Snippet For Part 2 Of Sir... We Have A Problem!

Snippet for part 2 of Sir... we have a problem!

" You think... that you can oversee our daughters for a full day without difficulties?" You arched your eyebrow in amusement as your husband held one of your 5-month-old daughters in his arm. Gently jumping her as she was studying her father's hair, yanking the strand as she babbled while the other one was playing with one of his shadow soldiers' infirmary group. The other twin, laughed and giggled as the shadow mage tickled her tiny belly. Your hubby nodded.

" Yea, and as their father, I'm willing to take the entire day spending with my precious little cuties." Your husband spoke with a fair and appealing voice as he brought his kid up to his face and rubbed it against hers while he gave you puppy dog eyes.

You sighed since your husband has always been busy with dungeon raids, and he did as though he hasn't been spending time with his own children, so your husband thought it would be okay for you to take a day off while he watched the twins.

"Okay, let's make a deal: If you can follow this list for the whole day, I'll let you watch them for next week and give you a special treat for your job well done." You emphasized the 'special treat' part. As you walked up to your husband, placing your head on his chest and hiking your leg on his hips.

He gives a teasing 'oh' "And what happens if I don't?" Giving you a signature smirk.

" No cuddles for two weeks." You teasingly commented. Knowing he will have no choice but to win this deal.

every hundred years.

I can't stori you're (" The Basterd") Dark Schneider x reader fanfic stori.

here your welcome

Blood and Gold

“Gold is forever. It is beautiful, useful, and never wears out. Small wonder that gold has been prized over all else, in all ages, as a store of value that will survive the travails of life and the ravages of time.” — James Blakeley

“And now, born from the ashes, she’s a warrior in bloodied black.” ― Amie Kaufman

TW: Blood, angst, mild cursing

Pairing: Samuel Seo X Thicc Reader

A/n: I am pretty sure no one in the lookism fandom thought about a chubby reader, good thing I came along

Overview: Being the adopted daughter of a household of men, a server at your father's club, and a bouncer, and encountering your boss all in one night.

Chapter 1: The bloody club

A bit of Background information:

You didn't live in a remarkably regular home. Your parents were constantly arguing every day for what seemed like forever. Your father was a drunkard, and your mother tried her best to put food on the table. But when you heard them argue time and time again, You couldn't take it anymore, so you ran.

As far away as you can, away from it all. But the conflict was born in humanity, and it is impossible to escape it. You lived on the streets. And finding food, home, money, and clothing. But it wasn't easy, only leaving home at 5 years old, it was something you must acclimate to. For months, you lived in harsh conditions, stealing food from stores and taking clothes from any nearby neighbors, it became a daily routine for you.

Everything changed within one instant.

You run down a busy street with food in hand, barefooted and with a ragged hoddie and pants while the shopkeeper was pursuing you from behind. " Get back here, you little brat!!!" The storekeeper blurted angrily. As he was just about to seize you by the shoulder, but you were a fast one. Making a sharp turn into the closed street corner, the storekeeper fell into one of the trashcans. Injuring himself as you thought you got away from that guy. Someone pulled you from almost killing yourself because a car nearly hit you on impact. You looked behind at your rescuer, the elder man wearing a suit and tie along with a long black coat and suitcase. You stared at him for a second before the streetlight turned green and people started walking. The old gentleman tugged you along with him as you were struggling to break free. " I've been looking for you for quite some while," The old man spoke calmly, his voice sturdy and firm, "My men told me they had some trouble with a small lassie. So, I considered I attend to the matter myself, but it seems fate got us together. Heh… How peculiar." He chuckled as the two of you walked to the other side of the avenue.

" So... 'm in trouble or something Mr.?" You emitted quietly as he barely let go of your hand. He got on one knee and gazed into your eyes, gentleness and forthright. He shook his head, " No, you're not. as of matter of fact, I want to take you home with me."

