#him checking for her approval and her instruction... yes

[zorosangell]

Oh my god, I love your Katakuri fics so much, they are so good! I was wondering if I could make a request with that same time-line, following reader and her children, but maybe—she’s injured, and she’s pregnant with one of them? And it’s just immediate devastation, but it turns out the kiddo will be okay?

Idk I think Katakuri would just go f-ing ballistic, and you write him so well, especially with a sweet-hearted reader, so I couldn’t help but ask!

(I’m not sure if you’ve done this before, but if you have pleaseeee direct me in that direction.)

⛥ﾟ・。 necklace

SECRET BONUS/prequel to pocus -- (after orchids) katakuri returns from another mission to find that you are with child. but when a familiar face returns to harm you, katakuri goes fucking ballistic.

cw: fluff, comfort, kinda angsty a bit, katakuri is katakuri, he is SOOOOO in love with you, it’s actually adorable, he is twenty-three, you are twenty-two, you are pregnant with soda

a/n: in the spirit of may the 4th I pray someone gets the references I made

"Commander!" Kota greeted, subconsciously holding his breath as he straightened his posture, bowing in respect as the general entered through the impossibly huge doors of the Whole Cake Chateau.

His spurred footfalls were like knives cutting through the silence of the room, his gaze just as sharp as it landed on the boy.

"Welcome back, sir!"

Silently, Katakuri nodded, shrugging off his cloak and allowing the guards to take it as he started down the hall.

"Kota," he replied in a monotone, eyes trained forward and walk powerful. "If you're here, then I take it all the necessary preparations have been made?"

Fervently, the boy nodded, quickly flipping through the pages of his clipboard until he found his to-do list.

"Yes, sir! As requested, a bouquet of orchids has been sent to Lady (y/n) along with the necklace you commissioned. And as for the rest of her gifts, they are being delivered to the mansion as we speak."

"And her day?"

"Completely clear. I finished her paperwork and already have her stamp of approval for today's menu. In about an hour, I'll take over the bakery, which leaves her totally free from now 'til tomorrow afternoon."

At the good news, Katakuri nodded, before his tone turned chilling.

"Security breaches?"

Thickly, Kota swallowed, a cold shiver rolling down his spine at the taller man's oppressive aura.

"Not a single one. The gate system at the mansion is functioning at one-hundred percent, and, per instruction, her guard detail has remained around the clock. Though, of course, they've been relieved upon your arrival."

Before Katakuri could say anything in response, a bright, warm presence began to flood his senses, forcing a rather Pavlovian thrum to rush through his veins, already sending his heart into a fluster.

The familiarity of this blissful sensation felt like coming home more than entering a house ever could, and almost always meant that his favorite person in the world was nearby.

His beautiful wife.

Slyly, he glanced out the corner of his eye, his gaze visibly softening watched to come to a stop near a humongous marble column, hands clasped together as you waited patiently for your husband to finish his debrief.

Tranquility could not even begin to define the calmness that washed over his body at the sight of you, the experience like a soft, rolling tide of the freshest water one could dream of.

Hell, the man hadn't realized how much he was dying of thirst until he'd caught a glimpse of the ocean.

"Good work," he commended, already checked out of the conversation as he turned to walk toward you. "You're dismissed."

Respectfully, Kota bowed once again.

"Thank you, sir," he nodded. "Enjoy the rest of your day."

And with that, the boy quickly scurried away, thoroughly understanding that now was his cue to leave.

Katakuri, on the other hand, had no place he'd rather be, managing to cross the width of the large hall in four long strides before finally reaching you.

Even his scarf couldn't muffle his grin as he enveloped your smaller frame in a tight bear hug, relishing your tiny squeal, and the feeling of you in his arms once again, as he swirled you both around without a care in the world.

"Kuri," you sighed, relieved, as you cupped what you could of his face in your hands, pressing two, firm kisses on both sides of his nose before throwing your arms over his shoulders, pulling him closer.

Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he allowed himself to inhale your sweet scent, years of work in your bakery giving you the permanent smell of cinnamon sugar and vanilla.

It was intoxicating, like a drug he could never get enough of.

"I've missed you, (y/n)," Katakuri muttered into your flesh, tightening his hold around your waist.

Pulling back, you held his face in your hands once again, smoothing your thumbs over his cheeks as your eyes rushed to scan over his face, committing his every feature to memory.

"There was word that you'd run into trouble at sea," you stated, breathlessly, your unease finally beginning to make sense.

"I'm all right," he assured, his large hand coming up to cup your cheek, his heart doubling in size as you instantly leaned into his touch.

You stared up at him as if he was the only thing in the world, as if he'd hung the stars and moon right before your eyes.

He wasn't too shy to admit, the sight brought a certain puff to his chest.

"Been ages since I've seen your face," Katakuri stated, taking a moment to marvel. "Would've been longer if it weren't for Custard's wedding."

To your extreme surprise, he hooked a finger into his scarf, tugging it down just enough to free his mouth before pressing his lips firmly against yours, nearly toppling you over.

Off balance, you tightly gripped his shoulders, eyes slightly wide as he pulled back, your mind still reeling at what he just did.

"I don't think Mama would've ever brought me back from that damn island."

With that, he was quick to jump back in, capturing your lips in another heated kiss before you managed to pull away.

"Kuri, not here."

"Yes, here," he purred, chasing your lips as you left him.

That is... until he realized you were shaking.

Instantly, he stopped everything, shifting to rest his hands on your shoulders as he looked you over.

"Are you all right? You're trembling," he asked, brows furrowed with concern. "What's going on?"

Nervously, you glanced down at your feet, taking a second to muster up your courage.

It was now or never.

"Kuri..." you started, a faint glint of fear flashing in your eyes as you stared up at him, only confusing the man more, "...I'm pregnant."

Instantly, his eyes went wide, yours frantically scanning over his face for every minute expression.

"That's—"

He paused a moment, searching for the right word, his hesitation sending a cold pang of terror through your chest.

Noticing this, he quickly corrected himself, pulling you into his embrace and placing a kiss on your temple.

"That's wonderful."

"What are we going to do? With your mother and the bakery, I—"

"We're not gonna worry about anything right now," he assured, carefully lifting your chin, allowing his thumb to glide over your bottom lip. "This is a happy moment... the happiest moment of my life."

The man placed a gentle kiss on your hairline, tightening his hold on you as your body began to slowly melt into his.

"You're making a habit of these welcome-home surprises."

At that, you chuckled, glancing up at him with a knowing look.

"I'm afraid this one's all you, my love... given how much you enjoyed the last one."

His cheeks flushed at the reminder, your night of passion two months ago still very much at the forefront of his memory.

One of the best nights of his life... and one you made sure he'd never forget.

"Speaking of, we've got time to take our merienda early," he chimed, hands sliding down to rest on your hips. "I've made sure the both of us are free until tomorrow evening."

"Perfect," you smiled.

Leaning forward on your tippy-toes, you pressed a firm kiss on his cheek before tugging up his scarf with a cheeky grin.

"Let me just go get my things."

As you slowly pulled away, Katakuri's hand persisted, carefully sliding down your arm as you gracefully slipped away.

But, even when you finally left him, his arm remained outstretched, limply reaching for you as he watched your perfect form disappear further into the castle.

God, the things he'd do for you...

Never in a million years would he have ever foresaw himself so helpless at the hand of the woman he'd see around town with her nose in a recipe book.

Never would he have guessed that he'd be at her complete and utter mercy.

The man hung off every silvery word that left your plush lips, your every glance giving his heart new life.

Hell, one would think flowers sprang at your feet the way he revered your every step.

He truly and wholeheartedly believed that you were the embodiment of beauty and perfection, no matter how many flaws and quirks you attempted to point out—to him, your every trait was a pro.

And now, with the wonderful news that you were with child, a certain sense of wholeness began to settle itself in Katakuri's chest.

Of course, you overflowed his heart in every way possible, but this feeling was different.

He was starting a family... not one out of power or obligation but of love.

Real, honest-to-goodness, knock-you-off-your-feet love.

Every decision he'd ever made had led him to this perfect moment of totality, where the world seemed brighter and his stresses nonexistant.

Under his scarf, he couldn't help but don a sincere—honestly adorable—smile, a child-like sense of giddiness rippling through his veins.

He was going to be a father.

Humming to yourself, you gave up on trying to muffle your smile, too busy marveling at the beautiful flower arrangement your husband got as you touched up your hair in the mirror.

Leaning forward, you tucked a few unruly flyaways behind your ear, before taking a step back and examining your dress, specifically by turning to the side.

Sure, being only two months along, there wasn't a noticeable bump.

…But that did stop you from talking.

"Oh, I can't wait to meet you!" you sing-songed, giddy, as your hand slid over your belly. "My little girl... my baby boy... we're going to have so much fun. We'll tell stories and play, and I'll bake whatever your little heart desires."

Already you were prepared to give this child the world, to shower it with all the love and affection you'd failed to receive during your childhood.

Your father, although present, was quite distant, more concerned with finding a way to worm into the Charlotte family than anything.

Your mother, although warm, had sadly died of a severe cold when you were only eight.

And with no brothers or sisters to speak of, you'd spent the better half of your childhood raising yourself, occupying your time by learning how to bake until you eventually became one of Totto Land's most esteemed chefs—at the ripe age of eighteen, no less.

Things were going to be better for them though... you would make sure of it.

Thoughtlessly, your hand rose to rest over your heart, eyes drifting over to the nearby table only to find that your new necklace was gone.

Concerned, your brows furrowed.

"What the—"

"Looking for this?"

You practically jumped out your skin at the unknown voice, a sharp gasp ripping from your lips as you whipped around and bumped into the vanity, knocking over your new vase of flowers with a loud smash.

(Despite still being all the way in the foyer, Katakuri heard this, his brows furrowing almost instantly as he started toward the dressing room.)

Turning toward the source, your eyes went wide as the man you thought you'd never see again menacingly shut the door, stepping out from the shadows behind it with a sinister grin.

'No... it can't be...'

"Gino..." you exhaled, stomach dropping to the floor as your chest began to rapidly rise and fall, an all-too familiar sense of terror turning your blood to ice.

"Ah, so you do remember me," he grinned, pleased, as he began to stalk toward you, twirling your gold necklace around his finger. "That's good... saves me a whole lot of trouble."

Every red flag one could possibly imagine was waving fiercely as the man approached, an insidious glint in his eye.

You knew better than to try to take him on yourself, and with no nearby weapons, you opted for the smarter option.

"KATAK—!"

With lightning speed, the man surged forward, harshly silencing you with a slap across the face, the force sending you crashing to the ground.

"Nuh uh uh. Hubby's not gonna be here to save you," Gino sneered, grabbing you by the neck before lifting you back on your feet. "God, doesn't this bring back memories?"

Instantly, your mind flashed with images from your relationship with the bastard.

Screaming...

Begging...

Crying... so much crying...

You thought you'd left that life behind; but, like most things, the past always seemed to come back when you least expect it.

"What... do you want... bastard..." you manged in between breaths, doing your best to keep a steady flow of air despite his bruising grip on your neck.

"I want what's rightfully mine... what I never should've had to give up," he paused a moment. "Though, I suppose things are different now that you're his whore."

Shamelessly, his eyes raked over you, taking account of every inch of your body before finally landing on your face.

"Then again... you've always were a real knockout."

Suddenly, Gino's eyes seemed to brighten, a lightbulb going off in his head.

"How about a kiss, eh? For old times sake," he suggested, though it wasn't really a suggestion at all. "You know I used to rock your world... does your husband do that, too?"

His grip tightened, and your eyes slowly went wide as air became scarcer and scarcer.

"Gino... please..." you gasped, frantically tapping his shoulder, hoping to invoke some sort of human emotion in him.

"God, I forgot how great it feels to hear you beg," he grinned, manically. "Y'know, not a day went by for me these last two years without thinking of this very moment... and now its about to become a reality..."

Slowly, he began to pull you closer, lips puckered and ready.

'Oh, God!'

"No...!"

Suddenly, the door opened to reveal Katakuri, his eyes widening and chest igniting at the sight before him.

Your eyes... glassy and fear-ridden.

Your throat... slowly beginning to bruise.

Your cheek... outlined by a stinging, red hand mark

Causes A, B, and C of Gino's imminent death.

"GET AWAY FROM HER!" he roared, startling Gino into dropping you as a mochi appendage swiftly snatched him up by the throat.

"Katakuri!" you gasped, entering a small coughing fit as you attempted to sit up.

Harshly, the general strangled Gino, waiting until he began to audibly choke before slamming him against a wall.

But your husband refused to waste any time, already retrieving Mogura from his mochi before storming toward the man with murderous intent.

His blood was practically steeping with rage, planning on turning your bastard of an ex into a smear on the wall for what he did.

The Sweet Commander had never felt such intense fury before, and you better believe he was going to take it out on the bastard responsible.

"Why don't you try fighting like a man without your Devil Fruit tricks?" Gino spat, brows furrowed as he coughed himself back to life, standing from the crumbled remains of the wall and entering a fighting stance.

Without hesitation, Katakuri tossed Mogura to the ground, deactivating his mochi and shrugging off his leather vest before surging forward and decking Gino right in the face.

The blow swiftly brought the man to his knees, but your husband was quick to hit him with another, this time laying him out flat on the floor.

Though Katakuri simply snatched him up and stood him back on his feet, using the man's body as a punching bag as he hit him with all sorts of hooks, jabs, and elbow strikes.

Thoroughly bloodied, Gino had managed to meet one of the general's fists with his own, but the sickening crack and the scream that followed proved it to be a fruitless endeavor.

Katakuri continued like this for a long while, cycling through some boxing moves before smashing and dragging the bastard through the most painful things in the room—the glass table, the mirror, the window.

That is, until Gino finally took his last breath, having died from being literally beat to death—his body completely mangled and face totally unrecognizable.

But your husband couldn't have cared less, finishing off by snatching your necklace out of Gino's dead grasp before making his way over to you, being sure to tug off his bloody gloves and discard them.

"(y/n)—"

"Katakuri!" you quickly launched yourself in his arms, burying your face in his neck as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Thank God!"

Instantly, he reciprocated, holding you flush against him as his hand came up to stroke your hair, the two of you sinking to the floor together.

"I-I was so scared! I thought he was gonna—"

You trailed off, not even wanting to think about what could've happened if your husband hadn't shown up

Katakuri caught on immediately, fury already beginning to bubble in his chest once again at the implication.

Fuck shattered bones and internal bleeding... the bastard got off too easy.

"You're safe now," Katakuri promised, muttering into your hair. "He can't hurt you anymore.'

"Please stay with me..." you sniffled, tightening your hold on him. "Don't leave me alone."

As if the statement was absurd, he shook his head, holding you tighter as well.

"I'm not going anywhere, my love... I'm right here."

[myownwholewildworld]

wicked whims — a javier peña oneshot

pairing: javier peña x f!reader (same couple as pretty nails, can be read as a standalone) summary: javi catches you playing wicked whims in the sims and decides to make your fantasies a reality. a/n: I AM NOT OKAY, OKAY? this is the definition of a crackfic. muchísimas gracias a @gothcsz for the inspiration and for convincing me to play this mod, i'll be eternally grateful 😭 i'm loving the levels of freak we're reaching <3 ANYWAY please enjoy this delusion! warnings: 18+, mdni. filthy smut. f! solo masturbation. rough anal sex. creampie. no use of y/n. javi and reader speak spanish. no description of reader other than hair that can be yanked, but i do imagine her as a latina. w/c: ~1.6k

You unglued your eyes from the screen for a second to look at your phone.

8:37 PM.

“¡Mierda! (shit),” you muttered under your breath, checking the time one more time.

No, your eyes hadn’t betrayed you. You really had been playing Sims for the last four hours, completely losing track of time. You were supposed to do laundry today, clothes piling up in the hamper behind you. Damn, you had even planned to run to the shop too for a few ingredients missing from your cupboard.

But this new mod you had just discovered, Wicked Whims, had you on a fucking chokehold, unable to refrain yourself from having your simself perform all the depravities your mind could come up with. You had created yourself and Javi in the game, spending a ridiculuous amount of time on getting the shape of his aquiline nose right. Then spent countless hours looking for the right animations and custom content to live your best life.

In the darkness of your shared room, you unpaused the game again, deciding it was too late for laundry or food shopping.

Your simself and Javi were awaiting further instructions.

Wicked > Sex > Oraljob > Rough deep-throating.

You watched eagerly as your simself choked on Javi’s cock. The slapping of his balls against your chin, along with the lewd noises, was so realistic it soon replaced your smirk with a gentle bite on your plush bottom lip. Saliva and precum overflowed from your lips the moment Javi grabbed your head and began jackhammering into your mouth.

You were gagging loud.

This was too good. So much so, you felt your pussy wetting, your clit pulsing softly. Pressing your knees together, you immersed yourself in the gameplay, your imagination running wild. It even got to a point where you slid your hand under your panties, your fingerpads tracing the slick seam of your cunt.

Leaning back on the chair, one leg propped up over the armrest, you pressed slow, lazy circles on your bundle of nerves, a soft sigh leaving your lips with half-lidded eyes. How was this mod getting you all messy? No idea, but you were horny as fuck.

Stalking your gushing hole, you tentatively sank one finger in your pussy, eyes glued on Javi cumming on the face of your simself.

“Ah, sí, mi Javi haría exactamente eso… (Ah, yes, my Javi would do exactly same),” you hummed in approval, adding a second finger, curling them to reach that precise spot of pleasure.

“¿Qué es lo que yo haría, reina? (What is it that I would do, queen?)”

His actual, real voice interrupted you.

Startled, you jumped to your feet, pushing the chair to one side and switching off the screen of the computer as fast as you could. Turning around, you saw him right behind you.

