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A/N – This chapter practically wrote itself! Hopefully I’m back in my groove a bit and can get another one out by Friday!

CW: language and angst Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Chapter 7

Hotel

Lucifer walked into his kitchen the next day to see Caelwen at the stove cooking what smelled like bacon. As she flipped pieces in the pan, he could see her wings fluttering slightly. The lack of recent use after having finally learned the muscles probably left them achy and sore. Now that they had broken the seal on her soul, though, Lucifer was excited to focus on teaching her how to fly.

Finally acknowledging the presence behind her, Caelwen turned her head to see Lucifer with a faraway look on his face. She turned back to pull the last few pieces of meat from the pan and turn the stove off. The Nephilim headed towards the kitchen island they’d been eating at for weeks and set the bacon next to the pancakes she had already put out. Caelwen sat and looked expectantly at Lucifer, watching as he finally shook himself out of his daze and came to sit across the island.

“They probably aren’t quite as good as your pancakes, but hopefully you enjoy them!” Caelwen beamed as Lucifer tried one of the sweet disks.

As he chewed, Lucifer looked at Caelwen’s eager grin and smiled to assure her they were good. “They may not be as amazing as mine, but they’re still good. And I can always show you how to make mine tomorrow before we start on flying practice!”

Caelwen’s smile dropped quickly as she looked down and began to push her food around her plate. “I forgot I never got to tell you, I’ll be leaving today. I need to check on my company and I promised Charlie I’d stay at her hotel to personally watch over it to repay her.” Peaking back at Lucifer for his reaction, Caelwen sank into her chair.

Lucifer wasn’t sure how he felt to be honest. He was still coming to terms with the way the Nephilim made him feel and he thought he’d have at least the next few months before extermination to explore those feelings while helping her learn to fly. But maybe some time apart after their week of close proximity followed by a week of him fearing he’d killed her would help him sort through everything without any distractions? Plus, she said she was helping Charlie and he’d do anything if it helped his daughter!

Caelwen interrupted the fallen angel’s thoughts, “I’m sure I can still come here a couple times a week for lessons! If that would be okay, of course. Or you could come to the hotel occasionally, too. Then you’d get to see Charlie, as well!” She was nervous she had upset Lucifer when he hadn’t responded to her at first and hoped her compromise would appeal to him.

Truthfully, she didn’t want to leave, especially to be so close to Alastor. But she had made a deal with Charlie and she had to uphold her end of the bargain. Calewen would love nothing more than to stay here and learn to fly while getting closer to the king of hell. Their kiss was still so fresh in her mind but his reaction to her last night had her wondering if her week of being comatose had changed his feelings.

The two had gone silent, so lost in their own thoughts that when an imp walked into the kitchen they both jumped, forks clattering onto plates. The imp looked between the two in confusion, grabbing a broom and dust pan from the pantry closet before exiting the kitchen. Lucifer and Caelwen stared at the kitchen door then to each other, starting to laugh at the awkwardness of the situation.

“That was so weird!” Caelwen giggled.

Lucifer cleared his throat and tapped his fork on his plate for a moment. “Sooo… why are uh.. why are you staying at the hotel? Does this have to do with your meeting last week?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah! One of the demons at the hotel is kind of on a ‘Demons I Won’t Let Near My Hounds’ list. Hehe.. I had been under the impression he was dead, but apparently not. And he was causing some issues with the hounds I had stationed there.” Caelwen rolled her eyes, thoughts of Alastor always annoyed her. And now she’d be under the same roof! She wanted to gag.

Lucifer nodded along with Caelwen’s explanation until a thought struck him. “Why are you guarding the hotel though? I mean, obviously I saw those shark demon-things try to tear it apart, but surely they can protect themselves. Not that I mind having someone look out for Charlie, of course! I love that!” He rushed out before taking a breath. “But I have looked into your company and this just seems like an odd job to take on. Plus, you’re not exactly cheap and Charlie hasn’t asked for an extra money to fund security.”

“Oh, its definitely out of the ordinary for us!” Caelwen chuckled. “Charlie came to me before the last extermination to ask for our help. She thought if we could keep sinners from destroying the hotel and maintain a presence, it might encourage more people to check out redemption. She couldn’t afford my rates, but she was insistent. Asked if I wanted redemption or anything else she could possibly get me. I wanted to meet with you since you were the only possible person that could help me with the seal. Obviously, she got me the meeting and now here we are. I owe both of you my life, this is just how I can start repaying that debt.”

Lucifer was nodding along again but this time his gaze was unfocused and Caelwen couldn’t read him. Inside, Lucifer was spiraling; of course a beautiful woman wouldn’t actually want anything to do with him, she just needed his powers and now she was done with him. He knew it had been too good to be true, fuck he was so stupid!

Caelwen reached across the island and grabbed Lucifer’s hand, squeezing it to bring his attention back to her. “I can practically see the steam coming out of your ears! What’s wrong?” She smiled at him before noticing the frown on his face and it clicked why he had spaced out. “Lucifer, please know this – I may have come to you solely for help breaking that seal, but… I truly wish I could stay longer, just to get to know you. I-“ Caelwen pulled back and sighed searching for the right words. “I’ve never had romantic thoughts or feeling for anyone before. I’ve spent my whole life on the defensive and never gave love a thought. With you, I’ve experienced emotions I never thought I would and in such a short amount of time! I know myself well enough to know this isn’t a fleeting feeling, I truly do care for you in a romantic way.”

Her sincerity was lost on Lucifer who had already convinced himself she was just trying to not anger the king of hell. He should’ve known better than to trust her; even if she wasn’t a sinner, she had spent long enough in hell to pick up their manipulative ways. Caelwen could see he was pulling away emotionally and knew there was nothing else she could say at this point. She gathered their empty plates and put them into the sink before returning to Lucifer’s side.

Hesitantly, Caelwen placed her hand on the fallen angel’s shoulder making him look at her. “I can tell you don’t fully believe me and that’s okay. I truly have come to love spending time with you, you’ve made me so happy. I wouldn’t have cared if we never broke the seal, I still had the chance to meet and fall for an amazing, kind, wonderfully awkward man. And I will always cherish that.” She smiled gently down at Lucifer then turned and walked towards the kitchen door. Stopping before she exited, Caelwen turned togive Lucifer one last smile. “If you ever change your mind or want to talk, you know where I’ll be.” And then she was gone, leaving Lucifer alone with his mess of thoughts, unsure of what or how he was feeling anymore.

~Hound Security Headquarters~

Madame C materialized in front of her building, green eyes stared up at the dark brick and took in the small hole being patched up by a couple hell hounds she didn’t recognize. Shaking her head, the woman walked into the building seeing Rocco at the front desk on guard duty.

“Hey Boss! Good to see you back! Nia told me things got a little spooky with your personal stuff. I’m glad you’re okay. I’ll let Nia know your on your way up, she can catch you up on all the fun stuff we’ve delt with.” Rocco rolled his eyes at the word fun then pressed a button on his computer to alert Nia to a visitor.

Madame C waved at the hell hound, signing her thanks and making her way up the stairs towards the 2nd floor where her office sat. Reaching the doors she spotted Echo leaning against the wall looking annoyed. When he caught sight of his boss, he quickly straightened and moved to open one of the doors. Madame C didn’t miss the almost relieved smile on the hell hound’s face making her wonder what she was walking into.

In the office, Nia sat at the desk with her claws pulling at her fur, the phone on speaker and a familiar voice yelling through the phone.

“-I get that she sends you lot to do the job, but it shouldn’t be this hard to see the woman I’m actually paying to voice my complaints! Like, honestly! That bitch needs to actually run her shit company and not leave it for you mangy mutts to fuck everything up! This is ridiculous-“ Madame C sat across from Nia getting the she wolf’s attention and signing for her to let Velvette know she was there.

“Well actually-“

“No! You’re not going to interrupt me! I’m a paying fucking customer, bitch! And I demand to meet with Madame C and you can’t keep-”

“IM TRYING TO TELL YOU THAT SHE'S HERE!! She just got back into the office! And once I’ve had a chance to catch her up, we’ll set your appointment up and let you know. Goodbye!” Nia growled out before slamming her fist on the phone, effectively shattering it. “Shit. Sorry boss, I didn’t- I just…” Nia groaned and slumped down into the chair.

“I take it the Vees are upset about something, or at least Velvette is?” Madame C let her shadows disappear after she deemed the office sealed and sat facing her assistant.

Nia’s hands rubbed over her face as she groaned again. “Yes! Ugh, I don’t even know what her issue is either, because she says she can only talk to you! Says it’s ‘overlord business’ or some shit. And then, I’m sure you saw it, but some asshole tried to take the building down! Tried to use a cannon or whatever and nearly took out the front wall. Everything was going great, and then literally the last 3 days have sucked so bad! I swear, it was all smooth sailing and- wait… did you talk? Did actual sounds just come from your face?!” Nia had gone from angry and throwing her hands in the air to an excited puppy, grinning and bouncing in her seat while wagging her tail.

Caelwen laughed slightly at her assistant, “Yes, we were able to break the seal and now I’m officially whole. I don’t plan on telling anyone until at least after extermination day though, so let’s keep this quiet?” She smirked as Nia punched the air.

“Fuck yeah! You got it boss, no one knows except us. And Lucifer, obviously, but I’m sure he wouldn’t say anything.”

“Good! Well, catch me up. I’ve got to sort this all out and then head to Charlie’s hotel, got a promise to keep.”

“Trust me, boss, it’s not been anything major. The guy that blew up some of our wall is already dead, he picked the day Celine was managing the desk.” Both women shuddered slightly at the mention of the company’s terrifying head training hound. No hell hound could start working for Madame C until they passed Celine’s boot camp, if they made it through.

“As long as no one was hurt and everything has been handled, then I guess that’s all I need to know about that!” Caelwen laughed.

“Yeah, Celine’s a scary bitch. But no one got hurt and Beelzebub was happy to send over a couple extra guys to patch it up. She’s wanting to meet up soon too, by the way. Discuss numbers, possible expansion, all that kinda stuff. And then obviously Velvette has been trying to meet with you for the past could weeks. Started just before the Overlord meeting and hasn’t let up since.”

Caelwen sat back in her seat, taking in everything Nia told her to decide if the issues could wait the couple months until after extermination day. Or if she’d need to subject her hounds to another day of dealing with the Radio Demon while she ensured her clients were taken care of.

“I guess go ahead and set up a meeting with Velvette for tonight. After I finish with her, I’ll head straight to the hotel and relieve whoever we have there now.”

“Ughh… I wish we didn’t need the income from the Vees, I’d throw them all to the exorcists in a heartbeat.” Nia sighed as she got up from the office chair and headed towards the door. She needed to go downstairs and have Rocco contact Velvette as well as get a new phone.

Madame C covered herself with shadows before the door opened and moved to her normal spot behind the desk. Flipping through the papers on her desk, she was happy to see things had been moving smoothly while she was out.

A few short hours later, Madame C was knocking on the front door of the Hazbin Hotel. Velvette had tried to get Madame C to support the Vees idea of a full assault on the exorcists and was pissed to get turned down, again. So, the shadowed woman was not only annoyed she’d had to listen to Velvette bitch again but now she had to deal with Alastor. And after the way the morning had gone with Lucifer, all she wanted was a drink and sleep.

The door swung open to reveal Charlie herself beaming at the shadow figure on the doorstep. “Ohmygosh!! You’re here! Come in come in! I can’t wait for you to meet everyone!” The blonde was bouncing as she grabbed Madame C’s arm and pulled her into the hotel lobby.

Green eyes tiredly took in the room around her. She vaguely remembered each of the people in front of her but honestly couldn’t care too much for introductions at this point in the night. Madame C leaned up to the princess before she could rope them into a conversation.” I appreciate the hospitality, but I would prefer to speak in private and be shown to where I’ll be staying. It’s been a long day,” she whispered.

Charlie stopped, glancing down at the shadowed form in shock before quickly rebounding and grabbing her girlfriend off the couch. “We’re going to get our new guest settled and we can all do introductions tomorrow. Behave guys!” The blonde pushed Vaggie and Madame C up the stairs and down a hall towards her room. Yanking the two women into the room and closing the door behind all of them, Charlie turned towards Madame C in excitement. “You spoke! That means you and my dad figured it out, right? That’s amaaazing!!”

Made C smiled slightly and looked around the room taking note that the curtains were already drawn for the night. She closed her eyes and placed a barrier on the room, she trusted the two in this room and no others with what she was about to show them.

Once she was sure the room was secured, green eyes opened and looked to the princess. “Yes, we were successful. And because of that and my promise to you, I feel I owe you an explanation for exactly why I needed that meeting. First, I need you both to make me a promise. What I am about to show you and tell you can not leave this room.” Madame C glanced between the two girls in front of her, hoping she could convey the severity of the situation.

Charlie and Vaggie looked at each other in confusion, having an entire conversation with one look. “As long as no one here will get hurt, we can keep your secret,” The princess finally said.

“I can assure you, my secret will not harm anyone here. But if it leaves this room, I can no longer make that guarantee.” When the women in front of Madame C finally nodded, the shadows dropped from around the woman. Before Charlie and Vaggie no longer stood an inky black mass that sort of resembled a person, but a very human looking woman. Messy hair sat in its typical bun with pieces framing her face, and she was dressed in a knee-length black dress. The golden wings on her back, though, made Vaggie’s eyes widen in shock, and Charlie’s face went from shock to excitement.

“You.. have. Wings?! What?! That’s so cool! But wouldn’t that-.. are you? B-but then, why are you in hell? I have so many questions-“ Charlie started to ramble as she jumped around Caelwen to take in the new figure in front of her until Vaggie grabbed her arms to calm her girlfriend down.

“Babe, give her a minute. She’s trying to tell us.”

“Thank you, Vaggie.” Caelwen gave the one-eyed woman a smile, then turned her attention back to Charlie. “I am not an angel, I am known as a Nephilim – half angel, half human. I was… shoved, for lack of a better word, into hell by my heavenly parent and had the angelic half of my soul sealed along with my voice. You’re father was my last hope of breaking that seal as only his power could rival my heavenly parent. Now, I am completely whole, and I owe you and Lucifer my life.” Caelwen paused before adding on, “My name is also Caelwen; Madame C was the name I took when I became an overlord.”

Vaggie fixed Caelwen with a hard look, trying to read the young looking woman before her. “I thought Nephilim were a myth. If you’re truly one of them, who’s your ‘heavenly parent’?”

Charlie perked up next to her girlfriend also curious to know the answer. Caelwen let out a sigh and looked away from the questioning eyes in front of her, unsure if she should divulge this piece of her life. But she had trusted Lucifer and even Nia, surely she could trust Lucifer’s daughter, right?

