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elisaphoenix13 · 1 year

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The Not So Secret Life Of Misfits

"Don't you guys have people to do this? Or at least have it delivered?"

Stephen sighs softly as America follows him down the bread aisle of the grocery store. She had mentioned that while he was not the same Stephen she had known, he was still who she was used to and was sticking to his side for the better part. It didn't bother him, especially since he was used to it with Valerie, and the little girl was more attached to him than America was being. America was still adjusting.

Suddenly having rich parents was definitely an adjustment. Stephen remembered how every single one of the boys had their own way of getting used to things.

"We usually have it delivered, but sometimes I need to pick up a couple of things and it's nice to get away from the chaos." Stephen finally answers as he grabs a few loaves of bread.

"So…I'm still a little confused. How many kids do you have?" America asks while leaning against the cart. She quickly decides to take it for a joyride instead and rides it up and down the aisle as Stephen looks at the bagels.

"Depends on what you mean." Stephen says.

"Well, I heard Tony call Cassie your kid but she doesn't stay upstairs with us. And then that girl…Kate? She comes over this morning and calls you Mom." America looks at him sheepishly when she accidentally runs the cart into Stephen's hip but he just puts his things into it.

It hadn't been the first time he was hit by a shopping cart. Peter was the first and the rest followed. Every single one of them decided at one point to take the cart for a joy ride and ran into him, except William and Valerie of course. Lucy hadn't yet but it was only a matter of time.

"In that case I have…" Stephen stops to think about it, counting under his breath. "Thirteen? Including you?"

America gapes at him. "What, so you have more?"

"Yes. They're called the Avengers." Stephen snorts, leading the way to the next aisle and leaving America to follow with the cart.

"I thought Bucky was joking when he called you Mom."

"It started off that way, but it sort of stuck."

"Do you like it? Being Mom?" America asks softly and Stephen looks at her after grabbing some cereal.

The question threw Stephen for a loop. Nobody had asked him the question. At least not directly. The closest anyone ever got to it was Peter and that was just to ask him if it was really okay to call Stephen "mom" after his slip up all those years ago. Now that he stopped to think about it for a moment, he couldn't see his life any differently. He loved his kids, his husband, even the Avengers. It was a family he didn't dare think of giving up for anything. It made him sympathetic to America's situation. The poor girl had bounced around countless universes until she heard of this one. One where she thought she could have a chance to have a family again.

And when they welcomed her with open arms, it left her reeling. Hence the questions.

"I do actually." He answers. "Does it bother you?"

America shakes her head immediately with wide eyes. "No! It's just…an adjustment compared to the you I knew. I don't feel like a burden here. Am I?"

"No." Stephen says immediately. "You're not a burden. Don't ever think you are. It took a lot of reassuring for the boys to not feel that way anymore when we took them in."

For the next few minutes, America follows him in comfortable silence as they shop, until they get to the dairy section.

"I know you said you come to get away from the chaos, but how come you brought all of the kids?" Just as the last word leaves America's mouth, Diana runs over with a bag of goldfish crackers, putting them in the cart when Stephen nods.

"Where's your sister?" Stephen asks.

"Sissy is coming. She saw you walk down here and said to go ahead. She said she needs to grab some toothpaste for Uncle Scott and Uncle Quill." Diana answers.

Stephen hums in acknowledgement and turns his attention back to America. "Because my kids scatter and find a snack they want. They don't cause trouble…at least not anymore."

"Oh…makes sense I guess. But not Lucy?"

"Lucy is content to stay at home with Tony and get covered in grease," Stephen rolls his eyes. "It's probably for the best anyway. She's very…energetic."

"Mom's just afraid that Lucy will climb the shelves and then jump off with that happy screech she has." Cassie elaborates when she walks over and America laughs.

"Yeah I did see her climbing the bookshelves the other day."

"We have to keep her away from the personal gym too," Thomas adds when he seemingly appears out of nowhere with white cheddar cheez-its and mumbles, "There was an incident with the pool."

Cassie powers his voice to say, "Lucy jumped in without a care in the world like she usually does. No life vest or floaties so she sank to the bottom immediately. We've…never seen Mom so freaked out."

"He jumped in after her before any of us could even react and kept her at his side for the rest of the day." Thomas adds. "We heard him having a nightmare that same night."

"He had a nightmare?" Cassie whispers.

Stephen froze while reaching out for some butter. Despite Cassie and Thomas's attempt to tell the story quietly, the sorcerer still heard their words and had to take a moment to collect himself. The pool incident was still fairly recent so it was still fresh in his mind, and it made his chest tighten. He had gone in after Lucy without a second thought and she had been unperturbed by the situation, but to Stephen, it was almost like reliving a memory.

A memory that still haunted him after almost 20 years when a similar situation arose. It happened before with Peter at the lake house, and now with Lucy at the pool…

"He's right here and he can hear you." Stephen sighs, finally tossing the butter into the cart. "America, why don't you find a snack you like?"

Her eyes nearly pop out of her head. "Really? Any snack?"

"Yeah! I always get the white cheddar cheez-its. They're like crack to me." Thomas cackles. "Will and Val get strawberries and whipped cream. They do everything and share everything together if Val isn't attached to Mom."

"I noticed. You know, when I first got here, I thought she was actually William's," America says and Stephen covers his face with his hand. "I was like, wow, talk about a teen dad, but then I realized…siblings. Would have thought Cassie and Diana were mother and daughter if the age wouldn't have been so weird."

Cassie blushes. "Oh geez, no. I helped Tony…raise her…but you know. I helped however I could since…the snap."

America nods. "Yeah…I was told about that. I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"It's okay. I think we've all healed and moved on from it now." Cassie smiles.

"Sissy and I will help you find a snack!" Diana finally says after listening to the older kids converse with each other.

"Sure. I gotta see the weird foods here anyway."

Cassie laughs. "No, you gotta save the weird foods for when I drag Papa shopping. He saw cotton candy flavored grapes and had an aneurysm."

"Please take me on your next shopping trip with him," America laughs as she walks away with the girls.

In the meantime, Stephen finishes in the dairy aisle and leaves Thomas to push the cart after him as he leads them to the drinks. The kids wanted a movie night and so they needed drinks and popcorn, one of the reasons Stephen brought them with him. Harley and Peter were charged with finding the popcorn, but after that? He just prayed to the Vishanti that they really had grown out of their public shenanigans.

"Do you think coffee would make me travel at light speed?" Thomas asks and Stephen snorts.

"I'm sure your body metabolizes it faster than it can set in, but I still wouldn't want to risk it."

"Pietro taught me how to run through walls. He says the laws of physics don't always apply to us when we run. Like running on water or running through thin walls." Thomas explains. "Brick walls are still too hard for me."

Stephen glances at his son and raises an eyebrow. "Remind me to ground him when we get home. You should ask before testing anything like–"

"I did! I asked Dad! He set up some things we can try." Thomas reassures quickly.

Not that Stephen wasn't sure it was something to be relieved about. Tony was a fantastic father, but sometimes even his genius brain took a break and didn't think things through. But since Thomas had yet to come to him with a concussion, he assumed Tony and Pietro were being somewhat responsible.

With Lucy though, Stephen was still convinced that Tony had blown out her eardrums while working in the lab with her. Whether from blasting music or from blowing things up. But Bruce had checked out her ears for her and said Lucy was fine. Maybe the little girl just had selective hearing when it came to Stephen. She listened when he was stern, but usually if he asked her nicely to please not wipe her boogers on Levi, it went in one ear and out the other.

There was also the time she tried to climb the railing of the stairs just so she could slide down. Fortunately Rhodey had been visiting and put a stop to that pretty quickly.

"Just…please be careful." Stephen finally says. "I'd rather not have to use a jackhammer to dig my child out of bricks."

Thomas grins. "You might not have to. Pretty sure Yelena could headbutt a brick wall and make it crumble like sand."

"Speaking of Yelena, remind me to talk to her and Kate about their not so private…trysts." Stephen motions to some drinks for Thomas to grab and put on the bottom of the cart. "Your brother did one of those panic flusters when he walked in on them. Closed the door while he was still in the room and then apparently turned so red that a sunburn would have been jealous and teleported away."

"Was that the day he called from Japan?" Thomas bursts into laughter then yelps when Stephen smacks the back of his head. "I love him but he's such a ditz sometimes."

"Yelena thought it was hilarious too," Stephen drawls. "Now go round up the brood. I'm finished."

Thomas salutes. "Yes, sir!"

"And never do that again."

"Peter and Harley are right. It's fun to see you make that face." Thomas dodges Stephen's next swipe and jogs off hollering for his siblings, which makes Stephen rub the bridge of his nose.

The twins had certainly come out of their shells. And unfortunately that meant that their older brothers were rubbing off on them. At least William still had some modicum of respect for Stephen and Tony. He had his moments of sass but it was still in the respectable range. Thomas, on the other hand, was teetering dangerously on Harley's end of the spectrum. Even going so far as to run literal circles around their resident god.

Sometimes even Sam after he heard the story about how he and Steve first met. Sam was less than pleased with the outcome and Steve always got a good laugh out of it.

Stephen was fairly certain that Thomas used his speed to his advantage when he wasn't in view anymore, because the sorcerer was surrounded by all of the kids before he was even halfway to the front of the store. They were all chattering about at least three different subjects and none of them needed his immediate attention so he tuned them out. He simply pushed the cart to an open register, let the kids unload it onto the belt, and waited for the cashier to ring him up so he could pay and go home. Tea and that piece of chocolate cake he had put into the cart were starting to sound heavenly.

"Dude...I just found Peeps flavored Pepsi," Harley announces and Cassie laughs, taking it from him and putting it on the belt.

"Just when Papa thinks the grocery store won't traumatize him anymore." Cassie grins.

"Babe, that's savage." Peter laughs.

"Busy day, Dr. Strange?" The cashier asks and Stephen snorts humorously.

"Believe it or not, this is a calm day."

#mama bear au #supremefamily #stephen strange #america chavez #tommy shepherd #diana stark strange (oc)#cassie lang

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lonelyroommp3 · 1 month

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in re: reblogging mundane personal posts, ok, I don’t do this, BUT I think it depends on how “personal” the posts are. ie reblogging “went to the doctor today. then went to a coffee shop. then went home. now playing animal crossing” is really weird. reblogging “ugh the bus is late, I hate it when this happens” still weird but overall a somewhat relatable sentiment. reblogging “omg i love my english professor!” some might not see it as weird to reblog, nor see it as a Personal Post, if they also love their english prof.

i guess my nonanswer is: there’s a lot of circumstances where someone might not recognize it as weird, especially if there’s like, residue in that person’s brain of early 2012 tumblr where posts that were simply like “omg i went to the grocery store and the clerk didn’t ring up my bananas?” And it was common for someone who wasn’t OP to reblog it and hijack with a stupid pun or with a comment like “reblog this to manifest a year of free bananas!”

also I’m not saying it’s “”okay”” or “”not weird”” in those cases, just that I GENUINELY think that’s what up — but even then, reblogging posts that are Clearly Very Specifically About OP Talking About Their Day is weird. like I kiiiiiinda understand where, for example, a marvel fan account might reblog a post of someone who said “omg just bought a bunch of Spider-Man comics at my local bookstore!” but if someone reblogs something like “today i went into my local bookstore, talked to my favorite cashier Teresa, bought a bunch of comic books because I finally decided to start reading them, and then promptly spilled coffee all over myself” … ok that’s weird

Idk 😭 it’s a hard phenomenon to describe when I’m making up scenarios out of my ass. I think in a lot of cases someone might legit just be out of touch and not recognize it as a personal post, but for posts that truly are Just Personal and not about fandom or a funny anecdote whatsoever, I’m right there with you that I have no idea why someone would want that on their blog.

oh no yeah you are so completely right about all of this but also tbh i am very specifically talking about personal & specific mundane posts in this case - i'm also willing to (so humbly, as i'm sure you can agree) admit that i tend to have something of a jester's turn of phrase in the way i type, like i am simply predisposed to a Joak, so i can entirely understand why in some cases people will be like ohhh this is meant to be a FUNNYMAN post and believe they're investing at 10 notes or whatever. but even when i try to be completely dry and uninteresting in my personal posts to prevent that from happening... it still happens. like every so often i'll be like "you know what, this personal post is so mundane and specific that nobody could possibly want to reblog it" and take the risk of leaving reblogs enabled and suddenly... what do you know!

