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ada7201 · 4 months

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How about the Blue Lock female player reader who has Unohana's personality, in the Blue Lock vs Japan u20 match? The Unohana reader is basically scaring the shit out of the Japan u20 team before the match starts, while in the match, and also after the match. She even scared Sae. For the first time, Sae felt true fear for the first time in his whole life.

i absolutely love this. i also love sae, but my man needs to be put in his place! for rin ♡ also, i’ve mentioned this before but i havent finished the blue lock manga so i don’t know much about the u20 team! i’ll just write them how i want for the sake of the story :3

“she’s scary!”

★ part 1 ★ part 2 ★ part 3

warnings ⭣ ⭣

female reader, swearing

(don’t forget to request any ideas you guys have!)

the japan u20 team were pretty surprised to hear that a girl was on the blue lock team - and even more surprised when they met you before the match.

you seemed so sweet, and gentle! how could a girl like you be a striker? an egoist?

“did you see the girl? she was a total snowflake!” Sendo chuckled, thinking back on the way you were so sweet to him - conversing with him as if he wasn’t gonna be playing against you the next day.

“yeah, but she was a hottie!” Aiku would chime, slipping his shirt on.

“she seemed really nice!” Neru would smile.

“lukewarm, is what she is.” Sae would sigh, looking away from the team to shuffle through his locker.

their opinions soon changed as they got onto the field.

as soon as they took their first step onto the field, a dark sense of dread came over the team.

“does anyone else feel that?” one of the players would ask, chuckling nervously.

they all shrugged the feeing off, instead choosing to listen to their ego and play.

the whistle was blown loudly, signaling for the match to start when you came rushing towards the u20 team, eyes sharp.

Aiku’s eyes widened, feeling a gust of wind past him - only to realise it was that girl from the day before who had just passed him.

wow, you were really fast -

“Aiku! move!” another u20 player would shout, warning him to move out of your way as you followed after them, attempting to steal the ball from under their feet.

you were like a flash on the field, easily passing any player and taking their ball.

SLAM!

the sound of your foot crashing against the ball echoed across the field - before the crowd cheered at your goal.

y/n scores the first goal of the game! 1-0 in favour of blue lock!

Shidou wasn’t all that surprised at the sound - as he had heard it many times. but you couldn’t say the same for the rest of the u20 team - who had wide eyes.

how could your foot even make that sound?

Sendo watched as you once again sped towards their side of the field, feet thumping against the field with each heavy step you took.

“the fuck do you think your doing? either move or get that ball stolen from you.” you say, dark eyes trained on the player in front of you.

should he do it—? no, he can’t! his ego won’t allow it -

your eyes seemed to darken impossibly more, face contorting into a scowl as you watched Sendo clearly disobey your order.

SLAM!

your foot slammed down on the ball as you passed to Rin.

“how dare you.” you whisper as you finally get a moment to stand, and breathe.

you lean closer to Sendo, ego filled eyes narrowing.

“don’t ever think of doing that again, okay?” you hiss, before dashing away and towards the ball who was being kicked by Sae.

you couldn’t see, but Sendo’s face paled significantly, and his eyes widened.

was he… sweating?

SLAM!

y/n scores once again! blue lock in the lead, 3 - 1!

you were staring to irritate Sae - who do you think you are, coming onto the field like that and acting like you’re not just another player who wants to be the best?

he never thought you were that scary, until he felt your dark presence loom over him.

he could practically feel your ego radiating off of your soft skin.

“move, or get run over.” you say simply, eyes practically stabbing through Sae’s back.

Rin was on the other side of the field, but he knew - he could see on his brother’s expression that something was off. he must’ve run into y/n, Rin thinks.

he noticed the way Sae’s lips slightly frowned - eyebrows knitted together in fear.

Sae was … scared. really fucking scared.

how could he not be, when you were right behind him ready to collide with his bigger body?

“i said fucking move!” you practically bark, before running past him - your shoulder bumping his.

the rest of the game was a blur to everyone - the only thing they could remember was your dark eyes glaring back at them.

the locker room was silent, only the player’s shaky breaths could be heard.

you had fucking crushed them and their team.

could their ego ever recover after receiving such a blow?

Sae could barley stand walking near you as you exited the building.

“oh, hello. you’re Sae, right?” you’d say sweetly to him, smiling politely at the older Itoshi.

he slowly turned his head to you, heartbeat quickening as he heard your voice. it was lighter than when it was on the field, yet he still couldn’t help but feel nervous.