“You must promise this never leaves here. I will force a deal if I must to keep your silence. Are we clear?” The Nephilim woman looked between Vaggie and Charlie, the blonde reaching out her hand to shake before making her girlfriend do the same. Caelwen grasped each of theirs hands, not sealing their promise with magic but to show she appreciated the sincerity. The brunette took a shaky breath, clasping her hands together to steel her nerves, knowing the two in front of her may not react well. “My father is Adam.”

Silence blanketed the room, Charlie and Vaggie blinking owlishly at Caelwen having never expected the name the brunette uttered. Vaggie was the first to respond, with an incredulous “That’s a joke, right?” Caelwen shook her head with a frown on her face.

Charlie finally broke out in nervous laughter as she flipped onto her bed and put her hands in her hair. “You’re the daughter of The Adam? I have the daughter of that asshole protecting the hotel? I sent you to my dad?” The blonde paused before her eyes darted to Caelwen. “Did you tell my dad? Does he know too?!”

Caelwen knelt in front of Charlie , grabbed one of the blonde’s hands in both of her own and looked into her eyes. “Your father was the first person I’ve ever told about all of that. He actually knows even more than you do, I just felt you and Vaggie deserved at least the basics. Lucifer was very aware of my lineage, he wouldn’t even agree to help until I told him everything. I promise, I know what my father has done, but I am not him nor will I ever be. You can ask the sinners in your hotel, I don’t even own any souls and have never tried to!” Caelwen finished with a smile looking from Charlie and Vaggie, who now had a hand on the blonde’s shoulder.

Charlie’s shoulders sagged with relief. “I’m sorry I freaked out for a second there, I just… Adam has done so much to hurt so many of my people, I got kinda scared I might’ve invited that here. To the hotel. But if my dad was willing to trust and help you, knowing everything with his and Adam’s history, then I’m sure we can trust you.” Charlie squeezed both girls’ hands with a small smile on her face.

Caelwen released the blonde and stood. “Well then, as long as we all agree that this stays in this room, I would love to know where I’ll be sleeping. Today has felt never-ending.”

Seeing the brunette’s obvious exhaustion, Charlie jumped up excited to show Caelwen to the room she’d picked out for her. Caelwen paused before they got to the door and covered herself in shadows, and dropped the barrier she had put up.

Once she was settled in a room far away from Alastor’s, Charlie had remembered the woman’s distaste for the radio demon, Caelwen sat on the bed. It wasn’t quite a comfy as Lucifer’s, unfortunately. And the blonde haired man wasn’t going to pop in in the morning to drag her down to breakfast. She wasn’t even sure if Lucifer would visit or want her to come to him; he’d seemed so withdrawn when she’d left this morning. Curling into a tight ball under the covers, Caelwen felt her heart break a little. She’d only just begun to learn what it felt like to be in love, and she’d already lost it.

A/N – Angst! I think? First time writing it, so hopefully, I got it right! Also, I’ve got a couple off-shoot/one shot ideas I’m fleshing out for Lucifer and Caelwen. Once I’ve got at least one more, I’ll make a poll to let you guys vote on which one goes up first! Thank you all for all the love on this series so far!

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The First Toothpick

Chapter Four: A Little Juicy Gossip

Gen Fic - Mentor/Protege

Summary: Cad Bane teaches Crosshair how to be a sniper. The kid picks up some other habits as a result.

Chapter Summary: Crosshair meets Todo 360 who does not know how to keep a secret.

Chapters: Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch7 | Ch8 (Coming soon)

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“Great callouts, Hunter! You’re a natural leader. Wrecker, we’re gonna need stronger droids to handle your strength. Tech, you sliced those panels in record time! Now let's see," The lieutenant looked at his datapad, scrolling through the rest of the data. 

Crosshair waited for his turn.

The lieutenant kept scrolling, frown deepening.

A brotherly hand squeezed Crosshair's shoulder. He pushed it away. He didn’t need comfort. He needed feedback.

“Alright, pack it up, soldiers,” the lieutenant said, tucking his datapad away. “The final test of the quarter is tomorrow.” 

“Hey, wait,” Hunter said. “What about-”

Crosshair's elbow found Hunter's ribs, chasing the question away.

“Is there a problem, soldier?” The lieutenant asked, raising an imperious brow.

Hunter clutched his side. “No, sir.”

The lieutenant left.

Crosshair would have left too if not for his brothers surrounding him, blocking his escape. 

“You did great , Crosshair,” Hunter insisted. 

“You hit every single mark flawlessly,” Tech observed.

“Yeah! You’re wizard!” Wrecker shouted.

Molten anger heated Crosshair's cheeks. “It doesn’t matter what you think,” he hissed. “The lieutenant’s opinion is all that matters. They are going to retire me.”

“I won’t let that happen,” Hunter said.

“It’s not up to you, Hunter,” Crosshair said. 

“Bugger this,” Hunter sighed and grabbed Crosshair’s wrist, tugging him towards a nearby ventilation grate. "Recon time. C’mon.”

Crosshair thought about kicking him, but...the recon may prove useful.

“Aww, recon?! I wanna come, too!” Wrecker whined.

“This mission requires more stealth than you are trained to handle, Wrecker” Tech indicated. “Also your size would break the air vent.”

“Hehe, yeah, I’m a real tank,” Wrecker grinned, proudly.

Hunter hoisted Crosshair up into the air ventilation tunnel before leaping up behind him.  The tunnel ran in a dozen different directions like a many-armed rapthar, each path identical to the next. Hunter always knew instinctively where to go. It didn’t take long before they found the vent overlooking the lieutenant’s office.

There was another clone in the office with him. 

No...not a clone...

“Is that Fett?” Hunter whispered. “Last time Fett was here, they took Radar away.”

“I know,” Crosshair snarled quietly.

“Oh yeah,” the Lieutenant snickered below, taking his seat at his desk. “He's the best in the facility.” 

“Cut the sarcasm, Pynk,” Fett leaned against the wall, arms folded across his chest. “We need a sniper in this squad.” 

“Don’t get me wrong, he’s a good sniper, but we train good snipers every day. This squad needs someone extraordinary and he isn’t. It’ll save a lot of time and energy to just retire him and pick up a normal sniper for the team.”

A normal sniper…

Crosshair had heard enough. He shoved Hunter down the tunnel and followed him, angrily wiping his blurry, wet eyes as they went.

“Are they gonna retire Crosshair?” Wrecker whispered loudly to Tech as Crosshair climbed out of the vent.

“They will have to retire me first,” Tech said, adjusting his goggles, not bothering to lower his voice. “I won’t let them take him.”

“Yeah,” Wrecker slammed his fists together, “me neither.”

He ignored them both. He made a point to ignore them both. They were all idiots, thinking they could change anything by just wishing it wouldn't happen.

And Crosshair was an idiot for daring to think he could be extraordinary.

The next day, Crosshair earned the nickname “Misfire.”

Not long after that the bounty hunter, Cad Bane, took him away.

***

Crosshair couldn’t sleep.

The room was too quiet without Wrecker’s chest-rattling snores, too dark without the faint glow of Tech coding on his datapad, and even though Hunter was practically a ghost at night even when awake, Crosshair missed him, too.

Facing the fact sleep wasn’t going to find him, Crosshair slung his rifle over his shoulder, tip-toed down the hall past Bane's room, slid down the bannister, avoiding the creaky stairs altogether, and slipped soundlessly out the front door. The weather-beaten porch was barely held together by whatever rusted nails poked out of the cracked wood. He kept his steps light, but each footfall he could feel the threat of a creak beneath his boots. He leapt over the stairs entirely and landed in the dark soil with little more than a quiet squelch.

The moon was a meager sliver in the sky that didn't do much to illuminate the wheat field, but the way it moved in the wind reminded Crosshair of the black waves of a rarely calm nighttime Kaminoan sea. 

“Goin’ somewhere?”

Crosshair hadn't heard anyone approach. How was this possible? And yet, as he turned, he found that Bane had been sitting in a rocking chair in the darkest corner of the porch, only his red eyes, half-moons obscured by the brim of his hat, could be seen.

Crosshair refused to be rattled. He planted his feet firmly in the soil and and puffed up his narrow chest. “I’m going to scout the perimeter.”

“Got sensors for that, kid” Bane replied. “Ain’t a soul out there except for us n’ the Fabools.”

“Then I’ll go check on the Fabools.”

“You don’t gotta worry about them until tomorrow mornin’. Todo will show ya what to do.”

Crosshair had no response. Wrecker's clumsy question floated in his head.

Are they gonna retire Crosshair?”

He needed to do this. He needed to do...something.

Bane’s head tilted slightly.  “What?”

Crosshair didn’t respond.

I don’t want to be retired. I want to live… at least long enough to fight a real battle with Tech.

Bane let out a strained growled, his spurs jingling as his boots landed heavily on the porch. In the darkness his scarlet eyes cast harsh shadows against his scarred face. 

“You n’ me are gonna get along a lot better if ya stop bein’ so fuckin’ timid. You’re a soldier, right? You’re an elite sniper? You’re a tough guy? Then stop bein’ afraid of everything. I’m bein’ paid to train ya, but I may ask Jango for extra cuz I gotta go lookin' for yer spine first before I can teach ya anything.” Rows of sharp teeth gleamed in the dark. “Start talkin’.”

I want to live.

I want to live.

I want to live.

I-

“I…don’t want to be retired.”

The teeth vanished. The eyes dimmed. Bane leaned forward and into the meager moonlight, confusion etched into his scarred face. “What do ya mean ‘retired’?”

“If soldiers don’t meet their lieutenant’s expectations, they’re retired and their data gets erased. Radar and Pintsize were retired last year. No trace of them anywhere. Like they never existed.” Crosshair scrubbed his sweaty palms against his pant legs. He couldn’t stop talking if he wanted to, like trying to fight momentum down a steep hill. “Radar was redundant. Hunter’s tracking skills were sharper than his. Pintsize could barely hold a blaster with his tremors. The lieutenant said I’m not ‘extraordinary’ like the rest of my squad. I dropped my sniper rifle last test. They started calling me-”

The name seized in his mind. Tech’s magnified eyes glaring at him as if he was somehow holding onto the name. 

“That’s not who you are.”

“Jango knows about this? These retirements?”

Crosshair blinked. “What?”

“The retirements. Are they his decision or not?”

“It’s the lieutenant’s decision.” 

Bane rested his elbows on his knees, his unyielding glare boring into Crosshair. “Who’s this lieutenant? What’s his story?”

“A first generation clone. Lieutenant Pynk,” Crosshair thought about how to describe him. “He’s an asshole.”

Bane snorted. “Yeah, I gathered that much. So when you told me you’re the best in the facility that was his sarcasm I was hearing?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Well, fuck Pynk. We’ll show him what extraordinary looks like.” he extended his hand. “Gimme your rifle.”

Crosshair tightened the grip on his rifle strap. “Why?”

“Oh yer full of questions now, huh?” Bane sneered. “Official inspection, soldier. Give it here.”

With a small hiss of protest, Crosshair handed the rifle over.

Bane gave the rifle a little spin as if testing the weight. He looked through the scope. He ran his fingers over the stock and gave it a good shake.

“No wonder you can’t razzle and dazzle anyone,” Bane snickered. “This here’s a piece of bantha poodoo .”

“There’s nothing wrong with my rifle.” Crosshair said. “I clean it everyday. I calibrated it this morning. It’s fine.”

“Yeah?” Bane tossed the rifle back to Crosshair. “Prove it.”

Bane stood up, reminding Crosshair just how tall the Duros was compared to him. He was taller than Pynk and somehow that was comforting to know. In one swift movement, Bane hopped over the porch railing and with a crisp snap of his leather duster, he vanished around the side of the house.

Crosshair followed. At first it looked like Bane had simply disappeared, but upon a closer look, the side of the house was covered with a wide wooden trellis far too reinforced to withstand just the weight of creeper vines.  He looked up and saw a brief glimpse of the brim of Bane's hat on the roof. Crosshair slung the rifle over his shoulder and climbed. 

Some of the roof tiles were flatter and smoother than they appeared, leading to an ornamental bell tower half the size of Crosshair and far too small for Bane to fit. Still, Crosshair peeked into the bell tower and found...a short chute leading into a spy holodrama.

It was one part sniper tower, one part high-tech surveillance bowl filled with panels and devices similar to the simulation models Tech ran through to practice slicing communications and monitoring air traffic.

Bane sneered up at him. "C'mon in, kiddo."

“What is this?” Crosshair asked, hoisting himself into the chute and using the short ladder to climb down.

“Crow’s nest, watchtower, sniper tower, reinforced bunker, whatever we need it for. There are a couple of cots under the false floor if we get swarmed and have to lay low for a while.”

“Who would attack us?”

“The local authorities, mercs lookin' to even the score, raiders aimin' to steal the Fabools which can sell for a pretty credit on the black market.” Bane pressed a switch under his seat and the blank wall flipped over to reveal a pair  of LL-30 blaster pistols and a 773 Firepuncher rifle, the kind Crosshair had only seen in firearms databanks Tech sliced in for him.

Bane grabbed the rifle, charged it up, and checked the scope. “Don’t have to worry about any of that tonight though. Tonight, we’re doin’ some target practice...”

He dialed something into the control panel. A long opening slid 280 degrees around the tower at Crosshair’s eye-level, no taller than his fist, yet a screen flickered around the opening to reveal a holographic image of the surrounding area. 

“I can see everything,” he said.

“That’s the idea,” Bane replied. “Watch the field.” 

He flicked another switch and a blue light shimmered over the wheat field as the security shield went down. 

The grass started to quiver almost immediately. 

“What’s out there?” Crosshair asked, sliding the barrel of his rifle through the opening and peering through the scope. 

“Stalker lizards,” Bane said. “Lookin’ for a free meal inside that Fabool enclosure. Tell me what ya see.”

Crosshair toggled the heat sensor display on and off, watching the heat signatures from the lizards and the dark shadows of the landscape. “Lizards about a meter long coming from the southwest.” He scanned the enclosure next, remembering his training. Always check doors, corners, exits, and blindspots.

“We have blindspots.”

“Where’re the blindspots?” Bane asked, clearly a test. 

“South and East walls of the enclosure.”

“Already covered. Look again.”

The heat signatures didn’t change. The landscape didn’t change much either. Crosshair lowered his scope and leaned over the edge of the bell tower as if it would help. “How-”

Bane grabbed his jumpsuit and pulled him back. “Stay in here.” He pushed some monoculars into Crosshair’s hands. “Your little toy scope doesn’t have a range finder, use these.”

“It’s not a toy.”

“It surely is. You wanna be an extraordinary sniper? You gotta grow up n’ use a real sniper rifle. Now quit givin’ me that death glare n’ look at coords 233.32, 33.4.”

Fuming, Crosshair looked through the monoculars. “Coords 233.32, 33.4.” He repeated. 

Crosshair dialed in the coordinates and let the cursor on the display guide his movements.

There were several panels in various parts of the field. Each panel was painted with a shiny yellow number and embedded with silver reflective discs. “Are those mirrors?”

“Tell me which one to shoot.”

“What?”