“¿Cuánto tiempo llevas ahí parado? (How long have you been standing there?)” you asked rather nervously. You really hadn’t heard him come home.

The real question you wanted to ask though was how much had he seen. But you didn’t want to betray yourself in case he hadn’t paid much attention to your gameplay.

“El suficiente (Enough),” he replied with a smirk, closing the distance between you.

His warm hands landed on your naked hips. You were only wearing a tee shirt and underwear, always making yourself comfortable the moment you crossed the frontdoor. Javi leaned in, a knowing smile curling his mouth as his moustache prickled the curve of your neck.

“¿Un día duro en el trabajo? (Hard day at work?)” you attempted to divert the conversation, biting down your lip as Javi left a trail of wet kisses on your sensitive skin.

“Lo único duro que tengo es mi verga después de ver lo que estabas jugando (the only hard thing I have is my cock after watching you play),” he husked as you craned your neck a bit more. Javi groped your ass and pressed your clothed pussy against his growing bulge. “¿Somos nosotros? (Is that us?)”

Well, there was no point in denying the truth, so you nodded.

“Eso es lo que pensaba. Te gusta que te la meta hasta el fondo de la garganta, ¿cierto? (That’s what I thought. You like it when I shove it down your throat, right?)” he questioned, one hand replacing his lips, wrapping it gently around your throat.

You gasped. Your pussy gushed.

This man was a menace to your senses, both in game and in real life. Although virtual Javi could never compare to the real one.

“Javi—”

“Nuh-uh,” he tutted at you. “Odiaría interrupir. Por favor, sigue jugando (I’d hate to interrupt. Please, keep playing),” he ordered, because there was no room for discussion after that.

Javier turned you around, pushing you towards the desk and switching the screen back on. You had forgotten to pause the game, so your sims had decided not to wait for your commands any longer.

Javi and your simself were going at it on the bed, you laying down on your belly as Javi fucked your ass, his chest flush with your back.

“Me gusta lo que veo (I like what I see),” he groaned behind you, his fingers hooking around the bottom part of your panties to push them aside. “No me hagas caso, encanto. Tú juega tranquila (Don’t mind me, darling. Take your time playing).”

Easier said than done. It was hard to focus on the game when you heard Javi unzip his jeans behind you and ramming his throbbing cock between your inner thighs. Gripping the edge of the desk, you stuck your ass out for him. Javi humped your damp slit, his angry cockhead kissing your clit every time he pushed forward.

You whimpered, eyes half closed, watching the faces your simself put on as Javi destroyed her ass.

“Estás bien mojada. ¿Te estuviste tocando mientras jugagas? (You’re so wet. Were you touching yourself while playing?),” his voice hitched in the back of his throat, his mushroom head intruding in your clenching opening.

“Sí. No me pude resistir… Me estabas cogiendo bien duro (Yes, I couldn’t resist… You were fucking me so rough),” you whispered, eyes fully shut and mouth agape, eager for him to impale you from behind.

But instead of doing that, his hips slanted back, your pussy crying, craving him.

“Los ojos en la pantalla, reina (Eyes on the screen, queen),” he retorted, clicking his tongue.

You rapidly obliged.

Wicked > Sex > Anal > Rectal Jackhammer.

Javi snickered behind you, getting the hint.

You felt his hard cock drag along your sticky pussy lips and tapped his glans on your clit a few times, until your knees were trembling with pleasure. Then slid his cock backwards, going past your leaking entrance, until it caught on your rimmed hole.

Slowly he fed his thudding cock into your ass, parting your soft walls as he inched forward. You squirmed and hiccuped, fighting to keep your eyes open and focused on the game whilst the stinging feeling blossomed into something else.

Your sphincter hugged him tight once he was fully seated inside you and Javier grumbled with satisfaction.

Javi pumped out, then back in, testing your resolution. When he was satisfied that you were ready, he grabbed your hair in a fistful and started jackhammering into you—the thrusts hard and unforgiving. Your moans soon followed, the cacophony of your bodies meeting each other filling the room as Javi yanked at your hair, your back arching.

You could feel him in your fucking guts, and that was what made it all even more enjoyable. But what had you tripping over was Javi’s hand going over the swell of your buttocks, down your belly and finding your clit.

“¡Dios, sí, justo ahí! (God, yes, right there!),” you wailed with tears brimming and running down your cheeks, messing up your eyeliner. “¡Más fuerte, Peña! (Harder, Peña!)”

Javi grumbled behind you, fucking into you in a frenzy, like a man possessed by his worst demons.

“Te voy a destrozar el culo, muñeca (I’m gonna destroy your ass, babydoll),” he snarled, rutting into you so hard your knees almost gave way.

You collapsed onto the desk, resting your forehead on the keyboard. Your mind was too fuzzy to focus on the game anymore. Javi was blasting your entrails so hard, he’d wiped out any thought in your brain. You couldn’t think, only feel.

Grabbing your hair one more time and pulling, your face lifted off the keyboard, just in time to see how sim Javi cummed in your simself’s ass.

His fingers rubbed your clit desperately, the coil inside you finally snapping, releasing the tension building inside your body. You came hard, your poor pussy clutching around nothing as your juices leaked through your panties and down your inner thighs. It felt like a motherfucking tsunami had washed over you.

Javi picked up his pace, your ass sheathing him just right, and after one last harsh jerk at your hair, he finally found peace in your puckered, fucked out hole. You felt his warm cum filling you up, sticking to your inner walls and clinging onto them.

A heavy sigh later, Javi let go of your hair and pulled out, spanking your round globe with a sly grin and wiping the sweat off his forehead.

You were still sprawled across the desk, trying to tame your heaving.

“Mira, están cogiendo otra vez. No podemos dejar que nos ganen, reina (Look, they are fucking again. We can’t let them win, queen),” he said, tapping the screen to direct your wavering attention there.

Fuck.

[daydreams-after-dark]

Scientist Chan part 2 of ∞

Read Part 1 here

SMUT WARNING // MDNI ⚠️ scientist!Chan (Chris) x test subject fem!reader (feat. Video call with Minho)

Scientist Chan Masterlist

Scientist Christopher is doing experiments on making pussies come. He has a range of devices that he has been using on his subject each night. In part 1, Chris introduced sexual intercourse into the experiment, which was a success. In this installment, he explores your reaction to various sexual positions, and introduces anal penetration while on a video call with Professor Lee Minho Approx 5 minute read Unhinged level 🤡🤡🤡🤡

CW: master/dom x sub // unprotected vaginal and anal sex // videoing sex // livestream sex to colleague // anal penetration with devices // squirting // faux scientific observations // clitoral stimulation // potential masturbation

“Your pussy takes cock so well no matter what the position.” States Scientist Chris, for the benefit of his voice recorder.

It’s the fourth sexual position he has you in for the night. Starting with missionary on his desk with your legs over his shoulders, then on all fours where his cock seemed to reach even deeper parts of you, followed by you riding him facing him while he laid on the examination bed.

Now he’s got you reverse cowgirl, him sitting on his leather couch, you with a foot planted on the cushions either side of him while he lifts and drops your hips on his cock. You’ve been instructed to hold your vibrator against your clit, and under no circumstances are you allowed to remove it.

“Sir! Can’t…. Can’t take any more… pussy’s sore…” you cry out.

“Shh… I know you can give me one more. There’s… so much cream still leaking out of you.” He pants. “You’re my best test subject, yeah?”

“Mmm hmm… I’m a good girl… I wanna be good.”

“Then one more and I’ll stop.” He pulls you down hard onto his cock, and leans you back so your laying flush against his chest.

“Come for me.” He takes hold of the vibrator and rubs it hard against you while he grinds into your cunt.

You sob as you climax once more. You don’t know this, but one of Chris’ secret goals is to train you to come on demand.

You go limp against him, but he doesn’t let you rest.

“Quick. Up on the examination bed. I must inspect you.” He says, pulling up his trousers and putting his white coat back on.

“Yes. On your back. Open your legs…. Good girl.”

You’re naked, sweaty, still trembling from god knows how many orgasms. You close your eyes, happy to finally rest.

Snap. Snap. Click

You lift your head to see Chris taking photos of your swollen pussy.

“I’m just collecting evidence to show my colleagues.” He states. “Spread your lips for me. That’s it.”

Click. Snap. Click.

“Speaking of colleagues.” He pops his camera down and picks up his phone. “Remember how I told you about Professor Lee Minho?”

You nod.

“He wanted me to video call him and show him what he’ll be working with if he collaborates with me. Can we do that for him?” He asks.

Of course he can. Your Chris’ test subject and you want to help him with any experiment or project.

“Chris. Update me. How did she do tonight?” Professor Lee says through the phone.

“She did well. Her pussy adapted wonderfully to the positions. Although, it became fatigued and overstimulated by the end of it.” Chris gives his update.

“Show me.” Demands the professor, his voice laced with lust.

Chris moves the phone close to your pussy so the professor could see. He sucks in a breath. “Her labia is still engorged. Lovely.” He approves. “Spread her open.”

You use your fingers to spread your lips. “Her lubrication is of a creamy consistency.” The professor notes as Chris focuses on the camera on your hole. “And her clitoris looks agitated. How many orgasms?”

Chan checks his notes. “Six.”

“Is your test subject experienced with anal stimulation?”

Chris chuckles. “Well, friend. My plan was to begin that experiment tonight on our call. If you have time.”

“I’ve nothing on my schedule. It’d be my pleasure to witness this. Plus it’ll give me a good idea of what she can take when I’m visiting.”

Chris puts on his head strap that has a camera attached, and reconfigures his tech so Professor Lee can get a virtual front row seat of what he’s about to do.

He flicks the main lights off, and turns on the bright lamp, directing it on you so your holes are illuminated. Then he brings over a rolled up bag, placing it on his little table next to him, and settles himself on his stool at the end of the bed.

Unrolling the bag, he spreads its contents out carefully. Six anal plugs and vibrators of various sizes, and a bottle of lubrication.

“Let’s get you as comfortable as possible.” He says as he props your legs into straps that hold your knees up and open, essentially folding you in half.

“Fuck! Her little ass… ahem… anus is perfect isn’t it?” Professor Lee observes.

“It is. Ready to begin?” Chris checks in with you.

“Yes, Sir.” You gulp. You’re nervous but terribly excited.

Chris begins by dribbling some lube directly on your hole and onto his index finger. You gasp at the coldness, and then again when his finger presses against you. He uses the palm of one hand to hold you nice and wide while he massages your asshole with the pad of his finger. After a short moment, he reaches over to his little table and selects the smallest vibrating plug.

Neither of the men say a word as he lubricates the device and switches it on.

“Look how she reacts to just the sound of the vibrator.” Observes Professor Lee.

Chris has you so trained up that just the sound of a vibrator has your cunt gushing.

You moan low when it’s placed against your anus.

“Mmm… I think she’s going to like this. Chris. Where did you find such a receptive subject?” Professor Lee muses.

Chris simply chuckles to himself and pushes the tip into your ass, drawing another moan from you.

He slowly stretches you open, building up through his range of plugs, adding lubrication as needed. It feels agonisingly torturous, with his slow and careful ministrations. Your empty cunt clenches around nothing in frustration.

As he withdraws the fourth plug from your ass, the two men watch in awe as it settles back into its natural position.

“It’s a beautiful sight.” Sighs Professor Lee.

“It is.” Chris hums, sliding two fingers into your hole.

“Oh… god… fuck…” you cry as he finger fucks your ass. “Please… please… need to come.” You sob loudly.

“She’s close.” Professor Lee states. “Maybe we should skip the next two devices entirely?”

“Hmm. I feel you may be right.” Chris agrees, pulling his fingers from you and standing up.

“Do it. I need to see.” He says with a strained voice.

You hear Chris unzip his trousers and the squirting of more lube. He pushes his tip of his cock against your opening.

“Relax for me. That’s it… just like that. Let’s show Professor Lee how good you can take cock, yeah?”

The tip slides in with little resistance, but the stretch is much bigger than with the devices.

“Just a little bit at a time, you can take it. Look at you. You’re doing so well.” Chris encourages.

“She looks tight. Is she choking you? Is there much resistance?” Lee demands.

“Fuck. So tight.” He pants and stops still for a moment.

“Please…more… fill me.” You plead. You’re close to having your seventh orgasm of the night.

“She’s extremely aroused, Chris. Note the arousal leaking from her cunt.”

Chris applies more lube to his cock and around your rim. He might like testing your limits, but hurting you might cause you to be less receptive in the future, and that would set his experiments back.

Once he has you well lubricated, he withdraws his cock slightly and then presses himself in until he is three quarters of the way in. He pauses again to let you adjust, and then squeezes in the remainder of his length.

Professor Lee swears under his breath. You sob at how full you feel, your hand clinging to the thin sheet underneath you.

Chris starts to fuck you. Long, languid thrusts. Not too hard. But deep. You reach down to rub your sensitive clit. It’s still swollen from earlier, but you need to touch yourself. The combination of stimulating your clit while Chris fucks your ass has you crying with a desperation you’ve never felt before.

“Look at her taking it in the ass like that! I can’t wait to feel it around my cock.” Lee growls.

“Hear that, babygirl? You gonna let Professor Lee fuck your ass like this when he visits?”

“Y-yes… yes… want him him to have a turn.” You whimper.

“Good. Girl.” He pants and starts to fuck you harder. He grabs one of the unused vibrating plugs and pushes your fingers away so he can apply it to your clit.

You squeeze your eyes tight as you feel yourself about to burst.

“Look at you. Perfect little specimen. Come. Come for your master, little slut.” Professor Lee’s demanding words make you snap and you cry out as you come, squirting all over yourself.

Chris follows, trying his best not to throw his head back so Minho doesn’t miss a second, and coming deep inside your ass.

He stills, catching his breath.

“Female ejaculation. Interesting.” The professor purrs to himself.

Chris eventually pulls out of you and releases your legs, pulls his pants up, then picks up his phone to address the professor. “So Lee. What do you say? Want to work with me on the next phase?”

“Chris. let’s talk about scheduling me in for a visit.”

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Next time, Professor Lee visits… then in another instalment we meet Dr Kim Seungmin.

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Could you possibly make a platonic fic where Heartslabyul meets riddles little sibling (the reader) who is 8 on a 'family comes to school' day but the reader refuses any candies or foods unless their mother says they can eat the food/sweet treat? (Basically the reader is Mrs. Rosehearts perfect child who obeys all the rules and Basically only listens to their mother)

Riddle's little sister

“Stand up straight. Don’t slouch. Don’t wander. And do not eat anything inappropriate.”

Those were your mother’s parting instructions before you even stepped foot in Heartslabyul. Her tone had been tight.

You nodded solemnly. You always did. Because unlike some people, you didn’t bend rules. You didn’t even look at them sideways. That was how Mother raised you. And Mother was never wrong.

So when the gates of Heartslabyul opened wide and a pastel wave of decorations, sweets, and overly enthusiastic teenagers rushed in your direction, you clutched your brother’s sleeve tightly and blinked up at the unfamiliar chaos.

“Oh my sevens,” Cater cooed, already crouching down to your height with a phone in hand. “Riddle, you didn’t tell us your sibling was this adorable. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

You looked at him. You looked at the phone. You looked at Riddle.

“Is he allowed to take my picture?” you asked seriously, brows furrowed.

Riddle opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked vaguely panicked.

“…Only if it’s for school records,” you clarified. “Mother said I shouldn’t have pictures online unless she approves them first.”

Cater’s grin faltered just a bit. “Okaaay, little Rosehearts junior’s got boundaries. Noted.”

Trey stepped in next, kindly as ever, offering you a small tart topped with fresh fruit. “Would you like one? I made these for the families visiting today.”

You stared at the tart. It looked delicious. It smelled delicious.

But you shook your head and took a step back, voice polite but firm.

“I’m not allowed to eat anything unless Mother says I can.”

Riddle made a sound like he was about to die on the spot.

“Y-you can have one,” he insisted. “I’m saying it’s alright.”

You turned toward him.

“But you’re not Mother.”

The other Heartslabyul boys looked so defeated.

“Riddle,” Ace whispered under his breath, snickering, “is that what you sounded like as a kid?”

Riddle snapped, red as a tomato. “Ace if you don't-”

You didn’t react to the teasing. You stood there, back straight, hands folded neatly in front of you like a little noble. Watching. Waiting. Obeying. You weren’t here to cause trouble. You were here because it was proper to support your brother.

Even if he looked like he might evaporate.

Eventually, Deuce tried too. He knelt down, holding out a candy in a crinkly wrapper with a sheepish smile. “I promise this one’s safe. I checked. You really can’t have just one little piece?”

Your tone didn’t waver. “No, thank you. But I’ll take one to bring home if Mother says yes later.”

The candy was returned. Deuce looked mildly defeated.

But then, you did something strange.

You tugged gently on Riddle’s sleeve, leaned close, and whispered something only he could hear.

“I’m proud of you for being Housewarden. Mother says that's a very respectable title.”

Riddle went completely still.

The tension in his shoulders faded just a little. His face softened,not just from surprise, but something warm. A little sad.

“…Thank you,” he said quietly. “That means more than you know.”

You gave him a bright smile.

Then stood straight again.

Because Mother said good posture made good impressions.

English is not my first language !

[uceyliyahh]

Summary; After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3783

Smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso X Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh 💁🏽‍♀️

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@paigereeder @pinkwithhearts @jstarr86

1.

Have you ever thought about running away? And starting somewhere new? Having a fresh start with things, especially having a promising career?

Tiana was doing that, starting somewhere fresh, living with her best friend Bianca in Cali after her messy breakup with Malakai when she saw him cheat on her with someone she knew.

But she wasn't worried about that man. She stood her ground while focusing on her career as a Nail Tech, getting her money's worth so she could have a place of her own.