“um, hi.” he managed to choke out, taking a side step away from you to create some distance, which you responded to by moving closer.

“you’re a good player.” you say, that sugary smile still on your lips. “i’m sorry if i scared you.”

scared him…?

you fucking terrified him, along with the rest of the u20 team.

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angsthology · 4 months

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Pay Attention to Things That Most People Ignore ☆ LS2

logan sargeant is most definitely not most people. it was time he started learning how

characters/pairings; daughter of poseidon!reader, chiron, mr. d, son of apollo!logan, theo (oc), son of athena!oscar.

warnings; monsters, typical pjo-type violence, logan is hopeless but that’s okay! some chb innacurracy sorry i havent read the books in a while, err very rushed writing im sorry, LAWD this is a mess i tell u 😭 perhaps i hate it — 3k words.

a/n; is the title... an all-american bitch lyric? yes. why? im not good and titles and i went to that song in instinct... for no reason. also this was based on a request — though i do admit its a little bit different as i would (hopefully) be making a part 2 hehe. by now im realizing how this title prob has nothin to do with the story

Over the years, she’s come to accept her life. Did it hurt when it felt like her entire life ended? Of course. Does it still hurt when she turns on the television to see them basically rubbing it on her face? —Whatever.

In theory, she probably could’ve gotten away with it had she not been a daughter of one of the big three—thanks a lot, dad. —but it was proven one too many times that it was not safe for her or any of the other kids. If it didn’t put anyone else’s life at risk, she would’ve disobeyed her mother, she really would (she was a child, she really hasn’t grasped the full concept of what other people would feel).

But, you know, oh well.

It’s sixteen years later and she still has that lingering grudge in the back of her head as the screen plays another Grand Prix — another Grand Prix she could’ve probably been a part of.

She tried, she really tried so hard to forget about it, to let go of it, but again, it was proven to be way too hard to let go of something she had an actual chance of, an actual good chance.

Though it might be hard to let go, she couldn’t really complain much about the life she actually had now.

Sure, it gets pretty lonely sometimes being a forbidden child, there weren’t exactly much of them (that are known and living at camp). But she had everyone else, despite practically being an only child at camp, to her everyone else there were her little siblings—of course, that probably has something to do with the fact that she was the oldest camper and the one who has been there longest.

When she heard a set of the all-too-familiar clops her heart dropped from its current fast-paced beating.

She quickly closed your laptop shut, cringing when you heard how loud of a sound it had made. That was it. She didn’t even try hiding her disappointment in herself. She slowly emerged from under the blanket with her lips tightly-wound shut, bracing herself with whatever the Centaur will have to say, her mind playing a quick telepathic farewell to her laptop.

“Hello, Y/N.”

She sighed, “Chiron.”

“Where and how?”

She swallowed the pre-existing nerves in her throat, “Mr. D.”

He hummed in response, so she continued.

“A pack of Heineken and two bottles of Jack Daniels.”

“Hm, good picks.” She responded lowly under her breath with a small ‘yeah’ as Chiron walked closer to the head of her bed near the bed-side table—his hooves making clopping noises each step.

The silence was taking too long to her liking so she just went to get it over with, “So, you’re gonna take it away from me?” she paused, then mumbling under her breath for herself, “—it’s probably another Red Bull win, anyway.”

Apparently, it was loud enough for the Centaur to hear, making him chuckle.

Surprisingly, he didn’t mention anything else about the laptop, “Who do you support?”

Hearing the question quickly made her look up from her fidgeting hands to see the smile on his face, she screwed her brows in confusion as she continues to look at Chiron for—something. Then, realizing that he was still waiting for an answer, she shook her head.

“Uhm—well, uh—”

“You think that Lando will ever get a win?”

That seemed to loosen her up, “Ugh, Gods, I hope. I’m getting exhausted over here—you know, sometimes I really wish I could ask the Oracle about it.”

He chuckled then which made her crack a smile.

When it died down, Chiron looked at her smiling face. He couldn’t help but frown a little, he knew how she felt about racing, he knew how she still feels about it.

“Y/N.”

She looks up at him, “Yeah?”

“So, I am aware that your birthday is nearing…”

“I mean… why wouldn’t you be? I’m here all-year-round.”

Chiron cleared his throat at her interruption, giving her a look.

