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Hot Soup and Soft Bread 27 (END)

ToC and Synopsis <- Chapter 26 Read on WordPress

Chapter 27: Shiitake Mushroom Rice IV

t/n: This is the last chapter of the main story!

When Zhong Qiuyan drove by the location of the former stirfry shop, he parked by the roadside and stared for a long time. The inside has already been cleared out, and the old signboard drooped down from above the doorframe. This will be his restaurant in the future; he couldn’t quite believe it just yet. 

In the past few days, he cooked a few of what he intended to sell as his restaurant's signature dishes for Zhou Cunqu. Dishes like wild shiitake mushroom rice, chestnut pumpkin steamed rice, Pad Thai, et cetera. Cunqu particularly liked the Pad Thai. Zhong Qiuyan had pulled out a bottle of fish sauce from who knows where, and the rice noodles' flavor was particularly delicious. One day, Cunqu requested Qiuyan to cook it again, and he packed a serving inside the little pink pig bento box for Shi Shuyuan to taste. She smiled and said, “Your little pink pig’s cooking skills aren’t bad.”

Zhou Cunqu reiterated: “Don’t call him little pink pig.”

At the same time, the little pink pig Zhong Qiuyan was pulling A’Shan and Da Yu to the side of the storefront. He pointed at it and bragged: “Ge picked this store for me to open a restaurant with. He even did the design of the shopfront for me.” 

Da Yu let out a “Woah” and followed with, “It’s reminiscent of those financial-backer literature.”[1]

Qiuyan rebuked, “This is love with square feet as the unit of measurement, alright?”

Da Yu said to A’Shan: “Look, I’ve said it before. This guy is a prime example of fortune favoring fools.”

Qiuyan scolded, “How am I dumb??”

While the shop was undergoing renovations, Zhong Qiuyan was still busy every day as a bus driver. Instead, he let the unemployed Da Yu help oversee the work. At the same time, the South City Experimental Elementary School also started to renovate after its 35th founding anniversary celebrations. In a year, it would switch locations with the City First High School. This was because a fortune teller foretold that the feng shui (t/n: Chinese geomancy) on October Road was better and moving locations would be beneficial for raising the graduation rate. Anyway, the City First High students started attending school at the October Road location that year. The school uniform for the autumn months included a navy-colored windbreaker made of a material that rustled noisily with movement. They would stream out of the school gates like the dim light rays of the late dusk hours, flow across the street to the pretty little restaurant on the opposite side, and sit down for a meal. Even in the heat of summer vacation, they would meet up at the restaurant to do their summer homework over an order of watermelon shaved ice. In this muddle-headed high school era, they come here to secretly go on dates and come here to be heartbroken. 

Many students from City First High would remember this restaurant. This restaurant named “Hot Soup and Soft Bread”, despite not selling either hot soup or soft bread. Every day, there was a special menu. The seasonal wild shiitake mushroom rice and the signature Pad Thai were both delicious. The boss would stand behind the cooking station and scoop out rice from a giant brown earthen pot, and the aroma of wild shiitake being cooked would disperse and linger around every corner of the small seating area. Many years later, the students of City First High would join the fatigued adults of modern society, working hard to make a living. And in certain sluggish twilight moments, as they drag their weary bodies from their workplace, they would suddenly recall those high school days. Along with it, there is the fragrance of that shiitake mushroom rice. 

When “Hot Soup and Soft Bread” first opened, Da Yu helped out at the restaurant for a while. Zhou Cunqu had designed the little porch[2] outside the storefront so waiting customers or passersby could rest for a short while. However, after the “Double Yolk Egg” Grandpas discovered this location, they would show up early every day with a Go board. Zhong Qiuyan would give them each a cup of barley tea, and they would sit there and play Go until noon.

After getting off work, Cunqu pushed open the restaurant door and sat atop the bar stools next to a whole row of high schoolers. Qiuyan passed him a glass of water and asked, “This customer, what would you like to eat?”

Cunqu was about to reply, but he was interrupted by the excited yelps of the two high school girls next to him who were staring at their phone screens. They screeched, “He’s so handsome so handsome so handsome!!!” Qiuyan leaned over toward Cunqu and asked, “How about the secret menu?” Cunqu nodded.

After a bit, Qiuyan placed a bowl of fried rice before Cunqu. The fried rice contained chopped bamboo shoots, which were in season, as well as marinated meat, white beech mushrooms, and some other seasonal vegetables. Because that bowl of fried rice smelled way too good, the few students sitting beside Cunqu turned over to take a look. Qiuyan knocked on the table and said, “The school day ended, but you guys aren’t rushing home to do homework. How come you all are so free?”

The students’ mouths twitched, and they turned back to stare at their phone screens. They finished their meal, sat around for a bit more, and then, like chirping birds, left the shop amidst chatter to fly off to a nearby cram school. Sometimes, after closing shop around 8 pm, Qiuyan would sit beside the goldfish tank on the second floor and look down from the window. He’d recognize the faces of the backpack-wearing students, holding their trinkets-adorned phones, chatting while rushing to take the subway home. And the next day, at 6 am, those same students will emerge drowsily from various corners of the city and rush back to school.

Zhong Qiuyan and the newly hired waiter finished cleaning up the store. He closed up shop and walked back to Qin Qin Homeland. Zhou Cunqu recently started exercising and had just returned home from a half-hour run. After showering, he sat cross-legged on the sofa looking at his laptop. A few months ago, Shi Shuyan officially invited him to sign on. He leaned against the pedestrian bridge's railing and joked, “Boss, if work gets too demanding, I might leave anytime. You know me. Someone is willing to raise me now.” 

Shiyuan laughed as she cursed, “Gross.”

The one raising Cunqun finally arrived home. After kicking off his shoes, Qiuyan slid onto the sofa and hugged Cunqu’s waist, rubbing his face against his while complaining, “You haven’t taken a single look at me since I got home. You’re just looking at your laptop. I’m angry angry.”[3]  

Cunqu said exasperatedly, “Let me finish up with this email.”

Qiuyan was still repeating: “Angry, angry, angry…”

Cunqu lightly tapped his forehead and said: “Power off. Stop being annoying.”

Qiuyan aggrievedly shut his mouth, stood up, and ran off to the balcony. After Cunqu finally finished up with his work, he closed his laptop and walked to the balcony. He pinched Cunqu’s cheek and said, “Power on.”  

Qiuyan lightly said, “Angry.”

They leaned against the balcony’s railing and looked toward the housing community under construction across the street. The framework of the new buildings was almost complete; time always marched forward. Cunqu lifted his head, took a deep breath, and commented that the air carried the scent of grape juice. Qiuyan replied that give it a month, and Qiu Xuemei would be coming here to gift them two whole crates of homegrown grapes. 

In the sunset hours, when the streets are crawling with people, she will climb down from her cargo truck and push open Zhong Qiuyan’s restaurant’s door while holding two crates of grapes. She will sit down and take a break by the same window where she and Liu Xiaoying once sat. Turning her head, she will see the City First High’s students crowding by the bar counter, tilting up their faces, lit up by two cloud-shaped hanging ceiling lamps, chattering with Qiuyan, excitedly inquiring about his relationship history with sparkles in their eyes. And just like that, the love story of the boss of “Hot Soup and Soft Bread” will spread from one grade to another, from one year to the next. But many of the finer details and many of the deeper causes and effects are only known between me and you. Don’t go around telling that group of gossipy high schoolers. 

And now, I will tell you one last thing. In this universe, atop some planet, within a neighborhood in some city of a country, behind the window of the fifth floor of a building, a wonderful love has settled down.[4]

---- Author's Note: This is a rather unpolished sweet little bedtime story. After finishing the story, I recommend listening to 天台晚餐 (Rooftop dinner) by 麥浚龍 (Juno mak) (t/n: youtube, lyrics). Please refrain from commenting about this story under the song, anything you want to see please say it here[5]. I’ll also be uploading two short epilogues for Madam Qiu Xuemei and Madam Liu Xiaoying. Later I’ll write a bit of Zhou ge and Little Zhong’s if-storyline[6]

Footnotes

[1] I translated this ltierally. Da Yu is referring to all the novels of the “rich ceo falls in love with me” genre; basically he’s suggesting that Zhou Cunqu is giving Sugar Daddy energy lol.  [2] The original term was 缘廊, which I believe refers to an engawa: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Engawa [3]  Zhong Qiuyan literally repeats “Angry” twice here. Just to clarify, he’s saying this not too seriously, in like a childish, spoiled manner. He’s 撒娇（Sājiāo)-ing for anyone familiar with the term.  [4]  A call back to the storybook Zhou Cunqu read on the rooftop to the little kid in Chapter 15 [5] “Here” is the comment section of the raws, which I’ll link again here: https://www.gongzicp.com/novel-1597036.html [6]  Basically like an AU (alternate universe), she doesnt’ specify what kind. I’ll try to translate these eventually too.

t/n: And we're at an end! The reason why I picked this up (aside from the manageable length lol) is that the chapters often leave me with a warm fuzzy feeling (except for the angsty ones lol) I love how this story never forgets any of the side characters. The double-yolk egg grandpas, despite not being crucial to the main plotline of the story, consistently appeared throughout. And we even get some depth into Qiuyan's friends, especially A'Shan, despite how short this story was. I also adore how it describes just ordinary, daily lives. Like that bit about the high school students at the restaurant was so charming and nostalgic. Also! The fact that the shop Cunqu picked out for Qiuyan was the same store where Liu Xiaoying and Qiu Xuemei had their encounter (ch 23)! The world is so big; the world is so small. May Zhou Cunqu and Zhong Qiuyan be happy forever~ If you guys liked this story, please leave it a rating & review on https://www.novelupdates.com/series/hot-soup-and-soft-bread/ so more people can read it~

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sugar and icing | r.b.

HSMTMTS - Ricky Bowen x reader, fluff

tw: mentions of divorce

word count: 2.5k

A/N: @ my followers - thank you for reminding me that ricky bowen is a sweetheart who deserves the world.

prompt: we’re making cookies in the middle of the night while drinking hot chocolate, and wow your hair is messy but it looks so cute

Festive music drifted from the kitchen and dispersed throughout the house, almost covering the sounds of bumping cupboards and shuffling feet as (Y/n) rooted through the cupboards, looking for ingredients. (Y/n) had found their grandparents’ recipe for sugar cookies and, wanting to try their hand at baking, decided to ignore the mountain homework that mocked their holiday spirit, make a mug of hot chocolate, and get to work making cookies from scratch.

Wham!’s Last Christmas was finishing off it’s second to last chorus when there was a knock at the door. A text vibrated in the pocket of (Y/n)’s jeans immediately after, and they figured it was another relative or another, stopping by to drop off food and gifts.

“Be there in a minute!” (Y/n) called from their place in the pantry, still trying to grab the sugar that was trapped behind stacks of canned vegetables.

