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Good cop, bad cop

Hi guys! This is the dad Mason fic a lot of you voted on the poll for :). I'm very excited about this one, I hope you guys like it! TW, none, Fluff/Angst, 5.2k words

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“Boys c’mon! We are running late!” you yelled from your bathroom to your twin boys who were getting their backpacks ready for school.

“Mommy, I can’t find my lightning McQueen pencil case!” your little boy Sebastian said, barging in your room, almost on the verge of crying.

“Baby you probably left it at school then like last time, you can check with the teacher when you get there okay? We need to hurry up otherwise we will be late.”

You grabbed his tiny hand and led him to his and his brother’s, Oliver, room.

“Oliver baby, c'mon put your shoes on please.”

“Yes mommy.”

Once you got the twins ready, you headed downstairs to grab their lunchboxes and get their water bottles filled up.

“Alright guys, I’m off.” Your husband, Mason, said entering the kitchen ready with his washbag and car keys to leave for training.

“Bye baby” you said, turning around to give him a peck on the lips. “Can you please make that dish you saw yesterday on tiktok for lunch?” Mason said pouting like a little boy making him look exactly like Seb and Oliver.

“Fine big baby I’ll do it.” You said, rolling your eyes and laughing at your husband’s childish behavior. He pecked your lips again and turned around to say goodbye to the twins.

“Bye little monsters”. He got down to hug both of them at the same time. “Listen to your mom and be good at school okay?” he told them.

“Yes daddy” they both said in unison.

Mason left and it was just you and the twins.

“Okay, you have everything right?” you said checking them and they nodded.

Once everything was ready, you helped them get into the car and into their car seats.

The drive to school was as usual, blasting music, talking, asking them if they had done their homework, and reminding them to not forget any book or notebook they would need for that day.

You loved dropping them off, and so did Mason. However, now that the season started again, usually he couldn't come with you.

The boys understood why their dad could not always drop them off or was not at home some weekends, which amazed you considering they were still very young. They were 6, but they were very smart. Their homeroom teacher told you they were exceptional, and it made you so proud and also made you feel relieved. You always wanted to raise two little smart gentlemen.

Mason would always joke how physically, they were a copy of him but mentally, it was you.

You arrived at school and parked the car in your usual spot. You got the boys out and tucked their little shirts in, so they looked presentable. You held both of their hands and walked them to the school entry.

Once you reached their classroom, you greeted Anouska, who was also dropping off her kid.

“Hi babe!” Anouska said, hugging you. “Hi boys!” Ever since you moved to Manchester, Anouska and Luke had become very close to you. Their kids were now best friends with yours and you couldn’t be more thankful. The one thing that worried you the most was Seb and Oliver not making new friends at a new school. “Reign is already inside, they are starting soon.” You thanked her for letting the boys know they had to go in.

Once they were settled, you stayed in the car park for a little while talking to her and arranging a brunch this week once the boys were dropped off.

“Did you hear about the bullying case?” Anouska asked you taking, a sip of her coffee.

“What bullying case?” you asked curiously.

“Mrs. Adams told me there was this boy in the classroom called Matthew that is being bullied. She said she and the school board will be supervising the whole class to see who it is.”

“Oh no, did she say how serious it was?” you asked.

“No, she just said the little boy’s mom noticed he came home really upset yesterday so she drove back and talked to her about it.”

“I hope they find out who it is before it gets more serious.” It hurt you that a little boy was being bullied, it made you think, what if it was your kid? You wouldn’t be able to bear it.

You said your goodbyes and you headed home.

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Once you got home, you started prepping some stuff for the dish Mason wanted. It wasn’t a complicated dish but it would take time, you wanted it to be ready for him when he got home.

After being in your own little world, cooking, chopping veggies and tasting everything, you noticed an unknown number was calling you. You found it strange but you picked it up either way.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Mrs. Mount?” the voice on the other side of the phone said.

“Yes, this is she, who is this sorry?” you asked, turning off the stove to concentrate on the phone call.

“Hi Mrs. Mount, it is Mrs. Adams!” Weird. Why would she be calling you? Maybe one of your boys got sick?

“Oh hi! How are you? Is everything okay with Seb and Oliver? Is one of them sick?” you asked.

“No, no, they are okay. I wanted to call you because I wanted to discuss something with you.” She responded.

“Sure, what can I help you with?” you sat down on the couch ready to have this conversation.

“So, today we’ve had our school board supervising the students because we found out yesterday our student Matthew was being bullied. Well, after observing everyone the whole day, we highly think it is Sebastian and Oliver bullying Matthew.” She said on the other line.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. Your boys were bullying someone? Why? You had never raised them to be mean.

“Mrs. Mount?” Mrs. Adams asked

“Yes sorry, um are you sure it’s them? I mean, I don’t know why they would be doing that.” You said nervously.

“Well from everything we have observed, yes, we think it is them. I will talk to Matthew shortly to ask him, and I can let you know when you come and pick them up. Is that alright?”

“Yes, yes please let me know.” You gulped.

“Alright, sorry if I disturbed you, have a great day!” their teacher said.

“No worries, thank you for the heads up. I'll see you soon.”

You hung up the phone and you were still shocked at the information you had just received. You wanted to cry. How can your two little boys be bullying someone? You had never raised them to be bullies. You and Mason always made sure they were gentlemen, respectful and humble. You took pride in that, how they were never really materialistic. They didn’t care about having new toys all the time, they didn’t really care about having an iPad or whatever. They always just loved playing outside, watching football and going to the stadium to see their daddy.

Speaking of daddy, Mason started calling you, making you snap out of your thoughts again.

“Hey” you said, and you could tell immediately Mason would notice something was wrong.

“Hi my love, you okay?” he said.

“Yea I’m just prepping lunch right now.” You said standing up from the living room couch and heading back to the kitchen so you could continue cooking.

“Speaking of lunch, I don’t think I’ll have time to go eat at the house. Gaffer wants to have a meeting about tomorrow’s game, so I’ll be home a little later.” He spoke.

“Oh, okay it’s fine. I’ll leave some so you can eat for dinner.” You placed your phone down, put it on speaker and continued chopping veggies.

“You okay babe?” he asked you. “Yea I’m fine, we need to talk when you get home, about the boys.”

“Did something happen?”

“Their teacher called, and she said she thinks they are bullying another student.” You said waiting for his response.

“What?” Mason sounded as confused as you were when you got the news.

“Yea, I was shocked too.”

“Is she 100% sure it is them?” He asked

“Well not 100%, but she said she will talk to Matthew, the little boy, today to figure out who it is.”

“Well,” he pauses for a moment analyzing the situation “Let’s wait and see what she says before panicking and if it’s really them wait for me so we can talk to them together.”

“Okay, yes you’re right. She said she would talk to me when I go pick them up.” you responded.

“Okay, let me know what she says yea?”

“Yea I will, love you.”

“Love you more, I’ll see you later, babe.” And with that he hung up.

He was right, you didn’t need to panic right now. You would have to wait another hour to go pick them up and talk to her.

---

You had arrived at school early to try and talk to Mrs. Adams before you saw the boys. You wanted to chat to her first before asking the twins any questions. Once you entered the school, you went to their classroom and waited there patiently. Mrs. Adams saw you, indicated her students to start packing up and approached you with a smile.

“Hi Mrs. Mount it is good to see you” she greeted you as soon as she opened the door.

“Hi, good to see you too, you can call me Y/n don’t worry” you said smiling shaking her hand.

“Well, Y/n, I was able to talk to Matthew and unfortunately we were right. He said Sebastian and Oliver have been picking on him ever since they played football in P.E class two days ago.” She informed you.

That weird feeling on your tummy came back. You were hoping she would tell you they got it all wrong and it was someone else but now hearing her confirm it was them, it upset you.

“Oh okay, um, is the school going to do something?” you asked.

“Well, not yet. We think it’s best if the parents first talk to their children and see what measurements they want to take. If it does continue after the first warning then the school does intervene with either parent teacher conference or suspensions and detentions.”

“Okay, I will talk to them. I promise this won’t happen again.” You said apologetically.

After the chat with her, you were upset, but you were also furious with your boys. Here you were thinking this morning what if it was them being bullied? You would feel awful and helpless, you can’t imagine what this kid’s mother was feeling. It bugged you they would behave like this when all you ever taught them was good things. It also made you feel like an awful parent. Were you failing them? What were you doing wrong? You needed to talk to them asap, you knew Mason told you to wait for him but they couldn’t get in the house and start playing and getting all the privileges after what they have done.

The whole car ride there was no music, you weren’t talking much, your boys were smart and they knew you were mad.

When you got to the house, you helped them get off their car seats and take their stuff inside.

“Please, sit down, eat and we will talk.” You said sternly closing the front door.

The boys sat down at the dining table, waiting for their plates to be served. They were sitting next to each other. You served them lunch and a drink, gave it to them and sat down directly in front of them.

You waited for them to eat so you could start talking to them. You had no idea what you were going to say, but you needed them to know bullying was not acceptable.

“So,” you started speaking as soon as they finished “do you know what Mrs. Adams said to me today about you two?” you asked your boys who looked guilty of something but were not saying anything. They both shook their heads in sync.

“She told me you two have been bullying Matthew for the past 2 days, is that true?” you asked. They both looked terrified of answering yes, so they both looked at each other waiting for one another to say something. They opted to just shaking their heads again.

“Sebastian and Oliver, do not lie to me.” You stated.

“We were picking on him when we were playing…” Oliver said quietly.

“Only when you were playing?” you asked

“After too…a little bit” Oliver replied, his lip wobbling.

“Why?” you wanted to know why they were doing this and where they learned to do this.

None of them answered.

“Where did you learn about bullying and calling people names? Because I am 100% sure it is not in this house.”

“Daddy picks on people sometimes when he plays, and all the football players do as well…” Sebastian spoke up this time, not looking you in the eyes.

If there was one thing these boys were obsessed with was football. They would watch any game that was on, no matter what league it was. They loved it. They loved watching the games with his dad, and Mason teaching them everything about it.

Mason didn’t get pissed off on the pitch often, but you remembered last game he did and the boys saw. They also watched the North London derby where it got heated as well. They were learning this from football, which made sense now.

“Listen to me carefully, just because you see that being done in football does not mean you have to do it in real life. They are adults competing for points or a trophy, okay? You are kids, football is supposed to be fun, it is not serious. I’m really upset and disappointed with you guys, daddy and I never taught you to do this. We have raised you to be way better than this. How would you feel if a friend of yours calls you names and bullies you? It would not feel good right? You would be sad, is that right?” you asked them, raising your voice a bit.

They were both looking at you with teary eyes and their lips wobbling trying to hold in their tears. It broke your heart, you had never ever grounded them or punished them but to you this was unacceptable.

“I hate doing this to you boys but this behavior will not be tolerated okay?”

They both nodded their heads, tears falling from their eyes.

“Bad behavior means bad consequences, so I’m sorry but no football for a week.”

They both gasped and looked at you with wide eyes. You knew you could take aways their iPads, their toys, their Pokémon cards, and they would not care at all because they could play football with Mase or just watch it and they would be fine. You needed them to know this was serious and there would be zero tolerance for this behavior.

“I’m not taking you to watch daddy’s game tomorrow, you will not watch the other games this weekend, and no playing outside with the ball.” You stated making them frustrated.

“Mommy that is not fair!” Sebastian raised his voice, crying.

“It’s not? Well, you should’ve thought of that before bullying someone.”

You ended the conversation and told them to go to their rooms to read what the teacher had assigned them.

You were tidying up the kitchen, the living room and putting away the left-over food for Mase.

The whole afternoon, you were thinking if maybe no football was too harsh. Your parents were always very strict with you. If you got grounded, you always learned from it and never did it again. You wanted them to learn and never do that again. Mason was always softer with them which annoyed you. They would always convince him to let them go to a friend's house even after not doing their school work, if you would say no they would go to him and he would let them making you the bad cop.

Time went by and you heard the front door open indicating Mason was home. Your twin boys were excited to have him back after not seeing him all day. They ran up to him and hugged his leg.

“Hi daddy!” they both squealed.

“Hi, my boys, how are you?” He knelt down to hug them back. “Where is mommy” he asked both and they looked at each other worriedly. “Kitchen” Oliver responded.

“What’s wrong?” he asked them.

“Mommy grounded us.” Seb said looking at Mase with sad eyes, the same sad eyes that would convince him to let them do anything. “Yea she said not football for a week, and that we could not go tomorrow to the game.” Oliver continued with puppy eyes.

You were hearing the whole conversation, hoping Mason would put two and two together, how you were grounding them because they were in fact bullying someone.

“So you were bullying someone?” he asked them.

“Yea…” Oliver said, looking down at Mason’s lap.

Mason was pissed, pissed at his boys for behaving like that but also at the fact that you had a conversation with them without him.

“Go back to your room, I will be up there in a minute to talk to both of you.” Mason said more seriously now.

Sebastian and Oliver climbed up the stairs and went back to their room shutting the door with their head hanging low.

“Babe?” Mason called out for you.

“Kitchen” you responded.

He entered the kitchen, not giving you a kiss like he usually would, but instead ready to talk about what happened.

“You already talked with them? Without me?” he asked, you could tell he was upset about it.

“Yea, I did. I had to, I wanted to know what had happened and why they were doing it.” You said approaching him, ready to hug him.

He backed away a little, making you stop in your tracks.

“What is this, no football for a week and they can’t go see me tomorrow at the game?” he asked, frowning.

“Their punishment?” you said it as if it was obvious.

“And don’t you think that is something we should agree on?”

“You don’t agree on punishing them?” you asked confused.

“I agree they should get punished, but not like that babe. Of course, they have to go tomorrow, it’s my first UCL home game.” He said putting down his wash bag on the kitchen counter.

“I understand Mase but this is the only way they will learn…” you said trying to make him understand.

“What about no IPad for a week? That seems more reasonable-“

“Mason, they don’t care about their iPad and their toys. They barely use it. They are bullying a kid, do you not see how serious that is? If they are getting grounded, they have to learn after” you said, getting irritated at him questioning your punishment.

“Of course I know how serious it is, but it’s my game Y/n, it’s important for me” he said trying to make you understand his point.

“And how else would you ground them? This is the only thing they care about, the only thing they would feel as something harsh. I know you are used to forgiving their actions but this time I’m not letting it slide.” You said turning on your heel ready to go to your shared bedroom.

“I’m not gonna let it slide Y/n, but they are going to the game. I will talk to them-“

“Talk to them? That is your punishment? You will talk to them, let them give you the same puppy eyes they give you every time they want something, and you can never say no? And then I always look like the mean parent afterwards because I’m the one that has to put them in check?” you interrupted him. You were annoyed. You always wanted them to be good boys, but without consequences for their actions how could they be?

“Why are you making it seem as if I don’t ever put my foot down?” he asked angrily.

“Because you don’t Mason, I’m always the one “parenting” them.” You replied.

“Well, that should say a lot about their behavior in school…” he said, almost whispering it because he knew he would regret it.

You couldn’t believe he went so low as to blame you for all of this.

“Excuse me?”

He didn’t answer anything. The room was silent, and you both were upset with one another. He was upset that you didn’t want to take them tomorrow, and you were upset at him for not putting his foot down and basically blaming you for their behavior.

“You know what’s funny?” you finally spoke up with tears in your eyes. “They learned this from football.”

Mason looked at you, regretting even more what he had said.

“I asked them where they learned this, and they said daddy and football players always fight on the pitch, so they thought it was okay.”

Mason’s face dropped. “Babe-“he tried to say sorry but you cut him off.

“I am trying to raise them as gentlemen and the most respectful, kind, humble boys like you were raised too. I’m not doing this to piss them off or to annoy you, I am not taking them tomorrow. If you want them to go to the game then call your brother or your mom and ask them to take them.” With that you finally turned around and headed back to your room.

—

Mason was pacing around the kitchen, replaying everything in his head. He had been a douche. He knew you were a good mother. He knew that you always wanted what was best for him and the kids. He felt awful about how the whole thing went down.

Once he gathered his thoughts, he went upstairs to talk to the kids. As much as he wanted them to go to the game, he knew he had to put his foot down at some point. Once he entered the room, the twins were both doing schoolwork.

Mason sat down at the edge of their bed and indicated to them to join him. He was upset, he wanted them to know how upset they had made you and him with their behavior.

Mason talked to them for a long time, trying to make them understand how what they see football players do, they don’t have to do it. They both cried again after hearing their dad being as upset as mommy was. They both promised Mason they would never do that again and Mason saying he believed them.

“Does this mean we can go to the game tomorrow?” Oliver asked, rubbing his eyes.

Mason saw their puppy eyes and their little pouts, he wanted to say, “YES YOU CAN GO.” But he wanted to respect your decision. “No mate, mommy is really upset and if she thinks this is the best punishment then I agree.”

It would suck for Mase not having you three there. He loved seeing his little team at the box supporting him every weekend. This weekend though, he knew you were right, they didn’t deserve the privilege of being there.

After their conversation, Mason took them downstairs to eat some dinner. You never went downstairs to eat dinner with them. He knew you were still mad at him.

“Where is mommy?” Sebastian asked after taking a bite of his sandwich.

“She’s upstairs I think, she was tired.” Mason lied, knowing full well you were probably still upset not wanting to see him.

“Is she still mad at us?” Oliver asked Mason

“No mate, she is more disappointed. She always wants you guys to be great boys and treat everyone with respect, and you didn’t do that with Matthew.”

The twins looked upset now, realizing they had disappointed you.

“I’m sorry Daddy.” Oliver said with teary eyes.

“I know you are baby.” Mason replied.

All three of them heard your footsteps, coming down the stairs. Once you entered the kitchen your heart wanted to melt at the sight of your three boys eating dinner together.

“Hi mommy” Sebastian said hesitantly.

“Hi my love” you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek, and doing the same with Oliver.

“Did you like the dish?” you asked Mason, who was eating the dish he had requested in the morning.

Mason smiled at you replying with a yes, and you didn’t smile back at him, turning around and grabbing leftovers from lunch. You ate in silence, listening to your boys and Mase talk to each other. You were still upset at him, you didn’t want to be, but his comment hurt you.

