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kuroppiii · 28 days

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tough as nails ᵕ̈ boyfie!msby boys x nail tech!gn reader ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : when you want ⋮⋮ to practice some designs ⋮⋮ and they volunteer them- ⋮⋮ selves as your test dummy !

📋 content ♡ # 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 🐮 ♡ # 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 🥛 ♡ # 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 🥛 ♡ # ~2.5𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ ik that ' s not really the context of the saying in the title but i couldn ' t think of anything else ! nail pics as with all my other header pics are from pinterest <3 also lmk if you want to see more characters for this prompt bc highkey i loveee looking through nail designs lol ”

︴hinata shōyō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°

this is not this man's first time around some nail polish

natsu used to paint his nails all the time, so he’s so down!

big color inspo from the colors of a classic blue and yellow mikasa volleyball because of his love for the sport (obvi)

howeverrr switching out the yellow for a bit more of an orange hue to go with his hair <3

also!!! some tropical floral designs as an homage to his time in brazil

a super fun vibe for a bright and go-lucky guy :)

when you first take his hand in yours, the tips of his ears start to redden a little bit

"hey shō are your ears alright–?" [you]

"your hands are so soft." [hinata]

"okay, shō." [you] (totally not fighting back a smile)

he's held your hand countless times but for some reason this–you holding his hand so gently and focusing in on it as you start prepping his nail beds–feels so much more intimate

seeing your face as you're so focused on him and his hands makes him blush lowk but good thing you're looking down and can't see how flustered he obviously is

like for someone so talkative, he's silent and almost as attentive as you the whole time and he's not even the one doing the work

you also notice he holds his breath every time you make the nail polish make contact with his nails until you finally lift back up CUTIEEE

“love, you know you can breathe, right?” [you]

“i don’t want to mess you up though! you’re doing so great by the way, babe.” [hinata]

cups your face when his nails are finally set and dry and you can see his eyes dart between your facial features and his nails contrasting against your skin and his smile gets bigger in real time

then he gives you a biggg kiss as a thank you for your hard work

definitely goes to every one of his teammates in the msby locker room his next practice to show them the nails

on tvs, cellphones, laptops and countless other kinds of screens everywhere: the camera following the msby jackals' game whips around to land their sights on hinata shōyō.

ten seconds remain on the clock. the jackals are behind their opponents by the most miniscule handful of points. in a last-ditch effort, atsumu's in place, and in a matter of seconds hinata is already high in the air.

the ball is met with a collision from the redhead's hand and quickly surpasses any of the opposition's lines of defense. an abrasive buzzer blares throughout the area and the msby jackals all start to jump onto one another with screams and yells and high fives in celebration.

"another excellent shot by hinata! what a way for the jackals to clutch this game folks!" a commentator excitedly blabbers.

"let's take another look at that one, shall we?" another accompanying commentator beckons.

time slows on screen during the instant replay–from the moment hinata gets in front of the net, to the moment his feet leave the ground, and especially as his arm is reeled back moments before the winning shot.

the camera takes the liberty of zooming in on hinata’s hand then. it captures the precise moment when his purest love and energy for volleyball surges through his body. the unseen electricity has ricocheted throughout him to finally trail up to his fingertips, adorned with colors that showcase the blend of his identity with the same ball his skin almost adoringly caresses for a second in the eyes on the slow-mo cam footage.

blue and yellow, blue and orange side-by-side in front of thousands and millions of eyes to witness as the ninja shōyō’s manicured hand follows through and pushes that volleyball past the net to bring his team to victory.

︴sakusa kiyoomi ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°

as babygirl as sakusa kiyoomi is, black’s just really his vibe i think

not on like some emo shit but the black would go really well with not only his hair but his iconic beauty marks above his eye

speaking of his hair, the cyber tribal chrome kind of sitch kinda alludes to his curls :0

i mean to the rest of the world he’s this stoic and serious guy all the time

but they don't see how he looks at you while you paint the finer details on his nails

or the subtle and soft dopey smile he’s got on as he asks you in lovestruck whispers about your technique, how work's going, what materials you use, etc.

"and... what's this for now?" [sakusa]

"it's to make sure your nails stay nice and strong for whenever you hit your incredible spikes, omi." [you]

"oh, that's definitely important. wouldn't want to skip that." [sakusa] (before you laugh at his little joke and his heart skips a beat and he gives you a quick kiss on the top of your head as you continue to work)

once the nails are finished, he goes to look at them with his fingers clawed–boyishly characteristic of a dude who's never gotten his nails done like this before

you can't help but laugh and he asks what's wrong

"what do you mean i'm looking at them weird?" [sakusa]

"your hands look like when you posed with the msby jackal mascot that one time." [you]

"how else am i supposed to look at them?" [sakusa]

you demonstrate how people normally check out their nails at the salon

and then it delves into a mini hand modeling lesson and many, many, giggles between the two of you as he tries to figure it out

you end up with some new reference pics of his set for any of your future clients, what a supportive boyfriend!

a certain photo is going viral as it makes its rounds online. the photographer who took it had to have known they struck gold capturing this certain moment, and the racking number of likes and comments are only affirmations of that.

it's a professional shot of sakusa kiyoomi mid-game. late-game, actually, as its evident though the state of his appearance in the picture.

visible droplets dot his face and figure, giving his skin and curly hair a certain sheen that proves the dedication he puts into every one of the msby jackals' games. to combat the sweat that's accumulated on himself, it seems like sakusa had absentmindedly reached for the edge of his jersey to act as a substitute for a towel in that particular moment (his expression is clearly focused on nothing but what might've been happening next on the other side of the court net). the muscles that adorn his torso peek out from the action.

and on top of it all–the sweat, the abs, the way the rest of the jersey clings to the rest of his body–the subtle chrome detailing of his nails stand out where his hand tugs the fabric to wipe at the bottom of his face...

and you hadn't even really caught on to this picture online yourself. the only reason you went to look it up for yourself was because of the influx of work emails you had received since the jackals' last win.

the public was vaguely aware you specialized in cosmetics, as sakusa had alluded to now and then in press conferences and interviews. however, it wasn't really until people online started to wonder where your boyfriend got these nails from did google's reverse-image search bring them to the pictures on your profile that you and sakusa took post- his manicure.

to say your clientele grew overnight, would be quite the understatement.

︴miya atsumu ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°

ik the picture is a bit blurry but PLEASE stick with me here yall 🙏 HEAR ME OUT

heavy on that barbie ken atsumu sort of agenda

you ask if he had any colors in mind

and he’s like "y'know what? fuck it. go big or go home."

he knows people might shit on him for having his nails done at his next game so yeah get the most stereotypically “feminine” color you got–just to mess with whatever losers might whine about it

“but... do ya think pink would look good on me y/n?” [atsumu] (AND HE'S KIND OF SHY WHEN HE'S ASKING YOU)

"OF COURSE IT WOULD BABY??" [you]

as you're ducked down working, he misses seeing your face

so he cranes his neck and looks up at you from where his hands are

"hey baby, funny seeing you here." [atsumu]

"tsumu, stay still!" [you]

"sorry angel, just missed lookin' at ya." [atsumu]

in that position, he loves the feeling of you holding his hands and the sensation of the nail polish brush against the top of his fingers so much, that he semi-falls asleep against his forearm as you wrap up

he just feels so much at peace <3

and when you’re done he is definitely giving ken, and that his job is volleyball

and tbh i hc his hair post timeskip isn’t so much piss yellow as ppl joke it was while he was at inarizaki

but that if he stuck through with keeping it blonde for so long he eventually managed to get it professionally done, and with some GODDAMN TONER 😭

i think it’s like a brassy sort of blonde

which looks perfect as an accent to the nails

like pop off regina george!!!!

something endearing about your loving atsumu is he never fails to get you the best seats in the arena whenever you come watch the msby jackals play.

from front row, you can see everything, and in so much detail—the action, the sweat, the tears that goes into each and every matchup the team faces. truly, the experience was leagues above settling for a closer look on any big screen or arena jumbotron. everything was just so much clearer!

but most importantly, you can see your boyfriend. very clearly.

so clearly, in fact, that after a particular great serve to bokuto for a spike that earned the jackals yet another point, you have the luxury of soaking in all the glowing details of atsumu in his element.

the way he clutches his strong fists and yells with joy at the small win, a bit of pink peeking out from the insides of his palms.

how his hands clap and grasp at the hands of his teammates in quick celebratory high-fives that leave streaky blurs of pink trailing behind his excited movements.

when his hand quickly drags over his smiling and glistening face, before carding through his hair—small pink detailings disappearing and reappearing amidst the blonde strands that rest on the top of his head.

by the time all the players on the court are settled back into their places for when the moment the ball will be up in the air once again—anticipation pulsing on both sides of the net—you can even catch as atsumu quickly glances at his nails with a small, blink-and-you’d-miss-it smile.

thankfully, your top-tier seat allows you to catch it. and although he’s smiling at his hands, you know that it’s for your work and by extension, it’s all love for you in that split second before your boyfriend has to lock in again.

when the next ball is served, you find yourself almost falling out of your chair from how far you’re leaning forward to take in as much of your great view as possible.

︴bokuto kōtarō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°

MISMATCH IS A MUST

you say the few designs you want to try out and ask him which one you can try on him and he just goes: ALL OF THEM!

(he knows it’ll take longer to do with all the different elements, but that just means he gets to stare at you for longer as you work)

"are you sure? i mean, do you have a color you want in particular? i can tweak them so they all have the same palette." [you]

"nope! cover me with whatever your beautiful mind is envisioning!" [bokuto] (he's jutting his fingers out in front of you and wiggling them around with the biggest grin on his face)

these nails also just fits him as a person because he’s super all over the place and spontaneous so it works it JUST WORKS OK

plus his hair’s literally greyish whitish so it’s like a perfect neutral and blank canvas to accent the color palette

it's one thing having him sit still for an extended amount of time, but having you this close? right in front of him?

how is he not supposed to give your lips a quick kiss now and then

BUT!!! he always goes to double check he didn't mess up the nails every time he pulls back

"kō, the nails are fine! you didn't even move your hands, you're just moving your head to kiss me, silly." [you]

"just making sure, babe! i know this stuff takes a lot of work. plus, i can't really think of what else is happening when i'm kissing you, really." [bokuto] (already going in for another kiss)

you can see in the corner of your eye as you work on your designs that bokuto's nose scrunches up now and then

it's because he's not used to the smell of the nail products you're using

upon completing the whole nail set, he concludes it’s legitimately one of THE COOLEST THINGS anyone’s ever fucking done for him

doesn’t stop staring at his hands in a little bit of awe even after you’re done and chilling on the living room couch, completely oblivious to what's going on on the tv in front of you two

the crowd is going absolutely ballistic. the jackals are in the lead. and your boyfriend, the bokuto kōtarō is up and about to serve.

you watch the arena's big teleprompter with the rest of the spectators as the cameras pan to bokuto.

he has that look on his face–confident and happy playing the sport that runs through his veins. his hand crashes down onto the ball once. wham!

twice. blam!

when the ball comes back up, he grips it between his hands. it's evident even through the screen how his arms tense and pulse. it's like he's revving up.

as everyone hangs off the edge of their seats and keep their eyes glued in anticipation to the broadcasting of bokuto holding that unmistakable combo of blue and yellow–it's impossible to ignore how the ends of his hands glint and reflect the bright overhead lights.

colors of all kinds twitch in excitement against the leather and the star player quickly glances down at the ball, sure, but most definitely also at the intricate art you so graciously blessed his nails with. bokuto's lips crack a smile.

then he's tossing the volleyball up. a loud and powerful smack reverberates throughout the arena. in the blink of an eye the ball whizzes past two of the opposite team's players and the crowd explodes once again as the ball is now rolling on the outskirts of the court across the net.

your boyfriend's chest swells with pride, and his carefully manicured finger darts to point over you in the stands. you cheer even louder for him as he beams a tooth-filled smile your way.