Has he gone mad? why would he take in a street rat like you... let alone a chubby one

Even after all the trouble you caused... What's going on in this old man's head?

Before you could get away from the man, a limousine pulled up in front of him. " Ah, look like our ride Is here." He clamored merrily as the driver opened the door for him. He got in before turning to you, "well, you coming in or what, my adopted grandchild?"

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And that's how you were adopted by an old man, became a server and bouncer at your grandfather's party joint: The Bloody Club. It has gotten the name because of the fighting that had happened there, and possibly you being in the middle of it. As a bouncer, if they start something, you gotta break it up, or otherwise, it'll escalate.

As you were serving some people on the lower floor with one of your younger brothers, the music was blasting, and lights flashed throughout the party. People were dancing, drinking, and talking loud as hell. You did a slight mini hop as the DJ played your favorite song. " Heyy, your favorite song's on." Your brother yelled as he served the beverages to the women in a facade of him, plainly trying to get in bed with him. He is attractive, after all. All the men in your family are, and you are too.

Clamoring started to draw your attention to the dance floor. Two intoxicated males with tattoos are about to start a brawl. You sighed as you went down into your skirt sack and grabbed your Golden knuckle braces, with your full nickname spelled on them: Bloody Baroness. You went from behind the counter and to the dance floor.

" Go raise hell, Baby Baroness." Your Younger brother hollered. As he was going to cover your shift.

You moved some of the people to the side as you went into the conversation, " Oi, How about you two take this outside? Don't make it a scene." You reasoned as the two men stared at you with malicious intent and fever drunkness. " And doe a little girl like you gonna do about it?" He said soberly as he reached in his pocket. " I'll have to use force and kick out." You forewarned.

He yelled as he got the blade out of his pocket and attempted to swing, but you ceased at mid-mark, crushing his wrist as he screamed," Don't provoke it further. I'll get messy." You stared into his eyes with the intent to knock his sorry ass out.

Until he knew what happened, you threw him across the entrance door as he ranged flying in the air. The audience gasped and mumbled, how the hell, did you do that?!

The other man went to whack you with his left hook, but you avoided it. He sent numerous punches as you kept dodging each one of them. As if you can glimpse the moves before he strikes them. In his last strike, you grabbed his arm and gave a couple hits of your own to the face and stomach as the gold braces put an indent into his body. He collapsed and puked up the liquor he had. " So, how was your trip to Punch city?" You asked as you walked around him.

" No-N-No way, I Ain- Urghh" He stopped mid-sentence as you kicked him in the face. " I'm sorry to say this..." You snarkily replied. As each blow went to finish him off. " You. Are. Already. Finished!" You grunted as you sent the final blow to his gut as he collapsed to the floor with bruises and blood on his body.

You looked around to see that before you intervened, they'd broken a couple of things before you came over here. You looked at the currently; unconscious man's gold watch and a couple of rings, one of them being a diamond ring. You grabbed the man's expensive watch from his wrist. And the rings on his fingers, "I'll consider this as payment for the repairs." You smiled as you told the guards to get him out of here. While the guards went to remove the man from the premises, you walked backward until you bumped into someone. " And here I thought you might need some help. looks like I'm not needed." He chuckled. You turned around to see who you were going to apologize to see the elevated muscular man who was littered with tattoos. Possibly from head to toe, He wore a black shirt that was buttoned up to his chest, showing more of his tattooed chest, sleeves rolled up to his elbow, and puffing out a cigarette from his mouth.

You scoffed, " As if I need any help from a stranger. Also, I live with a family of boys at home. I've never seen you around here before. You new?" You questioned.

He inhaled the cigarette from his lips and puffed a wave of smoke from his lips. " The name's Samuel, baby girl." He reached out his other hand to shake hers. " Y/n L/n."

You walked back to your bar with your brother, wrapping up his shift and yours. The people from the club began to head out of the building. " Should I tell gramps about getting repairs, or should you?" Your brother asked as you stood cleaning up the broken glass off the floor. " Nah, I'll do it."