“Boys, before you go upstairs, I need to talk to you.” You said before they stood up to go back to their room.

Mason was curious, so he stayed in his place ready to listen as well.

“Tomorrow, I will drop you off and the first thing you will do when we get to your class is apologize to Matthew. I already talked to his mom and told her this wouldn’t happen again, and I also told her you two would apologize first thing in the morning.” You said looking intensely at both, so they understood.

They both replied with “Yes mommy” and went upstairs to get ready for bed.

You grabbed their plates and yours to place in the dishwasher.

Mason came up to you, hugging you from behind. “I’m really sorry about earlier baby” he said, kissing your neck and resting his chin on your shoulder.

You didn’t say anything, still placing all the utensils in the dishwasher. “Babe please-“ Mason tried to say.

“Mason I’m tired, I’ve been stressed the whole day about this situation. I really don’t want to have this conversation right now.” You said turning around.

He respected your decision. He knew he had to give you space and let you have peace for a bit. You lightly kissed his cheek to indicate you appreciated his response.

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The whole night was awful. Both of you didn’t cuddle before falling asleep, didn’t talk about each other’s days like you usually do, you just went to bed and completely ignored each other.

Once you got up, you did your usual morning routine. Get yourself ready, get the boys ready and pack their lunch. The morning went on by as usual, Mason saying goodbye and leaving for Carrington.

The whole night you were debating whether to take them to the game. It always meant a lot to Mason having you there and you knew that.

The drop off went well. You made sure the boys apologized to Matthew, and you talked to his mom again apologizing for their behavior. You also told their teacher to call you if it ever happened again. Mrs. Adams assured you she would.

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You were back at school hours later to pick them up. You were nervous, you wanted Mrs. Adams to tell you there was no bullying today but what if they hadn’t learn?

“How did they do today?” you asked Mrs. Adams.

“Oh, darling, they were amazing. They played with Matthew the whole day, do not worry about it anymore.” You felt the relief washing over your body as soon as she said that.

“Okay that’s good.” You sighed.

“Yea don’t worry. I think they learned their lesson. I was surprised to know it was them, they have always been good boys, top of their class, very respectful. You are doing a good job momma” Mrs. Adams said to you rubbing your arm.

“Thank you so much.” You smiled at her.

You took the boys back to the car and helped them get into their car seats.

The drive home, both were talking about how much fun they had playing with their new friend Matthew and asking if they could take him to a game.

After giving it a lot of thought, you decided you would take them to the game, and call Matthew’s mom and invite them as well. You knew the twins had learned their lesson and you wanted to do something nice for Matthew and his mom as an “I’m sorry”.

Once you called her and made sure she was available, you let the boys know and they started squealing.

“Thank you, mommy!” Sebastian screamed running up to you and hugging you. Oliver, jumping up and down, ran towards you to hug you as well.

“Okay, okay” you laughed at their excited little bodies.

“Listen to me, this is no reward for bad behavior, okay? You are still not allowed to watch other games on the telly this week, but we are going to support daddy because he needs us.” They both nodded their heads.

“And we are also doing this for Matthew okay? I want you to be nice to him, show him around and have a good time yea?” they were both jumping up and down from excitement making your heart melt.

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You got the boys ready, dressing them with the full united kit Mason had gotten for them and bringing an extra one for Matthew. You met the little boy and his mother at the stadium car park and led them to the box.

The three boys were so excited to see the game and cheer on the team.

Matthew’s mother had told you thank you a thousand times already, being very grateful at the opportunity given how Matthew is a big Manchester United fan.

Once the players walked on to the pitch, Seb and Oliver started yelling to Mason. He turned his head around and saw his little team in the box, making him smile from ear to ear.

He was grateful you brought them to the game. He always felt much better and more confident knowing he had you guys there for him.

The game was amazing, with a last-minute goal winner from Mason. You were so proud of him. It had taken him a while to click with the team and he deserved his goal. The boys were even more excited and ecstatic than before.

Once the game was done, you all waited for Mason in the players lounge, greeting the other girls and their kids.

Once you spotted Mason, you told Seb and Oliver, making them jump and run towards him. Mason picked both of them up and hugged them tightly.

“Did you like that goal?” he asked, smiling at them, both screaming yes.

“Look daddy, we brought our new friend.” Oliver said, pointing at Matthew.

Mason placed the twins on the ground, approaching the little boy. “Hello mate, how are you?” he said, hugging him. “Hi, I’m Matthew,” he said, smiling with excitement. “You are his favorite player.” His mom said, making Mason smile. “Is that so?” Mason asked the boy, “yea..” he replied shyly.

Mason took pictures with him and his boys to capture the night. He talked to him for a little bit before saying goodbye to Matthew and his mother. Once they left, Oliver and Sebastian started playing with Luke’s son.

“Hi baby” he said, placing his hands on your neck ready to kiss you. You hadn’t been able to talk to each other since the game ended.

“Hi babe” you replied smiling and leaning in to kiss him. You kissed him lovingly, not for long since you were in public, but long enough.

After kissing he hugged you, burying his face on your neck giving you little pecks. You had your arms around his shoulders hugging him tightly.

“Thank you for bringing them.” You heard him say. “I really appreciate it.”

He pulled away so he could look at you. “And I’m sorry about last night. I was out of line. I got upset because the thought of not having you guys here…I don’t know I need you guys.” Mason told you.

“I know baby, I know you are sorry.” You said resting your forehead on his.

“What I do on the pitch, I do it for you guys, no one else.”

“I know.” You looked up at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“You have been an amazing parent, okay? I need to learn from you, I don’t know how their little pout and puppy eyes don’t get to you.” He said jokingly, making you giggle.

“Trust me they do, it’s so hard.” You say shaking your head and laughing.

“But we are a team, yea? We’ve done a pretty good job with them.”

“Yes, we have.” You lean in again and kiss him, this time for a longer time not caring about the other people in the room.

---

After picking up some Mac Donald’s on the way home from the stadium, you all sat down in the living room to eat and watch a movie together. The boys had created a mini mattress of pillows on the floor and you and mason were curled up on the sofa.

“Daddy tomorrow uncle Declan plays at 8” Sebastian said suddenly, remembering he had promised Dec to watch his games too.

“I know, sucks for you mate but you are not watching it remember...?” Mason said, smirking to himself. You wanted to giggle at his response but covered your mouth.

“But-“ Oliver tried to say but Mason wasn’t having it.

“No games this week besides mine okay? Let’s keep watching the movie Little monsters.”

They both gave up and continued watching the movie.

Mason looked down at you, you were smirking at the fact he finally put his foot down.

“You're learning” you whispered

“Always, form the best” he whispered back at you, kissing your temple.

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The ShopKeep and the Hobbyist [J.T]

Summary: Jason's been going to this bookstore for long enough that he's developed a bit of a reputation with them. If only the cute cashier would understand he's trying to flirt but as fate would have it, one knife chase later, and maybe they're more than worker and costumer. Pairing: Jason Todd x Male!Reader WC: 7.3k TW: use of fag but its a quote

Jason traveled out of Gotham once a week, always on a Sunday, always to the same location for three entire hours. Everyone knew that Sunday from noon to four— accounting for traffic and eating out that might happen, that Jason was absolutely unavailable. Unless you physically went to track him down.

But that’s yet to happen.

It’s Sunday and Jason arrived at the normal spot earlier than usual. Traffic was amazing, no accidents on the way out of Gotham, and the highway was thankfully void. He parked his bike in his normal spot, right in front of the store, and lifted the visor to the helmet before heading inside.

The Open Book had always welcomed Jason, even when the shop was closed in the middle of a blizzard. And he helped where he could (Wayne Enterprises always made a large monthly donation to the shop and for some odd reason, someone had gifted the shop a fake bird that is able to stop any thefts(odd)).

“New shipment came in today,” The store owner's grandson greeted him, leaning across the counter to grab at the basket of free candies the shop offered. “Snagged this vintage-looking book collection for ya.” Ever since word that a Wayne kid visits the bookshop, sales have grown so it’s hard keeping certain items in stock. Especially the fancy-looking titles.

“Do tell,” He grabs a bite-sized chocolate and rips the packet open while you set your lollipop wrapper into your apron pocket before ducking under the counter.

“Shits heavy,” You grunt, slamming the box onto the table and read the label. “Uhh, ‘William Shakespeare, Comedies, Histories, & Tragedies. Published According to the True Originall Copies, 1623.’ Original is spelled wrong, though,” You look up at him and pause at his wide-eyed, clearly shocked expression.

“Shakespeare fan?” You ask, opening the flap to the box. “There’s a bunch of them in here. I think this was someone’s collection.”

“Do you know how much it’s worth?” Jason laughs, peering into the box, and then whistles.

“Probably a hundred at the most,” You shrug and he slaps the table with a loud Ha! that makes you look at him, crossing his arms. “Fifty?”

“Try nine mil,” The lollipop falls from your mouth as you look from Jason to the book collection.

“For all of it?” You gape.

“For the top book,” He corrects. “Thank god you snagged it before someone who cared did.”

“Yeah,” You sigh, staring at the book and taking in all of the details. That’s more than you’ll ever make in a lifetime. “What should I do? Do you want it?”

“Want it like I need air,” He admits, handing you another lollipop. “But you should probably auction it, get a stack and whatnot.”

“Grams would get pissed,” You shake your head and slide the box towards him. “Believes books should be read, not stored as an artifact, yknow? Think she marked this box as a hundred, want me to ring it up?” He looks at you and takes his helmet off so you can fully see his are you stupid? look that’s plastered on his face.

“(Y/n),” Jason slides the box back. “This is worth more than every single book in here!” And as much as he pained Jason to say that, he knew it was true. With over two entire floors filled with books, they were but a drop in the bucket compared to that singular box sitting between the two of you.

“It’s just paper and ink,” You shrug, staring at the box. “Besides, she’d get mad if I did and I can’t exactly hide nine million dollars!” Sighing through his nose, he agrees to buy the box and has you set it aside while he goes about shopping.

“You’re staring,” Someone tells him as they walk past and his head spins around to see who it is. It’s one of your younger sisters, around twelve or thirteen, if he remembers right.

“Wasn’t,” He tells her and picks up a book. “I was looking at this book!” She turns back to him and raises her eyebrows at the title before grinning.

“Didn’t take you as an Ice Breaker fan,” She chides and walks away while Jason stares at the book. It could’ve been basically any other book. Putting the book back, Jason returns to his actual book shopping which only takes ten or so minutes. He knows his bag is going to be heavy with the Shakeseapre books so he can’t get too many other books this week.

“Light load,” You comment, scanning the books. “You bought this one a month ago, too.” You note, holding off on scanning A Good Girls Guide to Murder.

“My sister wants to read it,” He explains, flipping through the pages. “And she likes to dogear pages.” Cringing, you scan the book and read him his total before leaning against the counter. It’s a large enough counter that most of your body can rest against it while he pays while you use your phone to order some lunch.

“That place sucks ass,” Jason comments as he’s putting his card away. You roll your eyes and look up at him.

“I’m hungry as shit and there’s no good places around within a reasonable price, this place has decent grilled cheeses.” You justify and he finishes paying.

“What would you have gotten?” He muses, leaning against the counter so the two of you are face to face. Staring at the sad picture of a grilled cheese you huff.

“Five guys,” You admit, looking back at him. He nods, silently urging you to continue while looking you up and down, his eyes slowly moving. You also don’t notice it or the small smile on his face when you don’t move away from him. “Strawberry milkshake and grilled cheeseburger.” You finished.

“No fries?” He asks and you shake your head.

“I don’t really eat fries from there,” You admit, fiddling with the skin around your nails.

“Sounds good,” He tilts his head a bit, grinning so his canines are showing. He watches as your eyes dip once and then twice to his lips before they finally stay on his face.

“It’s fucking good. An arm and a leg, but still,” Standing up, you groan and stretch. He stands up too and puts on his helmet. You watch and wait for him to dip his head down before giving his head two pats. For good luck, of course.

When he leaves, you return to your seat and look over the shop. There’s a dozen or so people inside, some people who are clearly not there for books as they’re recording those random interviews with the tiny microphones and such. You should really stop them, maybe put up a sign or something. But they’re leaving anyway. So it doesn’t really matter.

“Did you kiss?” Your sister asks, walking over to grab one of the candies.

“Girl,” Your face scrunches and she tosses the wrapper at you but it falls short.

“Just saying, seemed awfully close.” She shrugs. “I would’ve made a move on him a long time ago.”

“You’re ten.” Huffing, she huffs back and puts her hands on her hips.

“Nineteen,” She corrects. Making a talking motion with your hand, she smacks it away and throws a fireball candy at you. “That’s why you’re forty and a virgin!”

“Neither of those are true,” You stress, tossing the candy back into the bowl. “And didn’t you just get dumped by some loser who said he’d absolutely eat a turducken covered in chocolate?” She rolls her eyes and walks behind the counter to sign into work.

“I dumped him,” She corrects. “Unlike your failed relationship with the guy who wanted you to pretend to be a woman.”

“Too low,” You sigh, shaking your head. “Too low.”

—

With your lunch break in full swing, you’re upstairs in the break room watching some crappy straight-to-DVD movie your father had bought years back while eating the very sad grilled cheese when the door opens. Half expecting it to be another family member, you don’t look away from the TV and give a small hey but when no one replies you look towards the door and hum surprised to see Jason there. Even more so on who let him in

“Missed me?” You grin, watching as he closes the door behind him and rolls his eyes.

“Little delivery,” He corrects and motions for you to turn back to the movie. You do, albeit a bit hesitant to do so, but you try not to look back when you hear him getting closer. “Close your eyes, too.” He adds when you look as far back as you can without turning your head. Groaning, you cover your eyes with your hand just to prove you’re not peeking and hear him set something down on the spot next to you.

“See you next week!” He pats your back before snatching the half-eaten grilled cheese from your hand and you take it as a sign you can open your eyes. You’re not even upset he’s eating your lunch, it wasn’t good. Looking at what he had set down, you see the familiar white and red bag and crack a smile.

“You got me Five Guys?” Your head whips to the door but it’s already shutting and you can hear his heavy boots quickly running down the stairs. Turning back to the bag, you pull your phone out and scroll to find his contact.

Thank you

we feast tonight

The two of you don’t text much, mostly if he had forgotten something in the shop or given him a heads-up that the bookstore was closed for the day. Hell, his contact name is still Jason (bookstore fav). But he reads it immediately and thumbs up the last text.

This grilled cheese sucks by the way

It feels like plastic

Probably is lol

While Jason is very much a regular at the shop, you don’t really remember when he first started to frequent the shop. Just that one Sunday, you had seen the time and noticed he was late to the shop. He’d come in almost three hours later than he normally did and watched as you sighed, tossing his favorite candy at him before ushering him to the counter. He listened as you told him that next time he is late he needs to text or you’d send out an amber alert yourself.

He truly hadn’t thought anyone had noticed the change in his routine. Especially someone he only saw once a week. It had been a really shitty night for him and an ever-shitter morning, feeling like a ghost wandering through Gotham, living in a life he never should have.

He apologized with a grin and gave you his number. He also spent a little extra time in the shop, loving the familiar smell around him. He loves the bookstore more than he loves his guns, more than he loves most things really. It’s the only normal thing in his life and truly, Jason doesn’t know what he’d do without it. Without you, honestly. He’s only ever there when you are and a place is only as welcoming as the people inhabiting it.

Which is why he’d picked up the 2 am phone call so fast.

“Jason?” You whisper shout into the phone. He can hear some harsh wind and some distant shouts in the background, but it took much less than that for him to abandon his patrol and start over to you. “Shit— I’m sorry but I don’t know who else to call.” You add, the clarity hitting that during an emergency you called the guy who lived nearly half an hour away on a good day.

“It’s okay, doll,” He replies and you dare to glance behind you. Maybe they’d given up by now, but no. “What’s wrong?” He asks as you round a corner. “Where are you?” He quickly adds and you glance at the road signs.

“Uhh, heading towards Second Ave and Belcher Street. My friend's boyfriend thinks she’s cheating with me and him and his friends are chasing me,” You explain.

“Guns?” He asks, already leaving the Gotham border.

“No,” You huff, the strain of running heavy on your chest. “Just knives.”

That’s good, he tells himself. Distance is what you should be focusing on. But he knows that the regular person cannot run for nearly as long as he can and realistically, you’re bound to get tired much sooner than multiple people.

“Is there a crowd nearby?” You can hear some muffling to his voice but that’s honestly the least of your issues. “Maybe a club or hospital.” He adds when you don’t respond fast enough.

“No,” You strain. “Just apartments and shit. God, fuck! Do you think I should climb the fire escape?” There are several ahead of you, and one of them is low enough for you to grab.

“Can you?” He asks.

“Yeah— yeah,” Jumping up, you pull yourself up and start climbing up to the roof. “Shit, I’m really high up,” You pant, daring to look over the edge and see the guys climbing up. “They’re climbing up,” You tell him, quickly backing away and trying to find an exit. What type of roof doesn’t have a fucking exit?

“I’ve seen people jump from roof to roof,” You're thinking out loud at this point, trying to find some type of solution to your stupid idea. “Can’t be that hard, right?”

“Depends on the distance,” He truthfully tells you and you look at the two nearby roofs.

“Definitely too far. I’m fucked.”

“Still on Second and Blecher?” He asks and you mutter a yeah when you see them reach the roof.

“They’re up,” You mumble. “I could jump and live, yeah?” Glancing to your left, you see a dumpster and reassure yourself that you’d be fine.

“Do you think you can come back down the fire escape?” He asks. “Is there one behind the building?” Looking behind you, you let out a loud sigh.

“Yeah— yes, heading down.” Rushing down as fast as you can, you reach the ground as they’re in the middle and run back into the main road.

“Head back down the way you came,” Jason instructs. He’s only five minutes away at this point, maybe three if he tries hard enough. He just needs you to buy five more minutes.

“Okay,”

Running for what felt like an eternity, your legs are burning and your chest is tight. Maybe that one time you lied during your physical exam was coming back to bite you.

But they’re still chasing you and Jason is still guiding you. You’re sure you’re about to pass out when a motorcycle drifts in front of you.

