold hands, im here to see them FEEL and DEVELOP. brotps and found family and frenemies and so many other platonic dynamics can do that just as easily in most of the popular ships ive seen!!

my two main categories tho,, would have to be 'funny', and 'emotionally/lore impactful'. ace attorney ships are the best bc they fall into both groups. example, klapollo. yeah its deep as hell with the saving each other from the same dude that impacted both of their lives in so many ways and stuff, but ALSO klavier the world famous rockstar cant get this little red attorney to even look at him.

hope that answer was satisfactory somewhat??

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beautifulics · 4 years

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❛ acehunted / cayde-6.

— @beautifulics asked ; “You destroyed my ship,” a quiet hiss, as those green eyes glistened, Eris turning her head to him. “What were you thinking?” ( IM SORRY I COULDNT RESIST )

‘ well , why don’t y’ tell me ? like i said , everyone likes th’ bad plan when it works out — ( hell , it’s like i knew this conversation was gonna be uncomfortable ) . ’

a half scowl paints across his exo features , eyes almost glazed with a glare towards her . in all honestly , he felt quite insulted with a hint of guilt , but no way in HELL was he ever going to admit those feelings . he felt that he did what needed to be done for the sake of the striking down of oryx , & now with an ego the size of saturn — he wouldn ’ t allow anyone to push down his efforts ( even if the plan could have definitely been carried out with more consideration , but there wasn ’ t time , the clock was ticking against them all in times of need & also — gut instincts was what he trusted ) .

‘ what was i thinkin’ ? that guardian got in there & knocked out the weapons . COLD . if it wasn ’ t for my stealth tech & a lil’ use of this good ol’ noggin’ — i like t’ think the sacrifice was worth it , whether y’ like it or not , eris . that guardian is irreplaceable . that ship … well , i ’ ll find y’ a new one , if it makes ya feel any better . ’

his words carried a hint of TRUTH that lead eris to remain silent for a few moments ––––– she was certain cayde would deem naught of it, since it was how she was usually seen. quiet brooding as the memories of her past kept on haunting her every moment, the thought of a lost ship long had parted from her mind. truthfully, she was relieved the guardian was alive and well. eris couldn’t endure the thought of losing someone else to the hive, not again, never again. perhaps he was indeed RECKLESS, and his ideas were short of insight per times, but everyone was well... and oryx wasn’t aware of it just yet.

❛ it does not. ❜ yet, she still wanted that replacement ship. those green eyes, that did not belong to her, glistened and even if her mind offered thoughts in so many other ways, her lips worded them differently. ❛ that was a FOOLISH and reckless plan. i’m surprised it worked. ❜ perhaps that would be the closest she would ever come to compliment him. ❛ the guardian is well ? ❜

#ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ — ❛ ERIS / DESTINY 1 VERSE.#ɪᴛ ɢᴇᴛs ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ‚ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ — ❛ ERIS / THREAD.#ugh sorry I had to move to a new post cause tumblr is an idiot as always #and didn't let me cut the post #BUT YES THIS NEEDS SOME LIGHT omg I can't believe we never get to witness this convo #but here we are making our own canon better than what it actually is :')#acehunted

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masahikass · 4 years

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okay so since i’m in a big fat au mood, here’s my other au (less confusionary than the steven universe au i posted here <3

i’m a huge idol fan, so almost one year ago i thought of making an ie:go idol!au to fulfill my personal likes- k no but if you checked it i’d be so happy :)

everything’s under the cut!!

before we start, as a big kpop fan either i couldnt resist giving each member positions like if they were in a kpop group, though jpop groups arent like that... sorry again ahah im dumb ik

btw, the formation is with the same charas of my su!au; tenma, fey, minaho, manabe, kyousuke, kariya, hikaru, kirino and shindou (i didnt put all my ships + kyou together,,, y’all are just- okay yes i did.), and the respective positions are:

tenma: leader, center, vocalist

fey: sub-vocalist, visual, lyric writer most of the times

minaho: lead rapper, main vocalist

manabe: visual, dancer, vocalist

kyousuke: visual, sub-rapper, dancer, main vocalist

kariya: main rapper, vocalist, lead dancer

hikaru: vocalist, youngest member

kirino: main dancer, face of the group, visual (+ rapper in his sub-unit only)

shindou: lead vocalist, visual (okay i put too many visuals imma shot myself bc i feel bad for the others), composer of some songs since he plays the piano

after aGeS of thinking, i came to their group name being Kyuuseki (Kyuu “nine” + Kiseki “miracle”) and for once iT ACTUALLY DOESNT SOUND BAD I AM PROUD OF MYSELF-

they’re also split in two subunits! names arent decided yet tho

subunit 1: tenma, fey, hikaru, manabe, minaho

subunit 2: the others *coughs* i mean kyourantakumasa :)

and if you’re wondering about any other groups existing... yes there are!! here’s a couple lol (in many of them there are charas from the og trilogy + ares, too! don’t forget that here they all have the same age - from 18 to around 20/21)

RevLights (aka when my originality for names died): Ibuki, Hayato, Shuu, Hakuryuu (not intended as hakushuu here as i see them as friends lol u thought i was ship biased)

AkuMika (Akuma “demon” + Mikado “emperor”): Haizaki, Nosaka

nICE (pointing out ICE from “nice” for an ice themed group was the worst idea i could ever have im sorry): Fubuki, Atsuya, Yukimura, Hiura, Suzuno

now, the bIG ANNOUNCEMENT (was there even one?)

i actually made some youtube playlist with songs Kyuuseki, the individual members and the subunits would sing! (notice how more than half of them are kpop but don’t mind, imagine they’re in japanese and shut up),, also all the playlist get many updates when i find other songs!! check them weekly lol

here you go with all the links (they’re link-only playlists so please don’t share around for other uses)! every link with a * means you have to check the playlist’s description to get more info

also don’t mind “idol” in the other formations playlist... dumb crossover idea of mine (but if you know the charas... please let’s be friends i love u)

Kyuuseki (full unit) tracks - Subunit 1 tracks - Subunit 2 tracks - Solo tracks* - Duet tracks* - Other formations tracks*

if you have any question or song suggestion pLEASE TELL ME,, i’ll be happy to answer you <3

#inazuma eleven go #idol!au #don't mind my au period #inazuma eleven #idol au #alternate universe #i'll make a tag bruh #kyuuseki

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sariasprincy-writes · 6 years

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Hollow Point 23

One // Two // Three // Four // Five // Six // Seven // Eight // Nine // Ten // Eleven // Twelve // Thirteen // Fourteen // Fifteen // Sixteen // Seventeen // Eighteen // Nineteen // Twenty // Twenty-One // Twenty-Two // Twenty-Three (here)

Chapter Twenty-Three The longest road to nowhere…

“You’re sure about this?” Kakashi asked not for the first time.