“Sorry.”

He acknowledged and continued, “I am also aware that it lines up with a certain event…”

She raised an eyebrow it that, almost guessing what that said ‘event’ was.

“So,” he stopped, initially had her thinking he was just pausing but when he left out the door of her cabin she raised her hands as if saying ‘what gives?’

Seconds passed and it seemed like Chiron wasn’t going to come back any time soon so instead she stumbled off of her bed to quickly catch up to the Centaur that was headed to a building—the girl almost caught up to him, almost following him into the building but he was already back out in a good few seconds, stopping her right in front of the set of stairs, raising both her hands in question once more, “You just left. ‘So’, what?”

“I have it arranged that you will be attending the Miami Grand Prix.” He smiled as he handed her a lanyard.

She swore her eyes looked like it could’ve popped out of their sockets in a matter of seconds. She couldn’t believe what she was holding; a paddock pass. She couldn’t believe Chiron had done this for her considering how careful of a man (well, half-man) he is especially with her being a forbidden child. This was about to turn into the best birthday yet.

When she looked up to the smiling Chiron, her mouth still hung open in shock but her arms immediately wrapped around the man’s body in a bone-crushing hug.

She didn’t know how many ‘thank you’s that spilled out of her mouth but next thing she knew he was hugging her back with a chuckle escaping his lips.

After a few more ‘thank you’s from her, she pulled away smiling at him, “I thought you’d rather keep me here forever, why now?”

He cleared his throat, “Well, you are turning twenty-one, not many of you reach that kind of age—don’t tell them I said that—so I’d like to make it a bit more special.”

Still smiling, she looked at the paddock pass in her hand again, “You don’t know how much I appreciate this, Chi. Thank you, again.”

Being there felt… odd… unnatural.

She always thought if she were ever walking through the paddocks she would be walking as a driver.

What was even more odd was she felt her senses tingling, like she was being watched.

It was a bustling crowded place with many more interesting people compared to her, so it was weird to her that she felt like she was being watched of all people.

But alas, she brushed it off. It didn’t feel like anything bad—if it were, she would know—so she’s just going to have to save that thought for later.

She had to remind herself why she’s here; daydream in real-time of what could’ve been.

Yeah, she weren’t really keen on letting that go.

That is, until she was into her head she failed to notice the person—and group of people that came with said person—she was running into.

Before she knew it, a strong arm was holding her back with too much force for her liking, the action itself almost kicking in her self defense instinct until the person she did bump into pushed the hand away.

He was now talking to her, she assumed, but she was too focused on the person who had pushed her away.

Something about him felt… off. He was what she would count as freakishly huge for a normal human being, her eyes couldn’t help but recalculate the large man over and over until eventually the person that has been trying to get her attention snaps her out of it.

“Sorry, that’s Theo, he’s like that. I swear he doesn’t mean any harm.”

The scowl she hadn’t realized that made it’s way to her face slowly dropped as she slowly move her gaze to the person that was talking to her.

When their eyes met, she swore she saw a flash of something pass by his expression.

“Yeah,” she finally let go of this ‘Theo’ person and found her words, “Sorry I bumped into you.”

“That’s fine.” There was a brief silence across them until he cleared his throat, “I’m Logan, by the way.”

“Yeah, I know. You drive for Williams.” She replied flatly.

He cleared his throat again, scanning her for the shortest moment, “Do I know you?”

She looked to his eyes again with a small squint. “Most likely not. Good luck, bye.”

Before he could say anything else she was already speed-walking away. And for some odd reason, Logan found himself watching her walk away before getting pulled away himself just in the same time as the girl turned around to give a watchful eye.

It was getting annoying. This was supposed to be a weekend to enjoy but she could not help but feel that uneasiness creeping up on her. Over the years she had somewhat mastered the ability—well more the ability mastering her—of sensing bad things, whether that was events or creatures alike.

So, to simply put that together, that’s how she found herself sneaking around the Williams garage. Not hospitality, garage.

From years of quests here and there, many hours of weapons training, and not to mention capture the flag schemings with other campers, she had mastered the skill of being sneaky. It really did work well in her favor.

What she didn’t expect was to be completely entranced the moment she got into the busy garage; it was the first time she was seeing a real life-size F1 car in real-time.

Everything was so enchanting to her, it felt like she was reliving her childhood dreams all over again. When she had gone through with her plan, she didn’t really register the fact that she was going to go face to face with an actual working Formula One garage.

