#I finally finished these after many computer freezes

[oscarwetnwilde]

Surviving Disaster: Fastnet Yacht Race (2006)- James Wilby as David Sheahan.

[propertyofwicked]

YOU OWE ME - LN

warnings: none, just fluff (inspired by that one CL stream). this is so short pls forgive me

(also, anyone else seen the pics of lando in aus? FERAL for that man.)

“tier 1 sub - max can you tell lando to get off his computer and let me in the flat please im freezing” max reads out, bursting into laughter, “youre in trouble mate.”

max hears a travelling shout of swearing, getting quieter as lando’s headset is thrown to the desk and his entire body hurtling towards the front door.

“shit shit shit shit,” lando shouts, his fingers struggling with the keys left on the inside of the door. finally he manages to unlock the door and pull it open to see his girlfriend, rosy cheeked and a less than impressed expression.

“lando, how many times have i said to take the keys out of the door if you lock it and im not home - especially if youre not going to answer your phone.”

“im sorry baby, im sorry i know - i forgot,” he mumbles, his hands taking yours and bringing them to his face. he flinches slightly at the sheer coldness of your fingers, “do you want a drink? hot chocolate? tea? coffee? it’ll warm you up”

“i’d love a cup of tea,” you smile sadly, shrugging your horribly thin jacket off. honestly, with the typical english winter, your jacket was almost useless in combatting the cold winds anyways. you move to follow lando into the kitchen, watching him fill the kettle and move to grab a mug from the cupboard.

“come here,” you say, opening your arms slightly for lando to move into. he moves to you instantly.

“you’re not angry at me?”

“no, i am. youre just warm” you say, looking up to smile at him. his hands fall to your waist, gripping your hips and hoisting you up to sit on the counter, but he doesn’t move back into your embrace. instead, his arms move to take his hoodie off himself, and pull it over your head.

“better?”

“slightly,” you're still smiling at him as you adjust the hoodie - lando can tell you're not angry at him, just slightly irritated.

“the heating’s on, my office is warm - you wanna go sit in there whilst i finish your tea, angel?” he asks, his hand stroking your cheek, “max is on call if you wanna talk to him for a bit? he’s streaming but you already know that,” he grins, his tongue sticking into the side of his cheek.

“i think max’s chat deserve to know how bad of a boyfriend you are,” you joke, hoisting yourself off the counter, ready to march on in and complain to the stream. lando’s hand catches your arm, spinning you back into his chest. his hand comes back to your cheek, and tilts your head back.

“im sorry baby, you know i am,” he frowns slightly - you reassure him that he is forgiven by pressing a small kiss to his lips. once again you go to move, but he pulls you back in, kissing you again - repeatedly pecking kisses all over your face and eventually your lips. his tongue swipes your bottom lip, begging for more. you pull your head back slightly, desperate to go and rat him out to max but his teeth nip down on your bottom lip again to prolong the connection.

“i don’t think so, lan,” you giggle, smiling up at him again. lando groans and swears you almost skip your way to his office, excited to tell max as he prepares for a night of grovelling.

“max. you’ll never believe this man,” you sigh, after popping lando’s headset on your own head.

“y/n! how are you?”

“freezing, max. and £10 poorer now i’ve had to sub to your twitch to be let into my own flat.”

“oh yeah, thanks for the sub,” max laughs out, looking at the chat, “it’s ok, chat reckon you should invoice lando for the inconvenience.”

“i think i might have to you know, although he’s making me a cup of tea right now and i might be able to pout my way into a takeaway tonight.”

“y/n that man is so whipped i don’t think you need to pout your way into him doing anything for you,” he responds, his emphasis on anything making you grin slightly.

minutes later, lando comes into the room, using his foot to kick the door open in front of him, his hands full with your mug and your lip balm. hang on, lip balm?

“here you go baby,” he says, placing the mug down on the coaster on his desk, “i put honey in it for your throat, and i brought your lip balm ‘cos your lips are dry,” he grins as he hands you the lip balm.

“my lips wouldn’t be dry if you’d answered the phone the first time i rang you,” you say, the eye roll evident in your voice, even to max who couldn’t see your face.

“hang on, y/n, how does he know your lips are dry?” max interrupts, his laugh travelling through the headset.

“because max, when two people love each other very muc-”

“ew stop it,” lando interjects, as he sets up a second set of headphones to join in the chat.

“he’s trying to regain my love with physical affection.”

“i can tell from your tone that it’s not working.”

“well, after that ‘ew’ i think i may have to revoke all physical affection.”

“you wouldn’t,” lando gasps, his hands dramatically clutching his chest.

“order dominoes and ill reconsider. you owe me.”

“yeah lando, and send her £10 to cover the cost of the twitch sub,” max shouts, siding with you, “chat also think you should, as a courtesy.”

you don’t say anything, but turn to look at him, puppy dog eyes and a pout to complete the look.

“fine! fine,” he laughs again, holding his hands up in surrender, “i was going to offer anyways.”

“sure you were,” you and max manage to say simultaneously.

-

an hour later, your food had arrived and your saying goodbye to max and his chat, as lando goes to the door. however, by the time you shuffle into the living room, lando has began setting up netflix, sat next to a mound of blankets he’d brought in from your bedroom.

“hey you, come ‘ere,” he says, leaning his back against the arm of the sofa and tapping the space between his legs. once you were settled, your back resting on his chest, he leans to grab the pizza box on the coffee table in front of you - it went down quickly.

“funny how hungry you get when you’re left shivering in the freezing cold for hours," you think out loud.

“it wasn’t hours and i didn’t do it on purpose y/n,” lando whines, scoffing slightly at the time embellishment, absentmindedly playing with your fingers as he did.

“i know baby, i’m sorry. you’re forgiven,” you start to feel bad for him. he presses a kiss to the top of your head, before manoeuvring you both further down the sofa until he’s laying completely flat, and you roll over so that your head can lay on his chest. the two of you lay in silence for a few moments, the tv still playing quietly in the background, and you feel his chest moving with every breath.

lando's hands wander underneath his your hoodie, and begin to trace small shapes on your skin, making you shiver slightly. then, a thought hits you.

“someone needs to make a compilation of F1 drivers accidentally locking their girlfriends out because they’re streaming,” he laughs as you say it, your whole body shaking from the shuddering of his laughing, "it seems to happen more than you'd think."

“hey! i wasn’t streaming - max was, i was just there. AND! i paid you back, charles never paid his girlfriend back for the sub.”

“oh, aren’t you generous.”

[muwapsturniolo]

✯CYBER SEX✯

THEE MUWAPGUCCI COLLAB PT 1

IN WHICH… Matt and Chris Sturniolo are just two inexperienced losers.

Lemme see you beat it, I'm feelin' just like Mike 

Warnings: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD! NO ACTUAL SMUT BUT MENTION OF PORNOGRAPHIC MATERIAL AND BODY PARTS.

Humming is heard within the dark room, followed by the sound of typing and the clicking of a mouse. Matt's eyes dart across the screen, his glasses perched upon his nose. He was currently in his room, dressed in grey sweatpants and a long-sleeved crewneck. He was attempting to finish his paper that was due in a week, always eager to stay on top and ahead of the game when it came to his studies. However, he was distracted, his eyes periodically darting to the top of his screen.

9:00

9:30

10:00

10:30

He quickly saves his paper and goes to the website he has logged on to so many times.

Chaturbate.

A pornographic website providing live webcam performances.

He found the site a couple of months ago by accident. He was on his computer, looking up websites to help him write his paper when one of the sites opened up a separate tab with the erotic webpage. He was shocked to see multiple freeze frames of girls in lingerie or having sex.

Even though he lived alone, he felt like he was going to get caught. He quickly slammed his laptop shut. Now he wasn’t a prude, he didn’t care if people had sex,

But he himself has never done it, he hasn’t even touched himself.

Out of curiosity, he slowly opened the laptop again. He hesitated when scrolling through the pages, his eyes analyzing the multiple streams. Even though he could feel his pants tightening, none of the girls called out to him,

Until he found her.

It was a freeze frame of her in a baby blue lingerie set, smiling as she held a phone. He didn’t know what it was about her that caught his attention, but he found himself clicking on her stream.

That was the first night he had ever touched himself.

Since then, he has made it a tradition to touch himself every Thursday night when she goes live.

He logs in with ease, his password and username already being saved. His heart skips a beat as he sees the pink dot next to her name, signaling she's on and live. He clicks on the stream and watches as his favorite girl's smile greets him.

"Hi everyone." she's sitting on her bed, her body covered in a lavender lingerie set. "I know you guys will be mad at me, but this will be a very short stream, only 20 minutes." Matt's smile visibly deflates.

20 minutes? She’s only going to be live for 20 minutes?

He debates on just closing out of the stream, but he can’t find it in himself to do so.

“Aww guys, I promise I will make up for it! Maybe I’ll pull out the fucking machine in my next stream.” He can feel his pants tightening at the thought of her using the machine.

“But, I wanted to tell you guys that I have a surprise for you! Any guesses?” He watches as her eyes dart across the screen, reading the comments flooding in. “These are good guesses, but no one has gotten it yet. 2 more minutes and then I’ll tell you.”

Usually, Matt never comments, always preferring to be a silent viewer but, he wants to change that tonight.

Megamattsturn: does it involve us possibly meeting you?

He watches as her eyes light up and she giggles.

“Megamattsturn seems to have the right idea. You’re a smart boy aren’t you?” He sucks in a sharp breath at the praise, his pants tightening even more.

“I’m hosting a competition for you all! Before I describe what the competition is, it is-“ Matt gets distracted by the way her glossed lips catch in the light, the particles of glitter shining off the pink LED lights in her room. He could only imagine the glittery residue on his dick after she sucks him off.

“-So finally the competition! I know most of you have begged to meet me, even though all you want to do is have sex with me, so I thought I would extend the offer.” Matt perks up, his interest peaked.

“One of you will have the opportunity to take me on a date, and if I feel comfortable enough, maybe one of you will get lucky.”

Matt watches as the chat blows up with men and women already begging to be picked.

“So after I end the stream, a link will be available on my account that will take you all to the form. As I stated previously, it is $50 to enter. The form asks basic questions. Name, age, height, what your interests are sexually, if you have any STDs, and where you are located. At the end of the form, you do have to submit a video of yourself explaining why you think you should be the one to take me out on a date. And because I refuse to take anything small, I would like a video of your-.” She trails off with a smirk.

“Does anyone have any questions?” She waits a few moments and sees that everything is good, before giving the stream one last smile and logging off.

The page reloads and it takes him back to her account page. Sure enough a pink link is in her bio.

He hovers his mouse over it, getting ready to click it when he backs out. He shakes his head and clicks out of the tab, standing up and walking out of his room.

“Be serious Matt, she wouldn’t pick you anyway.” He mumbles as he grabs a water bottle out of the fridge. He walks back into his room and decides to try and finish his essay.

He struggles to stay on topic, the idea of the competition still lingering in his mind. He groans and saves his essay before shutting down his computer. He figures he will work on it tomorrow and just go to bed for now. He turns his lights off and lays down in his bed, his mind racing.

Matt sits in the campus library trying to do his homework, except his mind is clouded with the thoughts of the competition. It’s been a few days since the competition was announced and it’s all he could think about.

It’s pissing him off.

He wasn’t able to concentrate on his studies, he couldn’t pay attention in class, he couldn’t even listen to his music without thinking of this god-forsaken competition.

Deep down he wants to enter, he truly does.

He has the opportunity of a lifetime to take the girl in his dreams on a date, but there’s one problem,

He’s never been on a date, and he’s never even touched a girl.

He’s a virgin.

He just started masturbating a few months ago and now he might lose his virginity? There’s too much for him to think about.

He groans in aggravation and slams his book shut, snatching off his glasses and rubbing over his face. With a deep sigh, He leans back in his chair with crossed arms, staring down at the book in front of him.

He needs to get this sorted out before it really starts to affect his schoolwork.

Suddenly, a group of girls walk into the library and take a seat at a table next to him. He fights the urge to roll his eyes, the fact that they sat next to him when there were multiple empty seats all around pissing him off to no end.

He tries to shake off the frustration and opens his book again, grabbing his pencil and taking notes.

“Can you believe he sent me a picture of his dick?” This conversation took Matt by surprise, his note-taking stopping abruptly. “A picture?” One of the other girls responds. Matt tries to ignore them, but he can’t help but listen in.

“Yes! He sent the typical ugly-ass dick pic just holding it! Like bro, send a video from a good angle and let me hear you moan!” The girl exclaims rolling her eyes. The other girls laugh before switching to another topic, but Matt is still stuck on the previous one.

He knows he shouldn’t have listened in on the conversation, but they were telling him good information.

Girls don’t like awkward dick pics, they prefer videos of the guy jerking off and moaning. His cheeks begin to warm at the thought of sending a risqué video like that.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts by one of the girls turning to him, “hey you?”

Matt turns and look at them awkwardly, he can barley hold eye contact with them, his eyes looking everywhere but theirs. “Y-yeah?” His stutter makes one of the girls giggle. “You’re a guy right?”

“I-I would hope so…” He mumbles setting his pencil down.

She moves closer to him, her phone in hand. “Good, because maybe you could help me with this.” She unlocks the phone before shoving it in his face. Matt’s eyes widen seeing the picture of the dick, he quickly turns his head.

“Why do guys send pictures like this? Like it’s so ugly and does nothing to turn us on!”

Matt shrugs not really knowing what to say, “I-I don’t kn-Have you ever sent a picture of your dick? What angle did you take it from?” She cuts him off mid-sentence, taking a seat next to him.

Matt can’t belive how open this girl is asking him these questions. He couldn’t even sit through health class but she’s bold enough to ask him about his dick pic experience?

“I’ve n-never sent a picture like that…” He trails off, finally looking at the girl. She was pretty tall and had all the right curves in all the right places. “Really? You have never taken a dick pic?”

He shakes his head, nervously adjusting his glasses, “I have the opportunity to send one though….I-I just don’t know what to do.” He finds himself awkwardly admitting to his situation. All the girls stare at him with wide eyes.

He’s never sent a dick pic? He's a 21-year-old guy in college and he never took or sent a dick pic?

Their studies are quickly forgotten as they help educate Matt on taking the best picture and video. He thought the girls would judge him on his lack of experience, but they were all helpful and open-minded, claiming that if he is going to send one, he needs to make sure it’s actually pleasing.