💬 kuroppiii ─ “ oh and i forgot to point out that most of these designs are short and with minimal charms so they don't get in the way of a volleyball player ' s , well ... volleyball playing ! short nail - ers rise up ! ”

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codenamehazard · 11 months

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.:Prep and Plan:.

Chapter 21: Prep and Plan

Hey guys!

Not much to say here to be honest, but it's time to get rolling and start exploring more of the Wildlands has to offer! Hope you like this chapter!

Let's jump in!

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“ -Gonna be around 70 F, slight instability in the air so there might be some ra- Oh hey! Kestrel’s back!”

I hear Dove holler out as he stands on top of one of the trailers like a meerkat. Huh, seems like he acts as the weather bird for the rest. Not surprised that the air Conduit has weather duty, probably knows about what’s going on in the sky as I do on a given day, maybe more. Mako and Pangolin look up from a checklist to see the two of us and Mako gives us a wave before looking at Kestrel.

“Finally decided to come out of your hole and join everyone else, you gremlin?” Mako teases the Gunsmith, prompting an eye-roll from the older woman.

“Pot calling the kettle black, weeb-gremlin.” Kes snips back with a grin, earning a “Touche” from Mako as Kes walks over. “Besides, you saw I was busy with a project.” The banter between Zeke and I when I blew up a gas station in Empire City echoes in my mind, but I shake my head to clear it before it can take root, not the time or place.

“So that’s what you’re calling it now, hm?” I roll my eyes at Mako’s comment. Oh God, she’s still on about that? I shake my head before I see Kes grab at Mako and the two have a rousing tussle with each-other, both grappling, pushing and pulling to try and knock the other over. I can see Pangolin about to step up to break them up, but the playful laughter tells both of us that this is just some horseplay between friends. I can’t help but to chuckle at their antics.

As the play fight breaks up, I feel my hackles raise as I watch Pangolin walk over to Kestrel. I watch him try to initiate some small talk and pleasantries, but the Gunsmith completely ignores him, instead deciding to busy herself with packing up some of the stuff into the trailers, I can see Mako giving Kes a concerned look and Dove is shaking his head at Pangolin’s attempts at making nice.

Part of me is very happy that somebody actually listened to me without me having to crack heads. If I am to be honest, outside of Mako, Kestrel has been the only one to really listen to me without having to use more… Aggressive means. Though I’m not blind to potential issues, if this extends to more critical communication, it will end badly. I make a mental note to take the Gunsmith aside to give her a little pep talk.

“So… I saw you were working on Cole’s weapon…” The brick dumbass awkwardly tries to talk to Kestrel. This idiot can’t take a hint, can he? God, this is painful to watch… She straight up ignored him when he was trying to start small talk with her, what makes him think that continuing on is going to help? “How is that going?” The bird exhales loudly through her nose before forcing a smile, baring her hyena teeth as a subtle threat.

“Well.” She starts with a growl. “If you absolutely, positively must know… I’ve run into a little bit of a snag. Not like you’d give a shit, since it’s not your precious pile of scrap, but I need to make a trip to Tri-Point so I can have access to some key components to complete the repair.” Pangolin looks like he’s about to say something, looking annoyed at Kes’ abrasiveness, but thankfully his little brother comes in clutch to save his dumb ass.

“That actually sounds like a good idea!” Dove chimes as he perches on the top of the lead vehicle like a gargoyle. “We can head back to our old stomping grounds, say hi to everyone, restock on other supplies and give our folks the good news about that bastard monster being dead!” Mako smiles and nods in agreement. Pangolin sighs, finally seeing that he's not gonna be talking to Kes.

“Yeah, it would be nice to visit mom and dad.” Pangolin mutters. “I know mom was worried sick about us with the Summoner running amok, she was about ready to come with if we didn’t tell her about our plan.” Kes seems to be holding back a little bit of a snicker before making her face neutral again.

I watch as the lanky beansprout leap from his perch on the top of the trailer onto Pangolin’s back, part amused just by the sight of this overgrown spider monkey perching on top of the shit brickhouse, part impressed by the fact that Pangolin barely budged when his brother landed onto him. Dove pulls out a small device from his backpack and shows it to Pangolin.

“Okay, so if we’re set on going to Tri-Point, we have a couple of options. Of course we can take the highways, but I wouldn’t recommend it, Bandits and all.” He states as he fiddles with the small gadget, I’m assuming it’s some sort of GPS.

“Then we straight-shot it.” Pangolin replies. “The HEMTT can handle rocky terrain, it may not be the smoothest or most comfortable of trips, but it’ll be the fastest.” Dove nods in consideration, but then I see Mako raise her hand a bit.

“Um, we might wanna think about this a little bit more.” She states with a bit of worry in her voice. Uh-oh… “Word on the wind is that Warped populations have spiked heavily around the Storm’s Pass area. Things are getting a little bit ugly, so we need to be careful.” Great, more zombies. I can’t help but to groan in my mind. I have to wonder if this spike means more of those tumor-monsters…

“Guys, this isn’t our first rodeo with these fuckers.” Kes interjects. “The worst of the lot only come out at night, as long as we set up camp at night and don’t go wandering off when the sun goes down, we should be fine.”

“So says the one who wanders off every time she sees something shiny or glowy.” Mako teases. Kestrel rolls her eyes.

“Hey, even I’m not impulsive enough to go out during a Warped Spike at night. I still have the scars from the last time my crow-brain decided to make checks my ass couldn’t cash.” I can feel the side of my lips twitch upwards as I watch the two banter with each-other. “I didn’t hear the end of it for a week!”

“That’s because you came back with half-inch deep bite-marks in your leg! Any deeper and you would have bled out!” Mako shouts.

“But I didn’t.”

“Can we please get back on topic?” Pangolin grunts. “Warped or not, we still need to work out the route!” Kestrel gives a huff before the others start to chatter on about routes. I see Kes whisper something into Mako’s ear before she nods to the bird.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Kes leave the group. I follow behind, seeing this as an opportunity to talk to the bird. When I walk around I see she’s putting away some more of her gear.

“Hey Kes, a word?” I ask as she throws a large duffle bag into the trailer, she turns her head and hums before cocking her head, eyebrows furrowed, but eyes curious. “S’nothing bad, just a little pep talk.”

“What’s up?” She responds as she walks over, popping her knuckles a little.

“Couldn’t help but to notice there’s a little bit of break-down in communication with Pangolin, wanted to see what was going on outside of the rift.” I point out, her eyes now become confused.

“I just don’t wanna talk to him, I haven’t forgiven him yet, so why should I?” Her confusion grows. “Thought you said it was okay not to forgive if I’m not ready?”

“I’m aware.” I state. “And I still stand by that. The issue is that you can’t really just completely shut down communications full stop in your situation. You are part of a team with him and teammates need to talk to each-other to keep everyone safe.” I can see her head tilt more, her eyes watching me. The mental image of a cat turning their ears towards a sound to listen pops into my head as I continue. “I’m not saying you have to be all buddy-buddy with the blockhead, just keep talks to business only type things until you’re ready.”

“Mmmm.” She hums in understanding while nodding her head before rubbing the back of her head. “Yeah… I was actually going to ask about that… Learning the hard way about the importance of clear communication, even if the person you’re communicating to is on your shit-list…” She murmurs sheepishly. I shake my head.

“Yeah… For the both of us.” I say with a light chuckle. “Hey, aren’t we supposed to drop that?” I remind, but this time in a more light hearted tone, knowing she didn’t bring it up as an attack, but as an acknowledgement of a lesson hard-learned.

“Yeah, I suppose we are… But that doesn’t mean we forget the lessons.” She chimes gently. I nod my head in agreement. I feel my habit of patting backs come up, but seeing as I’m not quite sure how Kes feels about being touched, I keep my hands to myself. Settling for a simple chuckle and a nod.

“Hey, hotheads!” I hear Mako call out as I stow away the container that held the Amp into the trailer I’m going to be bunking in for the trip. “I don’t know what kind of smooching or whatever you two are doing over there, but get your asses back over here! Huddle up!” My mind stutters as I try to think of a response.

“Oh my god, MAKO!!” I hear Kestrel shout. “Just because a couple of people go off on their own for five minutes doesn’t mean they’re in the middle of playing tonsil hockey! Good god, get your head out of the gutter, will you?!” I hold back a little bit of a snort and roll my eyes. So it’s one of those kinds of friendships, huh?

A small flicker of a memory flashes by, of Zeke with his binoculars and me asking him if he was spying on some chick in the shower. I smile sadly at the thought, but I shake it out of my head before following the Gunsmith out.

We join back up in the huddle and Dove pulls the modified GSP thing, showing a straight-shot going from Droptown to this new Tri-Point place… Wait, isn’t Tri-Point in Oklahoma City? Question marks fill my head until Dove speaks up.

“Alright, here’s the plan, we’re gonna straight-line it the best we can from here to Tri-Point, wanna avoid highways and other roadways as much as possible as bandits like to prowl those areas and while I’m sure we can handle them, they’ll just slow us down…” The Dove turned parrot chimes. “We’re gonna have to clip the top of Texas, but it’s the quickest route.” Everyone murmurs and nods before Pangolin speaks up. I hope he doesn’t say something stupid.

“Unfortunately, due to a spike in Warped activity and numbers, we’re going to have to restrict our movements. Once the sky goes dark, we stay put. No travel, no night missions, no wandering off.” Pangolin states with a firm voice. “Some of the meanest and the heaviest hitters of the Warped come out at night as they are sensitive to UV. Best not get into any unneeded scuffles with those bastards so we can get to Tri-Point as quickly as possible.”

I could hear the screeches and the roars of the Corrupted in my head as Pangolin talks about the Night Warped, memories of the swamp monsters barrelling through the Rebel camp as the “Dunbar Beam” as Zeke called it burned through the bastards like a magnifying glass roasting an ant. I want to say something, but I decide to keep it to myself.

With the briefing finished, Pangolin dismisses us. All of us disperse to their respective trailers and I follow Dove to his since that’s where I’m bunking for the trip. As I make my way to the trailer, my mind doesn’t stop thinking about what the brick armadillo said about those Warped becoming worse at night… They were already a pain in the ass as is… And the less spoken about the tumor monster or the “Summoner” as it’s being called, the better… How can they get any worse?

As I hop into the trailer and shut the door behind me, a more important question echoes in my head… Do I really want to know?

The HEMTT rolls out as I ponder. In truth, I don’t think I do.

#infamous #infamous 2 #cole macgrath #demon of empire city #infamous: no man's land #xeno writes #caper #blast shard caper #Pangolin #Dove #Mako #conduit ocs

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snoffyy · 2 years

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Not a prompt, because you have given so much already, but I am curious:

In your Heart Surgeon AU, do you ever imagine that Yue might have a minor crisis of health and somehow end up in the ER where Dr. Zhao just happens to be? More specifically, how do you envision such a scene might play out?