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hollyhomburg · 2 years

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ngl im just thinking about one of the days when the m/c is just like- bored at home, she doesn't want to cook or bake and she's gotten to the point where she kinda wants to go do stuff outside but can't go on her own just yet. and yoongi's going to the store, because they have so many mouths to feed he goes like- every week maybe monday mornings or something. i just see him as someone who has a very clear schedule especially with the m/c and cookies diets like- jk depends on fresh veggies for most of his nutrition and monday is a good day for yoongi to cook since almost everyone is tired when they come home and he likes having the freshest veggies.

so she decides to go with him and help 🥺 just her toddling around and following him and tugging on his sleeve in the direction of the snacks isle, and he always makes sure to go at weird times so that it's mostly quiet so she feels more comfy to like- branch out and go look for stuff she might want to try on her own. though he's always keeping an eye out for her and watching her from across the store just to be safe.

ngl i just think that grocery shopping and running errands is one of the cutest and like- most quality ways to spend gentle time together. kinda a love language that is also food related with the two of them. the little cries of "oh we need that" and "i'll get it!" that they say, she'd eat up yoongi's happy hums

And maybe they get boba or coffee after or before so she has something sweet to sip on, and occasionally she'll bring him back strange fruits that she's never tried or hasn't had in years. Just her being like "these grapes are supposed to taste like cotton candy! i've never tried them before!" and him internally being like "oh they can't be as sweet as you"

meanwhile if jimin was with them (why is the idea of an assassin grocery shopping low key funny) he'd already have added 5 bags to the cart along with strawberries and blackberries too regardless of season along with packaged sweets. And they'd slowly work their way through he snacks isle to try every one and figure out which one was her favorite. And maybe when they go to the boba shop yoongi always gets her favorite so that she can try something new and that way even if she doesn't like it she can still have something sugary and sweet 🥺

yeah i just saw a supercut of yoongi and the boys shopping and just 🥺 had so many thoughts of them together, sleepy at like 10 am on a monday morning, getting their errands done together <3

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untitled-seems-appropriate · 1 year

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So I was only 19…

So when I was 19.. a few days before my 20th birthday I was living in the Bahamas. Rough I know. I was teaching scuba diving at a very popular dive shop ( I’m not going to name them, we’re a non judgement place here … although they were the most awful place. So toxic) anyways, there I was 19 years old, living in the sun, teaching on the water everyday. I met joey from Nsync!! And little did I know, 7 days before my 20th birthday my entire life would change.

maybe I’ll back track a little.. if you’re interested. I’m from the smallest place ever in Canada & I got into a super cool school that taught me how to be a scuba instructor. So I packed up my hopes and dreams, cried for weeks and moved across the country. Met the best people, partied like my life depended on it and headed to my first stop on my adventure - Turks and Caicos. But that’s a story for another time. After that adventure ended.. I headed home and searched for my next stop. Oh how I wish I could have seen into the future on this one.

so long story short, I made my way to the Bahamas. Bright eyed and bushy tailed.. happily just quit my job at McDonald’s- which I might add I was terrible at.. and I set fourth on my new quest.

I guess I should at at this point I wasn’t alone.. I had a boyfriend but he’s not relevant to any parts of these stories. But I don’t want to seem that brave, because I wasn’t. Okay back to it.

so I made it to Nassau, was living on the dock, had made some friends. I was young, I was tanned - what could go wrong?

well exactly seven days before I turned 20 I was sitting in my one bedroom tiny above the dock apartment, when we heard the alarms going off after hours. We looked around and couldn’t see anything, so we called our boss who then tells us they see people had broken into the gift shop part.. they had notified the police. Then the phone lines go dead.. because the people robbing the place cut them and the Internet. Great.

now this was 15 years ago.. I had a pay as you go flip phone I bought in a grocery store in the Bahamas. I wasn’t texting for help… or making a TikTok.. our only lines of communication were gone. So we just stood there. Well, I just stood there as a cockroach crawled across my foot and my at the time boyfriend decided to go down and yell “hello” … because that was going to spook them. It didn’t. He runs back up and we stand there watching as they throw bags over the fence and then proceed to jump the fence while wearing face masks and holding machetes and huge guns.

They must have heard my heroic boyfriend because they then proceed to POINT up at my apartment where I am standing trying not to scream at them or the cockroach and they wave and say something in Jamaican & take off in a jeep.

I breathe. Like, the biggest exhale I thought I could ever exhale in my life. Tears start pouring down my face and the panic sets in. Then obviously I’m wondering is the dock dog alive? He isn’t barking? He’s like 30 years old! They wouldn’t kill the dog right? Oh yeah - my boyfriend! I grab my pack of Marbolo reds and run outside (I was 19 and living alone smoking seemed cool 15 years ago)

everyone is alive! The gift shop is not so okay, but the dog and boyfriend are okay. The police, in true Bahamian fashion, showed up almost 2 hours later. Our loving bosses never showed up - we were okay though thanks! And that ended my day of June 3rd, while I was 19.

life resumes as normal. I wake up late, throw on my bikini and eat some Nutella toast and run down the dock to see my jobs for the day & set sail out into the beautiful, crystal blue waters of Nassau. Then comes June 7th. Three whole days before I turn 20. My entire life changed. I can’t go back, I can’t change anything that happened from then until now. But I have learned. I’ve regretted. I’ve lost and gained. But looking back to my 19 year old self and this day.. my heart does nothing but ache for her. So I guess I should tell you, if you’ve stuck around this long.

so here it goes ..

So, I was only 19. And I watched an elderly woman commit suicide over a 1900 foot wall, underwater, in the Bahamas. Got blamed for neglect, investigated by numerous people, blamed by her husband infront of a boat full of people, got exiled from my actual work to work at the sister shop and lost my damn mind along the way in a fit of grief and depression.

I was only 19. 19 years old. I was a kid - just starting out in life and all of this was being thrown at me. And no one but myself was protecting me - everyone was protecting themselves. And the things I discovered along the way. All the lies and deception.

so, If I’ve still got you here and you are interested. Let me catch my breath & I’ll tell you that story. Because that’s why we’re here right?

talk soon,

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active-mind-15 · 3 months

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✄✎!

Hello again, Stella 😁. Thank you for the asks! I'll just answer these in order.

✄ what’s your editing process?

My editing process really depends on how certain I am about the direction of a chapter. The way I plan chapters is that I write out an outline of bullet points of what I want to occur in chronological order., and then writing the story is just filling in the blanks in between the bullet points. But to actually flesh out a story from one bullet point to another can be difficult if I'm not sure of how I should progress the plot.

So most of the time I'm editing outside of looking for spelling mistakes is spent going back and forth over whether I want to progress the plot through dialogue or through exposition. Sometimes I'll try both methods, writing them out and then deciding which one I want to delete after seeing how well each method reads. It all depends on how quickly I want to progress the plot or how much I want to linger describing something or digging into a character's thoughts or memories related to something.

There are also times when I may not think a line of dialogue or exposition suits the current chapter I'm writing but I'll save it in a document for later if I think it has the potential to be explored in the future.

Sometimes if I write something out and think it might be better to conclude the chapter earlier, then I split it up into multiple chapters. This is why in the same fic my chapters can fluctuate anywhere between 2k and 12k words. It just depends on where I think it's best to leave off.

These days I'm more of a perfectionist about my work so I spend extra long editing it compared to 7 or 8 years ago when I would just type up God knows what and then post it at 5am and tell my readers that I'll get to any spelling and grammatical errors when I wake up. I don't want to go back to that per se, but I do want to go back to not worrying as much about my chapter being "good enough", especially since I've come to realize that my standards for myself are incredibly high.

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

I have two answers for this and I gave the first one here, but as for the second one, I think people would be able to tell based on the type of things I write about. No matter which fandom I write for, it seems I always have an inclination to write slice-of-life. There's something I find rather comforting about the mundane, maybe because it's something so intimately familiar to me, but it seems to be one of my favorite genres to write for.

There are some fic writers who can write the most extravagant plots with incredibly fantastical worldbuilding elements that weave so seamlessly together. Some fic writers can write the most action-packed stories that have you gripping the edge of your seat as you read along. Not me, though! I like exploring people in everyday situations. Even if a fic I'm writing isn't strictly 'slice-of-life', it still creeps its way into my work no matter what I do. I like talking about experiences everyone has like shopping for groceries, taking a walk, or getting sick.

It's funny because when I was a kid, whenever my classmates would talk about things they did over the weekend or vacations they went on, they always had the wildest stories to tell, and I would always be self-conscious because all the stories I was excited to tell were so...ordinary. Now that I'm older, I understand that my stories, no matter how ordinary, were equally as valid, and I shouldn't feel any shame for just living a regular life.

It's not every day you go skydiving or attend a crazy house party where people are dancing on the roof. Maybe today I tried a new dinner recipe. Maybe I went shopping. Maybe I organized my closet. Or maybe I just did nothing. And that's fine, too.

But to get back to the main question before I keep derailing, I have a deep affection for slice-of-life. So, if you see an anonymous fic that can take a regular situation and flesh it out into a full-fledged detailed piece of literature, that's probably me.

#i just have a lot to say about the mundane #it's just so good #i think that's why when i make headcanons of characters it usually is about the most mundane things #this is also why i have trouble controlling myself with wordcount but shhhhhh #tumblr asks #fanfic asks

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mysticheathenn · 4 months

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Get to Know Your Tarot Reader!

Where or how did you start learning Tarot? I watched a lot of pick-a-card readings and noticed how each reader deciphers each card. When I finally decided to do readings I purchased and downloaded several tarot journals and guides to help. Overall, I’m more of an intuitive reader than reading cards based on their meanings.

Topic/theme you are good at? Life, Purpose, Guidance, Money, Family/Friends

Do you read reversal, why and why not? Yes and no. I keep reversals but because I’m an intuitive reader that doesn’t always mean something good or bad is happening. I go off the energy that I feel from the cards and not always their meanings.

A card you identify with (signifier)? It’s between The High Priestess & Queen of Swords

Your birth cards; do you see yourself in those cards? Yes. (Hermit & Moon). I tend to keep to myself and only say what needs to be said nothing more unless asked.

Deck(s) you use? A lot, haha! To name my favorites: Muse Tarot, Moonology (both decks), Spellcasting Oracle, Starseed Oracle, Modern Witch Tarot, etc.

Do you cleanse your deck(s), and how? Yes. Depends on how the decks feel. If they feel heavy then I cleanse them either in the moonlight or with a certain sage/dragon blood and the window open. If they feel light but need a bit of a refresh I blow on them and knock a few times to shake the energy it’s holding.

Do you have a ritual or a prayer you do before a reading? So far nothing special. I mostly just have dragon blood burning as I am reading and I ask my guides for protection. Sometimes afterwards I will take a spiritual bath if the energies are heavy.

Do you believe decks have personalities? If yes, what are your decks’ personalities? Yes, my tarot decks are like me and give me cutthroat readings haha.

Decks you want to buy? Too many to list, haha. If you would like to buy me a deck to use for a personal or general reading click here.

Your favorite Suit, why? Cups because its energy is beautiful. If not Cups, Wands in 2nd Place and Pentacles in 3rd.

Your favorite Major Arcana, why? Death because in every ending there’s a new beginning and I find that poetic.

Your favorite Minor Arcana, why? 10 of Cups because everyone deserves that kind of feeling and fulfillment in their life.

Card(s) you dislike and why? The Moon, because of its ambiguous energy.

Your opinion on the Tower, Death, The Devil, 10 of Swords and other ‘negative’ cards? I never find any of those cards as negative because they are just things in life that need to change. I find them as wake-up call cards rather than negative.

Do you have any weird or interesting experiences with tarot? Nothing weird or interesting so far but I do love it when spirit confirms the reading through oracle cards or a passage from the book that came with the oracle/tarot deck.

Any controversial opinion about tarot reading? I don’t think this opinion is controversial more so that tarot reads current energy and what you are doing with your life that causes ripple effects to get your message for your reading. So if I say someone new is coming into your life romantically and currently at the time of the reading you are going out all the time but then stop going out other than just to go to work or grocery shopping of course no one new is coming in unless you’re active online. Information changes which is why I say it shouldn’t be used to predict things but more so used as a guide or confirmation on things you already know or hope will come to pass if you do the work required to bring them in.

Message/Tips for beginners OR querents? Figure out what kind of tarot reader you are. Some of us including myself are intuitive readers, some of us are card-meaning readers, and some go off of other things maybe symbols on the card. Figure that out and go from there. It will help relieve some stress in thinking you are doing things wrong because everyone is different so don’t feel you need to copy someone else. Be authentic in your practice.