She did the dumbest thing ever: She got this man tatted on the side of her right ear. Bianca convinced her to cover it with something pretty.

But she didn't know any tattoos around here; only Bianca did. She contacted a tattoo shop near them and scheduled an appointment.

OMNISCIENT

Tiana was finishing up with her last client of the day before shutting down the shop. She had a tattoo appointment afterward, so she wanted to get this done before she was late.

She focused on her clients' nails as she applied the last few bits of gems to their nails while turning on the curing light and placing their hands under the light.

Her phone beeped as she saw Bianca texting her, probably about her appointment at the tattoo shop.

Breezy💁🏽‍♀️: Tianaaaaa wyd girrrl?

Tiana: I'm finishing up my last client before heading to my appointment today.

Tiana: are you sure they're like legit? Bc if I get a fucked up cover-up, I'm going to kill you. 😀

Breezy: yesssss lele they're legit like this man owns the business chile. 😐

Tiana: oh fr?

Breezy: yes T

Tiana: do they have an Instagram page showing their artwork?

Breezy: yeah, I'll send it to you on Instagram.

Tiana: okay, girly, I'll text you later.

Breezy: bye, girl.

She turned off the curing light as her client looked at her nails with a smile on her face; she was satisfied with her results. Her client knew that Tiana was the shit when It came to doing nails.

Tiana instructed her to take a pose with her hands to show off her nails so she could post it on her IG story. She started doing nails when she was sixteen years old. Her mom and stepdad helped her with everything, and she was very grateful for that because look at her now.

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: ouuuuu girl them are honestly cute asf.

sheloveemma replied to your story: BOOK ME NEXT NOW!

ughitsstacy replied to your story: girl, I LOVE THEM! PERIOD!

shelovekai replied to your story: damn, mama, you snapped.

She looked at Malakai's reply to her story as she just rolled her eyes; she could've sworn she had blocked that man she didn't want nun' to do with his toxic ass; her client paid her with an extra tip due to how much she loved the nails as she told her goodbye.

Tiana smiled at the woman as she went to lock the door, getting ready to sanitize everything before her appointment. She was wiping down her equipment and the table with a warm rag, making sure that everything was cleaned and that she wasn't missing any spots.

She checked the time on her Apple Watch, seeing that she had to leave for her appointment to get this nigga name covered up due to the simple fact that she got tired of seeing it every single time she took pictures.

Tiana did one last check around the place, making sure that everything was back to where it was, before grabbing her purse and turning off the lights as she headed back towards her 2017 BMW.

She entered her car by shutting the door behind her, grabbing her keys as she put them in the ignition, and pressing the button to start it up.

She applied lip gloss on her lips and began pulling out the driveway towards the tattoo shop.

✧.*

Tiana pulled up towards the tattoo shop, turning off her car while grabbing her purse. As she entered the place, she looked around the area. She saw the shop's very cultured aesthetic, and the smell of the place seemed so refreshing to her.

She noticed that two other people were sitting at the reception table on their phones. Since it wasn't that busy today, she walked up to them, and they both looked at her.

"Hello, ma'am. I'm Kiara. What can I help you with?" Kiara asked.

"Hi, I'm here for an appointment at 3:50," Tiana said as she pulled out her phone to show them her appointment.

"Ah, you're Miss Tiana?"

She nodded her head yes as she patiently waited while clinging onto her purse.

"And you're here for a cover-up?" She asked.

"Yes, I am." She saw the woman nod her head as she looked up at her.

"Okay, you're set, ma'am. Please have a seat. He will be right with you."

"Thank you," Tiana said as she sat down in the chair.

She was scrolling through her IG, seeing people had liked her story that she had posted an hour ago. Replying to people who responded to her story, she saw a text pop up, so she scrolled down to see who it was. It was Malakai from an unknown number since Tiana blocked him.

Weirdo: mamas, can you unblock me, please? I promise I've changed.

Tiana: Kai you finna get blocked again leave me aloneeee

Weirdo: you know that you're mines forever.

Tiana: tuh in your dreams nigga bye.

Tiana rolled her eyes while proceeding to block his new number. She was thinking, 'nigga probably using WhatsApp or TextNow to get new numbers.' While she was doing that, her eye caught something as she saw a man getting his equipment out.

She tried to make out his features but couldn't due to the door being closed. She would have to wait until she got in that chair, but she went back to scrolling through her Instagram.

Breezy: bestieee are you at your appointment?

Tiana: yeah, I'm here.

Breezy: good cuz Ik your ass would've forgot I'm so glad you're getting that shit covered.

Tiana: yeah, me too tired of seeing that shit.

Breezy: do you like the shop?

Tiana: yeah, I love the aesthetic of it, and it smells good.

Breezy: seee I told you I got'chu girl.

As she was texting away, she pulled her head up and saw the same man standing at the door, waiting patiently for her until Kiara said something to her.

"Excuse me, miss, but you can come in now," Kiara said.

Tiana nodded her head yes, grabbed her purse, and walked past the specimen while sitting on the chair. She placed her bag on the table next to her.

She looked up at the fine specimen, finally making out his features, and boy, was he fine as hell. He was wearing some sweats with a black graphic shirt, and his shoe game was on point. Of course, he had a mullet and ear piercings on both sides of his ears.

His toned muscular body, along with his Tanned skin and salt/pepper beard, it wouldn't be rude to her if she kept eye fucking him while he was getting ready.

"You getting a cover-up?" Josh spoke, breaking the silence.

'Damn, his voice was deep as hell.'

"U-um, yeah, I am around my ear, " she said, noticing that she was stumbling on her words.

It caused him to chuckled a little bit while looking at her face, "You ain't gotta be nervous around me, Princess Ion' bite." She was taken aback for a second. 'Princess?' Well, she hadn't heard that nickname before. Is he always like this with his clients?

Tiana shook off the feeling as he pulled out some designs to show her, to see which one she liked better. She looked at his designs and was amazed at his artwork; it was perfect.

But one design caught her eye. It just looked so beautiful: two butterflies with a cross between them.

"I like this one; it caught my eye," Tiana said as she smiled.

He nodded his head as he took the design that she wanted behind her cover-up.

He pulled the chair towards her and reclined it back a bit so that she could be comfortable. He put on some black gloves while grabbing the tattoo pen.

"Can you turn your head for me, mama? " he asked. She nodded yes and turned her head to the side.

He started working on the cover-up behind her ear. He noticed that a male's name was tatted behind her ear. He had a smug expression on his face.

"So you got a name tattooed on you?"

Not trying to be in her business, but was trying to be in her business.

"Yeah, I got this lame ass nigga tatted on me that I was with for a while until he did some messed up shit, so my bestie decided to hook me up." She said while being still.

"Hm, how long was yall together?" He asked while focusing on the tattoo.

"We were together for like two, almost three years, maybe?"

He smacked his teeth and shook his head in disappointment. " That's a horrible mistake to get someone's name tatted on you. I heard it was bad luck." She wanted to smack him upside the head but couldn't.

"Don't put that on me, sir. I want no back luck," Tiana said as Josh snickered at her.

"It's not funny, you bozo." He rolled his eyes at her while continuing to do his work behind her ear.

They were back into complete silence again, and she kept hearing the needle buzzing in her ear like some type of fly buzzing around her.

She kept thinking about her relationship with Malakai. It became so toxic for her that she couldn't even deal with his ass anymore after she found out he cheated on her.

Tiana felt like she wasn't going to find love again because she was afraid of the outcome, so she kept her guard up around men, especially the ones who tried to holla at her.

"Who's your best friend?" Josh asked her.

"Her name is Bianca. She told me she comes here often, " she replied while continuing to talk on her phone.

"Ohhhh yeah I know her, I did some designs on her not too long ago."

Tiana nodded her head, listening to him talk. His voice seemed to soothe her because it was so deep and raspy, almost making her sleepy, as she yawned a bit while rubbing her eyes.

He took notice of that, "Long day, I'm assuming?"

"Yeah, I'm just hella tired. I'm not going to lie to you." She said.

He just hummed in agreement as he was finishing up her tattoo while turning off his tattoo pen; Jey had sprayed some alcohol on wet paper towel as he wiped behind her ear, causing her to hiss in pain.

Jey snickered at her reaction as she glared at him, throwing his hands up in defense.

"Aye, you wanted this, not me." He said.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. How much do I owe you?" Tiana responded as she pulled her wallet out of her purse.

"It's on me, ma; don't worry about it." She looked up at him with a confused expression, which had her thinking to herself, 'What does he mean about that?' Tiana put her wallet back inside her purse as Jey gave her a mirror to check out her new tattoo.

She turned her head a bit to see it, moving her ear to the side to see its design.

"Omg, this is really bomb as fuck." Tiana said.

"Thank you. I mean, they say I'm the best, better than my cousin, no shade or nun." She snickered at his comment as he reclined her chair upwards while she stood up to fix herself.

"Lemme get a quick pic so I can post it on my story." He said.

Tiana knew she was good with poses, so she turned her head to the side, showing off her cover-up tattoo. Jey took a quick picture of it before putting his phone down.

"Thank you; I appreciate it. I never got your name; my fault," Tiana said while monitoring his face.

"My name is Joshua, but people close to me call me Jey or Josh for short—whatever floats your boat, mama." Jey replied.

"I'm Tiana, by the way."

Jey thought to himself for a second while looking at her features deeply. she was a pretty girl that's fahso, and her personality seemed bubbly almost?'Whoever fumbled her cute ass is so unlucky now I'm finna be all up in that.'

"Tiana, huh? That's a cute name for a pretty girl like you; lemme me get your number, lil' mama," He said bluntly as she rolled her eyes at him while he gave her his phone.

He watched her type her phone number in while she gave him back his phone. They stood there in silence as they looked at each other until her gaze shifted towards her buzzing phone.

He watched her walk out his suite as he kept stealing glances at her ass; he knew that thang was thang in that one piece that she had on.

It was almost like he was fascinated with her in some way when they literally just met each other today; maybe it was her features that got him feeling like this with her.

But he had shaken them thoughts outta his head cleaning his equipment up.

✧.*

TIANA

I finally made it home. I parked my car in the driveway right next to Bianca's, turned off the ignition, grabbed my purse, and closed the car door behind me.

As I was walking in the house, I heard moaning and groaning upstairs, which made me realize that Montez was taking Bianca to Pound Town, which I personally did not want to hear.

I went upstairs towards my bedroom while shutting the door behind me as I took off my shoes throwing them on my shoe rack sighing in relief I really did hate being on my feet especially sitting on my ass too.

I fumbled onto my nice, comfortable bed and hugged the pillows until I felt my phone buzz. I thought it was Kai texting me again from a different number, so I went to see who was texting me.

'An unknown number ofc.'

Unknown number: did you make it home safe, princess?

Tiana: who dis?

Unknown number: Did you forget already? You were just here a couple of hours ago, girl.

I had to think about it for a minute since I tend to forget sometimes. The caller ID wanted to FaceTime me, of course. I hung up quickly because I didn't know who this person was until that person called again.

I rolled my eyes. While answering the FaceTime call, she saw a familiar face. That's when it clicked to her: It was Joshua from the tattoo shop.

FACETIME

Jey: now, do you remember?

Tiana: yeah, yeah boy now what'chu want?

Jey: I just wanted to make sure you drove home safe. That's all, princess.

Him and these damn puppy names was going to be the death of me; never had I experienced being called princess like I'm some princess from England or sum.

I placed my phone down on top of my dresser while unzipping my one-piece. This shit was killing me today felt like I couldn't breathe. As I was doing that, I proceeded to wobble my ass outta the one piece hearing Josh snickering.

Tiana: The fuck is funny nigga?

Jey: you, you is funny as hell wobbling like that shawty.

Tiana: Man fuck you, it was really tight.

Jey: mhm

I just rolled my eyes at him and gave him the middle finger. Finally, I got out of one piece and threw it in the dirt bin next to my bookshelf. 'Yes, I read, yes, I'm a nerd.' I was in my underwear while digging through my drawer for some comfortable clothing.

I felt his gaze through the phone, but I didn't speak on it, not understanding why I was getting comfortable with being half-naked on FaceTime with this man I barely knew.

Jey: damn, mama, you got a dump trunk back there.

Tiana: are you flirting with me right now sir?

Jey: maybe, maybe not. I'm just calling it what it is, princess.

Tiana: call me that again imma

Jey: or what?

I ignored him while getting fully naked in front of him and grabbing my towel that was nearby so that I could cover my body until I headed to the bathroom.

Tiana: I'm going to go shower, so I'm going to hang up now.

Jey: nooo, take me with'chu

Tiana: why so? Can you look at my ass or what?

Jey: nah I just wanted to stay on the phone with'chu.

Tiana: sigh ight then whatever you want dawg.

I took my phone with me to the bathroom. As I sat down on the counter table, making it look up at the ceiling, I heard him smack his teeth.

Jey: aye, yo ass betta get me up from looking at this ceiling.

Tiana: my fault, dawg. Lemme fix that for ya.

He seemed pretty annoyed when I did that, but I found it amusingly funny seeing him annoyed at my actions. Meanwhile, I unraveled my towel from my body as I headed inside the shower.

Jey: what do you do?

Tiana: I own my nail tech shop, so I do people's nails and get good tips.

Jey: Fr shawty? shi imma have to pull up to get a manicure from you.

Tiana: I can definitely send you the address to the place.

Jey: Bet that up fasho

✧.*

After taking a nice long shower, I was downstairs cooking me something to eat for dinner while still being on Facetime with Joshua. He was playing the game with his brothers, hollering and screaming at each other like some dogs. I noticed that Bianca came downstairs and came towards me to see what I was cooking.

"Ouuu girl what'chu cooking?" She asked.

"I'm cooking me some chicken in the air fryer along with some rice. I made extra for you and Montez, so y'all can eat after that session y'all had." I said while letting the rice sit.

"Omg, I love you so much, bestie, but who's that on the phone?"

"Oh, that's Joshua."

Her face looked perplexed for a minute, then it clicked, so she put a smirk on her face as I gave her a stern expression, thinking, 'I know this girl isn't going to try to hook me up with this man.'

"B, no, I'm not doing this with'chu tonight, chile." I said.

"C'monn, lele Joshua is a really cool ass person, bro, and then he'll be the first Samoan man you dated." She commented.

Jey: I know that's right, what's up Bianca!

Tiana: Shut the hell up sir

Jey: No need to be rude lil' mama

Bianca covered her mouth after he called me that. This girl is so dramatic. I swear. After finishing cooking the food, I sat down at the table while setting up my phone, and I began eating while watching Joshua play the game.

It looked like he was playing Call Of Duty. He seemed pretty good at the game, but his attention was now on me as his eyebrows furrowed a bit.

Jey: What'chu eating, pretty girl?

Tiana: I made some chicken and rice.

Jey: you ain't gon' share it?

'tf he mean was I going to share it?'

Tiana: Um, no, I wasn't planning on it. Also, how the hell am I supposed to share this with' chu, sir?

Jey: never heard of pretending?

'ight he don't gotta be smart about it.'

Tiana: I guess I can share with'chu then you look like you've been starving sir so here boy.

He smiled like a cute puppy as I pretended to give him some of my food while he pretended to eat it. It was kind of cute and funny, and we both chuckled at each other while gazing into each other's eyes. For a second, I could read his facial expression well until Bianca said something.

"Aww, y'all two look cute, girl. Honestly, y'all would be the cutest couple." Bianca said as I rolled my eyes at her.

"Girl, please don't start" I said while continuing to eat.

"Don't be denying it now, lele; you two will end up fucking each other sooner or later and then be a happy couple." I almost choked on my food when she said that, especially while I was on the phone with this man.

I could sense him smirking through the phone as he continued to play the game, and I knew he had just heard what she had said. I'm not going to lie. He was fine as hell, but I don't know where his energy is at right now.

After eating dinner, I made sure I washed my plate and put it in the dishwasher before going upstairs to my bedroom, closing the door behind me and yawning.

Jey: you finna go to sleep?

Tiana: yeah, I'm tired

Jey: What'chu doing tomorrow?

Tiana: I have like four clients tomorrow, then after that, I should be free. Why?

Jey: You wanna go out for lunch or sum

'I don't know where he's getting at with this but I like it.'

Tiana: yeah, sure, that sounds good.

Jey: Ight bet I'll see you tomorrow then.

Tiana: Goodnight Josh.

Jey: Night, mamas.

Under Your Touch.

biancabelairwwe, shelovesemma, shelovekai and 58,999 people liked your post.

tianasworld: he fixed me up quick i love it so much. 😍

biancabelairwwe: that's so cuteee I didn't even notice it I'm so happy you got it covered.

shelovesemma: 🫢 you got his name covered?

tianasworld: @ shelovesemma yeah girl I did got tired of seeing it.

shelovekai: wtf tiana 😠

tianasworld: @ shelovekai don't wtf to me nigga you might as well do the same thing. 🙎🏽‍♀️

A/N: welcome to a new storyyyy I honestly wanted to try something different and I got some inspiration from a story I read on tumblr so I hope yall enjoy this one.

Lmk in the comments below ⬇️ love yall.

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Zayne: Within Grasp (Part 4)

Reader x Zayne

Self-aware; ongoing series (Here's the link to chapter one if you haven't started it yet!)

Part 4: Landing a job is easy if you're handsome

"Are you ready for the presentation later?" Your co-worker, Missy, asked.

You sighed and typed in the finishing touches of your powerpoint presentation, adding more designs and layout.

"I do not understand why I have to present this. Can't they wait?" You frowned and stared at your screen. "The last time I checked, I am not in a managerial position."

"Haha!" Missy laughed and gently patted your back. "He's still on leave and the presentation can't be delayed as per the management." She shrugged. "Who knows, you might get the promotion if you pull it off." She winked then went back to her desk.