Matt’s listening to everything they are saying, taking mental notes as well as real ones, so he won’t forget when it comes time. The girls find it adorable how actively he’s paying attention, asking questions that are questionable, but somehow still remaining polite.

"Aww, guys! We are like his older sisters teaching him how to get a girl!" One of the girls gushed. They all fall out into laughter, finding the statement true. They decide to pack up and leave since it's getting late out. They walk out of the library, holding arms with one another, Matt included.

The girls don’t care about him being a boy, they could tell in the short time frame they knew him, he was truly a nice guy. He was just shy and a bit awkward, but he was genuinely sweet.

They say their goodbyes and Matt begins to drive to his apartment. He catches a red light and leans back in the seat, a smile on his face. his phone buzzes making him look down.

Chaturbate message from lovely/n: Hey everyone! Just wanted to remind you that the link expires in one day! Make sure you enter! I’m excited to see the faces of my viewers!!

A new-found confidence surges through Matt,

He's going to enter the competition.

With his adrenaline pumping, he rushes through the door of his home, throwing his bag down on the counter and making his way to his bedroom. he plops down in front of his monitor and turns it on, quickly going to the taboo site and opening up her page.

Once again he hovers over the link, the little voice in his head telling him not to do it, telling him he wouldn't even get picked.

He shakes his head and clicks on the link. The screen reloads and a pink page pops up, a bright message is displayed, enticing everyone to submit their entry.

Matt scrolls down and clicks on the hot pink enter button.

Trying not to second guess himself, he begins to fill out the form

Name: Matt Sturniolo

Username on Chaturbate: megamattsturn

Age: 21

Height: 5'8

Location: LA

Hobbies:

Matt sighs in frustration. He was never good at telling people what his hobbies are, his mind always drawing a blank at the question. He goes through the list of things he likes doing and chooses a few that seem more appealing.

Hobbies: I really love writing, I'm actually majoring in film because I love to journal and I would love to turn my thoughts and feelings into movies, or even music videos. I also like to play video games... I know it's a bit cringy but it brings me a sense of nostalgia since I would play with my brothers all the time. I also really love the Lego sets you can build and keep, my favorite was the bonsai tree.

Tell me about yourself: I'm a triplet, the middle one to be exact. One of my brothers goes to college in NYC, while my other brother goes to college in Chicago. I'm originally from Boston MA and I have a dog named Trevor back in Boston.

Sexual interests:

He hesitates, he's not sure what he's into sexually. He's never experimented but he believes he would be open to it.

Sexual interests: I'm not too sure. I do believe I would be open to almost anything within reason.

What would our date look like?:

This form has to be mocking him, constantly reminding him that he is the least experienced person there is. It might as well call him a loser. He wants to back out so bad, but he's almost done so he keeps going.

What would our date look like?: I'm not a fancy person, so I wouldn't take you to some fancy dinner unless that's what you would like. I would most likely take you to some type of fair or arcade so I could win you something. Then we would sit somewhere with food and just talk. it's not the greatest date but I think it would be fun.

Submit your video here:

He stares at the pink words, his heart beating in his ears.

"Ok, you can do this Matt! come on!" He hypes himself up. He quickly sets up his phone and presses record.

He smiles at the camera shyly, not making eye contact.

"Umm, hi Y/n... I'm going to try and keep this short because god knows I'll ramble due to me being nervous-" he takes a deep breath before continuing.

"The reason for this video is to answer the question 'why I should be the one to take you on a date.' And my answer is that I don't really know. If I'm being completely honest, none of us, the viewers, deserve to be in your presence. I mean we watch you take your clothes off and play-" he cuts himself off, looking away from the camera with flushed cheeks.

"Not that it's wrong that you do any of that, but in retrospect, we all seem like perverts for watching you do so... umm if I'm being completely honest I've never been on a date before and that's probably a huge turn-off but yeah." He trails off. He doesn't know what else to say so he ends the video. He watches it back and internally cringes at how awkward he looks.

He deletes the video and decides to try again

and again

and again

and again

"Take 5," he mumbles to himself, pushing his chair back.

"Ok, hi Y/n-" he runs a hand through his hair and fixes his glasses. "-this is like my fifth time making this video and honestly, I don't know. There's honestly no reason you should even be giving us a chance at all to go on a date with you. I've never deen on a date before, so I can't tell you why I should be the one to win. I just know you're really pretty, and I would love to treat you out to a fun night, even with no sexual favors involved." He finally looks back at the camera.

"And yeah, that's all I have to say." He ends the video, watching it over before deciding this is the one he wants to use. He sends it to his desktop and adds it to the form.

submit special video <3 :

"don't panic it's just a video... of you touching yourself." He slams his hand down on his desk in frustration. All his previous confidence whisked away as quick as it came.

"You're such a fucking loser Matt! Why can't you just send the fucking video?" He hits himself on the forehead a couple of times, attempting to knock some type of confidence into himself. he needs to calm down, if he keeps getting this worked up he's eventually going to back out completely.

He gets an idea.

He stands up and rushes out of his apartment, knocking on his neighbor's door. His neighbor was some older guy who always had some type of alcohol in his hand.

Now, Matt has never had a drink of alcohol, but he's heard of liquid courage and he needs any type of courage he can get at this point.

The neighbor answers, looking at Matt in confusion. "What's good bro?"

"I need alcohol," Matt states bluntly. The neighbor raises a brow and takes a sip from his beer. "Aren't you 21?"

"Y-yeah but I need some now and I-I know you always h-have some." The neighbor shrugs, not really caring.

All Matt remembers is stepping foot in the apartment and taking a shot. Next thing he knows, he's clumsily setting up his phone and crashing back onto his bed, pulling his laptop with one of her previous streams loaded closer to him.

He starts recording and presses play on the stream, his hand wrapping around the base of dick.

He whimpers softly as he begins to jerk himself off, the alcohol in his system making him even more sensitive than he already is.

“F-fuck Y/n”

AHHHH MY FIRST COLLAB WITH MY POOKIE @guccifrog!!!!!! GO READ HER PART RN IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY! THIS IS A THREE PART COLLAB SO TUNE IN NEXT WEEK FOR PT 2!!!!

MWUAH, PEACHES 🍑

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[loveliestlovelygirl]

after hours

boss!anakin x secretary!reader

synopsis: since you slept together, anakin, your boss, has been acting pretty much normal around you. on occasion he flirts with you and leaves you little gifts. but you start to question if he sees you as little more than an office plaything.

w.c: 1.2k

highlights: {minors dni} requested anonymously, sexual content and themes, power imbalance, infidelity mentioned, explicit language, brief mentions of domestic abuse

Every single shift after you made the terrible decision of sleeping with your boss, you find a purple rose on your desk. And you have collected enough to make a bouquet which stands in a tall glass right beside your computer. Neither of you have had much time to talk about what happened afterwards. He’s been caught up in his work, and you’ve been caught up in managing his life and coffee orders.

Every time he passes your desk to get to his own office, he flashes his smile and gives you a little wink, letting you know that he hasn’t forgotten what happened. But you don’t know why he seems uninterested in talking about it. You’re too afraid to bring it up to him because… well, he’s your boss. And you’re not exactly sure of where you stand with him anymore. The dynamics of your professional relationship is just as fucked up as you had been on your desk only last week.

God, it’s embarrassing to remember how many documents were destroyed in the hurricane that had been desperate sex with Anakin. You wonder how long it had been since he’d fucked because he acted as though he was deprived. Considering his tumultuous relationship with his beauty queen wife, it all added up though. He needed a release. And you held your legs wide open for him.

It wouldn’t surprise you if he sees you only as a quick fuck, an office plaything to entertain himself with when his wife is upset. Each time you imagine that likely reality you chip off a piece of your self-image.

When he walks through past your desk this morning to begin the day, Anakin stops at the entrance to his office and turns to you. “Mind staying late today?”

You narrow your eyes at him slightly. “Why?”

He freezes for a moment as if he didn’t expect you to question his authority. “Well…” he crosses his arms, “Work stuff.”

You give him a sigh. Something is up. You can tell by the mischievous grin he wears as he looks at you. “I promised I’d meet my friends for drinks later.”

He opens his door a little wider to reveal his liquor cabinet. “I’ll make you one.”

“Are you asking me to have a drink with you?”

He gives you a shy smile and closes the door behind him. He knows you won’t chase after him. You’re too afraid to stand up to him. The dynamics have shifted even further in his favor now that you’ve slept with him.

You hit your hands against your face. You stupid, stupid girl!

Most people had left by five o’clock. The forty-floored skyscraper is a ghost town. As you wait at your desk for your boss to finish up, you swear you can hear yourself think. You nearly scream when he opens the door because you were lost in your thoughts completely. He waves you in, and he’s holding a red drink in his hand.

That’s your drink. A cosmopolitan. How’d he know that?

He hands it to you as you walk in. It’s love at the first sip. Apparently, the famous CEO is also a cocktail expert. 

“How is it?” he asks.

You sip slowly, pacing yourself. “Good. Thank you.”

Anakin offers you his office chair, burgundy, shiny faux-leather, and rolls across the floor as if it’s ice. As heat rushes to your cheeks, you accept his kindness and sit, crossing your legs daintily.

He steps over to his personal bar and pours himself a glass of wine. He swirls it around in his glass a couple times before taking a big sip. Then he turns to you again.

“So,” he mutters.

You smile. “What work stuff did you wanna go over.”

Anakin stands in front of you as if to purposefully occupy your entire view. He takes another sip before finally answering.

“Fine. You’ve got me. Not work stuff.”

You mask your surprised expression by sipping on your own drink. Honestly, you don’t know what to say. Maybe it’s stupid, but you don’t want to assume it’s to talk about your intimate encounter though you wouldn’t mind trying it again. You’ve started wearing matching lingerie every day to work.

“I was hoping…” he hangs his head as he grabs your hand, “we wouldn’t be a one-time thing.”

“What are you asking for, Anakin? Sex?”

With a grin on his lips, he glances up at you again. “You. That’s what I want.”

You set your glass on his desk with a white clink echoing through. “Just me?”

“Just you,” he repeats. “All to myself.”

“You know, I could have a boyfriend,” you say standing up, facing him.

“Well… I hope he doesn’t mind that you’re going to be working overtime…” he pauses and sets his drink beside your glass, “almost every night.”

Of course, his arrogance shouldn’t turn you on like it does, the presumptuousness of his assumption that you’ll be spending every night with him. But it works on you. His unbreakable confidence in everything he does amazes you, and you fall harder somehow. You throw your arms around his neck, and he leans your body back, his hands cupping your ass, and he kisses your deeply. His lips taste of sweet wine and the cigars he smokes sometimes. You chase his tongue into his mouth. And he likes it.

His hands start to lift the edges of your pencil skirt, seeking you. You push back to stop him. You want to take this slowly. Not like last time. Last time was messy and fast. You were swept away by the most animalistic passions.

This time you want to savor him. Savor his touch, the way he feels against your skin, the taste of his body, and the scent of his cologne.

You start with his tie, pulling it down from the back of his neck. It���s blue silk a little darker than his eyes. You unbutton his white dress shirt, slowly revealing the skin beneath decorated by curly hair. Against your fingers, it’s downy soft. You nuzzle his chest with your nose and with your mouth and with your tongue.

He rolls his shirt off and it falls behind him to the floor. Next, you deftly tackle his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it through the loops. The metal clatters on the hard floor, but you don’t stop.

In your last encounter, all he managed was to rip your panties off and unzip his fly. He could hardly wait to get inside you. And it had been a tight fight, even with his attempts to ready your body.

This time you fully undress each other and fully embrace your natural states during this intimate meeting. Anakin admires your body, rubbing his hands up and down the sides of your hips, savoring your breasts. 

You like this softer side to him. The life he lives has hardened him. You have to be cutthroat to survive. And you know he’s done things he’s not proud of.

But you know his heart. And right now, his heart is for you.

He’s looking down at you in the same way he used to towards his wife. All you can hope for is that his feelings for you will last.

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[silhouetteonpaper]

The Right Path

Summary: When a new opportunity is handed to you, the decision between Avenging or choosing a new path weighs on you. But there’s a matter even more pressing than what you want; what will the team think? Wanda Maximoff x Reader WC: 1,711 Warnings: None

The Right Path

The email sitting unread at the top of your inbox makes your heart skip a beat. You’ve been waiting months to hear back from the one college you applied to, and finally the answer that decides your future sits waiting to be opened.

New Status Changes To Your New York City College Application, the subject line reads. Holding your breath, you click it. Your lungs burn as the email’s contents forces you to log into the college portal to see the application’s status. The formal letter opens, your eyes scanning the message. Many applicants this year… wanting students that excel… we are pleased to accept your application!

You nearly fall off of your desk chair at the sight of getting accepted into your dream school. Studying your favorite subjects, making new friends, adventuring into the city as a student, it all filled you with excitement.

As much as you love being an Avenger, you’re one of the youngest and have been longing for that last taste of adolescence. You’ve always wanted to go to college, but it was hard to say if that’d ever be a possibility. After finishing high school you took a year off and became an Avenger full time, but you never felt like it was the right life for you.

Sure you’re a great asset to the team, but you have no doubt they can handle themselves if you decide to take a different path. At least you hope, now dreading the idea of telling them you got into your dream school.

What if they force you to stay on the team? What if they don’t think it’s safe to go back to school? A cascade of anxiety spins in your mind, making you suddenly doubt your own choices. But there’s no time to worry as Tony calls an important meeting, leaving you to shut your computer and head to the conference room.

The soft smiles of your friends greet you as you sit in one of the various office chairs around the large table. Caught in between Natasha and Wanda, you turn your attention to Tony at the head of the room.

You can feel Wanda’s eyes burning into you, making you shift in your seat as her gaze seems fixated on your expression. Trying to hide any of your previous worried thoughts, you fully focus in on the meeting.

Tony drones on about mission reports, the usual debrief banter, eventually moving onto future planning. “Captain, you’re still good for that July mission down east? We’ll get you a place with a pool and everything,” Tony teases, soon turning his attention to you. “And I have you down for an international stakeout in August, are you free for that?”

You freeze, knowing college would start in August. Now’s your chance to tell everyone, but for some reason you just can’t do it. Your mouth opens, but the wrong words come out. “Yeah, sounds good,” Is all you can manage to say. Dammit.