A muffled “okay” greeted them, and (Y/n) managed to slide the sugar out of its hiding place. When they finally opened the door, they were pleasantly shocked by who was waiting for them.

“Hey, Ricky.” Their tone was softer than they expected, revealing some of the tenderness beneath. If Ricky noticed, he made no mention of it, only smiled in greeting, shifting the backpack on his shoulder.  “What are you doing here?”

Ricky raised an eyebrow, the smile on his lips faltering just a bit. “You’re joking right?”

From inside, the oven beeped, announcing that it had been preheated. Ricky looked past (Y/n), peering into their home, expression turning into something akin to confusion. (Y/n) opened their mouth to make some response but faltered. Had they missed something?

(Y/n) slapped the pocket that had their phone in it. Suddenly, the text that they received seemed a bit important.

“I’m here for our English project.” Ricky supplied, the end of his statement sounding like a question. Realization dawned on (Y/n), a wave of relief that ended with a sour feeling in their stomach.

“Right,” (Y/n) let out a mix between a nervous chuckle and sigh. “I completely forgot about that, sorry.”

Ricky shrugged off their apology, seemingly more amused than anything else, and (Y/n) let him inside, already starting to complain about their English teacher. After all, who gives a lengthy project during a break?

(Y/n) led Ricky into the kitchen, where they had abandoned their school supplies on the dining table. They gestured to a seat where Ricky could set down his backpack and started rifling through their own, trying to find the folder where they had placed the instructions. (Y/n) continued to ramble, but when Ricky made no sound of response, they turned to him.

Ricky was paused by the kitchen counter, his eyes locked onto the mess that was strewn across the counter - ingredients, baking sheets, measuring cups and cookies cutters. (Y/n) rolled their eyes, walking to the oven to turn it off. “I was going to do some baking. I should have been preparing for this project, though.”

Ricky closed his mouth, making all the gestures to hum, but failing to make a sound. There was something sad in Ricky’s demeanor, a shift that made (Y/n) stand still, for a moment, letting their hand rest on the handle of the oven. The festive music was still playing  and the house was much more warm with the oven having been on, but for a moment (Y/n) felt frozen. Their thoughts came to rest on the boy in front of them, sobering their mood. 

He’d had a rough year, hadn’t he?

“You bake?” and his voice was distant, with a tinge of melancholy.

“Not much, no. I just found an old recipe and thought I’d try my hand,” they replied. Ricky blinked and nodded his head, bringing himself out of his stupor. He caught (Y/n)’s eye and they smiled gently. “Why do you ask?”

He averted his eyes. “My mom and I used to bake.... every year.” A ghost of a smile made its way onto his face. “Sugar cookies, too.”

(Y/n) hummed in acknowledgement, messing with the hem of their shirt. “The holidays must be rough.”

“Yeah,” Ricky sighed, “It’s just going to be me and my dad, this year - and he’s not much of a baker.” (Y/n) scoffed, and it was just enough to bring Ricky’s gaze back to them. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.”

“Maybe, one day.”

He nodded, again. His curls bounced with the movement.

“Until then—” (Y/n) leaned back over the stove to restart the oven “—do you want to bake with me?”

Ricky’s eyes opened wide in shock, and for a moment, he was quiet. (Y/n) smiled at him and he eventually shrugged, pushing back the sleeves of his sweater. “Sure,” he breathed, “Why not?”

“You’re in charge of the most important parts, then.” (Y/n) walked over to turn up the music and Ricky washed his hands in the kitchen sink, still smiling softly to himself. “You’re making my family very happy, deciding to help out.”

“Oh yeah?” Ricky tossed the towel he used to dry his hands over his shoulder and (Y/n) passed him the butter. He put it in the mixing bowl and then took a glance at the recipe card, asking (Y/n) to measure out the sugar so he could cream the two together.

(Y/n) bumped shoulders with him when they poured it in. “I’m pretty sure they were worried I was going to light the house of fire. They went to visit relatives for the weekend, and they made a point of double checking the smoke alarm before they left.”

Ricky chuckled and (Yn) committed the sound to memory. “I can see why.”

(Y/n) gasped, just barely containing a laugh. “What do you mean?”

“The oven doesn’t need to be on until after the dough has chilled for three hours.”

(Y/n) could feel their cheeks get hot in embarrassment, and Ricky raised his eyebrows playfully.

“You’re terrible, you know that?” (Y/n) mumbled, turning off the oven once again.

“Oh, I know—” (Y/n) scoffed “—Pass me the egg?”

A new song blasted from the speakers and the two got to work, knocking elbows as they continued to go through the recipe. (Y/n) tried to sneak in an extra teaspoon of vanilla but Ricky had caught them red handed, and in retaliation threw a bit of flour their way. (Y/n) couldn’t be bested, and after the ensuing war, (Y/n)’s jeans were smeared with flour and Ricky’s cheeks and hair were powdered white.

When they popped the dough in the freezer to chill, (Y/n) made Ricky a hot chocolate, claiming that it would be the best he had ever tasted. Maybe they didn’t know how to bake, but (Y/n) made a mean mug of chocolaty goodness. When they passed him the mug, (Y/n) couldn’t stop themselves from smiling. It had been a while since they had seen him this carefree - with mussed hair, a dopey smile on his face, and his sweater rolled up to his elbows.

“You’re right.” Ricky inclined his head in mock reverence, laughter still burning in his eyes. “This is truly the best cup of hot chocolate I’ve ever had.”

“Told you. It’s all in the milk.” (Y/n) leaned against the counter with a contented sigh, allowing themself a moment of peace before diving into the English project that still lay on the dining table, woefully unfinished. They could complete a good deal of it in the three hours the dough needed to chill, and since Ricky’s dad was working all day and (Y/n)’s family wouldn’t be back until Monday, they had all the time in the world.

Ricky, ever observant, caught their gaze and appraised the weight of their sudden bout of pensivity. Deciding it wasn’t anything too severe, he took another sip of his hot chocolate, allowing Baby, It’s Cold Outside to take precedence. For a moment, the two just basked in the other’s presence.

“Thanks, for this.” Ricky eventually spoke, his hand tracing the rim of his mug. “The baking, I mean. It was fun and... it made me forget for a while.”

“Of course,” and there was no denying the sweetness in (Y/n)’s voice, the softness that was only meant for the two of them. Ricky must have noticed it this time, because his brown eyes sparkled with a particular type of fondness that made the room brighten.

(Y/n) looked down their mug, and the dark liquid that sat within. “And Ricky,” they took in a breath, “I know things are changing, but I’ll always have a place for you, if you ever need one.”

A silence followed their words, and (Y/n) didn’t dare move, wondering if they had somehow overstepped, or pushed him over the edge.

Then, Ricky’s had closed over theirs, warm and tight. (Y/n) looked up and Ricky had grateful tears in his eyes, pooling but not quite spilling. Even still, he was beautiful in a way that few managed.

“And,” (Y/n) all but whispered, “if these cookies are half as good as I hope they are, I’ll be calling you at all odd hours of the day to have you make them for me. You won’t be able to get rid of me, even if you tried.”

Ricky laughed lamely, pulling his hand away to wipe at his wet eyelashes.

“I don’t think I want to get rid of you.”

(Y/n) didn’t dare breathe for the few seconds that his words still bounced in their mind. “That’s good.” (Y/n) smiled and crossed the room, grabbing the things needed for their project, not not missing the way Ricky’s eyes followed them, but trying to force the butterflies in their stomach to focus on anything else.

“So,” (Y/n) slid Ricky’s bag over to him and sat their own supplies down on the freshly wiped counter. “Wuthering Heights, huh? Ready to slave over it for the next three hours?”

Ricky made a noncommittal shrug, but he slaved anyway; between mugs of hot chocolate, dollops of royal icing, and the occasional wayward glance at the other, the two worked on their English project semi-effectively. By the time they were done, the sky had darkened outside, stars just peeking out of the inky black sky. Despite their hot drinks, the cold was creeping in and when it was time to preheat the oven, both were grateful.

After three hours, (Y/n) didn’t want to write about any Catherine’s ever again, their brain completely fried by the moor metaphors and the cousin relationships. Ricky didn’t seem to be faring any better, still reeling from the idea that Heathcliff was both a romantic hero and the antihero of the story.

Suffice to say, when they had finished for the night, both (Y/n) and Ricky were immensely grateful. Rolling out the dough and cutting out star shaped cookies was a welcome distraction from their homework, and when the smell of baked sugar cookies filled the air, (Y/n) agreed with the singer on the radio that it was, indeed, the most wonderful time of the year.

Decorating the cookies had been harder than it looked, (Y/n) quickly learning that piping bags were surprisingly difficult to work with. Despite getting more icing on their hands than the cookie, Ricky has said they did a great job - much better than he did, the first time he baked sugar cookies. Both of them had rummaged through the cabinets and when they found red sprinkles, (Y/n) had covered their cookies in them, hiding the imperfections.

(Y/n) was licking the icing off of their fingers when it was finally Ricky’s time to impress with his decorating prowess.

“Are you ready to be amazed?” Ricky held a piping bag with canary yellow icing, a grin on his face and a laugh on the tip of his tongue.

“So ready.”

Grabbing a sugar cookie with a more complicated edge, Ricky iced it experty, with a perfect border. In his concentration, his tongue stuck out just a little bit, making (Y/n) laugh, a sound that was infectious. Ricky tried to scold them for making him laugh, claiming it was endangering the process, but at the end of his craftsmanship, the cookie was perfectly iced, by all accounts.

“For you,” Ricky gave them the cookie with an exaggerated flourish and (Y/n) hated the way they giggled - like a lovestruck teenager who couldn’t handle their crush on their best friend.

“Well, I’d offer you one of mine, but…” (Y/n) gestured to their failed attempts at icing, their lines wobbly and the center not evenly smoothed. Ricky chuckled at their embarrassment, and picked up the worst looking cookie there was.

“I think this one’s perfect.”

(Y/n) scoffed.

“I mean it!” Ricky sounded genuine enough, but (Y/n) looked at him, deeply unimpressed. “I’ll prove it”—and he pulled his phone out of his back pocket—“by taking a photo for Instagram. I hope you know I only post the best content.”

(Y/n) washed their hands in the sink, calling over their shoulder. “Including that blurry video of you and Big Red hiding from Miss Jen?”

“That was tech week and Miss Jen was so close to killing us.” Ricky was laughing through his story, the strength of it shaking his whole body and turning his photos blurry. (Y/n) dried their hands and picked up the cookie Ricky made for them gingerly. They smiled at him a bit before nibbling at the edge of the cookie, wanting to savor it for a reason that wasn’t apparent to their conscious mind, but felt right. “We hid in the costume department and she never managed to find us.”

“I’m glad she didn’t.”

Ricky turned to (Y/n) and held their gaze for a moment, laughter dying on his lips, but his happiness omnipresent. He blinked and set down the cookie.