“Red Hood?” You gape, panting. The fuck?

“Come on,” You hear him and Jason say. You’ll worry about that once you’re away from those absolute track-and-field freaks chasing you. Getting on the motorcycle, he holds your thigh with one hand before pulling off.

The ride is silent as you’re catching your breath and just making sure you’re okay in general. Aside from the insane burn in your calves, you’re fine. The ride does a lot to calm you down, by the time he reaches the shop your head is pressed to his back and you’re holding him not as tight as you were before.

“I don’t know your address,” He admits and you laugh into his back. After all that happened it’s a little humorous that your biggest issue is Jason getting your address. You give it to him and it takes him a second but he has the route mapped out before he pulls back onto the street.

“I’m staying the night.” He tells you as you get off of the bike. You don’t protest, not in the slightest. You’re far too tired to do so anyway. Instead, you wave him over and head upstairs. He tries to hide his helmet from the camera view but you tell him they don’t work.

“This guy got robbed two days ago; whole building found out the cameras are fake,” You explain while leaning against the elevator wall.

“And you feel safe?” He incredulously asks, looking you over. Even buildings in Gotham have working cameras.

“I have a gun,” You shrug while he looks at you with more of an analyzing gaze, a little surprised you’d have a gun. “And no valuables. My electronics are all secondhand for that exact reason.”

“So, steal the couch?” He jokes.

“If it can fit through the door, it’s yours!” Patting his arm, you exit the elevator and fish out your keys. Thankfully you hadn’t dropped them during the chase.

“What happened?” He asks as soon as you close and double lock the door. Looking at him, you drop your phone and keys onto the kitchen island before heading back to the door.

“My friend, Gina,” You start with a sigh, kicking your shoes off. “She used to be my beard in high school. But we never officially broke up, I guess because she posted a story saying happy six-year anniversary. With a bunch of pictures of us together. Her boyfriend saw and he’s always been…” Rolling your hand, you open your closet and grab a new outfit. “He thinks I’m lying ‘bout being gay. Because I’m too… I dunno what he thinks. But he says I don’t look gay and he’s never seen me with a guy before.” You explain with a huff. “Not my fault I’ve been single for two years, y'know. I got school and work and whatever!” Slamming the closet shut, you sigh and apologize.

“I’m gonna take a shower, feel free to snoop and prod. And take the boots off, I just moped.”

“Course,” He doesn’t move an inch as he unties his boots and walks to the shoe rack to set them down. You thank him and head into the bathroom.

“If you gotta piss or shit, go ahead. I got a curtain and a strong scent blaster plugged in.” You tell him at the doorway to the bathroom.

“Noted.” He laughs but it drops once the door closes.

He finds himself making sure the windows are locked and the curtains are properly drawn. He grabs his phone and saves your address into his personal map before he goes to check to see what type of security measures you have. And there’s not many, just a gun that’s badly hidden in your bedside table and the extra lock on the door.

But there’s not much to the apartment, the decor is extremely minimal but he remembers you talking about saving to buy a house in the countryside. Or at least outside of a city. Own land and all that.

He can’t decide if that’s good or not, there’s nothing to steal for sure, but it’s also really sad. There’s no personal touch to your apartment, it reminds him of one of his safe houses.

He settles himself into the couch once he’s checked over everything, listening to the sounds of the shower and eventually, he hears the shower turn off.

When you return to the living room in a pair of shorts, you’re a little surprised that Jason is still there.

“Bruce Wayne as Batman makes a lotta sense,” Opening the fridge, you pull out two water bottles before setting them on the counter.

“(Y/n),” Jason stops that conversation. “You should file a police report.”

“Fuck is that gonna do?” You huff, closing the fridge and opening the freezer to grab a popsicle. “Gina will hate me, cops will just forget to file it, and then I get harassed.”

“They tried to kill you,” He stresses, blocking you from moving away from the fridge. You stare at him, a little upset that he’s caring so much. You feel bad for even calling him and sending him out of his way. And now he’s staying for who knows how long. Not to mention now you know his biggest secret— a family secret at that, one that you can tell one person, and suddenly the whole world knows.

“Happens every day,” You shrug but honestly, yeah, that shit scared you. His face drops and he snatches the popsicle from your hand before tossing it on the counter to your left.

“No. Not to you. Not to most people. So what if Gina hates you afterward? Do you want a friend that’s known you since high school who would rather side with her crazy boyfriend?”

“Of course not!” You groan. “But it’s Gina. She’s always been there and— and this is a one-time thing,”

“You sound ridiculous,” He tells you as he walks out of the small kitchen and into the living room. “Trying to kill someone isn’t a fucking one-off. It’s a crime, a legit crime. Has Gina even checked if you’re okay?” He points to the phone that’s still on the counter; the same phone he knows for a fact hasn’t buzzed once.

“No.” There's no need to check your phone, you already know there’s nothing from her. She’d never text you first. He nods as if to say there’s your answer.

“Look, Jason. It was scary as fuck,” You admit. “But I’m good. And I thank you, but you should go home. I just…” Looking off to the wall. “I don’t know why I called you, I feel like shit for dragging you away from your home.”

“I was spending my night watching Harley and Ivy dry hump in front of a newly exploded power plant. You didn’t take me away from shit.” He blinks before heading to the couch. “Besides, it’s too late to drive back. I’m beat,”

“You’re lying,” You deadpan, tossing a water bottle between your hands.

“Am I?” He fake yawns, leaning back on the couch. “Can I get a blanket?” Clearly, he’s not going to leave, and it would be bad as a host to not make him comfortable. Asshole.

“Fine,” He grins as you walk away.

“Oh and Jason, Gram’s told me about the payment plan you set up. Taking advantage of a woman who can’t speak English is rude. She thinks you’re paying five dollars a week for some back dues you owe.” It was actually five hundred thousand dollars a week, which was absurd but hey, if he insists.

“It’s just nine million,” He calls back. “Not even my money and B won’t notice it’s gone.”

Just nine million, you repeat to yourself as you find a suitable blanket. It’s one of those thick fur blankets with a tiger on the front.

“The couch is a pull-out, by the way.” Heading back into the living room, you tuck the blanket under your arm. “I’ve used it like once. It’s pretty comfortable unless you want the bed.” You add, setting the blanket on the edge of the couch. There’s no coffee table, you don’t see a reason for one.

“I can sleep on gravel, doll. I’m fine, thank you.” For some reason, his eyes are having a hard time staying on your face but you’re busy walking back into the kitchen to notice.

“If you’re hungry make anything, I’m going grocery shopping in two days anyway.” Tossing the popsicle back into the freezer, you lean against the counter and watch him. It’s a little staring contest you have going on. His eyelashes are nice, real pretty boy-esque.

The silence and tension in the apartment is broken by four rapid knocks to the front door followed by a worried: “(Y/n)?”

“Gina,” You tell Jason as he’s already off of the couch and halfway to the front door by the time you stand up straight. When you walk up behind him you pause, when did he have time to grab a gun? But he’s looking through the peephole before looking back to you and holding up two fingers. You almost laugh, this isn’t some military operation; just a… friend? at your door.

“Please,” Gina says through the door. “We just— K wants to apologize,” Huffing, you look at Jason who’s standing behind the door, one hand on the top lock. He truly doesn’t want to unlock it, but it’s your apartment. Your call.

“Says who?” K snaps, his voice a lot more muffled than hers is.

“You’re going to fucking apologize.” She snaps right back.

He raises an eyebrow and you nod to the door against your better judgment. He unlocks the door and stands in front of them, really standing over them with his damn height, the arm holding the gun hidden behind the door. You can basically hear Gina pause when she sees him.

“Who are you?” Gina asks, looking him up and down.

“A friend.” He answers simply and then looks over to you. “Your friend is here.”

“Thanks, Jay.” You smile and usher him into your bedroom with two quick glances. “Gina,” You greet a little harshly as you stand at the door. “Kyle.” You look at him for only a second.

“It’s K.” He corrects.

“Can we come in?” She asks, stepping forward. “I explained everything to K and he’s sorry.” She looks back at him and he’s just standing there with this stupid look on his face.

“Is he?” You ask, looking at Kyle. “Because when he was screaming: I knew you weren’t a fag; I’m gonna cut your dick off; stop running bitch; and since you wanna pretend you’re a fag come and taste our dicks he just didn’t seem real sorry.” She cringes, he hadn’t said that part through the yelling they were doing.

“I don’t wanna lose you,” She places a hand on the door, not that you were planning on closing it just yet. “Let us in and he’ll apologize.” Sighing, you look at her and frown. Between not even texting to see if you’re okay and then coming over with the audacity to think that a fucking apology would smooth things over, you were peeved.

“You’re losing one of us tonight. Him or me.” She takes a step back and frowns, her eyebrows knitting as your words settle in her. But at that moment, you knew the friendship was over. It shouldn’t ever take that long for an answer like that.

“(Y/n), he’s sorry!” She almost shouts, shouting as if you had given her this impossible task. You want to reply, you want to yell, and to get into it then and there. But it’s no use. Your neighbors are sleeping, you’re tired, and far from a mood where you want to interact with them. As such, you close the door and put the locks back on.

She shouts some things from the other side but you’re not listening as you enter your bedroom.

Jason was standing right next to the door, startling you. If he hadn’t been so close you wouldn’t have seen him in the darkness.

“Is that a requirement for vigilantes?” You ask, clutching your chest in an exaggeration. “Y’all are fucking spooky,” Tossing yourself onto your bed, you stare up at him.

“She’s still at the door,” He ignores the comment on his family business once again. Instead, his eyes trained on your front door, watching and waiting to see what their next move is going to be. You hope for their sake it’s leaving because his hand is still on the safety of his gun.

“Not like they can get in,” You shrug, laying flat on your back. “I never give my key to anyone and it takes a full round of bullets to break the door.”

“You know that how?” He asks, setting his gun down on the dresser.

“Last year my neighbor's crazy ex tried to break in but the door didn’t budge.”

“Of course,” His head dips back into the bedroom, watching you. “Sleep, I’ll be in the living room.”

“Okay,” Turning your head to look at him, you grin. “If you get nightmares, the bed is free.” Patting the empty space, Jason rolls his eyes with a grin and leaves the room. “Your gun?” You call after him, staring at the handgun still on your dresser.

“I have two more!” He calls back.

“How the fuck?” But he doesn’t answer.

—

The next morning you wake up to the sound of the front door closing. It stirs you, really, but you’re lucid enough to realize that hey, either Jason treated you like a one-night stand or someone had broken in.

Sitting up in the bed, you collect yourself for a moment and grab his gun on your way out. While you’re surely not as keen as Jason is, you like to think you’re observant enough. The door is locked again, so you figure he didn’t leave and someone didn’t break in.

“Jason?” You turn the corner to the kitchen and see him standing with a bag of Ihop, staring at you as if he’d gotten caught stealing from the cookie jar.

“Good morning,” His eyes flicker to the gun as you set it on the counter. A part of him is proud that you were hesitant enough to bring the gun with you. “I got breakfast.”

“Aw,” You grin. “Post hate crime meal!”

“That’s an insane sentence,” He tells you, unpacking what he had gotten. “I didn’t know what you’d like, so I got you blueberry pancakes, french toast, eggs, and bacon. And the orange juice,” He places two boxes and a large cup of orange juice in front of you, then the straw. But you’re just focused on the fact that you know for a fact that wasn’t a random order. You’d posted about that exact order once before. Maybe a month or so ago.

“Oh,” You hum, looking at the food and then at him. “That’s sweet. Thank you.” He hums back, dropping the bag down to the floor, and takes his food. He’d gotten strawberry pancakes, hash browns, an omelet, and a coffee.

Now you feel bad for not having a coffee table.

“Wanna watch something while we eat?” You point your thumb toward the living room and he nods.

While in the middle of watching Breaking Bad, you get up to set the empty containers in the sink and the cup in the trash while Jason watches. He doesn’t really know what to do, he wants to sleep, having stayed up the entire night in case anything happened but he’s enjoying his time with you. Even if the circumstances were… less than ideal.

“Do you work today?” He asks when you’re walking back.

“Depends if my sister calls out,” Sitting, you turn your body to look at him. “I work Wednesday through Sunday, most weeks, at least.”

“Are you going to make the report?” He also turns his body to you, watching as you toss your head back and sigh.

“Probably not,” You admit, looking back at him. “It’s more effort than I care to do,” He blinks, clearly disappointed but he’s not going to push.

“You should carry a weapon.” Jason’s not really asking, he’s telling you. “How good are you with a gun?”

“Not sure,”

“You bought a gun without training for it?” He asks, slowly as if he’s waiting for you to correct him and tell him that you actually go to the gun range in your free time.

“My dad got me it when I moved out.” You shrug, feeling a little ashamed because now he’s looking at you like you’re insane. “He said I needed protection and he doesn’t believe in mace or tasers.”

“Clearly you do!” He throws his hand up towards the door. “We’re going to the gun range today.”

“Jay!” You groan, nudging his leg with your foot. He grabs it and slides you down the couch. “I’m fine.” He just hums and leans over you, it doesn’t do much. Aside from shutting you up.

He’s staring at you, his eyes unwavering from yours while you can’t seem to settle on where to look. It’s making you nervous— he’s making you nervous. The proximity isn’t the biggest issue, no the issue is the fact that you don’t mind that he’s above you, his hand right next to your head, and for fucks sake his breathing is even.

“You’re going.”

“Yup,”

—

Weirdly enough, the shooting range wasn’t in some building. No, Jason had decided to drive the hour's ride to a private lot. While normally you don’t agree to be in the middle of butt fuck nowhere without your own means of leaving, you were willing to bend your rules this one time.

He has you help with setting up the cans and the body dummies, which are incredibly lifelike. A little creepy, but whatever floats his boat, you guess. He also puts up a new target sheet on a metal wall before he returns to hand you a handgun and ear mufflers.

“Don’t hold it like that,” He blinks as you’re pointing the gun directly at your foot. You’re not a fool, you’ve played a couple of shooter games before.

“The safety is on,” You justify but point it toward the ground instead. Just to keep him happy. He just sighs and grabs his own gun, pointing it toward the dummy.

“Stand like this,” He watches you from the corner of his eye as you mimic his stance. It’s a little uncomfortable but very technical. “A little straighter.” Fixing your posture he nods and drops his stance to adjust your grip on the gun. He takes your hands and adjusts them appropriately. “It’s not accurate for beginners, but I learned this way.” He explains as he steps behind you and lowers himself to your height. It’s hard when you’re not the same six foot-five that he is, but that’s neither here nor there.

With his line of sight that is the same as yours, he raises your hands a little higher and a little to the left. You trust his judgment, you’re no fool on how accurate Red Hood is with his guns.

It's silent, so silent that you can hear him breathing even through the heavy earmuffs. Whether you like it or not, you start to stop focusing on the task at hand and on him. He smells like your soap, too. It’s a little too domestic for the setting you’re in.

“Take it off of safety,” He instructs, taking two steps away. Doing as he says, you want to roll your shoulders back but you’re worried you’d lose the position. “Go ahead.” His arms cross as he stares ahead at the dummy and you catch the flex of muscle under his shirt.

Adjusting yourself as lowkey as you can, you close one eye and press the trigger. It's harder than you would’ve thought, giving you only a moment to back out. Following through, you let the recoil push you back a little before looking at the dummy. It didn’t hit the center of the head, instead grazing over the ear.

“Close,” Jason looks over at you as you’re rubbing your shoulder but stops when you catch him looking at you. “Again?”

—

“I mean,” One of your friends, Tasha, takes a long sip of her drink. “None of us wanted to say anything but Gina is a bitch.” Frowning, you push around your food with the back of your fork. What was supposed to be your friend group's monthly putting ended up becoming a major therapy session when they noticed that Gina wasn’t there.

“Yeah,” Dante gives you a sort of frown sort of smile. “But you’d been friends with her for longer than us, so it wasn’t really our place.”

“It’s crazy that it took her boyfriend trying to kill me to realize that, though.” It felt a bit weird, she’d always been in your life, and before the whole incident, you never would’ve thought you’d be without her. But life was the same, if not better with her gone. You didn’t realize how much you didn’t need her until now and honestly, you’re just upset it didn’t happen sooner.

Especially considering all of your other friends didn’t like her.

“Speaking of,” Alex cranes her neck to look at you. “Who’s Jason?” She grins as your eyes narrow. You’re not one to divulge about your life, especially over text.

“How do you know about him?” Setting your fork down, she snorts before digging back into her meal.

“Girl, I was the Uber Eats driver.” She explains and looks to the others who are clearly out of the loop. “My first order of the day, some guy named Jason with a blank profile. Whatever, right? I pick up the Ihop order— he knows your taste, cute.” She quickly adds. “And then, I get the address. I’m just thinking (Y/n) created a fake profile. Nah, bro!” She covers her mouth to stop her laughing and to stop any potential food from flying out of her mouth.

“I knock and this tall guy with this hot face scar opens the door. If he would’ve asked I would’ve taken the tip,” And she didn’t mean money.

“Clearly he already did!” Dante cackles, watching as you drown yourself in the soda you’d ordered. The others laugh while you have to do damage control.

“Jay’s a friend who happened to be in the neighborhood when Kyle was chasing me,” The three look at each other, ever aware of the fact that you’re staring at your plate while talking. They just assume the friend part is a lie. “And he spent the night. On the couch.” You add, looking at each of them to make sure that they understand.

“And ordered you breakfast in bed. And he left a hundred-dollar tip,” Alex swirls her pasta around her fork while the others gape at the news.

“Oh girl,” Tasha looks over at you. “He got a sister?”

“Too young for your old ass!” You laugh while she pretends to be offended. “His sisters are nineteen and eighteen.” You wondered if you should add Barbra to his list of family. But you think she’s more of an acquaintance than family. But you could be wrong.

“You know his family?” Tasha’s eyebrows furrow.

“I know of his family. Never met that before.”

“Ah, waiting for the one-year mark?” Alex nods as if she had caught the drift you are trying to get at.

“Oh my god,” Rolling your eyes, you lean back in your seat.