Sakura didn’t bother him with a glance. She merely studied the bullet between her fingers, feeling its weight in her hands, the brass warm from her own body heat.

“We could always tie him to a cement block, drop him over the side of the pier. No one would ever find his body,” Kakashi said.

“No,” she said, loading the shot into the magazine with the rest before she jammed it into his rifle. “I want him executed. Publicly. This is a reminder to all my clients what will become of them if they try and betray me. Just like Kabuto did.”

Beside her, Kakashi said nothing. Like he knew there was no longer any point in trying to convince her otherwise.

Around them, the wind continued to blow. Up where they crouched on the roof, it was colder than down on the street, but it gave them a better view, a better vantage point to the shipping yard below. Kabuto’s men wandered between the large, storage containers. From here, they looked like little ants in a maze but through the scope, Sakura could make out each individual face. None were Kabuto’s.

“You’re sure he’s still here?” Sakura asked after a minute.

Kakashi nodded beside her, a pair of binoculars pressed to his eyes. “Give him a minute. He’ll show himself.”

Sure enough, only a few minutes later Kabuto appeared. His hands were deep in the pockets of his jacket, his collar turned up against the chilling breeze. The setting sun cast a long shadow out behind him, causing his scrawny figure appear even more lanky. A cigarette smoldered between his teeth, making his mouth and nose glow faintly.

That familiar rage simmered deep in Sakura’s chest. Just waiting to pounce like an angered jaguar in a cage, wanting to be released so it could skin its claws in. She zeroed him in on her sites, her finger putting the faintest pressure on the trigger.

Only to relax a moment later.

Instead, she fished her phone out of her pocket and set it on speaker on the ledge beside her before she dialed. She only had to wait two rings before he answered.

“Where the hell are you?” Kabuto demanded through the headphone in his ear.

Sakura merely chuckled. “I’m sorry, Kabuto, but you won’t be meeting your contact tonight.”

Through the scope, she saw him freeze, his body going absolutely still as he recognized her voice. “Tsunade…”

“What? Did you think you could get rid of me that easily?” she asked, her voice light. Almost playful.

Even from here, she could see the way he pinched his cigarette between his teeth until he nearly cut it in half. He swallowed thickly, but didn’t reply.

It didn’t matter. She continued nonetheless. “You made a deal with me. And then you went and turned against me. You should know by now I’m the grudge-holding type.”

“It-it was a misunderstanding,” he stuttered. “I can explain.”

Sakura resisted the urge to sigh. “You see, that’s the problem, isn’t it? You’re a big talker, Kabuto, but you’re nothing special. Just a little street rat. When you die, someone will just fill your place. As if you had never been here at all. And I’m done listening to your excuses.”

The moment the last word left her mouth, Sakura pulled the trigger. The first shot went through his shoulder, the round so powerful that it knocked him right off his feet. He hit the ground hard. Through the phone, she could hear his ragged breathing as it came out in short, pained gasps. He raised a shaking hand to his shoulder, only for his fingers to come away deep red with blotches of darker spots. Bloody tissue and clots. Behind her scope, Sakura smirked. She would never forget the look of pain and utter terror etched into his expression.

Around him, Kabuto’s men screamed and shouted as they ran for cover. None stopped to help the boss they had pledged their loyalty to. He would die there, alone and abandoned.

“There is one more thing you can do for me, Kabuto,” Sakura continued, as if she hadn’t just put a bullet through him.

Kabuto didn’t respond but she knew he was listening. The headphone was still in his ear.

“I want you to keep that terrified look on your face as the life drains out of your eyes. Do try not to disappoint.”

Then she hung up. Even from here, she could see the pure, honest fear in his eyes as he tried to pull himself up and drag himself to cover. Dark, twisted satisfaction rippled through her but it paled in comparison to when she fired the next shot.

Kabuto fell still and didn’t move again. Through her scope, Sakura watched the blood pool around his head before it spilled down the concrete. Nearby, his glasses lay abandoned, one of the lenses cracked and reflecting the light in fractured waves.

None of Kabuto’s men were out in the open. Those that hadn’t run away were ducked inside the shadows. Sakura didn’t pay them any mind. She did what she had come to do.

“You’re sure the police won’t be a problem?” she asked Kakashi as an afterthought.

He shook his head. “The bullets are untraceable. And the workers for this yard are on strike. Either Kabuto’s men will clean up the mess or his body will be found when the employees return to the yard. At which point, the trail will be long cold.”

Sakura hummed indifferently. She gazed at the yard below as a few of the men made a break for escape before she turned away. Her face indifferent. As if she hadn’t just taken a man’s life only moments before.

Kakashi stared at her but said nothing more. He merely packed up the rifle before they headed down to the parking garage where he had left his car. They were nearly at the state border before he spoke again, “You’re quiet tonight. What’s on your mind?”

Sakura drew her gaze from the window to glance at him. She met his eye for a moment before his attention returned to the road. A long sigh passed between her lips. “I spoke with Temari this morning. She found that the port downtown is under the control of Madara.”

“Madara?” Kakashi repeated, his brow furrowing in confusion. “But Akatsuki is using it to move product.”

Sakura said nothing when he glanced at her. Merely waited for him to put the pieces together. When he did, he almost forgot to stop at the coming red-light. “Madara is working with Akatsuki?” he asked after nearly slamming the car to a stop. His voice was full of obvious disbelief.

She nodded. “Which means we need to tread carefully. Very carefully.”

“Are you going to tell your CIA buddy?” Kakashi asked.

Sakura didn’t immediately offer him an answer. Her mind wandering back to that night in her condo only a few days ago when Itachi had wrapped himself around her. She had been so vulnerable then. She couldn’t let that happen again. She wouldn’t. Things were already complicated enough without adding emotion into the equation.

Blinking, Sakura jerked herself back to the present. “Yeah. They’re better equipped to take Madara down. We won’t suffer any losses by letting them take the lead on this one.”

“When are you going to call them?”

“Tonight,” she said. “I’ll go with my contact to the port tomorrow and then hopefully from there his company can track Madara and take him down.”

Kakashi nodded, turning down a dark side street where they had left her car. “Has Naruto told you anything new?”