“See?” Ricky took a step closer to (Y/n) and angled his phone at them. On the screen was a picture of the cookie he chose, still awkward looking - even with a filter - and in the background was (Y/n), smiling at Ricky like he hung the moon and stars. “Perfect.”

It took a moment for (Y/n) to register that he wasn’t looking at the picture, anymore.

(Y/n) turned to look at Ricky, staring into his dark brown eyes as though searching for something, and found him returning their gaze. They were inches apart, close enough that it wouldn’t take much to close the gap…

“You’re perfect.” The words slipped out of their mouth before (Y/n) could stop themself. Maybe they had found what they were looking for.

Ricky’s eyes flicked down to (Y/n)’s lips, but he was quick to level them again. (Y/n) noticed some flour on his cheek and had the urge to touch his cheek and wipe it off. Ricky wet his lips before speaking. “I’m not misreading this, am I?”

“No,” (Y/n) gave their head the slightest shake and kissed Ricky, allowing their free hand to do what it desired. His cheek was hot beneath their touch and he tasted sweet - like sugar and icing.

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[birdy-bat-writes]

New Year’s Bet

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Pairing: Tim Drake x Fem! Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Word vomit and weird writing? But mostly fluff.

Summary: You and Tim have liked each other for a while. It’s Your chance to confess at the New Years Eve party.

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Sometimes, life overcomplicates things, and when you’re a teenage superhero that fights crime in between your homework, you don’t want any more complication. That’s why you really resented today. You had just come back from a mission with the team. When you got back with the rest of your Alpha teammates, you noticed that Beta had already been here for a while. Typical. Still, it was sweet that you found Tim waiting for you. His hair looked a little more ruffled than when you saw it last, and he looked as tired as you felt but it didn’t stop him from flashing you the smile that could light up your whole world.

“Hi, Boy Wonder.”

“Hey, how’d your end of the mission go?”

“Not bad. No injuries, so that’s good, but I, for one, am exhausted.”

“Same here.”

“How’d your end go?”

“Well, I guess you’ll find out in about 30 seconds because Batman is calling us for a briefing.” You laughed and headed over for the briefing along with your teammates. Seriously, Batsy could not have picked a worse day to send you on a mission that ran for 14 hours. It was peak winter and New Year’s Eve. When you were deployed, you could tell by the looks on your teammates faces that they weren’t too thrilled either and just wanted to be in their beds. You all practically exuded lethargy. Although, as much of a toll as the covert op took on you, the emotional ache of trying to confess to your crush for a week and failing was far more crushing. That’s why you were so exhausted. For the last two weeks, either you or Tim were called away for something before you had the chance to tell him, and now you were back to debating if you should even try. See? Complicated. You were pulled from your thoughts when you saw the crowd around you disperse, indicating that Batman was done talking.

“Briefing over, Nap time!” you exclaimed.

“Nap time? Its 2:30 pm.” Tim huffed a laugh.

“Yes, and that means I have not slept in 27 hours. You and I both know that’s never a good thing.” He smiled and looked like he was about to say something. Presumably sarcastic, before,

“No one’s napping. Y/S/N, Robin, you both said you would help me decorate the party hall today.”, M’gann said. She was right. A few weeks ago, the Justice League members had decided to throw a New Year’s Eve party and invite all the members of the junior team. M’gann was tasked with decorating. You had promised to help, and you weren’t one to break a promise.

“You’re right, I’ll be right there.”

“Great! Robin, you too, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” Of course, Tim was going. You were going to be there and there’s no way he’s missing any opportunity to talk to you. Especially since he had been trying to tell you something rather important for over a week now. He was hopelessly in love with you and now he really wanted to tell you. What better place than a party, right? Gosh, he hoped you felt the same way. I mean, Conner and Gar insisted that you did.

The two of you Zeta tubed over to the hall of justice and saw that Bart, Conner, Jaime and Dick were already there. By the looks of it (the looks of Dick covered in confetti and holding a glitter banner with his foot), they were also roped into helping M’gann. Understandable since the room you were standing in was enormous. This was just one of the spare rooms on the top floor of the Hall of Justice. The back of it was a wide balcony overlooking statues of esteemed heroes, and beyond that, the city skyline. The air was icy but still refreshing. You were admiring the sight when the first order was barked, surprisingly, not by M’gann.

“Okay! Tim, Y/N, you guys hang the banner. Seven feet up on the left wall.” Dick ordered. “Bart, Jaime, you two set up the tables. Conner, make sure they don’t eat all the food. Anyone that can fly is left responsible for the disco ball. I don’t trust any of you with the sound system so I will be picking the music.” He looked a little too happy about that last part. He’d better not play 80’s music all night.

***

“It’s going to happen…” Bart whispered under his breath.

“No, you will not eat the-”

“Not that! Look at Robin and Y/S/N. Today’s the legendary day.” He cut Jaime off.

“Oh yeah, you said they get married in the future. Today’s the day they get together?”

“Yeah, and we’re going to see it live. Now I’ll know who actually wins the bet!”

***

You dragged the step ladder over to the wall while Tim came over with the banner and measuring tape. Honestly, you had no clue that Dick was such a stickler for organization. Still, it wasn’t as boring or tiring as you thought it was. Joking around with Tim brought some life into you.

You had climbed up to the four-foot mark and taped the banner edge to the wall. Nice and even, but you didn’t step quite right while getting down and tripped. A fully trained hero of the night like you would have had no trouble landing on their feet, and you didn’t, but you didn’t get to land on your feet because you landed in someone’s arms. Tim Drake’s arms.

“Are you alright?” He asked, concerned.

“Yeah, I am. Thank you.” Your arms clung onto his shoulders and his hands tucked under your knees and waist.

“Are you sure? You didn’t hurt your ankle, did you?”

 “I don’t think so. How’d you catch me that fast?”

“Um… my protective override gives me superpowers?” You both laughed at this. His eyes were so genuine and pure. It was only when you felt his chest heave from laughter against your body that you realized he was still holding you, and suddenly, you could feel your heartbeat get faster.

“Hey, guys, is the banner up?” You heard Dick’s voice approaching and scrambled to your feet. Tim rushed to straighten himself.

“Yeah, everything’s great here. All done!” Tim spoke a just fast enough to sound suspicious, but Dick ignored that. He just might win that bet tonight.

 “Perfect. You guys can go home and get changed for the party. Everything is pretty much done around here.” With one last smile to Tim, you zeta’d back home with M’gann so she could help you choose your dress, and you skipped the entire time.

***

“He caught you?!” M’gann was your biggest cheerleader and she was like an older sister to you. Tim was your best friend, but she was the one you went to when you needed to talk about feelings and the girl stuff. You know, like how to keep your hair up during a fight.

“Yeah! Does that mean something?”

“Obviously! I’ve seen both of you jump off 20 story building and land on your feet. There was no reason for him to catch you unless he really wanted to be your hero.” You were positively giddy.

“Maybe I should tell him.”

“Maybe? DEFINITELY! And you can do it in this.” She pulled out a simple black tulle dress that hemmed just above the knee. You really liked it. Paired with a pair of silver shoes and some light jewelry, you were ready to go.

***

By the time you made it to the hall of Justice, the room was already filled with people. Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman sat in the corner of the room. You were sure Supes and Wonder Woman were trying to convince Batman to actually leave the corner but were not succeeding. The decorations you had put up were gleaming in the lights that contrasted the fading daylight outside. Then you saw him. Tim was dressed in a black suit with a dark red tie. He stood next to Bart, smiling that smile again and you felt the butterflies come back. You weren’t alone though. When he saw you, the whole world melted away. You looked absolutely beautiful. With the way your hair fell so gracefully over your glowing skin and how your dress fit you so perfectly… It probably wasn’t possible to be more in love with you than he already was but if it were, he would have fallen hard. ‘Butterflies’ was an understatement.

“So, are you going to go talk to her or would you rather just keep staring at her?” Tim’s thoughts were interrupted by a very amused Garfield Logan. “She’s waving at you. Go talk to her.” He urged. Tim started walking and looked back only once to see gar with the biggest smirk on his face.

“Y/N, you look really nice.” He said. You tried to hide your blush, but he saw it.

“Thanks, so do you.” The smile was audible in your voice and the thought of you smiling at him made the corners of his mouth pull up even more. He wanted more than anything to hear your voice, see your smile, to gaze into your gorgeous eyes forever. “They effort we put into decorating this place paid off. I never thought I’d see Batman under a disco ball.”

“Funny, it’s my sixth time seeing that. One time, there was a shark involved.”

“Someday, you have got to tell me that story.”

***

Minutes turned into Hours and you spent most of them in the back of the room with Tim.

“Capes are functional!”

“How?! Edna Mode said-!”

“Yeah, but mine is bullet proof!”

“Tim, your whole suit is bulletproof! There’s no point of a cape!”

“Fine, it gives me flair.” He joked. In the distance, Bart was watching the two of you giggle in each other’s company.

“It’s 11:30, Jaime, we just have to wait half an hour”

“Dude, this is creepy.”

“But necessary.”

M’gann passed the two of with Conner by her side. She waved at the two of you and joined Artemis and Wally. Both couples looked so happily in love. “You know, I think Conner’s planning on proposing.”

“Really? M’gann will be so happy! I can’t wait for the day he does.”

“Do married couples kiss at midnight on New Year’s?”

“I guess so. I mean, the point of it is to kiss the person you want to spend the new year with, right?”

“Right. So, do you think Dick will kiss Barbara or Wally?” You chuckled. “I say Wally.”

“Never tell Dick, but I agree with you.”

“Are you going to kiss anyone at midnight?” The question had you flustered to say the least. You weren’t expecting him of all people to ask you that.

“Well, I-”

“Guys, have you seen the cake they’re bringing out? Its massive! Come see.” He tried to pull the two of you toward the kitchen, but Bart was having none of that. It was too close to time and things weren’t about to get off schedule now. So, he sped over.

“Hey, Gar! What was that about cake? In the kitchen you say? Cool, let’s go now! Y/N, Tim, have a lovely evening.”

“Wai-” And they were gone. You and Tim looked at each other with eyebrows raised. There was a non-verbal exchange of “That was weird, right?” and “Eh, not for them.” Tim went to get two drinks and you made your way to the balcony. The bright lights of the city skyline looked so alluring for no explainable reason. They looked like stars scattered among the buildings and you couldn’t help but think of all the nights you’d spent staring at the stars until the sun came up next to Tim. You really wanted to tell him tonight. It was 11:55 by now, imagine if you had your first kiss on New Year’s. But that won’t happen. Pssht.

“Two glasses of punch, lots of ice.” He handed you a glass.

“Thank you very much.”  Tim’s mind was racing silently. He kept thinking if he should or shouldn't confess. With your own mind racing, you broke the silence "I never answered your question...I- No, I don't have anyone I plan to kiss tonight." His face relaxed for a second before a fiery blush crept up "Do you...plan to kiss anyone?"

He responds "I wouldn't say I plan to. Just…" Should I…? Ah, screw it he thought. He's in love with you with you and he wants you to know. "Y/N?"