“Can’t believe I’m sayin’ this, but yer askin’ too many questions. Just do it.”

Crosshair rolled his eyes and shifted his scope from mirror to mirror until the caught the reflection of a stalker lizard climbing up the fabric wall of the enclosure.

“Panel two, center.”

A blaster shot rang out, it ricochet off the mirror and the low-power stun blast knocked the lizard off the enclosure, driving it back to the treeline.

“Again.”

Crosshair aligned his vision. Another panel. “Panel three, top left.”

The blaster bolt fired, ricocheted, and hit its target.

“Keep callin’ ‘em,” Cad said. "Faster."

“Six, low right. Four, center. Two, top center. Two, top left, no wait-”

“Two, middle left,” Cad corrected and took the shot. 

“How do you see them without the monoculars?” 

Bane snatched Crosshair’s monoculars and shoved the Firepuncher into his hands. “Built-in rangefinder in the scope. Give it a try.”

Bane’s rifle was heavier than his, but it also felt sturdier and a lot more powerful. He did a quick procedural check of the power cell, the scope angle, and acclimated himself to the weight before sliding the barrel through the opening.  The scope was alive with readings. Rangefinder, coordinates scale, the crosshairs shifted as it looked for moving targets and returned to center when there was nothing. 

“This is cheating,” Crosshair grumbled.

Bane snorted. “No such thing in this business. Besides, you can spend all the fancy credits in the galaxy and it don't make you the best. Yer greatest mod is yer eyes n' yer instincts. Now shut up n’ start firin’. Lizards are startin’ to swarm.”

The heat signatures doubled and Crosshair took shot after shot, chasing the lizards away.

“Good.” Bane said.

Good, but not extraordinary, Crosshair thought.

Two lizards scaled the corner of the enclosure. Crosshair hit the leader and it landed on its follower, scaring both away.

He waited for Bane to praise him. It was an impressive shot.

Bane remained silent.

Another lizard leapt from a panel onto the enclosure wall. He shot one mirror and it ricocheted off another mirror and hit the lizard between the eyes, sending it sprawling backwards before scurrying off. 

That was impressive too. He waited for the Lieutenant...no...he waited for Bane to comment.

Bane said nothing.

“He’s a good sniper…This squad needs someone extraordinary.”

He took another shot. The blaster bolt bounced off the mirror and hit the tail of the lizard. It kept climbing. 

He took another shot. The lizard dropped.

“Sloppy,” Bane said.

Crosshair’s bolt hit the edge of the enclosure, wool sizzled. The Fabools inside bleeted and honked irritably.

“Shit shot.”

“Are they gonna retire Crosshair?” Wrecker asked, eyes wet with tears.

Another miss.

“Worse,” Cad said.

And another.

“Shittier.”

He shot a mirror, it ricocheted into the night.

“Now yer takin’ yer failure out on the mirrors, huh?” Cad snickered. “Try again.”

The rifle felt heavier. Like the hands of a dozen laughing cadets and one unimpressed lieutenant was pushing it down. 

“Look out, here comes Misfire.”

The heat signatures began to multiply through the scope.

“What’re you doing?” Bane asked. “I said try again.”

Shit shot…worse…failure…

The trigger refused to move. 

“Misfire…Misfire…Misfire…”

“Dank farrick,” Bane swore and grabbed the rifle, firing five shots in quick succession. Blaster bolts soared and ricocheted off the mirrors, scaring away the rest of the lizards. He punched the control panel and the blue shimmering shield spread across the wheat field again. “What was that about? You forget how to shoot?”

Crosshair's hand twitched. He didn't move. He stared at the rifle.

“What the hell, kid?”

Crosshair couldn’t feel his fingers.

Hands shaking, he managed to hoist himself out of the bell tower.  By the time he got to the bottom of the trellis he realized he had left his own rifle behind.

Tears blurring his eyes, he raced back to the front of the house, crashing through the door and stomping up the stairs. 

He hid under the covers.

In a bed that wasn’t his.

Without the rifle that he didn’t deserve anyway.

***

The next morning, the house seemed empty. Bane wasn’t downstairs, but breakfast was waiting for Crosshair. A plate of bacon and eggs on a warming plate.

He ate quickly and guzzled the apple juice, politely pushing away the black caf and wondering if it was only there because he knew Fett was never far from a cup of caf.

He wandered outside to the sun sprinkling the wheat field with golden light. It made him squint. Climbing up the trellis, he poked his head in the bell tower. Neither rifle nor Bane was there.

His heart dropped. He felt sick. If Bane confiscated his rifle, then Crosshair was probably heading back home today. He hoped he’d be able to say bye to his brothers before they retired him. Then again, he didn’t get to say bye to Pintsize and Radar.

Climbing back down the trellis, he walked to the Fabool enclosure punching in the code he watched Bane use the day before. The gate swung open and before he could fall into a cuddle pile of Fabools, a stout droid flew directly at him, nearly slamming him against the gate.

“Who are you?!” The droid asked, round, unblinking yellow eyes flashing with suspicion, his thrusters hissing angrily as he floated in front of Crosshair’s face.

Crosshair pushed himself off the gate. “Bane told me to take care of the Fabools with Todo this morning.”

“I am Todo 360,” the droid declared, spindly arms flailing. “Did Mr. Bane order you to spy on me?” 

“No. If I was going to spy on you,” Crosshair said, dryly. “You’d never know it.”

The droid’s three-fingered hand touched his non-existent chin thoughtfully. “Oh. Hmm. That’s…a valid point. Fine, you may stay, but I am in charge here and you will tell Mr. Bane that I am doing a perfectly good job and I don’t need any help.”

“Fine by me.”

“We’ll start with feeding practices!” Todo announced, shooing away the Fabools who seemed to hate the sound of his thrusters. They rolled towards Crosshair and away from the noisy droid. It was hard to worry about retirement when there were a dozen soft, bouncing balloons begging for his attention, and Crosshair decided to enjoy the moment, taking time to pet each one while Todo did all the work. 

“Well, you’re already proving yourself to be an adequate assistant," Todo said, cleaning the water trough. "It takes me three times longer to fill their troughs when they try to bully me into their cuddle piles.” Todo floated towards the hose and dragged it across the enclosure, straining between words. “Your...reaction...to them...is...far…different…from…Mr. Bane’s…first…interaction.”

“What do you mean?” Crosshair asked.

“Oh, Mr. Bane was terrified of the Fabools when Fett brought him here. Practically climbed up on the fence to get away from them. He was scared of a lot of things back then though.”

Crosshair’s jaw dropped into his lap. “Bane? Cad Bane?”

“Well he wasn’t Mr. Bane back then. Just Cad. He hadn’t chosen a surname. Some Duros culture thing. I never understood it.”

“How long have you known Bane?”

“Many, many years.”

Crosshair cupped a Fabool chick in his hands and pressed it against his cheek. It snuffled at him, inquisitively. “Why was he afraid of the Fabools?”

“He full of paranoia when we met him,” Todo said, lightly. “Just distrustful of everything, in general.”

"But..." Crosshair stared dumbfounded at Todo. “How did he get so…”

“...so very 'Bane' ?” Todo asked.

“Yes.”

Todo held up an authoritative finger. “By eating his vegetables, little boy,” Todo hummed and floated towards the food sacks.

Crosshair rolled his eyes. “What else do you know about Bane?”

“Oh, I know lots about him. I’ve known him for a very long time. I’m his most trusted confidant. I am sworn to secrecy though so I couldn't possibly share anything with you.”

Considering how much Crosshair learned about Bane in the thirty seconds he knew Todo he decided to just nod. “Okay.”

“But…” Todo floated forward, hands rubbing together conspiratorially. “...I do have a few juicy tidbits I could share if you’re interested.”

Crosshair made a mental note to never tell Todo 360 anything about himself. “Sure.”

“Oh goodie! It’s so rare I find someone to gossip with that aren’t Fabools. Bossk and Aurra tell Mr. Bane everything .”

Crosshair scooted forward, setting the chick down on the ground only to have two fabools bounce into his lap and a third bounce against his back. Somehow all of the Fabools reminded him of Wrecker, only cuter and less annoying. “What else do you know?”

“Hmm…oh! Here's something. He didn’t know how to use a blaster when he met Mr. Fett. Mr. Fett taught him everything he knew about being a mercenary.”

“I figured that much.”

“But did you know that Mr. Fett and Mr. Bane engaged in a bar fight before Mr. Fett left for his secret project?”

“Why?”

“Is it not obvious? Mr. Bane idolized Mr. Fett, followed him around like a fabool chick bounces after a feed bag. When Mr. Fett left mercenary work, he left Mr. Bane behind. Mr. Bane took it very personally, but I think it was the best thing that ever happened to him.”

“Why?” Crosshair pressed.

“Because that is when Mr. Bane found that cool confidence in himself. Mr. Fett was always there to lift him up, reward his victories, and tutor his failings. Mr. Bane had to figure out how to exist without Mr. Fett and it was then I noticed that confidence grow like a hmm…like a cactus blossom! He went from Mr. Fett’s shadow to being quite the opposing figure himself.”

Crosshair sat quietly, absorbing this fact. It was hard to imagine the Bane today cowering from Fabools or needing help from anyone.

Or starving for someone else's approval.

When he thought of Bane, he thought of the easy stance, arms relaxed and thumbs hanging over his belt buckle, a toothpick casually moving between his teeth, round eyes behind hooded lids that could see through a person with more accuracy than a scope. That nonchalant drawl, the cheeky turn of phrase, unrattled, and prickly.  

All the things Crosshair wanted to be. 

“Has Bane ever had an apprentice before?”

“Not to my knowledge. Mr. Fett’s request is unusual, but Bane would do anything for-”

“Kid, get up.”

Crosshair startled, whipping his head back to find Bane leaning against the wall, arms folded, toothpick rolling lazily in his teeth. How long had he been in the enclosure? A Fabool snuffled at his boot, lost interest than bounce against Crosshair's head.

“Come with me.” Bane left the enclosure without another word.

Crosshair didn’t move at first. Not because he was covered in Fabools, but because he knew this was the end.

Retirement…

He’d finally find out what happened to Pintsize and Radar.

“Nice to meet you, Todo,” he said, standing up and gently rolling the fabools away who happily bounded towards the droid.

“Oh! Well nice to meet you too, um… ‘Kid’.”

“Sit down,” Bane said, pointing to the rocking chair on the porch before going into the house.

Crosshair sank onto the flower-patterned cushioned seat, trying and failing to rest his boots on the railing. It was too far away. He sighed and drew his legs up, hugging his knees. He watched the skies for a ship to come and pick him up. 

Bane came out a few minutes later and sat in the other rocking chair, boots landing with a jingle of his spurs on the railing. Crosshair’s rifle was in his hands. It took all of Crosshair’s self-control not to lunge for it, hug it, and promise he would never abandon it again.

He hugged his knees tighter.

“Doesn’t take a genius to know why you ran out last night,” Bane began, tilting his hat up to look Crosshair in the eyes. “You crave praise like a dying man thirstin’ of jocola . I don’t reckon you get a lot of positive reinforcement at the facility n’ ya know what? Tough shit. The sooner ya realize the galaxy ain’t gonna give ya validation is the day ya actually become the extraordinary sniper I know ya can be.

“This is the last and only time I’m gonna say this," Bane continued. "Yer real fuckin’ good, and yer gonna be the best. I ain't ever wrong about shit like this. Now...you hold onto that praise because after this conversation, I ain’t gonna be nice to ya anymore. Yer gonna get pushed n' pushed hard, yer gonna get shaken, and I’m gonna do everythin’ I can to get ya past this bullshit worry about what everyone else thinks. Maybe you’ll hate me, hell ya might even shoot me in the back, but it’ll be worth it because it’s gonna send ya past that kraytshit extraordinary standard Pynk’s got for ya.”

Bane offered the rifle back to Crosshair. “I promise, by the time ya get back home, yer gonna be tougher than a reek’s horn n’ twice as deadly.”

The moment Crosshair’s fingers touched his rifle, he knew it was augmented. It felt like a Firepunch. Better scope, heavier stock, a weapon for a real sniper. He peered through the scope. 

“Whoa,” Crosshair murmured, scanning the field with his scope, toggling between more scanners than he knew existed. “Wizard.”

“Listen kid, in this galaxy there’ll be plenty of people tryin’ to put you down, break your spirit, break your bones. Only person you gotta trust is yourself. Yer all ya need, you understand me?”

Crosshair realized it was a lesson Bane had to learn when Jango left for Kamino. It would be a lesson Crosshair would carry with him the rest of his life.

Even if Bane was hired to train him, to be this mentor, it meant something to Crosshair. "Understood."

“Go clean up. Food’s in an hour. Beef stew minus the carrots. After that you start yer real trainin’. Deal?”

Crosshair hopped up, slinging his rifle over his shoulder. “Deal.”

“One more thing, kid.”

“Yeah?”

“What did you and Todo talk about this morning?”

Crosshair didn’t bother lying. “You.”

Bane growled quietly. “That gossiping little shit. What did he say?”

Though Crosshair didn’t intend to lie, he also didn’t feel like ratting Todo out. So he was honest about the thing that mattered most. 

“He said you’re better off without Fett around.” 

The words seemed to splash cold water on Bane’s face. The mercenary  looked away, out to the golden field, too bright in the noonday sun. 

“Is it true?” Crosshair asked. 

Bane’s glare didn’t skewer Crosshair as sharply as he expected. In fact, it looked like he may even answer.

“Target practice starts at dusk. Bring your A-game, kid. Not holding back on you. Now get outta here.”

And with that Bane sank into his rocking chair tilted his hat forward over his eyes.

The conversation was over.

Crosshair was happy he asked.

#tbb crosshair #bad batch crosshair #crosshair #the bad batch #tbb #star wars the clone wars #cad bane #tbb hunter #bad batch hunter #The First Toothpick

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haii hii art how are you !!! i just wanted to let you know that after 17364748436 years of procrastination i finally watched the one piece live action!! I wanted to lyk earlier, but i procrastinated (again) ALSO. i read a few chapters of the goofy boss manga and they are so cute omg????

Andd, if it's not much of a bother can you recommend more stuff like webtoons that yoy like !! Somehow all your recs are super fun to read,, so if its not a problem can you rec some more stuff hehe :3

^ a cat for yuor troubles

hi, mimi! thank you for sending me a message! and that's a super cute cat by the way! what's the name?? send me a gentle pat on the head, will you? i don't have one so i can only look at cat pics and videos of other people. (︶︹︺) and make gifs of that tsundere cat, hakutou. lol

anyway, did you enjoy one piece? i had fun watching it. not the best live action out there for me but considering it's one piece, i'd say the cast did a wonderful job. it's also nice to know you already tried the goofy boss manga!! they are all super adorable and just heal your soul. ^^

as for webtoons, i do have some i can recommend:

Devil Number 4 - a devil and a young woman formed a "contract" in exchange for her soul. it's a cute story, has some plot twists here and there and the story of the other characters are interesting too. this is already completed so you don't have to wait for the new chapters. i might reread this again.