“What? You’re acting like you’re not attracted to that man. He’s fine as hell!” Alex pushes her hair behind her ear as she talks. “Might have to revoke your gay card.”

“I never said that, it’s just…” Rubbing your hands on your pants, your face scrunches. “He could be straight.” Now, you weren’t going to deny the fact that Jason was attractive. He was the embodiment of your personal preferences, but you were a chronic overthinker with these sorts of things. To the point where it needs to be spelled out for you to get any hints.

“He got you breakfast in bed.” Dante sounds out each word, putting an equal amount of extra emphasis on it. Just to make sure it really sinks in.

“I did that for you guys before!” You defend.

“Fine— fine, how do you know him?” Tasha asks and the others nod, happily awaiting your response.

“He comes into the shop every Sunday. He’s been coming for about four years, give or take.” You shrug and they blink at each other. This is why you’re still single.

“Isn’t he the one that bought you Five Guys last month?” Dante is now physically turned to you, his eyes wide and you grumble. You never told them about that.

“You’re lying,” Alex cackles. “That’s your man and you don’t wanna admit it. Five guys is expensive.”

“How about this?” Dante rolls his hand before you can even reply to Alex. “If one of Tasha’s friends got her an expensive lunch without asking, showed up to her job every single shift for four years, stayed with her after a traumatic night, got her breakfast, and didn’t leave until she was truly safe; how much platonic energy does that give you?”

“Not a lot, but—“

“Nah,” Dante holds your hands as he speaks. “I love you, so don’t take this the wrong way but you’re stupid as fuck. He wants you.”

“He wants the books I sell. And my friendship.”

“He wants to spread something other than pages.” He shakes his head and you snort. “Ask him out, if he says no. Then I owe you a grand.”

“You don’t have a grand.” You deadpan and he nods.

“I’m so sure he’ll say yes that I’m making that bet.”

“Fine,” You huff. “But if this ruins my friendship you all owe me lunch for a month.” Surprisingly, they all agree and you settle on asking him on the upcoming Sunday. So, the very next day.

—

“Why are your friends watching you?” Your sister asks as she walks behind you to grab one of the display books and swap it for a different one.

“Don’t worry about them,” You mutter, too busy watching the window; waiting for the motorcycle to stop in front of the store. She notices, of course, and stands behind you before deciding it was time to take her break and join your friends upstairs.

Eventually, you see his motorcycle pull up and sigh, fixing your apron but stop when you hear them snickering. This whole situation was stupid, that’s what you’ve decided. But you’ve made your bed, it was time to lie in it.

Jason walks in, his eyes immediately finding yours but you’re busy ringing someone up. He grabs the basket from the front of the shop and walks around the shop until he sees the line is gone.

“Jay,” You grin, holding onto the counter.

“(Y/n),” His eyes focus on your hands for a second before he grabs a chocolate from the basket. Glancing at your friends, you fix your posture and reassure yourself. “Anything new?” Typically, you’d already be talking about what’s new but there’s just this hanging silence.

“Nah,” You shake your head but still double-check the inventory log. “But we’re getting some um… science fiction stuff next week.” He’s not too big on those, maybe once in a blue moon he’ll actually buy one. He goes to talk but your phone dings before he can open his mouth. Watching as you grab your phone, your eyes scan over a text before you huff and silence it.

“I heard about…” You trail into a whisper. “The Riddler kidnapping, you okay?” Not the best way to lead into asking someone out, but hey. Could’ve been worse.

“I’m fine,” He nods. “Arms a little sore but I’ll live.”

“Long enough to go on a date with me?” You ask, a bit quicker than you intended but thankfully your words haven’t jumped up. He laughs, his eyes closing and you falter, glancing up at your friends for some type of support.

“That was a bold transition,” He settles himself down. “When are you free?”

“Oh shit, for real?” You grin. “I’m free Monday. Or whenever you are, really. My shifts are pretty flexible,”

“I’ll pick you up Monday,”

“I asked you on the date,” You huff. “I’m picking you up.” He crosses his arms and his eyes lower into a sort of unamused expression.

“You’ll pick me up, from Gotham?” He asks, just to make sure you know what you’d be signing up for. Truthfully, you hadn’t. And as such, you weigh your options— you don’t even have a car to offer to pick him up in. Damn.

“Fine, Monday at eight.” Giving in, he nods and glances around the shop.

“I don’t need a book today, see you tomorrow.” He looks you up and down, this time you watch as his eyes slowly drag down and tilt your head.

“Looking like you already wanna kiss me, Jay.” You joke as his eyes reach yours again.

“Since you offered.” He grins and sneaks one single kiss that lasts less than a second.

“I get off in thirty,”

#x male reader #x reader #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x male reader #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x male reader

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paigeishere · 1 year

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Favorite guy

Tewksbury x fem!reader

Part one

Overview: Tewksbury was true to his word. He definitely tried to make it up to you. Not with big extravagant gestures. But with small meaningful ones. Like bringing home your favorite flowers, making dinner, and coming home a little early just to see you. But you were still mad and hurt. However Tewksbury doesn’t want to talk about it he just wants you to forgive him.

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After a particular exhausting day with the duchess’s and ladies of the court you just wanted and hot shower and sleep. Walking home you felt on the verge of passing out on the side of the street. When you opened the door to your place you expected it to be empty. It was only 6 o’clock Tewksbury didn’t normally come home until 7 sometimes 8. Walking closer you noticed Tewksbury was there. He was sitting on the sofa mumbling to him self with a… You actually don’t know what is in his lap.

Tewksbury? Are you alright? You touch his shoulder and he turns quick.

Y/n! Oh I didn’t here you come in. He’s looking at you almost like he’s nervous.

Yeah I just got home. Are you alright? You ask him again.

No no I’m fine just uhh uhh hard day today. Oh wait I have something for you. He hands you the object he had in his lap before. Now you can really see it. It’s smaller about the size of your hand, rectangular, about and inch thick and it’s covered with wrapping paper.

You’re starting to feel bad. He’s really trying to get your forgiveness. But he’s doing it in ways you don’t care about. You just want to sit down and talk about it. But you rip the paper to discover it’s a small book titled the meaning and history of flowers. You flipped through the pages and notice everything is hand written. You flip back to the first page and see the name.

You wrote a book?

Not really. It’s not published or anything. This is the only copy. I filled that one up I’m starting a new one soon. He says this so nonchalantly like filling a 200 page book with pure facts on flowers isn’t worth being happy over published or not.

Tewksbury this is amazing! He flinches like really flinches. Hey what’s wrong.

Nothing nothing. It’s dumb.

Please talk to me Tewksbury please. Again he flinches

He sits back down and you sit with him. He opens his mouth to talk but no words come out. You know this is about. You’re fight a couple days ago. Ever since then he’s been acting strange.

He gets up and starts pacing in front of you and mumbling to him self again then suddenly he looks back at you and starts talking. Y/n listen I know you’re probably still mad and I would be to if the roles were flipped but please please forgive me I’ll do anything. I cant go on like this. Knowing that you hate me. I cant do it anymore. I need you to forgive me. Please I love you. You know I love you. I promise I will never do anything like that ever again. If I do you can discard me because that what I would deserve…

Tewksb…

No please stop. Don’t don’t. I hate that please.

What?

You calling me Tewksbury. it’s wrong. I don’t like it. He look almost like he’s in physical pain from your silence. Finally you pat the spot next to you telling him to sit and he does.

Listen. I love you. No matter how many fights we have I will always love you I could never even think about leaving you. I forgive you. For now but this is how we will start working through problems. Not with gifts okay?

Okay. But you got to say they were good gifts. He smirks and you laugh

Yes they were very good gifts. And finally for the first time in days you wrap your hands around his neck and kiss him. It’s messy and slight awkward because both of you can’t stop smiling. When you pull away he pouts and gives you one more quick peck before heading to bed with you favorite man in the world.

#viscount tewksbury #tewksbury x reader #lord tewksbury #viscount tewkesbury marquess of basilwether #enola homes 2 #enola holmes #louis partridge x reader #louis partridge

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novathestarrygalaxy · 25 days

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More than Friends [Park sunghoon x Female Reader]

Word Count: 5,482.

Warnings: None

Themes: Fluff, Childhood best friends to lover

Not Proofread since it lags a lot on mobile. I wrote this on laptop but I don't have access to it anymore.

Now Playing:I Fell In Love With My Best Friend

Sunghoon has always been the quiet type. Maybe not that type where he's too shy to approach someone, rather, he's that type who is happy with the friends he found at the playground 12 years ago and not looking for anyone new. With the exception of two, all his friends have been with him since kindergarten. Though there's a visible age gap in the friend group, they somehow managed to become the most popular of high school students with their charm. Sunghoon is content with his friends and enjoys their company. The only annoying things in his life are the crazy fangirls (he never thought high school guys could have those) and mint chocolate chip ice cream.

Since he had seen the crazy fangirls drooling all over him, any interest in dating or pursuing someone vanished in an instant. Not like he had any before-but the thought had been there. Now even the thought makes him nervous. Dating someone who keeps his hair in her locker? Nah, he'd pass.

Truth be told, he's more interested in enjoying his high school life with his friends rather than spending it with some girl who would get jealous if he even looks at another girl. And he's speaking from experience. That was his first and last relationship, which only lasted for two weeks. And it hadn't ended there like he expected or wished. The girl had some crazy antics up her sleeves, which he only realized later when he found a tweet of hers about how he had used her and dumped her. Though all her tries failed, since it was known around school that Sunghoon is a sweetheart to everyone. He wouldn't do something horrible to a girl. Plus, everyone knew how much of a crazy fangirl Tessa was for Sunghoon, so nobody bothered to believe her.

Currently, he is trying to get through a series of math and physics homework their teacher assigned for them over the weekend. He is over at his best friend Jake's house, eating ice cream and expressing his frustration through chewing the spoon. He heaves a sigh and groans," Jake, please let me copy your homework. I'll pay for the movie tickets next time, I promise."

Jake looked up at him with a mouthful of ice cream and mumbled something. Sunghoon just rolled his eyes in annoyance. "And how many times have I told you to not talk with food in your mouth?'

Jake gulps down the ice cream and looks at his best friend with a sheepish smile." Sorry, old habits-And how many times have I told you that, no, I won't let you copy off me! You should do your own work and be independent. I'll not always be there to be your cheat sheet. And also, you never pay for the movie tickets. You always promise and forget your wallet at home. I end up paying for us."

Sunghoon sighed, knowing it was useless trying to argue with the boy. Usually, Jake lectures him and after Sunghoon pouts or teases him, he gives up. But when it comes to math and physics, he never lets him copy off and starts to teach and make him understand. Sunghoon is happy with that, since Jake can teach way better than their old Ms.Crane ever could, but he is not in the mood for learning today. Like, who wants to learn for an hour on a weekend? Unbelievable. So when Jake offered to teach him, he straight up turned down offer because even though he teaches well, he would drag the lesson just to talk more about physics. Sunghoon wouldn't like this amazing noon to go to waste with long physics lessons. So he just stuffed his mouth with ice cream and hoping he would arrive at school tomorrow in time to copy off Jay or Heeseung.

As he looked back at his book and tried to make sense of what a scientist from two centuries before said, the door creaked open and Jake's older sister, (Name), walked in.

Jake's sister was older than them by two years, if we are only counting these two. She is in her senior year at high school, only a few months away from graduation. She is undoubtedly the most popular person in their whole school, being both pretty and intelligent. The perfect student, a prefect, an athlete and every teacher's favourite (Though Jake teases her by calling her a 'Teachers' Pet'). Oh, did he mention the school heartthrob? Every freaking guy in the school, except Sunghoon and his friends, had a crush on her. Sunghoon had practically grown up with her, being Jake's best friend and all. She is almost like an older sister to all of Jake's friends. She is known as their Friend Group's Special Guest. She pops up time to time. At this point, she might as well as be considered as a part of their group.

(Name) sat down beside them and, much to Jake's dismay, attacked their huge bowl of ice cream. As she picked up a spoonful of ice cream, she asked,"Too much homework?"

Jake put his hands behind his head in frustration and nodded."Too much homework."

Sunghoon saw a perfect opportunity to annoy Jake and grinned. He whined,"Noona, Jake isn't letting me copy off him."

(Name) chuckled while Jake rolled his eyes and shot him an annoyed look. She playfully shook her head and said,"Jake, why aren't you letting Sunghoon copy off you? It's not like he always does this. One time won't hurt."

Jake scowled."Noona, you don't know, this guy copies off me whenever he comes over, and by that I mean every weekend. He doesn't want to "waste" his precious weekend solving math. And it's not like I never let him copy off me. I just don't let him copy math and physics. And I offered to teach him, but he said that I take too much time to teach someone, and he would rather do anything else than spend his weekend noon listening to me ramble about math and physics." Jake shot Sunghoon a scornful look.

(Name) burst out laughing and threw her head back. She looked at Sunghoon and raise an eyebrow. She teased him with an amused tone,"Is that so, Sunghoon?'

Sunghoon blushed slightly and nodded. He sassily replied,"Well, who wants tpo waster their weekend listening to an hour long math and physics lecture?"

(Name) chuckled and nodded."Hmmm, you do have a point there, Sunghoon. But I have an idea. How about instead of Jake lecturing you for an hour, I help you with your homework?'

Sunghoon clapped in excitement and nodded, while Jake protested,"Wait, why him? Your my sister, you're supposed to help me with my homework, not his."

(Name) rolled her eyes and said,"Because I know you already can do your homework, you nerd. Plus, I came here to tell you that Mum told you to get groceries."

Jake's mouth widened."Why me? It's your turn!"

(Name) smirked."Oh, I told her that I have an assignment due and I'll do with you guys, so Mum told me to tell you to get groceries, since you're not busy. And I'm pretty sure I can keep Sunghoon company. Right, Sunghoon?"

She tilted her head and winked at him while Jake was sulking, and a smirk formed on Sunghoon's face. This was their secret gesture, which meant it's time to tease and taunt Jake. It wasn't officially said between them; but whenever they teased Jake, she would tilt her head and wink at him. Sunghoon would also reply with a smirk of his own.

Sunghoon kept the smrik and said,"Oh, it's totally okay. I'm sure I'll survive an hour or so without you. Plus, you could also take a small walk outside in the beautiful sunlight."

Jake groaned in frustration and stood up. He glared at them and whined,"It's not fair!'

The two burst out laughing. As Jake gave them an annoyed look and was leaving the room, (Name) called out,"At least you won't have to worry about homework for a while!"

A curse word was heard as the boy slammed the door and left the room. They both burst into laughter again. (Name) clutched her stomach and almost fell over with her chair. Sunghoon threw his head back and banged on the table with his hand. They had, again, succeeded in teasing Jake and making him curse. Making him curse was always a big accomplishment, since the boy was mostly against cursing.

They somehow pulled themselves together and caught their breathes. (Name) looked up at Sunghoon with a smile and asked,"Another success?'

Sunghoon smiled back at her and nodded."Another success."

She sat up straight and looked at empty bowl of ice cream. A groan escaped her lips."That bastard ate the ice cream while we were busy annoying him. Guess he got his revenge some way." With that, she looked at him and gave a pouty look. She said,"Sunghoon, would you please get more ice cream from the fridge, please?'

Sungoon smiled and shook his head."Nope. Not happening. Jake also made me get the ice cream."

(Name) gave him one of her best puppy eyes and whined,"Please, Sunghoon. Won't you do a small favour for your dear noona?"

Sunghoon laughed at her antics and protested some more. But he gave up after a few minutes and went downstairs to get some more ice cream. As he came back, she pulled the bowl out of his hands and grabbed a spoonful of ice cream. Sunghoon sat back down next to her, she offered him his ice cream and he gladly accepted it.

(Name) sat up straight in her chair and said,"So you were having problems with your math and physics homework, right?'

Sunghoon nodded, and she flashed him a smile."How about I help you with your homework? I promise I won't lecture you for an hour like Jake. How does that sound?'

He smiled and replied,"Offer accepted."

(Name) smiled and he showed her the homework. As she started explaining to him, he couldn't help a smile growing on his face. She had always been like this, helping him with his homework. She explained way better than anyone he knew. Sometimes he wondered how a person could be this perfect. She was perfect from everyway; starting from looks to intelligence to personality. He always felt comfortable around her. She always put people at ease. Though she wasn't really an extrovert, she just had a natural way of talking to people. She never made anyone feel uncomfortable in her presence, and everyone loved her. She would always help the friend group out with homeworks and assignments; and as a Junior year student, Sunghoon really appreciated that.

As the sunlight fell on her face while she explained to him, he couldn't help noticing her beauty. She had a unique beauty. Her features might not have been the uncommon, but somehow her beauty seemed ethereal. Currently, it seemed as if the sunlight was showering her with affection; and it just enhanced her beauty even more. Sunghoon's heart fluttered, and his heartbeat fastened. His mind went into a frenzy as he recognized this feeling. The feeling of falling in love might sound like an exaggeration, but he knew it as what it was. The same feeling he felt in middle school towards that one girl who rejected him on the school rooftop.

Sunghoon wondered about their friendship. He had known her since the day four year old him fell down on the playground, and a four year old Jake and a six year old (Name) came rushing to help him up. From then, they'd been inseperable. It didn't matter that she was older than both of them, his bond with them was stronger than he had with any of his other friends. She was the reason he never got more than a week's detention for skipping class. She always covered for all of them. Even after becoming a prefect, she never reported them for skipping classes. Favoritism? Maybe. But she was all about supporting harmless fun. That's one of the many reasons everyone at school loved her.

She and Jake were the ones who took care of his grandma while she was sick. She was the reason he passed his middle school finals while he was seriously sick and in bed. She and all his friends stayed up all night, watching over him in turns. She was the eldest and in high school, so she helped them study for the finals at daytime. She was the one who ran out at 2 A.M, all alone, to get emergency medicines for him while his condition got worse. She had always been there for him, along with all his friends. They were his life. He didn't know what he'd do without them. They are a part of him.

(Name) tapped his shoulder, and Sunghoon snapped out of his trance. She had been calling him for some time now. He scratched the back of his head and flashed her an embarrassed smile, gesturing for her to continue.