“Hm?”

“I really like you. A lot, and-" he's interrupted by a shout, It's 11:58 only two minutes ‘till New Years! You were smiling uncontrollably. "Two minutes till midnight, wow. I know you probably don't feel the same, but I just wanted you to know that since the day I met you, I've been so unbelievably happy. You make that way." Someone started a countdown from 60.

You began, "Timmy, I like you too." You placed your hands on his and the countdown reached 35. Maybe it was the adrenaline from the heat of the moment, but you felt particularly bold and said, "Tim, we kiss people on New Year’s because we want to be with them for the new year. You make so happy all the time and I love being around you and-and- " you stammered while the countdown reached 10. "Will you spend the new year with me?"

5, 4,

"I'd love to."

3. You both looked into each other’s eyes, glanced at each other's lips. He placed a hand on your cheek and gently drew you in.

1! His lips were on yours. Happy New Years! The crowd cheered while you moved your arms up to pull Tim closer into the kiss. It was soft and warm and perfect. You both pulled away grinning like idiots. Bart looked over at you two, Crash.

***

Later on, the Justice League is watching from afar how cute you two are. Wonder Woman and Canary were awing while Arrow and Green Lantern were giving you the "Way to go kiddo" head nod.

"I’d better ask Tim who confessed first." Batman said. Superman looked at him questioningly. "I had a bet with Nightwing. My money was on Y/S/N"

Superman just smiled and said, "You're going lose your money, Bruce."

"Were you actually listening in on their conversation?"

"Um..." Batman looked at him with faint surprise and gave a nod of disapproval. "Oh, what can I say I was rooting for them!"

"I'm disappointed in you Clark. Now quick, tell me what they said."

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[jungshookz]

you know when you’re thinking of two different phrases but then it comes out mixed together so what if oc has this big ol crush on yoongi and she’s like hella shy around him and they’re paired up for a project and oc is debating if she should say “can you help me” or “can you hold this” but it comes out like “can you hold me” and cheeky yoongi actually does it hehe

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader 

→ genre: university!au, fluFF!!!!!!, yoongi thinks y/n’s ass looks cute in a lab coat and y/n thinks yoongi is a brat 

→ wordcount: 2.2k

→ note: i screamed when i got this request because i am an absolute HOE for cocky uni student yoongi :-))))))  

(gif isn’t mine!) 

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you can’t tell if the gods above are rooting for you or are completely against you and wanting to see you crumble under pressure because uh

it happened

guess who has two thumbs and just got paired up with their crush for a chemistry lab  

you!!!!!

it’s your lucky day my friend

“yoongi and… y/n! you guys will be working together…” you let out a small breath as soon as professor kim makes the announcement and it takes everything within you to noT scream right now because,..,. oh goD it’s YOONGI

prof kim should’ve let you guys choose your own partners because you would automatically pair up with jimin and you wouldn’t have to worry about anything besides the lab

the thing is

you don’t even know why you have a crush on yoongi

you’ve only spoken to yoongi a handful of times and most of the interactions that you’ve had with him are mainly him asking you if there was homework or how your weekend/day was/is (he sits at the station behind you) or if he can borrow a pen from you

honestly speaking you’re far too shy to initiate conversation with him

he makes you nervous!!!!

maybe you have a crush on him because he’s always asking you how your weekend was or because he always gives you that signature Yoongi Smirk™ when you lend him your pen or because one time he complimented you on your scrunchie and said it was cute and you had a big fat smile on your face all day because of that (also that’s how jimin found out about ur crush on yoongi) 

you can hardly focus on what professor kim is talking about because all you can think about is how you’re going to be able to handle explosive flammable liquids and delicate tools anD min yoongi all at the same time

yoongi immediately stops doodling in his notebook the moment prof kim announces that you’re going to be his lab partner  

the corner of his mouth twitches in a smile

he actually thinks ur like suPER cute

the only problem is that it just seems like you’re completely petrified of him and he doesn’t get it

it’s as if you were a little deer and he was the big bad wolf or something

it’s not like he’s not going to eat you or anything!!!

he’ll get to that eventually

he’s had his eye on you since the first week of class

every time he asks you how your day’s going you always respond with a very timid ‘it’s going alright’ before quietly asking him how his day’s going

or when he asks you if he can borrow a pen because ‘mine is out of ink again!’ (even though it’s NOT) you can’t even look him in the eye as you turn around to hand him one of your pens

everything about you is cute

from the way you gnaw on the lid of your pen when you’re in deep thought (jimin always reaches over to yank the pen out of your mouth because he’s afraid you’re going to chip a tooth)

or when you pull your hair up into a high ponytail to keep your hair out of your face when taking notes when professor kim conducts one of his achingly long and oh-so-boring lectures

even your scrunchies are cute!! that checkered red one you wore the other day was nice (one time he complimented you on one of your scrunchies and he almost collapsed from the way you beamed and the way your nose scrunched up as you reached up to brush your fingers over the scrunchie and replied with a soft ‘thank u’)

that stripey green one you were wearing on tuesday wasn’t half bad either

also you always bring sweets into the lab even though ur technically not supposed to bring food into the classroom but yoongi always sees you bend down and reach into your bag to pull out a single m&m before popping it into your mouth quickly

sometimes you bring those fruit gummies (he overheard you telling jimin how hEaLthy you felt because the gummies had vitamin c in them) 

one time you even offered him half of your kit-kat bar (you were feeling extra generous that day and yoongi looked extra handsome that day sO) and as simple of a gesture as it was he felt his heart skip a beat at your shy little smile and your ‘wanna split this with me?’

“and with that being said - get to work!” professor kim claps his hands together and everyone immediately disperses into their pairs

“have fun.” jimin teases quietly as he packs his things up to head over to his partner and you scowl at him before swatting his arm

you give yourself a mental pep talk

it’s not a big deal

this is just a chemistry lab

yoongi is just your lab partner

just.,., be cOOL  

“so! what’s the game plan?” yoongi plops down on the stool next to you as soon as jimin leaves and you clear your throat

be

cool

be cool!

he hides his smile when he watches you start to pull your hair up into a ponytail

you have a periwinkle coloured scrunchie today

“the game plan is…” you wince a little when you accidentally yank out a couple strands of hair “i’ll assemble the simple distillation apparatus and the fractional apparatus and you can get the beakers, the test tubes-“ you gesture with your hands “and all that stuff.”

“‘and all that stuff’, huh? you got it, boss.” yoongi nods firmly and you let out a breath of relief when yoongi disappears to go and get everything

this’ll give you a chance to calm yourself down a little bit and focus on doing what you do beSt - work!!!! - without having the ever so handsome min yoongi around to make you accidentally drop a beaker or screw something in the wrong place

“you sure you don’t need any help?” yoongi comes back a couple minutes later with everything you need for the lab and you’re just about done with building the distillation apparatus

just a couple more pieces and you’ll be ready to get this show on the road

“wait, remind me what we’re doing again? i wasn’t paying attention to what prof kim was saying.” yoongi props his elbows up on the bench and leans back against it

“well-“ you pause for a second and look on the workbench for the metal extension clamp

it’s on the other end of the bench so you practically have to bend over the table to grab it and yoongi doesn’t want to be that guy but ur butt looks cute even in a lab coat

“we’ll be conducting a simple distillation and a fractional distillation of a mixture of cyclohexane and methylcyclohexane and comparing the two techniques to each other…” you trail off absentmindedly

you use the clamp to secure the round-bottomed flash to the ring stand and give it a small shake to make sure it’s stable

yEp

it’s good to go

“during the experiment, we’ll have to measure the distillation rate for each fraction - millilitres collected per minute, preferably - uh, the temperature range during the distillation of each fraction, and the composition of the distillate. got it?”

yoongi blinks owlishly at you

“…wait, wha-“

“okay, let’s get started!” you clap your hands together before nudging yoongi aside and looking down at all the tools excitedly

>:-)

so far so good

yoongi kind of let you take lead on the lab because it seems like you have everything under control

he feels kinD of bad because he’s not really doing anything (he’s been doodling for like the past 20 minutes) and he doesn’t know if you don’t need his help or if you’re too shY to ask for his help

and then

it happens

it happens

oh, HAPPY dAY it hAPPENS

“yoongi, can you hold me?”

wha-

did you just ask him if-

yoongi looks up from his notebook and he watches silently as you tinker around to find the right test tubes

he doesn’t know if he should just go for it or not but uh.,., he really wants to,.,.,  

it doesn’t sink in that your brain muddled the two questions together and that you just asked min yoongi if he could hold you

you freeze immediately

wait

did i ask him if he could help me or if he could hold the test tube?

you look down at the test tube

can you help me?

can you hold this?

….

…can you.,,. hOLD ME

oH DEAR GOD

“i didn’t catch that… mind repeating yourself?” yoongi smirks lightly at you and your lips part upon realisation

holy shit

HOLY SH-

“i mean-“ you feel your cheeks flame up almost instantly and the test tube in your hand nearly cracks from how tightly your fingers are pinching it “c-can you hold this? can you help me by holding this?”

yoongi wants to sCREAM

what you said what an honest mistake but wowIE everything is falling into place for him and this is so very perfect because-

“i can certainly do that.” yoongi hops off his stool

“great! good.” you clear your throat and reach up to adjust your lab goggles “i, um, the ratio of cyclohexane and methylcyclohexane is one to one and i already measured it out so all you need to do is mix that together while i-“

you freeze when you feel yoongi’s arms slink around your waist before he’s pulling you back gently so that his chest is pressed against your back

he leans down to prop his chin up onto your shoulder and your heart actually feels like it’s about to explode because hUAHKHFAHSKASJD

“was this what you had in mind?” he hums and reaches over to take the test tube from you before carefully pouring it into the mixture

your face is practically on fire and you have to continuously remind yourself to not sCREAM  

yoongi slides the test tube back into the holder and sets the beaker down before his arms wrap themselves around your waist again and you hear yourself let out a whimper

yoongi is fULLY spooning you right now and you don’t know if this is the best thing that has happened to you or the woRST thing that has happened to you

“everything okay?” yoongi smirks and has the audacity to nudge his nose into your cheek  

“i mean i- i was going to ask you- it just came out-“

“yoongi, y/n - you two can be boyfriend-girlfriend outside of my classroom, but inside my classroom, you guys are lab partners, please!”

ᵒ ᵍᵒᵈ

you immediately push yoongi’s arms off of you as soon as you hear professor kim call the two of you out and you’re abouT to apologise profusely but then-

“got it, prof! we’ll keep the making out to a minimum.” yoongi salutes to him and the class bursts into dispersed chuckles  

he turns back to look at you and grins when he notices how flustered you are

you’ve spelt cyclohexane wrong three times now and he knOWs it’s because of him  

all

because

of

him

:-)

you let out a sigh before looking back up at yoongi who seems vEry satisfied with himself

well

two can play at this game

“c’mon, boyfriend. this cyclohexane-methylcyclohexane mixture isn’t going to distil itself.”

yoongi’s cheeks go bright red

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

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[britishassistant]

But I Like One Piece (3)

Her schedule becomes much busier after that.