Interview with a Murderer by Queensa - this one's BL. as the title suggests, one of the MC is a serial killer and the other character is a journalist. but if you are not comfortable with serial killers and psychological thrillers, feel free to ignore this one. this one is just one of my favourite BL webtoons so i might as well include it in the list. this is only around 60+ chapters and the ending felt a bit rushed. and because the story is so good, i would've preferred if there were a few more chapters or at least some side stories.

Eleceed - imagine Study Group but give the students powers, enemies of today become friends of tomorrow. this series is pretty much addicting. when i finished reading up to the latest, i ended up rereading my favourite parts. and the relationship of the main character with his friends is so good.

Bring the Love by Zestkyo - this one's my ultimate favourite romance webtoon. i must admit, i am not a superfan of series that focuses heavily on romance, but this one is just the best romance story for me. season 1 is already completed and season 2 is still ongoing. i also lost count of the number of times i reread my favourite scenes. this one's historical (13th century setting) so just a heads-up in case this setting is not your cup of tea. and oh, there are lgbt couples here, too!

these are what i recommend for now! i am still reading eleceed and bring the love, but devil number 4 and interview with a murderer are both completed. i hope this helps! (￣▽￣*)ゞ

last but not the least! i would also like to recommend another manga series, kyuujitsu no warumono-san (mr. villain's day-off). it's also a light-hearted, soul-healing series. and this is getting anime and broadcast starts in january. you may also watch this through my gifs since i will definitely be making edits for this one. lol

#manhwa #webtoons #webtoon recommendation #manhwa recommendation #devil number 4 #interview with a murderer #eleceed #bring the love #art answers #reply #lovely lovely mutuals #llm: amia 🌸

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OMG ANOTHER CHAPTER ALREADY??? THIS IS SO FAST MY HEART CANT HANDLE IT😩😩😩 I CANT WAIT TO READ IT

Hehe yes! I'm off classes now, so the writing is coming quick!!

I hope you enjoy it whenever you get around to reading it. The next chapter is coming out, likely today, maybe tomorrow, so you may have two chapters to read XD

#24 hours series asks

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Christmas Sniffles: Chapter 3

Summary: Right around the holidays, Peter 1 gets sick.

Never was MJ so glad to have an extra day off around the holidays. She now had an extra day to prep the Christmas cookies she had promised to bring to Peter 2's church when they went caroling tomorrow and now had an extra day to take care of Peter 1. She had been awakened by her husband kissing her forehead before he left to go to Otto's lab to help the older scientist wrap up a few things before being free for the holidays.

However, with Peter 2 gone, MJ had to juggle both the role of chef and caretaker. Thankfully the youngest seemed content to quietly watch Christmas movies and while cuddling with May Bear. During one of MJ's breaks, the two watched the newer Grinch movie and Peter 1 started giggling.

The older woman smiled. "The Grinch is pretty good huh?"

"Y-yeah. Hehe reminds me ohof Dr. Strange."

MJ giggled as she stroked Peter 1's hair. Thankfully, he seemed a little cooler and even had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. However, his cough was most concerning. It was harsh and rattling.

Another timer sounded from the kitchen. As MJ hurried to the kitchen to check the next batch of cookies, there was a knock on the door.

She quickly opened it. "Oh! Hi Harry! Come on in."

Harry stepped inside, but before he could respond, a timer went off in the kitchen.

"Shoot! I'll be right back. Make yourself at home Harry!"

MJ hurried into the kitchen, leaving Harry alone in the entry way.

"Hi Harry," a voice called out.

The older man left his packages on the entry way table and stepped into the living room. He grinned when he found Peter 1 on the couch. "Hey Pete. How's it going?"

One coughed in response.

"Oh, that doesn't sound good."

The youngest Peter shrank into his shoulders. "Sorry."

"No need to apologize Pete. It happens to the best of us." Harry placed the back of his head on Peter 1's forehead

One pulled away. "I got a cold."

"I noticed. You gonna be okay?"

One nodded. "Yeah I'm good."

Harry moved to sit on the floor. "But?"

". . . I feel like I'm being a burden to MJ and Peter 2."

The older Harry gently nudged his shoulder. "Hey, that's no way to talk about yourself. MJ and Peter love you."

"I know . . ." Peter 1's voice was barely above a whisper. "I just feel like I'm causing them a lot of extra trouble."

"You can't help when you get sick Pete." The older man rubbed his arm. "It just happens."

The youngest Peter hid his face in the top of his bear's head. "But I mess everything up."

The older man's shoulders drooped. He carefully slid One's beloved bear out of his face. "Why do you think that Peter?"

The boy looked away. "I can't be left alone."

"That happens when you're sick. It's just your brain looking for extra comfort and reassurance."

"But everytime one of them leaves the room, I panic. It's like I can't let them leave my sight."

Harry gently ruffled One's curls. "You've lost a lot of people there Pete. It's easy to get scared you'll loose more."

The youngest Peter quickly scrubbed his eyes. "You've lost a lot of people too."

The older man moved One's hand away. "Let's not compare apples with oranges kiddo. Yeah I've lost people and yeah it hurt like crap. But that doesn't mean your trials are any less important than mine."

Peter 1 remained quiet.

"Did something else happen?"

" . . . I had a nightmare. . . Two kicked me out---cause I was sick."

"Pete, he would never do that. He loves you too much to do that."

Peter 1 looked up. "Y-you think so?"

Harry nodded. "I know so. They're both crazy about you."

While he still looked doubtful, a small smile crept across One's face. "Thanks."

"Course buddy." A light clicked on in Harry's head. "You know what will cheer you up? A visit from Santa Clause."

"What?"

The older man pulled away and hurried over to the packages he had brought in. "You're usually supposed to wait until Christmas day to open Santa's presents, but since he gave me these two a little early, I think it would be okay to open them now."

One's brows furrowed as Harry came back to his spot next to the couch. "You didn't have to get me anything."

"But I didn't! These both are from Santa. He just dropped them off at my house so they could be wrapped and delivered."

The youngest Peter cocked his head at the older man.

Harry set his two packages next to him. "Now, one thing you have to know about Santa's gift is they become more 'practical' the older you get. So your first gift was practical and I, of course, wrapped it practically."

Harry lifted up a blue Christmas bag covered with giant snowflakes and a half ton of glitter. He gave it to the youngest Peter who hesitantly opened it. He pulled out a brown box and read the words across the top. "Stuture replacement kits?"

"Like I said, practical. If you're anything like your brother, you'll want to have those."

This made the youngest Peter chuckle. "Thahank yohou Harryhy."

"Uh, not me. It was Santa."

"Thank yohou Santaha."

The older man winked. "I'll relay the message. And now that we have the practical gift out of the way, Santa has a semi-practical gift to give you too."

The next present Peter 1 was given was wrapped in a simple gold paper with a blue ribbon on top.

The blush on Peter 1's face darkened. He felt a little embarrassed to be receiving so much attention. "Thank you."

"Now as you can see, I have wrapped this one semi-practically. The paper still gives you a chance to tear into it."

After a little more prompting, One carefully opened the gift. Inside was a small gray Stegasorus plush.

"This guy is great." Harry tapped the plushie's nose. "Not only can he cuddle, but if you heat up the pad in his middle, you have a heated cuddle toy."

One squeezed the stegasorus with one arm. "Thank you Santa."

The grin on Harry's own face grew as he ruffled One's curls. "You're welcome Uno."

"Ihi thought you weheren't Santa?"

"Oops! I spilled the beans," Harry teased.

The cutest giggle came out of the youngest's mouth when Harry tapped his nose. "Nohow I know whyhy Two says you're soho cute."

Peter 1 rolled his eyes. "Not cute."

"Ihi beg toho differ."

"Can I give you yours now?"

The older man started. "You got me something?"

The youngest Peter pointed. "It's in the green bag under the tree."

Harry stepped over to the tree to retrieve the bag.

"It's not much, but I hope you like it."

The older man waited until he was next to Peter again before opening his gift. From the bag, he pulled out a small wooden frame. Inside the frame was a picture of Harry and the Three Peters after a recent movie night at Two's house. Harry and Peter were making silly faces at the camera while Peter 3 was layed across their laps. One of Three's hands was keeping his head propped up while the other was being pushed by Peter who was pushing it off his sides while laughing next to Harry.

It was one of Harry's favorite photos from that evening. He had finally felt like he was accepted into the group after everything that had happened. It meant even more that Peter 1 had taken time to frame it for him . . . It made his heart swell.

"D-do you like it?"

"I don't like it bud." Harry looked up at Peter 1. "I love it."

"Really?"

"Honestly Pete." Harry wrapped the youngest in a hug. "This means so much to me."

After a brief hesitation, One tightly returned the hug. "You're a part of our family too Harry. I wanted you to see that."

The older man let out a playful huff. "Is it your goal to make me cry today?"

One pulled away. "Not intentionally."

Harry ruffled One's curls. "Ihi know. You're just too sweet sometimes." Another thought crossed Harry's mind. "Hey, before MJ gets back, wanna go see the snow?"

The youngest's eyes widened. "It's snowing?"

"Yeah! Wanna go see?"

Peter 1 eagerly nodded. He hurried to stand.

"Hold on. I know you're excited, but you can't go out in juhust your jammies." The older man stood and walked over to the entryway. "Where's your coat and boots?"

"I can get---."

Harry motioned to where he was. "Already here Pete."

Peter 1 huffed and pointed out the desired belongings and, with a little help from Harry, was soon bundled up. For an added layer of warmth, a hat and gloves were added before a blanket was tossed around his shoulders.

Once bundled up, Peter 1 eagerly stood before promptly toppling to one side.

"Wow!" Harry caught him. "Little dizzy?"

"A little. The fever makes me loopy."

The older man carefully wrapped the youngest's arm around him. "Here, lean on me."

"Okay."

Together, the duo made their way outside. Outside, the snow lightly fell to the ground and dusted the ground in a layer of white.

Peter 1 shivered, but eagerly held out one of his hands to watch the small flakes coat his glove. He pushed out a little farther to try to catch some more.

Harry shifted his hold. "Hold on kid."

He helped Peter 1 down the steps so he could stand in the walkway and let the flakes coat his hair and face. He looked so young and innocent with his flushed cheeks and messy curls.

"You know, I'm not one for magic, but the snow really makes Christmas seem pretty special," the older man replied.

"It does." The youngest Peter wiggled free of Harry's hold.

"Wow! Where are you---."

Peter 1 plopped into the snow. He flopped backwards into a giggly mess.

Harry squatted next time the giggling teen. "What are you doing?"

"Mahaking aha snohow ahangel!"

Harry chuckled. "Yohou're mihissing the angehel part."

Peter 1 stuck out his arms and started moving them up and down. However, his wings looked less like wings and more like messy snow swirls. His legs were less cooperative, leaving him with lopsided trenches. When Harry helped to pull him up, One's angel looked more like an odd alien character than the intended angelic figure.

"Nihice job kid. Ihit looks awesome."

The youngest Peter shivered. "Th-thanks."

"Peter?" A voice called. "Harry?"

The duo turned to see Peter 2 walking up the driveway.

One waved. "Hi Two."

The oldest Peter stepped forward. "What are you doing out here?"

"Seeing the snowflakes," Harry replied.

"And making snow angels."

"Ihi see that." Peter 2 brushed a few flakes out of One's hair. "Looks like you're having fun."

The moment was broken by a cough from Peter 1.

"And I think that's the cue to head back inside." The oldest Peter scooped the youngest into his arms.

"Aww, but we were having so much fun," Harry teased. However, he scooted closer to wrap the blanket tighter around Peter 1.

"I can do it."

"Last time I let you do it, you nearly toppled into the carpet." The oldest Peter nodded toward the house before heading inside.

Peter 1 pouted a little on the way in.

"I'll make it up to you with hot chocolate," Two promised.

The small trio made their way back in to find MJ coming down the stairs.

"There you are!" MJ exclaimed. "I stepped away for two seconds!"

Harry helped Peter 2 set One on the couch. "We went out to see the snow."

"Ah, I see."

"But we were only out for a minute!"

Meanwhile, the oldest Peter slipped off Peter 1's coat and boots. "Seems like they had a good time."

"Did he get too cold?" MJ asked.

Two smiled. "Nothing a change of clothes can't fix."

Harry started. "Did I mess up?"

"No! You didn't mess up!" MJ stepped forward. "That was really sweet of you."

"But he got cold."

"Being out for short periods is good when you're sick Harry." Peter 2 stepped back over to the entry way to put One's jacket and boots away. "Though I'm not sure about the snow angel."

"You mean the snow creature?" Harry teased.

"Hey!" The youngest Peter whined.

"It still looked cool Pete, but call it what it it is."

One smirked. "I was aiming for biblical accuracy." Another coughing fit broke him off.

Peter 2 stepped back over to his youngest brother. "It was great to see you Harry, but I need to take care of him real quick."

"Yeah you do that." The taller man watched in concern. "Let me know if you need anything."

The oldest Peter smiled at his friend. "We will, I promise."

Peter 2 wrapped his arm around Peter 1 and headed toward stairs.

"Bye Harry." One gave him a hug. "Thanks again."

Harry returned the hug. "Thank you too kiddo. You get better okay?"

"I will, I promise," Peter 1 let go and allowed Two to help him upstairs. "Love you."

Harry couldn't hide the smile on his face. "Love you too kid."

Once the two Peters were gone, a hand gently squeezed his shoulder. "You really are fond of him aren't you?"

Harry turned to MJ. "Aren't we all?"

"You could say that." The smaller woman hugged her friend. "I'm so glad you're back."

After a moment of hesitation, Harry returned the hug. "Me too."

He hadn't realized how much he needed that hug.

When MJ pulled away, she looked up at him. "Can you stay tonight? We're going to be decorating for the holidays and would love to have you here with us."

"I'd love too, but my dad wants me to help him decorate our tree."

"Your dad bought a tree?"

Harry grinned. "Yeah, a real one. We even picked out some ornaments together."

MJ smiled softly. "Oh Harry, that's awesome."

Harry blushed as he pulled away. "Ehe, fihirst time fohor everything I guehess."

"Oh! Before you go, I need to give you something!"

MJ hurried over to the tree and came back over with a Santa Clause gift bag. She handed it to the older man. "It's not much, but I hope you enjoy."

Harry smiled as he took the bag. "Thank you so much." He grabbed two packages behind him on the entry way table. "And these are for you and Peter. The last one is for Three."

"Thank you Harry. That's so sweet."

"You're welcome. Now, I unfortunately have to get going, but I'll see you again tomorrow."

The taller man gave MJ a kiss on the head before heading out the door. He paused on the porch . . . had he just done that? He hadn't gotten that close to Peter and MJ since the betrayal.