As time went on with her helping him with his homework, he found himself getting butterflies time to time. He tried to fight the feeling, but he just couldn't. Eventually, they finished the homework and as they kickbacked on Jake's bed to watch a movie, Jake came back and joined them. Sunghoon felt bad, thinking what Jake would say if he found out his best friend had started developing a crush on his sister. Not something positive, Sunghoon thought. But as the afternoon and evening went on with them watching the movie, he just couldn't help feeling guilty as his feelings didn't seem to go away at all. Rather, they seemed to grow. When he left their house, he turned to them and gave those two a hug, like he had always done before. But hugging (Name) made him flustered, which never happened before. Thankfully, neither Jake nor (Name) noticed his behavior, or he would be even more embarrassed.

The next two weeks at school, he tried to avoid (Name) as much as possible. But that proved to be hard, as she was almost always hanging out with them at lunch and recess. He even stopped going over at Jake's for the weekend, giving the excuse that he had chores to do at home. Jake was visibly bummed out, but it didn't seem like he suspected that Sunghoon was lying. But all his efforts went in vain, as he couldn't avoid her much. He would have to see her everyday at lunch. He couldn't stop hanging out with his friends, or they would've suspected that something was up. Still, he tried to talk to (Name) as ew times as possible. But he just couldn't help noticing everything about her. How she smiled, how she threw her head back while laughing, how her lips automatically formed a small pout when she was surprised, how her lips parted when she was zoning out. Every small thing. His feelings for her only continued to grow.

And his behavior didn't go unnoticed by his friends too, even though he tried his best to act normal around them. They had known him enough to know that something was up. Every sing le one of them asked what was wrong. Jake and Jay looked really worried for him. Ni-Ki Heeseung even cornered him one day at class.

Heeseung walked up to his desk and leaned against it. He crossed his arms as he looked at the younger. He asked,"What's wrong, Sunghoon? You've been acting really weird these days. Everyone's worried about you. Jake even told me that you didn't go over at his last two weekends, which is really unusual for you."

Sunghoon felt guilty. Of course everyone would be worried for him. But that thought had flown over his head. As he realized that he was making everyone worried for him, he felt really mad at himself. He had been a dumbass by not realizing it before.

He didn't want to worry them even further, so he assured Heeseung that he was okay. But the boy didn't look convinced. He kept shaking his head and asking what was wrong. At last, Sunghoon gave up. He sighed. "I'll tell you, okay? But please don't tell the others. At least, not for now."

Heeseung leaned in closer as Sunghoon started explaining. He looked away and said,"I...How do I say this....Okay...The thing is, I have a crush on (Name)."

Heeseung's eyes widened. (Name) was their childhood friend. She had been a part of their friend group since always. Even though she couldn't always be with them, since she was two grades above them, it didn't matter. She always hung out with them at weekends. And when they finally came to high school, their friend group was complete again. But he never imagined Sunghoon having a crush on (Name). He was under the impression that they were like siblings, but it seems like his thought was wrong.

Sunghoon didn't give him a chance to speak and continued to speak."And I've been trying to avoid her, that's why I don't talk as much as I did before when we are with her; which is almost always. I didn't go over at theirs just to avoid her. I don't want to let my feelings for her grow. She probably sees me as a younger brother, and how could I have a crush on her? I just can't face her."

Heeseung sighed. He stayed quiet for a while, before he started speaking."Sunghoon, you do realize that's not gonna work, right? You'll have to tell her sooner or later."

Sunghoon nodded grimly, and Heeseung said,"You need to tell her. Bottling up your emotions isn't gonna work. Even if she sees you as a brother, she won't be mad. I know her. She's not the type to be mad over something like that."

Sunghoon sighed and said,"But I'm scared. Just because she won't be mad, what is the chance she won't be upset? And even if she wants to be my friend even after that, who's to say our relationship will stay the same after that? It might just break apart."

Heeseung nodded. He agreed,"Yes, that might happen. There's no guarantee for that. But you won't know if you don't confess. And who knows, she migt even agree to go on a date with you.

Sunghoon mumbled,"Might."

Heeseung nodded."Might. Yes. But that's better than nothing."

Sunghoon sighed and looked at the older."Sorry, Hyung, I just can't. I hope you don't mind."

Heeseung sighed and nodded."I don't mind. But don't avoid her or us anymore, okay?'

Sunghoon smiled and nodded."Okay,"he said.

Heeseung smiled and patted the boy on the head before going back to his own seat.

Sunghoon gave his words a thought that night and decided not to confess. But he wouldn't avoid her anymore. So he went to Jake's house the next weekend, as he couldn't use the same excuse over and over. As he sat down with him, discussing what they could do (Thankfully there wasn't any homework that day), (Name) entered the room.

Sunghoon tried to keep his expression normal as she chose to sit down right next to him on the bed. She was looking even more beautiful in her eyes, if that was even possible. He thought of saying something to look normal, but (Name) broke the silence first.

"Jake, you left all the dishes at the sink. Mum's not very pleased."

Jake jumped."Oh my gosh, I totally forgot to do the dishes! Is she angry?"

(Name) shook her head and replied,"Not angry, but not very happy either. I suggest you go down and do the dishes right now before her mood gets worse."

Jake nodded and ran out of the room. She chuckled at his reaction and looked at Sunghoon.

Sunghoon was watching this exchange between the two siblings in complete silence with a smile on his face. As he noticed (Name) looking at him, he flashed her a grin. He asked,"Movie night again today? I'll stay over the night."

(Name) nodded, but their was something off with her expression. Sunghoon felt a bit worried when he saw her. But she started talking before he could speak."Yup. Movie night. Horror movie night. I was also planning on taking you both to McDonalds."

Sunghoon grinned, but his grin faded as he saw her expression. He furrowed his brows and asked in a worried tone,"Are you okay?"

(Name) nodded, and he couldn't help feeling even more worried. This type of unenthusisastic reply wasn't usual for her. He asked again,"You sure? You don't seem like your usual self today."

She sighed and rolled over on her stomach. She put her wrists on the bed and propelled her face up with her hands. She looked up at him with a slightly pouty expression and asked him something that completely caught him off guard.

"Are you mad at me, Sunghoon?'

Sunghoon's eyes widened, and he quickly put his hands up in protest."No! Not at all! Why would I be mad at you?"

(Name) sighed again, and the pout on her face just got bigger. She said,"Then why have you been ignoring me for the past two weeks? You don't talk to me like you used to do. It's almost as if you don't want to see me anymore. Did I do something wrong?"

Sunghoon wanted slap himself. He had completely forgotten about how she would feel when he was trying his best to avoid her and not catch more feelings. And she was thinking that she did something wrong and he was mad at her. He felt so angry at himself and felt guilty for making her feel that way. He sighed."Noona, I'm not mad at you. I'm just feeling a little off these days. You know, school and stuff."

(Name) pouted even more."But you talk to everyone else like usual. You didn't even come over the past two weekends. Sunghoon, can you tell me what's wrong?"

He sighed and said,"Noona, I'm sorry, but it's complicated. I'm not mad at you or ignoring you. I'm just in a kind of complicated situation, that's it.'

(Name) looked at him with her brows furrowed."Tell me what's bothering you then. I want to hear about this complicated situation of yours. I might be able to help."

Sunghoon shook his head. He was sure she would be mad at him after hearing what his complicated situation was. It might even not only ruin their friendship, but also his and Jake's. And she probably thinks of him as a younger brother. How could he confess to her?

She saw him shake his head, and her frown deepened. She asked,"Sunghoon, since when do we keep secrets from each other? I thought we were friends. I thought we always shared everything. I know all your secrets, and you know all of mine. You even told me when you tried smoking for the first time and regretted it. Do you not trust me anymore?"

That sad look on her face broke Sunghoon. This was it. He couldn't hide it from her anymore. It might be the end of everything, but he had to tell her. He thought of Heeseung's words, and decided to shoot his shot. It's now or never. He sighed and said,"Okay, Noona, I'll tell you.' It felt weird to call her Noona, which was a first. Even though he was feeling nervous and his mind was screaming at him to not tell her or lie, he continued."You'll probably get mad at me, and I'll understand if you do. But just please listen to me."

(Name) listened to him carefully as a small smile grew on her face, replacing the pout. Sunghoon took a deep breath and said,"N-Noona, I-I like you. Not in a platonic or siblings way, I like you more than that. I want us to be more than just friends. I tried to fight the feeling, but it just wouldn't go away. So I avoided you. I avoided you in every way I can; so that my feelings won't grow. But it didn't help. My feelings continued to grow. You were just too perfect. I'm sorry, and I know this might even ruin my friendship with you and Jake, but I just can't help it. I'm sorry."

Sunghoon was surprised at how organized his words were, since he always had problems expressing his feelings through words. (Name) must've noticed this too, since she looked a bit suprised. He closed his eyes shut and prepared himself for the blow that was about to come.

But that never came. As he opened his eyes, he found her looking up at him with a wide smile. That helped him calm down. It always did. She suddenly laughed softly, and he felt a pink blush creeping up his cheeks. She playfully shook her head and said,"That was it? I was expecting you found out about my obsession with knives and got scared."

Sunghoon's eyes widened. He exclaimed,"Obsession with knives?!"

(Name) smiled, embarrassed."My only secret that I never told you, considering you weren't a big fan of knife handling."

Sunghoon shook his head in disbelief, and she chuckled. Her face was a bit red now, and it made her look really cute. He hadn't seen her blush too many times, but it aways made him smile.

(Name) started fidgeting with her fingers in a nervous manner and said with a smile,"And aboutr what you just said...I'm not mad at you. Not at all. It's not gonna ruin our friendship. I feel like it's kind of adorable how you have a crush on me. And...I might also feel the same."

Sunghoon's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He could feel his cheeks burning. He tried to say something, but it came out in stutters."Y-you a-also like m-me?"

(Name) nodded with a small blush. She laughed softly."I thought you saw me as an older sister, so I also didn't say anything. I was kinda internally beating myself up for feeling this way towards you."

Sunghoon also laughed."Really? I was also bashing myself internally."

She nodded with a smile."Mmmhm. Really."

Sunghoon couldn't help the smile on his face growing as he tried to speak, but she spoke before him. She flashed him a smile and said,"Ice cream date tomorrow evening?"

Sunghoon gave her a boyish grin and nodded."Ice cream date tomorrow evening."

(Name) smiled and leaned in close to him. As she saw his eyes widen and his face getting redder, but no signs of protest, she finally kissed him on the lips. Sunghoon kissed back, feeling really embarrassed and happy at the same time. She liked him back and they were going out!

As he wrapped his arms around her and she pulled him closer, the door burst open and a happy Jake entered."Guys, I've finished the dishes! Let's-"

He froze in his tracks as he saw the two of them."What the actual f-"

They had also frozen, but as soon as (Name) recovered from the initial shock, she threw a pillow at his way, not letting him finished his sentence. Sunghoon felt his cheeks grow even hotter, to the point they were burning. Jake yelled,"Ahh why would you throw the pillow at me?! And what are you guys doin-"

Another pillow hit his face, this time thrown by Sunghoon.

Sunghoon dived his face in (Name)'s neck in embarrassment from being caught by his best friend while kissing his older sister. She pulled him closer and yelled at her brother,"Can't you knock?"

Jake yelled back,"Why would I? Since when did we knocked while one of us wasn't alone in the room? And stop throwing these damn pillows at my face!"

They both burst out laughing and (Name) playfully rolled her eyes."I guess you have a point."

Jake pointed at Sunghoon and asked,"And what on earth are you guys doing?"

Sunghoon hid his face even more in her neck in embarrassment while she stroked his hair. She glared at her brother and said,"Don't you have eyes? And you're embarrassing Sunghoon. Look how red his face is."

Sunghoon whined in protest. Jake rolled his eyes and sat down next to them. He shook his head in disbelief."Since when this has been going on? How come I didn't know my best friend was in love with my sister?"

(Name) curled her lips and replied,"Since today, And it will go on."

Jake pulled Sunghoon from his hididng place and shook him with every word he said."Why. Didn't. You. Tell. Me. You. Bastard."

Sunghoon felt a little dizzy from all the shaking and pushed the boy away. He scratched his neck in embarrassment and said,"I thought you'd be mad...so...'

Jake shook his head in exasperation. He said," Mad? Oh boy, I'm mad at you. But not for falling for and kissing my sister. For not telling me you bastard! I am your best friend and you didn't tell me that you have a crush on my sister!"

They both burst out laughing as Jake stared at them in disbelief. He was still pretending to be mad, but as the corners of his mouth twitched, they saw a small smile was slowly forming on his face. He still said in a angry tone,"You'll pay for the movie tickets the whole year, Sunghoon. That's what you get for not telling me."

Sunghoon smiled and nodded. This was a way better price than he thought he would have to pay. He could deal with that. Plus, he was sure Jake would go back to paying after a month or two. So no worries.

Suddenly, another thought crossed Jake's mind. He grabbed a pillow and started hitting them with with it. He yelled,"And this is for throwing pillows at me!"

Sunghoon laughed as (Name) also grabbed a pillow and attacked her brother. As their fight went on, he also grabbed a pillow and joined them. All of them ended up with torn pillows after the fight, with cotton flying all over the room. Jake and (Name) looked at each other with wide eyes, and all three of them burst out laughing. As (Name) blew away a few cottons from Sunghoon's hair, he felt as if he had never been more happy and content. He knew from that moment, with his friends and possibly future girlfriend, he wouldn't have to worry about anything ever again.

And when they started dating from the next day, nobody was happier than Jake and Heeseung. Heeseung boosted around in the friend group that he already knew about Sunghoon's crush on (Name). Knowing that, Jake only got more pissed and demanded two whole years of movie ticket payment. Now Sunghoon knew that he would have to pay the for tickets at least for the next six months. He was seriously worried for himself now. It is the only problem he's currently dealing with now. And since Jake doesn't have to pay, he insists on taking Sunghoon and (Name) to watch a movie every weekend. Sunghoon had hoped that (Name) would tell her brother off, but she seemed to be enjoying the free movies every weekend. At least she insisted on paying for every date they went on, or he would've gone bankrupt by now. He can only hope now that he would still have enough money to buy his friends and girlfriend birthday and Christmas presents.

#enhypen #sunghoon #best friends to lovers #fluff #enhypen fluff

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Saved By The Bell - Naruto Tickle Fic

Fandom: Naruto Shippuden

Summary: During the second bell test, Naruto makes an interesting discovery about his Sensei.

Content Warning: mild language

Word Count: 2.7k

Author's Note: it has been SO LONG since i last wrote a fic so i'm v nervous about posting this, but i am pretty proud of it! i hope you enjoy!

Naruto and Sakura ducked behind a tree, breathing heavily as they tried to recover some energy from all of the failed attempts at retrieving the bells from Kakashi. Their brains were moving a mile a minute, trying desperately to figure out a new tactic. It’s been about three years since the first time they had tried to do this, and as strong as the two of them have gotten in that time, it was still incredibly difficult. It didn’t help that the pressure was up this time as Lady Tsunade, the Fifth Hokage and Sakura’s mentor, and Jiraiya, Naruto’s mentor, were watching and evaluating their fight. With the extra amount of pressure they were feeling, the two of them couldn’t help but wonder if they had even progressed much at all.

Kakashi, however, felt the amount of growth his students had achieved. As opposed to last time they fought him like this, he wasn’t daring to let even a little bit of his guard down. He knew how much stronger Naruto and Sakura had become, and because of this, he knew he’d be defeated easily if he relaxed for even a second. Even so, he couldn’t fully keep his mind away from his new “Make-Out Tactics” book that Naruto had brought him. He’d never dare to start reading while facing opponents like these, but the desire was there, and it was strong.

Naruto sighed, his breath becoming steadier. “Man, that Kakashi is ridiculously strong. I mean, he’s smarter than Shikamaru, he has a better sense of smell than Kiba, his Sharingan is better than Sasuke’s, his Taijutsu is better than Lee’s… and he’s got way more experience than us.”

“You’re right, but even so…” Sakura interjected curiously, “even he must have a weakness.” She squinted her eyes as if to see the possibilities written out in front of her. “We just have to think about it…”

“A weakness, huh?” Naruto wondered aloud, joining Sakura and becoming deep in thought. He cycled through every fight he’s seen Kakashi in, trying to figure out what his weakness could possibly be. It was hard to find the answer with an opponent so strong. Maybe, his weakness wasn’t a physical thing, like a blind spot. Maybe… Naruto gasped suddenly. “I’ve got it!”

Sakura’s head whipped towards Naruto in surprise, her brow slightly furrowed. “Really? You know Kakashi’s weakness? Tell me!” She leaned in, prompting him to whisper so no one would overhear their plotting. Naruto stifled a giggle, playing out his ridiculous plan in his head.

“Sakura, think about it for a minute. If you really look back at all of Kakashi Sensei’s actions, you’ll know what I’m thinking of.” Naruto smirked, waiting for Sakura to think of it, too. She did think very hard, in fact. Alas, she wasn’t able to see it the way that Naruto did so clearly. He beckoned her close to him and whispered his plan into her ear. As the words left his mouth, her face switched from a confused expression into a wide, scheming smile.

“Oh, I get it now! Naruto, that’s a genius idea!” She exclaimed, feeling her hands begin to shake in excitement. “You really are the most unpredictable knucklehead ninja I’ve ever met.” Naruto growled, lightly smacking Sakura in the arm, making her laugh.

“Hey! How dare you call me a knucklehead when I just came up with that amazing plan! You said it yourself, it was genius.” He smirked, crossing his arms in a playfully arrogant way. Sakura rolled her eyes at his actions.

“No matter how many great plans you come up with, you’ll always be a knucklehead to me, Naruto.” She teased. Naruto copied her eye roll, still smirking.

“Whatever. Let’s just go before Kakashi Sensei starts getting suspicious.” He began to move noiselessly in Kakashi’s direction, Sakura close behind him. They both focused on their movements, making sure to draw no attention to themselves while also making their way through the trees as quickly as possible. Before they knew it, they were crouched behind a bush about thirty feet away from Kakashi.