She gets up an hour before training with Gai-sensei and goes to get Naruto. He’s taken to setting up traps again to dissuade her, growing more complex and subtle by the day.

She’s getting very good at dodging and disarming them.

They train with Gai-sensei for two hours. Usually running laps and doing katas focused on fluidity and strength. He seems to have taken Sanji’s creed as a personal challenge and she’s usually wearing mitten-like weights over her hands or has her arms tied behind her back.

After training, she returns home to practice katas with her father, using a smaller bokken.

She has a very short amount of time to shower and get dressed before Naruto arrives for breakfast with her family.

Sometimes Gai-sensei joins them, and she never knew embarrassment before she had to watch her parents try not to swoon over his every word. She suspects both Okaa-sama and Otou-sama have crushes on him.

Naruto grimaces next to her and they eat their food in double time and shout their goodbyes as they run to the Academy.

They eat lunch separately.

It’s Naruto’s idea, and rather ingenious if she does say so.

They sit at opposite ends of the same table while Ino, Sakura, Shikamaru (sleepy guy), Chouji, and Kiba are spread out between them. She knows their names now. Ino made sure of it.

Ino and Sakura try to get her involved in girl talk, Chouji alternates between talking to her about cooking and to Shikamaru about classes, while Kiba and Naruto discuss what kind of cool ninja moves they know and will learn next year.

They’re close enough that it still feels like they’re spending time together, but the conversation and slight dispersal of the seating positions mean they’re “technically” not eating a meal together.

After the Academy day is over, she goes to the market with her mother to buy groceries. Once they get back, she prepares their lunch boxes the moment groceries are put away, making extra due to the sheer amount of sharing that goes on, with Naruto yelling ridiculous suggestions as Okaa-sama measures him for new clothes.

He seems to be going through a growth spurt, now his body is getting the nutrients it needs.

They finish their homework together in the kitchen while her mother makes dinner. Otou-sama usually arrives in time for them to finish setting the table and they eat dinner together.

On Wednesdays and Fridays they get ramen from Ichiraku’s. Every other weekend is when the Hokage checks in on Naruto, so she’ll not see him for the entire two days.

After Naruto leaves for his curfew, she helps wash the dishes while her parents ensure she’s up to speed on their family history.

She goes to bed early, because she learned quickly not doing so made Gai-sensei’s training that much worse to bear.

They move up a year.

It’s almost a shame, because towards the end there the teacher had begun warming up to Naruto, if saying “Good luck Ketsugi, Uzumaki.” counts as “warming up”.

She supposes she maybe should’ve had a bit more faith in the teacher, even if the woman does have an unhealthy idealization of the World Government-level tyrant Usagi-hime and is completely, totally wrong about pirates being poor role models to aspire to.

Now they’re going to have a new teacher and begin the whole rigmarole over again.

At least their classmates are already used to him, and they get a three week break before the summer term starts.

Her new birthday’s the weekend before classes start up again too, so there’s that.

Naruto’s being stalked.

She notices it a few days into the break, when Okaa-sama begs for them to act their age for once and go play outside instead of just training or cooking.

Naruto knows a good swing set outside the Academy and they spend half an hour trying to see if they can get the swing to go all the way round.

Yes, she has the memories and partial mindset of a twenty year old, but this is the dream of every child who has ever been on a swing, including her, and they are in an anime ninja world.

If there’s anywhere it’ll be possible to fulfill this dream, it’s here.

She’s managed to go almost horizontal on her swing while Naruto whoops in glee behind her, and on the backswing she spots a blur of dark hair hiding behind a tree and watching them.

No, she thinks, slowing a little while Naruto kicks with increased vigor and whoops again once he touches tree branches, the person’s weird pale eyes remaining fixed on his swinging. Watching him.

The stalker follows them everywhere.

She’s getting reasonably sure the stalker is a girl, because just about the only place she doesn’t follow Naruto is the boy’s bathroom.

She’s almost on par with the masks for stealth otherwise, remaining far enough away that it’s not obvious she’s stalking but close enough that she always has a clear line of sight to Naruto.

She’s definitely a member of one of the village clans. Her skills and the symbol on her high-quality clothing attest to that much. But what’s her interest in Naruto?

She waits a minute after Naruto enters the bathroom, and then walks towards the stalker.

The girl knows better than to run and draw attention to herself, but she does backpedal a bit.

“Look,” She says, not unkindly. “I don’t know who you are. I don’t know why you’re watching Naruto. I don’t think you want to hurt him, and I’ll let you off so long as you don’t. Just don’t steal any of his underwear, or invade his privacy and make him uncomfortable, or we’ll have problems. Am I clear?”

The girl blushes tomato red. She opens and closes her mouth several times. She flees.

She sighs. The stalker may have just been too shy for her own good, but it’s always wise to nip a potential yandere in the bud before obsession really takes hold.

That weekend they get an addition to their morning training.

Gai-sensei comes striding onto their training field with a boy about their age trotting along behind him. He has a braid and very bushy eyebrows.

“This is Rock Lee!” Gai-sensei says proudly. “He will be joining our most youthful training!”

“I am Rock Lee and I am eight years old.” The boy introduces himself. “I am honored to meet the students of Maito Gai-sensei!”

“I’m Uzumaki Naruto and I’m seven! Imma be the Hokage, believe it!” Naruto cheers, waking up more with the chance to say his dream.

“Ketsugi Mayu. I’ll be seven two weeks from now. It’s nice to meet you, Lee-senpai.” She bows to him.

“Ah! It is I who should be calling you senpai, as you were students of Maito Gai-sensei before me!” Rock Lee insists, eyes shining. What a polite boy.

“Heck yeah! Just call me Naruto-senpai!” Naruto boasts, hands on his hips and nose in the air.

“No, don’t make him do that...”

“HOW YOUTHFUL!!” Gai-sensei roars, tears of joy streaming down his cheeks. The only person she’s ever seen cry more than him is Franky. “It brings me much joy to see my students getting along so well! Yosh! LET US RUN 50 LAPS AROUND KONOHA ON OUR HANDS!!”

“Yes, Gai-sensei!!” Lee yells back.

“Lee!”

“Gai-sensei!”

“Lee!”

“Gai-sensei!”

She and Naruto share a horrified glance. Oh god there’s two of them now.

There’s a lot of falling on faces, and 50 laps around Konoha do not get completed. They do manage 20 circuits somehow, and Gai-sensei tells them all he’s extremely proud of them.

That’s what’s nice about Gai-sensei. Even if you couldn’t quite reach the goal he set the first time, he’s always encouraging and takes every effort as something to be celebrated and built upon. He makes you want to succeed, but not worry about failing to get there.

They’re doing cool down stretches when Lee’s stomach growls.

Her eyes narrow.

Naruto catches sight of the look on her face and begins snickering.

Gai-sensei, cheerfully oblivious, straightens up. “Yosh! Mayu-chan, would your parents mind if we imposed upon them for breakfast?”

“Of course not Gai-sensei. They’d be delighted to have you.” She smiles.

Lee curls into himself a little, beginning to retreat. “Then I shall meet you all here tomorrow! Have a good morn—”

Her hand clamps down on his arm. She keeps smiling. “Training breakfasts are at my house. Here’s the address for you, so you can join us.”

Lee blinks, eyes shining suspiciously. “Ah...uh..is this...okay?”

“Don’t fight it Lee!” Naruto calls behind her. “Or she’ll hunt you down to feed you, believe it!”

“I did not hunt you down!” She yelps indignantly. “You set traps when I left you food!”

“I just wanted to say thank you!” “With chalk dust?!”

And so Lee joins them for breakfast.

He’s loud and a bit awkward, effusively thanking her parents for even the smallest of things and easily getting caught up in Gai-sensei’s pace.

He doesn’t have a mean bone in his body though, and can be surprisingly level-headed and reliable when not overexcited. Which, admittedly, is a lot of the time.

He also likes her curries, which Naruto wrongly insists are “pure LAVA on a plate, Mayu-chan, curry’s supposed to be sweet and savory, not burn your mouth off!”

She’s just glad she now knows somebody who can appreciate what a real curry is rather than the sweet, spice less sauce that cowards attempt to pretend counts.

Her parents are convinced he’s somehow Gai-sensei’s long lost son. To be fair to them, the eyebrows and enthusiasm are very...similar. Their theorizing ran rampant when Lee mentioned he lived in the Village Orphanage while assuring her he did, in fact, get enough to eat.

Gai-sensei isn’t exactly dissuading these theories with how much he mother-hens the boy either. She suspects he overacts and exaggerates his normal robustness a little bit for Lee, to stop the boy from glancing around during training sessions or meals like he can’t quite believe he deserves to be here.

She can’t exactly criticize, since she and Naruto and Okaa-sama and Otou-sama are also doing all they can to make Lee feel welcome.

The weekend of her birthday isn’t like any birthdays she’s had before in this life.

For all that she grew up in Konoha, she never had any friends before Naruto. Running laps was a much more productive use of her time, even if her mother worried about her being lonely.

A quiet dinner in with her new parents was enough for her.

Naruto missed her sixth birthday because he had to spend the weekend with the Hokage, then insisted on trying to draw Luffy for her from the stories she’s told him as a late birthday present.

It’s not a very accurate drawing—Luffy’s straw hat is upside down and he’s got lasers shooting from his eyes and looks like a distressed noodle overall, but it hangs on her wall all the same.

Naruto has been pulling a vanishing act sporadically throughout the week, which she wasn’t overly concerned about.

She knows about birthday preparations, and if he wants it to be a surprise, she’ll humor him.

Though she did stumble upon a scene where Lee was on one knee in front of Sakura, while Naruto prepared to hit him with a bag of mulch from behind.

All three froze when they realized she was there, stammered out something incomprehensible, and fled like startled mice.

She has no idea what was going on there, but she’d pay good money to find out.

Or at least cook a good meal, because all her ingredient purchases leave her perpetually broke.

Naruto isn’t in his apartment the morning of her birthday.

She gets past all of his traps only to knock on the door and hear no answer. The neighbors yell at her when her repeated hammering on the entrance gets too loud.

Lee isn’t with Gai-sensei when she finally arrives to training. He pointedly ignores all her questions about where the other two are, but teaches her the kata for a dropkick in exchange.

It’s difficult, but the grin she gets when her heel hits the ground and leaves a dent is blinding.

He walks her home too.

That’s when she realizes this was planned.

Sure enough, the curtains on the windows are drawn, and Gai-sensei is a little eager to go ahead of her into the house.

The lights coming on are blinding, and the yell of “HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAYU!!” should not be as loud as it is considering there are only five people in the room.

She’s sweaty and worn out and for some reason she can’t stop smiling so hard her cheeks hurt.