Is the good side-burned doctor calm and patient and content to pass off his favourite barista’s care to a nurse or other medical professional, or does he make it his personal mission to see her well? 👀

YES. In fact; Crooked, when did you learn to read minds o.o

One piece I had been mentally tinkering with included Yue having a minor accident and Zhao incidentally being the doctor on call. But then that idea decided to take its own turn and have Arnook being the one in need of urgent care. I actually have it written, so I'll pop it under the cut.

HOWEVER, assuming that there is no emergency where Zhao is needed, I can definitely see him letting the nurses take over all like "Yeah, I trust my colleagues." but as soon as they walk away, he'll manifest by her side from thin air going, "You know what? I'll have a look too. You know, as a second opinion."

He strikes me as the type of person who is very, very meticulous in everything he does, and so that might explain why I decided to shove him into a medical profession for this au. And if someone close to him (yes, even Jee), happens to require aid, he'll buzz around like a fly until he's personally happy with their progress.

Some additions from this au that I may or may not visit:

One of Zhao's most prized possessions is unironically his stethoscope.

Katara expressing an interest in an internship under Zhao, incidentally creating more opportunity for Yue and Zhao to meet outside of work.

Every time Arnook and Zhao get into a disagreement, Zhao tries to restrain himself from telling Arnook that he knows what his insides look like, so stop telling him 'It's not what's on the outside that matters,'

A deeper look into why Zhao decided to choose medicine when he's known to be rather abrasive and harsh.

“ER reporting a car crash victim, Doctor. You’re needed.”

“What do we know?” Zhao asked, briskly walking down the hallway.

“Three cars involved. All victims mostly unharmed, except for one with fractures.”

“Involving the chest?”

“Yes. A man was driving with his daughter when they crashed. The daughter appeared fine, but the man sustained a heavy injury to his chest and has symptoms of sudden chest pain and shortness of breath. The ER doctor thinks it’s a pneumothorax on the left side.”

“Is he conscious?”

“No.”

“Get radiology onto it if they aren’t already,” Zhao ordered sharply. “Prep the OR in the meantime.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“And the daughter?”

“With him right now.”

Zhao nodded before pushing the double doors leading to the ER open, marching into the exam room and brandishing his stethoscope.

“Good afternoon, my name is Doctor –” Zhao stumbled to a stop when he took in the now familiar sight of white hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin. Except now, the girl’s white hair was frazzled, her blue eyes wide and stricken, and her face pale.

“Zhao?” Yue asked hesitantly, voice frail.

“Yue,” Zhao greeted softly. But professionalism sunk its fangs into him, insisting that now was not the time. He turned to the ER doctor, calm schooling his face, “Status?”

Numbers were shoved at him. Zhao skimmed it over, sucking his teeth as he noted the blood pressure and heart rate.

“Blood transfusion?” Zhao asked.

“Your call,” the ER doctor replied.

Zhao nodded, inserting the tips of the stethoscope into his ears and placing the diaphragm on the man’s left side before tapping the sternum. Hollow, booming sounds echoed back at him. Zhao removed his stethoscope and grimaced.

“Get an X-ray done,” Zhao said. “I’ll brief his daughter on the procedure.”

The ER doctor nodded, barking out a couple orders as the man was wheeled out, leaving Zhao alone with Yue.

“Zhao –” Yue started, her eyes beginning to mist. “What –”

“Your father is likely to have a pneumothorax; otherwise known as a collapsed lung,” Zhao said gently. “A scan will tell us the exact extent of the damage. Then, we’re going to wheel him into the operating theatre, where I’ll either remove the outer membrane of his lungs or attempt to insert a chest drain so that trapped air can escape out of his chest cavity.”

“Okay,” Yue bit her lip. “Okay. Okay, sure. Will… will he be okay?”

“It’s a very standard procedure,” Zhao reassured. “There’s a very good chance he will be fine. I will be overseeing the operation.”

Yue nodded slowly. “Okay.”

Zhao hesitated. “Would you… would you prefer a different surgeon? I assure you that our familiarity will not affect my judgement or performance, but if you’d rather…”

“No,” Yue assured, eyes faraway. “No. I trust you.”

“Okay. Good.” Zhao looked her over carefully. “And… have you been checked over?”

“What?” Yue startled out of her daze. “Oh. Yes. Yes, I have.”

“Right,” Zhao said, feeling like a fish out of water, which, respectfully, what the fuck. The hospital was his territory, his space, and yet he was still floundering about like a complete buffoon.

“Right,” he repeated, “um, I’ll get going. Need to get my scrubs on and wash up. Everything will be okay, I promise.”

Some part of him wanted to wince when he made the promise. For life was fickle, and all medicine had ever taught him was that he, try as he might, was simply one man trying to claw back the lives of countless others. Maybe years of medicine had inured him to it all.

“Thank you,” Yue murmured.

It took five hours. Five long hours.

But as the last suture was tied off, Zhao let out a sigh of relief. Stable vitals, a repaired lung, chest drain inserted, and no terrible events during the surgery.

Stepping out of the operating theatre, all cleaned up, Zhao spotted Yue in the waiting room, head ducked, hair hanging around her face. He cleared his throat, and she jerked her head up.

“Is he okay?” she gasped. “Was – was…”

“Everything went well,” Zhao soothed. “He’s resting right now. Visiting hours are over, but I’ve convinced the nurses to let you pop in for a quick visit.”

“Thank you,” Yue said sincerely. “Thank you so much.”

“I can go over the details of the surgery and recovery,” Zhao shoved his hands in his pockets. “But I have a feeling you’re not up for it right now. We’ll be keeping him in the hospital for a week or so, just until I’m happy with his progress.”

“Thank you,” Yue repeated, beaming. “I’m… I’m glad it was you. A friendly face was honestly more grounding than anything during this whole ordeal.”

“Of course,” Zhao said. “I shouldn’t hold you up any longer. You should go see your father.”

Yue stood up, brushing off her pants. “Yes, of course. This really wasn’t the meet the parent scenario I was imagining.”

And with that, she walked off, leaving Zhao to remain frozen, gawping.

Oh.

Well, that was definitely not going to be something his mind was going to obsessively think about for the rest of the night.

#thank you!#this got really long i'm sorry #but i've got this au splattered everywhere #in my docs that is #heart surgeon au #zhayu #fried fish #i feel like i've forgotten some other additions #but mayhaps that is for another day

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10 Must-Have Modern Kitchenware Appliance 2023 Every House Needs - JMeta Home

You've come to the correct spot at JMETA HOME, if you enjoy cooking but need more time or if you're frightened of cooking yet need to start but need to know how. The presence of a variety of helpful modern kitchen home tools is the first step toward a simplified and practical cooking experience. The correct kitchen gadgets and devices may make cooking enjoyable and straightforward. The modern kitchenware home appliance may cut your prep time in half, simplify little culinary activities, and support you with time-consuming and complex procedures.

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Unleash Boldness: TPU Gloss Military Green Car Vinyl Wrap

Ready to make a statement with your ride? Introducing the TPU Gloss Military Green Car Vinyl Wrap—where military-inspired ruggedness meets sleek, glossy sophistication. This wrap isn't just about looks; it's about transforming your vehicle into a standout piece of automotive art. Here’s why TPU Gloss Military Green is your next must-have upgrade.

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Applying TPU Gloss Military Green Car Vinyl Wrap can be a DIY project or done professionally for perfect results. Here’s a brief guide:

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echovilled · 2 months

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— my little saint.

→ pairing: sante amore x selina liu → word count: 1,072. → song: i don't have a song in particular to tie this to but i was listening to a lot of adele while writing it 😂 → notes: im trying to get back into the swing of writing things that have been sitting on my mind for a hot minute and this is what came of it. i can't believe this originally started out as potential tidbits on both twins lol.

It seemed like a lifetime ago when the early mornings were filled with prepping for the day before the sun rose. The days when the showers were ice cold to shock her awake or how harshly her mother would scrub her skin until the micro-abrasions would appear. Her cruel and venomous words would be used not only as a painful reminder but also as a pernicious sense of encouragement. In return, this treatment would aid as a motivator for Selina throughout her academic and professional career.

Now, things are different.

Now she's married and has children of her own. The days when these memories were still fresh in her mind have withered away, and although she still feels those side effects from time to time, their hold on her is not as strong as before. The family she has built with Sante serves as a reminder that there was a life before meeting him and a different one after falling in love with him.

As Selina lies in Sante's warm embrace, she feels the comfort of his arm resting on her waist as her arms are wrapped tightly around him, which has been a standard since they first shared a bed. With the utmost reluctance, Selina does not understand the concept of "sleeping on her side" of the bed. Even so, with their demanding careers and parenting their 4-month-old twins, sleeping together is the intimate solace they find at night.

It wasn't until a small, plaintive cry pierced through the peaceful quietness that Selina's attention was drawn. Her eyes fluttered open, and she immediately knew it was Santino, their four-month-old infant son. Both twins had just started to learn how to sleep through the night, and while Sandrino had been adjusting quite well, Santino was still having a little more trouble.

Instinctively, she gently disentangled herself from Sante's hold, careful not to wake him as she moved from their bed and tiptoed into the hallway, her steps light and cautious. As the nightlight glow from the boy's nursery came into view, she found the culprit of all the sudden noise snuggled in a sleep sack with his tiny fists balled in the air as he cried from frustration. She had always felt a deep pang in her chest whenever her children would suffer through any misfortune. Even if it's something as small as sleep regression. She knows that it's normal, and Sante tells her that it's normal, but that doesn't stop her from wishing that any pain her children are suffering through should be passed on to someone else's kids and doubled.

"Santino, my precious jade turtle," Selina whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. As she lifted him from his crib and into her arms, his cries began to subside slowly. She cradled his small body close against her chest as she moved to the next crib, using her free hand to gently adjust Sandrino's sleep sack and ensure his comfort as he continued to sleep.

With soft, shushing sounds, Selina carried Santino to the sitting area. It usually helps him when there's a change of scenery, and tonight proved no different. Once she settled into the rocking chair with Santino still snuggled and close to her chest, his cries diminished from whimpers to soft coos and smiles as he looked up at her with wide eyes.

She happily returned his smile, even while feeling the sudden heaviness in her throat that came with it. Every time she looked at her two sons, she couldn't help but feel intense emotions about motherhood and how she could handle the most critical position of her life.

She lets out a long sigh, still sitting in the rocking chair as she looks on pensively while Santino sucks gently on her finger. She worries so much about the twins that she feels like she's overthinking it sometimes. For the past 4 months, and possibly down to the moment Selina found out she was pregnant, she wanted everything to be perfect from the moment they were born until they became grown men, possibly even further than that.

It wasn't until she realized that she may be overcompensating for the unhappy childhood that she did have and becoming the exact opposite of her own mother. She couldn't find it in her heart to be abusive or cruel to her children, and she definitely loved them more than anything. On top of that, she couldn't see herself leaving Sante the way her mom left her dad. She is far too enamored and in love to abandon him.

It isn't until she hears Santino's gentle snoring that she is brought out of her thoughts. She looks at him again, noticing how much his features blend with hers and Sante's. There was no doubt that Sandrino was her son, but she might have trouble proving that Santino was hers in the future. The thought of it slightly annoyed her, but even so, from this angle, where Santino is sleeping, Sante's genes have clearly won both the battle and the war.