I honestly just want to go home. I wonder how Zayne is faring with his job hunt... I told him not to push himself too much since he's still adjusting in this world...

"Now eyes up." The gay make up artist instructed Zayne while he applied a thin layer of foundation on his face and he followed as other people tended to his hands, wardrobe, and hair.

Zayne found himself being recruited (on commission basis) by a start up company that needed a model for their product. He mumbled to himself as if memorizing various words or lines.

After his make over, the employees crowded around him.

"Woah... you did well with his make up..." The photographer said while he changed the lens of his camera. Beside him was the videographer who adjusted the angle of the camera.

"I didn't do much to his face, though." The makeup artist said while cleaning up his area. "His face has a good structure... Like it was manually sculpted by god himself!!" He exaggerated.

"Thank you..." Zayne said and nodded.

Around him was a photo studio with complete equipment and he was asked to do various poses while the employees watched in awe. The shutter of the cameras are not new to him, after all, way back in Linkon City, he gets a lot of appearances on TVs, informative videos and the like.

Meanwhile, you started presenting the report from last month. In front of you were your superiors who asked questions on the Return of Investment regarding the marketing strategy you pitched to them and got approved.

"Yes sir, I understand." You smiled. "You see, here, the trend tends to go higher, albeit slow, the sales will definitely exceed if we continue on promoting this way."

"Further, compared to other marketing platforms, the ads on this..."

You continued on answering their queries and presenting the rest of the report. After an hour, they mentioned their expectations for the next quarter and finally let you off.

They better raise my damn salary at this point. I was not supposed to do that.

You took a deep breath and sat on your office chair and sighed loudly.

"I HEARD YOU DID A GOOD JOB!!" Missy happily sat beside you.

"I should. After all, I'm doing all the work our boss should've done." You sighed again. "At this point, I should get his salary too... Scheduling a leave at the start of the month... despicable!" You frowned.

"Haha, I'm sure they're still on a honeymoon phase since he just got married the other week." Missy tried to cheer you up and be a voice of reason. "Anyway, you should email him to remind him about what happened and also ask him to treat you out for an expensive lunch when he gets back."

"Right... I should do that..." You forced a smile and Missy went back to his work station.

After being beaten up with workload, you decided clean your cubicle and go home on time. You opened your phone and checked if there's any messages from Zayne.

Zayne

"What time are you going home tonight?"

Sent by: Zayne

"I'm actually packing up right now."

Sent by: You

"I see"

Sent by: Zayne

"You're going home early too?"

Sent by: You

"I think so, yes. I'll see you at home."

Sent by: Zayne

You heart felt giddy upon sending him a text. It used to be automated chats and scheduled calls and posts from the game but now... It is real. You can't help but smile and be excited to get home to see him.

Ding!!

The elevator rang and you made your way inside it and upon reaching the ground floor, you noticed an unusual amount of murmurs and gossips around you.

"Oh wow I think he's a model!" A woman said to her friend while looking at the reception table.

"You should've asked for his photo..." The other replied.

Curious, you looked at the direction where people were staring and saw Zayne talking to the receptionist. Your heart skipped a beat while looking at him. The man who once was out of your reach is actually here with you now, breathing and alive.

You slowly approached him and you can't help but noticed that he looks more handsome than usual!

"Zayne! What are you doing here?" You asked. He glanced at you for a bit then looked back at the reception. "It looks like she's here now. Thank you."

He finally looked at you again and smiled. "I was hoping to surprise you today. He held his hand out to you, gesturing to hand him your bag.

"Oh! Well, you have surprised me, doctor Zayne." You casually replied to hide the fact that your heart is pounding since the moment you saw him earlier and handed him you bag.

He gently hung it on his shoulder and with his free hand, opened his palm and you held his hand.

"Did something happen? You look more handsome than usual... and your hair... it's pushed back..." You asked while looking up at him as the two of you walked along the city streets.

The sky slowly became darker, indicating night time, and the streetlights were lit. Suddenly, you noticed that his face was more... happy than you usually see in game.

He looks happier for some reason... did he land a good job today?

"Let's just say that I made a bit of money on commission today." He replied.

"On commission?" You tilted your head. "I see. Commission-based jobs usually do not require or need identification, just your output."

He nodded.

"Your make up looks good on you." You grinned. "Did you land a modelling job

"Yes." He smiled. "They were nice people too. I told them I didn't have much money but they still took care of me, even fed me before we did the shooting."

That's nice... At least his first employer is a good person.

"I'm happy for you, Zayne. That's great." You childishly smiled and he gazed at you.

You're always happy for other people... You never changed in every universe.

He thought and squeezed your hand.

"Thank you." He replied. "Do you want to eat outside or at home? I'll cook for you." He asked and you shook your head.

"Let's just eat at home. I'll cook for you to celebrate your first salary!" You happily said.

"Shouldn't we spend my first salary for the celebration?" He chuckled.

"No! You should save that first so you could land a job with stable income! Then your first salary from your stable income work would be our celebration funds." You explained and hugged his arm.

"I see. Alright, let's go home."

Once you reached home, you rushed to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients for tonight's celebration while Zayne placed your bag in your room then washed his face. After, he joined you in the kitchen and helped you in cooking. You had him wear a frilly pink apron while you wore an apron with duck prints. You giggled while tying the ribbon behind Zayne's apron and he let you.

After cooking dumplings, fried chicken, stir-fry beef, and rice, he placed down the dishes on the table then you two started eating.

"What kind of product did you promote anyway?" You asked while munching on the fried chicken.

Oohhhh this is good!!

"Its a secret. I signed a contract." He replied.

"Oh. I see. It must be something top secret or something." You giggled.

You then talked about your day and he listened intently. Nodding when you said you felt happy about today's reports and how you handled the question from your superiors.

"You did well." He replied and patted your head. "I'm proud of you."

He said those words gently and it brought you comfort. After a week of stress from the corporate pressure, you felt at ease while you were with him.

A week after, you sat on the couch and opened the television to watch the news. Zayne was still out job hunting so you decided to just stay at home and maybe catch up with what was happening in the world.

Commercial came up and you noticed that it was a commercial that you've never seen before.

Oh? A new commercial?

You thought as you watched. It was a story of a salary man who's been going to work everyday --

WAIT???!! IS THAT?? IS THAT ZAYNE!??!?!

Your eyes widened as you saw him in the commercial. Continuing, it was about a salary man who's been going to work everyday. He found a feral stray cat who's been living under his porch. Everyday, he places cat food for it until the stray cat became familiar with him, enough for him to give it cat treats. Eventually, he adopted the cat and the cat became healthy and fat.

Eventually, the cat went blind and Zayne became older but the cat, even though he was blind, he could still smell the trusty cat food Zayne's been feeding it ever since.

It was a cat food commercial.

You found yourself tearing up with how the commercial narrated the relationship between an owner and a pet.

Zayne suddenly arrived home, finding you in tears after you watched the commercial he starred in.

"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME IT WAS A HEARTFELT COMMERCIAL!! I THOUGHT THEY JUST TOOK PHOTOS HUHU" You wiped your tears with a towel.

"Oh, did they broadcast it already? It was a nice commercial. The cat was friendly too." Zayne smiled then showed you a plastic bag with take out food. "Let's eat."

<< Chapter 3: Piled up unspoken feelings

>> Chapter 5: How much did it cost him? Probably his life savings

[sofoklesk]

The Amity of Amity Park Server

For your prompt @ave-aria I decided to rewrite the Boxed Up Fury in a chat-like format

Read also on AO3

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CONNECTING…

CONNECTING…

CONNECTION ESTABLISHED

WELCOME TO THE AMITY OF AMITY PARK SERVER

RUN BY TF

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@/Kwan-tum started a new thread in #comunity-events

Kwan-tum

Guys there are free sandwiches being handed out at the east park

DashingThruMyEnemies

What!? Omw save me some bro

BALANCEYOURLUNCH 🍖🥩🍪🍏🥬

But there were no scheduled food-involving events!!! 😮😮

I need to approve of the sandwich composition!! 🥪

Do NOT eat them before I can check if they are healthy for you!! 🙁

DashingThruMyEnemies

(user send a video)

(video ID: a young man in a white-red jacket munching on a sandwich with a pleased look on his face)

BALANCEYOURLUNCH 🍖🥩🍪🍏🥬

HOW DARE YOU NOT RESPECT MY DIETARY INSTRUCTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’M COMING TO GET YOU UNDISCIPLINED BRAT!!!!😡

pharaoh (¬ ₃ ͡¬)

did you have to, Dash.

did you really have to.

friendly-neighborhood-ghost-boi

You did this to yourself, I’m not dealing with it

DashingThruMyEnemies

WHAT!! No! please Phantom don’t leave me with her

She’ll eat me aliveisjfeusdhf

Kwan-tum

(user send a video)

(video ID: shaky footage shows the underside of a table, red tablecloth draping almost to the ground and hiding the person recording.

Screams can be heard in the background, accompanied by a voice shouting about healthy meals and respect.

Camera lowers below the tablecloth and we can see a figure in a white-red jacket sprinting away across the park, chased by a monstrous meaty creature.)

The thing is she approved the sandwiches first

And then started chasing Dash

You really won’t help him @/friendly-neighborhood-ghost-boi ?

friendly-neighborhood-ghost-boi

No.

GothRepublic

Honestly, he had it coming.

Also how did the lunch lady get access to the chat again @/pharaoh (¬ ₃ ͡¬) ?

pharaoh (¬ ₃ ͡¬)

ghhhhh on it…

TheRealWes

who was handing out the sandwiches again?

DashingThruMyEnemies

Who cares! Come help me!! Please!!!

friendly-neighborhood-ghost-boi

Still no.

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@/Pauli-the-queen started a new thread in #comunity-events

Pauli-the-queen

Hi y’all! I’m at the mall right now and guess what 💅

I got these amazing shoes! 👠👠

(user sent a photo)

There is this lovely shoe salesman is giving out free samples!

Star 🌟

Really? For free?

Pauli-the-queen

I found it hard to believe too, but yes

MadelineFenton

Yes, I got a pair as well😊

They pinch a little bit but who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth?

ParadiseLost

Do they happen to have some for men as well?

Pauli-the-queen

Don’t know, maybe? I was mostly in the high heel section. 💅

MadelineFenton

They do Mr. Lancer, I got a pair for my husband as well.

Jazz-and-Swing

What about me and Danny? Did you get some for us too?

MadelineFenton

There was a ghost attack sweetie, I couldn’t stay for too long.

Jazz-and-Swing

Typical.

danny-boi

can you please not do this in a public server

Pamela-Manson

@/Pauli-the-queen sweetie do you know if they have some D’orsay flats?

Pauli-the-queen

Yes, they do

In black, red and blue 🩷

Pamela-Manson

Thank you ❤️

TheRealWes

why are there people randomly giving out free stuff today?

who was that salesman @/Pauli-the-queen ?

hello???

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texting in #casper-high-chat

x_DALE_x

@/Kwan-tum @/DashingThruMyEnemies where the hell are you!?

I’m still waiting for your asses to show up for the practice.

Kwan-tum

We uh

Might come a little late

We are on the other side of the town right now

x_DALE_x

what?!?

DashingThruMyEnemies

Cut us some slack Dale

I almost got killed by a meaty ghost monster

Also consider my laps run

x_DALE_x

how long till you loosers get here??

Kwan-tum

We are in the east park right now

Hold on

Oh hell

x_DALE_x

what is it??

DashingThruMyEnemies

SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT

AGAIN

(user sent a video)

(“Guyyyys! Report to ghost watch! We are too busy running away!”

Shaky footage is telling of chaos around the boys. The colors seem a bit off in the background, as it is customary for recorded footage taken during a ghost attack. For a while nothing much can be seen, as the poor quality video is shaking too much.

The duo reaches a tree and takes cover.

“Is that Boxy?” Kwan can be partially seen over Dash’s shoulder, confusion evident on his face.

The camera turns over the panicking crowd of park-goers and zooms in on a glitchy figure floating in the air monologuing about something.

Bats are flying everywhere, and a strange box the suspiciously discolored ghost is holding started spewing snakes and frogs.

“Why is he so red?” he continues off-screen, “And how did he get so many animals crammed inside of that thing?”

“That’s what you’re worried about!?” responds his friend, “We need to get out of here!”

The ghost in the video strikes a dramatic pose and yells loud enough for the camera to pick up, “I’m the sherif around here, and now it’s time to meet my deputy – of death!”

Suddenly, a massive ten-headed hydra/dragon comes out of the box he is holding and starts wreaking havoc at scale. Screams of terror can be heard from all directions as the video feed glitches and starts shaking again, cutting out soon after.)

x_DALE_x

SHIT

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texting in #ghost-watch

x_DALE_x

(user forwarded a video)

GHOST DRAGON IN EAST PARK

Along a shit ton of ghost animals

And Boxy?

GothRepublic

Phantom and the Fentons are working on it

Anyone who can PLEASE VACATE THE AREA

Also @/x_DALE_x it’s a hydra, not a dragon.

Am I seriously the only person who knows something about mythology around here??

Pamela-Manson

Sammikins, I do not think such a distinction is important, they are all just mindless monsters!

And I hope you are keeping out of the fights, do NOT forget our deal sweetheart. ❤️

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texting in #local-news

Studio4Offcial

@/lance-thunder-the-best-weatherman🌩️ have you seen what’s happening in #ghost-watch ? People are counting on us to report what’s happening.

lance-thunder-the-best-weatherman🌩️

I am a weatherman!!!

I will not report on ghost activity again!!!

Studio4Offcial

Get. Out. There.

Larry will await your arrival at the north gate with a camera ready. Remember that your paycheck is counting on you as well.

lance-thunder-the-best-weatherman🌩️

!!...!

Fine.

(user shared a livestream link)

(The livestream starts with an animated Studio 4 News logo that fades away to reveal a blonde man in a suit standing in the ghost infested East Park, with a giant green hydra chasing screaming people clearly visible in the background.

“Things are out of control in Amity Park!

Snakes, frogs, bats and one ten-headed monster are wreaking havoc and overseeing it all appears to be a ghost with inferiority complex who just wants attention!

Well, he certainly got mine! This is Lance Thunder repo-,” his voice was drowned out by an explosive ectoblast that missed his head literally by a hair.

He appeared too stunned to move for a second but once the fact that he nearly died again caught up to him he started to scream and ran off picture.

Whoever was holding the camera did their job, however, and turned to show the poor guy banging at the Studio 4 doors, begging to finally let him in.

The stream ended shortly after.)

BobTheCitizen

I LOVE YOU LANCE

Nicky-1stThunderfan

Great reporting as always!! ❤️

Thank u sm for keeping us informed!☺️😙

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@/GregorHU started a new thread in #phanclub(run-by-Pauli)

GregorHU

Phanton just saved my life!

I thought I was done for when that dragon started breathing fire

But then he came! And froze its breath!

I managed to get away thanks to him, he shall forever be my hero

Pauli-the-queen

Finally you get it!

Phantom is amazing in everything he does, of course he is a hero!

Can you still see him?

GregorHU

Yes, he just made a protective dome of some sort

I think that is Foley and Manson under it

Pauli-the-queen

You mean SAM?!

Why does SHE get to be saved by the ghost boy and not me?😑😠

This is so unfair!!

Actually, @/Pamela-Manson isn’t that your daughter in danger? 😮😮😮

Pamela-Manson

Thank you for bringing this to my attention Pauli, she will be in a world of trouble when she gets home. 😤

Pauli-the-queen

Of course, I worry greatly about my friends 😢

GothRepublic

I WILL kill you, Paulina. Slowly. And painfully.

Pamela-Manson

SAM!

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texting in #ghost-watch

TheRealWes

(user sent a video)

(High quality video, apparently taken with a telescopic lens and with minimal picture shake. The person recording is at an elevated position, presumably on a roof and we can see Danny Phantom floating through the air, leading a ghost four times his size towards the town centre.

It is not one of the regular specters, but rather a four-armed lady dressed in ancient Greek chiton and fully armed. Even through the lens she emanates power and authority.

When they reach the Box ghost in the center of all the chaos they seem to have a short conversation with him, but he must have said something to anger the lady because when she yelled him down the camera picked it up despite the great distance.

“Your box? YOUR BOX? THAT IS MY BOX!”

Though ghost fights are notoriously hard to capture on camera, the person recording obviously knew what they were doing, and delivered the short yet violent showdown in top sports programme quality.

“You command NOTHING, and you do NOT STEAL FROM ME!”

The Greek woman then took the box from the beaten-up Boxy and somehow sucked all the invading creatures (including the hydra) back inside.

She patted the ghost boy's head in a gesture of praise and proceeded to grab the box ghost by the ear.

Once she turned to leave the video cut to black.)

Star 🌟

Why do you have such good camera? Do you spy on people with it?

danny-boi

He does!

I caught him once looking into my windows with it! :/

I’ve been leaving my blinds closed ever since.

Star 🌟

That is so not cool Weston!

TheRealWes

W

WHAt

IS THis what

…

Just you wait Phantom.

Just.

You wait.

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The next day

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@/Ishiyama started a thread in #help-a-neighbor

Ishiyama

Can anyone with plumbing expertise please come to Casper High today or tomorrow? Some of the snakes from the invasion yesterday got stuck in the pipes.

BobTheCitizen

On it 👍

[lukin08]

Up In The Air Chapter 10

Kristanna Modern AU

Rated T

WC 3048

Summary: Tired of her nomad lifestyle, traveling nurse Anna Arendelle on a whim picks Pensacola Florida as her new town to try find a sense of home. Meanwhile, Navy Pilot Kristoff Bjorgman has accepted a dream position at the Naval station in the same town. After a chance encounter goes south, the two of them find their lives entwined, with neither of them all that happy about it!