Lee and Gai-sensei present her with a set of weights and a few pairs of orange leg warmers to cover them, like the ones they wear on a daily basis. She grins and thinks it might be nice to wear something that reminds her of the two of them and Naruto, who has insisted on getting mainly orange clothing since Okaa-sama once told him he had the coloring for it.

Okaa-sama and Otou-sama give her a book on baking bread that’s about as heavy as the weights and several bags of different types of flour. She hugs them as tightly as she can. There’s wheat and rye and multigrain and gluten-free and she can’t wait to see what she can create with all of this.

Naruto fidgets and shoves a small pot with a rosemary plant in it into her arms. “Ino let me have this if I helped out at the Yamanaka flower shop with her and Sakura-chan, believe it, and she said it tastes really good in food and its name is Habu-san because plants are living things, so they should have names like people and animals do, right?”

She inhales the slightly salty scent.

Later, after she’s finally had a shower and gotten dressed with the addition of the leg warmers, Sakura and Ino will drop by with a set of sparkly silver hair clips and a chef’s hat keychain.

They’ll all go to a restaurant owned by Chouji’s family to eat, and she’ll devour one of the best plates of chicken katsu, intent on figuring out the recipe through taste alone. She’ll share a chocolate cake with Chouji and Naruto, laughing as the latter pouts when describing Lee’s declaration to woo Sakura when he becomes a worthy ninja.

But for now, she just beams at her best friend and tells him, “I really love Habu-san. Thank you so much for giving this to me, Naruto.”

They return to the Academy.

Lee walks with them there, and they wave to each other as they go to their respective classrooms.

Kiba runs up to them within seconds of arriving in their new classroom, a beam on his face so bright it could outshine the sun itself.

“Igotmyninkenpartner!!!” He bursts out, practically vibrating with happiness.

She blinks. Looks at Naruto, who shrugs. Looks back at Kiba. “Beg your pardon?”

He groans, cuddling a bundle close to his chest. As she’s looking down at it, it squirms.

“I. Got. My. Ninken. Partner.” He repeats, with exaggerated slowness. “It’s a huge thing for the Inuzuka! We get chosen by a ninken, and they can understand human speech and learn cool ninja moves with us, so when we grow up we’ll be twice as awesome as any other ninja!!”

“What’s a ninken?” Naruto asks as the bundle squirms again—

And a puppy pops out.

“Meet Akamaru!” Kiba says proudly. Akamaru is white with floppy brown ears and big dark eyes and—

“Akamaru.” She says seriously. “You are a very good boy.”

The puppy yips in response and she could die right then and there from happiness.

This year they’re actually moving into the ninja portion of Academy learning.

The new teacher is a white haired man and he has them sit criss-crossed on the floor.

“Chakra is a force found in all living beings, a combination of their spiritual and physical energy, or yin and yang. It is a ninja’s greatest tool, the source of genjutsu and ninjutsu.” He drones on.

Does it run on midochlorians too? A voice in her head that sounds like her past brother’s mocks.

It just all sounds so inaccurate, like a bunch of different ideas mashed together to seem cool.

At least Devil Fruits were somewhat understandable. Eat a weird fruit, it messes with your genetics, you get powers. Much more plausible.

She pokes Naruto awake again and the teacher glares at them. “Today we’ll focus on basic chakra awareness. I want you to meditate and locate your chakra center.”

The classmates around her close their eyes. After an especially sharp glare, she does so too.

It’s warm in the classroom.

It’s noisy outside, and she can feel Naruto’s knee press into her leg.

She focuses on her breathing. It’s almost peaceful, retreating inside herself like this—

There’s something inside her.

It wasn’t there before.

It doesn’t belong in her.

She thinks it doesn’t like that she’s found it.

It’s like forcibly being made aware of blood circulating through your body. Not simply your heart beating, but the friction as the liquid scrapes through your veins, the pain as the breakneck current is divided and divided again, until dead ends send the liquid flying back to where it came from at the same terrifying speed.

“What the shit?!” She gasps out, eyes flying open.

Then she hears what she just said and claps her hands over her mouth as the children around her break into surprised titters.

The teacher glowers. “Ketsugi, go stand in the hall.”

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Walking in the Darkness

iii. Navigating the World 

When the dewdrops were fresh and rosy strands bent the sky, there was a certain smell that flooded the senses with spring.

Spring meant summer break was on its way.

Yeosang would much rather be poking around in the rain-soaked dirt and trying to predict the weather from the clouds than driving to school, but he clutched his bag close and rested in the thought that he’d be able to resume his father’s memoirs during his free time.

The carriage driver pulled up and opened the door in silence as he always did, and Yeosang watched him go before steeling himself for the day ahead. His weekend was over, and it was back to ducked heads and ignoring sharp words.

He had slept deeply enough to disperse the fear of the stranger on the gravel last night, but the curiosity lingered. Who was out there that would dare threaten him?

Yeosang could think of only one person with enough guts, and he was currently walking into the classroom.

Rim Yongsoo.

The ringleader of all the other name-callers. He was too cowardly to lay a finger on the Kang family heir, but his words were spears from afar.

Yeosang had learned to deflect the sharp attacks by ignoring them when one day Housekeeper Sohyun had entered his room to find him crying over something a classmate had said.

The whispers couldn’t hurt him if he blocked them out, she had reminded him gently, so every day he sat in his seat as if he was the only one in the room.

If any of the bullies had gotten bold in his father’s absence, it would be Yongsoo.

For the first time in the past month, Yeosang opened his mouth before class to make his accusation.

“Yongsoo, you wouldn’t happen to recognise this, would you?”

Confidently, Yeosang pulled the rock which had been thrown into the observatory out of his bag and waved it in Yongsoo’s face.

The other boy took a moment before his face cleared of shock and turned accusatory. “When did you become interested in rocks, pansy? Aren’t you usually staring at the sky?”

Yeosang’s jaw clenched as snickers followed and he couldn’t help but defend himself. “Don’t call me pansy.”

“My mistake,” Yongsoo returned, saccharine voice accompanied by a fake frown. “I though you preferred it over damsel in distress!”

“Were you or were you not on my property last night?” Yeosang’s voice raised almost imperceptibly to break through the laughter sweeping the classroom.

“Your property? No, I don’t think it’s yours as long as your father’s around. Although I suppose if he actually drowns at sea this time...”

Yeosang’s face was burning and the rock clenched in his fist threatened to scratch him from how tightly he was holding it, so he slammed it onto the boy’s desk, interrupting yet another round of giggles.

“This is the last time I’m asking, Yongsoo,” he grit out, relishing secretly the way the bully’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Don’t make me take it up with your father.”

He had hit a nerve.

“No I wasn’t near your estate,” Yongsoo defended quickly. “I spent the night at Hyunjoon’s.”

Yeosang released the rock and turned to the other boy’s desk, asking with his eyes if he could confirm Yongsoo’s alibi.

Hyunjoon wasn’t a bully like Yongsoo and his lackeys, but he wasn’t exactly friendly toward Yeosang either. At the very least, he knew he wouldn’t lie about something like this, so Yeosang waited for him to adjust his glasses and clear his throat before answering.

“Yes, we were camping. Sorry, Yeosang, I would have invited you, but...”

But it was Yeosang.

No one wanted him at their gatherings, not when it took a carriage driver to bring him there and a stern talking to from their parents that they had better not injure him and risk legal action from the Navigator. He wasn’t much fun to play with anyway.

Yeosang lived inside a glass box that was too cumbersome to share with anyone else.

But he trusted Hyunjoon. Everything added up. Yongsoo hadn’t been at his house last night.

The teacher chose that moment to enter the room and interrupt the investigation Yeosang was conducting, and he immediately blushed and retrieved his rock before returning to his desk and blocking out the whispers that inevitably followed when he plucked up the courage to speak in class.

Yeosang worked diligently and tried not to spend too much time daydreaming about maritime adventures and mysterious rock-throwing strangers, but the moment he was let out for lunch, he couldn’t help but pull out his father’s journal.

Underneath a tree far from the other boys as they roughhoused, he opened to the page where he had left off.

If such things as miracles exist, I have just been the beneficiary of one. After much persuasion, Admiral Kim agreed to take the long way around the doldrums. He trusts my judgment and I insisted upon it after taking the morning measurements.

The easterly winds spelled doom and the pressure on my instruments, the smell and the stillness of the sea... all pointed to a massive storm on the horizon, waiting for us in the doldrums that lay ahead.

This. This was the often forgotten but extremely important facet of navigation that Yeosang’s father had pioneered. 

Any sailor worth his salt could sense a storm before it hit, but with his weather instruments, Navigator Kang knew well in advance what was coming and just how big it would be.

Yeosang smiled to himself as he read the measurement report. His father was indeed a hero.

It will be twice as long of a trip to the pirate havens ahead, but the Admiral would rather have a ship and a crew to destroy them with than sail headlong into a disaster.

Yeosang turned pages and pages of entries as his father appeared to have grown bored with the day to day duties he fulfilled.

Soon he was called back inside and finished the rest of his lessons as quickly as he could get away with. 

He was so absorbed in his father’s memoirs that he didn’t notice the carriage which had pulled up in front of the estate as he went inside and plopped down in the sitting room where Sohyun was setting up a snack for him, immediately delving back into his book.

The men complain increasingly of hunger and it has become difficult to even leave my room. Always another soldier begging at my door, always the stench of death when another has dropped of starvation.

Yeosang grimaced but read on.

Some are under the impression that we officers hoard the supplies for ourselves and have been caught stealing from our stores. I don’t know the amount of their rations, but we aren’t feasting like kings in the Captain’s cabin, I am sure of that.

“Yeosang, always with his nose in a book. What’s this?” 

It was his sister Yeseul, peering over his shoulder and guessing aloud, “Adventure on the high seas?”

Immediately, Sohyun snapped to attention and pulled the book out of Yeosang’s hands, replacing it with his arithmetic homework before the boy had a chance to open his mouth.

A surprise visit from his older sister couldn’t have come at a worse time.

“You ruin everything, Yeseul,” Yeosang sulked, poised aristocrat’s son disintegrating into petulant young boy for a moment. “I thought Father was writing to make sure you were nearby, not in the house bossing me around.”

“Well, you seem to have lost your manners. I thought you might be happy to see me,” Yeseul huffed, sitting herself down daintily in the chair across from him. “And what are you doing reading adventure books? Father said you were supposed to be searching for an apprenticeship.”

She levelled a challenging glare at him and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes in return. No one brought out his sarcasm like Yeseul. “What’s it to you if I’d rather play pirate?”

Yeseul sobered at this, a cloud breaking over her face. “Don’t joke about those people,” she warned sternly. “They’re very real and they do horrible things.”

“I know, I’ve read about them!” Yeosang smirked, nodding toward the journal still in the housekeeper’s clutches. 

Immediately, he realised his mistake.

Sohyun obediently handed the book over at Yeseul’s request, and all Yeosang could do was watch as the thing was scrutinised cover to cover.