She shakes her head, chuckling, and gently kisses his forehead. "Sleep tight, wǒ de xiǎo shèng (My Little Saint)."

She stands up carefully so as not to wake him again and carries him back to the nursery. She lays him back gently in his crib, adjusting his sleep sack. She then sees Sandrino stir slightly but doesn't wake. She breathes a sigh of relief as Sandrino's temperament has not been the best at waking before his time. Naturally, she kisses both of their foreheads and returns to the bedroom. She feels a sense of contentment as she slips back to bed. Sante instinctively wraps both arms around her, pulling her close once more.

"Is he okay?" Sante's voice was a sleepy murmur in the darkness. Although his voice was steady, she could hear a slight tinge of worry in his tone.

"He's perfect," Selina whispered as she nestled against him. "Everything is perfect."

As they're lulled back into sleep, her previous worries slowly melt away and are replaced with a new sense of optimism. This could also be the influx of conflicting new mom emotions at work, but deep down, she knows everything will be okay. She can never change things from the past, but she knows that they won't be the same, and she's content with knowing that.

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stephenexteriorpaintingllc · 1 year

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Common Mistakes to Avoid while doing Garage floor painting

Few jobs have the same influence on the appearance and functioning of your garage as a well-executed garage floor painting job. A fresh coat of paint may provide new life to this frequently ignored space, making it not only more visually appealing but also more resistant to the wear and strain of regular use. However, in their drive for a faultless finish, many DIY enthusiasts make several typical garage floor painting blunders that can result in less-than-desirable results. To guarantee your garage floor repainting endeavor is a resounding success, avoid these hazards. You may create a polished, lasting, and aesthetically acceptable outcome by grasping the complexities of garage floor coating and avoiding these mistakes.

One of the most common garage floor painting blunders is failing to prepare the surface properly. It's tempting to start painting right away, but failing to fully clean and prep the surface might compromise even the highest paint quality. Over time, garages tend to accumulate dirt, grease, and other contaminants that might interfere with paint adherence. Skipping the critical processes of washing, degreasing, and etching the floor creates an insufficient canvas for the paint to cling to, resulting in peeling, chipping, and a considerably decreased paint job's lifespan. Furthermore, if existing cracks or defects in the concrete are not addressed before painting, these concerns may emerge through the new layer of paint, jeopardizing the overall quality.

Failure to Perform Proper Surface Preparation

Proper surface preparation is one of the most important phases in any painting process, and garage floor painting is no different. If you skip this step, your painted floor will have poor adhesion, chipping, and a shorter lifespan. Before you even consider painting, make sure the floor is free of dust, filth, oil, and other impurities. To remove persistent stains, use a degreaser and consider pressure washing for a thorough cleaning. Repair any cracks or defects in the concrete surface to provide a smooth foundation for the paint to cling to.

Choosing the Wrong Paint

Choosing the appropriate sort of paint for your garage floor is critical for long-lasting effects. Avoid using interior wall paint or conventional exterior paint since they are not meant to handle the intense foot and vehicle activity that a garage floor experiences. Instead, use epoxy-based or polyurethane paints that are particularly developed for garage flooring. These paints are long-lasting, resistant to chemicals, oils, and abrasions, and have a glossy finish that improves both look and usefulness.

Primer is omitted.

Skipping the primer may appear to save time, but it is a mistake that can lead to paint failure in the long term. A good primer forms a strong link between the concrete surface and the paint, which improves adhesion and extends the life of your garage floor painting. Make certain that the primer you use is compatible with the type of paint you want to use. Using a primer also helps to seal the concrete, preventing moisture from penetrating the paint and producing problems such as bubbling or peeling.

Insufficient ventilation

When dealing with paints and chemicals, adequate ventilation is critical. Many garage floor coatings create toxic vapors that might be ingested in restricted places. Adequate ventilation not only protects your health but also aids in the proper drying and curing of the paint. Maintain an open garage door and utilize fans to increase air circulation. Consider wearing a respirator mask to protect yourself from the fumes if required.

Application Process Hastening

When it comes to garage floor painting, patience is crucial. Applying too quickly might result in uneven coverage, drips, and an overall messy finish. Use a roller or a paint sprayer to evenly apply the paint. Begin in a corner and work your way out in tiny pieces to ensure even covering. Follow the manufacturer's drying intervals between coats, and avoid walking or driving on the freshly painted surface until it has fully dried.

Ignoring the Weather

The weather may have a huge influence on how well your garage floor painting endeavor goes. Painting should be avoided on days with heavy humidity, great heat, or extreme cold. These circumstances might have an impact on the drying and curing of the paint, resulting in poor adhesion and durability. To get the greatest results, pick a day with moderate temperatures and low humidity.

Failure to Maintain

Even when garage floor painting is completed successfully, there is still work to be done. Regular maintenance might reduce the life of your paintwork. Sweep or dust mop the floor regularly to eliminate dirt and debris that might harm the finish. Oil spills should be cleaned up as soon as possible to avoid stains and damage. Consider using a clear topcoat regularly to offer an extra layer of protection.

In the end, the garage floor painting adventure reveals a tapestry of problems and achievements. With the knowledge to avoid frequent pitfalls, your endeavor may blossom into a seamless mix of beauty and practicality. The basis for a finish that defies the wear and tear of time is laid by methodically preparing the surface, selecting suitable colors, and embracing patience as a virtue. The echoes of missed primers and hurried applications fade, leaving a tenacious tribute to the balance of preparation and execution in the area of garage floor painting.

The legacy of a well-painted garage floor goes beyond its visual appeal; it embodies the essence of cautious decisions and rigorous maintenance. While the trip is difficult, it provides a transformative experience that goes beyond paint and concrete. As you traverse the complex landscape of weather, ventilation, and upkeep, the metamorphosis extends beyond your garage floor and into your overall approach to projects. Thus, the part of garage floor painting concludes not only with a beautifully painted surface but also with a complete revelation of the creativity in detail-oriented workmanship.

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Creating Beautiful Stained Concrete From Start To Finish

More than ever before, commercial business owners alike are pulling up tiles and peeling back the carpet to uncover their concrete floors. Lovely Stain concrete flooring are one of the most astounding flooring solutions, and that they’re additionally one of the most durable. Concrete works nicely with an extensive range of architectural patterns due to its simplicity, clean strains, and stylish look. And with more concrete stain alternatives to be had than ever before, you could create a look that fits just about any flavor or fashion.

In case you’re considering staining your concrete flooring, you might be wondering what to expect for the duration of the system. In this post, our concrete floor staining specialists at Sealwell Industrial Floor Experts break down what you can assume from the beginning to complete while we create your beautiful concrete flooring.

1. We Start With Floor Prep

If your concrete has any adhesives or glue from vinyl floors or carpet, we are able to do away with those from the floor. Our ground prep method will also take away any bubbles, cracks, chips, or different flaws in the concrete floor. We use a moist grind method that integrates diamond abrasives and water to lessen friction and dust. The manner outcomes in a slurry and permits us to create smoother, more correct ground surfaces. It additionally reduces the discharge of silica dust into the air, which can be harmful to inhale. The end result is a cleanser workspace and a greater attractive floor.

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2. We’ll Follow The Stain Or Dye

Next, it’s time to use the floor dye or stain you’ve selected. One-of-a-kind staining products will let you come to be with extraordinary effects. As an instance, our fake fusion stain is a semi-transparent stain with a color pop. It seems wonderful on any flat or stamped concrete floor wherein a coloration fusion is desired. Whichever stain you pick, we are able to apply your chosen ground stain in step with the directions of the producer.

3. We Are Able To Seal The Concrete Surface

The last step in growing the proper stained concrete or epoxy flooring ground is to seal the surface of the concrete. We’ll wait until the stain has completely dried before starting the sealing manner. We are able to then practice the sealer in a comparable fashion to the technique used to use your stain. The resulting sealed surface may be resistant to particles, moisture, and stains.

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Purchase PrepStart Air Abrasion Cavity Prep from Zest Dental at the Best Prices

Are you searching for a trusted Dental Supply Company near me for high-quality dental supplies and equipment at competitive prices? Look no further! Prestige Dental Products is an authorized dealer of leading brands in North America that is dedicated to providing dentists with advanced dental supplies and equipment.

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wabashmfginc · 2 years

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Refurbishment Of Course Of Water Tanks

The major advantage ofaluminum fuel tanksis that aluminum is self-protecting until it will get enough air exposure. So, we ensure that the gasoline tank will get adequate air publicity so that it won’t get corroded and spoiled. We also ensure that all the materials used in the installation of the tank don't lure or suck the water.

Our expert team permits us to manufactureVertical Stainless Steel TanksOur vary is manufactured using A Grade raw supplies. These tanks are designed with wonderful features, such as it is obtainable in numerous sizes and dimensions for storing larger chemical substances and in addition avoids contamination. We are among the pioneers within aluminium water tanks the industry for manufacturing and supplying Mild Steel Tank to a wide clientele based throughout the nation. The provided tank is fabricated by our diligent professionals using optimum grade supplies and has excessive tensile strength. Being proof against corrosion, chemical substances and abrasion, it's extensively demanded by our purchasers.

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Never let me go

Happy x Reader

Requested by @isitmine I hope you like it hun! I’m sorry it took such a long time for me to complete! I added a lot more length to make up for it! School and work has been crazy but it was a lot of fun to write this and be creative!

Honorable tags: @justahopelessssromantic and @princessofthalia

Warnings: being hurt by a prospect, cursing, violent Happy, murder, a bit of gore

“Hey, didn’t Jax want y’all to meet up with Gemma? I thought she was getting her new furniture shipped in today.” Y/N asked.

“Why the fuck do you care?”, the prospect, Maggot, barked.

“Well, I was just hoping to see Happy soon.”, Y/N responded, confused on why he was being so rude.

“Oh! So you’re one of his bitches huh?”, he grumbled.

“No!”, she argued, “I am his old lady!”

Y/N couldn’t believe a prospect was being so disrespectful to an old lady. Let alone her! She didn’t think she was anything special but Happy was Sergeant-at-Arms and the terrifying Tacoma Killer and she was his pregnant wife. While thinking through the different possibilities of how to handle the situation, she felt a hand land on her neck.

Y/N was at the point where she thought she was going to pass out when she clawed out at his face. The first couple of swipes were misses, until she finally managed to dig her nails into him.The pain must of startled him enough because his grip began to slip. Y/N pulled away quickly and dropped to the ground. She was heaving and thought she might vomit.

“God dammit!” He shouted, bringing his hand up to his face only to see it covered in blood.

He started towards her again and picked up a broken beer bottle on the way.

“Think, about what you’re doing here Maggot,” Y/N kept pausing to breathe, “the club isn’t going to take this lightly”

“They don’t care about anyone but themselves! No one will miss a crow!” Maggot yelled, swiping at her with the broken bottle.

Y/N flinched and covered her stomach with her arms. She was barely showing right now, only in tight clothing but she still wasn’t going to let anything happen to her baby. Maggot missed the first time in his fit of rage but managed to catch Y/N’s left arm on the second swipe.

She began to scream in pain and shout for help, crying out for Happy or anyone else who may be nearby. Maggot swiped at Y/N again, but she luckily managed to knock the sharp glass out of his hand. This really pissed him off and before she could bring her arms up a hand collided with her face. Her head snapped to the side and when she brought a hand up to her face she realized she was crying.