As you were about to wrap things up, you grabbed your phone from out of your pocket, till a clattering noise echoed below you. You looked down to see a business card wrapped in a small sheet of paper. You quatted down to reach it and unwrapped the sheet of paper:

" Your grandfather told me that you were thinking about studying for business, so I requested him that you should work under me. I'll see you tomorrow."

Number: ****-*****-*****

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A/n: Part 2 might come around in September of next weekend

The Avenger and The Lover

Jin Kazama x Fem Fighter! Reader

@oyasumimosura asked: Tysm! May I request some Jin Kazama x reader where Jin met (y/n) at the school garden since she’s the head of the gardening club? She even gave him some flowers before he left the garden, This sets when he got trained by Heihachi when Heihachi later, found out about their friendship. He sent the ogre to kill her parents. Even though she has this cute flower girl persona, Jin doesn’t know (y/n) is still a deadly fighter inside since she participated in street fighting before to earn some money before stopping it because her parents don’t want their daughter to get into trouble again. So she signed up for the tournament, wanting to avenge her parent’s death. She didn’t expect to find Jin, they even got into a fight. Jin was surprised that she was very a good fighter. That makes him fall in love with her more.

When I tell you I got too excited would be an understatement. I HAVE DREAMED OF THIS moment.

Warnings: Angst, death, some fluff here and there, reader entering the tournament, also time skip and SPOILERS!!!

Word got around the school that a new student is coming to your school. You were helping out the fellow associates of your club. Tending buds around your school as the cherry blooms swayed in the sunlit afternoon. Your club members chattered like gossip girls in a bathroom.

" So you guy heard about the new kid?"

"Yea, they say his name is... Jin Kazama?"

" Some of my friends said that came in here in a limousine. And not just your average rich one. It had the Mishima Zaibatsu symbol on it."

"No way! Is he related to you know who?"

" If he arrived here in that, he has to be."

"Alright, units!" You hollered out as the members turned their attention towards you. " That's enough planting for today, head to your designated classes, and we will pick this up tomorrow." You requested as the members got up from the ground and bowed their heads before leaving the school garden. " Thank you, President!"

You sighed as you watched your constituents leaving the garden one by one. It's hard being the president of the school's flower club. Especially when it comes to seasonal and traditional affairs, you loved how much you and your teammates achieved so much. And finally, you can have some alone time. You reached for your phone in your coat pocket and pressed play on your playlist. You took off your shoes and started to sway from side to side before dancing to the music. The flower gently swung in the wind as you pulled the hair tie out of your hair, and a couple of pedals glistened into your movements as if there were on command.

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Jin roamed through the hallway. With scrapes and bandages on his face due to his grandfather, Heihachi Mishima's teachings. As he was walking to his next class, he stood by an open space where there were flowers, a lot of flowers. The music filled the air as the wind moved in symphony. And there was... you. Your beautiful hair waved in the air, arms swinging, pedals danced along with you, and your skin was soft and welcoming. Eyesight matching the purple wisteria, you didn't notice that you were smiling at him. Jin felt his heart race, his face turning a shade of pink as he ambled towards you, taken aback.

The song ended as you finished your dance with a bow, as your hair fell on both sides of your face. The pedals gently fall to the gravel-hardened earth. You rose to see the boy in front of you with a pink blush on his face and a hairstyle that looked like he must've used some kind of hair gel. You chuckled as you got back on your feet and greeted him. " Hello there, stranger."

He snuffed and started to stammer. " I-I um... hello."

You tipped your head as you waltzed over to put on your shoes," So... you new around here?" You asked curiously. He responded in a nervous fashion, scratching the back of his head. "Uhhh... yea. I had just begun attending here today." He avoided your gaze, looking down on the pebbled floor underneath him. His blushy countenance still remained. She's ravishing, conceivably the most gorgeous girl I've ever encountered.