“Father’s memoirs,” Yeseul finally said.

“You’ve read them before?” Yeosang temporarily abandoned his misgivings for a sense of awe that Yeseul had once had a sense of adventure in her own youth.

“Yes, I’ve read them. You and Father love to forget, but I did grow up here too, you know.”

Yeseul was much older, so she had grown, married, and moved before he could make any real memories with her.

“But the content of this is not suitable for an eleven-year-old.” She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow curiously. “He doesn’t know you’re reading this, does he?”

Yeosang sighed and hid his face in his arithmetic. That was answer enough for his older sister.

“Yeosang—”

“He gave me the key!” Yeosang protested, ignoring her admonition at raising his voice. “The key to the observatory, he gave it to me.”

“That doesn’t mean you’re allowed to go rifling through his desk,” she scolded primly. “And seeing as I’m in charge now, I’m confiscating it.”

Yeosang didn’t hold back his whining at this, but was promptly ignored as Yeseul changed the subject.

“I’ve decided to hold a ball this weekend. It’ll be your first, aren’t you excited?”

Yeosang blinked twice before realising she was looking at him with anticipation and stuttering, “Well, y-yes I suppose so, but... can’t you hold it at your own house?”

Yeseul tilted her head and tutted at him. “Yeosang, there hasn’t been a ball thrown here since, what? My wedding?”

“If you just want to use our ballroom, go ahead,” he sighed after a moment to work out what exactly she was getting at. “But I don’t have to be there, do I?

He was already tired of the constant bickering that was inevitable every time he and his sister met, and the confiscation of the memoirs meant he had to plan a way to get them back.

“Yeosang!” She was completely exasperated now, a hand brushing her hair back from her face and back into the intricate updo she had crafted. “I’m throwing this ball for you! To make some connections with potential masters— for your apprenticeship!”

Yeosang’s mouth clicked shut. He couldn’t very well argue with that. It would most certainly be a long boring night of adults ruffling his hair and breaking into his father’s best wines but he couldn’t think of any excuse to get out of it.

So he acquiesced for the rest of the day and waited until his moment.

He needed to get the journal back.

It was just after midnight when he crept down the carpeted hallway, lantern in hand, and halted outside the main guest suite.

Yeseul was a light sleeper, but Yeosang had an advantage. He prowled these halls in the dark much more frequently than she did, and though a misstep would land him in trouble, it was unlikely that he would make one.

Once he reached the door, he placed the lantern on the rug faced away from the door in case a sliver of light bled through the crack, and set his hand on the doorknob. 

Painstakingly slow, he turned the knob silently and pushed the door open, creeping inside and closing it.

He would have to navigate in the dark.

As soon as his eyes adjusted, he spotted the book on the bedside table, at the bottom of a stack of invitations to neighbouring wealthy families for the ball that Yeseul had been working all day on.

Yeosang moved stealthily to her bedside, barely daring to breathe as he quietly slid the book out and slipped back out into the hall.

He’d have to read the rest of this section by lantern light and return the book so that she never knew it had been taken.

Yeosang knew he would be struggling to stay awake in class tomorrow, but the conclusion of this survival scene was too enticing to postpone.

Suppressing a shiver of excitement, he opened up to where he had left off.

The Admiral had hoped by now there would be an island, even if all it has for us is freshwater. But the sailors don’t call it the doldrums for nothing. 

The Black Crow reached the other side after a long struggle, nearly half its crew killed without a fight. More and more, Yeosang was realising how massive the expanse of sea to the east truly was.

We have reached an island. I went with the exploration party to discover whether it was inhabited and while it was not, an empty fortification stood facing the west. I wonder if a civilisation once lived here and warred against our own people.

Admiral Kim wants to take the fortress for the Navy’s, but that left us in the uncomfortable position of not having enough soldiers to press on and sack the elusive pirate haven that still waits in the east.

I’ve shared my suspicions with the other officers that I think the pirate Jinyoung may have sent a faulty location to us on purpose. The Admiral is furious at the prospect, but I have to admit I’m still grateful for the opportunities I’ve had on this voyage to chart portions of the east. We begin our return journey at dawn, and will return with more men and supplies in pursuit of the pirate scum once more.

Yeosang sighed contentedly and closed the book on what seemed to be part one of his father’s adventure memoirs. It wasn’t as storybook perfect as the adventure novels he adored, but that was life.

Once more he snuck into Yeseul’s bedchamber, this time with the added challenge of moving all the invitations to put the book back in the exact same spot.

He worked a little more carelessly than he had the first time, sleep pulling at his eyelids and making him impatient to be done with it, but the slight rustle of the invitation stack falling over and halting as Yeosang caught it was incentive enough to slow down.

As soon as everything was positioned to his satisfaction, Yeosang inched his way back out and only exhaled when the door was shut and he was on his way back.

He settled into bed to catch a few hours of sleep before his school schedule forced him awake, blissfully unaware of the stranger that lurked outside.

...

A/N: Thanks for your patience guys <3 I’ll be finishing the semester with some exams and papers this week, and as soon as that’s finished you can expect me to be more active. Until then, enjoy and don’t forget to comment/reblog!

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Hi! I was wondering if maybe you could do a fic where Peter finds out that the reader gets really flustered when he even says "tickle" or wiggles his fingers, or gives the reader THAT look. And lots of teases ensue "Im not even touching you!, Why are you giggling?" Ect. Thank you! I love your fics so much ❤

My heart was fluttering the whole time I was writing this. Thank you! <3 

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Peter Parker was the bane of your existence, you loved him and he was like a brother to you, but sometimes you thought about throwing him off of the Stark Tower. Like any brother he teased you often and acted as if it was his job to make you blush and squirm. You were usually a stoic person so his attempts at embarrassing you were unsuccessful, until he found out a little secret you have been keeping.

It was a rather peaceful weekend with the Avengers, everyone was dispersed around the Tower doing their own thing and you were hanging out in the living room working on homework with Peter. Every now and then one your friends would come up and grab a drink or snack from the kitchen, Bruce gave you some helpful tips on your math homework and Steve told you some pretty neat stories that you could put in your history essay about World War II. Peter drummed his pencil against his textbook and endlessly chatted to you about his favorite comic book heroes. As he was ranting that the best heroes didn���t need to use calculus, he started coughing and got up to get a glass of water.

“Ugh I got a little tickle in my throat,” he took a sip of the drink and noticed that you had cringed slightly.

“Did I say something?” He raised his eyebrow, he turned his body so he was directly looking at you. Your cheeks started to burn and you shifted uncomfortably.

“Nothin’,” you mumbled, you quickly went back to doing your homework and prayed that Peter would drop it.

“All I said was I had a tickle in my throat,” he repeated his words, he noticed that you blushed even harder and bit your lip when he said the word tickle.

“Oh no way,” Peter grinned, he walked over to where you were sitting and plopped down next to you, “are you ticklish Y/N?”

You flinched and glared at your best friend, “Do not say that word.”

“This is priceless,” he laughed and wiggled his fingers teasingly, “how ticklish are you?”

You couldn’t help but start giggling when you saw his wriggling fingers, you immediately tried to get up but Peter wrapped his arms around you and brought you back down to the couch. “I’m not even touching you and you’re already laughing,” Peter said amusingly, “this is going to be fun.”

“O-Oh screw you,” you giggled, he wasn’t even tickling you yet but you felt electricity flowing through your body that caused your chest to bubble up with high pitched giggles.

“You need to respect your elders Y/N,” with that he suddenly dug his fingers into your belly and you bucked up with a squeal. You quietly cursed his Spider-Man strength as you tried to squirm out of his grasp but he had you securely trapped. His fingers explored your sides and ribs, then travelled back down to your belly and gently poked and prodded at the soft skin. Your loud laughter filled the entire room and you were mortified when a snort escaped from your nose. Peter cackled with glee and started to trace around your bellybutton as your shirt rose up from the struggling. Uncontrollable giggles poured from your mouth and you kicked your legs in protest.

“W-We’re only a few months apart!” You gasped out, he started to squeeze your ribs again and you cried with laughter. Knowing that you were about to explode, he stopped his attack and you curled up into a ball with breathy giggles.

“Then you better respect me or else I would have to take drastic measures,” Peter winked. You groaned and buried your head into a pillow, already knowing that he was going to take full advantage of your weakness.

Unfortunately your prediction was correct. Peter knew better than to actually tickle you in public, but all he had to do was wiggle his fingers or say the word and you were reduced to a blushing mess. When he waved at you in the hallway or called you over to a lunch table, he would wiggle his fingers oh so slightly that no one else noticed but you. In every conversation he would casually slip in the dreaded word and pretended not to notice you turning red.

“I’m so tickled to train with Mr. Stark tonight, how about you Y/N?”

“Hey Ned can you pass me your juice? I have a tickle in my throat.”

“Maybe I’ll take up the piano as a hobby so I can tickle some ivories.”

“Y/N have you heard of a color called Tickled Pink? You should paint your bathroom that color!”

“Mr. Stark keeps on telling me to stop tickling the dragon’s tail, but I want to be more than just a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man you know?”

MJ and Ned noticed the weird way Peter was talking, but they just shrugged it off and assumed it was an Avengers inside joke. You hoped that the more he uttered the word, the less impact it would have on you, but to your horror the effects were getting worse and it was getting more difficult for you to hide your reactions.

The end of the day was finally approaching and you took your seat in your Anatomy&Physiology class. Peter was already sitting in the desk next to you and gave you a little wave, you saw his fingers wiggling slightly and you felt intense heat rise up into your cheeks.

“You better run when we get to the Tower,” you hissed at him. Peter smiled innocently and cocked his head to the side.

“I haven’t done anything bad Y/N,” he said in a sickly sweet voice, “I barely even touched you all day.” You glared at him and proceeded to focus on the lecture. Today your teacher was going over the central nervous system and you were feverishly taking notes as he spoke about the brain, spinal cord, neurons, and nerves. You were starting to regret signing up for the advanced class, as soon as you grasped the structures of the brain, the teacher was already ten steps ahead with the spinal cord. Your hand was starting to ache from writing and your usually neat handwriting turned into illegible scribbles.

I definitely need to borrow Peter’s notes, you thought. Tony wasn’t happy that your grades have been dropping so you needed to really step it up. As the teacher was explaining the peripheral nervous system, a familiar voice interrupted his droning.

“Sir?” He raised his hand and you looked over at your best friend in confusion. Peter never needed to ask for clarification in class so you couldn’t come up with a reason why he needed to ask a question.

“Yes Peter,” even the teacher seemed mildly surprised and nodded towards the enthusiastic teen.

“Since we’re talking about how our bodies respond to certain stimuli,” he started to ask, you slowly pieced his words together and your eyes widened in disbelief.

He wouldn’t dare, you thought. As if he heard you, Peter turned his head and grinned at you devilishly.

“Is it possible to be tickled to death?”