Maggot appeared to have reached his wits end. His arm raised up into the air again and she began to pray to any diety that would listen. Screaming at the top of her lungs, hoping someone will hear her.

Jax looked up from the custom bike he was working on when he heard someone screaming like a banshee from within the clubhouse. He made eye contact with Opie and dropped his tools. Both brothers sprinted across the lot, worried for whoever was making that noise. They burst through the door and were enraged by what they saw.

Maggot was rearing back to hit her again, when he was suddenly jerked away from her. Opie had grabbed Maggot by his raised arm and dragged him away, surely dislocating the prospect’s shoulder.

Jax tried to console Y/N but she didn’t seem to recognize who he was. She was so overwhelmed with fear that she just curled in on herself. Jax believed she was still trying to protect her baby.

On his way towards the garage Opie ran into a frantic Gemma, “I heard screaming. What the hell is going on?”

“This piece of shit hurt Y/N!” Opie growled, throwing the prospect onto the concrete. “ Jax is in the clubhouse with her now. You should probably call Chibs, it didn’t look good.”

Gemma shook her head and stomped away and into the clubhouse. She had already dialed Chibs by the time she opened the door and gasped as he answered the phone.

“What’s wrong doll?” the irishman asked.

“It’s Y/N. Maggot hurt her pretty bad and we’re gonna need your help. How soon can you be here?” Gemma asked.

“Shite! I am grabbing my med bag now. I’ll be there in five.” He said and Gemma could here him scrambling to grab his stuff, “Put pressure on any bleeding and try to keep her from hyperventilating” he demanded as the motorcycle rumbled to life before he hung up on her.

Gemma ran to the kitchen and grabbed some towels before making her way to Y/N and her son. She pulled Jax away and told him to call Tig and Happy. Tig could organize everyone coming in for church so they could vote on Mr. Mayhem and Happy needed to be told what was going on. Jax flipped open his phone and walked to the bar to make the calls.

Gemma slowly moved further into Y/N’s line of sight and spoke in soft, dulcet tones, “Hey, baby. How about you let momma check on you, huh?” Gemma had helped raise Y/N with some other members of the community. Her family had bailed on her when she was sixteen and the town came together to help her. The club provided her with a dorm room and Gemma has been her mother figure ever since. “There’s a lot of blood sweetie…” Gemma grimaced, “Can you show me where it is coming from? You're safe now, your brothers and I are gonna take good care of you.”

“Happy?” Y/N whimpered, looking around.

“He’s on his way.” Jax cut in, walking up behind Gemma and putting a hand on his mom’s back.

“I want Happy!” Y/N whined again pitifully.

“I know sweetheart. She’ll be here soon. How about you let Ma look at your arm huh? Get you cleaned up some before Happy gets here.” Jax asked, knowing it would coax her into letting Gemma touch her.

“Okay... “ Y/N said and slowly uncurled.

When Y/N released her arm, they both gasped. Gemma quickie covered her arm with one of the towels and applied pressure. There was a gash going up her arm. Starting on the outside of her wrist and wrapping its way past her elbow. Some of it was going to need stitches, judging on how deep it was.

Chibs came barrelling through the door and went straight to the bar sink to scrub his hands. He paced quickly over to the trio, still drying his hands.

“Hello dolly, can I have a look see?” Chibs spoke softly to her, noting that she seemed to have gone into shock. “Atta girl!” he commended, when she didn’t flinch when he moved to check her injuries.

She was beginning to develop a deep bruise on the right side of her face. It appeared that the hit had managed to fracture her cheek bone and she had earned a black eye from the mistreatment. He lightly prodded her neck making sure there was no damage to her trachea or esophagus and deemed that she would heal easily enough but be tender for the next week. When he went to press his palm to her stomach and check on the baby she locked her hand on his wrist, digging her nails into him. Her eyes began to fill with tears again as she shook her head with fear.

“Okay, okay darlin’. I’m not gonna hurt you or the baby. Just wanna check on them. Gemma, could you try to put your palm on her stomach? I wanna see if we can get a kick. That means we can skip the hospital… Maybe just have a house call for an ultrasound later?” Chibs tried to speak softly and hide his concern. It didn’t look like the bastard had been able to make contact with her small bump but he had to be sure.

Gemma slowly reached out and when Y/N made no move to stop her, placed the hand that wasn’t holding the towel to her adopted daughter’s stomach. She waited worryingly, hoping to feel the baby kick.

The clubhouse door slammed open again and a rumbling “Babygirl!” spewed frantically out of Happy’s mouth as he trekked across the clubhouse. Gemma sighed in relief when the baby shifted at the sound of their father’s voice and nodded at Chibs. Gemma slowly shifted away from Y/N and stood to stop Happy quickly.

“What are you doing, Gem? I gotta see her!” Happy growled, restraining himself from letting his anger unleash on the club mom.

“And you will see her. I just wanna make sure you’re gonna keep your head on straight. She is in shock if you come in all burly and pissed it won’t help her or the baby. Jax has already called a meeting and that shit will get what is coming to him, but right now you need to be here for Y/N.”, Gemma spoke quickly and with authority. “Now, if you can keep your cool, I am sure it would be a big help for you to sit with her and help Chibs.”

Happy nodded his head and stepped around Gemma. Quickly crouching to the ground to make sure Y/N could see him.

“Happy!” She let out in quiet relief.

He shook his head in attempts to subdue his anger, “Yeah babygirl! I’m here now. Hmm, let me take a look at you?”

She slowly turned her head as his hand caressed her chin and happily allowed him to press his palm to her stomach. The baby slowly kicked along his palm and he smiled in relief.

He turned to Chibs to ask what he needed to do. The irishman directed the Tacoma Killer to gently move his old lady to wear he was sitting against the wall behind her with her body cradled between his legs. Y/N tilted her head back to let it rest against her husband as he wrapped his arms around her. At Chibs instruction his right arm went around her shoulders, his left rested along her baby bump and bent his left knee so she couldn’t see her hurt arm.

“Alright, little pinch hun and then it shouldn’t hurt so bad, hmmm.” Chibs said.

He slowly unwrapped the arm and Y/N jolted when Happy growled in distaste. When she looked up at him to see what was wrong, he tilted his head down and nuzzled his nose against her unmarked cheek. Chibs quickly injected local anesthetic to multiple spots along the abrasion and waited several minutes before running a gloved finger along the injury. Y/N didn’t flinch in Happy’s arms and Chibs took that as a go ahead.

Chibs prepped his supplies and began to clean the gash of glass. Some shards had remained on the bottle when Maggot broke it and he wanted to make sure nothing was embedded when he began to suture. Y/N was slowly coming back to herself and tried to adjust to where she could see when she felt the tugging on her arm.

Happy easily distracted her with forehead kisses and talking through what was going on. He reassured her that something would be done about the prospect. When he mentioned that church was called, she shuddered and begged him not to leave. Happy consoled her to the best of his ability but nothing seemed to work. Jax overheard and let them know this was going to be the only exception of an old lady attending church. Chibs agreed saying that even though they knew Happy’s vote, he had a right to listen to everyone else’s. Plus Chibs was going to give Y/N’s nurse midwife, Tatum, a call as soon as he was done so he could give her pain medication. Y/N would probably sleep through the entire meeting anyways.

Chibs finished suturing her arm and told Happy to take her up to his dorm and help her shower. Happy agreed after Chibs explained that he should have an answer by then and could give her some medicine and wrap the sutures. Happy stood carefully before lifting Y/N into his arms.

He carried her up the stairs and sat her down on their bed. They had a house that was almost done being renovated and they decided to save money by moving back into the clubhouse for the time being. Happy was glad that they lived here, especially right now. He knew she was comfortable and everything was at his fingertips. He could easily lay them both out new clothes and get her comfort items.

“What do you wanna wear after your shower, babygirl?” Happy questioned, wanting to make sure she was comfortable.

Y/N shrugged but told him no when he went to open her loungewear drawer. She quickly directed him to his drawers with the point of her finger. He chuckled at her and pulled out one of her favorite shirts of his to sleep in. It was a faded grey t-shirt with Reaper Crew written in blue on the chest. He also grabbed her a pair of underwear, fuzzy socks and a pair of her sweatpants before quickly laying out new clothes for himself as well. He then scooped her up again and brought her to their bathroom. Y/N began to tear up again when Happy helped her take her shirt off, well his shirt off.

“No, no, no… don’t cry baby! I’m here now. What’s wrong?” Happy asked, concerned.

Y/N let out a whine, “I got blood on your shirt! It’s ruined!”

“Babygirl”, he couldn’t help but chuckle, “You’re crying over my shirt? I can fix that one easy! Just need the hydrogen peroxide.” He calmed her, wiping away her tears.

“Really? How do you know that?” She looked up at him hopeful and then confused.

He shook his head at her cute little scrunched nose, “I’m the Tacoma Killer babe!”, he elated with his arms spread wide, “I would have a very empty closet if I threw away clothes everytime a little blood got on them.”

Y/N giggled. Sometimes she would forget her husband’s renown and think of him as her reserved, badass. Happy corralled her into the shower and quickly stripped so he could join her. He grabbed new washcloths, before joining his wife in the shower.

The couple used this time to check in and reassure each other. Both clinged to the other, gently washing away the blood and trauma of the day. Y/N rested her head on his chest while he shampooed her hair. She braced her hands on his waist tilting her head so he could rinse away the suds.

Happy grabbed her chin and she could feel his chest rumble against hers as he growled at the marks on her neck and face. He leaned down and rubbed his nose against her cheek. Y/N quickly stood on her tippy toes and brought her lips to his. Happy let out a groan before posessively attacking her lips with his. Y/N could tell he was reclaiming “his territory” and she wasn’t mad in the slightest. She gasped when his teeth tugged on her lip and he happily delved into her.

By the time the couple was done showering, both felt reassured in their bond and were clean of Y/N’s blood. They both quietly changed into clean clothes and Y/N let out a quiet groan when the pain in her arm began to make itself known again. As soon as she was dressed, Happy wrapped her up in her beloved blanket and handed the turtle stuffie to her before scooping her up again.

When they reentered the clubhouse, the mess had been cleaned and it looked like nothing had happened. Gemma walked up to the pair and handed Y/N a plate covered in some of her favorite snacks and told her that her babies had to eat before kissing her head and walking off. The plate was filled with cubed apple, cheddar cheese, some strawberries, dill pickles, a few chunks of pumpkin bread and a handful of chocolate covered pretzels.

Happy then carried her into church and sat down. He pulled his legs across his and braced her back with his right arm before sneaking away some of her chocolate pretzels. She began to grumble at him when Chibs approached the duo. He smiled at the two before passing Happy a bottle of pills and a bottle of water.

“She can take up to two every eight hours. Two will knock her out and one will just make her a little loopy.” He told Happy before turning to Y/N, “You can go ahead and take two now. I need to apply an antibiotic to the stitches and then wrap your arm, then I’ll leave you be darlin.”

“You’re never a bother Chibby.” Y/N stated before swallowing the pills Happy placed in the palm of her hand, “Thank you for taking care of me”. Y/N reached out and gave Chibs’ hand a squeeze before he began to wrap her arm.