Also Available on AO3

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Kristoff walked up to Sven’s desk in the middle of the shared officer’s area. As per standard Navy protocol, only officers with Kristoff’s rank and above received a private office.  It didn’t seem to bother Sven that he wasn’t afforded as much privacy. 

“Did you get the landing details for the next show?”

“Yes.  Including aerial photos of the airport and the forecast.  We should expect a clear ceiling through 40K feet this weekend.”

“Great.  Email those over to me this afternoon.”

The corner of Sven’s mouth had already hitched up before he even spoke. “Yes, sir.”

Kristoff found it amusing how Sven would address him completely seriously when they were within earshot of anyone but have a big shit eating grin on his face when he knew no one could see him.  Sven would have to try harder if he thought that he would get Kristoff to break out into any sort of a grin back.

“Ready to grab lunch?” Kristoff asked, making a point to change the subject.

“Am I ever.  Officers club or off base?”

“Officers club today.  I need to get back.”

“Same.  I have a meeting with XO at 13 hundred hours to go over an operations update.”

Kristoff nodded but kept quiet.  He knew what the meeting was really for.  The boards had finally come back with their approvals for promotions and Sven was on the list.  Shastasy had informed Kristoff that morning before their practice flights.  And while Kristoff was dying inside to be able to tell Sven the good news, he wouldn’t crack until after Sven received the news.

It was about time Sven was recognized for his work.  He knew Sven had been down about it even with all the work he had put into it.  His daredevil antics held him back his first year of eligibility, but he had heeded Kristoff’s advice and put his nose to the grindstone, becoming stellar in his position.  That was evident or the Blue Angels would never have selected him.  Now Sven was only two hours away from finding out about his promotion.

Kristoff was going to miss making Sven address him as his superior, but he was more than thrilled to see his friend get the recognition he deserved.

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Getting through security was easier than Anna envisioned.  While she had been on base before, this was the first time she was in an area not open to the public.  She had imagined wildly different scenarios when she was at the gate, more than one including an interrogation that made her crack and tell everything she had ever done wrong in her life.  Instead, she got a long intimidating stare from the guard at the gate as he checked her id.  One visitor’s pass later with strict instructions on the path to follow and Anna was on her way.

Nicole was right where she said she’d be, giving her big smile as Anna walked over to her.  She quickly grabbed Anna’s arm and led her to the stands.  The ceremony was open to the public, but they were in a reserved area for families and honored guests.  Anna looked around, noticing the large amounts of veterans they were seated with.  She could tell already how different everyone’s mood was from what she guessed a typical show was like.

"Thanks for inviting me,” Anna said in between one of the speeches. “I’ve never been to anything like this for Memorial Day.  It’s more subdued than I expected."

Nicole gave Anna a small smile.  "I’m glad you’re here.  I hate coming to this one alone. And you’re right about the ceremony being subdued.  So many people forget it isn’t just a day for cookouts and the start of summer. It’s a day to remember."

Anna looked past the podium to the empty blue jets framed in the background.  They were massive. She was in awe at the power they must hold and what a thrill it must be to fly one.  After scanning the planes, she realized Sven and Kristoff were nowhere in sight.  

"Where’s Sven and Captain America?" Anna asked Nicole.

"They’ll be out last.  They’ll come out from the hangar to the left of us and walk out as a unit, salute then get into the jets.”  Without missing a beat, Nicole asked, “And when did you start calling Kristoff that?"

"When he started acting morally superior, so pretty much from the start."

Nicole had to stifle a laugh. "You’re horrible. Are things at all better between you two?”

“We’re managing to keep it civil.”

“Do you ever think maybe all the tension between you and Kristoff stems from something?”

“No?” Anna gave Nicole a quizzical look.  “What are you trying to get at?”

“Nothing,” Nicole responded breezily.  “I was just thinking maybe it has something to do with unresolved feelings from when you initially met?”

"HA HA...that man can’t stand me."

"I don’t know if I would put money on that."

"Whatever…” Before Nicole had a chance to respond, Anna made sure to shut down the conversation. “Oh look, the next speaker is coming up.”

The speeches wrapped up quickly after that.  Anna was looking around for what was next when a hush came over the crowd.  She followed the looks to her left.

The first group of Blue Angel personnel ran quickly over to the planes and started going over what seemed to be a checklist- setting the ladders, raising the canopies of the jets, a service person gracefully hopping into each jet.  It all looked like a choreographed dance until they finished, all lining up along guidelines of the tarmac in from of the jets.  

The pilots came out from the hangar in perfect formation, six of them in lock step in a perfect line.  The precision blew Anna away.  The uniforms they had on weren’t bad either. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t keep her eyes off Kristoff in the tight blue flight suit. They walked in front of the stands and before turning towards the jets.

Nicole leaned in and whispered so only Anna could hear.  “I think you lost your jaw on the floor over there.”

Anna quickly clamped her mouth shut, not willing to look at Nicole and the smirk that was most definitely on her face.

Nicole didn’t relent. “They’re all custom tailored to each pilot.  Tight in all the right places.”

Anna refused to respond, but the blush on her face already gave too much away.

After a shortened show, the jets made one last pass, with one of the planes missing from the formation to symbolize the fallen pilots. The seriousness of the day struck Anna, and a question popped up in her head.  At first, she was hesitant to ask, but she knew it would gnaw at her if she didn’t ask.

“Hey Nicole.  Please don’t answer this if you don’t want to talk about it, but do they know anyone who died in service?"

Nicole was watching out as the jets started to land one by one.  There was a pause before she answered. "Sven doesn’t but Kris does...his navigator and weapons specialist. It was awful. It took Kris a long time to move on. He’ll deny it but I know it’s one of the reasons he keeps his guard up with y-...well, anyone. His navigator left a young wife, pregnant with their first baby."

"What happened to her?"

"She moved as far away from the military life as she could. She had a little boy, Josh, named after his dad. She’s doing much better now; she found a great guy and is remarried. Kristoff visits them a few times a year.  I was hoping they’d come out to the show in July.  Josh is all about planes, but I don’t think his mom is up for it.”

Anna could sense that Nicole wasn’t going to offer up any more information, nor was she going to probe further.  She understood.  It was Kristoff’s story and Anna didn’t have a right to know it without it coming from him.

The ceremony concluded with the pilots laying a wreath at the base of the unmanned jet.  Anna watched Kristoff as he stood at attention during the 21-gun salute. She was close enough that she could see the distress in Kristoff's face.  

After the ceremony, when Kristoff and Sven were done greeting the guests, Nicole led Anna over to where they were on the tarmac.  As soon as Sven noticed them walking over, his face brightened.

“Hey, Darlin.” Sven kissed Nicole when she came over to him.  “How are you feeling?  Need anything?”

“I’m feeling great, sweetie.  I have my water and Anna has been on me to remember to drink it.”

Sven pulled Anna into a big hug.  “I’m so happy you were able to make it!”

“I’ve never been to a ceremony like this.  It was so moving.”

“One of these days, we need to get you out to a real show.  This really means a lot you were able to come out, doesn’t it, Kris.”

Anna looked over at Kristoff, unable to keep her eyes from roaming over his flight suit.  Kristoff finished hugging Nicole.  He gave them a quick nod, the look of indifference set on his face quickly morphing to amusement as he made eye contact with Anna.

“I’ll take that as a yes, Captain America,” Anna said, trying to ignore the fact Kristoff had caught her ogling him.  “Didn’t they teach you manners in flight school, fly boy?”

A grin overtook Kristoff.  “Yes, MA’AM they did.  And it’s Lieutenant Commander to you Firecracker, not captain.”

“Ugh, don’t call me that.”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

Anna tried to hide her shock, but she could feel how hot her face was that was surely giving her away.  She wanted to be angry with him and fire a quip back, but she found herself more taken off guard from his words than anything.

Nicole hit Kristoff in the arm with the back of her hand.  “Hey! Nic, that hurt!”

“Good.  Maybe it will smack some sense into you.”

“Doubtful,” Sven added

They stood there talking for a few minutes with Kristoff and Anna both stealing glances at the other. She couldn’t stop herself, trying to figure out Kristoff.  He infuriated her to no end, yet there was something that still intrigued her about him.  Anna caught Sven watching them with a perplexed look on his face.  She didn’t even want to imagine what he was thinking about and focused instead on how to make a quick exit back to her car before Kristoff said anything else ridiculous to her.

A military police officer walked up to the group.  “Sorry folks, only one guest per officer at this point. We’re clearing the area.”

Anna saw that as her way out.  She was about to say she should get going, but Kristoff spoke first.

“She’s with me.”

“Yes sir, lieutenant commander. Just make sure your guest stays with you at all times. And as a reminder, escort them to the guest exit when they are ready to leave. We have 30 minutes before we are moving the jets to the hangers. All civilians must leave prior to that.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Anna said to Kristoff quickly.  “I mean it was nice, but not necessary.  In fact, I can go.  I don’t want to be in the way.”

Kristoff just looked at Anna for a second before saying anything. “It’s not a problem.  Just let me know when you want to go.”

“Oh. Well then.  Thanks.”

“Sure.”

Anna couldn’t tell if Kristoff was being serious or if he had another jab waiting to make, but the small smile on his face seemed genuine.  It was over in a second when he looked up beyond her and stiffened.  She turned behind her and saw a military personnel walking over with a camera and offering to take their pictures.  

“What do you say, Nikki?” Sven said, jerking his head towards the jets. “First family photo in front of the jet?” 

Nicole's face lit up with pure excitement.  “That’s a great idea!”

Kristoff and Anna watched Sven and Nicole walk towards his plane with the photographer. Anna glanced over at Kristoff as he stood there looking out to the planes, hands behind his back.  The silence was killing her.

“I’m sorry about that.” Kristoff said after a minute, breaking the awkward silence.

“About what?”

“You know.”  He cleared his throat.  “What I said in front of Sven and Nic.”

“Oh that,” Anna said flatly, not giving Kristoff any room to escape.

“It was funny in my head and I wanted to pull it back as soon as the words came out of my mouth.  I shouldn’t have said that in front of anyone.  I mean, probably not at all…” He stopped himself, paused and spoke again.  “I shouldn’t have said it. I’m sorry.”

Anna looked up at Kristoff.  His gaze never left the jets, but he looked uncomfortable.  Anna was taken aback that what he had said was bothering him so much.  She decided to let him squirm for a minute before letting him off the hook.

“It’s ok.  Consider it forgotten.”

She saw him nod then go back to his stare.

“Want to see the plane?”  

Kristoff’s question threw Anna. It was the last thing she was expecting to hear from him.  “Me?  You want to show me?”

“Sure?  There aren’t that many people that get to be that close to them. I thought maybe you’d like to-“

“Yes!  I mean...” Anna caught herself and tried to level her excitement.  “That would be nice,” she said as cooly as possible.

He led her over to his jet.  On the side in large yellow scrolled lettering under the window she could read ‘LtCdr Kristoff Bjorgman’

“Look, they have your name wrong. Where’s the captain?” Anna teased with a smirk as she pointed to the lettering.

“That’s a few promotions and a lot more years before I could ever get that rank.”

“Oh, so you’re actually a downgrade from captain?”

Anna saw from the side of her vision Kristoff break into a large grin. “That’s it. Your name is getting downgraded back to Firecracker.”

“I’m heartbroken.”

Anna took a moment to really take in the jet. The sheer power of it was impressive and it wasn’t even running.

“So... what type of plane is this?” she asked, as she scanned over all the details.

“A FA-18 Super Hornet,” Kristoff responded, looking up at the jet with her.

“Did you fly it before you came to the Blue Angels?”

“I have been flying a F-35 mostly for the last few years. It's newer, faster. But I have flown these.  You see the hornet on a lot on the carriers.”

“Ok, that is a little sexy.  How fast does it go?”

“700 miles per hour.”

“Wow!  That must be some rush!”

“You have no idea.”

“Better than sex?”

Anna’s face flashed red. Damn her mouth was always moving faster than her brain.  She chanced a glance at Kristoff and saw the red in his face reaching all the way down his neck.  Part of her felt vindicated she was able to get him back from his earlier remark.  The other part of her found his reaction endearing.

Kristoff looked down at the ground. “...uhhh. It’s not really something you can compare...I guess.”

Anna wasn’t going to let him off hook this time as easily.  "Ohhhh...has it been that long that you can’t remember?"

“...what?”  Kristoff’s head snapped up and he scowled at Anna.  “No!  No, I uh.  I can make the comparison just fine.”

“Whatever you say,” Anna said with a teasing tone.

“What I MEANT to say is... it’s... it’s so different. Being up in the plane like that. It’s so freeing.” He walked closer to the jet, looking up at it and placing his hand on a rung of the ladder.

The look on Kristoff’s face was inspiring.  Anna could see how much he loved what he did.  She marveled at the jet a little longer.  “It’s a shame that this beautiful plane is only used for shows.”

“It’s not. These jets are all combat certified. It only takes 72 hours to have them combat ready and aircraft carrier ready.”

“So, then they are a little bit like their pilots. Not just a pretty face. There is some substance there.”

Kristoff stared at Anna.  He was leaning against the plane, his hand still on the step of the ladder, looking like he was trying to work out something to say. Anna couldn’t do anything but stare back.

“How about a picture?”

Both Anna and Kristoff jumped.  When they looked, the photographer was standing in front of them.

“Oh!  Ah, that’s not really necessary-”

“Sure,” Kristoff interrupted. He leaned down to Anna as the photographer adjusted his camera.  “It’s easier just to smile and he’ll leave a lot quicker.”

Kristoff stayed in his spot, holding onto the ladder. The photographer made Anna move closer.  She tried to shuffle only a few inches, but the photographer kept waving her to move more until she was in front of Kristoff before he started taking the picture.   

“Alright one more. Get a little closer this time you too lovebirds. Make it a nice one that you can show your grandkids!”

Anna was about to insist that that wasn’t necessary, but she heard Kristoff let out a loud sigh and put his arm around her.  She felt herself leaning closer and tried not to think about how good he felt or the muscles just under his flight suit.

“Perfect!”  The photographer called out. “You’ll love that one!”

Anna practically jumped away as soon as the photographer left.  She whipped back at Kristoff. “What was that about?!”

“I told you it’s easier to just take the picture than to take the time to explain why you don’t need it.”

“That’s it?” She asked, throwing her hands out then back down at her side.

“Yeah, what else would it be?” His head was tilted slightly as he squinted his eyes at her.

“Nothing.” Anna quickly shook her head.  “I’m ready to go now.”

Kristoff looked surprised. “Are you sure you don’t want to wait for Nic?”

“No,” Anna said quickly.  “I’d like to go.  Now.” She started walking away from the jet towards the stands.

“Fine.” Kristoff rolled his eyes. “It’s this way.”

He was moving so fast that Anna could only follow his back the whole way to the exit.  

***********

Kristoff was almost finished changing when Sven rolled into the locker room.  Sven took one look at him and shook his head.  "You’re a fucking idiot, Bjorgman.  You know that, right?”

Kristoff looked over at Sven and then back to his locker.  “What are you talking about?”

Sven sat down on the bench.  “Nicky has this theory.  I didn’t believe her at first.  But now…now I think she’s on to something.”

"Can we not talk about this right now?" Kristoff huffed, staring into his locker.

"I think we should.” Sven pointed his finger at Kristoff. “You still have a thing for Red, don’t you?"

“No.” Kristoff started throwing his stuff into his bag as quickly as possible.  

“Would it be that bad if you admitted it?”

Kristoff glanced at Sven then focused back at his stuff.  He grabbed his bag and slammed the locker closed. “Nothing to admit.”

“Kris, come on.”

Kristoff hauled his bag over his shoulder and moved out from around the bench to make a quick exit. He knew Sven wouldn’t let this drop, but he wasn’t going to give him a chance to prod any further. “This conversation is over,” he said walking towards the exit before Sven could get another word in.

[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

part 41 | part 42 | part 43 | part 44 | part 45 | part 46 | part 47 | part 48

Olivia was on the couch rocking Marcel in her arms. She narrowed her eyes. “Okay I think he’s out.” She looked up at the boys. “Pop quiz: what are your jobs tomorrow?”

“Olivia, we—“

“I take the car seat down and get it set up in Robaire’s backseat.” Sean cut Robaire off. “Then I come back and make sure me and Danny are ready to go while Robaire—“

“Shhh, that’s good Sean. I don’t want you giving him the answers.” Olivia stopped him. “What’s your job, hotshot?”

Robaire sighed. “Help the baby wash up and get him dressed.”

“And?” Olivia pressed.

“And don’t feed him because Jesse said he gets carsick.” Robaire hung his head in shame. “I got it this time.”

“Good.” Olivia nodded. She looked at Danny with a smug grin. “And you, Daniel?”

Danny blushed and crossed his arms. “I put the to-go bag together and then wait for Sean’s instructions.”

“Yes, that’s right.” Olivia nodded in approval. “If you guys just follow my instructions tomorrow morning, you should make it there no problem.” She paused. “But Seanie, do inspect the bag after it’s packed. You can never be too safe.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Sean saluted her.

Robaire rolled his eyes and then checked his buzzing phone. “Livvy, your ride is here. He’s coming up to get you.”

“Oh then I should go to the bathroom before I go.” Olivia got up. “Sean, you’re my star pupil tonight. You take the baby.”

Sean’s eyes sparkled as Olivia passed Marcel off to him. “Did you hear that, guys?” He looked between Robaire and Danny. “I’m the star pupil!”

“Dude, did you even hear what Robaire said?” Danny grabbed his brother’s arm. “Captain Know-It-All’s ride is here. What if it’s Aaron Z coming to pick her up?” He grinned widely.

“Oh my god…oh my god, oh my god!” Sean started jumping around.

“SEAN!” Robaire yelled quietly.

“Oh right, right,” He stopped jumping.