Frowning, Sakura shook her head. “I texted him but I haven’t gotten a reply yet.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

Pursing her lips, Sakura considered her answer. Recalled the last time he had asked her this very question and the consequences that had occurred when she said no.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I can always use your eyes.”

Kakashi smiled in response, the look just a little forced in the corners of his mouth. Like he was remembering it too.

She smiled back comfortingly before she finally climbed out his car to head for her own. Only once she was back in her apartment did she finally text Itachi. Just like she always did: a time and a location. And an unsaid expectation that he would be there.

The following night, Itachi arrived exactly on time. Sakura heard him before she saw him, the soft rumble of the car engine echoing faintly against the concrete walls of the parking garage. This time of night, only a few cars remained, though they all lay dormant on the lower levels.

Leaning against the trunk of her car, Sakura picked her head up when headlights began to cut through the stone, support pillars. She didn’t move. Merely tracked that familiar Lexus with her eyes as it rolled past the empty stalls and pulled into a slot across the way from her.

Itachi killed the engine before he slipped out of the car, his footsteps echoing faintly as he crossed the short distance to approach her. Sakura simply watched him as he glanced one way down the garage and then the other.

He wore a pair of dark jeans with a grey shirt under his black jacket. The look was casual, but somehow undeniably sexy. She wondered if he even realized how handsome he truly was. And then she shook the thought away immediately as she reminded herself she wasn’t supposed to be thinking these things. The voice in the back of her head quietly whispered that she was still allowed to look.

When Itachi finally stopped before her, his eyes raked down her form. Only the small tug in the corner of his mouth was his give away. She simply met his gaze evenly.

“I’m fine,” she told him.

His gaze lingered on the blotchy, purple marks around her wrist before they fell to her face. “Are you?”

The memory of Kabuto’s face before she shot a bullet through it crossed her mind. It was then that she finally gave him a small smile. “Yes.”

If Itachi knew what that meant, he spoke nothing of it. But the ridged set of his shoulders did relax as he peered absently about the garage again. “Interesting place for a midnight rendezvous. What did you want to meet for then?”

He asked the question like he knew she had a purpose. That she wasn’t interested in talking about that night she had kissed him. She wondered for a brief moment if perhaps he knew her better than she liked. But Sakura didn’t give that much more thought. Because she did have a reason for speaking with him and she might as well cut to the chase.

“Madara is working for Akatsuki.”

Itachi nodded. “Yes, I know.”

Surprise rippled through Sakura like a bolt of lightning. She straightened from her car as she fixed him with a hard stare. “What do you mean ‘you know’?”

To her surprise, Itachi simply tucked his hands into his pockets and shrugged. “You got us a copy of Madara’s phone, remember? We dug through some of his old messages and found some warning someone against a raid Hashirama’s men were planning in Newark. The one you told me about.”

“And were you planning to tell me about Madara?”

A strange expression crossed Itachi’s face then, as if he was actually offended by her question. “Of course. We only found out yesterday morning.”

Which was about when Sakura had learned the truth too. Her glare lasted a moment longer before it finally faded.

“So, what is the CIA going to do?” she asked.

“They want more intel. My company will not act until they are sure they can bring Madara down,” he told her. “We have had too many close calls, too many misses to just move in without knowing his next moves.”

Sakura frowned but didn’t voice her complaint. She couldn’t entirely blame the CIA for not jumping into action. She was just as aware as Itachi of how smart Madara really was. If they so much as misstepped even once, he would be long out of their reach before they could recover. And who knows when their next opportunity would be.

“Well then, I suppose it’s a good thing I know what Madara’s planning next.”

Itachi’s brows furrowed in confusion only for understanding to dawn on him a moment later. “The port.”

Her answer was a cunning smile.

They took Sakura’s car to old town. Just a cheap but clean, little Honda she had borrowed from downtown earlier that day. It blended in with the rest of the rusting cars in the lot. She parked at the base of a building that overlooked the entire warehouse by the river before she led the way to the stairs that would take them to the roof.

Neither of them spoke as they climbed, but one check from her phone told her two things: the first was that Kakashi was in position at another abandoned building nearby and the second was that she still hadn’t heard from Naruto. Not the first time the blond had been slow to reply, but just as annoying.

On the top floor, both she and Itachi pulled out binoculars. For a few minutes they said nothing. Merely perched shoulder-to-shoulder as they observed the activity below, their breath turning a soft white and mingling together in the wind.

“Judging from Madara’s messages, I get the feeling he has been here awhile,” Itachi eventually said.

“At least six months,” Sakura replied, watching the men move about in the dark below. This time of night, they were only shadows, but there was just enough lighting to see them hauling and organizing crates. Her eyes narrowed. “And it looks like they just got a new shipment.”

She felt Itachi glance at her briefly. “Does that mean something?”

“Only that Madara was lying when he told Hashirama that Akatsuki had temporarily gone underground.”

“So Hashirama isn’t connected to Akatsuki,” he summed.

“No,” Sakura said, lowering her sights. “Madara has definitely betrayed Hashirama. And I assume Izuna has as well, considering he was monitoring the ports in the area in case Akatsuki moved in.”

Itachi set his binoculars down as well but didn’t immediately speak as a thoughtful frown crossed his face. “Hashirama doesn’t know this port exists then?”

“No, I never told him,” Sakura said, returning her gaze back to the movements below. She wondered if the double meaning in his tone was real or just her imagination. “With Madara watching him, he’s too unreliable. I didn’t want Madara moving his operation before we could act.”

Itachi didn’t reply to that as he too resumed his observation of the warehouse. They didn’t speak for a while as they surveyed the activity below, mentally noting anything that seemed of importance.

Eventually Itachi sat back again. “You’ve been watching this port for a while. How much product have they moved?”

“A lot,” she said vaguely. Because she couldn’t give him an accurate estimate until she spoke to Naruto.

Pulling her phone out of her pocket, Sakura unlocked the screen only to frown when she still found nothing from him. Instead, she shot off a text to Kakashi telling him they would be moving out soon and to find the dumb, blond idiot. Then she pocketed it again.

“I think we need to have a chat with Kisame,” Sakura continued, glancing at Itachi. “He didn’t know about this port so either he’s compromised or Akatsuki is moving in a different direction without his knowledge.”

A deep frown settled in the corners of Itachi’s mouth but he nodded his agreement. “I will contact him shortly and see if he can meet. Here. In New York.”

They packed up after that, ensuring they left no trace that they had ever been there. Sakura drove them towards the city as Itachi texted on his phone. The ride was quiet but comfortable, say for the soft, little ‘pings’ from his cell as he sent out messages. She wondered if he was texting his company or Kisame but didn’t ask. Merely navigated the roads in silence.