Kakashi couldn’t sense their presence yet, but his guard was very much up, anticipating a sneak attack from a direction that wouldn’t be expected. He would never admit it to his two students, but he started to feel a bit nervous. He couldn’t place exactly why. All he knew is that he should be expecting the unexpected. But then he wondered, what could be so unexpected that it warranted him feeling this nervous? When he saw his two students appear from behind a bush, that was when the nerves really started to kick in. They couldn’t possibly think a head-on attack would work, could they?

“Huh… attacking me head-on like this. Are you sure that’s the best course of action?” Kakashi questioned his students, keeping his voice even as he readied his defensive stance. The two stood before him, and Kakashi couldn’t miss the eagerness in their stances. What on Earth did they have planned?

“Now, Naruto!” Sakura’s sudden exclamation prompted the two of them to jump into the air, diving slowly towards Kakashi. He couldn’t help but gain a confused look. All three of them knew that Kakashi could destroy them easily in a frontal attack like this. He stood, still ready to attack at any moment, but he watched them closely, analyzing every movement down to the tiniest muscle twitch.

“Alright, Kakashi Sensei…” Naruto started to speak as they continued to descend. Kakashi cocked his head to the side slightly, surprised that he’d use a moment like this for conversational language. “At the end of ‘Make-Out Tactics’…”

Oh. Oh.

Those words sent a chill down Kakashi’s spine. There was no way Naruto was resorting to such a dirty trick. Spoiling the ending of the book he had just received that day? What kind of a monster did he train?! Kakashi covered his ears out of instinct, preventing himself from hearing any more of Naruto’s words. He kept his eyes locked on their movements, but then he realized…

“As it happens, the main character…” No! He could still read Naruto’s lips because of his Sharingan! His eyes clamped shut, determined not to find out any spoilers that Naruto might have known. He was also Jiraiya’s student, and he’s the author of these books, after all. It was more likely than not that Naruto knew exactly how this book went, and Kakashi would rather lose this fight than have his favorite series spoiled for him.

Kakashi felt a sudden jab at his right side, close to his hip. His eyes shot open with a gasp, as his hands flew down to protect himself from… that. Much to his dismay, the jabs kept coming one after another. He felt his face begin to flush in embarrassment as he choked back the laughter that was about to come out of his mouth. There was no way he was letting his students learn both of his weaknesses in the same day.

“Damn it, where the hell are they?!” A familiar voice mumbled to no one in particular. Kakashi looked down to see that the culprit of the pokes was none other than Naruto. He was obviously searching for something… wait. “Where are they? Where are the bells?!” Naruto’s hands kept searching as Kakashi felt his defenses begin to crumble. He inhaled deeply and held his breath. He could not, would not let this happen. Not in front of the Fifth Hokage herself.

When Naruto’s hands reached the bottom of his ribs, Kakashi felt himself involuntarily move away from the poking. This made Naruto stop what he was doing and stare curiously at his teacher. Kakashi stared back, his eyes a little bit wider than normal. His heart rate began to increase when he saw a devious glint in Naruto’s eyes. Naruto reached out to land another poke into Kakashi’s ribs, eliciting a quiet yelp from the older.

“Say, Kakashi Sensei…” Naruto’s voice was lower than before, almost a growl. Kakashi swallowed, his face growing more flushed the closer Naruto gets to him. “You wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would you?”

Kakashi felt his breath catch in his throat hearing those words. “Now, Naruto…” His voice had a slight tremble to it, but he tried to keep his tone calm and level. “Is this really necessary? You would have defeated me just now. We don’t need to resort to such tactics.”

Naruto chuckled, stepping even closer to Kakashi with his hands reaching out in front of him. “If you’re hiding the bells from us, then I have no other choice.” He leapt at Kakashi suddenly, attaching his fingers to his sides and digging in mercilessly. Kakashi gasped, putting his hands over Naruto’s in an attempt to push them away. He gritted his teeth to prevent any laughter from slipping out of his mouth. He was determined to keep up his stoic facade for as long as possible.

“N-Naruto, this isn’t necessary. C-come on, stop this.” Kakashi’s voice came out a bit more strained than normal as he held back his laugh. As ticklish as he was, Kakashi was able to handle this spot pretty well. As long as Naruto didn’t get any other ideas, that is. Not satisfied with the reaction he was getting, Naruto furrowed his brow in deep thought.

“I think it’s very necessary, Kakashi Sensei! If you’re unfairly hiding the bells from us, I have to find them by any means.” Naruto moved his hands up to Kakashi’s ribs, scratching each finger between each of the bones. Kakashi let out a strong exhale, still holding his laughter in, but just barely. His hands still stayed on top of Naruto’s, trying to detach his fingers from his ribs. The feeling of all ten of Naruto’s fingers wiggling in between his ribs was almost too much to handle. Naruto grinned mischievously, noticing Kakashi’s face becoming more red as the tickling continued.

“You’re really not letting up? Man, I guess I have to do it, then…” Those words from Naruto made Kakashi’s stomach do a backflip. He started to squirm underneath the tickly touch, wondering what on Earth he could have possibly thought of to escalate the situation.

“Well, as I was saying before, the main character in ‘Make-Out Tactics’…”

Kakashi gasped, covering his ears and clamping his eyes shut once more. Damn, Naruto was much better at finding his weaknesses than he’d like to admit. “N-no! I’m not listening!” Kakashi exclaimed in a panic. What he failed to consider, however, was just how vulnerable he had made himself in this one motion. Naruto chuckled, taking the chance that was given to him. He shot his now free hands up into Kakashi’s underarms.

Kakashi’s arms came crashing down as his entire body curled in on itself. The laughter that he was fighting back finally bubbled to the surface in the form of soft, hysterical giggles. His face flushed even deeper than before, feeling embarrassed about reacting in such a way, especially in front of the people that were around. As Naruto’s fingers scratched in the sensitive spot, Kakashi couldn’t help himself but squirm even more than before.

Naruto was shocked. He had never heard Kakashi laugh like this. He didn’t even know if he’d heard Kakashi laugh at all before, so to see him reduced to a giggling mess was a hilarious sight. “Wow, Kakashi Sensei! You’re way more ticklish than I would have thought!” He continued to scratch his nails in Kakashi’s underarms, causing his teacher’s laughter to slowly get louder.

“N-Narutohoho, plehehease! This ihis soho childihihihish!” Kakashi cackled, trying half heartedly to bat Naruto’s arms away from him. Could he have gotten the kid off of him easily with one swift motion? Absolutely, but to be honest, he couldn’t remember the last time he had allowed his guard to drop this much. It had to have been years since he felt himself laugh even a little bit. As embarrassing as it all was, a bigger part of it felt refreshing.

“Oh, you think this is childish? I’ll show you childish!” Naruto taunted, throwing pokes all around Kakashi’s torso, making his laughter spike up an octave. “Childish is hiding the bells from me when I beat you, fair and square!”

Kakashi’s eyes were still squeezed shut due to his loud laughter. All of a sudden, the tickling sensations increased rapidly. He felt so many different spots being targeted all at once. While the scratching in his underarms continued, he additionally felt fingers wiggling against his stomach and his ribs. Then, there was a pair of hands scratching behind his knees, forcing a surprised squeak out of Kakashi’s mouth. His legs began to shake due to the new spot being targeted. How was this even possible? He forced open his eyes and finally realized: he was being attacked by Naruto and three of his Shadow Clones.

Once he found out what had happened, Kakashi’s body surrendered to the sensations. He let unfiltered laughter flood out of his mouth as his legs finally gave out, making him end up on the ground. All four Narutos followed him down, all of their hands staying attached to the spots they were targeting. Kakashi was almost in tears laughing, completely unable to get away from the eight hands that were attacking him. “Nahahaharutoho! Plehehease, stohohohop!”

“I’ll stop as soon as you tell me where the damn bells are!” The real Naruto yelled, his three Shadow Clones laughing along.

Jingle.

Hearing that soft, familiar sound ring through the chaos made both Naruto and Kakashi freeze. All of their remaining chakra was focused in their ears, listening intently for the sound of the bells.

Jingle.

Their heads whipped around to see Sakura standing a few feet away from them, holding both of the bells, one in each hand. Kakashi felt his face pale at the sight as Naruto bolted over to grab one of the bells out of her hand with a satisfied chuckle.

“Y-you had them the whole time, Sakura?” Kakashi stammered, slowly gathering himself and getting to his feet. Sakura had a small smile on her face as she blushed a bit.

“Yeah… I’m sorry, Kakashi Sensei! I just thought… you looked like you were having fun, so I didn’t want to make you guys stop so soon.” Sakura explained sheepishly. Kakashi couldn’t help but smile at her statement, his face remaining a deep shade of pink.

“Well… you aren’t necessarily wrong.” Kakashi admitted, making both of his students stare at him in shock. He shrugged as he continued his thought. “I mean, I can’t remember the last time my body was able to relax like that, and I don’t even think either of you had ever heard me laugh before.” Naruto and Sakura looked at each other, knowing that to be true. Kakashi smiled at them before looking around the area. “Now, I have one thing to ask, and this goes for everyone here, so listen up.” As Kakashi spoke, Tsunade and Jiraiya poked their heads out of the trees, their grinning faces focused on him intently.

“What is it, Kakashi Sensei?” Naruto asked, his eyes shining with glee. Kakashi sighed, directing this statement mostly at the two Sannin.

“Please, do not tell Gai about this. He will never let me live a peaceful life with this information.” Jiraiya snickered as he and Tsunade shared a mischievous glance.

“No promises.” Tsunade responded with a scheming smile. Kakashi sighed even deeper this time, holding his face in his hands.

“Don’t worry, Kakashi Sensei! We’ll protect your honor!” Naruto exclaimed, positioning himself in front of Kakashi, using a defensive stance.

Sakura giggled and mirrored Naruto’s actions. “Yeah! We’ll protect you no matter what!”

Kakashi smiled, grateful for the incredible Shinobi his students had become. “Thank you. Now, what do you say I treat you two to some ramen as a congratulations?” His students let out a yell of excitement, racing each other back to the village. Kakashi followed close behind them while Tsunade and Jiraiya lingered for just a moment longer.

“You’re going to tell him, aren’t you?” Jiraiya asked the Hokage.

Tsunade chuckled. “Oh, I absolutely am.”

#tickling #tickle fic #naruto tickle fic #lee!kakashi #ler!naruto #my works

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I really appreciate all the information you have online here. I have learned a lot and I admire you and your passion. This might sound weird but I truly hope I can collect and read Japanese Literature and organise information as you do when I am older.

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I really want to read Q's Dogra Magra but I think it's only been translated completely in french so far. Thank you so much for your database! It makes it so much easier to access learning.

I think it's so cool that you're doing these surveys! I think this bibliophile project is just awesome in general tho :) (also dang its hard to choose a fave char) lots of <3 <3 <3

I want to read many more books of the real authors so i cannot yet judge who my favorite will be. Dazai's works are the easiest to get access to in my country and I got Chuuya's poems as a gift so I am still hunting for more :)

I want to read some of their books but i'm to scared of telling my mom this fact ┻━┻︵ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ︵ ┻━┻

I wasn't sure if that question about reading Japanese lit was about reading it in Japanese or not

I will try to get more into this Library ! It's really good and good job for the the tumblr blog, i love it !

I would like if the quotes didn't repeat a lot– Like finding more than 4 posts of the same quote is weird to me at least... instead of doing the same authors in repetition, do more characters that have been published a few times in the blog 🙌🏻

I’m a BSD anime fan who would like to try some of the works by the authors the characters are based on but hasn’t gotten around to figuring out a good entry point for people who don’t usually read literature

I'm new to the fandom, but I'm looking forward to check out any translation that are available (I plan to read at least the work the ability is referring to for a start)

I'm so thankful for your website making Japanese literature available, as I live in a somewhat rural area. Keep up the good work!

I'm very grateful for the resources that had been accumulated by bsd bibliophile, really, I've only been able to nurture my interest in Japanese literature and grow to be passionate about it because I had such easy access to the translated works so thanks a lot for the work you do!

I've just decided to make use of the online library and I'm very excited! I'll check of Oda and Nikolai first because they are most interesting to me :)

i've remembered about the bibliophile purely by chance. in a span of a single night, i've read another media that draws heavy inspiration from japanese literature – ""hashihime of the old book town"". i say ""finished"", yet i'm only done with a single route of this novel. i plan on seeing it through the end. i am enamoured by this script. it's as If i've found true literature again. i truly do not know why im saying this. forgive me If my words are unclear in my ramblings. i am simply here to pick up some kyusaku. maybe then i will be able to fully unravel the fabric of this novel, thread by thread.

I've used this blog to help open myself up to more Japanese literature for years now, ever since I first got into bad, and I can't thank you enough for running this!

Just followed a little while ago so my answers probably aren't that helpful, sorry! I'm looking forward to going through your blog though! Hope you have a nice day/night! :)

Just started following the blog recently tbh, but I’m excited to check out the online library!

Keep up the good work!! :)

Keep up with the good work! I'm always happy to see your content

Love your blog and everything you do!!!

My 1st fav character is Atsushi, but Chuuya's also on top :))

My book count is prolly squewed as I had to go off of memory (since I left many behind in the US at my parents house). I counted Japanese fiction from non BSD authors but not manga and light novels. Also I used to watch & read BSD but no longer do so, but still enjoy Japanese literature.

sorry i took this for fun and wanna read a lot of multiple authors works but uh i havent come around to it yet (also money 😭)

Thank you :)

Thank you <3

Thank you for all the posts you have posted! I can find it hard at times to have the motivation to sit down and READ lol but you inspire me to read more with all the quotes you have shared with us on your blog. <3 Take care!

Thank you for all you do

Thank you for all you do <3

thank you for creating and running this beautiful blog anne♡✨.

Thank you for creating this amazing website ! :D through this website i can learn more about the authors and im happy because of it thank you once again !! <3

thank you for everything you do!

Thank you for letting me know of the library! I've been wanting to read the authors' works but couldn't find them along with money issues

Thank you for providing information that I could not find in anywhere else on the internet in English!

Thank you for the hardwork!! <3

thank you for you blog! literally my go to anytime i need any bsd related! it is literally invaluable and im so so grateful to you!

thank you for your hard work <3 i'm currently studying japanese, because i really want to read japanese literature in its original language and translate it, but until then i will continue relying on english translations - most of which i was only able to find on your site. again, i thank you and the translators from the bottom of my heart for providing us with such amazing resources and translations for free <3

Thank you for your hard work and efforts to share and compile the legally available works of the BSD authors! Your site has allowed me to appreciate BSD as well as Japanese literature itself a lot more.

Thank you for your hard work o7

Thank you for your hard work! Have a nice day:)

Thank you for your hard work! Was it not BSD-Bibliophile I'd be completely lost with researching irl authors and their art of writing. You helped me lots of times.

thank you for your hardwork! i appreciate what you do <3

Thank you for your work and your posts! :D

Thank you for your work at BSD-Bibliophile. For the research that I am conducting and for leisure purposes, the curated library is immensely helpful. I am happy to see that interest has grown in Japanese literature alongside the depth of available resources.

Thank you for your work! It’s always a bright spot in my day to see these quotes :)

Thank you for your work! Your blog has been a great source of information for me for a few years now. Sending love and hugs 🌸

Thank you for your work!!

Thank you so much for all you've done for the community!!!

Thank you!

Thanks :D

Thanks for all the work you do

Thanks for all your work! It's because of you guys that I've been able to read as much as I have (and will continue to do)!!!

Thanks for this resource, it's helpful as a Universal Literature student

the online library has really helped in finding japanese literature

The online library helped me so much in getting to know more about japanese literature thanks a lot for you ♥️

The website has been of great help to find my way around the literature! Truly a godsend! Keep up the great work

The world of literature is a big one & some of it aren't really that accessible. It's great that there are more people translating these previously untranslated works so we can see just how unique each author's style is

There were questions asking for "favorite Japanese BSD author", but those questions were very misleading. First of all, the characters in BSD aren't authors; they don't do or haven't done writing for living or anything along the lines. Secondly, said questions made it sound more like you were asking for whether I like Asagiri, Harukawa, Kanai, Hoshikawa or some other creators who are credited as authors of BSD. They are BSD authors, not the characters like you made it sound like in your questions. If you are asking about real-life authors who happen to have characters based on them in BSD, leave out BSD from the questions, or specify them with something like "Which Japanese author do you like the most, who has a character based on them in BSD?". Last I would like to suggest adding option to the question regarding BSD media, where people who are ex-BSD fans could specify that they've been previously fans, but don't consume or follow the series anymore. The option could be literally just "Previously have been BSD fan, but don't consume any of the official content anymore". I'm pretty sure there are plenty of people like me who have enjoyed BSD in the past, but now just enjoy Japanese literature alone or through some other medias that have nothing to do with BSD. Thanks for the annual survey as always. It's been interesting to see how much the fandom reads and who are the authors who people read in the first place. I wish more people would pay attention to some less popular authors, as there are plenty of hidden gems and your favorite author doesn't have to be the same as your favorite BSD character.

there's a redditor in r/templeofes who's working on translating dogra magra and they're working very hard :D

This blog is a national treasure, thank you all <3

This initiative is so beautiful, thank you for all the hard work.

This website is amazing!!!!!! It’s hard to find Japanese classics in America but this list has them all ❤️

Tumblr doesn't show me many of your posts, so I will try to interact more to see them ^.^

Very cool survey! Thanks

Well have have read many of Fyodor dostoevsky books but not any Japanese novels or poems

When I first got into bsd your online library was an invaluable resource and the only reason I have read works by bsd Japanese authors. I use it less now because my hyperfixation has waned but I still really appreciate all that you do and the resources made available to fans. Thank you!

will check the BDS-Bibliophile website <3 hope u have a nice day

yooo!! thanks for this super awesome survey!! happy easter <33 -a migrating tumblrer

You’re one of the best resources I have for BSD and JP literature. I’m eternally grateful for all the work you do

#bsd-bibliophile #survey #results #survey results #2023 #japanese literature #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd

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noctumbra · 2 years

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𝒊𝒊𝒊. 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌

🍂 summary ─ deep in your book, a coffee appears.