When he turned back to apologize, MJ waved goodbye. "You're a still a part of this family Harry. Have a great night."

Harry stared at the closed door. His heart filled with warmth and wholeness as he stepped away from the porch.

#whumpee peter 1 #care givers peter 2 and 3 #harry osborn #mj #sam raimi

[jeonjaemark]

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(a/n: i am currently freaking out over pledis not releasing ticket prices. i am wishing everyone good luck to those who will be getting tickets!! anyways here is another chapter!! also good luck to those who are taking their finals or wrapping up the school year!! i may post another chapter tomorrow depending on my mood hehe!! don’t forget to heart, reblog and leave a comment!! i would appreciate so much!! -kate)

#seventeen au #seventeen scenarios #seventeen au scenarios #seventeen smau #seventeen texts #seventeen mingyu #seventeen social media au #mingyu #mingyu scenarios #mingyu au #mingyu x y/n #if we never met #kpop scenarios #kpop social media au #kpop texts #kpop au #wonwoo scenarios #minghao scenarios

[ivoncu]

hello !! 🪄 here once again..

im a little late (been a sleepy guy..), but happy new year ! i hope this year will be a very good one for you, and i hope you find satisfaction and success in any and all of your endeavours this year ! i use my magic wand to cast it. If anything goes wrong for you jts my fault :3

also two big newses. first of all i made my friend who is not into enstars a keitop. this is especially excellent news considering another friend i got into enstars does Not like keito (literally only becayse i like him. will not let me convince her😓)

second of all i may be getting a nui soon ! idk who i want yet but i will have a creature soon ❤️ i dont usually get merch so im excited

Also.. Also.. keito smau.. (melts) (glass shatters) (destruction and chaos) (all babies in the world start crying simultaneously) (howls at the moon)

"my sweet valentine" = valentines day ?! (genius here).. i have no interest in it irl However in fiction i lose my mind whenever valentines day is involved. it could be halloween and id be like Omg valentines day 🤩🤩

so do know that even if it releases tomorrow.. on valentines.. on halloween.. in five years.. Never.. i support keito smau. i have your back 💪

anyways happy new year again, enjoy your day today hehe

-🪄

UWHAAAHDKTOEKEKE HI 🪄NONNIE SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY I HAD TO STUDY 😭😭😭😭 HAPPY LATE NEW YEARZ TO YOU (8 days late...? 😔)

IM SO HAPPPU FOR UOU FOR TURNING ANFRIEND OF YOUES INYO A KEITOP SOME OF MY FRIENDS HAVE NEVEREVEN SAID THE WORD KEITO BEFORE...... at least i think mybe i jusy forgot...

and congrats on getting a nui!!! i have a keito one it was 77 doallrs 😇 my mom wasnt happy with my decision. i might buy anothet one again...

keito smau chapter 1s gonns be released the exact moment i no longer have exams and get my ass up and work i hope!!!! maybe around late jan - early feb but im not exactly the type of person known to follow timely rules 😔 thank you for having my bsck 🪄nonnie youre always my #1 fr💪💪💪

AGAIN THANM YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!! I LOVE YOU🔥🔥🔥 I HOPE YOURE HAVING A NICE DAY EVEN IF THIS IS LIKE A SUPER LAYE REPLU!!!!

#𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹... 💬

[myherowritings]

PART 3. ACCIDENTAL SUGAR DADDY?

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.4k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. none in this chapter

A/N. happy new year y’all! :3 i hope you have a good 2021 and here is some flirty ceo!shouto for u to enjoy as we enter the new year hehe ;) thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy! xx sof

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“I heard you dropped by this weekend,” you said as a greeting, a playful smile on your lips. “Looking for me?”

If the tips of his ears didn’t tinge pink, you would have guessed Shouto was completely unaffected by your words. 

“Mn.” He drew his attention away from your gaze and pointedly adjusted his cufflinks. “Good morning to you too.” 

You laughed, accepting you wouldn’t get anything out of your attempt at teasing. “Morning, Shouto. How was your weekend?” 

The cafe was quite busy this hour, but Miyazaki took over the other register to alleviate the stress (though, what she really said was so you and pretty boy—who happened to be rich rich—could talk). Whatever the reason, you were glad for a small break whenever you could get it.

“You could say it was busy,” he replied, sounding a bit tired. For the first time since you met him, you actually noticed how exhausted he looked. You wanted to put cucumbers on his eyes and lay his head down on your lap to coax him to sleep. Nonetheless, he smiled softly at you. “And yours? I hope you were able to have time to rest and relax.”

You nodded. “I just slept a lot and caught up on the shows I missed throughout the week.”

“The real way a weekend should be spent.” 

His voice was teasing but he didn’t sound mocking. Just...somewhat playful. There was something about his tone that made you want to hear it again.

“Something tells me you need a weekend away where you could just relax and do nothing,” you commented, tapping the back of your pen to your chin. “Do you not have any days off at work?” 

He considered this. “Depends what you mean by day off.” 

“If you have to ask that, that probably means you don’t have a day off, huh?” you said with a frown, holding your hand over your chest as you sighed dramatically. “You poor thing. Overworked and tired. Maybe I should steal you away one weekend and get you to just relax.” 

You were only half-serious.

“Maybe you should,” agreed Shouto, sounding full-serious.

“Maybe I will,” you blurted before you could stop yourself. Maybe you could if you actually had his number… Then, feeling shameful you said, “But, ah, anyway, what can I get for you today? We actually have cheese danishes again!”

His face brightened. “You do? I’ll take five dozen.”

With a laugh you took down his order. You really weren’t sure where all these pastries were going when he bought it, but judging from his expression, you figured it must be somewhere good. 

“And for your drink?”

“This time I’ll have a large green tea with almond milk, please.” 

You nodded but tilted your head to the side in question. “No coffee with extra shots of espresso today?” 

“I add too much sugar and creamer to my coffee,” he admitted sheepishly. “And with all the baked goods I’ve been eating I realized I may have had an excess amount of sweets lately.” 

With an understanding laugh you patted his hand that was resting on the counter woefully. “I can definitely relate to that. If too many sweets are bad for you they shouldn’t have made it taste so good.”

Shouto glanced down at where your hands touched, an expression you couldn’t quite discern on his face. Averting your gaze, you quickly pulled your hand back. Was that inappropriate of you? Did he find it too pushy?

“Oh— Sorry about that,” you said, rubbing your elbow with your opposite hand. “Got a bit ahead of myself there.”

“No, it’s fine.” He blinked once. “I didn’t mind.”

Unsure if he meant anything by that and unsure if you were reading too much into things, you simply brushed the topic off and moved on to getting his order in telling him the price. 

“Paying by card again, I’m assuming?” you asked before hitting the appropriate button on the screen.

“Correct.”

By now the sight of the sleek and pretty credit card was one you grew rather fond of as he scanned over the payment terminal and signed his name. Was it weird you wanted to examine his signature more closely? Shouto seemed like the type of person who would have a fancy signature that somehow looked like art. 

As per routine, you told him his order would be ready for pick up at his right and, before he left the register, he thanked you and gave you another $100. 

Did it feel any less strange than the first time he tipped you? Not really, no. But you still weren’t going to complain about a generous tip from a willing customer.

Before he left with his cheese danishes and cup of tea in hand, he stopped by next to you with a small smile. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

You grinned back. “Can’t wait, Shouto!” 

— ✩ —

This went on for a whole other week. By this point, he had given you over $1,000 in tip and you were starting to feel like you should give him something in return despite him assuring you he didn’t expect anything. 

When you told your friends about the nice guy you met while you were working and they asked for the details, the first thing they said in response to your situation was, “Sugar daddy?” 

Before they planted that thought into your head, you just took it as a rich businessman who hated the rich and believed in redistribution of wealth—you couldn’t complain about that. That made him even more appealing, if you must say. But once Kaminari and Ashido whispered those two words, you couldn’t help but see the comparisons. 

You had no issues with sugar daddies or sugar babies; as long as they were two consenting adults, what did it matter to you? It just wasn’t something you were looking for at the time and you didn’t want Shouto to get the wrong impression or involve yourself in something you weren’t ready to. 

As you commuted to work for your next morning shift, you told yourself today was the day you’d thank him one final time for the tips, but tell him you couldn’t accept anymore. You were sure he’d be understanding but you also hoped it wouldn’t deter him from coming to see you. That was the last thing you’d want. 

“Mrs. Miyazaki,” you said between customers. “When Shouto comes in, do you think I can step away from the register to talk to him for a little? I promise it’ll be brief!”

She waved her hand dismissively. “That’s not a problem. Are you finally going to ask him out or something?”

You scratched the back of your neck. “Or something, yeah.” 

Thankfully, by the time Shouto arrived today, it was later than he normally came, meaning rush hour was almost dying down. 

“Good morning! Someone’s a little late today,” you teased. “Overslept?” 

“I wish,” he sighed wistfully. “I had a meeting early this morning and it just ended. Didn’t have a chance to pick up some coffee or pastries beforehand.” 

You frowned. “I’m sorry to hear that. I hope whoever was hosting the meeting at least provided you guys drinks and snacks!” 

He paused. “He did, but… I just thought yours were better.” 

Smiling at the compliment, you preened. “Well, I can’t say I’m not surprised. And I’m glad you were able to drop by still. Would’ve missed you too much otherwise.”

Again, you were only half-serious.

“Hm. I would’ve missed you too.”

And again, he seemed full-serious. Not that you minded. 

After taking his order and watching him pay, you pulled him to the side, looking over at your boss so she knew what was going on. She gave you a brief nod as you turned your attention to Shouto. 

A lapse of silence went by and he spoke up, “Did you have something you wanted to say?” 

“Yeah, actually.” You wrung your fingers nervously, hoping you wouldn’t say anything to offend him since you knew his actions were coming from a kind place. “I just wanted to say… I’m not really looking for a sugar daddy right now.”

He blinked once. Then twice. “Pardon?” 

You stared at him, unsure what to say. 

“I— Sorry. I wasn’t… It’s not my intention to be a...sugar daddy either.” Shouto’s face flushed a bright pink that made your own cheeks warm up in response. 

“But the—the money? I just… I guess I thought…” You winced.

So he wasn’t trying to pick up a sugar baby… Well, this was awkward. But regardless, you think you’ve gotten close enough to him to the point where it would feel weird accepting money from him. 

“I’m sorry if I was unclear. It really is just a tip to show appreciation for your service here.” 

You shook your head. “No! Sorry, that makes sense! My friends just said… And then I…” you trailed off, feeling a million times more flustered than when you started. “Sorry about that. The sugar daddy mishap aside, I still wanted to say that I really appreciate the tips you gave, but I don’t think I can accept them anymore.” 

Slowly, he nodded, adjusting the collar of his dress shirt. “I understand. Did something happen?”

“No, nothing happened!” you were quick to assure. “I really am thankful, but… I think we’ve gotten too close for me to be comfortable accepting that much money, you know?”

Shouto tilted his head to the side, listening intently. 

“Like,” you tried to explain, fiddling with your apron, “over the past few weeks I just think we’ve gotten to know each other more and I think of you as a friend of sorts now.” You peered at him through your lashes, hoping your words were making sense. “I think as a relationship develops—for me, at least—adding money into the mix can cause weird power imbalances if not communicated properly. And I just don’t want that for us.” 

He thought through your words for a while before agreeing. “I get what you mean. I wouldn’t want to unintentionally make you feel like you owe me anything, so if you’re not comfortable with it, I can stop.” 

“Thanks, Shouto,” you said with a beam, glad he was so receptive. Really though, what else did you expect? From your interactions with him you took him to be kindhearted and open. Of course he wouldn’t be upset over this. “But just to be clear, this doesn’t mean you should stop coming! Right? I don’t want to stop being your friend or anything!” 

With a small laugh, he nodded. “Sure. I wouldn’t want to part with my favorite cafe. And I’d like to keep being friends as well.”

Those words warmed your heart. You really were nervous about this confrontation earlier; you didn’t want voicing your opinion to mean ending your friendship. (Although, if you sharing what you were comfortable with was enough to end a relationship, then you supposed it was bound to be a toxic and stifling one in the long run and it was good to know in the beginning to end it before it could grow.) Turns out, however, that you didn’t even need to worry about that. He was understanding and sweet and you were glad to have gotten this out of the way.

“Well, as new friends,” you said, gently nudging his side, “maybe we should get to know each other more? Exchange numbers… Hang out outside of this cafe…” You ran through some suggestions, almost bouncing on your feet in excitement. “I mean, I know you’re always so busy and might not have much free time to hang out. But— If you’re ever free one weekend…” 

“I’d enjoy that,” he cut in, saving you from blabbering your mouth off and accidentally embarrassing yourself. “Didn’t you say you’d steal me away from work to relax? I’m still holding you to that.” 

The beginnings of a smirk formed on his face as he looked at your flustered expression. Was he teasing you?

You huffed, pretending to be insulted by his playful mocking. “Guess I’ll really have to do it then.” 

“Guess so.”

“Maybe you should give me your number first so we could plan it.” 

“Okay.”

He handed you his phone and you handed him yours, both of your adding your numbers to the contact list. Smiling, you held the phone in front of the two of you to take a contact picture of yourself for Shouto’s phone. To your complete surprise, he laughed before promptly following suit and taking a selfie for his contact image. 

“Cute,” you said when he handed you back your phone. 

“You too.” 

Placing your device back in your pocket, you looked at him, hand on hip. “Since when did you become such a smooth-talker? Am I going to have to guard my heart now?” 

His only response was a shrug, but you could see hints of a smile playing on his face. The two of you seemed to be smiling a lot lately, you couldn’t help but notice. 

“I should probably let you go to work now—and I should go back to mine.” You gestured to the growing line at the front of the store. Your manager looked like she had things under control, but you didn’t want to take advantage of her kindness. “You should text me later though. If you want.”

“I’ll do that,” Shouto promised, picking up his drink and pastry boxes from the side counter. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N. And… I’ll message you soon.” 

As you watched him leave the store, you were certain you had a silly look on your face as you stared in a trance. 

“I’ll turn my phone off silent just for you!” you said to his back, hoping he understood what a momentous occasion this was. Your phone was always on silent (unless you were playing a game, of course). But for Shouto, you could handle hearing the obnoxious ringtone and text tone. 

With an amused expression he nodded before waving goodbye.

Later on that day, at the end of your shift, you noticed a new message from a certain someone that made your stomach flutter.