Recommendation (tarot readers, websites, videos, books, etc)? (TBA)

What other interests do you have? Reading, Sims Franchise, My Shih-poo, traveling, quiet nights stargazing or night drives.

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baked-potatoes-rule · 6 months

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thought of the day

We often end up in vicious cycles throughout our lifetime(current one and previous/next ones, depending on your views on existence). This becomes more apparent when the cycle is connected to things we hold closest to our hearts.

There's absolutely no worse thing than the feeling of being stuck and unable to break away from the old familiar bad. And it's even worse when we change environments, people, occupations and those things happen all over again.

Some people simply come to the conclusion that they are most likely doomed to a miserable life and more of the same(somehow it's always the exact opposite of what we want.)

Others don't even question why does this keep happening.

Some think they are broken and there's no way out of their little private hell.

When desperation and hopelessness move in with you and decide to couch surf in your living room things start getting more serious. We reach a point where "just trying to survive" doesn't cut it. People who have been hopeless and desperate for a very long time...some of them give up. Others get angry. Remember, anger is actually higher on the energetic frequency scale than despair is.

I am a firm believer ( some people would probably throw stones at me for it ) that everything happens for a reason. No matter if we perceive that thing as good or bad. To give a dumbed-down example: My car breaking down means that's a bad day for me. I have to go get it fixed, pay money, and waste time. It wouldn't exactly make my day. The guy at the car shop who's going to fix my car, that's gonna be a good day for him. My broken car = work for him. More work, more financial stability. Same thing...affecting two people differently. The 50 euros I lost, someone found them and won't struggle with the groceries as much this month etc.

The victim mentality

It's insensitive to call people "too sensitive" for what happened to them. I hate it when it happens. I hate comparing people's hardships because we are all different. But there's something else to be said here...

I hate it when we shoot ourselves in the foot by forever letting our experiences keep us hostage. Preventing us to live the life we want, the life we deserve. That brings me to the next point...

To err is human, to forgive divine.

Forgiveness happens for you, not anybody else. It is one of the hardest things to do but one of the most liberating. Forgiveness does not mean to continue letting others harm you. It means letting go of all that pent-up anger and resentment towards them AND towards yourself, for letting others do what they did to you.

It is possible to break the cycle. It is. People have done it. It is doable and you aren't doomed. It's just difficult. I want people to fight though. I want people to get angry and fight for their souls because we deserve it. We deserve to have ourselves in our own corner. Fuck everybody else. You be there for you.

The golden key is to learn how to be in the present moment and realize that it gets better NOW. Embracing the moment as it is,as horrible as it may be and acknowledging how you feel (bypassing our feelings is unhealthy. fuck the 'only good vibes' bs"

Get angry! If you can't, I am already angry enough for the both of us. Angry and ready to fight for our souls.

I hope this tangent gives at least a small sparkle of hope for someone...or maybe makes them angry enough to love themselves some more today. Everything that happens to us is meant for our growth. That doesn't mean it is easy, or that you're weak. That's just life in the 3D.

anyone feeling like ranting or getting angry without being judged...feel free to reach out.

have a blessed day!

#rant #thought of the day #potato speaks #hopelessness #depression #life lessons #perserverance #bring our own light into the darkness

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alsjeblieft-zeg · 1 year

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323 of 2023

What is the population of the city you live in?

118.000, of which 20.000 live in the very centre (I’m one of them).

Where did you get the shirt you’re wearing now?

Oh there we go again. I’m not wearing any shirt.

How many pairs of jeans do you own?

Too many for my own good.

What was the last thing you had to eat and drink?

Soup and fruit juice.

Do you have an addiction to anything?

Some say shopping lol.

What was the last movie you watched? Who did you watch it with?

I don’t waste my time on movies.

What was the last thing you spent more than $20 on?

Groceries lol.

Do you like cheeseburgers?

I don’t mind them, but I don’t have them often.

What do you eat for breakfast?

It depends on the day. Sometimes a yogurt, sometimes oatmeal.

Are you mad at your best friend right now?

I don’t have any reason to be.

What internet browser do you use?

Firefox, but I have Opera, too.

Do you have a Flickr?

No, I’d never get into it.

Did you sleep in past noon today?

You crazy? I have a job.

Anything exciting happening in the month of September?

I don’t plan that far ahead.

When was the last time you had an ice cream sandwich?

A million years ago? I don’t even care.

Do you enjoy doing math?

I quite do.

When did you last vacuum your room?

Today, but it was my husband who did it.

Are you currently waiting on someone to make their decision about something?

No. We both have to decide and we need to know the details, which will be half of May at the earliest.

Did you ever want to be a fashion designer?

Nope. I’m not creative.

Do you drink milk?

I do, I like both plain and flavoured milk.

Have you ever seen My Date With The President’s Daughter? What’d you think of it?

Never heard of it.

Are you currently sitting on a couch?

Yeah, I am.

Do you know what the temperature is inside of your house right now?

I set it to 20°C, and so it is.

How old are your siblings, if you have any?

She’s 28.

Who was the last person to sit on your bed?

My husband. It’s his bed, too.

Do you have a favorite flower?

Yeah, tulip.

Where was your FB display pic taken?

I don’t use Facebook.

Are you someone who worries too often?

Yeah, I am. I’m trying to change that.

When is your birthday?

In two weeks.

Name some things you need from the store:

Nothing at the moment, I bought them.

Are you going to prom this year?

Jeez, mine was 13 years ago.

#survey #q&a survey #random survey

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blissfulalchemist · 1 year

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sfw full clear for nate and aria bc i miss them

You know what Macy! I miss them too! So let's do this!

1. Who cooks?

Aria more so out of habit, but Nate does the cooking when she’s in the busy times of the year as she will also forget. This has been such a nice development for her friend Claudia that was always the one to make sure something was delivered so Aria would stop and eat.

2. Who’s the messiest? The cleanest?

Honestly there’s this like constant messiness that isn’t overpowering but like the lived in kind of messy. Especially when they move to get more space once Drake offspring #2 comes into play.

3. Who fixes the vehicle after a breakdown?

Nate. Aria stands off to the side watching, handing over tools, and remarking on how it was his luck that caused this to happen and why couldn’t this happen some place nicer like near a gas station.

4. Living space has a leak! Who fixes it?

Team effort that results in them having to call someone anyway like they should have done in the first place.

5. Who buys the groceries?

From a regular grocery store? Aria. She can be more focused and knows how to shop. However! Nate will go to the farmer’s market and those open kind of places to shop and he’s good at getting things for much better prices. (Yes the lack of security cameras helps in this. You can’t expect this man to change that much, but only for the people that are rude or are way overcharging for things never the little guys)

6. Going out to eat: Who pays? Who orders the most food? And who has dessert?

Both, its a fight of who get’s there first, yes even after they share a bank account. Depends on the time of year but it can on occassion be Aria. Both have the dessert, though not always at the place they just ate at.

7. Would they go to the beach?

Oh of course! They like going there fairly often!

8. Who knows how to swim? Who doesn’t?

You’re dating/marrying a Drake you gotta know how to swim or else you’re learning the hard way. But both know how to swim.

9. Is someone multilingual? Do they try to teach another language to the other? How does it go?

They both are multilingual and to different extents. They do try to teach the other the ones that aren’t common to the other (Aria will teach him Apache, Southern Ute, Hopi, and Navajo and Nate taught her some ancient languages along with getting her to a reading level of arabic) but most of the time neither can get to much of a proficency to be of use on their own other than like important phrases but its something!

10. Any pets? Or plants?

Pets do come with the children but I am unsure of just what pets. Plants were fairly common in Aria’s place but the ones that are easy enough to take care of.

11. Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights?

Both and they do occasionally join the other and when they’re just having a bath for more comfort and non-sexual intimacy there are for sure bubble fights. (Aria will tell you not to believe Nate when he says it was her that started it, because its a lie, when we all know he’s for once telling the truth)

12. Can they stand silence? Who talks the most? Who talks the least?

They can on occassion. There’s plenty of times that Aria needs silence or at least a smaller amount of noise. Nate tends to talk more on a normal day though and really he’s just good at coming up with things to talk about.

13. Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?

Aria stays up late and Nate has to drag her to bed. This has been something from the beginning and the same tricks still work after all these years.

14. Who is the highest maintenance? Does the other mind?

Neither of them are really high maintenance so this isn’t an issue.

15. Vacation ideas: who decides them? Where would they go, if anywhere?

Aria. Last time Nate decided to plan a vacation well....his luck caught up with him and Sam joined and so that doubled it and then it almost turned into another wacky adventure. They will go to many different places with the most common vacation being one to see Aria’s parents.

#I miss them quite a bit actually #they're idiots at times and I love them #x: you can keep it

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the-letter-horror-lover · 2 years

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Tears by Gerao-A

Anime » Naruto Rated: T, English, Adventure & Romance, Boruto U., Sarada U., Words: 23k+, Favs: 131, Follows: 97, Published: Nov 6, 2015 Updated: Apr 5, 2016

71Chapter 1

Tears

Sunny: our new Naruto fic.

Alandra: we just saw the Boruto Movie and we decided to make a fic. it happens five years after the fight against Momoshiki

Ramon: Still the Naruto series does not belong to us, it belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

Chapter 1

Sarada and Sakura return home, caring bags of groceries, the two of them manage to carry at least twelve bags in each arm, caring them without any effort at all, much to the surprise of everyone who watches them pass.

Sarada, now seventeen years old has grown into a beautiful woman, her hair is now long and her figure is a little much better than her mother's when she was seventeen.

"Don't you think we overdid it a bit, Mom?" Sarada asked. "I know there was a promotion today but where are we going to find the proper place to stash this stuff?"

"I didn't want to waste this promotion. We'll deal with the rest later. Tonight I'll cook a great dinner." Sakura replied as she open the door of their apartment.

Once inside, Sakura and Sarada notices Sasuke with a cellphone in his hand. By the look on his face he's having a difficult time understanding how it works. "Dad, what are you doing?"

Sasuke turns his head to his wife and child and stands up from the sofa. "Me, nothing. I just don't get how these darn things work. I was trying to send a message to Sakura but this brainless mechanism just doesn't obey. It would be so easy if I could just send an eagle with a message."

"Now, now, Sasuke. You promise that you would start using a cellphone! You can't always depend on your old methods." Sakura reminded.

"I know, I know. but this stupid thing just doesn't send the message!"

"Did you wrote down the message?" Sarada asked.

"Yes!"

"Did you press the SEND button?"

"Ye- I mean, no."

Sakura could not help but to chuckle. It is so amusing to see Sasuke committing such silly blunders.

In that moment a noise on the window was heard. The Uchiha family notices a pigeon on the window, caring a message.

"What is it?" Sarada asked.

"It's from Naruto, he wants do discuss a new mission. And he wants your team to be there as well, Sarada." Sasuke responds after reading the message.

"Really? Well, Konohamaru-Sensei is still in the hospital after our last mission, but I can guess where Boruto is."

"Where?" Sakura asked.

Sarada does not respond, she just lets out a big sigh. "He knows his little sister is visiting Metal Lee at the training fields today. He's obviously spying on them to make sure nothing happens to Himawari."

Sasuke and Sakura sweat dropped. They've heard of overprotective fathers, but Boruto is a overprotective brother.

"Ok, then. Get Boruto and Mistuki and meet us back at the Hokage's office." Sasuke said.

"Right, I'll be right there." Sarada replied as she left the house.

"Why didn't Naruto gave you a call instead of sending a pigeon?" Sakura wondered. "Unless it is one of those mission which it 's not safe to speak about it on the phone."

"Possibly."

Sarada sighs again, she was hoping to have a peaceful meal with her family tonight, it would help he clear her mind a bid. lately her mind's been set on one person.

She then notices a couple kissing near a shop, she can help but to blush with the scenery. Sarada pictures her and Boruto, kissing the same way as the couple is right now.

"WHAAAAA!" Sarada shirked very loud as she runs away. "Why the heck am I imagining me kissing Boruto? What the heck, he is just a team mate, an annoying dork! Why would I be-be in…"

Sarada then stops and walks slowly. She may deny it but she is just trying to fool herself, she knows the feeling she has for Boruto. True, in the beginning Sarada stalked Boruto a lot because both of them had father issues, it made her fell less lonely since she practically grew up without her father, and Boruto seems to be the only one in the village who could understand how she feels. Time pass by, Sarada and Boruto began to know each other very well, they end up on the same team, fought side by side, and even argue with one another.