Wanda’s eyes continue to stick to you until she’s addressed, leaving you to sink a little further into your chair. You just made a huge mistake: committing to a government level mission when you’d rather go to college. There’s no turning back now.

As the meeting comes to a close you’re quick to stand and head towards the door, but not before a certain strawberry blonde gets in your way. “Everything okay?” Wanda questions after stepping in front of you. Trying to make the best eye contact possible, you nod.

“Everything’s great.” You lie, offering a smile and praying she isn’t reading your mind. Wanda returns the nod slowly, stepping aside to let you go. Exhaling with relief, you move on with your day and hope things work themselves out.

A few days pass and you’re back in the conference room, ready to give a presentation on your specific findings and analysis from a past mission. After plugging in your laptop to the large screen and pulling up your slide deck, you’re ready to begin.

“Alright, so in Prague we found the same toxins used in that unknown chemical compound from the lab in Austria,” You explain to the group. “We know they have to be linked not only from their similar structures, but also from the clues leading the two organizations together.”

You tap to the next slide, a few diagrams of similar chemical compounds now displaying. “The isotopes here have similarities in their parent isotope when we put the two side by-“ Your explanation is cut short by a ding. Quickly looking up to the corner of your screen, you see a new email notification has come through. Once again forgetting to put your computer on Do Not Disturb, the entire room can see the subject line.

Make A Decision On Your NYCC Application is splayed in large letters. You quickly clear your throat and move on, continuing from where you left off in hopes no one noticed. “It’s interesting to see how these two structures could be so similarly multi-faceted when created under different organizations,” You move on to the next slide.

Suddenly, a voice interrupts before you can continue. “What’s interesting is New York City College sending you emails about an application,” Tony comments. The entire group’s attention is now solely focused on the email, the isotopes no longer of any interest.

You exchange a glance with your laptop, sighing as you realize there’s no way out of this. “I got accepted.” You state blatantly, an unimpressed expression on your face. Your nerves turn to confusion when the entire team lights up with joy.

“That's amazing!” Wanda exclaims with raised eyebrows. Everyone adds in a few words of celebration before their further questioning. “Why aren’t you excited?” She inquiries.

You take a deep breath, now fully pulling yourself out of presentation mode. “I am, but I don’t know if I’m going to go,” you say admittedly. It feels wrong to leave the Avengers, especially after all they’ve done for you. But college is your dream, is there a right choice here?

“Why wouldn’t you? That’s an incredible opportunity,” Wanda expresses. You furrow your brows in confusion. She isn’t mad? Now looking across the table, you see that none of the Avengers are. Do they know I’d have to choose school over Avenging? You ask yourself, a bit surprised to see their eagerness over the news.

“I… I’ll have to leave the team if I choose to go,” You explain with a concerned expression. Those seated around the table exchange knowing looks, a few more obvious with their smiling faces.

“If it’s what you want,” Wanda shrugs, “you should go for it.” You look back to the floor, trying to process their reaction. No one is mad, no one is making a decision for you, it’s fully up to you. And if you had to pick between the two, you know exactly which one you’d choose.

“I really want to go to college. But… you guys aren’t disappointed?” You ask, just in case they were hiding some deep disagreement for the path you wanted to take. A few of the heroes shook their heads.

“Not at all. If anything I’m proud of you for choosing the right path for yourself.” Wanda comments. She can still sense your weariness though, and offers a few more words of consolation, “You’re an amazing addition to the team, so I’ll be sad to see you go. But I know you’ll do great things out there in the world.”

You smile while meeting her gaze, her words instilling some confidence in you. “I know it’s not as cool as saving the world… but yeah, I think college will be great for me.” You add while the entire team nods in agreement. Although it wasn’t clear at first, you’re now sure this decision is the right one.

August quickly approaches, and luckily a team of SHIELD agents happily takes over your assigned mission. None of the Avengers wanted to miss the special day: your move into college.

A few duffel bags full of your belongings are piled into the back of the SUV parked out front of your dorm building. Sam and Steve run back and forth, hauling your bags up and down the stairwell to your new room. Steve even sports a blue NYCC baseball cap as his way of showing school spirit.

The room isn’t anything special, just an average college dorm that lacks interior design. Tony’s unimpressed, but he’s not the one who has to live here. You don’t mind, already eager to unpack your belongings and settle in.

“You know, you can still stay at the compound if you want. I can have you driven to class every single day,” Tony offers as he swipes his finger across the dusty desk. You shake your head with a chuckle, perfectly content in this new space.

“Thanks, Tony. But this is where I want to be,” You respond with an affirming smile. Steve slaps Tony on the back playfully, placing his blue NYCC cap onto the billionaire's head. The team takes turns saying their goodbyes, soon leaving only you and Wanda to part ways. She looks at you with pride, but also with sadness.

“Are you crying?” You ask as her teary eyes become more clear. She laughs and tries to blink them away, but there’s no use as full tears begin to shed. Wanda moves forward to hug you, the embrace lasting for quite some time.

“You’re going to do great. And if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call, alright?” She voices as you both pull from the hug. You nod, now matching her teary eyes. You’re confident in her words, this is what you’ve dreamed of and it’s finally coming true.

As Wanda exits the room along with the rest of the team, you can’t help but let a few tears fall. You know you’ll miss them, but more than that you know this will be the best experience of your life. 

So as you watch the SUV pull out of the parking lot with one less passenger, your heart soars knowing a team of mighty heroes will always be there to support every path you choose to take in life.

[niki-phoria]

he's so SKDLNSKLNS

pairing: felix x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 700

includes: supportive chan, felix stress bakes, reader is stressed (about math), this is very self inserty oops

a/n: i'm in love with leon kennedy HELP

requests open !! read my rules first

felix picks up another brownie, taking a small bite out of it. the sweetness of the chocolate isn’t too overpowering and the texture is nice - but something still feels like it’s missing. 

he sighs, setting the brownie aside with all the rest. the countertops are completely covered in trays and containers filled with brownies at this point. despite hours of what feels like endless baking and far too many batches, none of them are good enough. not for you.

“felix?” he jumps a little at the sudden call of his name. after hours of baking in silence, another voice startles him more than he’d like to admit. chan stands in the doorway with a bag in hand and raised eyebrows. “what are you doing?” 

“baking,” he mumbles. 

“baking?” 

“for y/n.” felix sighs, glancing around the mess of a kitchen. “he’s been stressed lately so i wanted to make something for him but none of them are good enough.” chan sets his bag down, kicking off his shoes as he walks towards the boy. “i need it to be perfect, but they’re too sweet, or not sweet enough, or too hard, or soft, or-” 

“felix,” chan interrupts. he reaches over to place his hands on felix’s shoulders, forcing him to stop. “you know y/n. he’ll appreciate anything you give him. and all of this,” he pauses to gesture around the kitchen. “isn’t necessary. your baking is good. and your feelings are reciprocated.” 

felix’s face burns at chan’s last admission. he’s never been the best at hiding his feelings but he didn’t think his crush was that obvious. chan chuckles at his blush. he pulls away with a final pat on felix’s shoulder and a small smile. “bring him some brownies and tell him how you feel. it’ll be fine, i promise.” 

with chan’s reassurance, he nods. “one more batch?”

chan chuckles. “one more batch.” 

a gentle knock on your door interrupts you from your studies. you begrudgingly pull yourself away from your computer long enough to squint through the peephole and see who’s on the other side. felix stands there holding a container of brownies in his hands. 

you smile, opening the door for him. “felix!” 

“hi y/n,” he smiles. you set the container aside on your countertop before he pulls you into a tight hug. the affection is welcome after so long of staring at a set of math equations on your computer screen. “seungmin told me you’ve been stressed lately so i made you some brownies.” 

“thank you.” you pull away just enough to tug him towards your couch with you before making yourself comfortable next to him. you hold one out for him before taking one yourself. “cheers.” 

felix laughs as you press the treats together for a moment. he watches you carefully as you take a bite, anxiously awaiting your reaction. relief floods through him when your face lights up at the sweetness. he hides his smile behind a bite of his own. 

“lix, these are incredible!” 

“i’m glad you like them,” he chuckles. you finish the rest of the brownie quickly. felix finds himself staring at your lips as you continue singing praises about his baking. he unconsciously reaches out, interrupting you when his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. he’s gentle as he wipes away a stray smudge of chocolate from your face. 

you freeze, finding yourself entranced at his touch. his hand moves from your lip to your cheek, gently coaxing your face closer to his. “i want to kiss you,” you whisper. 

felix doesn’t reply. instead, he leans in even closer. your eyes flutter closed as he finally pulls you into a sweet kiss. 

his lips are softer than you expected. they fit perfectly against yours as you smile against him before finally pulling away. your smile grows at the sight of felix’s flushed face. “i like you,” he whispers. 

“i like you too.” you don’t waste any time in pulling him into yet another kiss. your computer lays forgotten at your desk as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, tugging him down to lay beside you. “movie marathon?” 

felix relaxes against your chest with a smile. “movie marathon.” 

[rustycopper4use]

Its Always Been You pt18

Kyoya’s Reluctant Day Out! Pt 18

(Kyoya x male reader)

 

 A soft hum of a fan fills the room, weakly blowing out air.  

   And here lies Y/n, despite his many efforts he couldn’t sleep. He’d blame the weather, he never really did well in the heat.

  He rubbed his eyes and groaned.

 His hand moved around before finding his phone. Turning it on as the white burned into his eyes.

   ‘2:00 am’

He scrolled through his contacts before sending a message.

 ‘Kyoya’

The message was left on read, he rolled his eyes.

 ‘Kyoya I know you’re still up’

Once again left on read.

 ‘I’m coming over’

‘The back door is unlocked.’

Y/n grinned before jumping out of bed.

   He hastily thrown on a hoodie and ran out the door. 

  The cool of the night greeted Y/n as he walked down the street. The slow glow of streetlights accompanying him.

  He turns the corner, looking up at the oh so familiar house. Quietly he walks to the back of the house, going towards the back door he turned the handle and walked in. 

  Heading towards Kyoya’s room a faint sound of typing was heard just beyond the door.

   He swings open the door.

 “So what are you working on, this time?”

Kyoya stared blankly, the computer light illuminating his face.

   “That bad huh?” 

   “ working yourself half to death cannot be good for your health.” Y/n notes, sitting on Kyoya’s bed.

   “It’s not ideal, however, it’s just a sacrifice I have to make to uphold the Ootori name.” He blankly states, pushing up his glasses.

  He continues typing away.

“If you say so.” Y/n lays on his bed, as a comforting wave of silence fills the room.

 As the two enjoyed each other’s company, after a brief amount of time, Kyoya closes his laptop, finally finished. 

  He gets up from his desk and hears towards his bed.

  He looks at Y/n, now passed out.

He takes off his glasses with a sigh and places them infront of the clock on his bedside.

  ‘5:03’

He lays next to him and gets the long needed sleep.

  The warmth of another person brought an odd sense of relief, as he drifts off.

——-

“-This might be one of my best ideas men!” A tall blonde bursts through the door, accompanied by the other hosts.

   “Kyoya time to get up-!” Tamaki stopped right in his tracks. And stared at Kyoya’s bed.

  Kyoya was still asleep, However that wasn’t the issue, on top of him was Y/n. Like his own personal weighted blanket.

“What’s the problem boss?” Karou looks over to the bed also, a devilish grin formed on his face.

  Hikaru pulled out his phone and took some photos. 

  “How scandalous! Didn’t know Kyoya had it in him.” The twins said with a smile.

 “You don’t think they-… that they….” Tamaki mumbled, mouth agape.

  “How cute!” Honey-senpai stood behind Tamaki.

  This was the straw that broke Tamaki.

 “MAMA!” He cried, awaking Kyoya.

 “How could you! After everything we’ve been through!” Tamaki cried. To a now very annoyed Kyoya.

  “Why are you in my room Tamaki..” kyoya grumbled feeling an oncoming headache.

   “Never mind that! Why is Y/n in your bed!” He shirked.

   “Why are you in my room.” He asked, trying to keep his voice down.

   “Tamaki-senpai wanted us to go to a commoners market, to better understand Haru-chan!” Honey-senpai chirped.

  “Don’t ignore me!” Tamaki butts in.

“Keep it down, Y/n is still alseep.” Kyoya harshly whispered, glaring at the blonde.

  He covers his eyes with his arm, wishing for the club to be just a bad dream.

   “Oh cmon! You can’t be in bed all morning! Today is the last day of summer vacation!” Tamaki whined.

  “Wake up..” Honey-senpai gently pulled on Kyoya’s arm.

   “Come on Kyoya.” The twins began to shake him.

   Y/n drowsily moved his head, having all the hosts freeze.

   He just cuddled closer to Kyoya’s chest.

A sigh of relief left the clubs chests.

 Kyoya moved his arm away from his eyes, and slowly sat up careful not to wake Y/n.

  “For your information we were up till 5AM  you morons. Which if you hadn’t noticed makes me less than happy about being woken up.” 

   A shiver ran up the clubs spine.

 “Kyo-chan isn’t much of a morning person huh?” Honey-senpai notes.

  “You have no room to talk.” Mori remarks.

  “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” Honey looks up at Mori.

“Okay, enough with the commoner shtick. If you formulaic halfwits feel like wasting all afternoon on worn-out old cliches, go right ahead and suit yourselves.” Kyoya grumble lying back down.

   “Well if that’s what you want…” 

 “Well you heard the man! Now let’s dress him to the nines and head to the expo!” Tamaki throws his hands in the hair.

   “What about Y/n?” Honey-senpai tilts his head.

   “Right, twins!”

The two stood up straight.

  “You can take care of Y/n.”

  “Yes sir!” 

The twins eagerly pry Y/n off of kyoya, dragging him to get ‘dolled‘ up.

   Karou pulls out an outfit and puts it on Y/n with a grin.

  “Doesn’t he look great!” The twins cooed.

  “Wait, where did you even get that outfit? We didn’t see in Kyoya’s closet.” Tamaki examined Y/n.

  “We’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to dress up Y/n! Instead of his poor excuse of fashion he usually wears.”  Karou grimace holding up Y/n’s hoodie, before throwing it out the window.

  After all that fuss the hosts carry the two towards Tamaki’s limo out front.

   As they throw the two, less than gracefully, into the car.