Eventually Itachi pocketed his phone. He peered out the window before he glanced at her. “What are your next moves?”

“I’m not sure yet,” she told him honestly. “I need more information.”

“On the port?”

“The port, Madara, Akatsuki, Kisame,” she listed. “There’s too many open ends for me to decide how to move forward yet.”

“But you will move forward?”

Sakura took her eyes off the road briefly to flash Itachi a confused glance. She caught a strange look on his face before her eyes turned forward once more. “What do you mean?” she asked.

“I just get the feeling Madara is more of an inconvenience to you than a problem.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?” she asked flatly, not liking the direction this conversation was suddenly going.

If he read the tone in her voice, he didn’t back down. “No.” When she didn’t reply, he continued, “I think you don’t care if he lives or dies. As long as he is out of the way.”

“Well, what about you?” she redirected with a quick glance in his direction. “You still haven’t told me why the CIA is after him.”

Itachi shrugged. “Madara is a traitor to the company. The CIA doesn’t really need much more reason than that.”

They lapsed into silence for a few blocks after that. Sakura still didn’t think Itachi was telling the truth but she wasn’t in the mood to press for more. She doubted he would tell her anyway. And she didn’t want to risk having Itachi turn the conversation around on her. She couldn’t tell anyone of her true objective. Even Kakashi didn’t know about it. Still, it weighed on her mind. Already she could feel the time closing in on when she would have to act.

“Madara’s death is simply a means to another end,” she eventually said, her voice barely above a murmur.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Itachi look at her. “So, you have another purpose here in New York than Akatsuki?”

“You’re asking rather a lot of questions tonight. Are you playing bad cop right now?” she asked playfully. Because it was the easiest way to redirect the conversation. Still, there was an edge of seriousness in her tone. A warning to not press too far.

Sakura drew to a stop at the next red light and peered at Itachi to find he was now smiling, as if he too recalled the events in that interrogation room in Tel Aviv. It wasn’t too obvious. Just a little pull in the corners of his mouth.

The look was utterly adorable. She forced herself to turn away. Both trying to hide her own smile and to stomp down the feeling in her chest. She reminded herself that night in her condo was a one-time thing. An impulse after a rough day. Still, that feeling lingered like the heat on one’s skin after a warm bath.

At least until she glanced in the rearview mirror and saw two police cars behind her.

Like a light switch, her entire demeanor changed. Her smile gone as was the warmth in her chest. And in its place cold began to set in.

Itachi noticed the change immediately. He peered in the side mirror, not understand. “What is it?” he asked.

“This is a stolen car,” she said, her voice calmer than she felt.

He turned to her abruptly. “Why the hell would you take a stolen car?”

“I needed something that would blend in. Something that Madara’s men wouldn’t take a second look if they saw us.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him open his mouth. Whether to scold her or curse, she didn’t know. In the end, he did neither. He simply inhaled slowly. “What are you going to do?”

“That depends. Can you use your CIA immunity to get us out of this?”

His answer was clearly written on his face. They were on their own. She didn’t know exactly how the CIA operated in situations like these, but she didn’t ask. They didn’t have time for the details.

Without a word, Sakura turned her sights forward, her mind racing through the options. The light was still red but it wouldn’t be for much longer. As soon as she started to move, she was certain the police would hit their lights. There were still only two cars behind her, but she could already see a third coming towards them.

Like water trickling into pool with no exits, Sakura felt her body begin to fill with quiet adrenaline. Mentally she planned her escape route.

Forward was the fastest way to the highway, but she couldn’t go that way. The police were expecting her to head that direction. She’d have to try and outrun them through Old Town. It was a good thing she knew these streets. And that the police cars were Crown Vics. They didn’t handle nearly as well as the newer cars.

“I’m going to run,” Sakura eventually said, her voice quiet as if the officers in the car behind her could hear.

Itachi stared at her. He looked like he wanted to argue, but said nothing before he withdrew his phone from his pocket. She didn’t pay him any more mind as the streetlight turned green.

Like a bullet, Sakura shifted into gear and hit the gas. From the center lane, she took a hard left, cutting across the oncoming lanes. Though, this time of night, they were all empty.

Just as she anticipated, the police cars hit their lights and sirens as they gave chase. Her entire body thrummed with energy as she sped through the otherwise quiet streets. On either side of her, the buildings flew by, red and blue lights flickering off the cold, pale stone. Her grip around the wheel was tight and her heart pounded in her chest as her eyes constantly flickered to the mirror.

To her frustration, the police kept up with her. Two cars turning into three and then five, and she was sure there were more on their way. It was a serious crime to steal a car. Even worse given the fact that she was armed. Itachi undoubtedly was too.

“Wake up, I have a situation,” Itachi suddenly said in the passenger seat.

Confused, Sakura briefly glanced at him, only for her brows to furrow when she saw he was on the phone. She didn’t know what he was doing and she didn’t ask as her attention returned to the road. She took a hard turn right and then a left, cutting strategically between two, old warehouses, the alley between them barely big enough for the small Honda.

When they popped out the other side, she could already see a couple of approaching cars, their flashing lights closer than she had hoped.

“Shit,” she cursed lowly as she turned the opposite direction, her foot slamming the gas pedal.

“I’m on Broadway and…” Itachi trailed off as he squinted at the street sign as they blew through the next intersection. “43rd. At least six units. Where are they coming from?”

Sakura half-listened as she drove, weaving through the dead streets. The closest cruiser was almost a block behind, but their engines were faster. They would catch up soon.

“Take the next right,” Itachi told her.

She didn’t question him. Simply slammed the brakes as she turned the car nearly ninety degrees to catch the turn. Whoever Itachi was talking to seemed to know what they were doing. It quickly crossed her mind that the other person could probably hear their scanners, but she didn’t ask.

Itachi told her to take another right and then a left. Down five blocks before turning again.

They were gaining some distance, but unless they lost the police completely, they wouldn’t get away even on the highway. State Patrol was likely already alerted.

A few blocks later, Sakura saw her opportunity. On the other side of the overpass, there was what appeared to be an abandoned chop shop. The long-forgotten building sat dark with peeling paint and broken windows. Beside it, old cars were piled in the small lot, parked together around chunks of old, rusted parts.

Killing her lights, Sakura went around the block before quickly circling back to it. She slipped into a narrow space between two rusted minivans, going so fast the brakes nearly didn’t stop them in time from slamming into the back of a car parked on the other side. Then she threw the car into park and killed the engine in the same second before both she and Itachi ducked down.