After that incident, five years ago, Boruto changed a lot, he is less cranky and more determinate to get stronger by his own methods instead of finding the easy way, he became a brighter spirit. Most of all, Sarada can see him smile a lot more, a smile which he only gave to his family. Sarada admits that she likes Boruto's smile, it melts her hearth.

The most precious memory she has was when Boruto said that he would support her, protect her when she becomes Hokage. This made her fell more connected to Boruto. At first Sarada believe that Boruto would want to be an Hokage but he made his intentions very clear, he wants to be a Ninja who protects the village, like her father. Sarada could not help but to feel proud of her father.

After all this time can she really deny her feelings for Boruto? Is this serious, responsible image she build of herself really more important than her feelings? No, it is not just this that bothers Sarada. Sarada could confess her feelings but she fears that Boruto does not return them back. she fears that if she confesses it could destroy their relationship.

"What can I do?" Sarada whispered to herself.

In the Training Fields, Himawari, with a lunch box on her hand, walks to Metal Lee who is training hard.

Boruto, along with Mitsuki, spies on them from the branches of a tree. Boruto points a deadly glare at Metal Lee, holding his deadly wish to go down there and punch Metal.

"Is this really necessary, Boruto? All that it's happening here is your little sister giving the meal she prepared so hard to her crush. You are seriously overreacting." Mitzuki exclaimed.

"What? I am not!"

"Yes you are! They haven't done anything yet and you're already acting crazy. Between you and your father, I don't know who is more overprotective of Himawari! By the way, why am I even here?"

"I want you to go behind them with your microphone. I want to hear everything they're saying!"

"For crying out loud! You are being melodramatic! Give your sister a break!"

"Look! Look over there!" Boruto points furiously at Himawari and Metal who are sited on a big log. Metal is starting to eat the meal Himawari prepared for him with a blush on his face. "They are…They are…eating! And you say I am melodramatic? "

Mitsuki sighs. "Wow, yeah…eating. That is really a serious crime. C'mon, can't you accept that your sister likes the guy? She is sixteen, she is not a little girl who needs her brothers protection."

"No way, man! She is still a little girl! She still plays with dolls. She is no way ready to start dating! She is…"

"She is kissing Metal on the cheeks." Mitsuki interrupted, pointing at Himawari who gave Metal a kiss on the cheeks, and Metal blushed even more.

"WHAT!?" Boruto screamed and fell down from the tree.

"Oh man…" Boruto groaned as he wakes up, seeing Mitsuki and Sarada right beside him. "Wha-what happen?"

"You fell down and pass out." Mitsuki responded.

"What? how long was I out?"

"Just an hour." Sarada responded.

"What?!" Boruto yelled as he jumps up. "Where is Himawari? Where is she?"

"She already left with Metal." Mitsuki responded. "You're lucky she did not hear you crash or else things might have gone worse."

"Where did she go? I need to make sure…OUCH!" Boruto screamed when Sarada pull his ear.

"This is ridiculous! Leave your sister alone. Do you think your Mother would like if you start to act like a stalker? Besides we are already late as it is."

"Late? Late for what?"

"Lord Seventh has a new mission for us. By the sound of it, it is really important mission. We need to go to the Hokage's office at once."

"Hey yeah, good idea! Maybe Dad can send someone to watch over Himawari!"

"GIVE IT A REST!"

"I hope it is an important mission so I don't have to do more stalking today." Mitsuki thought to himself.

Minutes later, Sarada Boruto and Mitsuki reach the Hokage mansion.

"Say, Sarada, what kind of mission is it?" Mitsuki asked.

"I don't know the full details. Lord Seventh summoned my Dad and requested our presence. For what I believe, we will accompany my Father on an important mission."

Boruto chuckled. "Well, if Uncle Sasuke is going to accompany us, then I can say that this mission will be a piece of ca…"

Sarada immediately silence Boruto by covering his mouth with both her hands. "Don't you even dare say it, Boruto!"

"Huh?"

"I agree." Mitsuki nodded. "Every time you say the words It's a piece of cake, all chaos falls down on us.

"What are you guys talking about?"

Sarada growled. "Do I need to remind what happen to us the last six time you said those words?"

"I already explain what happen." Mitsuki reminded.

"Yes, but the last time was the worst of all! Konohamaru-Sensei got beat so hard that he hasn't left the hospital yet! Mitsuki broke a few ribs and I got drag in the mud! It took me hours to get all that dirt off of me! All because you said the words It's a piece of cake, Baka-Boruto!"

Boruto replies with a scoff. "You guys are so superstitious. You won't go anywhere with that attitude."

Sarada hits Boruto on the head and enters the mansion.

"Ouch, my head…that was really uncool." Boruto complains as he follows Sarada.

"Awkward…" Mitsuki said as he follows Boruto.

Once inside they notice someone on the halls. It is Kankuro.

"Hey, you're one of Shikadai's Uncles, from the Sand Village. What brings you here?" Boruto asked.

"Hey Boruto." Kankuro greeted. "I see you've grown some inches."

"Hehehe, what can I say? I'm the real deal!"

"You mean the real definition of arrogance." Sarada corrected.

"Zip it!"

"I see you are just as energetic as your Father. And to answer your question, I am here waiting for Sasuke. We are going to discuss with Naruto the full details of the mission we are all going." Kankuro said.

"You are also going?" Sarada asked. "This mission is also important for the Sand Village?"

"Yes, all will be explain soon."

"You're here alone?" Mitsuki asked. "Last I heard you were the leader of your own team."

"Indeed. But just recently we were attacked by a powerful foe. Two of my team are in the hospital right now, recovering. Only I and Asuka came."

"Asuka?" Boruto asked.

"Yes, she is right… hey Asuka! Stop looking at the paintings and come meet some of our team mates for this mission."

A seventeen year old girl with long red hair shows up. she is very beautiful for someone of her age. "Greetings, My name is Asuka, Asuka Toritama."

"Hi there. My name is Mitsuki."

"My name is Sarada Uchiha."

"And I am Boruto. Boruto Uzumaki!"

Asuka gasped when she heard Boruto's name. "Really? You are Boruto?" Asuka asked as she approached Boruto.

Boruto blinked in confusion. "Yeah. what about it."

Asuka's eyes sparkled in admiration. "What about it? you are very famous, even in the Sand village! The son of the Seventh Hokage and grandson of the Forth Hokage who fought side by side with the Five Kages to overcome a very potent enemy!

Sarada's not liking how this girl is approaching Boruto. Her eyes start to twitch. Mitsuki notice this.

Boruto rubs his head embarrassedly. "Oh yeah…that thing that happen five years ago. I didn't do much. Compared to my Father, my Master and the other Kages I am still an newbie.

"Are you kidding?" Asuka grabs Boruto's hands. "I heard that you were the one who killed the enemy."

Boruto blushed. "yeah, I did." he replied nervously. "but I had a big help from my that in that point."

"Even so that was the very beginning of your Legend. you must tell me tales of your adventures!" Asuka exclaimed as she approaches even more to Boruto.

Sarada tried to gain equanimity but she can't hold her aggravation. Her fist simply cannot stop shaking in jealousy and anger.

Mitsuki takes a few steps back, keeping a safe distance from Sarada. "I have a feeling that this mission will be dangerous." He thought.

To be continued…

Sunny: we are back making a fic. It's been a very long time.

Maliska: so be nice here people.

Ramon: read review please.

71Chapter 2

Tears

Sunny: our new Naruto fic.

Alandra: we just saw the Boruto Movie and we decided to make a fic. it happens five years after the fight against Momoshiki

Ramon: Still the Naruto series does not belong to us, it belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

Chapter 2

Sasuke finally arrives to the Hokage mansion to find Kankuro, Mitsuki, Sarada and also Boruto talking to a girl. "Sorry I'm late, let's meet with Naruto."

"Ok." Boruto replied as he walked to his father's office with Asuke right beside him.

Sasuke notices the looks of anger in Sarada's eyes. "Sarada, is something wrong?"

"What?" Sarada immediately regain her composure. "Nothing Dad, it is nothing. Just a little tire." Sarada responded and walked away before her father could ask another question.

Mitsuke keeps a safe distance between him and Sarada, to try escape the killer instinct rising from her.

Moments later they arrive to the Hokage's door to find Kakashi there, reading a book. "Hey, you people are late. For once you can't say it's me."

"Must I tell you how many times you were late in every meeting? I can't, I lost count!" Sasuke replied.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway Naruto wants to talk to Boruto before starting the meeting."

"With me?" Boruto asked as he enters the Hokage's office to find his father doing some paper work. "Hey Dad, you wanted to see me?"

Naruto replied with a sigh. "Boruto, how many time have I told you to call me Lord Seventh when I am in the office?"

"Only a million times." Boruto responded with a grin.

"And will you ever call me that?"

"Not in your life! Hehehehe!"

Noruto sighs again. After the incident five years ago Boruto and Naruto have been getting along just fine and they manage to understand one another, but some things just don't change. "Well, anyway. Did you see your sister? is she alright?"

Boruto expression changed. "Well, Himawari only deliver the food she made to Metal Lee. But I lost conscious when she kissed him on the cheeks."

"WHAT!?" Naruto screamed very loud. "My little Hima kissed him? What happen next?"

"Dad, I told, I lost conscious! I fell down the tree, when I woke up Hima already left!"

"She already, she already…" Naruto forced himself to take a deep breath. "Ok, ok, ok. It's no big deal…Himawari is just having a little crush…it's ok…no big deal…Besides, Metal is good person, like his father."

"Yeah, your right. Maybe Mitsuki and Sarada are right, I've been exaggerating a bit. hehe!"

"Yeah, it's not like Metal is going to take advantage of Himawari…" Naruto's face turns into a concern face again. "But what is he is? What is he does harm to Himawari? What if he is doing something nasty to my little girl?"

"So-so-some…" Boruto starts to panic again. "Dad, you stop it right now! You are giving me a mental picture!"

"OH MY GOSH! Himawari! What is happening to…"

"Stop that!" Kakashi hits both Naruto and Boruto on the head. "You two are simply overstressing yourselves without any need for it. You know Metal is not that kind of person. Besides, Himawari knows how to defend herself. If memory serves, she beat you two down easily when she was little."

Boruto's face turns pale as he remembers that incident. But then he realizes something. "Wait, Lord Sixth, how did you get in here? The door was closed!"

"Never mind that. can we just start the meeting?"

"Yes, of course." Naruto replied as he rubs his head.

Everyone enters the office and the meeting can finally start.

"So…what is the mission about…Lord Seventh?" Sarada asked, trying to hide the discomfort of seeing Asuka too close to Boruto.

Naruto clears his throat. " As you all know , after the end of the Last Great Ninja War, peace between the nations was finally established. However, there were those who did not concur with this harmony. Amount those people were those who still have a huge grunge with other villages, those who lived their lives for nothing except battles and wars, and those who seek nothing but power."

"The five Kages of those days feared those people. Feared that they might do something that could disturb the peace." Kankuru explained.

"So the Five Kages agreed on gathering the scrolls with their most powerful and most dangerous Jutsus of each village and safeguard them in a secret location to make sure no one gets them." Sasuke continued.

"Well, that's good then." Boruto said. "Now no one can get a hold of them and can't start a conflict."

"Not really." Naruto replied.

"Huh?"

"The Five Kages made a map and divide it into five. Each Kage hide the piece of the map in a location that is under the watchful eye of their village. Over the years only three parties try to obtain those pieces but they all failed, they only manage to get one or two piece but they were defeated. Over the years no ever tried to attain the pieces, that is until now."

"We've been getting reports that one man manage to collect four pieces of the map." Kankuru said.

"One man? are you serious?" Mitsuki asked amazed.

"No, it is true!" Asuka confirmed. "Kankuru-Sensei and our team were entrusted to guard one of the piece until that man came and took us down easily, as well as many of other Sand Village Ninjas who were protecting the piece."

"Now only the piece that is under the protection of the Leaf Village remains." Naruto said. "Your mission will be to protect the final piece and stop this new enemy."

Sarada was not prickly with this mission but there is one thing she does not understand. "With all respect, Lord Seventh, but wasn't it a bit folly of the Five Kages to made the map in the first place? I mean, if the Justsus are that powerful it would be safer to keep them hidden, to keep them secret."