“Maybe I should take the baby.” Robaire carefully grabbed Marcel. “Z did say he was coming up to get her and I don’t need you dropping the child after we finally made it to bedtime.”

“It is Aaron Z! It is, we’re gonna meet him personally!” Danny squealed as he and Sean jumped up and down excitedly.

Robaire rolled his eyes again. “I’m taking him to bed. Just check the peephole before you open the door.” He said before leaving the room.

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door.

“Okay let’s stay calm.” Sean said. “We’ve met superstars before. We don’t even pass out when we see Robaire anymore.”

“Yeah, we got this.” Danny agreed. “Just play it cool.”

Sean went over to the door, deliberately ignored checking the peeophole, and opened it.

“Heyo.” Taeyoung waved. “I’m Na Taeyoung of 4☆TOWN. I’m here to pick up Livvy.”

Sean’s jaw dropped. “Y-You…you’re—“

“MOVE!” Danny shoved his brother out of the way. “Ohmygod Taeyoung I’m such a huge fan of yours. I have all of your merch and your poster over my bed, I hope that’s not weird now that I’m meeting you for real life but I’m just so stunned that you’re—you’re like…wow! You’re really you.”

Taeyoung smiled brightly. “Yeah I remember you. You’re one of Jesse’s brothers, we’ve met before. You come to practically all our fan meets.”

“But this, this is a huge honor.” Sean got back up. “We’re like…practically friends now right?”

Danny gasped. “I’m friends with Taeyoung Na.” He was silent. “I’m friends with Taeyoung Na.” His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell over, but Sean caught him.

“Ugh, I really hate this time of month.” Olivia came from down the hall. Her eyes landed on Taeyoung. “Oh my gosh, Tae-Tae!” She rushed to hug him.

“Hey, Squirt.” He hugged back. “Did you have a good time bossing these guys around?”

“Did I ever.” Olivia grinned.

“S-S-Squirt?” Sean dropped his brother on the floor.

“TAE-TAE?” Danny looked up and screamed.

“Uh yeah, he’s like my best friend.” Olivia rolled her eyes. “C’mon, my lame brother’s in 4☆TOWN. You can’t tell me you don’t hang out with the other members all the time.”

Sean and Danny exchanged a glance.

“Oh. I see. You’re too embarrassing for Jesse.” Olivia smirked.

Taeyoung chuckled. “Nice one, Livvy.” He offered a high-five and she obliged. “Well we should probably get going. Your first day back at dance class is after school tomorrow so you’ll need lots of rest.”

“He knows about your after school activities too?” Danny whined.

Olivia laughed maniacally. “See you later, boys. Don’t forget the plan tomorrow morning.” She linked arms with Taeyoung and shut the door behind her.

The apartment was silent for a while.

“What just happened?” Sean asked rhetorically.

“I think,” Danny got up from the floor, “I just made an enemy.”

[writingforfun7567]

Arcane—Sister’s of Mine

Chapter 2–Consequences

Words: 5,229

(Chapter 1)

Summary: The kids face consequences for the ruined robbery job in Piltover.

Warnings: follows 1x2, female child self-insert, POV changes

3rd POV

As punishment for going on the Piltover job, Vi, Claggor, Mylo and Powder are all to stay and help out around the bar. Y/N is still free, but Ekko is also grounded for going topside (when he was following the man Ekko swindled), so she also decided to help her older siblings with the work. Claggor and Mylo clean up around empty tables while Vi is washing dishes. Powder is fixing one of the beer taps and Y/N is helping her, paying close attention to what Powder is doing.

“Be sure to clean under the tables too boys, I want this place spotless,” Vander says, making the two boys groan. Mylo mumbles something, causing Vander to glare at him.

“What was that?” Vander asks.

“Nothing-“ Claggor answers, nudging Mylo. Vander sighs and walks behind the bar and looks at the younger girls.

“How’s it going? Think you can get the tap working?” Vander asks. Powder nods confidently.

“The release valve broke,” Powder tells Vander, who nods and walks off to check on Vi.

“Y/N, hold the hose in place while I put the new valve in,” Powder instructs. Y/N nods and holds the hose.

“A bit higher-yeah, like that,” Powder says as Y/N adjusts the angle slightly. Powder’s able to get underneath and unscrew the broken piece of metal. Powder takes the new valve and screws it on in place.

“I’ll get a cup-“ Y/N says, getting up off the floor. She grabs a mug from the shelf and holds it to Powder.

“Ready,” the girl says. Powder nods.

“Ok, time to test it,” she says and grabs the nozzle. Powder holds the nozzle over the mug and pulls the trigger and it sputters slightly before a steady stream of liquid comes out! The girls smile.

“We did it!” Y/N exclaims happily.

Vander walks back in and the girls excitedly show him the working tap. He nods in approval.

“Good work girls, I knew my little geniuses would be able to figure it out,” Vander says, making the girls giggle.

After the boys finish, Vi sighs as she walks out of the kitchen.

“Ok, dishes are done-“ she says as she wipes her hands on her damp apron. He nods.

“Good-“ he says and the 2 younger girls share a look before Powder nods ever so slightly towards Vander. He raises a questioning eyebrow at the girls.

“Can we go to our arcade?” Y/N asks eagerly. Vi and the boys also give Vander a begging kind of look. He sighs.

“Fine, but stay out of trouble,” he says.

“Yes!” The boys exclaim, high-fiving. Vi nods as Powder and Y/N smile excitedly.

“Thanks Vander!” Powder tells him. Y/N nods in agreement, jumping up and down excitedly.

“Thanks!” She repeats. Vander’s face softens before he nods and heads back upstairs.

“C’mon, let’s go-“ Vi says when she hears the door shut.

Claggor and Mylo follow Vi with Powder and Y/N bringing up the back.

“Thanks for getting us out of there,” Powder tells her baby sister, who gives her a confused look.

“Huh?” She asks.

“For asking Vander…you’re his favorite so he wouldn’t say no to you,” Powder explains. Y/N thinks on Powder’s explanation. She didn’t understand the differences between her relationship with Vander compared to her older siblings. He loved all the kids, even Ekko. Sometimes he was harder on Vi and the boys, but there was no question that he loved them all.

“Dad loves all of us the same,” Y/N tells Powder as the group walks to the next block. Powder nods after a moment of hesitation. While she does consider Vander a father, she has distant memories of a man Vi told her about once. Their biological father, the one that died on the Bridge 4 years ago. Her memories are vague and she only really remembers the day she and Vi met Y/N, right when she was born.

The kids get to an old, run down building that’s been unoccupied since before the failed rebellion on the Bridge. They walk in and see their games scattered around the empty room. Vi heads over to the boxing machine as Claggor follows. Mylo, Powder and Y/N all head to the shooting game. Vi turns on the music player before turning the boxing machine on. The machine powers on and makes various noises of metallic whirring and pieces of machinery moves in sync. Mylo grabs one of the fake pistols as Vi boxes. Claggor stands to the side, watching Vi intently, remembering how she moves.

“Remind me why we bother with this dump?” Mylo asks.

“Vander said to lay low. The Enforcers never come down here so this is as good a place as any. Besides, would you rather be stuck in the bar?” Vi asks him as her score on the scoreboard changes. Mylo shakes his head.

“What’s the matter Mylo? Afraid Powder’s gonna beat you again?” Claggor teases.

“Hey-if they didn’t keep fixing these things, I wouldn’t keep missing!” Mylo argues, motioning to the younger girls. Powder pops up from behind the game, startling the boy slightly. She’s holding the power tube and connects it together, smirking. She hops over the wooden desk and Mylo makes a face at her. He tries hitting the targets, but most of his shots hit the silhouettes, not counting as points. Y/N grabs the other pistol and fires as well. Y/N fires off all the shots rapidly and misses every single target until the last shot hits the chest target, spinning. She manages to hit the target on her last shot!

“Ha! I did it!” Y/N exclaims. Powder smiles proudly. Vi smiles at her baby sister. Mylo sneers before shutting his eyes and taking a breath before aiming and firing off 3 shots, hitting the target all 3 times.

“Nice try runt,” Mylo taunts. Y/N frowns as Vi’s smile fades. Mylo keeps shooting, but he doesn’t hit any of the targets, only managing to hit the silhouettes. The fake ammo bounces off harmlessly and Y/N sticks her tongue out at the boy, who does it back to her.

“You guys know I wouldn’t take you on a job you couldn’t handle, right?” Vi asks.

“Are you kidding? That was the best job we’ve ever had! Maybe just don’t take Powder next time,” Mylo says.

Reader’s POV

“You guys know I wouldn’t take you on a job you couldn’t handle, right?” Vi asks.

“Are you kidding? That was the best job we’ve ever had! Maybe just don’t take Powder next time,” Mylo says. I look between Mylo and Powder before seeing her glare at the boy. She means business. I cautiously hold the toy pistol out to Powder and she takes it, not breaking eye contact with the boy.

“Uh-“ Claggor says, noticing how intense Powder seems as well. She aims at the moving targets and with each shot she takes, she hits her targets, not missing a single shot. I watch in awe. I wish I could do that. Once she hits the same target 3 times, she sets the pistol down and sneers at him, annoyed by him, before walking over to the electronic game. I hastily follow her and pull up a stool to sit next to her. I watch her play for a moment before looking over towards the hole in the glass window. I see people outside.

“Tell me where I can find them!” A slightly distorted voice orders. My eyes widen when I see it’s an Enforcer! And he’s harassing someone just walking down the street. I nudge Powder and point so she sees as well.

“Topsiders business ain’t my concern!” The man argues back.

“It’s every one of you trencher’s concern now-“ the Enforcer threatens.

3rd POV

“It’s every one of you trencher’s concern now-“ Marcus threatens the innocent man. Powder’s eyes widen as she and Y/N watch.

“Give me a name,” Marcus orders. The man steps forward, his jaw goes slack and he suddenly hocks a loogie onto Marcus’ shoe. Powder takes a few steps back.

“Hey guys? You should see this-“ Powder warns the others when suddenly, the man gets thrown through the window, shattering the glass! Powder flinches and barely manages to shield Y/N and it’s like everything is in slow motion. Y/N screams as the man hits the floor, clearly knocked out. Vi looks at the injured person before looking at Marcus and the Enforcers with him.

Marcus looks inside, spotting the pink-haired girl first. Then his eyes scan the room and he spots 4 more children.

“Search them,” Marcus orders and Enforcers walk through the shattered window.

“Go ‘head idiots! We ain’t got nothin’!” Mylo says. Powder and Y/N back into the shooting game as Marcus and the Enforcers approaches them. Powder puts an arm out in front of Y/N protectively as her other hand comes up and hovers over the pouch on her belt that holds the glowing blue crystals she took from the apartment! Powder gives Vi a pleading look as Marcus walks up to the younger girls. Vi’s eyes widen and she looks to Claggor. He immediately turns and pulls the power switch. Glow in the dark paint illuminates the room, the most obvious being a pink skull and crossbones.

Powder grabs Y/N’s wrist and pulls the younger girl with her behind the shooting game. Marcus chases after the girls as Mylo jumps and kicks an Enforcer in the chest, taking cover. He grabs the pistol from the game.

“Aaaaahhhhh!” Mylo screams, firing. The fake ammo bounces off the 2 Enforcers. They take 2 steps forward before a metal plate hits the closer one on the side of the helmet and he goes down. The other Enforcer looks over and sees Vi.

“Stop!” An Enforcer yells as Vi rams into him, knocking the grown man out of the way. Mylo sees Vi running and takes off after her with Claggor.

“Get them!” Another Enforcer exclaims.

Meanwhile, Powder pulls Y/N along and they weave through the moving silhouettes of the shooting game, hiding.

“This way-“ Powder tells her baby sister. They make a sharp turn around one of the monster silhouettes to hide, before Powder’s suddenly yanked back by her braid! Because she’s holding Y/N’s hand, the younger girl is also yanked to a stop.

“Agh!” Powder shrieks.

“LET HER GO!” Y/N yells. She hits the safety lever on the silhouette that separates Powder and Marcus and the monster teeth come chomping down on Marcus’ arm.

“Gah!” The deputy yelps, letting go of Powder’s braid.

“Come one!” Vi snaps, grabbing both her sisters’ wrists, one in each hand and pulling the younger girls with her. Powder’s able to keep up but Vi has to pick Y/N up since she keeps stumbling. Wordlessly, Claggor reaches out and Vi nods thankfully as she hands Y/N over to her brother as they all race down the alley. Vi suddenly skids to a stop, forcing the others to stop as well when she spots more Enforcers cutting off their escape! Vi’s eyes widen and she turns around to go back, but she sees the ones chasing them catch up.

Suddenly, a whistle rings out. Vi and the others look up to see Ekko standing on a fire escape. He releases the ladder.

“Over here!” Ekko warns as the Enforcers close in. He’s up high enough to see both sides of the alley and how close the Enforcers are. The ladder gets stuck and Vi tries jumping to get to the ladder, but her fingers barely graze the bottom metal bar. She growls in frustration. Y/N pats Claggor’s shoulder and nods at him as he holds her and he nods understanding. He steps forward and tosses the small girl up and she’s able to grab hold of the ladder. The rusty ladder lowers the just enough from Y/N that Vi and the others can grab hold of it and climb up. An Enforcer jumps up, jerking the ladder, causing Powder to yelp.

Ekko helps Y/N then the rest of her siblings up the ladder before Vi kicks the ladder hard enough to break it off the building. The Enforcer screams before groaning in pain when he hits the ground. Vi and Marcus make eye contact before the kids hurry inside the building.

“You need to hide those crystals,” Vi tells Powder.

“Yeah no shit,” Powder replies sarcastically as they lose the Enforcers.

“We gotta head back home, otherwise Vander really WILL kill us,” Vi says and the boys nod in agreement.

The kids head back to the Last Drop and enter through the side door. There’s some commotion going on upstairs.

“What’s going on?” Mylo asks.

“Let’s find out,” Vi answers and heads upstairs.

Vi’s POV

“Let’s find out,” I tell Mylo and head up the stairs. The bar is crowded with people I know to people I’m vaguely familiar with. But they’re all from the Lanes. Everyone’s arguing about what to do about the Enforcers and topside in general. Vander and Benzo stand near the bar, silent, watching the room. We make eye contact with Vander.

“We should hit them back. We’ve got the numbers to beat them,” a dark skinned woman named Sevika says, hitting a table. We don’t know a lot about her, but Vander told me once that she doesn’t care who gets hurt as long as we fight against Piltover and the Enforcers.

“Yeah! Let’s teach them what it means to mess with us!” A man agrees. Cheers of people agreeing sound around the room.

Vander takes a match and lights it against the side of the counter. He puts his pipe in his mouth and takes a few inhales so the fire catches and lights the pipe before looking out at the crowd, eyeing Sevika in particular. Vander and Sevika never got along but they respected each other.

“You sure that’s what you all want?” Vander asks and the crowd goes quiet.

“We crossed that Bridge once before. Remember how that turned out,” Vander says, referring to the failed Rebellion he led 4 years ago.

“Ah-you’re just protecting your kids!” The man who agreed with Sevika argues and others in the crowd agree. Vander and I make eye contact briefly as we wait by the hallway that leads to the basement.

“I’m protecting our people. I’d do the same for any one of you,” Vander argues. He would, that’s just the type of person he is.

“We look out for each other. That’s the way it’s always been,” he insists, “this will blow over. We just have to stand together.”

“The Vander I knew, the one who built the Underground, wouldn’t be afraid of a fight,” Sevika threatens. Vander glares at her, approaching her. He takes a puff from his pipe and lets the smoke flow from his nostrils.

“Do I look afraid?” He growls at her.

“No. You look weak,” Sevika argues before whistling. I watch as most people, aside from the regulars and those that stand with Vander walk out the door.

“Why isn’t he doing anything?” Claggor asks.

“We kicked the Enforcer’s butts with just the 4 of us. Imagine what the whole of the Lanes could do!” Powder exclaims.

“Yeah! We can beat them!” Y/N agrees.

“Geez, even the girls wanna fight,” Mylo quips.

“So why aren’t we?” I ask as we turn and head down to the basement. I follow Powder and Y/N when I notice Ekko not moving. I double take and see him leaning against the wall. I raise an eyebrow at him and he shifts nervously and my ‘older sister’ instincts kick in. I approach him as the boy avoids eye contact.

“Spill it Ekko,” I order. The girls peek around the corner to look at the white-haired boy curiously.

“Uh-o-ok-well…Vander’s got a deal with the Enforcers,” Ekko reveals, wincing slightly when my eyes widen.

“What deal?” I ask urgently. Ekko reveals a conversation he overheard between Vander and an Enforcer-

“It was the Sheriff,” Ekko says and my eyes widen.

“She gave him some sort of metal cylinder. I think it was a message canister,” Ekko tells me. I see Vander glance at us before he sighs, looking away. I reach out and herd the 3 younger kids with me downstairs.

“C’mon, let’s finish talking downstairs-“ I tell them.

We all get down to the basement. Ekko shuts the door as I take the arm chair. Powder, Ekko and Y/N take the lower bunk bed while Claggor and Mylo take the couch.

“Why did you guys blow up my tip? Do you know how long Benzo grounded me?” Ekko asks.

“We didn’t do that on purpose-it was an accident,” I explain.

“3 months! 3! Months!” Ekko says, repeating the two words.

“We’re grounded too-4 months, or whenever Vander calms down, whichever comes first,” Claggor tells the boy.

I sigh. We can’t let the Enforcers control us any more. Ever since I was a kid, Topside has always been a problem.

“We have to fight for our home, even if Vander won’t,” Mylo insists.

“I know, but Vander’s got a deal with the Enforcers. So you think Vander’s gonna give himself over?” I ask Ekko. He nods.

“He…did say he’d take care of it,” I remember his words when he was cleaning my wounds from the street fight with Deckard.