“Tatum will come by tomorrow morning for a check up on you and the baby. She assures me that we handled everything correctly and that the medication will have no ill effects on you or the baby. She wanted me to remind you to hydrate and let others take care of you”, he said, giving her a knowing look. “I am staying here tonight, just in case. We will need to rebandage everyday and the stitches should be able to come out in a week in a half or so.” Chibs informed them before pressing a kiss to Y/N’s palm and standing.

He walked out of the room and Y/N leaned further into Happy. She munched on the apple and cheese chunks and sipped on the water when Happy encouraged her to do so. She was about three quarters of the way through her plate when her head began to bob. Happy had to prod at her to keep eating what Gemma plated for her. After her head bobbed for the third time, Jax knocked on the door and stepped through.

He looked at Y/N softly and waited for Happy to nod “Let’s do this brother”

Slowly the rest of the patched club members filtered their way in. Jax took his seat, quickly followed by the rest of the main table. Jax slammed the gavel to start the meeting and smiled apologetically at Y/N when she jolted at the violent noise. Happy pushed the turtle plushie further into her arms and tucked her head into the crook of his neck.

Y/N let out a soft sigh of content and snuggled in, letting the medicine take full effect. She would jolt every once in a while when the guys allowed their anger to take control or raised their voices. The vote to indict Maggot to face Mr. Mayhem was unanimous but his sponsor decided to move charters before the vote. He didn’t feel right invoking Mayhem on his prospect but it was well deserved and the vote needed to be unanimous.

Within the hour, Happy was handing Y/N off to Gemma who was going to watch over her until the men were done. Jax normally would make the prospects stay with the women but he wanted them to see this. All of the crap that had happened was due to a prospect thinking he was the shit. Maggot forgot that the club is family and he certainly forgot the consequences that come with betrayal.

Jax easily approved of Happy killing Maggot in the same ways he hurt Y/N. He began by telling the man that the entire club voted for him to meet Mr. Mayhem and when the prospect had the audacity to try to spew more hate about Y/N Jax couldn’t control his anger. Completing one of the steps of the man’s death by driving his fist through his temple.

Maggot fell to the ground but didn’t stay there long. The prospect had enough wit to scramble backwards when Happy stalked towards him. The Tacoma Killer had a sick smile spreading across his face while stalking towards the piece of shit who hurt his wife. Happy wrapped his hands around Maggot's neck and lifting him into the air.

Maggot choked for breath and Happy laughed. The killer waited until it looked like Maggot was about to die and then released his neck. Maggot struggled to catch his breath and flinched when Opie busted a new beer bottle and handed it over to Happy.

“You thought we’d forget!” Jax yelled motioning for Tig and Half-Sack to pin the squirming Maggot down.

Happy dug the beer bottle into Maggot’s arm and when the disgrace began to wail Tig punched him again. Blood was flowing steadily from the gaping wound running towards the garage drains. Happy then went wild with the sharp glass, rapidly stabbing the man repeatedly until Opie pulled him off and knocked the bottle out of his hand.

Happy’s body shook with adrenaline and a growl worked his way up and out of his chest. The satisfaction of killing the bastard was battling his desire to drag it out. If he wasn’t itching to get back to Y/N and their unborn baby. He shook out the jitters and gladly accepted a work towel from Chibs. His clothes were a mess of blood.

Happy trekked across the lot and into the clubhouse before ripping off his clothes and shoving them into a bag. He hauled ass up the stairs in just his boxers. When he cracked open the door to his room, Gemma was sitting on his side of the bed reading a book and Y/N was curled around her plushie on top of the covers.

Gemma got off the bed, gave Happy a look and smiled when he nodded back. She pecked his cheek before heading out the door. Happy silently maneuvered through the dorm towards the shower. He rinsed his body until the water ran clear and then soaped up. Once out of the shower, he threw on clean boxers before nudging Y/N awake.

She squinted in annoyance until she realized it was him, “C’mon doll. Let’s get you ready for bed.” Happy encouraged, pulling her out of the bed and to the bathroom. He handed her a toothbrush and grabbed his, letting her lean on him sleepily while she slowly brushed her teeth. He motioned at the contact case once their teeth were clean.

Y/N was taking her contacts out when Happy asked “Music tonight?”

She bobbed her head in response, “Can you put on Florence and the Machine?”

He nodded, leaving the bathroom. Happy pulled for the fan, put the record Y/N requested on and pulled back the covers. He heard the toilet flush and looked up to see Y/N stumble back into their room. She toed out of her sweatpants and socks before snuggling under the covers up against Happy.

His arms went around her stomach and Y/N’s hands rested on top of his. He thumbed at the baby bump. It helped remind him that their baby was going to be okay and that Y/N was safe now. Y/N turned her head to nuzzle into Happy’s shoulder and breathed in his deep scent of cinnamon and sweet tobacco. Y/N dozed off to the sound of her murderous man’s heartbeat and “Never Let Me Go” playing in the background.

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"Fuck!" My eyes blink open. I silence my alarm clock , the soreness of my shoulders stiffens my movement as I attempt to stretch. Sweat glazes my forehead as I yank my covers back.

Must've been another night terror.

School starts today and I'm not looking forward to it. People will have questions, to which I won't have the answers. Questions about a night I'd rather erase from my memory all together. Not to mention Leilani. She's worried sick enough as is.

Dangling my legs over the side of my bed, I shuffle to the bathroom. I'm greeted by a complete stranger in the mirror. These healed deep-seated bite marks were once unadorned remnants of dried blood and mauled skin. The mere absence of my bandages can only be a fucking miracle.

There's not a day that goes by that I don't count my blessings. Every time I look at them. Every time I see Leilani's face. Both as my heinous reminders of when I nearly lost my life.

I groan as my hands curl around my locker door handle. Students gather their things for first period, their minuscule chitter-chatter and the vextious ticking of the hallway clock slowly grow louder.

The first period bell rings as I enter AP English. Murmurs from my classmates drive me up the wall. At this rate I'll claw my desk apart.

Mrs.Sahlest rambles on about the discovery of the missing dead girl's upper half being found this morning. Those responsible are still on the loose.

Spinning my pencil between my fingers, I get a earful of someone's phone call. I glance around, not a single person has their phone out. It's ring tone pounding insistently leads me to look out the window.

Some random guy digs through his bag, his phone to his ear.

"Calling me three times is a bit much mom. I know you're nervous, so am I. Okay. I love you too." He hangs up.

He's standing out in the quad near the front gates. How can I hear that if I'm four stories high off the ground?

Principal Cayton leads him inside. He bombards him with queries through the double doors until I realized they're heading to this room.

Mrs.Sahlest calms down the class. Principal Cayton steps inside.

"Class, listen up please. I'd like to inform you that we have a new student attending Qenstead Prep. Make him feel welcome."

The new kid enters the doorway. His statuesque height was the first striking factor about him. Apparelled in grungy clothing, he definitely seems like your run of the mill lady killer.

"Please, tell us about yourself."

The air in the room was bitter. He licks his lips before clearing his throat.

"Um, my name is Choi San. I just moved here not too long ago. I hope to eventually get acquainted with you all."

His vision dwells on mine for a second.

The class erupts but quites back down. Principal Cayton leaves, while Mrs.Sahlest points to the only seat available behind me.

"You can sit right there. Hyunjin, raise your hand."

Girls who are already fawning over him jointly scan down the row of desks. He slowly walks in my direction. His nauseating cypress and firewood musk hit me like a ton of bricks.

Though no one else shows direct signs of any repulsion towards him.

That smell...how the fuck....?

It's disturbing familiarity makes my heart lurch in my chest. Wraithlike abrasions ache to such a degree that my long recovered injuries feel like they're relapsing. My hands notably shake as I grin and bear it.

I try not to draw too much attention to myself. There's no plausible way he could've been there...right?

In next to no time, the second period bell rings. Free to breathe after my grisly reminiscing, I turn behind me to San who wasn't in his seat.

He flashes by the doorway. Damn! I race after him, but his figure disappeared in the sea of students. Not capable of sniffing him out, the weight of his scent tailes off.

Walking to mathematics, a sickly sweet aroma grabs my attention. It leads me to Leilani at her locker.

I sneak behind her and cover her eyes. She jumps slightly at the sudden contact.

"Guess who?" I ask.

Vanilla chamomile tickles my nose as she relaxes under my touch. Leilani strokes her thumb over the back of my hand.

"Is that you Jinnie?"

I slowly lower my hands from her eyes as she turns in my grasp and hugs me.

"Good to see you too Ankle Biter."

Leilani playful shoves me away. "Is it just me or did you get taller?"

"Yeah, I'm almost six foot three."

She pouts closing her locker. "Awe no fair. Sorry I was late. I picked up a latte on my way here."

"No biggie. I know how you get without your morning coffee. Your perfume smells good by the way."

"Thanks, it's lavender sea salt."

I frown my brows.

Now I'm convinced my sense of smell has gone bonkers.

"Lavender sea salt huh? Not bad." Scratching behind my neck, I pat her head.

That's not at all what I smell....

"Let me walk you to class 'kay?"

She nods slinging her bag over her shoulders.

Who's scent was that?

School slips past quickly. Probably cause I could hardly keep my head on straight without curbing the urge not to cover my ears and not to vomit.

San's presence kept getting under my skin every class we had together. It was an effort in and of itself for me not to loose my cool.

Leilani, I.N., and I are packing our things before we head home. Putting in my locker combination, my ears zone in on someone's conversation.

"It's only a matter of time before his first full moon and first heat begins. Those closest to him are in grave danger. We have no choice but to put him down. For good this time."

My eyes widen at their final sentence.

"Who the fuck..?"

"Yoo-hoo? Hyunjin?" I.N.'s voice echoes like it's from far away. "Are you even listening?"

My vision focuses on his hand waving in front of my face.

"Huh wha-?" I snap out of it.

"Give 'em a break will yah? It was only his first day back. We can talk about your conspiracy theories some other time."

She nudges my side dumping somewhat of her textbooks in her locker. Outside at the quad San and I lock eyes.

He smirks waving at Leilani.

"See you Monday San!" She waves back.

You can't be serious...

I guess my face gave me away. Leilani shoving her hands in her pockets giving me a questioning stare.

"You really don't like him do you?"

"He rubs me the wrong way. Like he's hiding something. " I kick at the concrete.

I.N. rolls his eyes. "You're one to talk. You've been on cloud nine all day. Did you eat an edible or something?"

I scoff. "I wish. You do realize I'm not at Saint Vale's staring at those blank walls in my hospital room anymore right? Everything is going to take some getting used to."

"Whatever the case," Leilani sighs. "You've got the whole year ahead of you."

I raise my hand to the sun, letting it seep through my fingers. "I'm counting on it. "

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚖 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 ~

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anti-cyclone · 4 years

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Wrong Turn

Aziraphale/Crowley, rated T. Chapter 1 posted to AO3 this Sunday, July 12. Writing by me, art by @d20owlbear

As part of the Good Omens Mini Bang - @do-it-with-style-events (or visit the AO3 collection)

Summary: Lots and lots of somethings are wrong. First, Crowley's nearly hit by a car. Then he almost brains himself tripping over new and excessive piles of books at the bookshop. To add insult to near-injury, Aziraphale starts throwing knives at him. Safe to say his day could be going better.

The thing that's the most wrong of all is the universe, of course. In this one there was never an Arrangement. Aziraphale and Anthony (they can't both be 'Crowley') aren't friends and they certainly never agreed to prep for Armageddon. Unfortunately, the end of the world is two days away.