Naruto smirk. "Yes, the map leads to ONE place, not THE place."

"Huh? Wait a minute Dad, are you saying that the map is fake?" Boruto asked in disbelieve.

"Indeed. It was a clever tactic that the Five Kages orchestrated to trick the enemy and lead them to a trap. This is your mission, protect the last piece of the map and stop this powerful enemy."

"Why the heck are we risking our necks to protect a map that it is fake?"

"Because if the words comes out that the map is fake, chances are that the past Five Kages will become a possible target." Sasuke responded. "The enemy will track them down and try to extract the information right out of them."

"In short, this mission is not to protect the map, but to protect the Kages who knows the exact location of the Jutsus?" Sarada asked.

"Correct."

"Even so the Five Kages from back then toke a huge gamble with this plan of theirs." Mitsuki said.

Naruto nodded. "That is true, but back them their power was short after their battle in the Last Ninja War. This plan was their best option at the time. Your mission will be to stop this dangerous enemy at all costs, we will send more people to aid you soon as possible. And don't take him lightly, he manage to defeat everyone who stood in his way with an alarming easiness. Sasuke, Kankuru, Boruto, Mitsuki, Sarada and Asuka, use all precautions to defeat him."

Boruto gives his Father a thumbs up. "No problem, Dad. We'll take him out. And if things good worse, I can use that Jutsu I created."

Those words did not comfort Naruto a bit. "Boruto…"

"I know, I know. Relax, I won't overdo it. I promise."

That at least brought a smile to Naruto's face. "Very well. All of you return to your homes and get ready. You will leave tomorrow at sun rise."

"Yes, Sir!" Every one said in union. and then left the office

"So Asuka, where will you be staying the night?" Boruto asked and Sarada heard him.

"Kankuru-Sensei will be staying at his sisters for the night and I will be there as well. Say, Boruto, why don't you drop by? We can continue our conversation?"

"Ok, I'll be there after dinner."

Sarada's body shake, really hard. She wanted to unleash the fury she is feeling right now on something. The mere sight of Boruto getting along so well with a girl he just meet is unbearable to her. She then gasped when she realizes that she is crying. Without delay, she ran away as fast as she can.

"Sarada?" Boruto called. "What is wrong with her? She is acting strange. Do you know anything, Mitsuki?"

Mitsuki doesn't say anything. "Awkward."

Sarada ran away as fast as she can, then jump up to the air until reaching the roof of a building. Once there she landed on her knees and cries away. "Stupid, stupid, STUPID! Stupid Boruto!"

Never in her life Sarada ever endured a situation like this. Every time she sees Asuka with Boruto, she feels so alone, deserted. The Seventh Hokage always knew the right words to cheer up Sarada but Boruto was the one person who made her feel like she was never unaided. Now she feels like Asuka is taking Boruto away, like a dark cloud hiding the sweet warm of the sun away. "Boruto…"

Far away in a misty forest a tall, colossal ninja caring a huge sword walks towards an abandoned temple. He walks down the path with Ninjas holding white masks on their faces standing on the sides. the tall man reaches the center of the temple with a Man in a Red Mask standing there.

"Tell me, Muchizu, did you attain the item we requested?" The man in the Red Mask asked.

"Yes." The man now identified as Muchizu responded, handing over the piece of the map to the man in the red mask. "The Ninjas of the Sand village were formidable foes but I defeated them at ease."

The man in the Red mask nods. "You did a magnificent job, Muchizu. I admire your work, you are indeed a formidable Mercenary. Only one piece of the Map remains, once we have it we will fulfill our Masters desires."

"Master? What Master?"

"Danzou Shimura! We will accomplish his dreams and transform the Leaf Village into a powerful nation! You would not understand how we, the remaining members of the Root, loyal to Danzou, have suffered. The Leaf Village became rotten! That fool Sai betrayed us, that foolish Jinchuuriki became Hokage and that miserable traitor who killed our master received full pardon for his crimes. This is unacceptable! If we don't do something the Leaf Village will fall in disgrace! As soon as we retrieve the last piece of the map we will use to find the scrolls and use them to overthrow the current Hokage and claim the Leaf Village for ourselves, the same time transform it into the powerful state it was supposed to be under Danzou's rule."

Muchizu smirked. "Do as you wish, but after all is set and done you will pay me my money!"

"Yes, of course."

"So when can I collect the next piece?"

"We shall inform you as soon as our agents locate it."

After dinner Sarada went to her room, to try some old jewelry she has but hardly tries. She looks at herself in the mirror to see if they looks good on her. "Will this make me look beautiful?"

"Sarada, what are you doing?" Sakura asked as she enter Sarada's room.

"AAAAAH!" Sarada shirked very loud. "Mom! Don't do that! You scared me!"

"Sorry about that. just what are you doing? It's been a long time since I saw you try those."

Sarada does not respond, she simply turns her back and guards her jewelry. "It is nothing Mom, I'm just trying them out for no reason."

Sakura did not buy that. "Are you trying to impress someone?"

Sarada blushed. "NO!"

"I'll take that as an yes. Sarada, you don't need jewelry to make yourself look beautiful. You are beautiful just the way you are."

"I-I…"

"Sarada, you are a strong and a livid spirit, that makes you unique in every level. You don't need stuff like this to show that you are gorgeous, it is what's inside that counts. If the other guy can't see that then he is the biggest fool of the world."

Sarada could not help but to blush with her mother's words. "Yes, you are right. Thanks Mom."

Sakura pokes two fingers in Sarada's forehead. "No problem. Now try to get some rest, you'll wake up early tomorrow.

After Sakura left the room, Sarada looks back at the window. "Yes, Mom is right, I don't need this!" Sarada throws her jewelry aside. "What the heck have I been doing? Acting like a silly girl? I'm a Konohichi, a Ninja! I am the Future Hokage! I can't act like this! I am better than this! As for that Asuka, if she thinks I am going to let her take Boruto from me without a fight than she is sadly mistaken! Tomorrow I am going to show everyone why Sarada Uchiha is the Future Hokage! SHANAROOO!"

Morning finally came. Sarada is in the living room waiting for her father.

"Mom, what is taking Dad so long?" Sarada asked when Sakura entered the living room. "We will be late."

"He's coming. He's is just getting something." Sakura responded.

"Sorry I'm late." Sasuke appears with a Katana in his hand, similar to the one he had in the past. "Here Sarada, this is for you."

"For me?" Sarada asked, amazed. She toke the Katana and studies it. A white Katana with the symbol of Uchiha's on it.

"Yes, I forge it myself."

"Dad? Why are you giving this to me? not that I am ungrateful or anything but is this a specific reason?"

"I was planning to give it to your birthday but I decided to give it now. We are marching on a difficult mission so I believe that it is wise for you to stay well armed and prepared."

"I see, thank you Papa!"

"Now let's go, everyone is waiting for us!"

"Be careful you two. Come back in one piece." Sakura said.

After checking if his equipment's were in order, Boruto prepared to leave for the mission. He had hopes of leaveing the house without awakening anyone. once he reached the living room he saw his parents and Himawari waiting for him. "You guys? Why are you up so early?"

"We want to wish you good luck for your mission, big brother!" Himawari responded, sweetly.

Boruto could not help but to blush.

"Here, Boruto." Hinata gives some ointment to Boruto. "This might come in handy if you get hurt. Good Luck on your mission, son" Hinata gives Boruto a heart warming hug.

Boruto did not hesitate to hug his Mother back. "It's all cool, Mom. I'll finish this mission quickly."

Naruto taps his son on the head. "Do your best, Boruto. and come back to us."

"Easy job, Dad." Boruto replied with a grin.

Naruto's then turns serious. "And remember this. Don't use that Jutsu you created more than two times. Use it only on emergency cases. You know very well what it does to you."

"I know, I already told ya I won't overdo it."

Naruto smiles back at his son and both of them fist-bumped one another. "Good Luck, Boruto."

"It'll be a piece of cake!"

After that Boruto left the house to join his team mates.

To be continued…

Maliska: another chapter done.

Air Jay: big deal! I wanted to see some action! This is all getting too fluffy tuffy for my taste!

Alandra: Shut up Air Jay!

Tears

Sunny: our new Naruto fic.

Alandra: we just saw the Boruto Movie and we decided to make a fic. it happens five years after the fight against Momoshiki

Ramon: Still the Naruto series does not belong to us, it belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

Chapter 3

Boruto walks to the gates to find Sasuke, Kankuro, Mitsuki, Sarada and Asuka waiting for him.

"You are late, Boruto! You are starting to sound like Kakashi." Sasuke complain.

"Why are you delayed, Boruto?" Sarada asked as she walks to Boruto with an fuming look. "We've been waiting for you for hours!"

"Hours!?" Boruto snapped. "I'm only fifteen minutes late! Why are you complaining about? This is phony!"

"Phony hum? oh and I suppose that cheating stunt you pull five years ago on the Exams was what? A smart thing?"

"For the one million time, I'M SORRY! Can I PLEASE hear the end of that?"

"Alright, that is enough!" Sasuke yelled. "We have no time for this foolishness. We are already late as it is and we can't afford to waste time! Let's go! We have a long road ahead of us!"

"Alright, let's do it!" Boruto exclaimed and Asuka walks beside him.

"Hey Boruto, maybe now you can tell me your adventure at the River city. what was it like was there really a monster?"

"Well, you could call him that. He was just a huge, fat, ugly man, mean as snakes. He ran the entire city with an iron fist…"

Sarada only watches Boruto getting friendly with Asuka again. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Sarada thought to herself. "Here I am trying to get responsive with Boruto and all I do is bawl at him? what is wrong with me?"

Sarada takes a deep breath to try to compose herself. "Just calm down, calm down. I am the Future Hokage! I will prove that on this mission!"

After hours of walking Boruto and his team reach a forest which seems normal than any other, usually as ninja they could chose on jumping from tree to tree but Sasuke advised to walk down the path.

"Why aren't we jumping on the trees?" Mitsuki asked.

"These woods were peaceful once but now people claim that bandits hide around here." Sasuke responded. "The less attention we gain the better. We don't need bandits trying to get in our way."

In that moment five bandits appear right in front of them with swords on their hands.

"Hands in the air and Give us your goods, otherwise you will face our wrath! I am Bonka!" Said the middle bandit.

"I am Conka!" Said the short bandit.

"I am Donka!" Said the fat bandit.

"I am Fonka!" Said the skinny bandit.

"And I am Gonka! said the tallest bandit.

"The Onka Brothers!" they said in union with a pose.

"We are here to break you to piiiieces, OK?" Bonka said.

Boruto and the other simply ignore them, in fact they did not even notice the bandits that appear right in front of them. They simply walks forward, talking to each other.

"Hum…I think they are ignoring us." Gonka said with a confuse look.

Bonka is fumed. "You dare to ignore the Onka Brothers!? Get them all!" the Onka brothers charge against Boruto and his team.

"Don't stay to far people. We don't know when bandits might appear." Kankuru warned. "We should conserve our strengths."

"Oh c'mon, Kankusu-Sensei, what harm can bandits do to us?" Asuka asked. "We are well trained ninjas."

"I'll say, we can take them all down in hearth beat." Boruto approved with a cocky attitude. "We'll take them down as easy as one two three."

"I'll say." Mitsuki agreed. "We just took down five bandits without breaking a sweat."

Everyone turns to Mitsuki with a confuse look. "What bandits?" They all ask at the same time.

"Hum…the bandits we just took down." Mitsuki points at the Onka brothers who are all beaten on the ground.

"We took them all down without noticing?" Sarada asked dumbfounded. "Wow, our bodies acted on their own."

"Man we're good!" Boruto hooded.

"Never mind them. they are not worth it." Sasuke said as all of them continue with their journey.

"They didn't notice us?" Conka asked as he adjusted his jaw. "Ouch…"

"Are we really that insignificant?" Fonka wined.

"Let's follow…ouch…Lets follow… Ouch… Lets follow them!" Bonka ordered.

"Are you crazy?" Gonka screamed. "You want get killed? They took us down without noticing us! What will happen if they do notice us?"

"You idiots, think about it, why do you think those ninjas are in the woods? They are probably caring some riches!"

"On the forest?" Donka asked. "That is stupid!"

"Well they must be caring something important. So let's follow them!"

"But they'll beat us again!" Gonka cried.

"Ok, Ok, OK! We'll just wait until everyone is asleep, then we'll rob them in their slumber."

The hours pass and hunger finally strikes.