A breath later, they heard the scream of sirens as police cars sped down the road behind them, their lights flickering through the windows and bouncing around the roof of the Honda.

Neither of them dared to move. They barely dared to breath as they hunkered there. Sakura’s heart pounded so hard she thought it might rip out of her chest, the blood roaring in her ears loud enough that she had to strain to hear the sirens.

Only once she was certain she could no longer hear those familiar sirens did she slowly sit up again. Itachi did the same, the screen of his phone pressed to his chest to hide the faint glow.

When he was certain they were alone, he pressed the device to his ear. “We’re clear,” he said before he hung up.

Neither of them spoke as the silence stretched on. Sakura peered into the rearview mirror, checking for certain they had got away before she finally glanced at Itachi. Only to find he was already looking at her, some unnamable expression on his face.

Sakura wasn’t sure who moved first. All she knew was that in one moment she was sitting there staring at him and in the next, their mouths had found each other. There was nothing sweet or shy about this kiss. It was all tongues and gentle teeth and passion.

Somehow, she found her way over the center console and in his lap, the cramped quarters pressing their bodies flush together. Her knees on either side of him, his hips pressed against the inside of her thighs.

Sakura knew how dangerous adrenaline crashes were. To be so high only for nothing to come of it. They could make one think they were invincible. Take a bullet without any pain or consequence. Start a fight one couldn’t possibly win. Make decisions they wouldn’t normally make.

But none of that mattered now. All that mattered was Itachi’s hands were on her. Under her shirt, on her skin. His warm touch set her body on fire.

She tugged him closer, slanting her mouth against his. Letting him give and take as much as she did. He groaned low in his throat when her own hands found their way under the hem of his shirt. Itachi was of lean stature, but she felt nothing but muscle under her fingertips. Her hands smoothing over the firm ridges of his stomach before moving over his ribs where his shoulder holster kept his gun secured.

Sakura thought nothing of the weapon now. She didn’t even think of her own as his hand slipped over the one on her hip to grab her thigh just under her ass to pull her closer. A soft gasp escaped her at the sudden pressure, but there were too many clothes, too many barriers, and she pulled away just far enough to drag his jacket off his shoulders.

In the confined space of the passenger seat, it took a bit of struggling to get it off, but once it was, his hands returned to her, slipping her own jacket down her arms before tossing it aside. One of the sleeves landed on the center-console, the rest fell on the driver’s seat, forgotten.

Somewhere, so far in the back of her mind in nearly didn’t exist, Sakura knew she shouldn’t be doing this. But she gave it no thought. Only ground against him harder, wanting him around, against and inside her as heat and desire pooled low in her stomach.

If Itachi had any of the same, fleeting thoughts he didn’t show it as his hands gripped her hips, pushing her down harder, her name echoing out in each of his gasps. The simple sound did delicious things to her insides. She kissed him harder, her hands going for his belt.

That’s when Itachi grabbed her wrists. Not hard but with enough force to make her flinch at the old bruises still lingering there. His grip immediately loosened.

“Sakura, wait,” he murmured, his lips so close they nearly brushed hers with each word. “We shouldn’t…”

Sakura pulled back before she went completely still, not sure she understood. She could see the want and lust lingering deep in his onyx eyes, but something else as well. Something that made that little voice in the back of her mind come forward, reminding her of who she was and who he was. She knew he was right. They were just feeling the aftereffects of their adrenaline. Still, she couldn’t help the little sliver of rejection that embedding itself into her chest.

Closing her eyes, Sakura inhaled slowly before letting it out again. When she finally opened them again, she stared past Itachi to see the windows had begun to fog. Maybe that would have embarrassed her if she wasn’t so conflicted. So frustrated at stopping, so startled by wanting him so badly in the moment.

Itachi’s grasp on her wrists loosened to hold them gently, almost more of a caress as he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to her forehead. Such a juxtaposition from the hardness she could still feel through his jeans. Where it pressed into her center. Aching and throbbing.

“Not here,” he said against her brow. “Not like this.”

Something Sakura couldn’t quite name swelled in her chest. She didn’t know what to say to that and so she said nothing. Simply met his gaze wordlessly before he maneuvered out from under her and slipped out of the car.

Sakura took that moment alone to gather herself. She inhaled deeply, forcefully stomping the still-smoldering embers of her arousal down, as she smoothed her fingers through her hair. She reached for her jacket as Itachi pulled the driver’s side door open, but didn’t bother putting it on. She still felt hot all over. Like his hands had seared her skin in the places he had touched.

They didn’t speak as Itachi started the engine and pulled out on the main road. Simply let the silence fill the space between them.

to be continued…

#itasaku #itachi #sakura #hollow point #chapter 23 #lime #(are we back to using those tags??)#crime au #car chase #saria writes #don't forget to leave a review #because I will stop posting if the lack of feedback continues #final warning

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kaliqueenofeverything-blog · 6 years

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∞✗—TASK 1 : “Excuse you?”

“Girl I am ready, New York summers smell like hot dog water and ass” I roll my eyes then take a sip of my mai tai. Dylan laughs her usual sultry laugh covering her mouth doing her best not to spit out her own drink. “Girl you think New York sucks? Vegas is 120 at all times, you can bake cookies in a car here. We need this vacation…..especially after all the craziness at my house”

Our glasses clink softly off each other as we cheers to that. She looked down at her glass and I could tell she was thinking. My heart ached for my lil baby, she had hoped she could come out to her parents but instead they flipped the script trying to send her away.But we had a plan, we were gonna head out to the DR and spend some time partying and enjoying ourselves before they shipped her off. “Come on, we gotta head to the shops” I hop up out of my seat, as her bestfriend its my job to keep her mind away from the drama and thats what Im gonna do.

15 min later

Roaming through the mall, supposed to be only picking up a new swimsuit for our trip but who can resist a good sale. Our arms now a bit full with the extras we picked up along the way. “2 more stores then we have to head out, we’ll never get packed in time. My parents will be home then I wont be able to sneak away.” Dyl thought aloud while she twirled a curl of shiny ebony hair around her index finger. “Why dont you have Rosa pack for you?” I reason as we pass the food court, my stomach suddenly announcing its hunger with a gargle. “I think she getting old, man last time she washed clothes and put some of my moms clothes in my closet…..and you know she wear scrubs, all the time. Like how can you mess that up?” She makes a face finishing her sentence making me giggle. “Dang… poor Rosa but youre right” My eyes wander away from a store front, only to land on this really pretty brown skin girl giving me the eye, a playful smirk painted on her features, before she saunters into Nordstroms. Snatching Dylans hand I swiftly drag her into the store with me. Dylan already knew what going on so she just laughed. “Why you always do this? You see a fine ass chica you would date, Then I always have to dare you to go get her number, then you do and you never call these chicks” She shook her head as I continued to check shorty out as she pretended to look at shoes “Cause its fun” I shrugged though I knew 65% of that was because I needed someone I was comfortable busting my girl cherry with. And the other 35% was not knowing how far I would actually go if it gets there. “Go get her, tiger” She playfully pushed me toward her, hesitating slightly before I take a deep breath. We talked. We flirted. She played coy……but I got the number and the insta.