You let out a tiny scream that only he could hear and you put your forehead against the desk. The teacher chuckled in amusement and started answering his question. In nearly every sentence your teacher said the word and you felt like you were living your worst nightmare. It’s not that you were hurt or traumatized by tickling, it was because you actually enjoyed it and you were too mortified to admit it to your best friend. You knew Peter and the Avengers would never judge or mock you for it, but deep inside you felt the tugging fear that they would take you less seriously.

Your belly was starting to ache from all the cringing and you were sure that by the end of the day, you were going to have rock hard abs like Thor’s. The bell finally rang and you nearly knocked over all the students by barreling out the door. You rammed through the school doors and took a deep breath of fresh air.

“Y/N!” Peter caught up behind you and put a hand on your shoulder, you stared at his hand to find movement in his fingers but they stayed still.

“I didn’t push you too hard did I?” He looked at you with concern and you smiled up at him.

“I’m fine Pete,” you reassured him, “I’m just not used to being on the other end of the teasing, it’s kinda fun actually.”

“Good,” Peter grinned, “because there’s one donut left in the kitchen and I was gonna give it to you but since you’re fine, I’ll gladly take it.”

You gasped and stomped your foot playfully, “I was going to have it as a snack!”

“Then you better get there first,” checking to make sure there were no students, Peter put on his web slinger and disappeared up into the buildings. You shook your head and smiled, Peter Parker may be the bane of your existence, but you knew he was the reason why you smile everyday.

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Do your homework and find what you're looking for in digital agency LA. Do you wish to have a strong presence on social media? Facebook and Instagram advertisements? Top quality content and SEO expertise? Begin by creating your list of services that you're interested in, and then defining your marketing objectives. This could include creating brand awareness, driving more traffic to your website and social media channels and generating more leads.

Questions to the Agency

The digital marketing agency can help you understand and meet your business objectives. It's okay if you aren't sure about the differences between Google Analytics, Google My Business or even how Facebook Ads Manager works, that's what we're here to assist you in understanding. There are some questions you can ask to help evaluate whether an agency is the best fit for your business

1. What would you recommend as a service to my company?

There are numerous digital marketing services you can choose from, including search engine marketing, social media marketing and SEO for search engines. It may not be feasible or practical to begin with all of them. An experienced agency will inform you which ones are most beneficial for your business. They will not suggest them all, if they aren't right for your company.

A shoe company with an innovative brand might be able to profit solely from social media that is paid. Instead of dispersing the budget into a variety of services, the company may gain from focusing solely on paid social and achieving results they're satisfied with before starting other services which may be more costly and require more investment over the long term.

2. How do you work?

Understanding their process, manner of communication and the team members is helpful to understand how they complete their work. Although an agency might have an account manager that is in charge of your account, they're not the ones to yield the most effective results for your business. The person responsible for your account may not understand why the person within the SEO or social team took the action they did. In other agencies, such as OMDIGI, there are no account managers, and you'll be in direct contact with the person who is responsible for delivering results. If you're in need of any changes or have any new promotions You can contact directly the team member responsible for this service, rather than relying on your account manager to relay the details on.

3. What is the best method to measure the efficacy of your suggested marketing campaigns?

The digital marketing agency Los Angeles must describe how they intend to measure effectiveness in order to get the results you're looking for, whether more leads or sales.

Certain agencies offer pages of information, and expect that you will be pleased with it. But what if you don't be able to distinguish between the two terms Return on Advertising Spend and Cost Per Purchase? Expect to be given data recommendations by agencies. They will also be willing to answer any questions you may have and to clarify the data if you have any.

What can you expect from the agency?

The first step is to be digging deep and trying to comprehend your previous results. This includes the previous ads you've done in the past and how it performed. They will request access to Google Analytics in order to view where visitors are coming from and which advertising channels are turning them.

They are responsible for providing your business with value. They will question the margins of your products, your top selling products, and basically understand how your company earns its income.

The right questions are key to evaluating digital agencies. Every brand is different, so asking what you think is essential is crucial to determining if that Los Angeles digital marketing agency is the perfect fit for your business.

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COVID-19, like overall output, has affected almost every aspect of our everyday lives. The concept of working from home has been the biggest development. Around half of the population of the world is doing it today. Never has the world seen an exercise of that magnitude.

Will work from home be transient in its current configuration or continue here? Will organizations see this as a viable option, particularly with individuals arguing that the barriers between work and life have almost disappeared?

Facebook Inc has announced it will allow its workers to work from home until July next year, while Google has extended the remote working time until June next year for employees who do not need to be on the job.

Negative results on remote jobs

Researchers surveyed more than 2,000 employees in Australia, France, Germany, New Zealand, Singapore, the United Kingdom and the United States in March and April of this year in worldwide research conducted by SAP, Qualtrics and Mind Share Collaborators. The pandemic had an effect on mental health around the world, they discovered. Around 40 percent of individuals confirmed that their mental health has declined since the COVID-19 epidemic. (the rephrase)

Remote work causes employees to lose a sense of work/life balance during the pandemic. 

According to a study of more than 1,000 remote workers by Twingate. Their observations cover the following:

Zoom is the No. 1 video conferencing system used during the COVID-19 pandemic for remote employees.

When operating remotely, 40 percent of workers experienced mental exhaustion from video calls.

59% of employees believe that in-office work is more cyber-secure than at home.

After the pandemic, 22 percent of home-based employees purchased a VPN.

58% of workers registered talking on work video calls about sensitive information.

More than 1 in 10 employees have had their video calls compromised.

When working from the company office, more than half (59 percent) of workers felt more safe online, and more than 1 in 3 (36 percent) were more vigilant about opening up emails at home.

Remote work systems, however, have one significant downside: they also hinder businesses from establishing and solidifying their corporate culture. Company culture is encouraged, to a large extent, by staff working together and engaging in division-or corporate-wide meetings and team building activities, so that disjointed divisions find this difficult to accomplish.

But how important is the company's culture? In favor of the ease that telecommunications bring, would it be prioritized?

Work from home-based policies will in a variety of ways affect the development of business culture. Cultural ramifications that unregulated telecommunications might have include:

The siloing of colleagues and teams from each other

As employees operate mostly or completely from home, they are only likely to connect through e-mail and occasional calls with their colleagues. For two reasons, this is critical: first, engaging with colleagues on a regular basis facilitates setting goals. When new employees are continually exposed to their peers' behavior, they are able to understand standards of success and communication far more readily than they would have been distant. Second, social interaction is correlated with work engagement and satisfaction in a positive way.

A survey of more than 15 million employees conducted by Gallup found that people with the best "work buddies" are "seven times more likely to work, to be better able to engage customers, to achieve better quality jobs than those without them."

Feeling of Isolation

While working from home can make life easier at first, it can adversely affect employees' mental health. People are social creatures, and individuals would feel cut off from seeing anyone.

More likely to fight corporate politics, fear bosses say derogatory things behind their backs, and campaign against them, are remote employees. A survey of 1,100 employees showed that remote staff felt the absence of and left out work buddies.

It is more difficult to foster excitement for developing and growing a company.

You want employees to be enthusiastic about the work they do. It is not impossible, but certainly not easy to inspire excitement through a dispersed team. It is difficult to create enthusiasm for your service or product without adequate social commitment when your employees are 100 percent motivated. High spirits are difficult to digitally express.

Good Remote Working Results for Staff:

Companies or employers that allow their employees to customize their way of finishing work prefer to have job satisfaction and lower operating costs. Let's talk more about the benefits of encouraging employees to work remotely that employers can appreciate.

A Glassdoor survey showed that 70 percent of respondents assumed that their business had responded to the health and safety concerns of employees. Another 60 percent said that no matter how long they have to do WFH, they can perform effectively, and 50 percent said they work remotely as or more effective. A Citrix study found that 45 percent of employees agreed that employers were "fairly prepared" for the change to remote working, and 38 percent said the transition was "fairly easy"; but two promising areas emerged in terms of how businesses handled the pandemic shift to remote working:

During the transition, 91 per cent of staff felt the support of their employers.

92% of respondents felt that their companies took all the measures.

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For certain workers, an office setting may also often be noisy and distracting. If one worker has a phone call, for example, other workers will also be busy around the desk. Yet remote workers are free from issues like this. For a longer time, they may concentrate on their jobs.

Better balance between work and life

In fact, there is a lot to talk about the quality of life at work, but few businesses provide an appealing workplace atmosphere to their workers efficiently. No matter how many emotional decompression rooms, games rooms, and other amenities are available, it is a reality that people still lack their "me-time" devoted to their needs. So, depending on their needs, remote workers may start and end their day.

Less Stress

Few are lucky employees with the chance to take a walk to the office. It's because of the distance from home to their work. More health problems and dissatisfaction are expected in an employee who spends more than two hours a day stuck in a traffic jam, loses work time and has a terrible quality of life.

Reducing Costs

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It is easy to find out why working remotely has become a norm in the workplace. Today's employees appreciate the convenience of telecom transmission, which at home is more effective and less taxing.

The clearest cost-benefit resulting from telecommuting is overhead reduction. In one year, businesses that do not have to pay for the office and employees' supplies can save a bit. An employee could save INR 8,11,784 on average in one report and save between INR 147597 and INR 516589 on the allowance of a business to work at home only half the time.

Prices for health care are lower: one study found that homeworkers showed 25 percent lower levels of stress, making healthier food choices and improving the balance of working life. Both elements help staff lead healthier lives, both of which would eventually decrease their spending on health.

Lower travel costs: organizations that work save on long business trips. As they already use video chat and online communication networks in daily activities, they will also use them as a tool that reduces employee travel and commuting expenses.

Improved customer service: As customer services improve, individuals now have more resources to spend in work.

Employees tend to work remotely, too.

According to a Global Workplace Analytics study of workers working remotely during the pandemic, 73 per cent state that they are very successful while working from home, and 86 per cent claim they feel 'fully efficient' working from their home office. And of the 3,000 respondents, on average, 76% want to continue working from home at least 2.5 days a week.

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Vanessa Tierney, CEO and co-founder of Abodoo, a data-driven matching network, concludes in terms of the merits and demerits of remote work: While the difficulty of remote work has now been exposed, the merits outweigh the demerits and force tech conglomerates such as Facebook and Twitter to encourage their workers to work from home forever.

During the lockdown, the IT industry switched very quickly to the WFH model, providing market stability to consumers without sacrificing performance or productivity, satisfying industry leaders and clients alike.

It has shown that companies can grow and prosper from anywhere in the world with the right processes in place. The IT industry's rigid dedication to quality systems and the availability of bandwidth connectivity both from homes in metros and in small towns are two reasons for this smooth transition.

During the 2008 Great Recession, many manufacturing executives led their companies. One of these pioneers is Roger Neel, Mavenlink's co-founder and CTO, who summarizes the unprecedented challenges posed by most organizations as a result of the pandemic crisis: "Better or worse, it is expected that this time of instability and significant transformation will have a lasting impact on the way different companies communicate and the way organizations operate."

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