So that's something Crowley really has to fix before they can figure out how to get him home.

Excerpt (we join Crowley in the - well, in a bookshop, anyway):

Everything - Every single thing - here was wrong. The traffic wasn't right. The bookshop wasn't right. Aziraphale was definitely, absolutely, not right.

Crowley's miracles were still working, though.

"You devil," Aziraphale snapped, uncreatively, when all the lights in the shop went out in the same instant.

Crowley didn't reply. Crowley was busy skittering away from the back of the shop, around the spiral staircase, and through some cobwebs up into a particularly black corner of protective shadow. He could hear Aziraphale snapping his fingers. The lights did not come back on. Crowley had sunk enough power into that miracle to give him time to flatten himself up against the ceiling.

The next thing he heard was absolutely-not-Aziraphale fumbling around in the dark. A quick rush of air heralded the flare of a candle in his hand. He raised it and peered out into the shadows of the shop.

The yellow light made his hair look blond instead of white. At least until the candle flickered, and shadow crawled briefly over definitely-not-Aziraphale's face.

Lots and lots of somethings were wrong.

Most immediately, an angel prowled the shop with a wicked (blessed?) dagger and said things like, "I didn't expect to see you again after our last discussion," which as far as Crowley remembered had been about what pastries he, Crowley, was supposed to pick up at the restaurant. Incredibly-not-Aziraphale went on, "I don't know how I could have communicated more stringently that if you trespassed in my territory again, it would be a painful mistake."

Crowley concentrated on not breathing. If he breathed, he made noise. If he breathed, it made the panic slosh around in his gut and he hadn't figured out what to do with that yet.

The other thing that was immediately wrong were the cobwebs on the ceiling. They stuck to his hand and there was one close enough to his face that Crowley had to actively concentrate on not sneezing. That should have been a clue. His Aziraphale, the right Aziraphale, used poor cataloging and abrasive customer service like a pearl-handled dagger. The shop was a maze all on its own. He didn't have to resort to piles of books and ephemera on the floor. There certainly weren't any cobwebs - at least not up on the ceiling where no customer could even see.

The wrong Aziraphale passed under him and continued walking through the aisles.

"If you aren't going to come out and face me, you could at least tell me what in Heaven's name you're doing here."

"You invited me, you blasted idiot," Crowley snapped, doing something funny in his throat to project his voice.

It was the suit. That's what Crowley should've noticed earlier. The suit, it looked - It looked just like Aziraphale's, but new. That should've tipped him off to this being the wrong Aziraphale, like all the mess and dust should've tipped him off to this being the wrong shop. And yes, he knew that knowing this is the wrong shop meant his comeback didn't work, but he was preoccupied with huddling in a dark corner and not getting repeatedly stabbed.

A demon could only think of so many things at once.

Several aisles over, the wrong Aziraphale stopped. He turned in the opposite direction from Crowley - great, that means throwing his voice worked - and tilted his head. Candlelight caught the extremely sharp edge of the dagger.

"Please," he said, sharp. But there was also a tiny hint of something else. Doubt? That's what actual Aziraphale's voice sounded like when he suspected he might have missed something. "The only way I'd ever invite you anywhere would be - Why, it'd be a sign of the end times."

"Funny thing," Crowley muttered. "That was six months ago."

The wrong Aziraphale kept staring into the opposite part of the shop. He lowered his dagger but did not put it away. "Perhaps you should tell me a little more, Crawly."

"It's Crowley."

Aziraphale turned, and now his face was wrinkled in confusion. He almost looked like the real Aziraphale. "Since when?"

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duker42 · 5 years

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P1. Well I hope you don’t mind my request for a story. The idea came to me when I was looking at cheesy porn intros and heeeey got me thinking, why not a crack😆 Modern AU where Levi is like a lecherous neighbor that pining over his new neighbor reader that’s unhappily married with a jerk husband(not abusive just an asshole that’s misogynistic) after that he ‘became friends’ with the husband (just to get close to reader) then one morning then Levi comes in like, literally breaking in their house

So I’m not going to lie...I loved this cheesy Porno scenario!!!! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

*****WARNING*****NSFW

💜More Than Neighbors💜

The obsession started a community block party. The loud and abrasive voice caught his attention, his tone downright rude. That was when he saw her.

He knew her name, it was Y/N L/N, she lived next door to him with her husband. He had seen her before, coming and going from their house as he went to work.

Levi had seen the way her cheeks flushed with embarrassment when her husband, Steve had ordered her back to their house to get him another beer. Knew that she hadn’t appreciated the way he talked down to her. The pat on her ass as she walked away made the rest of the men around Steve look away uncomfortably.

In that moment where her husband acted like a misogynistic asshole, Levi noticed how absolutely beautiful she was. He found himself watching her as she talked with the other neighbors, her smile genuine when she was away from Steve’s side. It wasn’t as bright when she looked at the man she was supposed to love.

Levi started coming over, talking with Steve about sports and asinine things that he really didn’t give a shit about just for the opportunity to see Y/N.

He noticed the way she was unhappy, the smile that never reached her eyes. The way that she shied away from Steve’s touch. Even if the oaf didn’t realize it.

Her husband was a pig, delighting in making crude remarks about how tight Y/N was, how good she was at laying on her back and taking his cock. What he didn’t know was that Levi was obsessing about her taking his.

The summer was the worst. Steve started bragging about making Y/N sleep naked, making her available when he was horny. The image of Y/N laying naked in bed fried Levi’s brain.

He knew that he was better, could give her better. He wanted her to want him, dreamed about fucking her as he pumped himself with his hand. Cum spurting from the swollen tip of his throbbing cock as her name spilled from his lips.

His breaking point was the day he caught her sunbathing. He was supposed to be at work. But he had stayed home, his car in the shop so she had assumed no one would be looking from his bedroom window into her back yard.

She was splayed open wide, honeyed skin slick with oil. He drank in the sight of her as he stroked himself over and over again, making a mess all over himself. He wanted to leap over the fence and pounce on her, but he had a darker desire.

The idea of seducing Y/N in the same bed where she slept with Steve had become a central fantasy of his. He imagined how to it would feel to be inside her, making her gasp as she bit down on her pillow to keep from moaning as her husband snored away. It was the best “Fuck You” she could give her asshole of a husband.

Levi didn’t sleep that night, nervous energy keeping him awake as he wrestled with his inner demons. There was always the chance that she would scream, wake Steve up. It was a huge risk he was taking. He would go to prison for what he was considering. But in the end, he wanted Y/N too badly to listen to his internal warnings.

Their security system was a joke, something easily overridden. The locks to their doors child’s play. His time doing shady shit in his youth paid off when he felt the tumblers on the lock catch and the door handle twist open.

He shed his clothes downstairs, his cock already hard as he made his way up the stairs. The layout of the house was similar to his, and he had helped hang the ceiling fan in their bedroom a week ago.

Y/N slept on the side closest to the door. Steve too much of a prick to protect his wife in sleep. Levi would never allow his woman to be the first an intruder could get to. Although he appreciated the irony as he lifted the covers and slid beneath them to lay against her nude back.

His moment of truth came when he moved his hand to her skin as he spoke in her ear. “Don’t scream, Y/N. It’s me.” He urgently whispered as his hand covered her mouth.

He felt the intake of air as she woke up. The stiffening in her posture as she realized she was still in bed and her neighbor was behind her. He couldn’t help but nudge his aching cock against her ass, letting her know he was just as naked as she was.

The haze of sleep was rapidly falling away as her breathing accelerated. He wanted to assure her, let her know that he didn’t want to hurt her, only make her feel good.

“I want you, Y/N. I want to make you cum while Steve lays there, unaware that you are cumming on my cock.” He breathed, his free hand sliding down from her arm to cup a generous breast. With the flick of his thumb he made her nipple start to harden, making him push against the soft roundness of her ass even harder.

“Let me fuck you. Let me make you cum in the same bed your asshole of a husband is still sleeping in. Let me fill you with my cum while he dreams.” His tone was husky and he could feel her shiver against him.

Levi moved his hand down slowly, tensely aware of her reactions through small movements. He wanted her to want this. His cock throbbing in anticipation as her thighs shifted open to allow his hand more room to explore.

He found the silken folds already wet. “Did you fuck him last night?”

She shook her head.

“Did you masturbate?”

She nodded.

He hummed in pleasure at the thought of her spread and playing with herself while Steve slept. He didn’t have to prep her for his cock, she was already slick from her earlier activities. It worked out so well for him.

“Y/N....let me fuck you?” It was a question, not a demand.

She answered by pushing her ass back against him. His eyes closed in thrill of the moment as he moved her leg up and centered himself behind her.

The first thrust made him want to cum. She was tight, Steven had been right about that. Molten hot, her walls gripped him as they pulsed around his hardened member. They both kept their eyes on the man turned away from them as she gasped against his hand.

There wasn’t a change to the sounds coming from him, still firmly asleep as the clock read 4:02 AM. Levi grinned as he tweaked her nipple. It was so much better than his dream.

The small grunts that escaped her were muffled by her pillow, his own lip throbbing from biting down on it as he pumped his shaft into her body. Y/N had quickly gotten into the spirit, leaning back to kiss his neck ever so often as Levi continued to fuck her.

He didn’t fuck her as hard as he wanted, not wanting to wake her husband by making the headboard hit the wall. But the measured thrusts were still powerful and deep as he thrusted into her willing body.

“Levi” She breathed, sounding so erotic he also shot his load right then. Her hand hand come back to fist into her hair, pulling him closer to her as they moved.

His fingers moved down to her aching clit, the position on their sides with her leg up over his allowing his easy access to her sex. He pinched the nerves before rubbing it between his two fingers.

The loud keening sound she made, made them freeze as Steve shuffled and grumbled in his sleep. Their breathing ragged as they tried to stay quiet. His blood thumping in his ears as he strained to listen to see if the man was waking up. He sighed in relief when the snoring started back up.

The thrill of being found out spurred them on. Made her wetter as he continued to drive into her. He felt her trembling around him, knew that the end for her was almost there.

His hips continued to rock against her ass, grinding himself into her wet heat harder as she started to clench around him. He loved the little muffled sounds she was breathing into the pillow, the way that she responded to his cock.

The tightness in his sacs meant that he was almost there. His body tensing as he pushed himself into her over and over again.

“Ready for me to fill you?” She nodded. “Take my cum baby.”

She gasped out as his lewd words drove her over the edge. Her walls pulsing around him frantically as he drove deep on last time. His cock twitched, pumping jet after jet of hot spunk deep into her womb as she came around him.

He couldn’t linger, the clock now reading 4:52AM, the alarm set for 5AM. He needed to be gone before Steve got up to get ready for work. Levi kissed the back of her neck, withdrawing reluctantly and getting out of the bed.

“I want a picture of your pussy filled with my cum.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss her again, as she hummed her acknowledgment against his lips.