"I'm starting too fell hungry." Mitsuki said. "Can't we stop for eating?"

"I believe we should." Kankuro suggested. " We'll need some energy to keep up with our strength."

"Alright, but let's not eat the meals we prepared at home, lets save it for later." Sasuke said. "There is a lake near here with lots of fish. Boruto, you are good at fishing, get us some fish while we get a fire going."

"Roger that."

"I can help you." Sarada volunteered immediately.

"There is no need. Asuka will help me." Boruto replied, pointing at Asuka.

Sarada felt like Boruto just stab her with a knife. " Why? You know I always help you fishing!"

"Yeah, but I promise Asuka that I would teach her how to fish. In the Sand village they don't have lakes so they can't fish."

"Well…ok…" After that Asuka and Boruto walk to the lake to get some fish. The mere thought of those two alone was driving Sarada insane.

"Sarada, help us get some wood." Sasuke called.

"Ok, sure…"

Kankuro is the only one who remains in his place, he pulls out some scrolls and summons his dummies. He spreads them over the area to make sure no enemy forces might attack them by surprise.

Boruto swims on the bottom of the lake to throw the fish out. Once they're out Asuka throws a kunai to trap them in a tree. "Awesome! I'm really getting the hang of this!"

Boruto surfaces from the lake to catch some breath. "So, how many do we have?"

"At least fourteen."

"I'm sure that will be more than enough." Boruto starts to swim back to shore.

Unknown to both Boruto and Asuka that Sarada's been watching them from a tree.

Sarada grunted with the mere sight of Asuka passing a towel to Boruto. After all this time Sarada feels like Boruto is throwing her away like a used shirt. She then gasps when she sees his back.

She sees the scar on Boruto's back. It brought so many memories, unpleasant memories.

Two years ago Sarada and her team were stopping some renegade ninjas who were causing some trouble in other villages. The battle was easy and it seemed like they would take them all down without a fuss. Their lower their guard. That was a mistake.

Suddenly one of the ninja appeared right behind of Sarada, ready to slash her in half. Sarada could not defend herself in time because the ninja she was beating down was holding her arms to make sure she would not escape.

In that moment Boruto step in and pushed Sarada out of harms way, but he was the one who ended up cut on the back.

Sarada screamed Boruto's name as she rushed towards him while Mitsuki finish off the remaining ninjas.

After that Sarada and her team return back to the Leaf Village immediately, to heal Boruto's wounds. It took days but Boruto survived which it was a great relieve for everyone.

Sarada wanted to visit Boruto in the hospital but she never had the courage to do it, all this happen because she was careless, confident. She knew she had to confront Boruto someday so she waited until he was released from the Hospital.

Flashback.

Sarada is in the Training fields, trying to clear her mind. She wanted to go to the hospital to visit Boruto but she knows that he will blame her for his situation. She lost control of the situation for one minute and it almost cost the life of one of her teammates.

"Hey Sarada!" Sarada turns around when she hear Naruto's voice.

"Lord Seventh?" Sarada hesitated. "W-w-what are you doing here?"

"I am curious to know why you haven't visit Boruto at the hospital? Is something wrong?"

Sarada did not respond at first, she simply throws a punch in the air. "Why? just to remind myself of the stupid mistake I made?"

"Don't torment yourself for what happen. Everything turn out alright. Boruto made it out alright!"

"But It should never happen!" Sarada hits the ground very hard. "I was responsible for my team and this stupidity occur! All because of my lack of common sense!"

"Don't push yourself too hard. not every mission come out a success. you made a mistake, true, but instead or tormenting yourself because of it you should learn from it, learn to overcome it, that way you will become better and stronger. Trust me, I made a lot of mistake in my youth and I overcome them to become a better person. But for what I see, you need something else to clear your mind."

"What?"

But Naruto did not reply, he simply disappears and Sarada can see Boruto appearing from the horizon. "Boruto?"

"Hey Sarada, what's up?" Boruto asked once he was just five steps away from her.

Sarada was not capable to answer him so quickly, something inside of her was preventing her to speak. "W-what are you doing out so early?" She managed to say. "You are not fully recovered, are you?"

"Well, I just came here to say…"

"SAY WHAT!?" Sarada yelled, unable to hold her stress any longer. "Are you going to say that it was my fault that I got caught? are you? Are you going to mock me because I needed someone's help despite the fact that I am an Uchiha? Are you?"

Boruto backs away. "No…I was going to ask if you got hurt."

Sarada blinked in confusion. "N-no…"

"That's good." Boruto said with a grin. "I was worried about you."

Sarada widen her eyes and her heart pumped rapidly, after all this time Boruto was just worried about her. "You…you…YOU IDIDOT!" Sarada yelled very loud, releasing her frustration, still her body did not stop to shake and her eyes were getting watery. "Think about yourself for a moment! you nearly got killed and, and, and…Don't act so stupid! You know I hate those who get all sacrificial because they think it is noble! You Stu-stu-Stupid…."

Sarada could not hold her tears any longer and could not find anymore words to express herself, so she runs to Boruto and hugs him, crying on his shoulder. She was not capable of saying another word.

Boruto was confused with Sarada's attitude, he never saw her act like this. Even so, he did not hesitate to hug her back.

End of Flashback.

Sarada could not believe how she acted that day but she could not help it. Boruto never talked to her that way, it completely melt her heath.

Sarada looks back at Boruto to see him dry up and she gets another look on the scar on his back. She never saw that scar before, the same scar he gain by trying to save her life.

"Maybe I am being too hard on Boruto…" She said too herself. "After all he did for me I should try doing something nice for him. Yes, I will. I won't let Asuka take him away from me."

To be continued…

Sunny: another chapter done.

Alandra: We would like to share our condolences to all the ones who suffer in Paris.

Tears

Sunny: our new Naruto fic.

Alandra: we just saw the Boruto Movie and we decided to make a fic. it happens five years after the fight against Momoshiki

Ramon: Still the Naruto series does not belong to us, it belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

Chapter 4

Boruto and his team continue their journey until night finally came. They all decided to set up camp for the night and conserve their vigor. They mount up three tents, two for the men and one for the girls.

"Alright, Everyone go to sleep. We shall resume our journey by sun rise." Sasuke ordered.

Everyone walk towards their respective tents. Sarada on the other hand was not too thrilled in sharing a tent with Asuka, she's been getting too close to Boruto much to Sarada's discomfort, sharing the tent would only fuelled that anxiety.

Sarada then turns to Boruto with a serious look. It is time to deal with very important matters. "Alright, Boruto-Baka, Listen up!"

"Huh? What? what is it?"

Sarada simply draws a line on the ground with her foot. "See this line? If you cross it to check on us while we change I'll beat up so good you'll never forget!"

"Wait, What? Is this about what happen back then? I already told you, it was an accident!" Boruto was ready to continue but his skin turn pale when he felt the deadly aura of Sasuke right behind him. Boruto knows how Sasuke can be viciously dangerous when it comes to his little girl. "No, no, no, no! I would…I would… I would only do that if you… if you were sexy and attractive!"

Sarada immediately smacks him on the face. "Jerk!"

Mitsuki kneels down to Boruto. "Not exactly your best comeback, was it?"

"I panicked!" Boruto murmured.

"Good!" Sasuke said.

Asuka and Sarada enter their own tent and prepare their sleeping bags. Sarada avoid eye contact with Asuka, she had no desire to speak to her as a friend.

Asuka on the other way prove to be more talkative than anyone else. "And Dude, oh dude! I never had so much fun today! I never thought I had a neck for fishing, really sweet!"

"Yeah, good for you." Sarada responded with not much eagerness, she feels like Asuka's cheerful attitude was just a means to taunt her. After forcing herself to calm down, Sarada takes a good look at Asuka, she is indeed very pretty and has far better figure than Sarada. This only made Sarada more discomfort about herself, compared to Asuka, Sarada feels like she is just distasteful, unsightly. As much as she wants to forget, Boruto's early comments about her not being attractive is upsetting her.

"Well, the long hair is not working, maybe I should start to wear a more showy outfit." Sarada though with a blush and then panicked. "What!? What the heck am I thinking? that is so perverted! I think those books that the Sixth Hokage reads all the time is getting to me!"

"Huh? Something wrong?" Asuka asked curiously.

"No, no, no! Nothing! Let's just go to sleep!" Sarada yelled and pull the sheets all over her.

The hours pass and the entire team is sleeping comfortably. Unknown to then that the Onka Brothers are nearby, ready for a sneak attack.

"Alright! They are over there!" Conka announced. "Let's steal all their valuables and make them pay…"

Bonka covers Conka's mouth. "Shut up you idiot! These are ninjas we're talking about! They are always on the alert! So keep the volume down! I don't want to hear a noise! Not One Noise! Not even the sneeze of a fly!"

"Hum…Ok."

In that moment they start to hear a crunching sound.

"What the heck is that?" Bonka asks.

"Oh, it's me." Donka confessed. "It's my underwear cracking up. I haven't change my underwear in two years.

"WHAT!?" Bonka shouts but then covers his mouth. after a long time of silence he realizes that he didn't blow their cover. "Donka, what is the matter with you? Why do you wear the same underwear for two years?"

"Jeez, we're bandits! Why should we care about our personal hygiene?"

"Because it is disgusting!" Gonka replied as he steps his foot down. The stomp was very loud.

"I said low down the noise!" Bonka whispered very loud.

"Ops, sorry."

In that moment they all start to hear something that sounds like drums. It is Fonka that is shaking with fear.

"S-sorry everyone… I guess those Ninjas scare me."

Bonka feels like he's about ready to explode.

"When Fonka gets scare, his body just don't stop with the shaking." Conka whispered.

"THEN SHUT HIM UP!" Bonka yelled.

"WITH WHAT!?" Conka yelled back. "YOU DON'T EVEN WANT TO HEAR A FLY!"

"Actually, you fools are so loud it is impossible to get a good night sleep." Sasuke complained from behind the Onka Brothers.

"EEEEK!" all five Onka screamed very loud.

"KATON! Fireball Jutsu!" Sasuke yelled.

Needless to say that the bandits suffer a lot.

Sarada opens her eyes and finds herself in a stadium, she realizes what stadium is, it is the same that was destroyed by Momoshike five years ago, but there are no spectators around, in fact the entire stadium is completely empty.

"What happen? why am I here?"

"My, my, what an interesting outfit you have."

Sarada turns around to find Boruto right behind her, wearing a white ninja suit with no sleeves on the shirt and a design of flames on it. "Boruto?"

"I do have to say, that outfit really suits you. you should wear it all the time."

"What are you talking about?" Sarada looks down to the ninja gear she is wearing, it is a red suit that practically shows most of her body and her only weapon is a fan. "AAAAAH! Why am I wearing this outfit? Or better yet, who dress me in this outfit?" She shirks as she covers herself.

"Well, since this is a fighting stadium and we are both dressed for battle, how about a little one on one?" Boruto suggested with a smirk.

"What? No way!" Sarada shirked. "No way I'm going to fight like this! You pervert!"

"Sorry, can't accept that answer." Boruto dashes to Sarada and throws a punch at her.

Sarada only manage to block it on the last second. "Stop it! I'm not going to fight in this suit!"

Boruto does not reply, he simply continues to throw combos of attacks at Sarada. So far Sarada manage to block each strike despite the embarrassment of fighting in such a outfit.

After one last blow both of them jump back to catch their composer.

"Impressive maneuvers, Sara-chan." Boruto complimented with a grin.

"Don't call me Sara-chan!" Sarada yelled, covering herself and backing away. "And what do you expect, I am an Uchiha after all!"

"You are very good. You never give up and never stand down, I guess that is what makes you irresistible."

"Wha-" Sarada's face turn completely red. First Boruto challenges her for a fight and now he is trying to seduce her?

This was so sudden that Sarada even tripped down. Boruto rushed over and grab her before falling.

"Take it easy, you don't want to get hurt now do you?" Boruto spoke warmly at Sarada. "We don't want the future Hokage to get injure, right?"

"W-Wha…" Sarada could not continue her reply because Boruto locked his lips with hers.

Sarada just could not believe what is happening to her right now, Boruto is kissing her, her very first kiss and Boruto stole it from her. Even so Sarada did not resist, she could not understand if it is because of the shock or simply because her first kiss is so warm and gentle, or maybe by the simple fact she had been secretly dreaming of this moment for a long time.