She really tried to stay focused on the task at hand but it really was in her blood to be unfocused.

“Hey!”

Somehow, just somehow, she had heard his voice over the loud noises around her and just somehow, she knew he was addressing her.

Immediately, she tried to hide or duck behind something—anything just so she didn’t have to face him.

Before she knew it a hand was gripping her upper arm and pulling her somewhere quieter and she was met with green eyes that looked at her with suspicion.

“Are you like a fan or something?”

She was taken aback by his words.

“…what?”

“Are you following me?”

“What—no. I mean not you specifically—why did I say that.” she whispered the last part to herself. If she was being honest, she hasn’t really been brushing up her skills in socializing with anyone else that weren’t the campers.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing! I—”

Their conversation—if you could’ve called it that anyway—was interrupted by the same man she had been suspecting from earlier.

“There you are.” It was the first time she was hearing his voice and just by that she already knew that they were going to be in big trouble. His voice was low and unnerving, saying the words as if he’s been searching for them not for worried purposes rather unfortunate ones.

Logan didn’t seem to have the same feeling as her as he looked more relieved among other things to see the man. “Theo!” he greeted while throwing his hands in the air, “What’s up, man?”

Fortunately for Logan, Theo wasn’t exactly paying attention to him instead looking at the girl in front of him instead.

When he noticed he tried to interfere, “Oh, no, don’t worry about her, she’s not harmful.” He then realized he didn’t exactly know this girl so he looked at her with questioning eyes, “You aren’t, right?”

Except her focus didn’t waver from the big man that looked at her with a stare that tried to kill.

Logan, still clueless, looked between the two back and forth in confusion until Theo said something that really caught his attention.

“Daughter of Poseidon.” Theo growled.

Logan’s head couldn’t snap towards her faster.

“Shit.” She mumbled under her breath.

Before they knew it, she had grabbed a hold of his hand and running away with it, Logan still very much in shock at this new information he attained.

Through empty places and crowded ones, the girl forgot that the man she had ahold of weren’t just anyone but a very real and hard-to-miss Formula One driver. Sure, he was a rookie but a driver nonetheless.

But she couldn’t care less about the attention she was gaining; she was far too busy running for her life than think about cameras and the public.

“What the hell was he talking about? Poseidon?!” she didn’t answer his panicked question so he continued instead, “Are you a half-blood too?”

The ‘too’ in his question was what finally caught her attention but still, she didn’t answer him, only cursing herself for not noticing one when she saw one.

Just when she thought they had lost them, the monster once disguised as Theo was standing there at the end of the opening, she and Logan had slipped in.

Next thing she knew she was fumbling around trying to fight off the apparent Giant that was Theo.

“What the hell are you doing there, mind a little help over here?” she yelled over at Logan who was pretty much… useless in the corner.

He continued to panic, looking for anything he could use to get the Giant off of her.

Suddenly, while she was struggling to get the Giant’s grip off of her, the force stopped as a cloud of mist poofed where the monster was once before. She quickly scrambled herself up and was met with a figure in McLaren clothing holding a gold-dust colored weapon pointing at her.

“Oscar Piastri?!”

He didn’t answer her, dagger still pointing at her direction, “Who are you?”

Putting her hands out in defense she explained herself, “I respect that.” she commented, “I’m Y/N L/N, I am the daughter of Poseidon,” then she cautiously pointed at the Australian, “I’m assuming you’re a half-blood too.” she nodded at him, “Who do you belong to?”

Oscar then slowly lowered his weapon, his trust building by the minute, “Athena.”

Then both of them turn to Logan simultaneously.

“No!” he got defensive immediately, “I want to know what just happened!” he pointed accusingly.

All of a sudden, it just finally hit Oscar, “Poseidon?!”

The sea god’s daughter made a face and ignored the Australian, “What do you mean what just happened? Typical demigod stuff!”

The look on his face made her double-take, “You… do have occasional encounters with monsters here and there… right?”

When Logan’s expression doesn’t change, she turns to Oscar.

“I have this for a reason.” He said slowly, showing her the dagger. “—and, well, if I’m being honest, that has never happened before.”

“Shit.” she shakes her head in disappointment then pulling out her phone, “I need to make a phone call.”

She left the two men by themselves and went ahead as the line rings a couple of times before getting an answer.