🍂 pairing ─ farmer!bucky barnes x reader

🍂 warnings ─ fluff, books, walk in a park, bucky is already smitten?? you betcha

🍂 a/n ─ i love him

Thursdays were Bucky’s off day as a result of his selling day being Wednesdays.

On Thursdays, he would be away from his little garden, his little barn─ his farm, overall─ and do normal stuff like getting coffee, browsing bookstores or trying new recipes. He would do all the things that would get his mind off of his work and real life for a little while, help him reset himself and start his week all rested.

Bucky liked Thursdays.

After seeing you at the coffee shop and the bookstore during two of them, Bucky started loving Thursdays. It usually meant everything for him to see you while doing something that he truly enjoys.

It was one of them Thursdays where he was strolling in the park. It had rained all day Wednesday, so some of the benches, grasses and the path where people jogged and walked were still wet. Apparently, not overly so, because Bucky saw people sitting and talking and enjoying the slightly chilly air.

The smell of rain was evident on the air: Its wetness was in the wind. Bucky loved this weather because it meant dressing up all cozy and soft and taking a walk without worrying if he would sweat through his clothes. Oh, it also meant that he would be wearing all the amazing sweaters his Ma knitted for him. They always made him feel like he was constantly being hugged by his mother whenever he put of one of the sweaters she gave him.

Bucky took a deep breath, filled his lungs with the smell of petrichor and coffee. It was coming from the bakery nearby.

Bucky’s favorite season was Autumn. He loved watching leaves changing color, trees baring themselves to the harsh weather and rain washing the dirt of the world away. He loved wearing his thick clothes, keeping his body warm with soft clothing. He also loved how coffee warmed him right up, cinnamon rolls and pumpkin spice lattes were being sold and coffee shops became cozier.

He just loved Autumn.

Filling his lungs with the crisp air again, Bucky continued his walk through the park. He watched the people around him: They were talking, walking, petting their dogs and sipping their coffees. Some were sitting on the dry benches and reading newspapers and books with a small cup of coffee sitting with them. He smiled. It always filled him with peace, this season.

As he looked through the people who were sitting on the benches, he saw you.

You were reading the book he suggested you, the one that he was going to buy himself because he loved the book so much that he wanted a physical copy in his library. You looked pretty immersed with it, and it made Bucky very happy.

You were playing with the lid of your coffee cup without taking your eyes off of the book, reading pages thoroughly. The bag he gave you was sitting next to you, half-draped over your lap, and Bucky could see the extra book in it. His smile widened as the design he painted on the bag winked at him cheekily. It always, always made Bucky very happy to see people enjoy his stuff; let it be the bags he designed, the books he suggested or the fruits/vegetables he grown and sold. It felt really good to be useful.

Leaning against an old tree, Bucky half-watched the scene before him ─people enjoying the cloudy day after a rainy one, and chatting happily─ and half-watched you. You were flipping the pages quickly, your coffee was long forgotten and probably went cold a while back now, Bucky saw you gasp. He grinned. He knew exactly which scene you were reading because he had the same reaction. He watched your eyes widen with shock, lips moving as your eyes moved on the page quicker.

“No, no, oh my God,” you were chanting. You flipped a page and read the first one quickly, leaning forward on your seat with one hand half-covered your mouth. After finishing the other page, you flipped the next one and frowned.

“You idiot!” you grumbled, and it was his favorite because it made him chuckle heartedly. “God, what a dumbass. Ugh.” He kept chuckling to himself as he made his way to the coffee-seller guy who opened up a small place in the park. He ordered two, small lattes and paid for them with a smile. He secured his bag on his shoulder and grabbed the coffees, making his way to you.

You didn’t notice him looming over you until you smelt the fresh coffee. Looking up, you gasped and placed a hand over your heart. “God, you scared me,” you breathed. “Hey,” you added later.

He smiled widely. “Hey. You looked pretty in deep,” he said, pointing the book. You hummed.

“It’s good,” you said. “Like really good.” He winked.

“Told you,” he shrugged carefully. He extended one of the coffees to you. “Yours look like it went cold ages ago. It’s chilly out here.” You blinked at him and looked from the coffee and to him.

“Y-you didn’t have to,” you stammered.

“It’s no problem, really,” he murmured. You grabbed the cup that was extended to you. “You looked a bit cold while deep in the book, and thought I could help you warm up a bit.” You felt the heat lick your face and ducked your head, choosing to take a sip instead of replying him.

Bucky smiled. He was aware that he made you feel a little uncomfortable, so he cleared his throat. “I should go and leave you to your book. Please continue to enjoy it,” he told you and sent you a sweet salute.

“Thank you for the coffee,” you murmured.

“Anytime,” was his answer, and it shouldn’t have made your heart flutter.

It was too late, though.

When emotions started to bloom, it was hard to stop the roots from spreading.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #park

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open-hearth-rpg · 3 months

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Hearts of Wulin Now at Age of Ravens

Hearts of Wulin, a PbtA game of wuxia romance and melodrama is now at Age of Ravens Games. Written by Joyce Ch*ng and Lowell Francis (me). This game and its expansion, Hearts of Wulin Worlds, offers a range of playstyles by focusing on the powerful heroes trapped by a web of obligations and personal desires.

It’s pretty awesome IMHO. It draws on the literature of writers like Jin Yong and Gu Long, in particular adaptations of those stories in dozens and dozens of TV series (Laughing in the Wind, The Proud Twins). It also works to include things like more recent web novels and their adaptations, with rules for xianxia and the fantastic. The core book includes ideas for various genres, narrating fight scenes, building entanglements, and handling historical/courtly games.

Hearts of Wulin: Worlds includes several settings:

Shadow of Joseon, set during the Korean Joseon Dynasty. (Yeonsoo Julian Kim)

1905: San Francisco, presents a Chinatown just emerging from the shadow of the Chinese Exclusion Act. (Banana Chan)

Cour de l'Eppee transports Hearts of Wulin to swashbuckling France. (Cat Evans)

Academy of the Blade offers a dueling academy inspired by Revolutionary Girl Utena. (Alison Tam)

Fight Me IRL is a unique take on cyberpunk. (James Mendez Hodes)

Silk & Steam gives you a wondrous silkpunk setting. (Kienna Shaw)

It also includes two major rules add-ons:

The Villain, a new playbook. Not all wulin "Heroes" are heroes with a capital H. Some start in a darker place...

Numberless Secrets, a new set of rules for telling mystery/investigation stories in Hearts of Wulin.

These can be found on Drivethrurpg– both are part of the ongoing GMs Day sale happening right now.

Personally I’m really excited about the future for Hearts of Wulin. Though I never learned the print run, I do know that the last of the physical copies recently sold out at Indie Press Revolution. I have a short list of things I’m hoping to accomplish.

Get it up on itch.io. I know some folks prefer to get their ttrpg pdfs via that site.

Figure out how to get Print-on-Demand versions up on Drivethru. I’ve been told this is a challenging process to get right, so I’m hoping to talk to some folks who have done it before.

Publish the Names & Entanglements deck. This was a self-print add-on for Hearts of Wulin. It's a useful resource for character creation and I’m hoping to have physical copy available for sale.

I’ve always said folks should feel free to hack and rework Hearts of Wulin as they wish. But I’d like to get a clear Creative Commons license out there for everyone and encourage folks to play around with the system.

Eventually I might do a 1.5 version bringing some of the HoW: Worlds material over into the main book, as well as a couple of rules updates.

I want to publish a collection of Numberless Secrets mysteries along with guidance for running detective wuxia games. I love the series Ancient Detective and this is the best way I get to play out those kinds of stories.

Get an online keeper which has easy to use set ups for all of the expansion worlds. We have a solid one– newly automated thanks to Agatha– but it doesn’t have all the expansions.

Some folks have done from amazing things with HoW so far (inspired by media like Scott Pilgrim, Cobra Kai, Star Wars and beyond). It would be great if I could assemble a collection of new hacks and settings, maybe with some additional play options.

Finalize the one translation agreement I’ve been offered.

I want to thank everyone who has read and/or played Hearts of Wulin. It remains a game I love to run and it would be amazing to have more people try it out.

#ttrpg #rpg #age of ravens #hearts of wulin

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rainbowsprinkledpirate · 1 year

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On The Other Side

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Male!Reader

Summary: Mos Pelgo flourished under Cobb's watch. The only problems he dragged you along to deal with were Tusken Raiders, a krayt dragon, and the occasional rough stranger passing through. No big deal, right?

Chapter I: Monsters and Trouble

Beep.

Beep. Beep.

Beep.

The insistent beeping from your comlink drags you from a fitful sleep and you fumble for the small device.

When it manages to avoid your fingers, you sit up. A low growl of anger bubbles up in your chest as you swipe it off the rickety table to your right, pressing the small button to answer.

"This better be good, Vanth."

No one else besides Cyar'ika would com you. If she wanted to speak with you she would have just come in and jibbered something along the line of 'get up' in Ewokese.

So, you could already imagine Cobb's eyes crinkling as he chuckles before answering, "Trust me, it is. I figured out a way to get the Tuskens to leave us be. Meet me in The Oasis in a few?"

A glance at the sun spilling across the sand-covered floor of your room lets you know you wouldn't be getting back to sleep anytime soon. But it wasn't like you were getting a good sleep anyway.

A heavy sigh tumbles from your lips as you mutter into the comlink, "I'll be there."

Cobb croons back immediately, "Atta boy."

Damn him and his smooth voice. Didn't you promise yourself you wouldn't be swayed by men like him ages ago?

You roll out of bed, sweat making your shirt stick to your back as you tread over to the small chest tucked into the corner of your room.

The house you stayed in with Cyar’ika was small so there wasn't room for much else other than the few bits of furniture you had. Which wasn't much, considering a bookshelf took up a majority of the room.

The shelf was stacked with a variety of books, all of which you kept as pristine as you could, since physical copies of books were almost non-existent in the Outer Rim Territories.

They were your pride and joy. One of the few things you actually cared to look after, alongside the old lady.

You nudge the small chest open with one foot before crouching down to dig out your outfit for the day.

Honestly, you didn't have much to choose from. Tatooine's climate saw to that.

You hesitate when you notice the armor sitting neatly on top of your other clothes. You couldn't remember much of your parents other than the pieces of armor they left with you.

Your mother's helmet, shoulder pauldrons, knee-pads, and thigh guards.

And your father's vambrace, breastplate and shin guards.

Your fingers ran over each one as you pulled them out and set them on your bed, deciding to leave the helmet.

In a way, it felt wrong to wear it. As if you weren't worthy of such yet. Honestly, you didn’t know if you would ever be. Which was another reason you often left the helmet behind, tucked away safely in the chest.

"Luufi are you up?" It wasn't that surprising to hear Cyar'ika this early.

She probably stayed up making Ahrisa all night again. Molding that spicy bread into something edible was a hobby she excelled at. Something you grew to appreciate.

"Yes, I'm up." You call back before tugging off the ratty sleep shirt that clung to your back.

Cyar'ika appeared at your door nearly giving you a heart attack. How she moved so quietly or quickly for her age will never cease to amaze you.

"You're going into town again, aren't you?" You wouldn't exactly call Mos Pelgo a town. It was more like a tiny village considering its population. Then again, you'd heard Cobb call it Freetown before.

"Yes, Cobb asked for me." Cyar'ika shook her head before wagging a finger at you.

"Now you listen here! Every time you go around that boy you end up coming home with more scratches than what you left with." A grimace crawls across your face as your old lady begins her rant. "A few weeks ago you went to meet with him about some raiders and came back with blaster burns. And just a day ago you met with him only to come home with three knife wounds. If you come back with any new hurts I'm gonna have to go talk to this Cobb Vanth myself. Understood? You're not some piece of meat to be used as he sees fit!"

She huffs a breath after spewing all of that and you stand silently by waiting to see if she has anything else to add.

After some more angry huffing, she raises a brow at you. You take that as a sign to speak up.

"Cyar'ika, he just wants to talk this time." She shakes her head again before chittering furiously in Ewokese. Something along the lines of 'stupid boys' and 'always getting into trouble'. From what you could pick out anyway.

Her fierce eyes pin you in your spot as she grunts, "He better. I'm serious about going to see him if you get hurt again, Luufi." You nod solemnly, uttering a low 'of course'.

There was no point in telling her you would most likely end up doing something stupid.

Each outing to meet Cobb ended the same. You'd both go somewhere trying to follow Cobb's patchy plan then you'd both end up limping home.

He was a smart man, but sometimes he chose the wrong path to follow. Maybe that's why you found it hard to stay away from him.

You'd hate for such a guy to end up dead somewhere and no one would know about it. Cobb deserved more than that. He proved so to you every day by protecting Mos Pelgo. Kind of like what you believe your parents did.

You finally end up making your way out of the shared home after tugging on your scuffed boots and snagging your blaster from under your pillow.

It didn't take long to walk that familiar path to the cantina. Walking in you weren't too surprised to see Cobb MIA. Usually when he contacted you he was out somewhere dealing with a few Marshal things. That's what you had taken to calling them anyway.

"Hey Taanti, how's it going?" The Weequay bartender ended up becoming one of your closest friends in Mos Pelgo. His aloof nature usually kept most at bay, but you were lucky enough to earn his friendship when you saved him ages ago during the fight with the Mining Collective.

You still didn't let Cobb live that down. He had let you take out most of the group alone while looking for rockets to 'finish them off' as he put it.

Taanti hums, mindlessly wiping off a glass, "It's going. You know not a lot happens all the way out here. Except with those kriffing Tuskens and that sand dragon."

A snort leaves you as you take a seat further in the cantina, facing the doorway. This was the best place to sit and clean your blaster while waiting for Cobb. As well as speak to Taanti if you want.

"You've run into more trouble with them?" Unease stirs your gut as he slams the glass on the bar growling lowly in a language you don't recognize.

"They took out this small group of traders I had a good connection with. It made what little stock I have plummet." He sighs before straightening up, grabbing another glass to clean. "I suppose nothin' can really be done about them."

You can't help the small smile you send his way. He frowns when he notices.

"Don't tell me the Marshal-" Taanti cuts himself off when a figure darkens the doorway to the cantina.

Your heart somersaults in your chest at the sight of the fully beskar clad Mandalorian.

Taanti stiffens, glancing at you before focusing on the Mandalorian. There was only one reason a Mandalorian would be in this nearly isolated town.

He was hunting someone.

Tannti, remaining his usual aloof self, examines the Mandalorian before saying, "Can I help you?"

The Mandalorian looks straight over at you before approaching the bar and leaning against it.

"I'm looking for a Mandalorian." When he speaks you can't help shuddering. The voice modulator he had in his helmet did little to hide the timber of his voice. And the way he stood, there was a quiet air of confidence around him that spoke volumes of what he was capable of.

Dank farrik you were screwed.

If he was here for you, you wouldn't put up much of a fight. There was no point trying to fight a Mandalorian. Especially since you didn’t want to drag anyone else into problems from your past. You guess someone scraped up enough credits to take you down after what you did.

"Well, we don't get many visitors in these parts. Can you describe him?" Tannti looks down at the glass in his hand. You can tell the Mandalorian's presence unnerves him.

"Someone who looks like me." The Mandalorian leans back and you can feel his eyes burning into you from behind the helmet. You try to ignore him and focus on cleaning your blaster, but you notice Tannti looking over at you too.

"You mean the Marshal?" The glare you throw Tannti's way is enough to keep him from mentioning you as well.

The armor you wore, however, was glaringly obvious. It was what kept drawing the Mandalorians attention to you. You didn't have a doubt in your mind that he would want to take it. But it was rightfully yours.

The Mandalorian continues to look at you as he questions Tannti, "Your Marshal wears Mandalorian armor?" He didn't sound too happy to learn this. Then again he wasn't exactly mad about it, just curious and maybe confused. It was hard to tell with the helmet masking his facial expression.

When another figure darkens the doorway to the cantina, you feel yourself relax.

Tannti looks over at the same time you do, stating, "Well, see for yourself."

As the Mandalorian turns to face Cobb you finally see the little green creature messing around with the spittoon pot by the doors. Ugh, what in the Maker is that?

The creature's round eyes peer at you over the lip of the spittoon and you feel a smile tug at the corner of your lips. It was kinda cute... In a weird way.

The creature coos and wobbles over to you making you glance nervously at the Mandalorian. Luckily he seems to be focused on Cobb. His stance relaxes a bit at the sight of someone that looks like him.

"What brings you here, stranger?" Cobb speaks up after the two men examine each other. He was excited to see a real Mandalorian up close. Funny how you could easily read Cobb with the helmet on, but not the Mandalorian.

"I've been searching for you for many parsecs." He utters in a notably softer tone than when speaking to Tannti.

Cobb being Cobb motions to himself with a flourish while humming, "Well, now you found me." He makes his way up to Taanti.

"Weequay, two snorts of spotchka." He hums, taking the offered bottle and two cups from Taanti before moving over to a table. "Why don't you join me for a drink?"

He makes his way past the Mandalorian to a table sitting down. As he goes to remove the helmet you notice how the Mandalorian stops in his tracks following Cobb. You click the last piece of your blaster back in place and see the Mandalorian go ridged.

Well, that wasn't a good sign.

You guess in Mandalorian culture someone who wasn't a Mandalorian shouldn't wear the armor. How much of a sin that was to them you didn't know. If you had to help Cobb fight a Mandalorian you would.

Small taloned fingers gripping your pants leg pull your attention off the stiff Mandalorian and down to the green creature.

Cobb continues on speaking as if he weren't in any danger, "I've never met a real Mandalorian." You can hear him chuckle as you focus on the creature. "Heard stories. I know you're good at killing. And probably none too happy to see me wearing this hardware. So… I figure only one of us walking out of here. But then I see the little guy… and I think, maybe I pegged you wrong."

"Who are you?" The Mandalorian stiffly questions Cobb. And you know that having the creature so close to you makes the Mandalorian even more uncomfortable if how he shifts is anything to go off of.

Cobb jovially introduces himself as the Marshal of Mos Pelgo while the Mandalorian looks between you two.

"Where did you get the armor?" He was so stiff you worry that one wrong move would make him shatter.