As if it couldnt get any better,there were a pair of Balenciaga pumps were back in stock that Id been wanting for so long. Dylan beside me now at the counter,I recount for her how I got the girls number and hand over my card for the cashier to swipe. “I might take her to-” a small sound of disapproval stopped me mid sentence.The young cashier frowned at her screen,causing me to raise a brow. She swiped again and waited for far too long. “Youre card is being declined.” She said bluntly setting my card on the counter “Excuse you? Run it again.” I slid it back to her. Dylan grabbed my hand, squeezing it softly “It says youve reached your limit” Her tone and the small smirk on her lips, the people in line behind us suddenly made it feel like less air in the room, this was beyond embarrassing. “I dont have a limit! Thats a black card,Becky” I waved the card in her face and Dylan began to tug harder at my hand. “My name is Shelby and youre card is still declined” She corrected me, Lord how I hate being corrected. “Bit-” “Punkin lets go!” Dylan forcefully pulled me out of line because I was seconds now from really making a scene. My card never gets declined, she had to be swiping it wrong.

My neck and face were hot then cold, flushing through waves of anxiety and embarrassment as we rushed from the store. To keep tears from rolling down my face, I called my Dad as soon as we were in the mall’s atrium. Nothing. Voicemail through 22 calls, back to back. We headed to Dyl’s car at the valet. Finally a ping.

iMessage from Daddy’O

Im so disappointed Punkin. I cant help you anymore, no more parties, no more trips, no more crazy shopping, no more money. Its done. You are a daughter of the Chief I cant allow you to continue on in these wild ways, what will my country think of me? No husband, no career. And this Youtube is not a career. I am headed out of town for business but your mama will there in the morning to pick you up. When youre better we will speak, but right now I am too ashamed.

Scanning the words repeatedly but my mind wouldnt read them and soon my eyes were too blurry to see the screen. Dylan read the message over my shoulder, her voice a whisper just barely audible. She couldnt even finish the message “Im so sorry sis”She embraced me tightly though my arms wrapped around her too they felt so weak I wasnt entirely sure I was actually hugging her back. “Me too” was the only thing I could say

#KaliMoments #this kind of long but I think I did good lol

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oh-in-italics · 7 years

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Part One: 81 thoughts on the last Jedi

OOOOOWOHoooO1. YES THE THEME IS BACK HOLY CRAP 2. ooohhhh thats a badass/terrifying ship dammmm 3. THE DRAMA IS REAL ONLY ONE SHIP IS COMING WE ALL KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS 4. YYEESSS POE DAMERON 5. He is officially the sass queen because SORRY IM HOLDING FOR GENERAL- 6. OKAY YAS THIS EXCITEMENT IS GREAT 7. DAM BB8 THANK U FOR EXISTING IN GENERAL 8. THE SPECIAL EFFECTS ARE SO GOOD HOLY CRAP 9. Okay can I just say the entire Imperial Empire are idiots seriously “Yes every single one of our death stars has been destroyed by a single fighter BUT WHY HAVE GUNS THAT CAN DESTROY A SMALL FIGHTER FROM A DISTANCE THERES NO NEEEDDD 10. HOLY CRUD THOSE BOMBER SHIPS ARE SO COOL WTF 11. HOLY SHIT PAIGE IS FREAKING AMAZING IS SHE THE NEW ASIAN CHARCTER 12. OH APARENTLY NOT SHES DEAD PAIGE WHY U WERE SO COOL 13. TBH if that was me I would’ve dropped the remote probably 14. THIS MOVIE HAS BEEN 15 MINUTES LONG AND HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE DIED ALREADY 15. I’M HAVING ROGUE ONE FLASHBACKS 16. oKaY BUt ThAT WaS rEallY FReAkiNG CoOL BuT How ManY PeoPLE DiED 17. HOLY CRAP KYLO ARE U GONNA KILL YOUR MAM 18. NO NO NO U CAN’T KILL LEIA ORGANA IT IS NOT ALLOWED 19. YES THANK U KYLO U IS A DECENT 20. HOLY SHIT NO U CAN’T KILL LEIA 21. LEIA ORGANA CANNOT DIE NO 22. OH OKAY SHE AINT DEAD 23. SEEE SHE AND HER FORCE ARE BOTH BADASSES U COULDNT KILL LEIA ORGANA IF U TRIED A-HOLES 24. WHO THE HELL IS ADMIRAL HOLDO 25.I LIKE THE HAIR 26. WTF WHY U BEING A BITCH TO POE DAMERON 27. EHHHH SHE SEEMS MEH 28. YESS FINN’S AWAKE AND POE’S REACTION IS BEST I STILL SHIP THEM BECAUSEE YESSS 29. ooooooOOOOOHHHH I LOVE THIS CRYING CHICK SHE IS ME 30. “I don’t talk to peo-” YES BIACH U AND UR SOCIAL INSECURITIES IS ME 31. HOLLLLYYY CRAP FINN WTF ARE YOU DOING 32. YES TAZE THAT BIACH ROSE (SORRY FINNNN BUT U KIIIINNNDDDAA DESERVED THAT) 33. AWW PAIGE IM SORRY AGAIN HON 34. OOOHHH SECRET MISSION 35. CAN I JUST SAY MAZ IS LIFE OKAY YAY SECRET MISSION THIS IS GONNA GO BADLY 36. YES REY 37. OOOHHH LUKE 38. YAS HE TOOK THE LIGHTSABER 39. Oh well Fuck u too Luke Skywalker BECAUSE WHY WOULD U THROW THAT WTF MAN 40. Awwww Rey she looks so sad Im sorry babe 41. OH YES HES FINALY SPEAKING 42. Wheres Han oh no 43. OH DAM THATS SOME WEIRD VODOO VISON SHIT WTF 44. (COUGH COUGH) KYLO AND REN ARE SUCH SIBLINGS I SWEAR 45. AWWWW PORGS 46. Okay some creppy luke stalking whatever 47. BLUE MILK 48. OOOhhOOOHHHHHHHHHHH thats a HELLA COOL WAY TO FISH AND CROSS CLIFS 49. Okay well the islands KINDA COOL I ADMIT 50. OOOHHH WEIRD SMOKE AND CRAP DAM THOSE BOOKS ARE KINDA COOL 51. YES R2D2 52. okay well I’d scream if I was suddenly woken up by some man standing over me but I’m glad that Rey’s chill 53. OOOOHHHHH SO YOU WIL TEACH HER YAAASS 54. FINALLY 55. Okay well this is all cool i guesssssssssssss 56. CAN U FEEL THE FORCE- hoy crap I can’t anymroe 57. OH WELL FUCK U TOO INDIA AND UR INTERMISSIONS (JK INDIA I LUV U BUT WHY DO U HAVE INTERMISSIONS IN MOVIES SERIOUSLY) 58. OOOOHHH CREPPY ASS DARK HOLE I LIKE IIIITTT 59. REY WHAT ARE YOU DOING 60. REY NO DON’T GO IN- OH WELL SCREW U TOO IDIOT 61. Thats like a lot of Reys dam 62. Oh well taht was anti climatic 63. WWWOOOOOOAAAAHHHH KYLO AGAIN HOW 64. KYLO PUT SOME CLOTHES ON 65. WAIT LUKE WTF U TRIED TO KILL HIM WWHHHAATTT 66. WAIT LUKE TAHTS TRUE 67. BITCH I EXPECTED MORE OF U 68. NO WONDER KYLO’S A LITTLE TURD THEN 69. DAMN IT LUKE JOIN THE FREAKING RESISTANCE 70. Or not. Okay. WELL REY GO FIND KYLO YESS BITCH 71. WAIT HOLDO U JUST WANNA EVACUATE? WHERE WOULD U EVEN GO? 72. POE NO DO NOT PULL A COUP THAT IS NOT SMART 73. Well fuck 74. OKAY WAIT I FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT FINN AND ROSE 54.2: YES FINNNN AND RRROOOOSSEEE Y’ALL ARE AMAZING 55.2: CUE ROSE’S TRAGIC BACKSTORY 55.3: TAHTS ACTUALLY REALLY SAD ROSE IM SORRY BABY 55.4: OKAY SO THAT CASINO IS KINDA PRETTY THO 56.2 OH DAM Y U GET ARRESTED 75. OKAY BACK TO PRESENT YES U FOUND A HACKER WELL DONE U TOO 76. OOOHHHH YES GREAT JOB GETTING ON THE SHIP 77. Y’ALL LOOKIN’ FINE IN IMPERIAL CLOTHES CAN I JUST SAY 78. OOOHHH DARK BB8 DDAAMMM 79. OH NOW CAPTURED 80. YES BB8 RUUUUNNN 81. OH NO PHASMA (OH YESSSS) ANNNND I’LL CONTINUE THIS IF I GET SOME ACTUAL NOTES BECAUSE OTHERWISE I’LL JUST REMINISCE ABOUT THE MOVIE WITHOUT BEING IN ALL CAPS