You tugged a yellow rose from one of the pots you planted. " Flowers like these... means joy, warmth, and welcome." You explained as you slowly trotted towards him and lifted his head with the palm of your head. " And I, welcome you to our school, my name is Y/n L/n, and you are?"

He withdrew your hand from his face. Now downright flustered, he gulped as he gently took the flower from your hand and presented himself. " It-it's Jin... J-Jin Kazama."

That night he spent with his eyes opened. A mile warm as he held the yellow rose that you'd given him. His heart was ringing in his ears like they were echoing to see her again. The next day, he was racing down the hallway like he was racing against time. He saw you once again. Watering some of the plants that have just arrived recently. You were chatting with the other club members while eating lunch when one of them caught a glimpse of him standing in the middle of the hallway and directly walking toward you.

"It looks like your boyfriend's here." She teased as he walked closer and closer. You playfully shoved her off as your face got warm, "No, he's not... Maybe... But you what I meant!"

Jin came to you with his school bag; in his hand and the other behind his back. He was concealing something. The trace of pink expresses itself. " Hello again, Jin," You welcomed him sweetly. " Hi, Y-y/n"

You could hear the club members murmuring under their breaths.

"Did he just stammer?"

" Yea, I think he's falling in love with her."

" What's behind his back is the real question."

Jin cleared his throat, slowly revealing the bouquet of Japanese hydrangea. Wrapped in a beautiful turquoise wrapping paper. " I want to give you this, as-as- a show of my gratitude. Also, do you want to be friends?"

You shyly answered yes.

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*Spoilers for Episode 3*

But that was four long years ago. Four. Years.

The only thing that held up from the ground was the memory of your parents. Before they fell to the Orge. Before he transferred his power to yours. So let's put it this way, you may look like the average flower girl that goes to your moderate middle school, but were also a badass deathly stealth street fighter. With the compound of martial arts, jujutsu, and gymnastic style, you feared every combatant on the streets. Even Howarang would think twice not to piss you off on a bad day.

So when the Ogre came onto your home and killed your parents, you were traumatized and so full of rage. You tried your best to take him head-on. You may have put a few dents in him, but he came out victorious. Leaving bloody on the ground, defeated, and on the threshold of knocking on death's door.

The Ogre grabbed a glass bottle, slammed it on the ground, and hauled the now sharp object in his hand. A streak of blood came from out of his hand. He arched his way towards your almost lifeless body. He grabbed your hand and haul the broken glass with it. Squeezing his hand as little droplets of blood entered yours, he chanted some style of ritual as you stood crying out in pain, veins prodding out of your skin.

The only thing that you could remember was that voice. " Heal your wounds... Get strong... And then, we shall see you worthy."

Shall see you worthy? What does that phrase mean?

The sound of the plane drove you out of your thoughts. Waking up in an empty middle-class level. You yawned and stretched out your limbs before grabbing your duffle bag.

You stepped out of the Peru airport station. The bright sun shined into the afternoon, and you looked around to find the ride that was supposed to be there.

" I have to ride... all the way to the tournament with this jerk?" A familiar voice called out to your attention as you turned to see the ride, seeing other combatants and two very acquainted boys as they had a stare down with each other.

"Howrarang."

"Kazama."

" My two favorite idiots." You called out as everyone turned their attention to you. " It's been a long time since we got together like this."

Howrarang came at you with his arms out before giving you a hug, " Y/n, you made it! I thought you were gonna watch me win this." You scoffed, and Miss. Miura intervened, " Y/n is another participant in the tournament." She added. Jin looked at you in shock. He didn't know that you also entered the tournament. But you also look... completely different. You figure, behavior, it's like you weren't the same Y/n that he knew four years ago. But at the same time... You still looked radiant, perfect, like a dream.

You slowly walked up to Jin as he became speechless, " I don't get a hi either, Mr. Toubled teen?"