You catch the glance Cobb throws your way. You had already heard the story a million times. He bought it off some Jawas.

"Hand it over." At the low order you glance down at the little green creature.

You couldn't exactly blame the Mandalorian. If you traveled to many parsecs looking for more of your kind only to find a fake you'd be mad too. Especially since there were hardly any Mandalorians left in the galaxy. What little hope he had of speaking with someone of his Creed must have been dashed.

Even from your place hesitantly handing the creature a piece of Ahrisa bread from Cyar'ika you can hear Cobb straighten up.

"Look, pal, I'm sure you call the shots where you come from, but 'round here, I'm the one who tells folks what to do."

The Mandalorian steps closer to Cobb firmly stating, "Take it off." His hand hovers over the blaster at his side. "Or I will."

The creature by then has managed to crawl into your lap. How he managed to pull his tiny body up to you goes over your head. The little monster was oblivious to the danger, reaching for the rest of your bread. Him being literally in your hands puts you in a bad position, considering the creature belongs to the Mandalorian who was currently facing off against your friend. And his gaze was honed in on you, occasionally flicking back to Cobb.

"We gonna do this in front o' the kid?" Your idiot of a friend questions with a tilt of his head, pointing at the creature. A shiver rolls down your spine and the creature coos, tilting his head to peer up at you as if he can sense your unease.

"He's seen worse." The Mandalorian utters and you suddenly realize you were holding the hunter's kid.

Shit.

Cobb sighs, "Right here, then?"

"Right here." The Mandalorian stands his ground as Cobb slowly stands.

You knew Cobb was smarter than this. He might pick the wrong path to follow going after raiders or the Tuskens, but he wouldn't willingly put anyone except himself in danger. If anything you both had more monsters and trouble to worry about than a Mandalorian wanting armor returned to his people. Cobb had to come up with something quickly. Hopefully, the Mandalorian didn't have an itchy trigger finger.

Next Chapter -> tbd

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Luufi - Ewokese for flower.

Cyar'ika - Mando'a for sweetheart, beloved, or darling. In this case, your old lady is known as Sweetheart/Darling, depending on which one you like more. Even Beloved could work if you like that one better than the others.

Aikiyc beroya - Mando'a for desperate bounty hunter.

AN: I honestly don't know if I'm writing the Mando'a words right because there isn't really a lot in the Mando'a dictionary to begin with, but I believe I did well. The Mando'a translator helps.

#mando x male reader #x male reader #din djarin x male reader #din x you #din djarin x you #mando x you #x reader #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #male reader #reader is a cowboy #star wars #star wars fanfiction #criticism welcome

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Hello! I've seen a bit of wiccan (?) things for a while, if I were to start I wouldn't even know how to start though. (my autistic ass does not leave the house and my mom would probably think it's weird to make strange concoctions of things) I also don't really know how deities work and how do you find out which one your communicating with? Tbh I've always felt like someone is around but whatever god it is seriously fucking hates me /hj Been better since I started medication but like the luck I have is 50/50 good bad and that is probably not normal. If you answer this it'd be very helpful.

Hi! Thanks for the ask!

I just want to start by defining a few terms for you :)

Wicca/Wiccan: A pagan religion that focuses on nature, magic and witchcraft. It was founded in the mid 20th century and Wiccans primarily worship 2 Gods which are personifications of nature.

Witch: Just a person who practices witchcraft. It's a non-gendered term and a non-religious term/practice. Not all witches are Wiccan but all Wiccans are witches. Witches can be absolutely anyone

Personally, I'm not Wiccan so I can't really tell you much about that but if there is one thing I know, it's witchcraft! There are many different places to start but I'm going to condense it down as much as humanly possible. It'll probably feel like a bit of information overload so just try to take it slow and relax. Enjoy the learning.

My favourite book for beginner witchcraft is 'Witchery: Embrace the Witch Within' by Juliet Diaz. She is a fantastic author and wonderful human. Everything about the basics of witchcraft you could need is in that book (imo). You should be able to find a pdf online if you can't get a physical copy.

As for youtube channels with solid content:

Harmony Nice: She covers everything Wicca. She has a playlist with all her Wiccan/witchy content witch is linked here

The Witch of Wonderlust: Olivia has been a favourite witchy youtuber of mine for a while. I wouldn't recommend jumping into her videos without any prior knowledge but once you have a grasp on the bare bones it should be okay. Here is a playlist she made with everything you could possibly need when beginning witchcraft. SOrt through the videos and see what peeks your interest.

The Hearth Witch: Another wonderful account if I remember correctly. Her videos used to be on the longer end (30-60mins) so if you have a short attention span then maybe not but she has a wealth of information.

I also recommend joining a few discord servers, following a few pages on tumblr just to get acquainted with the community and terminology.

Okay, on to the deity work situation. Deity work is generally considered more intermediate in the witchcraft community. key words being 'Deity WORK'. Worship is completely fair game. Setting up an altar, praying, leaving offerings, doing activities in devotion to the deity is absolutely something you can do relatively quickly.

As for IDing a deity, most people do it through 'divination' which is things like tarot, a pendulum, dice, bone throwing, and other ways. Most people also ask for signs that a specific deity is 'reaching out' to them or wants them to pay attention. You can also politely ask someone who is volunteering their time on tumblr or a discord server to find out for you via divination. If they don't say their doing free readings, obviously, don't ask.

Finally. luck is luck. It makes no sense for a literal God to hate a human. We all have periods of shitty luck and awesome luck! I wouldn't blame that on anything. Sometimes bad things just happen unfortunately. But sometimes amazing things also happen, even if it's just as small is finding 5 cents on the footpath.

That was so long. Congrats if you made it to the end because I nearly didn't when writing this. I hope this helped a bit. Feel free to reach out if you need a hand with anything. Thanks :)

#witchblr #witchcraft #paganism #hellenic polytheism #witch #pagan witch #hellenic pagan #witches #baby witch #beginner witch #new witch

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i think doug eiffel would be a really good gift giver since, like. he's got such a thing about his own birthday, and he can be very thoughtful when it comes to the people he cares about. i'm sure he was amazing at picking gifts for anne. he knows exactly what kids are going to be excited about because he's kinda just an overgrown kid himself. like, he's picking stuff he also thinks is awesome. eiffel is just waiting for any excuse to buy toys; i know that must have been one of the most exciting things for him as a new dad.

eiffel gives minkowski a hard time about her birthday (why does she get star wars day? unfair.) but she's always pleasantly surprised by his gifts - things she mentioned in passing months ago, that she didn't think he was even paying attention to, and that he knew she wouldn't get for herself. he brings little things for hera all the time - flowers, seashells, whatever trinkets he thinks she'll like. when she finds some favorite albums, he buys her records (as well as copies of her favorite books), and he's kinda embarrassed at first that they're always secondhand, but she genuinely likes that better. especially if she can't physically, personally interact with them, she likes objects that have a history, that look a little worn and well-loved. lovelace is probably the hardest to shop for - i think she's more interested in experiences than things, and i don't think spending time with doug eiffel is... at all what she wants as a gift, literally ever - but he could probably find a way to get his hands on some sports tickets or something she'd like.

i really believe it's about the thought, anyway. i don't think eiffel has ever had money to spare, it's not like he's buying anything fancy, but he is... surprisingly thoughtful, at times.

#wolf 359 #w359 #doug eiffel #also like that thing about him putting so much effort into a mixtape for someone who didn't appreciate it #and that he put 'more effort into that than his entire high school career' ... like that's so. people are his priority #however complicated that gets sometimes.#he's still got SUCH a thing about his birthday as a thirty year old man like i don't think he would want anyone else to feel that #also i still stand by eiffel and hera should make mixtapes for each other. and he should give her a promise ring #that she literally can't wear. important.#also to be fair i also think hera and minkowski are. to varying degrees. in their own ways #also probably more Experiences People. but hera needs both at this point i think. literally anything.

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Today I found and bought two new Sofia The First magazines in a magazine stand, in a town next to mine. (That's what the post is about) 🪻✨️💗

I live in a small town, I came to the neighboring city (a slightly bigger one; where there is a cinema, adequate medical care and clinics, things that are scarce in my town and everyone comes here when they need one of these things) to do an eyesight exam, because recebtly I've been feeling my vision getting worse. Going to the clinic, I found a magazine stand on the other street, and I asked my family (who were with me) if they could accompany me there later. I did the exam, and I'm still under the influence of the eye drops, so it's been torture to write this text, but I need to tell you what I found. You won't believe it: TWO DIFFERENT EDITIONS OF SOFIA THE FIRST MAGAZINES! THOSE THAT ARE NO LONGER PRODUCED! IN FACT, SEVERAL COPIES OF THEM! There were like, 7 magazines from the same edition, perfectly new, never touched, ON THE FLOOR. (And no, I'm not from Rio De Janeiro, there are a lot of sidewalks with this pattern here in Brazil)

A while ago, I think it was in January, I was wondering if I should also go to this city and look for Sofia The First merch, because in my small town I've already looked at all the stores and there's nothing left to see here (how many, about 4 ? 5? Yes, it really is a small city, I know all these places and you can visit them all in 1 or 2 hours at most, walking down the street, without a car). I found some stickers and birthday invitations, I posted them a while ago, I used them for journaling in my sketchbook.

(@shychick-52 do you see the Donald Duck magazines there?? When I saw them I immediately thought about you, they're on the bottom left of the pic and there's more in the top right. Pato Donald is Donald Duck, Tio Patinhas is Scrooge McDuck's name in Brazil. I don't know a thing about Ducktales, I'm sorry!)

I literally gasped. I was just going there for fun, as I like books, magazines and vintage products like records and CDs, so I really like physical media. Those places full of trinkets are extremely fun for me, and whenever I have the opportunity I like to look at everything, down to the smallest details. I love music and vinyl stores, stationery stores, party stores, haberdashery, so a magazine stand sounds amazing to me too! I hadn't been to one in years! (I never went thrifting in my life. It would be an amazing day to spend an evening)

There weren't only Sofia The First ones, you see, these kinds of magazines aren't produced anymore since kids don't have any interest in them. So most of the children's magazines there were dated around 2012-2016! You don't even have to look for the dates to know that, the Strawberry Shortcake ones, Frozen (FROZEN, DUDE! FROZEN!!!) (In one of my STF magazines there's even an ad of these Frozen magazines, they were produced during the same time), there were Disney Junior ones (If you look closely you can see the Lion Guard cover on that pic where I show you the pile of STF magazines, it's on top of them), Disney Princess, EVEN MONSTER HIGH. I didn't took a pic of this one, but as far as I know, you don't find these anywhere anymore. I felt like going back to 2015, when I was a kid those activity magazines and visiting the magazine stands were extremely fun, the themes on the children's magazines were exactly these, I remember the sticker albums, so many good memories. It makes sense, since they're the same ones, but they were never sold.

Besides the children magazines, they sell mangas, magazines, books, word search and activity books, cooking books, comic books/magazines (superhero themed or not- DC comics, Marvel, but also Disney and national works, for example our beloved Turma Da Mônica), and even toys and stuff.

So I figured maybe I'd find silly things here too, it's a bigger town but after all it's still small, it's just 40 mins away from mine, maybe I could find little birthday hats that I can cut out? Gift bags? Maybe stickers and coloring kits, silly things. Of course, knowing about the magazine stands there, something that my hometown NO LONGER has, inside of me had a small amount of hope that I could find something, but not much, as I live in the rural/interior part of Brazil and many products are bootleg, you know those princess books with wonky faces written "princess coloring book"? Stuff like that. But there was still a shred of hope, despite knowing that there probably wouldn't be anything interesting. I just went there because I have fun searching for little things.

AND WHEN I GOT THERE.... THE MAGAZINES WERE JUST THERE. AT THE ENTRANCE. ON THE ?!?!?!?!? FLOOR?!??!??! (You can see the pic up there) ON THE DIRTY SIDEWALK FULL OF DIRT AND DUST AND ALL KINDS OF NASTY THINGS?!??! HELL NAH

It was like they were just waiting for me to get them, they were the first things that I saw. I KNEW THAT I WOULD FIND SOMETHING. In fact, as I always hope to find cool things in these stores I frequent, I always expect something. I'm usually disappointed, but I always try to find it. AND THIS TIME I FOUND IT. NOT ONE, NOT TWO, BUT LIKE A DOZEN of STF magazines from the same edition, still packaged AND WITH THE GIFT. ALL OF THEM.

As my parents had work to do in our town and needed to return, I had to look at everything quickly. Luckily the magazine stand was small, so I was able to look at a few things, and while the attendant (who seemed bored (thankfully, the fact that she was very slow gave me time to look a little more)) served other customers (she was slow with them too, which gave me more time thank god), I continued looking at all sides of the stand, observing every small detail to look for treasures. If there were several copies of an issue of Sofia The First magazine still packed there, then there must have been more, hidden behind that enormous amount of information. I didn't had enough time because my parents needed to go back home, but I wish I could have saw the content from the Disney Junior magazines. I opened it and looked through the pages, only the last two pages were about Sofia The First, but I still had a lot to look so I put it back and went to search for more.

That's the one I got, the edition I mentioned

12 brazillian reais are worth around 2,50 dollars. For us, in talks about value, it would be like- 5 dollars? Not too cheap like literal 2 dollars, it's like, a cheap price, but not that much. For us, I mean. I don't know if you get what I mean, my explanation was terrible

Before, as we were late for the exam and the whole family was going (we all went to take the exam) I only took with me my cellphone and headphones, I didn't bring my money or even a purse or a backpack. My father bought me the magazine, I got so happy. Actually, he just let me have it and gave me the money, so I went to the attendant. The magazines had an elastic band around to secure them, as you can see in the pic, and I took them to the girl and asked for her help to get one out. As I'm used to being very friendly, and I was very happy, I approached the girl, asked for her help, and as she got them out of the elastic band, I kept talking "I can't believe I found this!! They are no longer produced, they are rare items, and I'm collecting them! I didn't think I would find anything like this here, it definitely made my day." I noticed that the attendant wasn't very friendly back, in fact she was very quiet and seemed a little bored, but I didn't care, I was too happy to worry about judgement looks from people I don't know, at least I was friendly and I did my part. My young brother later told me that when I turned my back she looked confused and shrugged, perhaps thinking "to each their own, right?". She went to serve the other customers and in the meantime I continued to look through the magazines, hoping to find more.

Important detail: I still had eye drops, my pupils were extremely dilated and I could see nearby objects blurred, so searching thoroughly was very difficult. Imagine looking at all that information without being able to see things closer than 1m from you. I'm still convinced I didn't manage to look at everything. I found more Disney Princess magazines (dated in 2014? 2015? somewhere around that) and that's when I saw it. I literally had to crouch down to look at the magazines in the lower sections of the shelf, they were stacked and they covered each other, and when I saw the Sofia The First logo I quickly grabbed it. IT WAS ANOTHER EDITION - A FLOATING PALACE THEMED ONE. Unfortunately this time it was out of the packaging, and I have no idea if someday there was even a gift with it, but I don't care, it was amazing to find this.

That's the Disney Princess magazines I was talking about! In that first pic I took, at the start of the post, you can see a Belle themed one. The Ariel themed magazine looks so old that the paint is stained and started to fade (it was in the front showcase while the other ones were carefully placed inside the stand), thankfully the STF ones were brand new. Well, almost.

Now that I'm home and I'm already seeing a little better, I'm gonna show you the magazines. Not all of them unfortunately, because a post only supports 10 pics and each magazine has 15/20+ pages so like... yeah. I wanna scan them and put them in a Google drive folder, or at least post a video about them in my YouTube channel, but that's more unlikely. If I had all of them, definitely, but I don't think it's worth recording a video if it's not with all the issues, don't you think? Anyway.

What's written in the first one: The Queen's Birthday Party! (This one came with the necklace)

In the second one: Sofia's vacation!

Let's take a closer look at the necklace

I'm fighting the urge to use it. I really want to use that tag in my sketchbook and the charm of the necklace in something like a keychain, but I cann'ttt bring myself to destroy something that is not produced anymoreeee😭😭😭

In the Floating Palace magazine, there is not even a single page where the sea monster is in. Not even a single one.

But in the "Queen's Birthday Party" one, there are three pages where Cedric is in! Yayy!!! They did him justice!!!

If anyone's curious about Miranda's birthday party, it's a comic and someone already posted it on Tumblr. Here is the link.

You know, that "Queen's Birthday Party" it's very exclusive, I don't remember the show having any episode like this, and the next activities in the magazine talk about the vacation they did in the comic and also the birthday party. Besides that, we have a lot of activities related to Tilly and family, and the main arts and crafts activity from this magazine is making a family tree. I believe that this magazine's topic is family.

I can't show you all the pages, but at least I can publish the pages Cedric is in and add more stuff to my Cedric merch masterlist (and personal research)

Well at least he's there. I have seen this art around like 20 times but they remembered that Cedric is a Sofia The First character so that's good I guess

They did him dirty here

AND THIS!!!! THIS ABSOLUTELY THIS!!! MY FAVORITE ONE!!!1!1!!!1!1!!1

YOU GUYS DON'T KNOW HOW LOUD I GASPED, WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I ALMOST STARTED JUMPING AND SCREAMING "YIPEE YIPEEE"

I'll translate it to you this time, so you can understand how I'm feeling right now

✨️Translation:✨️

Enchancia Castle

Title: Fraternal Bonds

Before leaving, Aunt Tilly gives her brother a big hug. Which pairs of siblings do you know from Sofia's world? Mark the correct pairs below.

THAT IS SO AAARRRGGGAGGAGAVVSGGSBBAVSGJ💖💖😭💗💞💗💞😭💞😭💗😭💞😭💖💗💖

I KNOW THAT CEDRIC AND SOFIA ARE THE WRONG OPTION, BUT I CAN'T. THAT IS SO CUTE I MIGHT EXPLODE I DON'T KNOW

that's what we had for today, I reached the 10 image per blog limit as always, no one's surprised

#sofia the first #sofia the fandom #merch #magazine #stf magazine #cedric the sorcerer #cedric the great #cedric the sensational #queen miranda #king roland #prince james #princess amber #baileywick #aunt tilly #oona

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