  Finally awaking Y/n.

 He rubbed his eyes.

“What’s going on?” 

 “You’re finally awake!” Honey smiled.

  “We’re taking you and kyoya to a commoners market!” Tamaki declared.

——-

“-and then they left you with me to babysit essentially.” Y/n sighed, as a less then please Kyoya sat on a bench.

He stood up, and rubbed his temple.

“I’m assuming you don’t have your phone on you either.” Kyoya sighed.

  “No. I’m pretty sure the twins took it.” Y/n looks around.

   “What should we do now-“

A small little boy ran into Kyoya’s legs, he lets out a whimper rubbing his head. Looking up at Kyoya he was greeted by a glared. He bursts into tears before running off to his mom.

  “Mama!”

 “Tamaki’s a deadman when I get my hands on him.” Kyoya huffed.

  Y/n let out a chuckle.

 “Kyoya-senpai?” A familiar voice called out.

  “Oh perfect, Haruhi!” Y/n smiled.

Haruhi walked closer to the two.

 “I didn’t expect to see you two here today.” Haruhi politely said.

  “How much money do you have on you Haruhi?” Kyoya bluntly spoke.

   “What?” Haruhi stared at Kyoya.

—— 

Later at a fast food joint….

“Kyoya-senpai, are you sure this is where you wanna eat? There are much nicer restaurants to choose from upstairs.” Haruhi nervously spoke.

  “Well you don’t have much on you, so our choices are limited. Just be sure to get a receipt. Tamaki will reimburse you tenfold.” Kyoya glared.

    Haruhi nervously nodded.

 “Haruhi its our turn.” Y/n brought Haruhi back to reality.

   “Oh! Uh, here, why don’t I just order for us. Do you two know what you want?”

  “You pick. Just get us lots of it.”

   Y/n nodded in agreement.

 “Oh uh okay..” Haruhi’s began to talk to the cashier.

   However the cashier seemed to entranced by the mysterious kyoya. Acting more friendly to them than the other customers.

   “Okay, coming right up. Would you be interested in adding one of our delicious desserts?” The cashier cheerily asked.

 “Thank you, no, I don’t care for sweets.” Kyoya flatly replied.

   “Before you decide, we have a new shake that’s absolutely-“ cashier began, starry eyed.

  “I have given you my answer.” Kyoya coldly glared at the girl.

  The cashier stiffened, a sense of dread fueled her senses.

  “Please be sure to include our receipt.” Haruhi squeaked out. Grabbing the food tray and going off to a table.

 “Kyoya-senpai, just because you’re in a bad mood today doesn’t give you the right go around talking to people like that. The poor girl was just doing her job.” Haruhi scolded.

   “She was being pushy, even after being told no.” Y/n grabs a burger.

   “Yeah but there’s no reason for acting like that. She’s supposed to do that.” Haruhi sighed.

   “Her job is to serve us food, not irradiate me with some weak sales pitch.” Kyoya adds, taking a bite of his food.

  Haruhi just stared at Kyoya eating.

“Now what?” Kyoya looked back.

  “Nothing. I just don’t think I’ve ever actually seen you eat before. Somehow I thought the experience would be more refined. I’m surprised stuff like this even appeals to you.” 

  “It doesn’t appeal to me in the slightest. No doubt, you’ll say I’m callous for admitting it, since you brought me this tripe.” Kyoya stoped to take a drink.

   “Of course I won’t.” She looked off to the side.

 “There’s an understanding between makers of food like this and those that eat it. Quality takes a backseat to convenience. Refinement isn’t part of the equation. It’s meant to be eaten quickly, besides no one of consequence is here to witness my momentary lapse of manners.” Kyoya explain.

  “Hey for the record, I’m saying it benefits me nothing to keep up appearances in a place like this. And that includes any special treatment I may give you here.” 

 “Oh really I would have never guessed that in a million years…” haruhi mumbled.

“Oh my gosh girls, that guy in the glasses is a total hottie.” A girl swooned to her friends.

  “You’re right he’s gorgeous!” Her friends agreed.

Y/n sighed, looking off to the side, the grip on his drink tightened.

   “Um, excuse me, I’m so sorry to interrupt. I was wondering if you’re not using that chair, can my friends and I borrow it?” She sweetly smiled.

   “Why not..” Kyoya sighed.

 “Thanks you so much that’s awesome!” Her friends blissfully giggled.

   “You’re quite welcome.” He flatly said.

 Y/n glared at the girls as they walked off.

 “You’re probably wondering how Tamaki and I compliment each other so well.” Kyoya spoke, catching Haruhi off guard.

  “The answer is simple-“ he smiled.

 “I have something to gain. There is no better motivator than self interest. I have to look out for number one, y’know.”

  “Tamaki-senpai would be heartbroken if he heard you say that.” Haruhi frowned.

   “Such a tragedy that Tamaki’s feelings are one sided.” Y/n joked.

  “On the contrary-“ he pushes up his glasses.

  “He’s understood our arrangement from the very beginning. The same goes for all of them. Hikaru, Karou, honey-senpai, Mori-senpai, and even Y/n. The glue that holds the club together is our mutual egocentricity. It’s the principle that drives the alliance between our families and ensures each of our futures.” He looks at Haruhi.

  “Though, well let’s just say there’s still quite a bit you don’t understand about that. Although Tamaki is a fool, and self sacrifice does come naturally to him. So I guess the point of this is, we are very different creatures.” Kyoya finished his monologue.

The three now wonder the mall.

 “Senpai? I thought you were going to take a taxi home.” Haruhi looked up at Kyoya.

  “I am, but while we’re still here Y/n wants to look around.”

  “Black pearls from ishigaki island. Odd to find them here, considering how much they go for.” 

   “You’re kidding, really? That’s incredible. How can you tell?” Haruhi looks to kyoya.

  “I am a product of excellent breeding.”

  “You make it sound like you’re some pure bred dog, give yourself a little more credit.” Y/n smiled, walking off with the others.

“So kyoya-senpai, why is it after all this time I still know nothing about your family?” Haruhi notes.

  “Because there’s really nothing for you to know about my family. At least nothing that should interest you.”

   “Well that seems to be a little unfair, don’t you think?” 

  “Just what do you mean unfair?”

“I mean that when it comes to my personal life you even keep tabs on who’s my father’s friends from work are while I barely have a clue about yours. So I call that unfair.”

  “That’s a very intriguing notion in its own way.”

 “Well you’ve got two older brothers, right? For starters, you could tell me something about them. What kind of people are they?”

  “They are rather exceptional. Enough so, that my father puts a lot of stock in them. Though as the third son, things work a little differently for me.”

  “I didn’t realize there was so much pressure on you to succeed.”

  “Pressure? Oh no, Haruhi, I cannot think of nothing more fun than this.”

Haruhi let’s out a sigh.

  “Dear me! Pieces from the Komatsu Shoin collection? I never thought that I would fine them here!”

  The voice grabs the attention of the three.

  “Why madam, you have astonishing eye!”

Kyoya glared at the interaction.

  “Kyoya-senpai?” Haruhi was ignored, as Kyoya walked up to the stand.

  “Just watch and see what happens.” Y/n grinned.

“Will all due respect, these are fake.” Kyoya bluntly spoke, interrupting the conversation.

  “Huh?” The lady looked at Kyoya.

 “Hey, get out of here kid, what do you think you’re doing?” The man snarled.

Kyoya picked up the bowl, analyzing it.

  “The shade of blue is strongly reminiscent of Shoin’s work, but looking closely around the base you’ll notice the colour graduation isn’t quite dark enough to be authentic. that and the laquer is too clear.”

  “That’s enough out of you, Mr. Expert! I will report you for obstructing my business!” The man spoked irked at kyoya.

  Kyoya flipped the bowl over looking at the bottom.

  “Just as I thought. The brush strokes on this seal are uncharacteristically broad as well.”

  “U-uh..” the man stammered.

  “For your sake, I hope you have a certificate-“ he looks at the man.

  “That is, if you still keep insisting it’s real.”

  “O-of course it’s real! I have the certificate at home.” He stuttered.

 Kyoya grins at this.

  “Ah, then surely you won’t mind if I call the Komatsu family right now to verify your claim. My own family has dealings with them for generations. It would be a matter of a minute.”

  “Wait you can’t do this!” The man gets dragged out by security.

“Young man, I can’t thank you enough.” The lady bows.

  “After everything you’ve told me senpai, stepping in on a complete stranger’s behalf seems a little out of character for you.” Haruhi spoke.

  “Hm? Oh, that? Well now, she’s hardly a stranger. You mean you don’t know? Her husband is the ceo of a major electronics company.” 

   “Huh?” Haruhi gasped.

“This is my first time meeting her personally, but that ring on her left hand is unmistakable. My family has dealings with her husband’s company.”

  Haruhi is just puzzled.

“Ah, one of the Ootori boys. Imagine running into you here incognito-“ she smiles.

  “The next opportunity I have, I’ll be sure to take advantage of your family’s beautiful health resorts.”

   “We’d be honoured.” Kyoya bows slightly.

Haruhi glared at Kyoya.

  “Hey haruhi.” Y/n whispered.

  “Hm?”

“Look at the stall she was just at, notice the flags?” He points .

  “The flags…- wait, he couldn’t have-“ 

“Hm hm!” Y/n smiled, walking over to kyoya now looking at a food stall.

“Hey Haruhi, did you know this?” Kyoya called out.

  “Did I know what?”

“Is melon the preferred flavour among snack makers?”

  “Huh?”

“It doesn’t make sense, the primary ingredient is corn, why go to the trouble of artificially making it taste like fruit? Seems counterintuitive.”

  “That’s an intriguing notion in its own way.” Haruhi spoke with a laugh.

  “Oh was I being funny?”

 “Earlier you were going on and on about how you and Tamaki-senpai are nothing alike. What you just said about the candy? It sounds just like him!” She laughs.

 “You think so? This does seem like something he and the twins would fawn over. Very well I’ll buy them. Haruhi your wallet.” Kyoya holds out his hand.

  “Oh yeah I forgot.” She goes through her purse.

  “Just be sure to get the receipt.”

——

“Hey senpai?” Haruhi sat down on a bench.

  “Why do you think that Tamaki-senpai is always so eager to help people when they’re in need?”

   “You mean when theres nothing to gain? Who knows.”

  “Maybe he gains the pleasure of just helping someone, just because.” Y/n sighed looking ahead.

  “So when you help someone, how exactly do you benefit from it? Money? Or reputation? Or is it more abstract? Because the way I see it, Tamaki-senpai gets something out of helping others, that doesn’t necessarily mean involving them paying him back. So maybe when you get right down to it, the two of you aren’t so different after all.”

  “Attention shoppers, this is an announcement for a lost child. Attention shoppers, this is an announcement for a lost child. A little boy named Kyoya Ootori is lost inside the store. Repeat Kyoya Ootori is lost. His guardian Suoh is waiting for him at the 2nd floor information counter.”

   “-Kyoya is 5’11”, tall with black hair and wearing prescription glasses.”

Kyoya pushes up his glasses.

 As y/n chokes out a laugh.

 “Kyoya’s guardian mentions he may or may not be travelling with Y/n L/n. Whose whereabouts are also unknown.”

“Oh you got to be kidding me.”

 “That damn idiot. I’ll kill him!” Kyoya glares.

  The three walk up to the second floor, finding the rest of the club.

“Kyoya! Y/n! There you are! We were so worried about you. Why is Haruhi with you?” Tamaki look at the group.

   “Better question is what’s with the dog?” Y/n stared at the blonde dog.

  “Isn’t she beautiful? I got her at this amazing place they call a pet shop!” The dog licks Tamaki’s face.

  “Hey, cut it out Antoinette!”

“How am I exactly like this moron?” Kyoya asked.

  “Maybe it’s the fact that you helped a stranger.” Y/n stands beside kyoya

   “She wasn’t-“

“You and I both know you didn’t see that ring through the stall. You’re not some terrible person, you still have a heart, why hide it.” Y/n grinned.

   Kyoya smiled lightly.

Haruhi stood back and watched the two.

  Then something clicked.

  ‘Oh she gets it now’

[helli-phy]

a/n:

hi hi hi!!! 🙊

this is my first actual fic. usually I write lil one shots.

I prolly won’t finish this one (I mean I think it’s only gonna be 5 chapters max.)

so um anyways

sweet dreams

onewaybroadcast (delulu vox x alastor)

chapter 1

Vox had what some would likely call a mild obsession.

A mild obsession with Alastor.

His rival.

His fucking rival.

The worst part was that Alastor didn’t even pay attention to Vox.

That just made the obsession worse.

2:35 AM

Vox had been locked in his room since he found out that the Radio Demon had come back after a brief seven years. He had thought, during Alastor’s absence, that he could get over it. But no. As soon as Vox had seen Alastor’s stupid shit-eating grin, he relapsed back into his old feelings.

Feelings.

Vox wasn’t even sure what feelings they were.

He just wanted Alastor to pay attention to him! He just wanted attention. Just attention. Attention. That’s all. Not affection, Vox kept telling himself. Just attention. I just want attention.

Of course, Valentino and Velvette had both tried to drag Vox out of his room, unsuccessfully. He refused to budge. He was lucky he was a sinner rather than a human, or he would’ve died of dehydration at this point.

Vox had even tried to drag himself out of bed, but couldn’t find the energy. He simply groaned and rolled over. Half his pillows were shredded and on the floor. A few of the many TV screens that blanketed Vox’s walls had been smashed. Thousands of dollars of keyboards, mouses, and computer parts scattered the floor, irreparably damaged. Vox himself had fallen into disarray. His eyes were manic, as was the cyan smile covering his screen. His coat hung loosely around his elbows, his upper body freezing and his arms sweating. He’d been having almost continuous panic attacks for the last week. If he hadn’t had a TV for a head, he probably would’ve been sobbing uncontrollably.

6:35 AM

Vox tried to breath. To calm down. Somehow, after a moment, it worked. He slowly sat up, the blanket that previously hugged him sliding off of his shoulders. He sighed. “It’s not even a big deal. It’s just.. Alastor. Just another demon. Pull yourself together, Vox.” He mumbled to himself under his breath. He fumbled, pulling off his coat and tossing it off of his bed, cringing as the unpleasant cold bled down onto his arms now as well. He precariously slid off his bed, trying not to step on any broken electronics or pillow stuffing. Vox continued tiptoeing around the mess, stumbling to his door and cracking it open. The scent of smoke hit his nostrils almost instantly and he gagged. “Fucking Val…” he mumbled.