“We can fight—I’ve got this-“ Powder says, reaching over and grabbing one of her homemade bombs. It’s bright and colorful.

“Y/N helped me fix the release coil,” Powder says. Ekko awes in fascination.

“Can I see?” He asks. The girls chatter away to Ekko about how they worked together while I turn my attention to Mylo and Claggor.

“Can I count on you two?” I ask the boys quietly. They share a serious look before turning back to me and nodding once.

“Of course,” Claggor says and I nod. I open my mouth to tell them what I’m thinking when suddenly, the sound of metal clapping alerts us and we all turn to see the clapping monkey alarm Y/N and Powder built. Vander!

“Hide!” I order quietly and we all scatter. I get the lights as Claggor and Ekko hide in the rafters on the ceiling while Mylo hides under the bunkbed. I see Powder holding Y/N as she climbs up after Ekko. I climb up last and manage to get up to the top just as the door opens. A set of heavy footsteps come down the stairs, creaking a bit from the weight. I motion for everyone to be silent and that’s when I notice the awkward position Powder and Y/N are in. Powder’s holding onto a pipe with her feet hooking around a wooden beam and Y/N is on her back. I watch a beam of light scan the room and that’s when I see the Enforcer walk into the room. The only sound is his breathing. It’s from the masks they wear. I watch as he starts checking various hiding spots around the room and my eyes widen when he approaches the bunkbed! Mylo!

The Enforcer approaches the bunkbed and begins to walk away when he suddenly looks underneath! I prepare myself to fight but I pause when nothing happens. I watch in surprise that the Enforcer stands back up and continues searching the room. I see a shadow move and silently climbs up to the rafters. Once it gets closer, I see it’s Mylo! He managed to move in time! That’s when I feel a nudge. I turn and see Ekko looking at me worriedly before pointing. I turn and see he’s pointing at the girls. My eyes widen as I see Powder’s struggling! Y/N looks worried and is trying not to move too much as Powder’s arms start to shake a bit. The Enforcer looks around with the light. I watch in horror as Powder’s grip slips and she slides down about an inch before she catches herself. The motion is enough to cause Y/N to fall off Powder’s back! My eyes widen and I nearly expose us but Powder manages to catch Y/N by her shirt! I make eye contact with Y/N and I desperately motion for her to be absolutely still and silent. She manages a shaky nod as Powder struggles to keep her grip on both the pipe and Y/N’s shirt.

Finally, the Enforcer walks up the stairs, takes one last look and walks out, shutting the door behind him. As the door slams shut, Powder’s grip gives out and she drops Y/N and falls as well. The girls grunt as they hit the floor and I sigh with relief.

“That was way too close-“ Claggor says and I nod in agreement as we climb down. The door opens and I relax when I see it’s Vander.

“Are you all ok?” He asks as Powder lights the lamp, illuminating the room.

“No we’re not ok-they almost saw the girls-what if they took them?!” I ask angrily.

“No one is taking any of you. Never would let that happen,” Vander says as Ekko climbs down last.

“It’s already happening! You heard him! They won’t stop-we need to fight back!” I argue, hitting a pipe on the wall, denting it. The others are standing to the side uneasily.

“And if you won’t…I will,” I insist. Vander sighs.

“I’ve heard this kind of talk before,” he says.

“Claggor, you’re in charge,” he tells the boy, who nods.

“Ekko, best head home. Vi, you’re with me,” Vander tells me. Ekko nods and waves at me as he hurries out. I give the boy a small smile and nod before I follow Vander out.

3rd POV

The kids watch Vander and Vi walk up the steps and out the front door.

“Where are they going?” Mylo asks.

“I don’t know…you know how stubborn they both are,” Claggor says. Mylo turns to the girls.

“Not bad Pow-pow,” Mylo admits. The blue-haired girl blinks in surprise at the compliment. His face sours as he turns to Y/N.

“You could’ve exposed us! If Powder hadn’t saved you like she always does, he would’ve seen us because of you! You’re such a burden!” Mylo snaps at the little girl.

“Mylo-that’s enough! She’s just a little kid!” Powder defends as Y/N starts to cry.

“I’m sorry-I’m sorry-I’m sorry-“ Y/N cries. Powder reaches out puts a comforting hand on Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N buries her head into Powder’s hip.

“No one got caught. That’s what matters,” Powder assures her. Mylo rolls his eyes and sighs in irritation before storming off.

“C’mon, wanna go draw?” Powder asks and Y/N nods her head, sniffling.

“Uh-huh,” Y/N whimpers. Powder easily picks up her baby sister and heads back down into the basement. Their supplies are still out, just shoved to the side so the girls can pick up where they left off.

Mylo’s POV

I storm off as the girls go back downstairs and Claggor follows me.

“Where are you going?” He asks.

“Nowhere apparently. Vander refuses to do anything,” I growl frustratedly as I walk into the empty bar, roughly shoving a chair in the corner. I plop down into the wooden chair noisily and Claggor joins me.

“You know you shouldn’t yell at Y/N. She can’t help being the youngest,” Claggor says. My eyes soften and sigh but nod as well.

“Yeah…I just wish Vander would take up more of the parenting stuff with Y/N instead of shoving her onto Vi and Powder. Y/N shouldn’t be our problem,” I admit. Claggor sighs and nods.

“Yeah, I hear ya. I know Vander’s our dad and he loves us…but he should be doing more…with Y/N at least. She’s so dependent and we just…can’t take care of a little kid,” Claggor tells me.

“At least Powder can shoot, Y/N can’t do anything,” I say and Claggor goes quiet, not arguing.

3rd POV

While the boys stay at the bar with the 2 younger girls, Vander takes Vi up to the Bridge. Where it all started. The failed rebellion spurred by Vander himself. They reach the memorial for all those that died that day. Vi shuts her eyes, remembering the sounds of the Enforcers firing their rifles at any survivors they saw. Their guns were loud and sounded more like explosions. She remembers the crying from Y/N, who was a mere baby 4 years ago.

“Why are we here?” Vi asks Vander, who sighs.

“You still don’t understand,” Vander tells her.

“What I don’t understand is how you can work with them,” Vi replies angrily and Vander’s eyes widen in surprise.

“We were here! We saw what they did! I grew up knowing I’m less than them-that my place is down there!” Vi says, motioning to the Undercity side.

“I want the girls to have more than that and I’m willing to fight for it!” Vi tells Vander stubbornly, insistent. Vander doesn’t reply immediately, instead taking a moment to figure out what to say.

He looks at the angry teenage girl.

“So was I. I was angry, just like you,” Vander tells her. That’s why Vander appeared to favor Vi. It’s also why he’s the hardest on her. It’s because he sees himself in her.

“I led us across this bridge, thinking things could change. If I hadn’t…your parents would still be alive,” Vander says, blaming himself for what happened to everyone.

“I know you wanna hurt the topsiders for what they’ve done to us. But who are you willing to lose? Mylo? Claggor? Your sisters?” Vander asks and Vi looks away as thunder rumbles in the distance. Vander moves to stand next to Vi.

“Nobody wins in war, Vi,” Vander warns her. She sighs and lets herself lean against Vander sadly.

“What are we gonna do? The Enforcers will come back,” Vi asks defeatedly, unsure of what other options there are other than to fight.

Vander sighs.

“I…I don’t know. I’ll-uh-I’ll figure it out,” Vander tells her as the girl looks up at him worriedly. She looks down at the memorial and even though she doesn’t see her parents’ picture, she thinks of them and what they would want her to do.

“Protect your sisters,” they had told Vi when Y/N was born. It was the last promise Vi made to them before they left to fight in the rebellion. Vi takes a breath and realizes there is only one other option besides fighting. Surrender.

Vi’s POV

I take a breath and steady myself, realizing what I have to do. I have to give myself up. It was my fault, I decided to take everyone on that job to topside. After waiting a bit more, Vander turns to me.

“C’mon, let’s go home,” he tells me and I nod, following him back to the Lanes…to the Last Drop. Once we get back, I wait until I’m alone before I hurry behind the bar and start looking around until I find the message canister that I immediately recognize is from topside.

Before I head to our room, I head to the roof and use the pipe Powder had earlier to get Mr. Bunny, my old stuffed rabbit toy stuck in the power lines. I catch the rabbit toy by the ear and head back inside. I stop just outside the door to the basement. I take a breath and open the door. I see my brothers sitting around the table while my younger sisters are on their shared bed going through Powder’s bombs.

“Vi? Where you been?” Claggor asks.

“Rumor is the Lanes are gonna fight,” Mylo says. I look at the boys before my eyes move to the girls. Y/N’s helping Powder screw the tops on. I walk over and sit on the edge of their bed. The girls look up excitedly at me.

“Look! Powder did it!” Y/N exclaims happily.

“Me and Y/N made them for the Enforcers,” Powder explains.

“These are smoke bombs,” Y/N says, handing me two metal canisters with colorful creatures drawn on them.

“And those two are full of nails,” Powder says, also excited.

“They’re gonna work this time. I know it,” Powder tells me confidently.

“Me too,” I agree before scooting closer to the girls. I reach up and brush Y/N’s shaggy, wild hair out of her eyes and pull a stray piece of hair off of Powder’s face, getting the girl’s attention. I gently stroke Powder’s cheek and she smiles at me lovingly. Y/N jumps on Powder’s back before leaping at me. I chuckle, cherishing these last few moments between us. I grab my old toy and place it in Powder’s lap. She looks down, surprised.

“Hey—from the roof-“ Y/N says, pointing and I nod at her before looking at Powder.

“You know Powder, what makes you different makes you strong. Always remember that, okay?” I tell her, squeezing her hand with mine lightly. She nods as I stand up.

“I love both of you…so much,” I tell my sisters.

“We love you too,” Y/N responds, clearly oblivious, but Powder, being a bit older, realizes something’s wrong and gives me a concerned look.

“Take care of Y/N,” I whisper to Powder, and she nods as I walk out.

3rd POV

Y/N continues chattering on about the explosives while Powder watches their older sister walk up the stairs and out the door and her face saddens.

“I’m gonna get a drink,” Powder tells Y/N, who nods.

Powder walks up the stairs, clutching the bunny toy Vi gave to her as the jukebox plays a song about love softly in the background. She sets the toy on top of the bar and climbs up into the seat and leans forward, resting her head sadly. Vander notices and grabs Powder’s cup. He pulls out her favorite drink and pours. Once the cup is full, he puts in her straw and sets it in front of her, gently tapping the straw over towards her. He smiles lovingly but his expression fades into concern when he sees Powder’s face.

While she’s grateful at Vander’s attempt to cheer her up, Powder’s worried about Vi. Vander looks at the rabbit and realizes there’s something familiar about the toy when his eyes suddenly widen in realization.

“Stay here!” Vander tells Powder as he races out as fast as he can.

Enforcers make their way to the Lanes, looking in every building they pass, sometimes forcing their way in. Vi is sitting on a chair inside Benzo’s, waiting for the Enforcers. She hears footsteps approaching and her leg bounces nervously. She rubs her palm with her fingers before hearing someone just outside the door. Vi shuts her eyes, taking a moment to steel herself when the door opens and her eyes widen in shock.

End.

Chapter 3

[kariachi]

Who wants some Mike fic? And some flit fic?

Mike gets a flit.

~~

Mike had never really considered himself a pet person. Less from a lack of inclination than from a lack of experience. After all, he’s chewed more than enough furniture for his mom’s taste without some other creature running around and joining in. Most of his experience with animals had been from neighborhood pets and that had been feeding off them, back before he progressed to people. The one time he’d asked had been a selfish desire for something ready whenever he was hungry. So, proper pets had never been a consideration for him, and with his history certainly nobody was rushing to put anything under his care.

But…

But Levin’s baskurr was a sweetheart. The more he saw her since he started getting his shit together, the less he found himself gnawing on the things around him. The less he felt inclined to push at Levin and the Tennysons’ limits. And maybe that alone had been enough for him to look into some things. To learn about the health benefits of having animals, how being responsible for one could help keep people from backsliding, combat feelings of isolation. Such as, if the only people you saw ninety percent of the time openly and with good reason didn’t like or trust you.

What more reason, really, did a guy need to start getting ideas? To take advantage of the limited free time around his court-mandated therapy sessions to go check out some stores? Not the shelters, something twisted in his gut when he walked in them, but the stores. The smaller creatures, that was fine. He’d eventually found a store dedicated to some little dragonish alien creature that he’d felt an immediate pull towards. It had been a good enough sign for him.

Over the course of weeks Mike’d visited multiple times. He’d gotten books and supplies and talked to the owner about her ‘fair’ of flits. The paperwork had been a little annoying to fill out, but he’d managed, and it wasn’t as if there’d been a background check. Just a long talk about did he understand what he was getting into (yes) was the household flit-safe (he presumed so so, yes) and was he willing to cull clutches should he get a female (yes). All that and a three month wait for a clutch to become available had left him with instructions and supplies and a colorful egg, smaller than a chicken’s, that had seemed to call to him.

To say nobody had been happy to find out what he’d been doing with his spare time was an understatement, but there’d been no attempt to take the egg from him. The Tennysons and Rook fretted and judged, but they’d heaved sighs and accepted matters. Levin had threatened him if he fed off the poor thing, but had also been the one to make sure he knew and had everything necessary. Really, overall it had taken better than he’d expected.

Then again there was a small part of him that had seen enough of Levin to- even with how kind and gentle he’d seen him be- still be shocked that he hadn’t been killed yet, so…

 In the end, none of that really mattered. Only a few weeks later, sat watching the egg with it’s soft patchwork of greens, blues, and yellows twitch and shift. He’d almost felt it hatching before he did his morning check, and had immediately rushed to get everything together.

“Come on, you can do it.” Mavovi’d said communicating while they hatched was important. They’d die in the egg if they thought they were alone. He could make out a crack forming between two patches. “Just a little more, come on. I’ve got a whole meal ready for you, and I don’t share with just anybody.”

Hatching, it turned out, took a while, but Mike could talk to nothing a long time. He’d even skipped a snack, just in case, which seemed to have finally earned Levin’s approval when he showed up to check on him. A long time wasn’t forever though, and eventually those cracks that spiderwebbed over the shell had broken fully through. A single wing in a dark, muted green shoved halfway free as the tiniest creel echoed out of the hole.

“There you go, what did I say,” Mike almost crowed, grin splitting his face as he gave a small applause. “You’re doing fantastic!”

And that was how the rest of the morning went. Mike would talk as he waited. The egg would shake, break, and then stop for a rest. A little cycle that continued for what felt like an age and like a heartbeat before the little flit was free and strewn resting over the back of his hand. All the same muted green, aside from darker points, eyes whirling in greens and reds.

“You’re such a pretty little thing.” Nobody, not God themselves, would have been able to get Mike to admit to fawning over the baby, just a bit. All soft smile, soft gaze, as he pulled a sardine out of the tin that’d sat within reach all morning. She didn’t look like she could fit the whole tin, and it’d been tempting earlier to grab just a few for himself, but there was nobody more familiar with appetites outside one’s size.

The second the fish came into sight the little flit’s eyes went a solid red, and with coordination he hadn’t expected she threw herself at it like it was a vicious enemy. Surprise had him dropping it, but he still couldn’t help a snort of laughter as she tore into her prize, clapping a hand over his mouth in turn. She wolfed it down like a creature starved, and Mike was careful to have another ready for her to grab more gently. By the third one she was far less vicious, and the fourth saw the red fade from her eyes.

“You,” Mike said, chin by now resting on a fist as he watched her, “are going to fit right in around here, aren’t you?” She turned to face him properly for the first time in her life, a riot of colors moving lazily in her eyes. With a chirp she settled herself on her hindlegs and leapt, Mike’s hand immediately coming up under her as she latched onto his shirt. Wings wide for balance, she clawed her way to his shoulder and settled in against the crook of his neck. He felt her yawn settled into his head as much as he heard it, like she was draping over his mind, and gently stroked her back as she began to drift off. Already things felt that little bit lighter.

“Yep, this was definitely a good decision.”

[renee-writer]

Awake Chapter 124 Holding Steady

AO3

“What time will Carlisle be by?”

“Around five.” Edward answers him.

 

“Would you like a bath, Bella?” her husband asks.

 

“We can do that?”

 

“I don’t see why not. I can carry you and the IV bag.”

 

“Sounds heavenly.”

 

With Tanya ‘s help he gets her bathed and back in bed before Carlisle and Alice come through the door.

 

“Bella, how are you?” Alice asks.

 

“Better than yesterday. I am very glad to see you.” She greets her friend with a huge smile.

 

“Any contractions?” Carlisle addresses Edward, who was monitoring the monitor.

 

“None.”

 

“Very good,” His shoulders relax, “Bella, have you been following the rules?”

 

“Yes. I haven’t even walked to the rest room.”

 

“Good. I need to check you,” All but the sleeping boys and Jake leaves the room, “wonderful. No farther dilation. What we are doing is working so we will continue it. Complete bed rest for the next week. We will slowly modify it then, if you are still doing well. Until I give permission, no activity that I don’t approve of.”

 

“Okay doc, we will follow your instructions to the letter.” Jacob assures him.

 

“Good, I will bring Alice back in. I know she has missed you.”

 

“And I her.”

 

“Has she been taken good care of you?” Alice asks when she walks in taken a seat beside her.

 

“Yes, she is great.”

 

“She is. I am just a little surprised to hear you say that.”

 

“Why, because of her and Edward? I wanted him to find someone else. I just wish he was in love with her.”

 

“Me too.”

 

“Do you see it happening?”

 

“No, but I don’t see it not happening either,” at her questioning look, she explains, “ he doesn’t know his own mind yet. Until he decides, I can’t see.”

 

“Let’s pray he does. She is good for him.”

 

“Yes she is.”