After some time Boruto lets go of Sarada to catch his breath. Sarada looks up at Boruto, her blush never leaving her face, she practically could not find words to describe what she is feeling right now, the only think she can say is that she is happy. "B-Boruto…what… what about Asuka?"

"Sarada, my heart belongs to you, and you alone…" Boruto whispered gently to her and continue kissing Sarada. This time Sarada wrapped her arms around Boruto and return the kiss herself.

Slowly both Boruto and Sarada lay down on the ground, Boruto gently puts his hand on Sarada's shoulder and slowly starts to pull her outfit down.

"NO!" Sarada grabs Boruto's arm. "Boruto, please…I'm… I'm still…"

"It's ok. It's ok. I'll be very gently." Boruto whispered to Sarada's hear.

Sarada simply melted with Boruto's voice and releases his arm, and…

Sarada wakes up.

She sits up to find herself still in her tent with Asuka. "I was, dreaming?" Sarada's face turn red with the shock. She immediately gets out of the tent to catch some air and to try to remove the memory of the dream she just had.

"I can't believe I had such a perverted dream!" She said to herself as soon as she was in a safe distance from the camp.

"My goodness, I can't believe what just happen! it is more than obvious! I really got to stop reading Lord Sixth's books!" Sarada complain and then touch her lips, remembering how the Boruto of her dream kissed her, it was a dream kiss but the more Sarada thinks about it the more her hearth beats.

Sarada continues to walk a little more to try to clean her thoughts of her dream, she then stops when she sees Boruto staring at the moon. "Boruto?"

"Huh? Oh, Sarada, it's you?" Boruto asked when he notice Sarada.

"What are you doing here? Are you on watch?"

"Nope, I could not sleep. So I decided to walk a little. What about you?"

"I couldn't sleep too." Sarada responded without looking at Boruto, she doesn't want her to see her blush. Still she walks closer to him. "And why are you staring at the moon?"

"Me?" Boruto laughed nervously. "It's just a habit I got from my Mother."

"What habit?"

"Well, you see, it's because…no, never mind."

"What is it?"

"No, you'll just laugh…"

"C'mon tell me! I won't laugh!" Sarada insisted.

Baruto finally gave in. "Well, when I was a boy, my Mother and I use to stare at the moon all the time."

"Why for?"

"My Mother said that she, my Father, your Mother, Inojin's Dad and Shikadai's Dad went on a mission to stop a Man who wanted to make the Moon collide against the Earth. In the end my Dad stopped the Madman from destroying the Earth."

"Yes, my Mother told me about that mission as well."

"Yes. Even so, from time to time, my Mother looks at the moon. She says it was in that mission that her relationship with Dad flourished into what it is today. Heheh, she said that after the mission she and my Dad flew up into the air because of the Rasengan and had their first kiss in mid air, under the light of the moon.

Sarada's eyes sparkled intensively with the story. She heard a lot of details of that mission from her Mother, she also heard some of romantic details about it, but she never knew about that one. It was astonishingly dreamy, something she never heard before.

"When I heard that story I began watching the moon with my Mom." Boruto continued. "Hehehe, I must sound like a silly Mama's boy, right?"

"Everyone has their habits, I won't say anything." Sarada replied simply and then look at the moon, picturing how was the kiss between Boruto's parents. She then starts to picture how would it be if it was her and Boruto in that moment.

Sarada starts to shake her head violently to try to remove those fantasies from her head. "What is the matter with me? Get Serious! As a potential Hokage I cannot permit myself to act like idiotic girl with a crush! I must get over this, otherwise I will sound like a weak-minded, silly girl and a ninja can not show any weakness!"

Sarada toke a deep breath to clear her mind, she then notices Boruto staring at her. "What? what is it?"

"Nothing, it's just you're without your classes."

"What?" Only now Sarada realizes that she left her glasses at the tent. "I forgot about them."

"You know, you look cute without your glasses. I am able to see your eyes."

Sarada's face turn even redder with the comment, it is very rare for Boruto to say something nice about her. "Oh Shut up!" It sounded like she was talking to Boruto but in reality she was talking to her heart who doesn't stop pumping.

Sarada looks up to the moon again to try to gain composure. After she calmed herself she looks back to see that Boruto is walking back to camp. "You're going back already?"

"Yeah. We are getting up early and I know how your Dad is if we sleep on the job." Boruto responded and then walked back to camp.

"Hum…Ok." Sarada felt really disappointed, she felt like she lost her best chance to reveal her feelings. "Damn it! I really sounded like an idiot today! So many emotions today! I can't handle it anymore."

Sarada finds the nearest boulder and punches it, breaking the boulder into pieces. She then sighs in relieve. "That blow some steam off…"

Sarada starts to walk back to camp, hoping to get a good night sleep to try to clear the thoughts she had tonight.

To be Continued…

Maliska: another chapter done.

Sunny: In case anyone is wondering in Sarada's dream she was dressed like Mai Shiranui and Boruto was dressed like Andy Bogard from the King of Fighters/Fatal Fury games

Tears

Sunny: our new Naruto fic.

Alandra: we just saw the Boruto Movie and we decided to make a fic. it happens five years after the fight against Momoshiki

Ramon: Still the Naruto series does not belong to us, it belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

Chapter 5

Boruto and his team continue their journey, Sarada walks with a calm but cold attitude, virtually ignoring Boruto all the way.

Boruto is practically blowing his steam, last night Sarada and him were actually talking friendly for the first time in years without a single argument and now she is acting like he does not exist.

"Hey, Sarada, will you slow down?" Boruto called. "If you walk any faster you will reach the other side of the world!"

"Whatever." Sarada replied coldly without looking at Boruto.

Boruto groaned very loud.

Sarada felt very ashamed of herself with the way she acted last night, she acted like a childish, irrelevant little girl with a dismal school crush. "I can't afford to act this way!" she thought to herself. "I am the heir of the Uchiha clan! And I am aiming to become a future Hokage! I must be strong…" Sarada could not understand if she was acting this way to Boruto because of the achievements she wants to accomplish or simply because she was embarrassed. Last night Boruto said that Sarada looks cute without her classes.

"Hey, Boruto, what's up? something bothering you?" Asuka asked when Boruto sighed heavily.

"Me? no! I just could not sleep last night."

"Oh, that's too bad, but hey, how about we take some picture together huh? this will be fun." Asuka suggested excitedly as she pulls out her cell phone.

Boruto could not help but to smile back. "Cool!"

Once again Sarada sees Boruto and Asuka getting just perfectly. She sees the two of them taking selfies together.

Seeing the relationship that is forming between Boruto and Asuka is unbearable for Sarada, every time she sees the tow of them laughing together is like a deep, dark, poisons knife being stabbed on Sarada's chest, taking the very air from her body. It is almost like everything Sarada starts to get closer to Boruto, Asuka shows up to draw the line between them. "I can't wait for this mission to be finally over so I don't have to see this girl again."

"Over here! We arrive our destination!" Sasuke called.

Everyone rushes over to Sasuke, and they see the clear sight of the ocean right in front of them.

"You mean, the last piece is in the ocean?" Mitsuki asked.

"No, it is right there." Sasuke pointed to the Light-house near the beach.

"The Light-house? That is where the last piece is?" Kanguro asked.

"Yes, twenty feet under the Light house to be exact." Sasuke responded.

"I see." Sarada exclaimed. "That light house seems abandoned but that does not stop anyone to get in. So the safest solution if to bury the last piece and keep it away."

"But what are we going to do? are we going to dig the last piece out and put it somewhere else?" Boruto asked.

"No." Sasuke responded as he starts to walk again with everyone else following him. "We will keep a close watch on the area and do some training while we are at it. At least until more aid arrive or until we defeat the enemy, which ever come first. so we will set up a base camp in the Light house to make it sound like we are simply camping there. Kankuro, set your dummies around the area to make sure we don't get any surprise attacks.

"I'm on it."

"The rest of us will get a fire going to prepare a meal."

"No problem." Boruto said with a grin. "C'mon, Asuka, Let's go see if we can get something to eat."

"Awesome!" Asuka followed Boruto all the way back to the wood, directly to the lake found a few minutes ago.

Sarada looks at the direction Boruto and Asuka are going, they seem happy together. As much as Sarada hates to admit Asuka is defiantly not like her. Asuka is more carefree and she gets along with people just fine, qualities that match Boruto very well.

Sarada's vision starts to get blurry, that is when she realizes that is about to cry. "No! I don't cry!" Sarada wipes her tears away, refusing to give in to her depression. "I am strong! I will not cry, I will not cry!"

"Sarada, is something wrong?" Sasuke asked as he approach his daughter.

"No, no, Dad. I am ok." Sarada responded without looking at her father.

"Are you crying?"

"What? No! It is just the air of the sea, it's hitting my eyes."

"I see." Sasuke knows that Sarada is lying yet he also knows that she will insist on that recline unless she is prepared to converse.

"Dad." Sarada called when her father was about to leave, without turning to him. "Do you…do you think there is something wrong with me? Am I really a bad person?"

Sasuke chuckled. "Of course not. You are unique in your own level. In fact, you must be the purest Uchiha in history since you awaken your Sharigan in a way far different from anyone in the clan." Sasuke puts his hand on Sarada's head. "And one more thing, Sarada. It is Ok to cry."

Sarada finally turns to her father. "What? but I'm a ninja!"

"Ninja's are humans. And no one is more human than you, my dear. So go ahead, let it out, don't leave it locked inside you."

Sarada could not hold her tears anymore and runs to cry on her father's chest.

In that moment Boruto returns back to find Sarada crying. He remains hidden in hope to find out what is wrong with Sarada but nothing came out. "What is wrong with Sarada?"

Dinner time came and our group is eating fish.

"Kanguro, have your dummies report any incident." Sasuke asked as he took a bite out of his fish.

"Nothing so far, we are still on the clear. Let's hope it stays that way." Kanguro responded.

"Say, Kanguro-Sensei, how did Gaara-Sama and Naruto-Sama became friends?" Asuka suddenly asked.

"Huh? Why do you want to know?"

"Well, they seem very close friends and I heard that our two villages had some issues in the past. But they become allies thanks to the friendship between Lord Kazekage and Lord Hokage. So I am curious."

"My Dad said that Gaara-sama wasn't always a nice guy." Boruto join in the conversation.

"What? that is impossible." Asuka replied in shock.

"But it is true." Kanguro assured. "Gaara wasn't always the kind man we all know today. He was very vicious in his youth but all that changed thanks to Naruto."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Sarada asked.

#boruto fanfiction

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The house had been empty for several months, leading to a very fed-up specter in the house. Not that he knew he was dead, of course. The videre had quite an unusual time since last hallows eve and had take up residence in his friend's house until he could sort his head out. Of course, being a ghost, reaching back to far away memories was difficult and only resulted in the man reliving his first few weeks over a period of months.

With a sigh, the former sailor took up his pen and began to write. "Once again, he hasn't returned. I truly feel as if he's left this house to my care and ownership. Odd for a fellow like Theodore, but I suppose that's his way now. He's been so distant recently, but he hasn't told me why. When he comes back I will demand answers from him. But until then, I will do my best to occupy myself. I've somehow lost my violin and can't fathom where I set it. Perhaps he moved it as a jest and things aren't as dire after all? We shall see."

Letting out a huff, the salt-aired specter rose from the table and busied himself, once again checking the food and stores before adding to the already lengthy grocery list Theo posted on the ice box before he'd left. Really, the man had to come home sometime. Surely he didn't expect his friend who had nothing but a British pound to his name, to go out and purchase necessities?

Either way, he hoped his friend would return soon. The house was all too drab without him to liven it up. — @leerofthevinegaroons (Have some Ghost!Baribus to haunt your house :3c)

Despite owning a house, Theo never truly lived in it. There was no point to staying in an empty house all by himself with only his own mind for company. He knew from lengthy experience that he could be his own worst enemy at times - though modern medicine did help quite a bit. The fey did decide to leave the two Metropolis love-birds for a couple of days in order to go check on the Philadelphia house.

Nothing looked odd from the outside, not drastically anyway. Upstairs the curtains were open, he didn't remember leaving them that way. But then again, it had been almost a year since he'd been here, only stopping in every once in a while to make sure there weren't any leaks or problems with the property. Theo stared at the front of the building, then quickly ducked into the alley between it and the next house to check the back. The small garden was perfectly tended.

The whole tiny property was perfectly tended.

Theo rushed to unlock the door and explore the inside.