He stepped out into the hallway, walking towards the stairwell before changing his mind and pivoting into the elevator. He pressed the button for the ground floor, wanting to get out of the V Tower and get a breath of fresh air. The elevator ride seemed to take an excruciatingly long time. Vox was left with his own thoughts again, accompanied only by the creaking of the elevator. When he finally heard the little thump of the bottom of the elevator hitting the ground floor, he hurried out the door. He made it halfway through the lounge before he heard Valentino’s annoying bitch-ass whiney voice.

“Hey, Voxy, darling~! You finally dragged that lazy ass of yours out of bed, mm~?” Vox sighed quietly in annoyance, turning to Val and hoping he couldn’t tell that the smile on Vox’s screen was very forced. Valentino thankfully didn’t seem to notice, or at least he didn’t care. He wrapped his bottom set of arms around Vox’s waist, much to Vox’s dismay and discomfort. He had to restrain himself from gagging as the stench of Valentino’s pheromone smoke invaded his nostrils. Val continued, unperturbed.

“Why don’t we go for a drink? Just you and me, yeah?” Valentino’s eyes narrow with a smirk. Vox had to hold himself back, as to not lash out and hit the cocky moth whore. Instead, he opts for a simple sigh to regain his composure as he slides out of Val’s arms, distancing himself and the freaky porn insect.

“I appreciate the offer, Val, but I don’t think alcohol is quite what I’m craving right now.”

Valentino snarled, blowing more smoke into Vox’s face. “Suit yourself. But I’ll be waiting until you change your mind, cariño.”

As Valentino pivoted out of the room, Vox let out a not-so-secret sigh of relief, realising his mistake as Valentino’s figure tensed slightly. Thankfully, he didn’t turn back. Vox stood in the lounge, alone with his thoughts again. At least Valentino’s little disturbance had gotten Vox’s mind off of Alast-

Vox groaned in annoyance as he remembered why he was even so worked up in the first place. Alastor.

He stepped out of the large double doors to the Vs Tower, breathing a sigh of relief as he felt Hell’s warm wind blowing against his skin. A familiar feeling, a grounding sensation after so long locked up in his room. In hindsight, maybe having a temper tantrum and flipping out and breaking his room in half wasn’t the brightest idea. Of course, it wasn’t a money issue, just a slight inconvenience, since now he’d probably have to call up an assistant to clean up the mess.

Vox started trotting happily along the sidewalk, no clear destination in mind as he hummed a quiet tune to himself, some jazz song he had heard a while back. He paused and scowled. Of course it was jazz. Why did everything have to remind him of the stupid Radio Demon? “Fucking hell,” he mumbled in frustration as he continued to walk along hell’s narrow streets. “Next time I see that fucking dipshit’s stupid yellow grin I’m going to-“

“Going to what, my dear?”

Vox whipped around at the sound of that stupid staticky voice. His eyes were wide, his cyan teeth barred in frustration.

“Alastor.” He said curtly, looking away uncomfortably as the cannibal demon stared straight at Vox’s eyes.

“Good to see you, old friend.” Alastor tilted his head to the side, his grin a mix of intrigue and mockery.

“Don’t start that shit with me, you-”Vox growls, being interrupted yet again by the Radio Demon.

“Ah-ah-ah, dear. It’s not very nice to start screaming at someone in the street.” Alastor somehow manages to smile wider, delighted as Vox lets out a clearly irritated sigh.

“You’re the one who came looking for me.” Vox snarled.

“Me looking for you? Hah! You’ve grown quite the sense of humour, my dear. I wasn’t looking for you. I was simply going on a walk when I spotted you. I assume you were doing the same, yes?” Alastor pats an increasingly agitated Vox on the head. They both try to ignore how Vox’s breath hitches slightly at the simplest touch of Alastor’s hand.

“I- w-well.. um…” Vox blinks awkwardly, his eyes wandering up and down Alastor’s body. He blushes, trying and failing miserably to act casual. He hated the fact that Alastor could break him like this with a simple pat on the head. “I was.. yes. Walking.” He cleared his throat, suddenly hyper-aware of how stupid he probably looked. He wished he hadn’t left his coat in his room. He looked so fucking indecent compared to Alastor’s constantly formal attire. His stupid red suit and radio cane and black pants and those dress shoes. God, those dress shoes. The stupid deer hooves printed on the bottom were so fucking stupid, Vox loved hated every part of it. He loved hated every part of Alastor. And those eyes, the fucking EYES-

Alastor laughed quietly, interrupted Vox’s train of thought.

“Well, my dear, I’m glad to see you aren’t still salty about the last time we had a disagreement.” Alastor pointedly looked at his clawed fingers. Vox exhaled in relief and another feeling he refused to acknowledge as the Radio Demon looked away from Vox’s flustered expression. He scoffed.

Part of Vox wanted to run away.

The other part, well… no such luck.

“The last time-? Oh- um…” Vox interrupted his own train of thought, his face flushing slightly as he remembered the time Alastor had almost beat him. “W-well… it was, um, seven.. years. Seven years ago. It’s been seven years.” Vox almost choked on his words after he realised how long it’s been. Seven years and I still haven’t got over this fucker? He cleared his throat, trying to clear his mind as well.

“Hm.” Alastor’s grin dropped slightly as he realised Vox was clearly not being affected by this interaction enough. At least, by Alastor’s standards. Vox felt like an idiot. He felt like a psychotic high school girl with a crush. “Well,” Alastor continued. “I suppose it was silly of me to think you’d still hold a grudge after all these years.”

Vox smirked, somewhat regaining his casual and smug demeanour. “What, you want me to hate you, Bambi?” He watched in amusement as Alastor’s ears flitted back in discomfort.

“Of course not, my dear. I believe it’s quite nice to not be hindered by a silly incident like that.” Alastor laughed. Vox expression darkened slightly. Silly incident? He thought. I almost died!

Vox simply responded with a monotone “I suppose.” Alastor’s ears slid back up to their usual erect position and he turned to go.

“Well, good talk, my dear.”

Vox wanted to call out, beg Alastor to stay, as he watched the deer’s twink-like frame saunter off into the hellish horizon. Instead, he simply sighed and watched until Alastor’s figure receded out of his line of sight. “God damn it,” Vox mumbled. “You know what? Fuck this.”

chapter 2!!!!

[tfp-lover]

39 w/ TFP Soundwave (sorry for not adding a name the first time)

Thank you for the ask! Not gonna lie, I didn't know what to write at first, so I held back on answering this. Then, when I finally got an idea and was just about finished, my computer died and erased everything! :D

I remember most of what I wrote, though, so it didn't take too long to rewrite it!

STARVE

Stupid Autobot humans, putting him into this whole mess. His leader is dead (killed by a scout no less), the Decepticons are captured, and he's stuck in this "shadowzone" with no apparent way out. Everything he tries to touch phases through his digits, almost as if he's a ghost, forced to watch his world crash and burn without being able to do anything. Even worse, his visor can't connect to the Nemesis's terminals anymore, so he can't remotely summon a groundbridge anymore either.

At least Laserbeak is here. She's been flying around for the last half a joor trying to help him find an exit while also keeping his mind from spiraling into unnecessary thoughts. Her beeps and squawks serve as a soothing background, helping him focus on figuring out a way to escape...whatever they put him in.

How did the humans figure this out before him? They're an inferior species to cybertronians, especially him. He's the third in command of the Decepticons, for Primus's sake!

Before he can dwell anymore on them, however, he gets an alert from his visor stating his and Laserbeak's energon levels. His anxiety rises even higher when he sees a blaring 62 percent looking back at him, as if mocking him even further about his situation. While he's got two more cubes of energon on him, he knows they won't last forever. He hurriedly signals Laserbeak to return. With a quick double barrel turn, she flies towards her creator and docks into his chassis with eons of practice. When she finishes, he doesn't even move an inch.

With his creation back, he opens one of the cubes and they drink about half, topping off his and Laserbeak's energon levels. With a quick reseal, he stows away the cube and focuses on the task in servo: getting the frag out of here.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Many solar cycles pass by and Soundwave's anxiety and frustration over his predicament grow. Laserbeak is worried now, too. No matter what he tries to calm her down, her anxiety comes back stronger, and she can't help but beep and squawk worriedly. They're also on their last half a cube, and an insistent 42 percent blaring from his visor isn't helping.

Trying to ease some of their shared tensions, he makes the begrudging decision to finish off their energon. He quickly opens the cube and drinks about half of what's left, then offers the rest to Laserbeak to finish. She oddly shakes her helm in refusal, though. He tries offering the cube to her more insistently, but he's met with the same shaking of her helm, squawking her denial loudly. Frustration seeps through his end of the bond towards hers. He demands to know why she's refusing to refuel, especially in a situation like this. With her helm held high, she beeps her explanation to him.

Soundwave freezes.

He's frozen for a good half a breem before he can finally move, but all he does is sit down on the cold, grey floor. He can't believe what Laserbeak is trying to do. He tries to reason with her, telling her that they'll escape, she's just got to be more patient. Laserbeak's sullen rebuttal though grates his audials and shatters what's left of his spark after four million years of war. He refuses to let her carry through with her decision, but no matter what he does, she doesn't refuel.

Laserbeak's lowering energon levels make his optics sting. Despite her frame weakening, she holds her helm high, just like Soundwave taught her when she was first sparked. He desperately tries making her change her decision, but his pleas are met on deaf audials.

Laserbeak detaches from his chassis. She weakly flies into his arms and pushes her field full of devotion and love into his. Soundwave wraps his slender arms and data cables around her, squeezing her tight. Laserbeak beeps weakly towards him, wanting to let him know that she'll be waiting for him in the Allspark along with Buzzsaw, Ravage, Rumble, and Frenzy.

As her beeps and squawks quiet, Soundwave's frame trembles and he has to take off his visor to let the tears that started to pool behind it fall onto her small frame.

With a last little squawk filled with love for her creator, her visor darkens, and her frame turns grey and motionless.

Soundwave can't seem to breathe. It's like all of his systems have stopped, but he himself is still trying to go forward. This time, without Laserbeak.

[eventhestarscanthideyou]

Chapter 1: A Crashed Star

I slowly feel my head snap up as the phone rings. I quickly reach and pick it up. "Hello?" I ask, feeling my voice rasp a bit. As the lady begins to ramble on, I feel myself go into autopilot, typing on the computer every so often, answering her where needed. I've done it a thousand times and probably will a thousand more- comes with being a website helpline employee. When the call finishes, I quickly hang up and look at my reflection in the window. My orange skin is clearly visible under the sun, with my light green eyes and orange hair only complimenting it. I feel my skin do it's usually itching as I feel the confines of the normal human office worker's suit close in on me. I quickly take a pill that helps with the itching and continue to drone on. Before I knew it, the Sun has set and it is time for me to pack up. I quickly grab the small bottle of water and the jacket I carry every day to work and make my way down the stairs. As I do, my footsteps echo down the stairwell.

I open the door to the back of the building and wind slaps at my face. I close my eyes for a moment at the sudden wind before gradually opening them. The alley road has nothing in it, with only potholes and cracks showing it's even used. It makes sense, since the last building owned by our parent company had a lot of deaths due to their alleyway being too cluttered for many to make a proper escape. I attempt to fly, and per usual, my body doesn't make it far off the ground. Didn't get enough Sun, which I primarily blame on management for not giving me the hours I want. I sigh and begin to walk toward the bustling city street.

Jump City looks beautiful this time of year, I think to myself. I look up into the sky, past the skyscrapers, to Tamaran. It is barely visible in Earth's sky, but it's just enough for me to make out. I smile softly as I follow the crowd down the sidewalk. The crisp air nips at me a bit and I shiver. Even after all these years, my body still misses your warmth, Tamaran.

I stop for a moment and turn towards the City Park. A small detour couldn't hurt, I ponder, walking towards it. The Park is full of Earth's nature- trees outlining it's perimeter, dirt paths, and plenty of grass. There were a few benches along the paths as well, most empty as no one was out this late into Autumn. I walk down one of the paths and take in the smell. The smell of the air, despite not changing much, was way better than the constant smell of the City.

My thoughts are cut short as a sound similar to a explosion is heard and I am flung by the shockwave. I hear the few people in the park a few hundred yards away yell and run, probably to call authorities. I shakily push myself up and look around. I see a dirt mound that didn't exist before a few feet to my right. I wobble over and peek, revealing this wasn't a mound, but a edge of a crater. After some more scanning, I see someone in the center and freeze. There's no way, I think to myself, quickly getting over the mound and limping to the body. Laying there, in all her beauty, is Princess Koriand'r. She seems to have barely changed since I last seen her. Her complexion, despite some scars, just as smooth and her hair just as upkept. I quickly shake my head. She just crashed here, I have to help her, I think to myself. I reach down and begin to drag her. As we finally get over the edge, I hear footsteps from behind me.

I look toward the sound and see- Superman!? Isn't he a long way from Metropolis, I think to myself. His eyes lock onto mine and I feel myself calm down a bit. It feels odd- Never met anyone with that kind of effect before. "I saw the crash from the Watchtower. I can take it from here." He says, slowly flying closer to pick her up. I feel myself get into a defensive position, which seems to throw him off. "I am not leaving her." I state simply. He takes a second before looking at me and her then giving a expression of realization. "You know her?" He asks, although I can tell he already assumes I do. "Yes. She is a- Close friend." I say quietly. He nods softly. "Can you both breathe in high altitude? I don't know your species." He states, looking around awkwardly. "We can survive space, yes." I say, looking back at her on my shoulder, worried. "Good. May I fly you both back to the Watchtower?" He asks. I hesitate but realize if anyone can help her, it's the Justice League. I nod quietly and he grabs me, quickly dashing into the sky.

Hang on Princess- I got you help...

[aheckinmess]

Rhythm & Blues [Deku] (Fluff)

(One-shot 11/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays - and sometimes Sundays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Deku x OC, Izuku Midoriya, Pro Hero Deku, Deku Gone on a Mission, OC Misses Him, Also There's a Cat, She is a Good Bean, OC Makes a Playlist, So She Doesn't Feel Lonely, Fluff

Word Count: 895 words

Summary: After Deku goes on a lengthy mission, Ichijiku makes a playlist that reminds her of him because she misses him.