After a brief conversation—that will continue later for details—the girl locked her phone and walked towards the two drivers.

“You’re coming with me this summer. It will not be up for debate and don’t worry about your… duties, I have it covered.”

Logan was quick to stop her explanations, “Wait—what—no! At least explain what the hell that phone call was about. You can’t just drop all that on us and expect us to be okay with it.

She rolls her eyes, “I’ll explain later, right now, you two have a job to do.” They didn’t object to that, the three of them walking out the pretty-hidden space the Giant had decided to corner them before.

Oscar stopped just outside, “I can take care of myself if anything else decide to come out and attack me, you should probably go with him. And uh, I actually need to talk to you,” he pointed at her, “—later. Not exactly letting you off the hook that easily.”

She didn’t complain.

The two walked in silence, every once in a while getting stopped for a picture and such, until Logan speaks up.

“Apollo.”

She turned to him, eyebrow raised.

“My dad.”

“Oh.” She paused then comments, “Fitting.”

He didn’t know what it was in her voice, it didn’t sound exactly like a compliment but he wasn’t sure if it was an insult.

Whatever, he shrugged it off.

After that, they both went into their own train of thoughts.

Without noticing, they both sucked in a breath in unison.

“I’m sorry for—”

“I think you should—”

The two quickly stepped back from whatever it was they were going to say, heat rushing up their necks. They kept walking on the awkward silence that fell upon them until Logan re-focused his attention and remembering what she had said—well, what she almost said earlier.

“Wait—‘sorry’? What were you apologizing for?” he turned to her who was now ducking away from his eyes, her own focus stayed on her fidgeting hands.

She made a noise before finally finding her words, “It’s just—this always happens, you know. I’m a forbidden kid, I attract the worst kind of trouble there is for half-bloods. And earlier; I had brought it to you and Oscar.” he was going to say something to ease her guilt but she beat him to it, “I’m just glad that monster didn’t hurt any of you.” She threw her hands in the air, “I mean, it’s qualifying day for Gods sake! —maybe I shouldn’t go to the race tomorrow.” She mumbled the last part to herself, though not quietly enough that the driver didn’t hear.

Logan was taken aback by her statement, giving him an opening on his almost-offer.

“What—no! Why not?” he asked.

“Look, it’s bad enough that there’s two demigods in one place; adding a forbidden kid in the mix won’t really make it any better. I still want everyone to have a safe race. Who knows what kind of other monsters I could attract.”

From every point of view Logan could gather, it was simply a fact that this girl knows about their world far more than he did, far more than Oscar did, so he couldn’t really be the voice of judgement in whatever she had to say. But… he wanted her to stay.

It calmed him down for some reason, knowing someone shares the same—if not, worse—fate as you.

So, he tried to find a reason, a good reason to make her stay. Of course, he wasn’t a pro at this half-blood thing so he offered something that he was familiar with. He gave her a more… human reason.

“I think you should stay.” He blurted.

“Logan—”

“Dude—is it alright if I called you that?”

“Uh, go nuts.”

“You deserve to have some fun, watch a race! I’ll even have you as an official Williams guest!”

She hummed with a smile creeping up.

“And if you’re worried about trouble, that’s fine. We can always handle trouble! We are all trouble-bound any way, better face them now than later! Plus, I think it’d be good if you could teach us the basics early.”

She felt the warmth spread through her chest. It’s been a while since she felt someone so welcoming that wasn’t anyone within Camp Half-blood. It was nice. He was nice. Almost made her forget that she was in the place she was meant to be in.

Her heart felt wholesome, but didn’t make it show, her mouth couldn’t stop the comment from escaping her mouth instead.

“You really want me to stay, huh?”

#logan sargeant #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant x you #ls2 #ls2 x reader #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one #williams racing #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1

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gentrychild · 4 months

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i havent read any bnha since maybe uhh i heard bakugo died (unfortunate he came back) but can anyone tell my my favs are doing okay how is izuku how is aizawa and todoroki and shinsou. hoping theyre all mostly in one piece

Aizawa is definitely not in one piece but if you have read the war arc, you know that. But he was alive the last time I saw him and so is everyone else you mentioned.

#I think. Can someone check on Shouto?#bnha manga spoilers #bnha asks

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yaksha-lover · 11 months

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Hello~~ glad your requests are open, and a happy vacation for you! is it ok if I request a Riddle x reader where they bot pin each other (but havent said anything yet) and reader makes the joke/flirt that their future child is going to be hella unlucky because both of their parents are going to be short ;) (thanks!!)