 

A week passes slowly. Bella is good but bored. When Carlisle comes by the day she reaches a week, she asks him, “Can I at least go into the living room. I will stay in the couch. I promise.”

 

He gives her a soft smile. “Let me check you out then I can answer that question,” after he is done, he says, “I will let you move to the couch during the day if you promise to remain strict in following the rules. I still want you carried everywhere.”

 

“Carlisle, how concerned should we be?”

 

“Honestly Bella, every day she isn’t born is a miracle. To have contractions that dilate the cervix at six and a half months and be able to stop them…well all I can say is everyone keep praying because it is working.”

 

“Anything else we can do?”

 

“If you last another week and make it to seven months, I will start steroids to mature her lungs.”

 

“Carlisle!” She grabs his arm, her wide shocked eyes on him.

 

“I am going to do all I can. You continue to do all you can. We will trust God with the rest.”

 

She swallows as she rest a hand on Faith, moving about under it and prays. “Maybe I should just stay here.”

 

“Bella, being around your children won’t hurt as long as you don’t try to lift them. It may, in fact, help. I am going to keep the IV in but change it out. Then, I will carry you into the living room. If that is what you want?”

 

“Yes, that will be good. Does Jake know how serious this is?” He has reluctantly returned to work knowing it was necessary and that Bella would never be alone.

 

“No, but I am stopping by to tell him on the way home.”

 

“How is she?” Edward asks. He and Alice are staying with her today.

 

“Holding her own. I will be moving her to the living room when I am done so if you and Alice can prepare the couch.”

 

He nods and they do it.

 

“How are he and Tanya?” she is desperate for a change of topic.

 

“They seem fine.” He says, removing the original IV and preparing to insert another.

 

“Seems?”

 

“Bella, he still loves you. Tanya knows this and is handling it the best she can. They are very affectionate with each other. He is kind and loving to her but it never reaches his eyes,” she sighs, “give it time, Tanya may yet turn his heart like she turned his head. Okay, ready to move?”

 

“Yes!” she is eager for a new room.

 

“Edward,” he appears immediately, “grab the monitor and the IV.”

 

They get her moved.

 

“Thanks. This is better. I won’t  walk to the bathroom or lift the boys. Promise.”

 

“Good. I am going to let your husband know what is going on. Edward, Alice, anything out of the ordinary, let me know immediately.”

 

They both nod. He kisses Bella on the forehead and is gone.

 

“Did you read his thoughts or do I have to repeat everything?” she asks him.

 

“I read them.” In a bleak tone, he catches Alice up.

 

She takes Bella ‘s hand. “Carlisle will do all he can.”

 

“Can you see her at all, Alice?”

 

“I am sorry. With Jacob being her daddy and you being fully committed to him, you are all a blank slate.”

 

“You will do all Carlisle says and we will all help.” Edward adds.

 

“And continue to pray.” Alice adds.

 

“Always.” Bella breaths. Everyone is praying. Their church, their parents, Jake’s pack, and most of the Cullen’s . This fact brings her comfort but she still worries. It is impossible not too.

[justmanic03]

Amethyst - Chapter Thirty-Five

"Look at this baby! I reckon I could identify all sorts of weird Opaquia Pokemon with this!" Buzz marvelled at the item in his hand.

Jordan rolled his eyes. "Dad, it's just a magnifying glass. You can get them for like 100 Pokedollars at Pollux."

"Maybe you could instead use it to see if Danny has a brain in there?" Lisa suggested, earning a yell of protest from a disgruntled Danny.

"It makes me feel like a REAL detective! I could get used to this," Buzz continued.

"Well best not to get used to it, Buzz, you've still got a gym to take care of." Mack replied.

"Yeah but I'm getting old now, I don't really want to be gym leader forever. I've been considering retiring to become a Private Detective full time."

"Hey guys!" I interjected as I approached the group after departing the flying taxi.

"Champion Y/N! It truly is an honour!" Mackenzie greeted, as he proceeded to bow in front of me.

"Don't be so obnoxious, Mack." Lisa chastised, before walking closer to me. "But seriously, dude, well done to you. Now then, we have work to do."

I looked up into the dark Opaquian sky. A very large white building towered over us. It reminded me of a modern Russian palace, with several towers built around it as well as a giant brick wall lined with spikes, warning off intruders.

"So this is where Flossi hides out?" Jordan asked.

"Yes. Now come on! We've no time to lose, Slowbros and Slowsisters!" Danny clapped his hands together in readiness.

"Hang on, I won't be coming with you." Jordan replied. We all looked at him.

"You can't seriously bail on us!" Lisa protested. "We need all the help we can get against this mechanical harp lunatic and her monsters!"

"But I'm a poison type." Jordan explained. "I'd be useless against Flossi."

"Yeah, you got a point there," Mackenzie responded. "Everyone, I hope your teams are loaded up with a bunch of psychic counters."

"Yeah we know, we weren't born yesterday." Lisa scolded.

"Y'know, I'm not too familiar on the history of Taldourse since I've only been here a few years, but I always thought Flossi was hot," Danny blurted, however, he instantly regretted his words as the group fell silent and he was met with a series of glares.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that." Lisa snapped, earning a giggle from Mackenzie.

"Okay, we need a plan." I instructed, catching everyone's attention.

Buzz spoke up, "Flossi is sharp. She'll probably detect our presence anytime now. And when she does, she'll send out some strong units to attack. We need to be ready. So I suggest if any of you need to change up your parties, do it now."

I decided to swap in the Umbreon I had previously caught from Opaquia, along with a Heracross and Sylveon. I decided to keep Lily, Stalagus and Zelda in my party as they were my strongest units. "Right." I spoke up, catching everyone's attention. "I want to check everyone's parties, starting with Lisa."

Lisa grabbed her Pokeballs, and spoke up. "I've got Chandelure, Gothitelle, Altaria, Venusaur, Beartic, and of course, my trusty Gryffinblud from the Professor."

I nodded in approval, before turning to my other ghost-obsessed rival. "Mackenzie?"

"I've got Hydroxyl, Gengar, Ferrothorn, Garchomp, Sableye, Togekiss and a shiny Umbreon." He grubbed whilst listing his final Pokemon.

Lisa scoffed in response. "Why do you always have to brag about getting rare and shiny stuff?" She asked.

"Because I'm proud of them!" Mackenzie announced, folding his arms with a smug expression on his face.

Lisa scoffed once again and rolled her eyes. "Whatever, nerd."

"Danny!" I interjected.

"Yes, Chump? I-I mean Champ?" He sniggered.

"Your team?" I clicked my finger authoritatively.

"Oh yeah! I got Pikachu, my Jolteon Zana, Coalossal, Snorlax, and Hitmonchan." Danny listed.

"An electric based team?! I like your style the best, Danny." Buzz grinned from ear to ear.

"Why thank you, Mr Detective Buzz Lightyear!" Danny responded as his chest swelled with pride.

"Yeah, thank you guys so much for not including any spiders on your teams," Mack replied.

"I'm way more scared of that Epsilon than I ever have been of any spider Pokemon," I said, a shiver running down my spine.

"Uhhh... guys?" Jordan spoke up, causing us all to turn silent. Jordan was frozen stiff, his wide eyes staring at something to the left near a large pipe. Upon following his eyes, I realised the pipe was moving, seemingly by itself.

A very large claw in the shape of a foot appeared... and then another soon followed, and before any of us could blink, we were surrounded by monsters that towered over us, with nowhere to turn and escape.

"W-what do we do?" Mackenzie stammered as he trembled violently upon noticing that there were a few spider Pokemon amongst the attackers.

"Throw out your Pokeballs!" I instructed. The squad all proceeded to throw out their Pokeballs.

Go! Lily!

Lily managed to cut a Golisopod's HP in half, and it proceeded to disappear via its emergency exit. A very large-looking Haxorus grumbled with rage as it stepped closer to us.

Lily used Titanium Glade!

Mackenzie's Hydroxyl used Surf!

Although Mackenzie's powerful water move did manage to sweep away several of our opponents, Lisa cried out as it caused her Chandelure to faint. "Mack, what did I tell you about using moves that attacked the team?!" She screeched.

For the first time ever, I heard Mackenzie yell straight back at her sarcastically, "Well I'm sorry I'm unable to think with clear logic whilst im surrounded by a bunch of genetically modified Pokemon!"

"Guys! Stop it! We're all supposed to be on the same side here!" Buzz yelled.

"I should've taken my leave when I had the chance," Jordan mumbled, as his Toxapex was one-shotted by a Malamar.

"SLOWPOKE!" Danny yelled as his Pikachu managed to one-shot a Porygon.

"Keep at it, guys, we've easily halved the number of them already!" I encouraged.

Lily was knocked down by a furious Moltres. "I should've known Flossi's army would be full of legendaries." Still, I did not give up, and sent out Zelda to extinguish its fire.

Thirty monsters soon turned to a dozen, then half a dozen, until all the Pokemon had fainted.

"Good work guys!" I praised, as the victorious team all clenched their fists victoriously.

"It was no challenge to me." Danny stated smugly.

"Well done guys. This is where mine and Jordan's work ends." Buzz spoke up.

Jordan nodded, joining up alongside his dad. "You guys are seriously strong. You could literally be the next Elite Four. Especially you, Champion Y/N."

"Thanks bro," I smiled. "As for the rest of us, we should make our way up into the White Tower via that pipe the Pokemon just came out of."

"I really hope you're joking about that!" Lisa protested. "Imagine how much dirt and bacteria are in there! I don't want to get my clothes and hair dirty!"

"Haha, sounds like you're scared!" Danny mocked, earning an elbow in the stomach from Lisa.

"Lisa's right, Y/N. Have you gone completely MAD?! That pipe is like a breeding hub for spiders!"

"Well, do any of you guys have any better ideas?" I asked. Naturally, the other three fell silent. I clicked my tongue in frustration. "Alright, that's settled then." I walked up to the pipe, and peered up it, although I could see nothing other than darkness. "If we can climb up here, we'll at least gain access to the grounds."

I felt the other three glaring at me as if I had gone mad as I carefully lifted my leg up to the pipe, grappling onto the screw tops connecting the spout to the rest of the upper pipe.

"The Champion has officially lost his/her mind," I heard Mack mumble from behind me.

[radioiaci]

"Manuals are easier to parse," Alastor replied dully. No, he would not be sitting down to be lectured by way of picture show, thank you very much. Once given verbal instruction, he found it to be just a matter of caution to further patch the gaps in those tubes without overfilling them. More tedious than difficult, but eventually, he ensured that there was no more leakage, confirming with a few gentle pokes and prods with his claws.

"Hm. Think that might be it," he said, bringing his hands back out of Vox's head. Setting the sealant down, he reached to grip at the other man's shoulders to straighten his body up just a tad. Double checking its current state.

"Now what? Do you have what you need to address the glass as well?"

Alastor knew that there was a culprit responsible for the damage to Vox's face. And he knew that if he allowed himself to dwell on what occurred, he would make more of a fuss about it than was strictly useful. Much as he might have liked to raze the entirety of Vee Tower to the ground just to strangle the moth overlord with nothing but his bare hands, he was not so foolish as to believe that there would not be consequences to such an act.

It was smarter - and yes, more realistic - to allow Vox to navigate that relationship on his own. But Alastor never did truly approve of any real time spent with Valentino. Even in a business capacity.

Velvette always struck him as less of a threat. Perhaps because she was a woman. Something about that painted her in a slightly different light. But he would not give much thought to it with his current task taking up the majority of his attention.

"I have a very detailed slideshow that you haven't even glanced at, thank you very much." He had been quite thorough with it, mostly because he had needed help from Valentino once, and the moth was notoriously clumsy and blind. Vox purposely shut that line of thought down immediately.

It was always a bit weird watching his body from an outside source. Seeing Alastor's hands inside of his head, but not being able to feel any of it. It was better this way. His internals were sensitive and he didn't need to risk breaking anything by reacting to the sensations. It was, however, incredibly endearing to see how gently Alastor went about the repairs. If he were present within his body, he was certain he'd be shivering under the attention.

"I don't do this regularly," Vox replied. "I don't typically let anyone close enough to cause this sort of damage." There were a total of three people he allowed to be close without having his guard up. Velvette, Valentino, and now, of course, Alastor. The former two were obviously the reason for his current predicament, but he didn't have the energy to think too much about it. "Besides. Nobody is stupid enough to fucking try."

Vox fell silent, internally mulling over his words. Clearly, he had made a mistake allowing his business partners to get so close. He hated how much the thought made him ache. Pathetic. Maybe he was forever destined to be someone else's toy. What bothered him the most was just how much it hurt to think that he had never been anything more than that to Valentino. Years and years of breaking down and curling up against that purple chest while sweet nothings were whispered in his audial. Had that meant nothing? Vox wasn't sure if he had ever felt love for anyone other than Alastor, but Valentino had come close. Maybe that's why being backhanded like one of his playthings hurt so much more than it should.

Alastor's voice was a saving grace. It pulled Vox from his thoughts and quickly refocused his attention. Right. The sealant.

When Vox first attempted to speak, it came out horribly filtered and full of static. The second attempt was better.

"You just need enough to covered any holes with a thin layer. It'll harden as it dries. Put a small dab on your finger and smooth it over the line." His voice was unusually monotone- clearly a sign that he was attempting to distance himself from his thoughts. "Try not to get any inside the tubing- otherwise, it'll cause a blockage."

[ripetogether]

[ethereal-navi]

Wounded Feelings

Pairing: Neteyam x Navi! Omatikaya! Reader

Summary: You tend to Neteyam’s wounds after the war party returns.

Content Warning: Nothing besides some minor swearing.

A/N: Hii So this is my first Avatar piece and I’ve been eager to write ever since I saw the new movie. Shit really brought back my avatar phase 😭

“Y/N, don’t forget to have everything prepared for when they return.”

“Yes ma’am.” You moved from your spot and carefully set up all the supplies necessary for healing around the Tsahik’s tent.

Training under Mo’at was no easy task and on days like this you were always on edge. Whenever the war party was out you had to pray to the Great Mother that everyone would come back in one piece and your healing wasn’t needed.

This time around two of your favorite people happened to be close to the battlefield. Neteyam and Lo’ak were tasked with air support today and hopefully if they followed their father’s instructions they shouldn’t be in any danger.

Mo’at could sense your distraction as she watched you mess up the placement of supplies.

“They’ll be fine, Y/N. You need to focus.”

Shaken out of your thoughts and brought back to reality. You quickly fixed your mistake before mentally kicking yourself.

“Yes of course. I’m sorry.”

Suddenly the sound of war cries rang through the cave and Tuk ran into the tent.

“They’re back! Y/N come on, come on!!” She ran out as quickly as she entered. Leaving you to look at Mo’at for approval.

“Go. But be back soon.”

You nodded with a thankful smile on your face. After leaving the tent you quickly met up with Tuk, Kiri and Spider. The four of you eagerly waited as the Ikrans landed near the cliffs.

As the warriors dismounted their Ikrans the four of you ran up to greet them. Tuk immediately running up to her mother while you and Kiri checked on the boys.

A gash on Neteyam’s chest distracted you from the scolding they were currently receiving.

“Oh Great Mother, what have you gotten into this time?” Your fingers lightly danced around the wound causing him to wince.

“Y/N, go help Mo’at with the wounded.” You turned to look at the Oletykan.

“Neteyam is wounded.” Your statement made Tuk look over her other brother in worry.

“It’s fine.” Neteyam bowed his head in submission towards his father. Clearly he thought this scolding was more important.

Jake exhaled roughly.

“Y/N, Kiri, Tuk, go now.”

The three of you sighed and made your way to the tent.

“It’s my fault sir-“

“You’re right, cause you’re the big brother and you gotta act like it.” Jake shook his head in disappointment and Neytiri stood behind her child.

“Ma Jake, your son is actually bleeding.”

“I’m fine, mom.”

Jake sighed and looked at the boy.

“Go get patched up. Dismissed.”

Lo’ak was then left to deal with Jake’s wrath alone. Not before getting a warning look from his mother.

Once the two of them entered the tent you immediately sat him down as Mo’at worked on paste for his wound.

“Skxawng. The hell were you thinking?? You and your brother, always getting into trouble.” You lightly hit the back of his head causing him to hiss.

“I know I know. We just bit off more than we could chew, that’s all.”

You sighed looking at him. If only he knew how much you worry about him while he’s out there.

“You’re lucky it wasn’t worse.” You accepted the bowl Mo’at handed you and began placing the paste on his wound, which caused him to yelp out in pain.

“Aww does the baby need a kiss on the boo boo?” Spider said as stood behind him, taunting him as Lo’ak finally came to join the group.

“I would use yamna bark.” Kiri interjected.

“Oh you would? And who is Tsahik?” Mo’at said while smiling at her granddaughter.

“You are grandmother-move.” She nudged her younger brother out of the way. “You are grandmother. But it stings less.”

You scoffed at her comment.

“I think he should remember this sting for when he wants to do something reckless.” The tent laughed as you continued to apply the medicine.

After things had settled down you sat yourself on the edge of the cave, looking out into the night. It didn’t take long for Neteyam to join on the edge. His thighs touching yours while his eyes scanned your face.

“What’s on your mind, yawntu?”

Your cheeks flush at the nickname. After all this time you still couldn’t get used to it.

“You could have gotten really hurt today Nete, Lo’ak too. Or worse-“

His hand moved to the back of your neck, making you turn to him.

“Hey, I’m okay. With the help of you and my grandmother’s painful remedy.” The two of you chuckled.

“You don’t need to worry. I’ll stay out of trouble, I wouldn’t want this pretty face to be stained with tears.” His thumb moved to gently stroke your cheek, making you smile.

Times like these you really thought he reciprocated your feelings. But he was just being nice, right?

Translations

Yawntu- loved one