Ichijiku (Tigress)

In an empty house in an empty room on an empty bed, I scroll through my music app and sift through song after song until I've compiled a decent-sized playlist that reminds me of my husband. Thus far, Panic! At the Disco, AJR, and Adam Jensen all exist in harmony in my Deku playlist. Each song auditions and only those invoking his spirit to life in the room with me make the cut.

"Summer has gone and passed,

the innocent can never last.

Wake me up when September ends." Green Day bops through the speakers as I hum along, dragging it over to the playlist profile picture of my favorite green-haired hero.

With a heavy sigh, I rest my head on my hand and glance at the calendar. Only four days have been marked off in September. Izuku doesn't come back until the second of October. I sing louder as I live vicariously through the refrain, wishing desperately to close my eyes and wake up when Izuku is finally home.

While I listen to the remaining songs compiled, I pull up a document and reread over a story I've been putting together as a distraction. I finish reading the most recent paragraph and my fingers fly across the keyboard to continue the scene. A war built on miscommunication and misdirection leads to the death of many leads to the humbling of two kingdoms leads to the dancing of two lovers around a pond. The pitter patter of computer keys slows to a stop as my mind drifts to my Izuku. Man, I wish he was here so I could bounce my ideas off of him. He listens so well and often offers me different perspectives.

Looking at the wall ahead of me, memories project onto the blue surface of sitting in Izuku's lap while he reads over my shoulder. The ghost of a smile tickles my lips as bittersweet thoughts flicker against the wall; images of him whining so I could take a break to eat even makes me shake my head with amusement.

I'd ended up five extra pages of plot before Izuku decided he was calm enough to order dinner.

"Mrow!" Fauna comes barreling into the room with a comforting chirp, immediately seeking my fingers to rub against and knocking me out of my thoughts. "Mrah, mrow?"

"I know I'm out of it, Bean, but I miss him. He's already been gone for a whole month!" I whine, scratching behind her ears.

"Mrow mrow!"

"But, Beeaaaannnnnn..."

"Mrow!"

"...fine."

I ruffle her fur and close my laptop. Stepping over to my bookshelves, I consider my options and go for a favorite, A Monster Calls. Knowing what lies inside the pages, I grab a box of tissues for good measure.

I've binged most of the book and am starting to sniffle when the lock on the door turns and I freeze. Still partially stuck in my bookish fantasy, I wonder fleetingly if a monster will reach his hand through the door.

No weapons lay nearby, so I prepare to use my quirk as the door creaks open.

"Honeydoodle?" Izuku's voice puts the breath back in my lungs.

I jump up from the couch and into his arms the second my eyes lock on his fluffy, green hair.

"Izuku! You're back!" I squeal, squeezing him tight and resolving never to let go as the door shuts behind us. "I thought you weren't supposed to be back until–"

"October. I wasn't, but we were able to take the operation down quicker than expected." His breath tickles my ear as his fingers file through my hair.

I press my forehead against his and soak up his essence. His sculpted figure only gives way to my gentle touches. I find myself lost in the forest in his eyes and his sweet scent of springtime.

"I've missed you so much." He whispers.

"I was just bemoaning your absence." I say way too formally, and then laugh at my own words. "I'm glad you came back early. It's been too long without hearing you ramble about new, upcoming heroes. I feel like I'm out of touch!"

That draws a smile from him until he swings me up into his arms so he can carry me back to our bedroom. Fauna chirps her greeting as she tears down the hall and waits for us on the bedside table.

"Watch out for my laptop." I squeak before he sets me on the soft comforter and turns to give Fauna her much needed attention.

And suddenly, the world clicks back into motion as I'm surrounded by the love of my husband and my cat. Once Fauna has indulged in her share of head pats, she hops off the table and struts away.

"Doing some writing before I returned?" Izuku grins, kissing my cheek. "I've missed hearing you tell me about your stories. How's Aleku doing?"

"He's still trying to save his hometown." I laugh, stroking his soft hair like I've been longing for weeks! I open my computer and remember what I left off on, gasping and gesturing for him to sit on the bed with me. "I forgot! While you were gone, I made a playlist for you. Come, sit and listen."

And for the remainder of the day, I make his earbuds tingle with the songs that bring his essence to life.

Want More Deku? Try: Below Ground Zero

Credit to @cafekitsune for the divider!

[seventeensbabye]

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we ended off the night with a nice chat after he was finished talking about his other assistant, jennifer. it was 12 am now. after making some sort of stronger connection with a few laughs and talks we started to get quiet. “ well i’m gonna go to bed. you want to come with me? ” he said standing up. “ no, its fine. i’ll sleep on the couch. ” he chuckled. “ women aren’t supposed to be the ones sleeping on couches so if anyone was sleeping on the couch it would be me. ” i looked around. “ i don't have a problem sleeping on couches mr. sim. i’ve slept on many before. you can have the room to yourself. ” i felt too nervous to be sleeping in the room with my boss. “ okay ms. kim. ” he put is hands in the pockets of his sweats and walked to his room. he looked back at me. “ are you sure you want to sleep on the couch? you have no blanket. ” i nodded. “ its pretty warm in here so i’ll be fine. ” he shrugged. “ alright, well, goodnight. ” after saying it back he started to close the door but he left it cracked. after turning off the lights, no later than about 20 minutes, it started to get cold. almost freezing. i couldn't sleep which made it ten times worse. so instead of just sitting there i worked through the night. i ended up falling asleep around 3 surprisingly waking up around 6 am.

when i opened my eyes mr. sim was sitting next to me. i worked in the office because the room was way warmer than the living room. there was a chair sitting in front of the desk but he pulled it next to me. “ why did you work through the night? i wanted you to get some rest. ” i sat up straight rubbing my eyes trying to fully wake myself up. “ i’m sorry.. i just couldn’t sleep. ” he closed my computer seeing i left it open throughout the night. “ this is why i wanted you to sleep with me. i could’ve made sure that you really got good enough rest. from here on out you’ll have to sleep with me. ” my eyes widened. “ I have to? ” he nodded. “ you keep forcing yourself to work and yes most bosses would love you because they dont have to worry about anything but i care. i dont like when you overwork yourself. i’d rather you tell me you’re stressed-out, overworked, or even just tired then for you to keep working, making mistakes, and feeling drained. ” he placed his hand on my head, patting it gently. “ i dont want to have to remove you from the assistant job because you’re overworked so please get some rest more often. ”

i looked at him. “ okay, i’ll start taking my energy and rest more serious. ” he smiled. “ good, now, go to the kitchen and go eat. I ordered breakfast. ” doing so, i got up and walked out to the kitchen as he followed. we sat next to each other enjoying the breakfast he bought. after around 25 minutes we finished our food and started cleaning. he got up to wash the dishes as i threw things away and cleaned off the table. i was wiping down the table after he finished the dishes. he started to walk out to the living room but stopped after seeing me slightly too bent over the huge table trying to reach the middle of the table. his stare was scary. i wouldn’t have known how he was feeling if i turned around to look at him. i was too focused on the table to notice. i finally reached the middle of the table and finished wiping the table down. once i stood up he walked off and headed to his room. i walked back to the office to pack up my stuff seeing we had places to go today. i left the door cracked while doing so. no more than a few sendons later i heard a knock on the door.

“ yes? ” he opened the door walking into the office, this man was almost already fully dressed leaving nothing but an undone tie, messy dirty blonde hair, and shoes which were by the entrance door. “ i need you to help me with my tie and hair. ” i nodded and took his hand, leading him back to his room. i sat him down to do his hair first. i gave him a side part which made his features stand out way more than they do. he stood up once i finished his hair handing me his tie. luckily i knew how to put ties on people or i probably would’ve been fired. i took my time putting it on not wanting to make any mistakes. when i finished i stepped back. “ how do i look? i wont look in the mirror because i trust you. ” nervousness filled my body. “ why do you trust me? ” he sat down on the bed. “ you work way too hard for me not to trust you. ” i looked to the ground. “ well you look nice.. are you sure that you dont want to look in the mirror? ” i started to walk to the big mirror in front of the bed. “ no. now, get dressed. ” he sat some clothes on the bed for me then started to walk out. “ i’ll be waiting in the living room. ” he closed the door behind him and i started to get ready. my mind was still racing because of the amount of trust he’s putting in me.

i finished getting ready after maybe 10 to 11 minutes then walked out the room. “ i’m sorry for keeping you waiting, i was trying to hurry. ” he stood up from off the couch. “ stop rushing yourself. if we were running late i would’ve told you. ” he walked over to the door grabbing his suit jacket that was hanging off the chair. he tossed it on then slipped on his shoes while i grabbed my bag and walked over to the door. i put on my shoes then he held the door open allowing me to walk out first. he grabbed his bag off the floor and walked out locking the door behind him. we walked to the elevator and got on. “ oh, the suit should be here by tonight so dont worry about it. ” oh shit, how could i forget? fuck, i keep messing up. “ im sorry.. ” he turned his head towards me. i looked at my shoes and clutched my bag handle. his hand moved up and i thought he was going to fix his hair or something but no. he grabbed my chin and brought my head up. “ apologize again and we’ll have a problem. ” he went to talking casually with me and turned it around speaking all strict and scary. he voice got so deep in that moment. it honestly scared the living shit out of me.

“ do you understand? ” i slowly nodded. “ words ms, kim. words. ” i was still stuck on how my chin was still in his hands. “ okay, i understand.. ” he went from looking deep into my soul to looking at my very pink, plumped lips. he dropped his hand and walked out the elevator seeing we hit the first floor. i walked out behind him. we headed outside to his chauffeur (shofur) and got in the car. in little to no time he took off. dropping us off to a large extra fancy building in which this meeting was in. the chauffeur got out and held the door open, letting me leave the car first. mr. sim got out. the meeting was ultimately boring and i wanted to fall asleep so bad while they spoke. just 5 men debating on what their companies do best. american boss, mr. park states that his company is the best seeing as he runs microsoft being placed at #3 in the most top companies. mr. kim’s runs alphabet inc so he placed #5. the second mr. park states his is the best even though tesla is placed #8. but mr. lee argues that he has on of the best companies of all time seeing his is amazon placing #4. mr. sim stayed quiet until he’s had enough of the debates.

“ stop fighting, nobody beats the #1 top company in the world. that company being apple which is my company. do you understand? ” he did have a point, in all databases apple is the number one top company in the world at the moment. they all went quiet after hearing him speak. “ yes all your companies are okay, good, even great but my company? yeah, its the greatest. ” i sat next to mr. sim quietly as everyone's assistants stared at me. i looked down feeling a little nervous. mr. america started speaking again. all eyes went to him except mine and mr. sim’s. i felt as mr. sim came closer to me. “ whats wrong? ” he whispered. “ nothing.. ” i said, whispering back. his eyes scanning the room. when he turned his head back all of the assistants noticed and panned their attention back on us. mr. sim smirked. “ they make you nervous huh? its the competition of the assistants looks. you’ll get used to it ms. kim, don't worry. ” he whispered then turned his head back to mr. america.

the meeting continued for 2 hours. i was so tired already, i just wanted to leave. “ okay, now enough about companies, i want to take about our assistants. ” mr. lee said firmly. “ if this is about whose assistant is better, just be quiet. ” mr. kim said, irritated. “ we see each other every 6 months and jake hasn’t changed his assistant ever since he first hired jennifer. you used to debate with your life that she was the prettiest and most useful assistant that a person could have but she’s not here now.. where is she jaeyun? ” mr. sim looked slightly bothered. as if they put his life on the line. “ who is she? are you gonna lie and say she's prettier and better than jen? or did you already say it? you told her she was better? why lie to her? she looks a mess jake. where’s jennifer? ” jay tilted his head. “ don't you think that's a little harsh jay? ” mr. kim started to look worried.

“ no, not at all. he’s first in everything. we all admitted that jen was the most useful and prettiest assistant out and now he has her.. we still don't even know her name.” jay was just as scary as jake. “ her name is kim y/n. ” he said quietly. “ speak up jake. ” why is jen not here? ” mr. sim looked up at him. “ you really want to sit here and act like you don't know why? if you want her so bad, go get her. she’s meant for you anyway. right? ” jay started to get quiet. “ what do yo- ” mr. sim cut him off. “ you’ve been having sex with her since you first met her. she’s also been fucking your employees. the only person she didn’t touch was me. ” jay looked at the ground. everyone in the room was shocked. “ you guys didn’t know that huh? and yes i can admit she’s beautiful but you only agreed that she was the most beautiful assistant because you all know she looked better than your assistants. y/n is no different, it's just her first time. she got hired about 2 months ago. what do you expect from her? to be the prettiest and you just now met her? jennifer looked terrible, i was just able to create her looks based on how she worked. thats something you know nothing about. ”

“ sunno’s assistants look peachy and sweet, bold hair colors. sunghoon’s assistants looks a little more subtle but different because of their selected facial features. heeseung, he has more of a sexy/mature older ladies working under him but you? you pick them up off the street and don't even try to change their looks. ” jake stood up and held out his hand in front of me. i took his hand and he walked me to the front of the room. “ you dont think she’s pretty? jennifer's face was fake being something you got used to, she wore makeup and busty clothes. she was skinny and petite. you don't like her because of the hips, ass, boobs, and chunkiness. this shit could drive someone crazy, that someone being me. skinny girls aren’t my type. she is though. her clothes naturally don't fit, it's not forced. she looks naturally good so you don't like it. you can admit it jay. ”

“ whatever jake, this meeting is over. lets go. ” jay grabbed his assistant's hand and stormed out. everyone chuckled. “ why is he so mad? ” sunoo said. “ because he knows I'm right but i’m gonna head out now. ” mr. sim grabbed his things. “ by the way, are you coming to the party tomorrow? ” heeseung says while proceeding to stand. “ oh, that. yeah we’ll come by. i’ll bring jen too since she’s that important. ” jennifer? she already doesn’t like me.. why her? i grabbed my things and walked behind mr. sim as he walked to the door. “ i’ll see you then. also, make sure jay has his act together. ” jake stood there holding the door open for me as i walked out the office. he walked behind me staying quiet until we got on the elevator. everyone in the building was quiet seeing everyone were in meetings or something of the sort. it wasn’t going to be busy for the next 10 or so floors. we were on the highest floor, the 20th floor. realistically there are only about 4 elevators in buildings like this but in this one there was maybe 9-10 elevators to get on so two were usually empty. i stood in the corner as he stood in the middle. there was no one on the elevator but us. we stayed silent up until we got to the 18th floor, well i stayed silent.