All over, every single room. It was dusted, laundered, the blinds opened or closed depending on where the sun was. There was even a fire in the lower hearth! The fridge had been cleared out, pantry organized, and a shopping list made! Every surface of the kitchen was covered in small neat notes;

"This beef expired three months ago, where exactly have you been?"

"Theodore, really, I am not capable of doing the shopping for you. How long are you planning on being out?"

"I'm going to bed, when I wake up my violin had better be exactly where I left it. This game of yours has lost its charm."

Such notes were everywhere! Theo ventured from one room to the next finding them. A sea breeze was wafting down from the uppermost floor and he stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up at it unwilling to venture any further. Footsteps sounded on the landing and were walking briskly toward him and without thinking any further on it the man turned and fled.

@leerofthevinegaroons

#leerofthevinegaroons #answered #ask #v: metropolis

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errythinisblue · 2 years

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After the video with mason cocking in his kitchen, can you write one where you two are cocking together and he asks you to finger yourself in the counter and after that he fuck you .🥵

Hi babes! Well this was a hell of a request really, it was SO HOT to write that down! I hope you'll enjoy this! ;) <3

Two can play this game

Mason Mount x Y/N

Summary: When you and Mason decide to have an at home date night, pots and pans are not the only things that are getting heated.

Warnings: SMUT, lots of SMUT.

It was Saturday afternoon and you just got back from shopping. As you had the night off work and Mason had to play on Sunday, you thought it could be a great idea to have an at home date night. You really couldn’t go out on the night before a match, so you and Mason planned the perfect night just for the two of you: you would start your date by cooking your dinner together, and then you would either watch a film or play games, depending on the mood you wanted to set.

As for your mood, it was insanely high. You really couldn’t wait to spend the night alone with your boyfriend, since it was from his birthday night that you hadn’t had a proper date. You were singing to some music that was coming from the speakers in your living room, while you were putting the groceries away; as you noticed the extreme amount of food you bought you suppressed a laugh, shrugging it off immediately as you really didn’t know what you’d like to have for dinner. That was why you bought noodles, pasta, some meat and of course some fruit and vegetables, not to mention the cookies and chocolate that couldn’t really be missing.

“Well looks like I stocked the kitchen up…” once again you laughed to yourself, scratching your head as you looked at your now full fridge and cupboards.

“I already thought you went mental for buying all of that,” you heard Mason say from behind you as he made you jump from the scare, “but talking to yourself is a whole other level babe!” he laughed at the sight of your terrified face.

“Mount I swear to God I’m gonna end you if you keep scaring me like this!” you shouted at him as you clutched your chest with both of your hands.

“It’s not my fault if you keep the volume so high that you can’t even hear me sneaking up on you!” he provocatively made his way to you as he looked directly into your Y/E/C eyes.

“That’s not an excuse for you to act like a child.” you told him as you were now crossing your arms on your chest to stop him from hugging you.

“Aw c’mon babe relax…it was just an innocent prank…” he put his hands on both sides of your neck, tilting your head up with his thumbs, “I didn’t really mean to scare you like that…” he told you as he started laughing again.

“You’re such a bastard. And I was even falling for your words!” you laughed at him in disbelief, pushing him away from you.

“Where do you think you’re going, mh?” he gently grabbed you by your elbow, not letting you go away from him this time, “It’s our date night babe, don’t you think it’s a bit rude to act like this?” he asked you, keeping his gaze on your face.

“You were the first one being rude by scaring me so, it looks like we’re even.” you dangerously neared your face to his, leaving a peck on the corner of his mouth, teasing him, “However, I’m hungry… what about you?” you leaned your palms on his toned chest, feeling his muscles contract under the hoodie he was wearing.

“I am too…should we start cooking?” he kissed you on your jaw, running his hands over your back, under your – his– sweater.

“Yeah, what do you want to eat my love?” you bit your lip as you looked up at him with big sultry eyes, wanting to test his patience.

“I really don’t know now,” he was keeping himself from laughing once again, “since my girlfriend decided to stock up on food to last for a lifetime…” he then let a smile appear on his face.

“You’re really getting on my nerves Masey. Don’t test my patience.” you playfully warned him, pointing a finger at him.

“Then you shouldn’t test mine either.” he stared at your lips, as he wrapped one of his hands around your forefinger you were pointing at him with.

After you decided that you’d have some Bolognese pasta, you started making it. Once you divided your tasks you started cutting the onion, while Mason was grabbing all the ingredients you would need to prepare your dinner.

You were full on crying when you finished cutting the onion, and Mason couldn’t resist the urge to make a funny remark. In his mind, two could play that testing game, and he was determined on winning it by making fun of you and teasing you, knowing full well you couldn’t stand him when he did that.

“Oh babe why are you crying?” he mocked you, “I really didn’t mean to scare you!” he stuck his bottom lip out as he cradled your face in his hands, feigning regret.

“Oh c’mon Mount you can do better than that. Even you know that.” you rolled your eyes at him, drying you tears with the back of your hand and removing his hands from your face.

“Y/N/N you really are no fun…” he raised his hands in the air, knowing he hit a spot since you were really touchy and you couldn’t stand being criticized.

“Oh am I?” you furrowed your brow at that, making him believe that you were annoyed and that you were about to give in. “Okay.” you just shrugged your shoulders, leaving him dumbfounded at your unusual behavior.

You knew he was trying to push your buttons by making fun of you, he knew how thin-skinned you were and he was acting on that. But what he didn’t know was that you were just getting started with him. The doe eyes you gave him when he came home, the barely there touches you left on his body, were only the beginning of your plan.

As he started stirring the sauce you would need to put on your pasta, you started to rearrange the kitchen. But you had your own, unique way of doing it. Every time you would go near him, you made sure to brush your elbow against his own, or your hip against his. You were teasing him with your lingering touches, and every once in a while you would leave soft kisses on his clothed shoulder while you were making your way past him.

When you didn’t hear a word from him in minutes, you knew your plan was working. You could tell even by looking at his face, the visible vein on his temple telling you that he was about to burst. And he did once he saw you bending down, and your bum casually, or maybe not, brushed against his thigh.

“Enough.” he growled, leaving the spoon he was stirring the sauce with in the pan and switching off the induction hob.

“What?” you smirked at him, knowing you had him exactly where you wanted him.

“Don’t play pretend now. You tried to wind me up since I got home, didn’t you?” he asked you, holding your face in his left hand.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you looked at him with your best mask of defiance on, trying to keep your balance on your already shaking legs.

“I told you not to test my patience.” the words left his mouth in an animalistic growl.

“And I told you not to test mine before that.” you were keeping your mask on, you just didn’t know it was about to crumble at his next move.

He lifted you up and sat you down on the kitchen counter, making space for you as he pushed aside everything he found on the marble surface to make room for you. He took your face in his hands once again as he kissed you hungrily, feverishly, lowering his hands down on your body until he met the waist of your black leggings. He hooked his fingers in it, and pushed them down your legs with a little help from you.

You could see the arousal fogging his brown eyes, as his pupils were so dilated that his eye color turned into black. His lips were swollen from the bruising kiss you two just shared. His adam apple was bobbing with the harsh breaths he was taking. His chest rising and falling quickly as his breathing was labored. And when you lowered your gaze to his crotch you understood why.

“I shouldn’t even let you look at me.” he told you, his voice even lower than before.

“What should I do then?” you asked with your soft voice, swinging your legs and slowly opening them wider and wider, so that you could tease Mason even further.

“You’re still trying to play your little games?” he asked you, while he walked around the kitchen counter looking at you like you were his prey, “Then show me your tricks,” he ordered you as he grabbed a stool and sat on it directly in front of you, “would you finger yourself on this counter?”

Your breath hitched at his request, your palms becoming sweaty at the warmth you were feeling in every cell of your body. When he leaned his hands on the marble counter, one on each side of your hips, your first instinct was to open your legs for him.

“Tell me,” he continued setting your body on fire with his words, “would you do that knowing that it turns me on?”

You couldn’t seem to find the words to answer him, so you simply nodded your head, making him chuckle as you knew he wanted to hear you.

“Would you?” he asked you in between his teeth, clenching his jaw.

“Yes.” you breathed.

“Then do it.” he leaned back on the stool as he kept his famished stare on you, “Let me watch you babygirl…I wanna watch you.”

You did as you were told as you slowly pushed your underwear to the side, not wanting to waste another second before starting to move your fingers around your clit. The first touch was enough to send a bolt of electricity up your spine.

Mason watched as you threw your head back and your mouth fell open at the pleasure you were giving yourself, and his cock twitched at the sight of you touching your pussy in front of him, for him. He started to palm his dick through the black Chelsea joggers he still had on from when he came home, while his eyes didn’t move from your fingers.

When your eyes were back on him you thought you died and went to heaven: he was sitting on the stool with his thighs open wide, his torso fully relaxed against the little backrest and his right hand that was stroking his erection over his joggers. He was looking at you through hooded eyes, licking his lips as he eyed you like a full course meal.

The sight of him spurred you on as you slowly inserted a finger inside of you. You moaned at the feeling, as you started moving your hand faster and faster. When you saw him pushing down his trousers enough to free his cock, you instinctively put another finger inside of your now dripping pussy, clearly imagining it was his cock that was filling you. But as your fingers weren’t enough you started circling your nub once again, and in the blink of an eye your fingers movement and the sight of him touching himself in front of you brought you to the brink of your orgasm.

Just as your climax was about to crash down on you like a tidal wave, Mason’s hand stopped your movements as you were about to experience the most intense orgasm ever. Or so you thought. He didn’t even let you whine about your ruined orgasm as he pushed his dick inside of you with a deep, hard thrust that had you boat moaning loudly.

“Did you really thought I’d let you come like that?” he groaned as he stilled himself inside of you, while he was removing both of your shirts from your bodies.

“Please Mase please…move…” you whined as you were now laying back on the counter.

“Should I?” it was his turn to tease you now, as he circled your still sensitive clit with his thumb making you clench around him, “I mean…fuck. You feel so good like that, clenching down on my cock and taking it all like the good girl you are.” he struggled with his words, “’Cause you’re a good girl right?”

“I am…” you whimpered, feeling your body on fire even when your back rested against the cold white marble, “oh fuck me please…let me show you I can take it all baby please…”

“Show me then.” he started thrusting into you at a fast pace, “Show me you can take it all.” he growled as his hands were holding your hips so tight that you could feel his bitten nails biting at your skin.

“Oh fuck!” you reached back and grabbed at the edge of the counter with both of your hands, arching your spine at the pleasure he was giving you.

“Keep your hips down.” he moaned as he pushed you back down on the counter, with his hands grabbing at your breasts that were now on full display for him.

“Mase I’m so close…” you whimpered, putting your hands on his, and circling his waist with your legs to keep him there.

“I know baby, I’m close too…” he groaned as he watched the way his cock slipped inside of you so easily, “Fuck I think I’m gonna explode baby…fuck. You feel so tight around me…” his face was contorted in pleasure as he looked down at you.

At hearing his words you couldn’t resist anymore. As one of your hands went down to your pussy and started circling your clit under his stare once again, his hips started hitting you at a bruising pace with forceful thrusts. His dick was hitting every nerve inside of your body, it felt like it was made just for you.

“Want me to come inside of you babygirl?” he wrapped one of his hands around your throat to keep you steady.

“Oh yes baby, fuck!” you moaned, “Fuck Mason I’m gonna c-cum!”

As he felt your pussy clench around him continuously, he felt like he was going to faint as he was feeling lightheaded with all the pleasure running in his veins after the buildup he experienced.

“Ooh fuck fuck fuck!” he growled as he came deep into your pussy, leaning his face in between your breasts as he was giving you everything he had, “Fuuuck…” he whimpered as he felt himself slipping out of you.

“Did you run out of words baby?” you lightly laughed as you ran your fingers through his now messy hair.

“I only need a minute to recover…” he said still out of breath from the intensity of his orgasm.

“Take all the time you need,” you told him, “I just wanted you to know that I’m starving really…”

“You could have told me before, I would have fed you babygirl…” he winked at you making you blush at his dirty joke.

“Are you trying to start another round of our game Mount?!” you asked him with a vein of disbelief in your voice.

“I’m always up for our game, you should know that by now.” he made himself clear, “Even more so when it’s been days since we had all night for ourselves…” he softly told you as he helped you on your feet once again.

“Well take me to bed then, what are you waiting for?” you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“Wait weren’t you hungry?” he frowned.

“Starving actually…” you whispered against his lips, “…for you.”

Might do a part 2... ;)

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