Levi’s grin was wide as he made his way down the stairs, re-dressing and making his way out of his neighbors house. When he had gotten out of the shower at his own residence, his phone had buzzed with a picture of a cream filled pussy from Y/N and a message that read “Same time tomorrow?”

~~~~~

Every morning for two months, he slipped into his neighbors house. Got into bed with the two of them, fucked the man’s wife laying right beside him. It was the what he looked forward to after waking up every morning.

Levi tried not to feel jealous thinking about Steve sleeping with Y/N. It was his wife after all, but he couldn’t help feel better when she had whispered that she always made her husband use a condom. She hadn’t liked the feeling of cum in her pussy until Levi had shot his load into her.

He made sure that she loved it. Filling her every morning and sometimes in the afternoon when he got back from work before Steve. Especially that afternoon where she was sunbathing again but caught him watching that time. She had spread her legs and fingered herself, beckoning him to cover over with her free hand.

He was a normal fixture over at their house in the evenings. Small secret smiles at each other over dinner as her husband remained unaware of what was going on. He was too dumb to get the clue, apparently. Too focused on watching TV to realized instead of helping with the dishes, Levi had his face buried in Y/N’s pussy as she stood in front of the sink in the kitchen, his body hidden by the island as he made her cum wit his tongue.

Or the time that Y/N was under the table, hidden by the cloth, with her mouth around Levi’s cock as Steve walked into the house. Grunting about his shit day, he had disappeared to their bedroom to shower, unaware that his neighbor’s cock was pumping cum down his wife’s throat at that moment.

~~~~~

The knock on the door startled Levi from his work. He hadn’t been expecting anyone, and Y/N was at a doctor’s appointment. Closing his laptop, he went to the door to find Y/N standing there. A nervous, yet determined look on her gorgeous face.

Levi knew he was in love with her, and a large portion of him hope she returned the feelings, but he hadn’t been able to voice it. Better to keep it to himself while he enjoyed the fact that she let him fuck her whenever he wanted, and seemed to love it. She had confided that she was eager to fuck him, unlike her duty to Steve. It had made him hope even more that she cared for him.

He let her in, wondering what had caused her to come to him. She knew that most days as soon as he finished up whatever he needed to do, he was coming to her.

Moments later he found out.

“Levi......I’m pregnant.” Y/N said, twisting her hands nervously. “It’s yours.”

He stared at her. His mind a jumbled mess of emotions and thoughts, all screaming that the woman in front of him was pregnant with his child. He knew it was his. Y/N and Steve had only had sex twice since they had started, always using a condom. Levi didn’t, filling her with his seed every day.

“You got me the first time apparently. I’m two months along.” Y/N continued, watching the myriad of expressions crossing his usually placid face.

Pride filled him at that. He still had that pictured, her satisfied pussy filled with his cum. Knowing that was the shot that had created the life resting in her womb.

He still hadn’t spoken, trying to find the words to say. To tell Y/N what he wanted to happen, but he couldn’t find the right way to phrase it. To tell her to leave that asshole and raise the baby with him.

“I.....I’m leaving him. For you....if you want me.” Y/N said, her voice small. She must be nervous about how he would react to all of this at once.

Levi lit up, grinning widely at the fact that she wanted the same thing he did. “Let’s go get your shit.” He said, reached for her, kissing her desperately.

They were now going to be more than neighbors. More than lovers. They were going to be a family.

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kitchenappliances1255 · 4 years

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Guide: How To Clean Dish Set

If you don't want to eat all your dinners on paper plates, you will have to wash them. If you do your dishes in an organized way, it should take minutes, not hours. That is the good news.

There are two ways to wash dishes: by hand or in the dishwasher. Both forms have their devotees. There seems to be a disagreement over which one is better. Some prefer the dishwasher for its convenience, and others prefer to wash their hands because you can control the amount of water you use and make sure your dishes are clean the first time.

Related: How to clean dish rack

Wash dishes by hand

For instructions on using the dishwasher, scroll down.

There are two methods you can use to wash dishes by hand. One requires a two-hole sink, and the other is for those with only one sink in the kitchen. On top of that, they take roughly the same steps. Before starting the washing process, you must throw the food scraps in the trash. You can also run it through the garbage disposal, but then you risk clogging the sink.

1. Fill the sink with hot water.

Use the hottest water you can without getting so hot that you burn yourself. Do not fill the sink to the top, as you need room to drop the dishes. Do it halfway. If you want, you can load a large bowl at the sink instead of the sink. This will make it a little easier if you have to change the water.

2. Soak pots and pans

If you have dishes that have been baked in the dirt that will be difficult to remove, such as pots or pans, fill them with hot water as well and place them on the counter, so they are out of the way. Let them sit for about 10-15 minutes. You can also put smaller dishes with baked gunk in these pans, like spatulas and knives.

3. Add the soap

Add a couple of squirts of dish soap for hand washing into the sink and swirl it with your hands to make a uniform solution with lots of bubbles. If the soapy water is harsh on your hands, you can wear a pair of rubber gloves. This will also protect it from being cut by any utensil.

4. Start washing

Start with delicate glasses and plates, such as those used for dessert. Next, clean the silverware, then move on to the dinner plates, and finally the pots and pans and cookware that had been soaked. You want to do the most delicate items first to make sure they don't break, and the dirtiest things last, so your sink and cleaning tools don't get dirty early in the process.

To start washing, dip the dishes in the water and scrub off any grease, sauce, or food using a kitchen brush, sponge, or steel scouring pad. Since steel wool can be abrasive, please do not use it on dishes made from delicate materials, such as stainless steel. To clean the forks, use the corner of a scouring pad or dish towel to work between the teeth.

Be sure to scrub every part of every item, including the handles of coffee cups and saucepans where finger oils have deposited. The old adage "squeaky clean" comes from washing dishes; you can tell when a plate is clean when it actually starts to squeak when you rub it.

If burnt food still doesn't move after soaking or scrubbing, see the How to Clean Burned Food from a Saucepan guide for more options.

Replace the water and add more soap whenever it is too dirty to spotless later dishes or when the water has cooled, or the soap suds are gone.

5. Rinse the dishes

When you finish scrubbing each plate, you should rinse it under the tap to remove the soap or in the second sink if you are using the two-mouth method. For this method, you can fill the double sink with warm water and submerge the dishes to rinse them, replacing the water as needed. If you don't have a second sink, just rinse the dishes under the tap. You may need to drain some of the water while you do this. Using warm water is fine. If you have hard water, add a cup of white vinegar to the rinse sink to help prevent mineral deposits from forming on your dishes as they dry.

6. Check the dishes

After rinsing each plate, check to make sure it is spotless. Any leftover sauce or food will be pretty obvious, but you may need to remove your gloves and check with your fingers to make sure all the fat has been removed. If any amount of soil remains, repeat steps four and five. If you still can't clean the dish, you can try soaking it longer or using a stronger cleaning solution.

7. Dry the dishes

Once you are sure that each plate is really clean, please wash your hands, so they are neat too, then dry the plate with a new dish towel. Do not use a bath or hand towel, as lint can stick to your dishes. You'll want to dry your dishes on the go, not save them all for last, as you don't want them to get stained or stained when wet. If you can, enlist a friend or friends to help you dry. It is an easy task; they will remain your friends after this. If this is not an option, you can let the dishes dry on a drying rack. Be sure to put the bowls and glasses on the rack upside down, so the water doesn't pool.

8. Put the dishes away

Store dishes in the cupboard after drying. That way, they'll be easier to find later and harder to hit the ground and break.

9. Clean the dishwashing area

Once the dishes are put away, wipe down the dish rack with a damp cloth then towel it dry to prevent mineral build-up from hard water. Wiping out the sink is also a good idea to remove any food debris.

10. Clean prep area

Whenever there are dirty dishes in the sink, that means the food was prepared somehow, which means that the countertops and stove need to be cleaned. Use a dish towel or sponge with soapy water to remove crumbs or sticky dirt, then wipe counters with a disinfectant kitchen cleaner if necessary to make sure the food prep area is safe for the next cooking session.

Using the dishwasher:

Dishwasher preparation is a much shorter process, especially if you have one of the newer dishwashers that will pretty much scrape everything. If you're not so lucky, you should soak your pots and pans, as in step two, and then follow the scrubbing instructions in step three. You should also scrape up as much food as possible to avoid clogging your dishwasher drain.

Inspect your dishwasher to determine the location of the water jets so that you can avoid blocking them with a large pot if necessary.

Once done, simply put the dishes in the dishwasher, taking care to place lighter, more delicate dishes on the top rack, so they don't get damaged. Cutlery should be placed face down in the basket. Make sure not to pile too many items in the cutlery basket or in the dishwasher in general, as they will not be cleaned; it is better to run two separate charges if necessary.

It's a good idea to mix the cutlery in each compartment of the basket for the same reason, as they can easily be stacked, which would prevent them from being cleaned.

Add the detergent to the dispenser. Make sure not to overfill the dispenser. One of the most common mistakes is using too much dishwasher detergent, leaving a residue on the dishes. Usually, only two tablespoons of detergent are needed but read your specific product label for the most precise instructions.

If your machine has an air rinse dispenser, you can fill it with a little white vinegar, which is especially helpful if you have hard water or use a commercial rinse aid.

Put your dishcloth or sponge in the dishwasher, too. However, do not put nylon scouring pads in the dishwasher, as high heat could melt the nylon.

When everything is ready, lock the machine and run it. While the dishwasher is running, complete steps 9 and 10 from the previous section: Clean the dishwashing area and prep area.

Most dishwashers drain into the sink, so make sure the sink is not clogged before starting the dishwasher, or you could end up with a huge mess on the countertop and floor.

When the dishwasher is finished, remove the dishes and put them away. Please give them a quick check to make sure they are clean and dry first, so there are no surprises later when you set the table.

A Dish Cloth vs. A Sponge

In the great debate between using a dish sponge and a dish towel, science says that the cleanest option is a dish towel. There are several reasons why a dish towel is a cleaner:

A sponge is more porous and can more easily harbor bacteria.

A sponge doesn't dry as fast as a dish towel, which allows bacteria to live longer.

A dishtowel can be sanitized after each use more quickly than a sponge, which could disintegrate if boiled in water or exposed to chlorine bleach.

If in doubt about which is better, be aware that the FDA has banned using a dish sponge in any commercial kitchen due to the increased risk of bacterial contamination.

It is generally easier to clean with a scouring pad than a dish towel when scrubbing power is needed, but you don't need to have a scouring pad attached to a sponge. Instead, get a smooth scouring pad or sponge, which can withstand harsher disinfection processes. If you invest in several, you can clean them along with the tea towels every few days so that you always have a clean one to wash the dishes, or if you use a dishwasher, you can put them in the dishwasher every day where hot water can disinfect them.

Additional tips

It will be much easier for you and the friends you recruit to help you clean the dishes while cooking each meal. Instead of leaving dirty dishes on the counter for hours, you should at least rinse them right away, so the food doesn't settle. This will make it much faster when you run the detail of the plate.

Some items that should never be washed in the dishwasher are glass, earthenware, cast iron, copper, wood, and any plastic items.

Never use dish liquid designed for hand washing in the dishwasher. Dish liquid is created to produce a large amount of foam, which removes bacteria from surfaces. In the dishwasher, this foam can overwhelm the available space and begin to leak, creating a soapy mess on the floor.

Many liquid dishes contain ammonia, especially those that are antibacterial. Never use chlorine bleach in a sink or on a dish towel or sponge if the liquid in your dish contains ammonia, as the combination creates toxic fumes.

In a large family home, it may be helpful to put a sign on your dishwasher that allows you to toggle between "washed" and "unwashed" so that everyone always knows whether or not the dishes inside are clean.