Jin snapped out of his thoughts, " Oh- Omm... Uhh-*Clears Thorat" Hi, Y/n"

Hworarang looked at him in astonishment and perplexity. Did Jinn Kazama stutter? Oh, I'm most definitely gonna tease him when we get there, He thought with a smirky smile; on his face. He gonna be hearing his voice for a while.

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" Yo, Jin, you coming or what?" Hworarang called out as Jin was meditating on the stone. "Why?" He answered with his eyes closed. " Because Y/n is gonna be up next! I heard her fight is going to be different than the others." He exhilarated with glee. " You sound pretty excited about this fight," Jin added as he walked with Howrarang to the tournament. He was walking proudly with his arms behind his head. " Oh, trust me, you'll see."

See what, exactly?

You stood in the middle of the forest, with your akiman training outfit, showing the muscular thighs, and your long hair tied up into a ponytail. Your opponent: Some of Mishima's security forces. I hope their ready to have their asses handed to them. Cause I'm not stopping till I have his head on my goddamn wall!

They arrived just in time as the fight was about to begin. Bodies of Tekken soldiers started flying in the air one by one. As the match was one against many battles. Jin felt his jaws fly open and fall to the floor as Howrarang and Xiyaou cheered you on. An experience from your street fighting days. There was one. Fight that you were most confident in: a one-army battle. One woman against a gang. You took them effortlessly. Each guard has their share of a beatdown as you were ruthless towards them. Sending some of the guards flying in the air, others slamming them buried into the ground. Ganryu. Being one of the last of the guards remaining. Took into his sumo position. As you came in charging at him, he stood his ground, waiting for your next attack. What he'd not foreknow was to see you flying into the air as the wind currents carried you between the legs. He knows this style. That's the Kazama technique!

He went to block his face with his arms, but you stopped midway and sent a gut punch to the stomach, a kick to send him flying in the air as you jump along with him, wrapping your legs between both sides of his face into a chokehold. " I'm really sorry for this," You apologized. " None taken." He replied.

"It's time for you to know your place." You yelled out as you sent him outta the air and into the dirt floor. Debris coming from all over. He lay unconscious as you stood on his stomach and raised your fist into the air.

"Winner: The Goddess Street Fighting, Y/n L/n!!"

Hworarange and Xiyaou came rushing into with excitement as they praised and asked about a million questions. Jin could only stare at you in marvel and stupefaction. He always you weren't the type to take on fighting because of who you were merely a flower girl... But now... he's just at a loss for words.

" That was some impressive fighting skills, I'll be sure not to take you on in the net round." Paul Pheonix replied before he put a hand on your shoulder.

The strong acknowledges the strong.

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You lost... You lost against Jin.

You sat in the medical room, tears falling from your face as you cursed out. The automatic door opened before you wiped the dried tears from your face. Jin came into your hospital room with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and guilt in his eyes. He shouldn't have done this... but his grandfather... He had to do something. Anything. " Y/n, do you have a moment?" He asked as he walked closer to you. You sniffled, " If you came here to brag about your victory, then forget it." He shook his head, and the tiny hint of pink tickled his cheeks before avoiding your gaze. He's got something to say off his chest.

" I..." He sighed as he tried to build up his courage, " Have something to confess, something I've been wanting to say for a long time, maybe even rehearsed my lines before reaching to see you." He placed the flowers on your table stand, cupped your hands in his, and brought them up to his face. " I love you. y/n since we first met in that garden... I knew right then and there that my heart was beating for you. I loved everything about you. Your beauty, your confidence, your personality, then seeing you fight out there against so many, I... My heart screamed your name even more-" You shushed his confession with a passionate kiss before it ended up as a rambling. You pulled away as he gave you a calm look on his face. " I already know that. Jin, but I shouldn't have waited four years just for you to say it."

Jin stared at you for a second before giving a small peck on the lips. " Yea, you're right."

" Sooo... Does that mean you two are dating now?" Hworarang asked curiously as he stood at the door the entire time with his flowers in his hand.

He will never forget the moment. When his rival finally confessed to his crush.

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