Shouto: Hi there. It’s Shouto :)

You never knew those four simple words would be enough to keep the grin plastered on your face up until the moment your head hit your pillow to fall asleep. But, damn— Were you glad that happened to be the case. 

a/n: whY WAS SHOUTO AND Y/N EXCHANGING NUMBERS SO CUTE idk that scene got me all blushy and :DDD HFJDKSF like taking a selfie with shouto and getting his number? only goal in life BFHFGF,, also y/n said no more tips how we feeling? ;o 

what to expect in the next part:

an unwanted visitor ಥ_ಥ

shouto has a...proposition for y/n 

FLIRTING FLUFF SO MUCH CUTENESS U MIGHT CRY

y/n struggles with their fEeLiNGs~

#A LITTLE EARLIER THAN NORMAL BUT I HAVE TO GET READY FOR NYE AHH #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha fanfiction #mha #mha imagines #mha x reader #mha fanfic recs #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #todoroki shouto #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha fluff #todoroki imagines #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #todoroki x y/n #shouto todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #shoto x reader #bnha todoroki #todoroki shoto

[zuluc]

im excited for the update tomorrow ☺️ the first chapter of dywc will be up @ 11 pm pst ! in the meantime, we can have another streamer steal out hearts for a little bit 🥴

kazuha doesn’t like to stream too much into the night because it cuts into the time he should be sleeping. he acts like he’s too old to stay up but denies all allegations about his late night writing sessions or 2am stargazings. but his chat convinces him to stay later quite often because, ot be very honest, his streams put them to sleep especially if they start at night.

if you guessed that it’s because of his voice, you are correct. 

it’s a bit like zhongli’s, someone friends with another streamer you know, in the way that it’s soothing to listen to. he doesn’t yell or shout, just mutters under his breath if something goes wrong or he gets scared by something. his laughs are light and airy that you could miss them if he isn’t that close to his mic. his chat likes to joke that he speaks in lowercase and he only looked straight into his camera in the middle of a game and spoke “i’m aware.” 

“you guys are like chairs.”

his chat: “aww because we give support??” referring to his gaming chair

“no. because i can’t stand you”

he gives a little hehe as the messages of shock come in

this also goes to show that he prefers to play chill games that require just clicking and no keyboard movement. he talks a little during games that do have those mechanics because he likes to focus on quick decisions rather than speaking in the moment. this happens during first person shooters and he stops for a moment after getting a kill for his team to say that he doesn’t want to play anymore.

“xiao showed me neko atsume last night and i want to play that instead of this”

if there’s one person left he just clocks out and lays back in his chair to just watch from behind a wall. gorou’s character comes into view and he just watches him before leaving and finding the opponent himself. 

“sorry gorou, i’m done. i want to go outside, the skies are clear and i can find constellations i was talking about”

he’s so comfortable with his streams and his audience that he can just up and leave at random times. despite streaming being what he does, he hates staying in one place for too long. some company sent him a vr headset to test out and that was all he played for a week straight at one point.

in one stream he does randomly bring up that he can play a leaf. everyone didn’t believe him so he made them wait for twenty minutes as he was looking for the right one in your backyard. he comes back with a straight face as he stays in the doorway to blow on it

“i told you so”

now this is where you come in ☺️

if you’re in the room but staying off to the side away from the camera, during a break he’ll lean over and kiss your forehead before standing up and going to the bathroom. sometimes his streams go late into the night and he’s been walking/moving around in his room so he gets tired, as one does. you come in with water and snacks to which he swivels around and smiles when he first sees you. forget the game and whatever he was saying, he wants the food and for you to sit next to him. 

or to sit on his lap because hey why not. 

if you’re there too you just watch and nod as he directs conversation towards you and you have to remind him that he’s streaming with a bunch of people watching. he turns back like “huh? oh, right” this happens often and he doesn’t even notice the comments about you guys in his chat

let’s move onto aesthetic,

besides his voice, people like to watch him because of how he presents himself. it’s a chill and calm environment despite some comments he may have here and there (he does have a soothing voice but the comebacks and roasts directed at his chat and friends,, he has absolutely no chill) it’s like he sounds like he’s complimenting you but the words say otherwise yk

in the back is a large fishtank beidou gave him and he has many in there named after his friends. it has its own lighting because he’s a sucker for decor with all of this being on a custom concrete table. the tank takes up like half the counter space so he decorates the sides with hanging plants and fairy lights. don’t judge him, he downloaded pinterest for a day and that’s what stuck

there’s a collectable katana hung up on the wall above the tank because he noted that every other streamer had a large piece of artwork. so why not a katana?

he’s a comfortable gamer anyway. full on hoodies and sweats because he likes to keep his room at -50 degrees for absolutely no reason. it does give him an excuse to throw you one of his jackets when you walk in so it’s a win-win if you think about it. on occasion, if he reaches a milestone or something, he’ll wear a silky dress shirt that’s cozy and nice. maybe he’ll even keep his hair down

but his hair is usually up with that red streak visible. a high ponytail is common if it’s hot outside (but with his internal room temperature of antarctica smh) or a low bun if he’s tired. someone sent him a maple leaf hair clip because he was dubbed as from canada after a stream with aether, and he wears it quite often

does he have piercings? yes. not on his ears though. :p

how do you think he can blow that leaf ?

#late night thoughts #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcannons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact kaedehara kazuha #genshin impact kaedehara kazuha x reader #genshin impact kazuha x reader #genshin impact kazuha #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha

[miraculous-trinity-leo]

Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8)

Chapter 6: Evade The Bats, and Beat The Crows

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

The girls are in the old living room setting up clues (that are absolutely... useless) around Gotham. One being a picture Harley and Multimouse took earlier that day.

"They might think to look here after they realize the clues are fake." - Steph

"Then where else would they not think to look?" - Maria

"W.E, I can get you and Harley in without them knowing easily." - Barbara said with a confident smile.

"But they'll have to go incognito... especially you Harley, no offense, but your outfit stands out just a tad." - Steph

"Ehhh, none taken, I'm sure I can tink of somthin' else tuh wear." - Harley

"I can help with that, but I'll need some clothes and some sewing supplies." - Maria said already thinking of what she could make.

Cass gave a nod and headed out of the room, after a few minutes she came back with t-shirts, jackets, sweaters, shorts, jeans, etc. and droped the pile of clothes infront of the group. She then handed Maria a sewing set she got from Alfred.

"Thanks Cass. I'll get to work on making our costumes." - Maria

"Let me help yuh wit' dat hun." - Harley said as she picked up most of the clothes for Maria

"Thanks." Maria

•—–·Let's see the Chaos shall we·–—•

"You never told us she could use magic!" - Red Hood looking under the table

"I wonder if she can infuse magic with coffee..." - Red Robin said looking in the cabinets for the third time.

"Stop looking for coffee!" - Red Hood

"She could've hidden in here." - Red Robin said while crabbing a mug

"I haven't had enough sleep to deal with this." - Selina then walked over and flopped herself on the couch and proceeded to fall asleep on impact.

"Maria get your tiny self back here right now or else!" - Tony

"Or else what? She Knows MAGIC! What else does she know that you haven't told us?!" - Red Hood

"... I never told you becuase it's meant to be a secret!" - Tony

"Oh, so now you agree with keeping things a secret?" - Red Robin grabbing the coffee

"What else can she do Tony." - Batman

"Well... she's great with tech, can kick butt in a LOT of different ways, has magic, and if she wants to, she can find and know where everyone or anyone is, but I think she gets massive headaches from a wide search like that." - Tony

"Anything else?" - Batman

(Tony thinkng of all the tiny gods she has in jewelery, and that she keeps Paris/friends and family safe on a daily basis, and that she is the well known designer MDC...)"No..." - Tony

As ivy was listening to them talk, she continued to search her garden, until one of her plants had a message fo her.

"Hello Ms. Ivy, please don't help Batman and Iron Man find us, we promise we'll be careful." - Maria

"Where are you?" - Ivy asked whispering into the plant.

After a few minutes Ivy got a detailed plan that Maria, Harley and the girls came up with to evade The IronBat group (Maria thought that would be better than ManMan group 'But it's Bat MAN and Iron MAN, so it has tuh be The ManMan group.' was Harleys defence, but Maria won that one.) and Ivy agreed to help as best she could.

•—–· Over to the Miraculous gang ·–—•

Plagg is cackling like there's no tomorrow.

"Guys something must be wrong, Plagg won't stop cackling, he won't even touch the cheese I gave him!!!" - Adrien

"There's no time for that, we need to find out where the hell Maria is!!" - Chloé

"Hahahaha, Ti- heheh Tikk- pffhaaaaaaahaha!!!" - Plagg

"He's trying to form words!" Adrien cradling Plagg in his hands "What is it my friend? Don't do this, you're to young...*sniff * you're to beautiful!"

"Hehehehe Shhhh- hahaha, she- she- haha...heheh- I'm so p-hehe-Proud wahahaha " - Plagg

"Proud?! She?! Where?! Who, is it Maria?!" - Chloé

"Hhhhhhhhahhaaaaaaaaaa" - Plagg

"Oh God he's wheezing!" - Adrien

"Hey guys, Peter and I got the snacks, found out where Maria might- oh kwami." - Alix walking into the room to a zombie looking Chloé, a panicked Adrien and the Kwami of death/bad luck/chaos laughing himself to death.

"Has he finally lost it?" - Peter

"She has become a true cat! hahahahahaaaaa heheheheeeeeee." - Plagg

Everyone in the room but Plagg "Oh fu-"

•—–· Over to the Batfam ·–—•

So everyone is panicking because for the past hour none of them could find Multimouse. Robin is sitting on the couch next to a now fully awake Selina, Red Hood and Nightwing are once again feeding each other the worst possible situation she could be in, Tony may or may not be hyperventilating, Red Robin is drinking coffee, and Batman is as stoic as ever... well on the outside anyway, on the inside, it's a warzone. Ivy is drinking her tea, slightly worried, but also hiding a small smile.

"What if we ask Oracle to try and help us find her?" - Red Robin

"... Right... Yes, ok let's do that... Bats you do it, I need to sit down." - Tony

•—–· Back to the girls ·–—•

The girls moved everything to the Bat-cave so they could set the route they would take, then the Bat-Computer started ringing.

"Hide!" - Steph

"Where, dere's nuttin' tuh hide behind!" - Harley

"Quick under the Bat-Computer." - Barbara

As soon as Harley and Maria hid under the Bat-Computer, Batman and the rest of the Batfam was on video call.

"Hey guys, what do you need?" - Barbara acting like nothing happened

"We need you to search for Maria, she's in a dark gray suit with pink accents, and she's with Harley." - Batman

"Ok, no prob, I'll contact you when I've found something." - and with that Barbara exited the call.

"Should we start heading out?" - Maria

"Yup, and here are your ID badges, don't lose them. I'll give our Batfam fake sightings, and lead them far away, then once you reach W.E I'll slowly start leading them closer to you." - Barbara

"Thanks, keep in touch if they decide to split up." - Maria

"Roger that." - Steph said giving a solute

•—–·–—•

Soon Multimouse and Harley are running over roof tops again, doing tricks, and stopping petty crimes, Barbara is leading the Batfam all over Gotham, and then they got to W.E, after Maria transformed back, they entered the building. Thanks to Babs, they entered without any problems and had free roam for the entire building, with some exceptions like new weapons designs, or the roof. They were hiding in the building for about an hour on the 7th floor when Barbara called in.

"Hey girls, you might want to be careful, I spotted some of Scarecrows goons a few blocks away, they seem to be heading in your direction, I'd say about 6mins tops until they reach W.E. Best to find a good room to stay in, or get out of there." - Barbara

"Thanks fawh de heads up Babs." - Harley

"Ok, we'll try to get out, let us know if we should turn back or not." - Maria

"Got it, and be careful." - Barbara

Maria and Harley then made their way back down, they were taking the stairs, because they figured it would be quicker, once they were on the second floor, they started to calmly make their way through the doors of the stairwell. That's when Scarecrows goons busted in, shouting for everyone to get down, Harley made sure to stay as close to Maria as possible as the goons gathered everyone to a wall. They were told to not move, talk, or do anything to anger them, once everyone was up against the wall, that's when Scarecrow came in. As he entered the room some of the employees started to look very scared, when Maria looked over to Harley, she saw her mouth 'it's ok', afterwards the goons had them all tied up and on the floor sitting down. Scarecrow scanned them before speaking.

"One of you will be testing my newest and most potent fear toxin as of yet. We can do this one out of two ways." He said lifting up two of his needle syringed fingers. "1. You can be a hero, and let yourself be my newest test subject, aka the boring way or 2. I pick whoever I want, aka the slightly less boring way. Now, who wants to go first?"

•—–· Over to Batman ·–—•

The Batfam was running around the other side of Gotham, now without Tony, because someone ( ehem Thor, ehem) was making a giant mess at Avengers Tower, and was fighting Loki... again. It was when they decided to call Oracle that things took another turn.

"Oracle have you foun- " - Batman

"They're at W.E. and Scarecrows there, I can't get in contact with them, and I can't get into the cameras at the moment, I need you to get your butts over there now!" - Oracle

"Wait you were in contact with them?!" - Red Hood

"Not the time! Just get over there before someone gets hurt!" - Oracle

"We're on our way." - Batman

They all then kicked it into high gear and were running to W.E, and out of everyone, Damian seemed to be the most visibly panicked, if him running twice as fast as everyone was any indication. At the speed they were going, they would be there in 20mins or less... hopefully.

•—–· Back to Maria and Harley ·–—•

So while Scarecrow was giving his little speech, Maria whispered into a plant to let Ivy know their situation, she wasn't able to get an answer before she and Harley were pulled away from the crowd.

"And what do we have here? Harley Quinn and a child. How interesting, well then, which one of you would like to test my new fear toxin?" - Scarecrow

"Eh, do me, I bet I got a lot o' trauma and fears from my time wit' Mistuh J. dat yuh would just love tuh see." - Harley

"... As tempting as that sounds I think I'll test it on your little friend here, after all, I know better than to mess with one of the Sirens." - As Scarecrow said that, one of the goons dragged Maria over to him. She didn't panic, she was actually really calm, which worried Harley even more because, remember all that emotional trauma she saw Maria had? Yeah, not the best match for the fear toxin.

As Scarecrow grabbed Maria, she locked eyes with Harley, and gave a brief smile before she felt a sharp jabbing pain in the side of her neck. Her vision went hazy, and from Harleys' point of view, she went a little limp from it.

As Maria started to see again she could hear screams, car alarms going off, and explosion in the distance, when she looked up, she saw them, her friends, her team... her family, they were all there lying infront of her... none of them moving, all of them were lifeless, looking as though turned into a gray husk of what they once were, and beside them were all the Kwamis, and their respective Jewelery, broken and shattered. She felt the tears fall as she looked around. Paris, the once beautiful city of lights, was now a wasteland, everything had a gray tone to it, people, animals, everything that had life... was dead.

And then she heard laughing, a sick disturbing laugh that was all to familiar... Lila. When she turned and saw Vulpina, she felt sick just looking at her.

"You have failed Maria, everyone you knew and loved is gone, all because you weren't here." - Lila

All she felt in that moment... was pure anger, she began to struggle, but somthing was holding her. She kept hearing that stupid laugh, and kept struggling harder and harder.