“ you okay? ” mr. sim spoke up. i nodded and proceeded to keep quiet. he stepped closer to me. “ are you sure? ” i looked down to the floor feeling nervous. “ yes.. ” he continued to come closer until he was standing in front of me. my back pressed against the cold elevator wall. he placed his bag down next to him then pulled my head up. his face only maybe 8 inches away from mine. I looked up to see which floor we hit and we only got to the 15th. why was the elevator moving so slow? i wanted to just get off on the next floor but i had no choice but to stay on until we hit the 1st floor. in little then no time i was stuck in the iconic kdrama situation. my back against the wall while he was leaned in, hand on the wall, and the nerve wrecking stare they give you. i wanted to fall to the ground. “ sir.. ” he could hear the shakiness in my voice. “ jake. ” i was confused, why did he say his name? “ hmm? ” he chuckled. “ call me jake. ” it was clear as day that i was still in confusion. “ um, im sorry but may i ask why? ” he shrugged. “ i’m sorry i ju- ” he placed his finger over my mouth and cut me off. “ stop apologizing so much. i don’t like when you apologize. ” i wanted to ask why but questioning him would make me want to apologize more. “ i’ll try.. ” he shook his head in disappointment. “ i’m sorry, i mean i will. ”

he placed his hand on my waist. “ you just did it again ms. kim, if i don't tell you to apologize, don't apologize. do you understand? ” i nodded. “ use your words. “ yes.. ” he raised his eyebrow. “ yes what? ” i looked to the ground once more. “ yes, i understand. ” his grip on my waist got slightly tighter. “ look at me and say it, i’m not the floor y/n. ” i slowly brought my head back up. his eyes were attached to mine. “ i understand.. ” a smirk grew on his face as he removed his hand off my waist, grabbed his bag and stood back in the position he was first in. little did i know, we were already on the second floor. for a minute i would’ve been convinced that we were stuck on the elevator because it felt like 2 hours. he fixed his suit jacket as we hit the first floor.

the doors to the elevator opened and before he walked out he spoke. “ you did good today ms. kim. i hope you can keep it up. ”

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hotel red (2)

synopsis ~ if she’s just a dancer at hotel red, why can’t ran haitani get her out of his mind.

ran x stripper!reader

cw ~ abuse, loans, and weapons.

you woke up in a soft bed, fluffy grey covers hugging your body.

you felt cold.

sitting up slowly, your head pounded and your body ached. had you gone home with a client?

you cursed quietly, grabbing at the blanket and looking around in a panic.

‘my boss is gonna kill me!’ you cursed in your mind, slipping out of bed.

“hey.” you heard a familiar voice call out to you, making you freeze in horror.

‘don’t tell me i slept with him’ you thought quietly, turning around to face him.

ran sat at the desk in the corner, tapping away at the computer with a phone next to his ear.

he motioned you over, and you moved without thinking.

“take my phone please?” ran said, looking up at you and then back to the computer.

you hesitantly took the phone from him, placing it on the table he was sat at.

“thank you for.. having me. i’ll be on my way.” you said, putting down his blanket and starting to leave.

“hey. you’re not leaving yet.” ran said, finally pulling away from the screen in front of him.

you barely even registered that he made it over to you in the matter of a couple seconds.

he pulled you into him, gripping your hips not too harsh, but enough to keep you still.

“you don’t understand. my boss-” “i’ll take you to see him. yoou know what? i’ll call him right now.” the man cut you off, picking up his phone.

he sat you on his bed, sitting next to you and dialing a few numbers before letting it ring.

“hey. kokonoi. you free?” the man said, making your heart effectively stop.

just who was this man?

everyone in your workplace had their suspicions of their boss being a fraud, or even a mere puppet.

they said the real boss would be way higher up. a bonten executive to be exact.

the girls would have debates about whether it was kokonoi, the money maker, or sanzu, the drug collector.

both of them were the same kind of crazy over two different things.

but for this odd man to be able to reach who you suspected as your actual boss? he frightened you.

“yeah, i got one of your girls here. had a issue last night. can i swing by with her?” ran asked, looking at you then at the ceiling.

you tried to listen in, but ran didn’t allow you to. it was like he knew what you were trying to do.

“okay. see you at 2.” he said, hanging up the phone and looking at you with a smile.

“we’ve got three hours to kill. let’s get you dolled up sweetie.” he said, standing up and stretching.

that’s when you noticed the tattoo on his neck. one that you never seen in the club.

it was similar to a hanafuda symbol. but it was white and black instead of red and black

a bonten symbol.

~

you found out that your regular client was one of the bonten executives, ran haitani.

he took you shopping to wear something expensive. something to impress your boss that hasn’t seen you.

he got you a new white dress, and a pair of pink slides to give your poor feet a rest.

you felt brand new, save for the bruises that littered your skin from the many nights before.

once you finished, it was already 2 o’clock. you turned to ran, who was looking at a few things in the bakery.

“sir, it’s already 2.” you said, grabbing at his arm to catch his attention.

ran looked at you, at his watch, then back at the different sweets they had.

“okay. let’s grab him something as a sorry we’re late gift.” ran said with a smile, pulling you closer.

“he likes strawberry mousse cake. what color writing should we get on it?” ran asked, tapping his chin curiously.

you thought for a second, looking at the different options. you couldn’t decide. neither could you focus.

you had to get going.

ran must’ve noticed your silence, and sighed. “let’s get him pink.” ran said, gesturing to the person behind the counter.

~

after grabbing the cake, ran took you to a penthouse not too far from where you both were.

of course, ran had to blindfold you in order to get you there.

but when he took the blindfold off, you were in awe.

the place was beautiful. dressed in white and grey furniture, a few different colors scattered just a bit.

it smelt like home. fresh, clean, and full of love.

“koko!” ran called, walking further into the penthouse and gesturing you to follow along.

you found him in the kitchen, a white turtleneck with black suit pants on. he was sipping on a glass of water.

kokonoi’s eyes immediately landed on you, looking you up and down from behind the cup.

“you’re sweetie.” he said, resting his glass down to get a good look at you.

“yes sir.” you replied, shifting on your feet and fixing your posture. he was the real deal.

kokonoi walked up to you, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing it up. you knew he was gonna hurt you.

you bit your lip, closing your right eye and preparing yourself for the hit.

but it never came.

kokonoi let out a noise of annoyance, before looking at ran, who held he cake with a goofy smile.

“you didn’t clean her wound on her ear.” kokonoi informed, gesturing you out into the living room.

the two of you followed, ran still holding the cake in his hand.

“so you come late, and bring her looking like you fucked her up?” kokonoi asked, sitting on the couch with a deep scowl.

although there were papers littered almost everywhere on the coffee table, kokonoi still put the cake box on it.

ran sat next to you, leaning back and sighing.

“don’t have anymore makeup. sorry.” ran said, shrugging and looking at the cat like man.

kokonoi shrugged him off, pulling open the laptop that was suddenly on his lap.

“you know who attacked you sweetie?” kokonoi asked, typing on the laptop.

you nodded, hiding your face from him and frowning. “i’m sorry sir. i didn’t mean to bring personal matters into work.” you muttered quietly.

kokonoi looked up at you, before sighing and leaning back.

“listen sweetie. i don’t care if it’s a personal matter. i care if your safe. you’re one of my girls.” kokonoi said, tilting his head.

you nodded, sniffling to prevent yourself from crying. “i just need the money. once i work enough, i’ll be out of your hair.” you said.

ran looked at you, oddly interested in the conversation now. “you in debt?” he asked, leaning forward.

“yeah i-i owe a few guys some money.” you responded, refusing to look at the two.

kokonoi nodded, grabbing a pen and paper and handing it to you. “could you maybe write down there names?” he requested.

you nodded, taking the pen and paper from him.

~

you sat in ran’s car, curled up into the seat for just a bit. there was so much happening at once.

all you could think about was kokonoi’s words.

“you’ll be moved into a penthouse near ran’s with protection. you cannot leave without him, which means work is impossible. you will still be paid your regular pay check.”

how in the world were you supposed to live somewhere in a place you’ve never been?

not only that, but you can’t even leave without having someone hover over you.

ran snapped you out of your thoughts with his hand, that he waved carelessly in front of your face.

“hello? i asked for your address sweetie.” ran said, fixing his posture.

you told him your address meekly, making a clicking noise with your manicure.

ran nodded, pulling out of the parking spot and driving off to get to your house.

“may i ask why you borrowed money?” ran asked after driving for at least a half hour.

you rested your head on your knees and looked out of the window with a short frown. why’d he have to ask that now..?

“..someone i love needs my help.” you muttered, not bothering to look at him for the slightest reaction.

“so.. why don’t they get it themselves?” ran questioned slowly, leaning back into the leather seat.

“because he’s in the hospital, you dirtbag!” you shot back, sitting up and looking at him with a glare.

ran held his free hand up as a short apology, continuing to drive towards your place in silence.

you hadn’t even realized you had started crying, angrily wiping the black tears away from your eyes.

you shouldn’t have showed him your weakness.

“i’ll pay for whatever you need out of my pocket, on one condition.” ran said slowly, looking away from the road.

what could this suspicious man want from you..?

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MOTHERS MISTAKES

CHAPTER THREE :⠀ANOTHER BEGINNING

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

summary :⠀When Arven went to Lab Zero, he expected to be tearing his mother apart for everything she put him through. For abandoning him. Only to find yet another that was left behind in the wake of her mistakes. But some small part of him held out hope. Hope that together they could fix things, and not let anything else be ruined by her.

ao3 link :⠀link

content warnings :⠀parental neglect

fandom :⠀pokemon⠀( scarlet version )

word count :⠀3110

        The trio sat around the room, silently staring at Arven and Sada. Listening closely as they finished their recounting of the past hours' events. None of them could think of anything to say, just in pure shock. Nemona finally broke the silence that had settled over the lab,

        “Dear Arceus… I can’t believe you two had to go through all that…” She whispered.

        “Well, it does seem in character. At least from what Arvens told me about his actual mom.” Florien said with a small shrug.

        “This is absolutely unbelievable. How did the professor manage to program a truly sentient AI? If this could be replicated…” Penny murmured, closely examining Sada.

        “I was programmed with the professor's memory and personality. That’s why I seem more lifelike than an average AI. Replicating me without a human as a basis would be near impossible.” Sada said, enjoying the younger students’ fascination with her creation.

        “Interesting. But you also mentioned you’re the ‘vessel’ for the time machine security system. How did Arven shut it down without… Uh…Getting rid of you?” Penny asked, finally backing off from the professor.

        “Well, that’s what we need some help with. She’s linked heavily with this lab, but if we can rewri-” Arven began, getting cut off abruptly by Penny-

        “That’s impossible.” She said flatly, not bothering to let him even finish the word.

        “Yeah, even with Penny that would be an impossible task,” Nemona said, looking sympathetically towards Arven.

        “It’s not entirely hopeless. The professor wasn’t the only one developing me. My programming should be documented thoroughly. You would have to dig around for it though.” AI Sada explained, placing a gentle hand on Arvens shoulder.

        “Still… It would take a lot of work.” Penny said, remaining unconvinced.

        “Look, if I could do this myself I would. There’s no other way. And I refuse to leave her behind without trying.” Arven replied, his voice cracking ever so slightly. The trio shared a concerned glance before Penny let out an exasperated sigh.

        “Fine. But you’re taking care of the body yourself, Arven. And helping me find that documentation.” She said, freezing up as she was suddenly captured in a hug. Arven couldn’t stop blurting out ‘thank you’ as he tightly squeezed the other teen. After a few seconds, he let go, regaining his typical standoffish composure.

        “Anyway… We can’t exactly move in here, so we need to get a copy of the code to take out of the lab. Uh, how big would that be?” Arven asked, turning to face the AI.

        “I hope you can afford a lot of hard drives.” She said bluntly.

      Arvens knees buckled as he struggled to lug the final boxes of SSDs into the lighthouse laboratory. He carefully placed them with the others. He collapsed onto the floor immediately after.

        “You know when she said the size was in petabytes… I did not imagine it would be this many terabytes.” He groaned, gasping to get oxygen back into his system while Penny stepped over him.

        “Well at least we know how many SSDs a Mudsdale weighs now.” She said, plonking herself down in the creaky office chair in front of Sada’s computer.

        “You were more than welcome to help, Penny.” He mumbled into the floor.

        “I’m already dealing with the programming for you.” She said, waving her hand dismissively as she logged into the massive desktop.

        “Now. Where’s this documentation she was talking about? It wasn’t in the Zero Lab or the research stations, so this is the only place left.” She said, talking to herself as she began sifting through the heinously messy hard drive. 

Years-old note files, random photos and downloads. It was a miracle the computer even ran with the amount of junk clogging it. Even now it took minutes at a time to load a single folder.

        “Arceus knows. She left the place a complete mess when she went down to Area Zero permanently. It should be on this first floor though-” Arven said, properly sitting up from the floor.

        “Arven, how do you think the documentation was stored?” Penny asked, cutting him off and slowly turning around to look at him.

        “I mean, she kept almost everything handwritten…” He mumbled, fidgeting slightly in place. Suddenly hyperaware of how long the cable for the computer mouse was.

        “Arven. Please for the love of Arceus. Tell me you don’t actually think the professor wrote down the documentation for a sentient AI in a PHYSICAL. NOTEBOOK.” She said, raising her voice slightly in the end. Something that Arven did not think the programmer was capable of.

        “So anyway, I’ll get to building the SSD rack.” He said, scrambling upstairs, Penny following closely behind yelling at him.

        “WE ARE NOT JUST DROPPING THIS SUBJECT SANDWICH BOY-”

        Arven slotted the final SSD into the rack. He plugged in the cables finally connecting AI Sada’s programming to the computer. Penny sat at the desk reading through the documentation that she had finally found. Though it was almost as messy as the hard drive itself, it at least made the code decipherable.

        “The SSDs are all up and running. You can edit her programming now.” He announced, walking over to the wall of monitors.