#leia #organa #rey #finn #star wars #the last jedi #kylo ren #ben #jedi #sith #snoke

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jobone123 · 5 years

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Bottom line my process is #1 over any sleeping baby in the world SORRY FOR YOUR LOST

Couldn’t make a trillion aire baby

I blame the aweful parents not allowed to travel WHOOPS didn’t or couldn’t WANT TO BE CHARGED

It goes to say I WAS AND WON OFF OF BEAUTIFUL Toyota vs Bentley theory VS WHATS IN THOSE BUILDINGS MUSEUM S that sleeping baby girls n boys can’t see YOU PEOPLE SHOULD OF MADE GORILLA S

You cant travel with them retards ready to snap n bite anyone

If the world was Ice box gems THINK ABOUT WAR n us flying back n forth to black sites

Downtown is an accident should of bought a zoo or a fish tank STAR FISH IS VS SWORD FISH whoops

ONE OF TWO THINGS HAPPENED HERE IN LAS VEGAS either I killed jason or he saved my life

I’m not in it for a one night stand From a fake queen that doesn’t have a job #condoms

When no one cares about your piece of shit KIDScreations because they have their own IRACK GIRLS MAKES TOO MUCH SENSE you couldn’t make a billionaire baby JUST A BLOB OF SHIT ugly SEXY OR CUTE WON I win

Let’s not confuse the sacrifice BUISNESS with things or people that REALLY NEVER SHOULD OF BEEN BORN OR EXISTENCE throw away s VS ANY GIRL whoops n ouch add lmao

So am I not the most sexy computer boy GOV EVER MADE are u not entertained I SELL SEX not monsters

Once these monsters LET GO one big ball NO MORE PAIN it becomes A real animal VS YOU DIDNT HAVE CLEARANCE whoops

I still want my gorilla girl AKA MONSTER I can fuck TIRED OF FUCKING DEAD CORPSES

I’m here for govs best in show AKA I ATE MY GAS BABY whoops n delicious aka the best dam computer ever made #shoutsouts Sunrise satellite city

You love these monsters 1. Because age 2. Jerk offs AGAINST MY RESIST MOVEMENT boys throw away your phones TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY or it’s already too late YIKES N OUCH

It’s over we done DONT EVER CONFUSE ME WITH A OLD JERK OFF MONSTER I sell sex #resist

#report sat bae found me #report Downtown fake pOwEr Get off my dick BLOB BLOB BLACK BLOB BLOB BLACK blob blob black BLAH blob black bllob black black BLAH BLAH BLACK BLAH BLAH BLACK blah blah black blah blah blah black BLAH BLAH BLAH BLACK BLAH BLAH BLACK blah blah blah black blah blah blah black blah blah blah blob blah blah blah black BLAH BLAH BLACK BLAH BLAH BLACK DOWNTOWN BLAH BLAH BLACK

As aqua man ORGASM N SWIMS CONFORMING to any subject SAID You ain’t IT

If these monsters were why u couldn’t travel MIRROR Jason will bring the girls Whops n yikes COULDNT MAKE A TRILLION DOLLAR BABY gov vs people ANY SICK BABY RECOVERY yikes n ouch SHE NEEDS TO PUT A BULLET IN MY HEAD to stop this CIRCUS sweat sHE WIULD

I didn’t n couldn’t believe AND STILL DONT these sat techs never traveled UNFORGIVABLE yikes n ouch IM A WALKING NETWORK PING bring the girls Whops

We’re done

It’s shows the real problem with America was PLANES NOT SHIPS if ever city could be TRAVELED VIA SHIP we would have COMMON SENSE WORLD

Now I’m fighting every fake fort base with an airport

We’re done

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mass-effect-a-companions-react · 7 years

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The team reacts to Ryder knitting something for them

Jaal: Oh! He is so excited to get a gifts from his friend/darling one! He's gushing at the thought of how much Ryder must like him to give him a gift. Ryder knitted him a poncho with a hood and buttons and everything. He will wear it occasionaly if he and Ryder are just friends, but if romanced he wears it all the time. Sometimes over or under his roff-jinn and sometimes just by itself. He cant wait to show his true mother his gift. Romaced or not, he gives them a roff-jinn tailored to them in thier favorite color in turn.