"You were never good enough, you were meant to always be our everyday Ladybug, but you never were, you never cared for us, and that's why, they're all gone, because you weren't good enough." - Lila

The last four words kept playing over and over in her head, until something clicked, she wasn't in Paris, so how did she get there? The last place she was at... was with Harley, she was in the W.E. building, and had fear toxin injected into her. As she came to that realization, she could hear the laughing fade just a bit, she closed her eyes and focused on finding everyone's souls, when she did, she saw that Scarecrow was right infront of her, a goon next to Harley, and a goon behind her, the other goons had left and were on the first floor. She snapped back when she heard Lilas' voice again.

"You always were stubborn and never accepted the real truth, as class president aren't you supposed to just roll over and do as you're told." - Lila

Maria was done listening to her, and decided to kick Lila in the face (since someone didn't think to tie up her ankles.)

"Just go rott in hell already you lieing fox!" - Maria

Maria didn't get any answer, all she knew was that she hit whatever was really infront of her hard. Maria then heard Lilas' voice morph into a heavier, more distorted voice.

"That's a first, guess I'll have to increase the dosage." - Scarecrow

She then felt another jabbing pain in her neck, all she could do was scream from the pain, her head was spinning, and all she could hear was laughing, sickening laughter that came from both Lila, and now Hawkmoth. One thing Scarecrow didn't account for, was the deep hatred Maria held for both individuals he made her see. Because soon after he gave her more fear toxin she got her footing, pushing back into the goon behind her before using the goons' grib on her to do a half backflip into kicking the guys face in, quickly knocking the goon out, when she stood back up she only saw Hawkmoth, surrounded by her lifeless team and family, she only saw red, and charge right at him. She kept punching and roundhouse kicking him, giving one final charge, ramming into Hawkmoth before she felt weightless. She never heard the panicked scream Harley let out, she never heard the shouts that came from the Batfam just reaching the second floor, before she hit something... something rapped around her holding her from falling any further, causing her to start thrashing around thinking it was Hawkmoth, before seeing he was also grabbed by something. She struggled ignoring the slight pain that went through her harms and legs. She slowly calmed down as she felt her feet touch the ground again, she then saw another Hawkmoth that was now mixed with Lila hug her, she tried to break free, but realized that it wasn't Lila or Hawkmoth... It was calming, and her voice was gentle, it was Ivy. She only heard a few words, that's when she felt something blow on her face, and after a few seconds, she lost conscientiousness.

Harley came sprinting down and was by Ivys' side in less than a minute. Ivy could tell Harley was worried and joined her in hugging a now sleeping Maria.

"I'm sawhry Ives, It all just happened so fast, and she was so awesome at kickin' Cranes @ss, I din't get her out of dere quick enough." - Harley said as she looked Ivy in the eyes, with tears threatening to escape.

"It's alright Harley, none of this is your fault." - Ivy replied comfortingly to Harley

As the two hugged Maria Batman came over.

"We'll take it from here." - Batman

"Hell no. We ain't leavin' her side." - Harley

Batman just let out a sigh, after he dealt with Scarecrow and his goons, Batman, along with his sons, Ivy and Harley, all headed back to the Bat-cave where the other girls and Alfred were waiting.

If anyone noticed Robin looking over to Maria with a concerned look, they just ignored it, and continued their way back home.

•—–·†·–—•

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[yoonieboonie]

The Substitute Lover (2)

word count: 1.7k

genre: fluff, angst hehe

pairing: myg x reader

summary: Finally meeting the college boy you've been eyeing on for months, everything goes wrong when you realise what you're really getting yourself into.

a/n: this is part 2!!! i cant figure out how to link the first part properly but if you know how pls slide into my dms and teach me hehe you can find part 1 at my tumblr profile. thank you for the love on the first chapter!!! 🥺 i'll do my best!!! NEXT | PREVIOUS

As soon as you're out of the view, Hoseok immediately swung an arm around Yoongi's shoulder. He was delighted for his friend, afterall, it has been a while since he was in a relationship.

Yoongi took what happened to heart. Namjoon noticed, it didn't take a genius to. He warningly eyed Hoseok who pretended not to see him. The mint haired boy shrugged off the hand and faced them.

"It's your fault, Hoba." He sighed, using the nickname they had for their energetic friend. "She's a senior and isn't around the campus much but news here spread like wildfire. I don't want her to think—" he continued but Hoseok cut him off.

"Think what? Listen, Yoongi. It's over between you two, it has been for a long time. I think it's time you quit moping and start giving yourself a chance to be happy again." This made Yoongi snap his head towards him. Hoseok may be chatty but he always knew not to cross that line. Both him and Namjoon did. What happened was considered taboo and was never spoken about, no matter how long ago it was.

"What did that Y/N feed you? Aren't I your friend here?" He challenged. Hoseok was about to answer when Namjoon intervened. He patted both of the men on the shoulder to kill the tension arising.

"Let's head to rehearsals, please. I don't want to be the receiving end of Mrs. Lee's anger today."

The auditorium was crowded, all students that are part of the recital are scattered around. Since the trio are all helping the backstage crew, they immediately went to their place and settled in.

"Where have you guys been?" Mijin whispered. They all shrugged in return, she wouldn't rat them out. Knowing well that she would do anything to cover up for Yoongi. Though she acts nonchalant about it, she has been crushing on him since their freshmen years.

"Just do your job and don't fuck this up. Please." She pleaded. All the trio did was nod.

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You are now banging your head on the library table, earning looks from the other students who are procrastinating due to the upcoming finals. If the stake wasn't this high, you wouldn't be this stressed about it. You mentally scold yourself for acting so bold that day. For all you know, Yoongi might be a secret genius and that leaves you making a damn fool out of yourself not only in front of Hoseok and Namjoon but the entire campus aswell.

News of your mess spread quickly, the girl who wore thick-glasses and ugly sweaters asking the ace of the Music department out. You try and avoid their stares and focused on your notes. Praying to the heavens that you at least score decent enough if not scoring higher than Yoongi.

At this point, you don't even bother for the date. You just want to do your best. That is until it was time for your Humanities class again. Your hands are clammy as the test paper are handed out. You prepared for the test but somehow, your heart is pounding out of your chest.

You easily navigate through the questions but one left you confused. You try to recall the answer for a good five minutes but eventually gave up. If you don't know it now, you'll probably not know it later. That is until all papers have been passed and it was time to exit the classroom that a lightbulb went off in your head.

"Plato." you whine. The answer was Plato. You rub your fingers to your temple and let out a frustrated groan.

"Y/N!" a voice you recognise to be Hoseok called out. Honestly, you don't want to face them today. You are embarrassed still, and you're sure if looks could kill, you'd be dead at how Yoongi is shooting glares in your direction.

You adjust your backpack and offered a wave.

"Do you already know where you want to go for the date?" Namjoon teased. Hoseok laughed beside him, shoving his hands in his jean pockets.

"Oh," You sigh. "I don't think I'd be able to go on that date."

That made Yoongi look up at you. He should be relieved, he thought. But he was more intrigued as to why you decided against the bet.

"I forgot the answer to Test II, number 5. I left it blank instead, however when I remembered the answer, the papers were already collected." Not that Yoongi cared, but you seemed sad to not be able to go on that date.

"Think positive, Y/N. The deal was to score higher not to have a perfect score." Hoseok encouraged.

"It's okay, what matters was that I tried. I know Yoongi will ace the test. Specially when the stake was a date with me." you shrugged nonchalantly.

You moved towards him and held out a hand. He eyed it skeptically before lifting his arm to shake it.

"Wait! The results are not out yet!" Namjoon whined. If he was initially opposed to this, he no longer was. He was just as invested as Hoseok was. Pushing you to win against Yoongi.

You laughed and took a step back. "Alright then. If I do win, I want to go to Lotte World."

"You haven't been there?" Hoseok asked. You shook your head.

"I came from Daegu. This is my first time in Seoul and I haven't been able to roam around due to our classes. Besides, I don't see the point entirely but if I would go on a date, I would like it to be there."

Yoongi pretended to not pay attention. It made sense that you were not from the metro. The way you dress and your things are certainly not what a typical college student would wear to the campus. To add to that, he now does notice an accent from the way you speak.

"Namjoon!" a voice called over. It was Mijin, if you recall correctly, she was also part of the rehearsals the trio attended. Hoseok introduced the both of you the first time you had lunch with them. Taking that as a cue to leave, you gathered your things and went home.

The week flew by and before you know it, it was time for the exam results. You were dreading to attend class but not wanting to look like a sore loser, you got ready for the day.

Yoongi subconsciously kept track of the days too. Instead of practicing and attending rehearsals, he found himself too caught up with waiting for the results. He tried to convince himself that he just wants to ensure that you two never go on that date but he isn't really sure.

His heart was pounding out of his chest as he lay down his bed. He was one of the few lucky ones who doesn't have a roommate. Hoseok and Namjoon were, on the otherhand. Deciding to take the day off, he doesn't really give a fuck if he wins or loses the bet. With that, he turned and covered his head with a pillow, trying to fall back asleep.

"Pay up." Yoongi groaned as he hears Hoseok's voice inside his dorm. Namjoon chuckled and called out to Yoongi.

"Hey, I put my bet on you! Hoba told me you'd be too chicken to attend class today and I didn't believe him but seeing it for myself," he trailed off. Yoongi blindy threw his pillow at the two boys maniacally laughing to his side.

"Get up and get dressed. We're going to be late." Namjoon ordered.

Yoongi decided to not bother arguing with them. He knows he won't be able to get out of this so might as well get it done and over with.

Walking to class was annoying for Yoongi. With Hoseok waving the money Namjoon paid him with in Yoongi's face and dreading the results of the exam. He was fucking frustrated.

You came into view, trying to insert yourself into the crowd of people. Trying to get a view of the results. You failed, being lanky and small. You huff, to which Yoongi watched in amusement. You were something, he thought.

"Y/N!" Hoseok beamed and Namjoon followed. Yoongi trailed behind.

"Oh, I haven't seen the results. I'm waiting for the crowd to die down." You explained. Hoseok, excited to know the results, held onto you and helped you squeeze into the bodies of students trying to get a glimpse of their grade.

Yoongi's eyes trailed from Hoseok's hand that was holding onto both of your arms from behind. He knew that his friend was just eager to know the results in order to rub it in his face but the contact of skin made him feel as if it's something he shouldn't be seeing. It felt as if his eyes were interrupting something.

You seemed uncomfortable, he noted. Hoseok was one to be physically comfortable around people. With occasional brushes of hands or an arm around shoulders, you can always expect it from him. Yoongi knew this but he was still somehow bothered by it.

"Yoongi." He was snapped out of his daze when you called for him. He saw your tiny figure offer him a hand.

"Congratulations, Yoongi. It was a great bet." You spoke calmly. He wondered what the results were. To confirm, he didn't shake your hands but instead took a look at it for himself.

FINALS RESULT SY 20XX-20XX

1. Kim Namjoon -100/100

2. Min Yoongi and L/N F/N - 99/100

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His eyes widened. He realised you congratulated him because technically, you didn't score higher than him. You didn't win.

Hoseok and Namjoon was chatting with you, patting your back as you smiled at them in return. Assuring them that it's okay and you'll go to Lotte World another time.

"Don't worry, Y/N. Hoba and I would bring you to Lotte World soon!" Namjoon beamed.

You laughed in glee and thanked both of them.

You were about to walk away when Yoongi did something he didn't expect.

"Meet me at the campus gate, 9:00am tomorrow. Don't be late."

With that, Yoongi turned and left. Leaving you with your mouth hanging open, Hoseok and Namjoon smiling at you as they try to catch up with their friend. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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[quirklessidiot]

Title: bath kisses [coward series au] Pairing: F!Reader x Miya Atsumu Genre: fluff, college au, slice of life au, super smoll angst

Synopsis: Your boyfriend shows up on your exam night and he thinks you’re going to be pissed at him but it’s the exact opposite [pre-timeskip; basically when you and atsumu were still fetuses and you werent preggy ngh]

Warnings: mentions of sex notes; your usual you dont need to read coward to understand this chapter, its just soft hours and a pinch of angst! actually my most favorite side story since its soft and shows their dynamic when they were in college [this may be the shortest but well i love it]

read the series here!   [ ss;; one, two, three, four ]

Atsumu’s head is in limbo.

Fuck.

That lass toss could’ve been better.

No, he did it well. Maybe it was his spiker’s fault? He clenched his sports bag tightly as he felt the cold wind slap his face. What a befitting weather for his mood, it even sucked more since you weren’t there to watch his games.

He understands that you’re trying to graduate early (reasons unknown) and that he feels like he’s a bother with his yapping and whines but you’re patient with him. You always are, most of the time you’re as quiet as a cat as he snuggles onto you for affection.

It was usually him that would make the first move.

But this day, he wishes you were there. He wants to run to you after the game, hug you and just stay there. Ignoring everyone around him saying, ‘It’s alright’ , ‘better luck next time.’, ‘it’s just a game.’

No, he doesn’t want to hear that.

He just wants to feel your warmth and the small comforting circles you draw on his back, he loves the silence you give in the sea of noises.

It seemed like you always understood what he wanted.

So he ends up in your apartment that night, fresh out of the gym's shower with a mikasa ball on his hand from a late night practice. He knows you have a major exam for tomorrow, you’d probably be pissed at him for the first time (and that would lead to your first ever major fight. much to everyone's disbelief, you weren’t very quick to anger or scary but he knows that you value your education to a very high regard so he wouldn’t be surprised if you did get angry at him tonight)

Yet when you answer the door for him, brows knit together in confusion, he lets out a fake grin, “Hey, sweetheart.”

He always tried to be upbeat and joking around you, the relationship had already one serious person. It didn’t need another one.

“I thought you had a game.” you knew how he and his teammates would go out and celebrate after, you wonder why he’s even here early.

“We lost.”

Silence lingered for a moment in the air as you take in his words, you tilt your head slightly, “You didn’t shower well. Want me to wash your hair for you?”

Atsumu blinks, completely surprised by your usual calm and collected demeanor, he was expecting you to be angry at him for the first time, “Don’t you have an exam tomorrow?” he asks, taking off his shoes and going into your home, trailing behind your figure.

“I don’t study the night before, I usually sleep early.” You quietly replied as you took a clean towel from your closet.

“Aren’t you mad?”

You stop in your actions mid-way and turn to him, your face blank as always, “Why would I be?” you outstretched your hand, the gesture taking him by surprise, “Take off your clothes and get in the tub, I’ll wash your hair and clean your back.”

Atsumu doesn’t know why he’s turning red.

You’ve both been intimate before but this, this was another thing. He sat there with just his underwear on while you sat outside, fully clothed, massaging his scalp with your soft fingertips. He feels like he’s about to pass out, this wasn’t like you.

Something about this act just seems more intimate than sex.

“Are you alright?” 

“Y-yeah.” 

Silence resonates throughout the room right after yet it's comfortable, maybe its because you’re there or maybe it's the way your fingers tread lightly on his hair. He loved your touches, they were rare and addicting. You rinse the shampoo from his hair, then you break the silence.