        “I just found the section about the security protocols. They don’t seem to be baked into her core functionality. So they should be removable while keeping her working. It's going to take a while though. I need to be a lot more cautious than with the league” Penny said, not looking up from the screen.

        “Thank you again, for this Penny. I can’t say it enough.” He said quietly, hugging his sleeves.

        “It’s fine. I might not like my dad constantly being around… But I can see why you want to salvage Sada.” She said, giving Arven a sympathetic glance.

        “I’m gonna go get the robot from the Zero Lab. I’ll be back soon, alright?” He said, walking out the door to meet with Florian and head back down to the crater.

        Arven sat on the floor with the robot. silently chipping off the tera crystals that had formed around her. It was tedious work. The tera crystals embedded themselves into her. It was impossible to scrape off completely. Though it was only a millimetres thin layer of crystal left after being scraped.

        “I’m going to fix this. I promise… I’ll fix her mistakes.” He whispered, knowing that she was unable to hear him. He diligently continued scraping her exterior nonetheless.

Over the next week, Arven managed to clean up the exterior as much as he could. His time to work on the repairs was limited but he made do, pulling a few all-nighters. Now, he had to deal with a much more delicate operation.

Arven took in a deep breath, carefully removing her exterior shell. As he held it, the reality of just how human-like she was hit him. The synthetic skin felt so realistic. Almost like he was holding a corpse, ice cold in his hands. He writhed uncomfortably at that feeling, barely resisting the urge to chuck it away from him. 

He set it aside safely and out of view before examining the robot's internal mechanisms. A pristine metal skeleton sat inside, almost mimicking a human exactly. Even down to a ribcage, providing extra protection to her central battery and motor. Behind the skeleton, a massive motherboard covered her entire torso.

The damage wasn’t too severe overall, only a small amount of tera crystals got inside. Though her legs were badly crystallised, they only broke a couple replaceable cables. He got back to scraping away tera crystals, extra careful not to damage any more of her internals. He hummed quietly as he worked, trying to distract himself from the utter emptiness of the lab.

He should be used to this. But being back in his mother's lab… It felt a lot more lonely. Surrounded by mountains of documents and work. Work that she always prioritised over him. Now stuck fixing another of her victims.

In a few days, Arven finished his work on the body, reaching her head. He recoiled back feeling the hair. It felt… Real. He knew it was likely some type of synthetic material, but it was still unsettling. The subtly bumpy texture. The way the strands so naturally fell between his fingers. Another reminder of the AI’s humanity.

He carefully removed the face plate, luckily not causing any damage. Like her main body, only a little bit of the tera energy had gotten inside. Though, unlike her body, the mechanisms of her head were infinitely easier to break. The electronics inside were crammed tight. There wasn’t even a millimetre of wiggle room.

Stress began to get to the teen. He knew that this was the most important part. One wrong move here could potentially break everything. With that in mind, Arven began to methodically scrape away at the tera crystals.

Over the days working on it, he found a comfortable groove. But at the last possible moment. A deafening crack sounded throughout the silent lab. Panic instantly set in, throwing his tools to the side. Frantically trying to find the damage. In the end, it was the port for one of her eyes that fell victim to his slip of the hand.

Arven let out a deep sigh of relief, removing the wire from the broken port. He thoroughly checked for any more damage to the circuit but didn’t find any. He reattached the face plate, sure to not make any more mistakes.

He took a few steps back, looking at the reassembled robot. The leftover crystallisation on her skin gave it a crystal vitiligo effect. Hopefully, it wouldn’t interfere anymore with her motor functions. Her hair was still laden with tera crystals, though due to the nature of the material he couldn’t help much with that.

        “Sorry about your eye. Hopefully, everything should be working though. Even if your legs were a bit rough with tera crystals.” Arven said quietly, waiting a moment for a response he knew wouldn’t come.

        “Penny isn’t finished adjusting your programming yet. But she’s down to removing the Paradise Protection Protocol now. You should be back soon…” He continued, standing next to the robot. He glanced over at her, greeted by empty voids for eyes.

        “Goodnight Mom… I’ll make sure you don’t get dusty before we can reboot you.” He whispered, wrapping her in a small hug. 

She was still completely cold. 

        The wait for Penny to finish fixing Sada’s programming was torturous. But Arven finally heard the familiar ring of his rotom phone late one night. 

        “Hey, I think I finally cracked it. I can’t be sure, the code was a complete mess. But I’m pretty sure the security protocols are gone.” A tired voice rang through the speaker. Only conscious via the power of copious energy drinks.

        “So if we link her to this code we can safely deactivate the time machine?” He asked, a hesitant hope seeping into his voice.

        “If everything goes well, yeah. I’ll meet you at the lab tomorrow and we can see if she functions right.” Penny mumbled, her voice barely picked up by the microphone.

        “Thank you, thank you so much for doing all this.” He said, barely containing his joy. The only response he got was a low groan followed shortly by the call disconnecting. After putting his phone away, Arven crept up to the lab's second level.

The robot stood as motionless as ever. Still exactly where she was left last. 

        “Hey, Mom. Penny finally fixed your programming. At least we think she did… Either way, you’re going to be back tomorrow. You’re… You’re going to be better tomorrow okay.” He said, hope lacing his voice. “Please… Please be better tomorrow. And if you aren’t…” He continued, tears beading in his eyes as he stared at his imperfect repairs.

        “Please just know we tried, Mom. We really did… I really did… I never wanted to abandon you. Not like her.” He whispered, voice cracking as he hugged her tightly. With no one else around, he let the tears fall. Crying silently into her chest as his grip tightened.

        Arven stood by Penny, uncharacteristically fidgety. Watching Penny link the fixed AI to the robot shell. Switching on the power, nothing happened for a few minutes. The only sound coming from the robot was the sound of internal fans running. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open, only showing a dim electric blue iris in the still functional one.

The pair stayed silent, watching the robot continue to boot up. Another minute passed before she started rapidly blinking. Soon revealing her more human eye once again. 

        “Arven? Penny? Where… Where am I?… This isn’t the Zero Lab.” She said, looking around the messy room. It felt familiar. But she couldn’t specifically identify any memories of the place despite that. Her vision was also drastically limited.

        “This was the professor's ‘home’ lab. Is everything in you functioning properly?” Penny asked, trying to assess the AI’s condition as best she could.

        “My vision… It’s much reduced from before.” She murmured, her words slurred as she continued to boot.

        “That’s on me. While I was getting the tera crystals out of your head I slipped. Sorry…” Arven said, avoiding her gaze as he rubbed the back of his neck.

        “I should be able to adjust to it. Is everything else inside functional?” Sada asked, a small smile resting on her face.

        “The tera energy was pretty thick around your legs, but otherwise you should be fine.” He said, looking over to Penny to take over.

        “Do you feel anything different inside? Memories being hazy, forgetting things, stuff like that.” Penny asked, examining the professor's exterior for any other defects.

        “No. Now that I’m fully booted I don’t feel any different. Thank you for your help, Penny.” Sada responded, all lack of clarity finally leaving her voice. She seemed to be running completely normally now.

        “That’s good. If you start bugging out, uh, I apologise.” She said quietly, looking over at Arven. “I have Eevees to get back to, I’ll leave you pair be.” She said before walking out of the lab, leaving the others by themselves.

Once Penny had left, Arven leapt into a hug with Sada, clutching her as if she might just disappear if he let go. Sada tenderly wrapped her arms around Arven in turn, the pair staying still and taking in the moment. It was nice feeling her warmth again. Her arms wrapped around him again.

        “I knew you and your friend could do it, Arven.” She whispered, breaking the silence that fell upon the room. 

        “I mean, Penny did all the hard work. I just fixed your internals, and I didn’t even get that right.” He murmured, feeling guilty over breaking her eye. Sada’s only response was hugging him tighter before she spoke again.

        “I’m still proud of you, regardless. And thankful… I’m finally free of that lab.” She said, tenderly running her hand through Arvens hair, “I… I can go explore. I can pursue my own dreams.” She said, joy apparent in her voice despite its robotic undertone. 

        “Well, before you do that there is one issue we need to take care of,” Arven said quietly. Tension quickly entered the air around them. He reluctantly parted from Sada.

        “Of course… Hopefully, your friend was successful in removing my security protocols.” Sada said, the prior emotion leaving her voice. Only leaving behind dread and concern.

They had a time machine to shut down.

        Arven and the professor stepped out of the elevator. Once again greeted by the blinding brightness of the tera crystal walls. The cracks left behind from Koraidon’s battle were as it was when Arven had first left. 

Embedded in the ceiling was the camera shutter-like machine, as imposing as ever. It was in sleep mode, but they knew at any point it could reactivate itself and wreak havoc. 

        “Would you do the honours… Mom?” Arven asked, the last word coming out barely audibly. He’d said it before, but when she was actually conscious… It came a lot harder to him.

        “Of course. Hopefully, it won’t happen, but being out of raising floor range is good.” Sada said, taking the Scarlet Book from the teen. Her grip on it tightened as she approached the pedestal in the centre of the room. She couldn’t stand the thought of possibly hurting Arven again. 

He didn’t have Koraidon with him either, so in a worst-case scenario, he would be completely defenceless. She was taken out of her own head feeling a hand grab her wrist, just now noticing her hands shaking out of control. She looked down towards Arven, calming herself down enough to place the book into its slot. The pair stepped back, hearing the familiar voice over the speakers.

ID CONFIRMED: PROFESSOR SADA.

ACCESS GRANTED.

EMERGENCY SHUTDOWN INITIATED.

PLEASE WAIT…

PLEASE WAIT…

Arven and Sada stood still, staring up at the time machine. Sada had Arvens hand in a vice grip, trying to calm herself down as they kept waiting. Waiting for something to go wrong. 

For the security protocols to be reactivated. 

For history to just repeat itself.

EMERGENCY SHUTDOWN SUCCESSFUL.

The announcement cut through the suffocating tension that took over the room. The once blinding walls gradually shut off, becoming obsidian black like the floor. The shutter up in the ceiling groaned to life. This time instead of blooming outwards, it twisted itself tightly shut.

If she physically could, the AI would have been in tears. Instead, nearly collapsing she hugged Arven crushingly tight.

        “You did it! You actually did it! Dear Arceus, thank you. The professor's dream is finally over.” She said, small convulsions running through her body. “And I’m… I can leave this all behind… I can be the parent you deserved. I can go on my own journey, without anything or anyone telling me what to do.” She whispered, her voice breaking slightly.

        “Arven, I can never truly tell you how thankful I am… Thank you for not leaving me behind. For letting me… Us… Have a new beginning.” She said, releasing the teen from her grip and replacing it with a gentle hand holding his cheek. 

Arven stayed silent. Tears trickled down his face as his lips pulled themselves into a tight smile. They couldn’t just go back to rewrite the past, to erase his mother's mistakes. But now… The future looked a lot more hopeful. 

It wasn’t at all certain, but it was theirs to write. For themselves. With no one else to answer to for once in their lives.

[adamburt1984]

Highlights and Worst of 2023

Highlight:

London Holiday -Big Ben Tour, Narutal History Muesum visit, Babymetal Concert, Disney 100 Exhibion, Hype Park Winter Wonderland, Postal Muesum/Rail Mail, Battersea Power Station visit, Baker Street Underground tour, Science Museum Power-up gaming event, Abba Arena, visit Little Ben & Wellington Arch again. visit some stores & Camden Market. Being with my brother is a different experince but not sure we going on holiday together again.

Sabaton Concert featuring Babymetal & Lordi

Playing Genshin Impact (Only game I played) - also managed pulled Nahida and Zhongli, Memorable NPC characters, great events & quests, and new nation Fontaine.

Grogu - specially when he ride the robot

Two Cats I met

Three legged Neighbourhood cat finally warm up to me

Visiting a Church at my old living area

On Youtube, I.A. Presidents sure you heard/know about them, people play games or do tiers on Youtude and use Presidents voices mainly Trump, Biden and Obama. Everyone doing it and I'm addiciuted to it. First notices when use on playing Genshin then rest history.

Hibiscus Rising - New Sculpture in my hometown, Leeds

sculpture

Also in 2023

Got Rice Cooker

My other Phone, say new as still had other one.

Worst of the year

Football - I'm no longer loving football since Sir Alex retired back in 2013, anything Manchester United and football. Thought they improving in season 2022-23, winning League Cup and finishing 3rd, then unable getting Harry Kane and season 2023-24 last straw. Also totall hate on football fans, sport teams I hate and Glazers. I don't what happen to Manchester United. Now everytime there football on telly or newspapers.

High Security before Big Ben Tour and other problem during London Holiday - Before Tour of Big Ben, security check were too much and shock, we ask why we were wearing vest coats my brother say pockets carry wallets and stuffs. Then when our stuffs put through computer scan, we been ask to be double us and be in a room, it was little scary, and upseting, double check our bags and our t-shirts, then we wait for the note we seem to be in the way of a security woman and shout at us but we were waiting for our notes and have to leave our vest coat. But all fine after that. But that moment will scare me but won't stop my good memories and love for Big Ben and London. That on Tuesday. On Sunday, when we arrived, it was freezing even in our special inner clothes that meant to keep us warmm but we were freezing then when check in there were alot of people checking in and it was self check in, there a stff that will help out I got little frusrated and knackered body and when hot to our room, we start going to Abba Arena but it seem far, so many people and packed up tude then arrived at Abba Arena, when in queue to security I stupiy put my stuffs in my pockets after taken them out then when got scan it beep and stupid turn around and secutiry stop, he didn't even say anthing then believe took my stuffs on the tray and instead of putiing it my pocket I carry it and looking for my brother to put my stuffs in his bag and I got angry and talk to my brother how p*** off I am. But fine after just confuse, knackered and stress and angry. Also time rush, there time ran out, places we meant to go but unable and my body knackered. Even had a good time, there be bad times come along. Not sure we be going together on holiday again. I do prefer on my own and feel my brother don't go anywhere with again on what happen on our London holiday.

Problem with my mum and brother - There always be painful moments with famliy in life.

Unable to pull Hu Tao and Charlotte in Genshin Impact.

Only Job Interview - Of course I didn't the job, and felt it's a waste of time. I dislike interview and feel it waste of time. I know it's important but sometime what the point if you didn't get the job.

Job Searching - I know it imporant but felt waste of time. I dislike it.

2024-

Hope I get a job, been three years. Nothing in the way like Concert and holiday.