Cora: She's surprised to see a knitted dress in her quaters thrown across her bed. In a little box next to it were knitted earings and a braclet. She pickes up a note and what it says will vary depending on her relationship. If unromanced or F!Ryder the note will say "An outfit for future girls night out"If romanced it will say "An outfit for for dates.Ps: I know its not exactly the roses you planed for, but who knows maybe they will be"She looks over on her desk to find a vase of knitted roses with a packes of rose seeds next to it labled "for the future."She thanks Ryder for the gifts and also kinda jokes about them for being a knitting dork. She totally wears the dress and keeps the roses next to her bed.

PeeBee: She honestly couldn't help but to laugh. The great pathfinder likes to knit like an old person. But by the goddess if that snatchel Ryder handed her didn't look great. She'd take it only use half of the old jokes she came up with and uses it all the time. It's got alot of pockets for her to store any remnant tech pieces and knick-knacks she may pick up on her adventures. As a thank-you PeeBee snags something she thinks Ryder would like and they find it on thier bed in crudely knitted pouch.

Liam: He cracked the dorkiest grin when he received a present box from Ryder and it only got wider when he open it to find a knitted jacket. Although, part of it could just be from him resisting the urge to laugh at the thought of Ryder knitting. He tries it on, and it fits him perfectly. Nice and soft too. He buried his face in the collar of it before giving them a bear hug. If romanced he'll kiss Sara, though putting on the jacket is a waist because it just ends up discarded with the rest of thier clothes in the heat of the moment.

Drack: Nakmor Drack is not a softy. He did not get a little happy when he saw Ryder's note ontop of the knitted pillows and blanket on his bed.He did not get reminiscent of when Kesh would give him little gifts all crumpled in her little chubby hands and he did not smile at the fact that Ryder hand made a gift for him. Nakmor Drack is not a softy. He does not enjoy the pyjack and varren patten. Nor did he change his bed sheets to the new set. Nakmor Drack is not a softy. He did not get Ryder that new gun they were eyeing because of the gift, and did not smile or feel pride when he saw how excited they were to have it. Nakmor Drack is not a softy.

Lexi: She was pleasantly surprised when Ryder presented knitted baskets for her. "You always did say you needed more storage space." They say with a shrug as Lexi thanks them. She asks them how to make make them so that she could create her own in the future. The next time Ryder visits the lab, the baskets are on display in various places full of little medical items and catalogs. A few weeks later Lexi gives Ryder a very shabby looking basket, but they keep it anyway and put all thier knitting stuff in it, much to her enjoyment.

Vetra: Ryder gives her a bright purple scarf, and she purrs in appreciation. Her mandibles clicked pleasantly as she felt how smooth and soft the scarf is. She will switch back and forth from her normal scarf and Ryder's scarf, but if romanced she will wear the purple scarf more often. Regardless of romance status, Vetra will use her connections to get Ryder what ever they want. Sid makes fun of her for it.

Kallo: He honestly almost doesnt register the new slip cover or cushion at first. The chair feels..different some how and the seat is softer and more comfortable. After a hot second he hopped up to find the knitted slip and cushion in his favorite color, followed by a giggle from Suvi, who was obviously in on it (Thats how Ryder learns his favorite color) He doesn't really do anything about it right away, but he will thank them and makes an unscheduled stop on Aya for a quick 1 day shore leave and a good portion of credits.

Suvi: She all but squealed when Ryder gave her red knitted boots, and thanked them profusely as she slipped off her shoes to try the new ones on. If romanced she will kiss Sara then and there, causing Kallo to make a remark about them getting a room and washing his eyes. As a thank you, Suvi (who is a master knitter) will give them a hand made Cardigan with their 2 favorite animals on it. They now have weekly knitting sessions, and the team joins in eventually, even Lexi and Drack. But Vetra is now banned because she got angry becuase she couldnt purl right and almost took out Gil's eye when she threw the needle across the room

.Gil: Gil was a hard person to knit for. What would he even like? Ryder was stumped and just knitted him a sweater, tossing it over his work table with a quciky scribbled note. He thanks them, but didnt do anything drastic.He does like wear it around the ship. Its a bit too big and went loose around the shoulders but he loves it, especially if Ryder is romanced because it kind of smells like him. He also goes just a little bit easier on them at Poker. But, one day Ryder recives a mini cake in their quaters with a bit of it eaten off and a note in Gil's hand writing that says "Sorry, I couldn't resist.

Reyes: Ryder had already left when he found his gift. A little black box with a note next to it on the table. He opens it to find a little knitted ring with a button threaded in the center for the jewl. He smirked as he slipped the ring on already having plans for the next time he saw them. The next time Ryder arives on Kadara port, Reyes imediantly wisked away across the port for a day of drinks and adventure. He flaunts the ring, especially if romances ( he jokes about Ryder proposing to him with string) The day ends with the with the two relaxing in the bar room of Tartarus drinking over a personal bottle of wine. They joke about what ever they did that day, however if romanced Reyes presents them with thier own ring carved and smoothed out of stone, though the pants are lost soon. They left with an unopened bottle (and a kiss if romanced) and memories that they probably won't remember.

Bouns Twin: Ryder walked into the bedbay with a little knitted necklace in thier hands decorated with various beads in the center. "Well bro/sis you always did complain about my knitting abilities. But since you nocked out cold, you cant compalin when I put this on you." You slipped the necklace still half expecting them to complain but wear it for like 3 hours before it mysteriously got stuck underneath a chair. But they didnt and around thier neck it stayed. For some reason every time you saw it around thier neck you couldnt help but to feel a twinge of sadness you spoke to them."The moment I wake up, Im gonna strangle you with this."And for some reason, that made you feel better.

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