“I’m sorry.” 

“For what?”

“I’m not good at comforting people.” You confessed quietly, “When my friend lost his first ever basketball game, all I gave him was his favorite teriyaki burger. I can’t say that it’s alright when I know it’s not.”

Atsumu turns to you, his colored hair down and wet, your face remains blank but your gaze is soft. It’s warm and he wants to drown in them. He’s always loved your eyes, if you guys were to ever have kids     hopefully     he’d wish to see those eyes in them. The eyes of yours is filled with so much emotion that contrasts your deadpan and blank features, he chuckles at the thought. Damn, you’re beautiful, “I think you’re doin’ a damn good job. The fact that you just show and not tell s’alright with me.”

You remove his hand and give his temple a soft kiss. He doesn’t know if it’s because he lost or  it's because he’s down but you were awfully warm today and he knows he’s supposed to feel like shit.

He lost a very important game, after all.

But right now, all the thoughts about the game were decreasing. All he could focus on was your warm fingertips and soft eyes that look so out of place in your blank features. Atsumu feels his heart thumping loud, he wants to make love to you tonight.

He wants you to be by his side forever.

“I love you.” He softly proclaims.

Yet you never say those words back to him like always.

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Reader, a seventeen year old living in Shiganshina, works under Doctor Yeager as an assistant and eventual successor. She is exceptionally close to Eren- the good doctor’s son, Mikasa- Eren’s best friend and guardian, and Armin- Eren and Mikasa’s genius best friend. Reader shares with them the details of her engagement to a man who promises to alleviate her family’s debt to allow her younger sister, Sasha, to live the life she wants. However, when the Colossal and Armored Titans attack, her life is thrown into chaos.

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After two years of searching, Reader bumps into some old faces who suggest it’s time for her to move on. She agrees and signs up for the Cadet Corps. There, she reunites with those from her past and bumps into someone she wouldn’t mind having a future with. 

Chapter Three:

As training continues, Reader continues to fight through and claw her way to the top. Fate, it seems, has other plans. When the Colossal Titan makes another appearance, the Cadets are forced into combat- where Reader will be pushed to her limits and question her morals. 

Chapter Four:

Reader takes up a new role as she realises the perspective her fellow Cadets have with her. Reiner finally attempts to open up to Reader while Sasha and Reader take steps to rebuild their trust and relationship. And, when Reader’s back is against the wall again, she makes an interesting discovery. 

Chapter Five:

Reader returns to the wall after being rescued and “voluntold” to participate in an interview. As the interview continues, Reader is faced with the truth of her past. After leaving, Reader checks up on Eren- and is less than pleased with his condition and decides to take it out on the man who is responsible.

Chapter Six:

The Cadets make their decisions on which Regiment they would like to join- where Reader has to come to terms with the decisions of more than a few people closest to her. On their first expedition outside Wall Rose, Reader and Reiner encounter a Female Titan and rush to Armin’s aid. After being corralled into the trees, Reader stands guard with Reiner. When the unexplainable happens, Reader is forced to confront her circumstances. 

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In the aftermath of the events in the forest, Reader is thrown into a holding cell. When given an opportunity to leave and prove her innocence, she takes it. Now with Squad Leader Hange, she tests of the extent to her powers- and begins to question the limits she, as a human being, can handle.

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4 ☾  what do you mean?

note: i usually write these like in the middle of the night before i sleep, no editing so sorry if its trash and all over the place :-(

Jungkook couldn’t understand how all of this could happen in such a short amount of time. It was only 2 months ago that you and Yoongi had divorced and he honestly thought you were both moving on happily. He saw your marriage as a burden to both of you and when you guys made the decision to divorce, he was probably one of the people who reacted positively. He always thought you and Yoongi were two completely different people. Incompatible, as some would say. He really couldn’t figure out how you two came together in the first place. Yoongi was a cold-blooded, cold-hearted businessman whose whole life was his company and his music. You, on the other hand, had a warmth to you that no one could probably measure up to. You took life lightly and Jungkook thinks that’s why you and Yoongi would have never worked out in the first place. Yoongi struggled with his own demons and constantly drowned them out with work or alcohol, while you lived your life in literal meadows. To Jungkook, you were too good for Yoongi and he hated you for it.

Now when he looked at Yoongi, all disheveled and sweaty from the rush here and the anxiety of waiting, he wondered if what he saw was just the surface of your marriage with him. Jungkook stayed quiet, fiddling with his phone and his fingers, but he could hear the constant broken sighs coming from Yoongi. Every creak of an opening door set him off. It only ended in disappointment when none of the doors that opened were yours.

He turns to look at Yoongi.

“Hyung, it’s getting late. If you’re going to the company, you should probably head home. You said Y/n’s cousin was coming, right?” He asked.

Yoongi looked back at Jungkook, eyes red and teary.

“I don’t think I can go to work with this going on. Can you tell Taehyung? I don’t want to leave Y/n here when Jin hasn’t come yet.” He replied.

Jungkook could only nod, the sight of Yoongi’s teary eyes shocking him into silence. He took his phone out to message Taehyung that Yoongi wouldn’t be coming into the office tomorrow.

For some reason, explaining the situation to Taehyung made it more real. The shock of the accident seems to have passed and reality has settled into Jungkook’s stomach. You were in a car accident. You are in that room, most likely in critical condition, while he was out with Yoongi partying. He knows he has nothing to be guilty for. The car accident wasn’t his fault, but the fact that you’re laying in that room, unconscious and hanging onto your life made him think about his relationship with you and how he treated you over the years.

His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of another door opening, but this time, the footprints that came out had walked right in front of you and Yoongi.

Jungkook looked up to see a man in scrubs and a white coat smeared with blood and other liquids. He was holding a clipboard close to his chest and examining it. After another once over at the clipboard, he turned his gaze over at Yoongi. Yoongi stood up quickly, nervously.

“Relatives of Ms. Kim Y/n?” He asked.

"Husband.” Somehow, it’s hard for Yoongi to get the words out when the doctor who has been working on you for the past hour had just come out covered in blood. 

“She’s stable for now, but there are multiple lacerations on her skin that may leave scars. What I’m worried about is the head injury. It seems she hit her head pretty hard and ended up with a long gash from the base of her head down to her neck.” The doctor started going over your chart with Yoongi.

“Will she be waking up soon?” Yoongi asked.

The doctor looked at him, a trace of sadness and uncertainty in his eyes.

“The surgery went well, so the recovery should be fine. We don’t know exactly when she’ll wake up, but we’re anticipating some time before the end of a week or around that time. However, there is another thing I’m worried about that shocked me while we were stitching her up.” The doctor said ominously. He flipped through the pages of the chart and silence dawned upon them.

Yoongi was getting anxious. “What is it? Is there something wrong? Whatever it is, I can pay for any treatment!”

“It’s not that, Sir -” 

“Yoongi.” 

“Right, Yoongi. While we were checking her vitals, we found another heartbeat.”

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows. He was confused, that much Jungkook can see. He didn’t know if the doctor was trying to imply what he thought he was, so he could only listen.

“What do you mean?” Yoongi asked impatiently.

“She’s pregnant. Almost 2 months along, and somehow the baby survived the impact of the crash.”

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Teachers Pet-chapter 3: black dress shoes

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chapter 2

It was definitely a lie, I don't think I could ever be ready to start a new life all alone, but I had Dumbledore so I guess I wasn't completely alone. But it didn't change from the fact I still felt alone. Part of me was still upset about my father. He didn't even look at me, and I know he blamed me partially for everything that's happened. But he was out of my life now and I had bigger things to worry about. Like walking into this school without dying. Dumbledore headed in and I followed closely behind my luggage levitating behind me. I took deep breaths and looked in awe all around me. "Now since it's late I won't be giving you a tour as of right now, I'll just get you situated in your temporary room until tomorrow." Dumbledore said softly, looking down at me gawking at the gorgeous building. I told myself to look away and just focus on my actions. I didn't want to grow to like this place. I missed Beauxbatons that would always be my home. I wasn't gonna let this school's extravagance trick me, Beauxbatons was gorgeous and elegant, but Hogwarts was a different kind of elegance. Somehow it felt more, comforting and warm.

   I shook the thoughts away and smiled up at Dumbledore, playing it cool. "Sounds great!" I responded. "Wonderful follow me then." he said walking down the hall. "Tonight you will just be sleeping in my quarters. I hope you don't mind but don't worry I have a guest room attached so you will have your own room and privacy." he said cheerily. "Wow thank you Dumbledore that's very kind I would have been okay with just crashing on the couch haha." I said lightly laughing. "Oh merlin no, I would not have my goddaughter sleeping on my couch, it's very uncomfortable." he said with a joking tone. I smiled and followed him to his quarters. We approached a gargoyle that was perched in front of us. I kept my eye on it worried it may move or be alive or something. He whispered a phrase that I couldn't understand and it moved aside to reveal this very odd almost circular staircase that was moving it seemed.  He walked up it with ease and looked back at me, visibly confused as to how I was supposed to walk on it without being thrown back down. "Don't overthink it my dear, just walk" he said kindly. I did as he said and just kept my eyes forward and walked up on it. Hmm how peculiar. "What did you whisper to make the gargoyle move?" I asked, curious. He just looked at me and smiled. I took that as, "it's a secret and I am not going to tell you hehe". I followed him into what I assumed was his office.

   I stood in awe looking all around at the most extravagant headmaster office I had ever seen. "Holy crap" I said, amazed. "Yes it is quite nice" he said with a small smile. "Quite? More like I could live here." I joked looking back at him noticing he had walked across the room and behind his desk. "Come," he said and I followed walking around his desk and chair. "Now back here" he said, opening a door to reveal a small but comfortable living quarters, "is where I sleep and if you come over here" he walked past his bed and to a bookshelf. He removed a rather large book and it revealed a small doorknob. He opened it up and it revealed a very cute guest room which looked to have been done up just for me. "This is your room for tonight." he said cheerily. My luggage flew past me and landed softly on the bed. "Now since it's late I won't waste anymore time and let you get your rest" he smiled. "Thank you so much this is perfect. Thank you for...everything" I said with a genuine tone. I walked over and gave him a hug, it was more than just a thank you hug. I was so glad to see him and not be alone. Someone to watch over me and make sure I was ok. It felt nice to have a parental figure here with me in this new strange place. He let out a light chuckle and patted my back. "Now I will be right in the next room if you need me, that door right there is a bathroom if you need to shower or anything of that sort. He said kindly while walking to the door. "Ok great thank you, goodnight" I said walking over to my bed to put my shoulder bag down. "Oh and y/n" he said and I turned to face him again. "I'm here" he said softly and walked out shutting the door behind him. It was almost enough to make me cry. It was so nice to hear those words. They comforted me so much to know I would be able to do this on my own but have someone for guidance. I smiled to myself and opened my suitcase getting out my pajamas and toothbrush. I got changed and put my day clothes back into my suitcase, hanging my coat and bag on the bedpost and putting my shoes at the door. I went into the bathroom shutting the door behind me. As I turned the faucet on I looked into the mirror. Brushing my h/c from my face and putting a headband in. I washed my face with the warm water and dried it off with the soft hand towel that was hung next to the mirror. I wet my toothbrush and brushed my teeth. Rinsing my mouth and wiping off the excess toothpaste and left my toothbrush there to dry. I exited the bathroom  and went and sat on the bed. I sat there and admired the room. There was a small window above the headboard that was too dirty to see out of. I used my sleeve to wipe a small circle and I looked out.

   I couldn't see much since it was dark but I could make out a few trees here and there. Hmm. I layed down and got under the covers. I closed my eyes and layed there trying to fall asleep. I looked over at the clock on the wall and it read 10:45. I looked back at the ceiling and then turned on my side, closing my eyes once more trying to clear my thoughts and fall asleep. After what seemed like forever I had no luck. I mean I did sleep nine hours on the train so of course I wasn't going to be able to fall asleep. I looked back at the clock and it now read 11:20. I sat up reaching over into my bag and pulling out my wand. I whispered a quiet "Lumos" and my wand lit up lighting up the whole room. I sat and stared at it not knowing what else to do. I held it up and began making shadow puppets on the wall. After a rabbit I began to feel silly, but I excused the childlike behavior because I didn't know what else to do. All of the sudden I started to hear a door. But it wasn't mine and it sounded farther away than Dumbledores. Then I heard muffled voices sounding like they came from his office. I whispered a "Nox" and my wand went out. I slowly and quietly got up and walked over to my door, pressing my ear to it but not having any luck in hearing better. I contemplated it for a moment and turned away back to my bed, I shouldn't, that would be an invasion of privacy. One of the voices grew louder and I then heard Dumbledore say to quiet down. I looked at the door. Well we all know im gonna do it. I have no respect for my morals. I tiptoed to the door and quietly and slowly turned the doorknob. As quiet as I could , I opened the door and peeked into his quarters, not seeing him but seeing the light from his office casted from under his door. I tiptoed over to that door making sure to not hit anything and breathing through my mouth to be as quiet as possible. Last thing I would want is to be caught eavesdropping on my first night in the castle. I gingerly pressed my ear to the door and stopped breathing to try and listen. "I think she will excel wonderfully here! You don't doubt my beliefs do you?" I heard Dumbledore say, surely he wasn't referring to me. "Of course not Albus, I just don't know if it's the best idea for her to be my student!" I heard a strange deep velvety voice say. Who does this guy think he is? Why wouldn't he want me in his class? "And why is that?" I heard Dumbledore respond calmly. The man paused and cleared his throat. "You know why." he retorted. The fuck does that mean I thought. My heart picked up speed as I began to grow very concerned and confused. "I think you are overreacting, she will be just fine." Dumbledore assured the man. I stepped back and laid on the floor trying to look under it. I laid my head on the cold stone floor and peaked through the small crack. All I could see was two pairs of shoes. Ones that were obviously Dumbledore's that were blue and had some light floral pattern and another pair of just black leather dress shoes. They continued talking but I zoned out staring at the pair of shoes. Hmm I took a mental note and got up off the floor. However when I was pushing up off the floor the rug my feet were on moved slightly and caused a small table to move and hit the wall with a thump. My eyes grew wide as their conversation came to a halt. "I thought you said she was asleep" the deep voice snarled. I didn't take any chances and sprinted back into my room closing the bookshelf door behind me as quietly as possible and jumping to the bed pulling the covers up over me and facing away from the door. My heart was beating so fast I could hear it in my head and feel it in my chest. My breath was ragged trying to catch up to itself. I heard his bedroom door open and heard him walk in and around it. I could hear him pause for a moment outside my door and then exit his room closing his door behind him. I heard them exchange a few more muffled words and then heard what I was assuming the black shoed man leaving his office and Dumbledore returning to his bedroom. I closed my eyes trying to be still just in case he came to check on me. I continued to fake sleep until it eventually caused me to drift off and finally fall asleep.

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