Riddle x short!reader, gn pronouns but mention of biological children

Attending tea parties with Riddle and the rest of Heartslabyul has become your recent pastime. You’d dropped by occasionally before when Ace and Deuce could rope you into it, but now you’ve started coming because of Riddle’s invitation. That’s how you find yourself sitting beside Cater and Trey and across from Riddle himself.

“Wow, prefect, it’s been almost twenty minutes, and the housewarden hasn’t even critiqued your tea party etiquette once! Think it’s because he’s going easy on you?” Cater says with a wink.

Riddle glares at him: “Unlike some of you, the prefect is responsible and mature enough to study the rules beforehand. They are simply an excellent guest. Also, do not talk about me as if I am not right next to you.”

“Exactly,” you say, “There are only a few hundred rules. It isn’t hard to memorize if you care to do the work.” You smile at Riddle and feel a surge of unexpected warmth when he smiles back.

Cater repeatedly looks between the two of you before staring at Trey: “You’re seeing this too, right?”

Trey laughs. “Such high praise, Riddle. And you, perfect. You’re so sensible; it’s almost like having another Riddle around.”

“I suppose we are quite similar in some ways,” you say, suddenly feeling shy. “Maybe even too alike in some. It’s unfortunate, but I suppose our children will also have to bear the burden of our similar stature.”

Silence ensues as Riddle turns as red as his hair. It doesn’t last long as Cater and Trey’s laughter fills the air. You flush a little but begin to laugh along with them.

“Prefect?” Riddle asks, baffled at your state.

“Apologies, Riddle, I guess I had to tease you a little.” You say, reaching across the table to take his hand. He looks to the side but doesn’t pull away.

“Our children would be at no disadvantage to others just because of their height. I would ensure that.”

It’s your turn to be embarrassed as you suddenly find the hedgehogs on the lawn to be quite interesting.

“Lighten up, you two! You’re still in school. There’s no reason to dwell on your inevitably short children now.”

Riddle finally turns back to the table to scowl at Cater: “In accordance with the rules, no talk of children is appropriate while drinking Hibiscus tea. Do you not realize what you are drinking, Cater?”

“Well, look at the time,” Cater says, checking his invisible watch, “Trey and I have to get going for that thing we have. Right, Trey?

“Ah yes, that thing. We better go quick or else we’ll be late. We wouldn’t want to reflect poorly on Heartslabyul like that, would we housewarden?”

Riddle sighs in exasperation: “Just leave, you two.”

After Cater and Trey mumble quick ‘goodbyes’ and ‘see you next tea party,’ you and Riddle are left alone at the table. He still hasn’t pulled away from your hand.

“Prefect, I know you jest, but I was serious about what I said. I hope my height does not…dissuade you from me.”

“Of course not, Riddle. That would be awfully hypocritical of me, don’t you think?” You stroke your thumb across his hand. “Plus, I know better than anyone not to judge someone by their appearance. You’re hardworking, intelligent, talented…and I find you quite beautiful.”

Riddle turns his hand over to hold yours properly, his voice shakier and softer than you’ve ever heard: “I’d like to see our future together if you’re willing to join me.”

When you squeeze his hand, Riddle knows you’ll be by his side.

#riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #trey clover #twst #twst riddle #twisted wonderland

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hicup · 2 years

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I keep seeing posts abput WTNV and how people dont really get how revolutionary it was if you werent there

And like, I keep thinking about where I was mentally when I heard episode 1

As a Queer Youth, I genuinely did not believe WTNV would go as soft anf gentle into the love between two men as it did.

After episode 1, I kept waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under me. I love surrealist horror, so I was content to keep listening, but at ever mention of Carlos I flinched

I waited for it to be played off as a joke on the viewers. I waited for Cecil to talk about everyone like that, and jokes on you for thinking this man would be gay

I waited for Carlos to find out and recoil in disgust, jokes on me for thinking queer love would ever be reciprocated.

I waited for the townsfolk to sneer and jeer at either man for being gay.

Every new episode I say tense, thinking "this is the one where Cecil is called a faggot and made to snap put of it and get a girl friend. This is the one where Carlos spurns him and everyone laughs at Cecil for being a funny creepy gay guy. This is the one where...."

Bury your gays was never even on my mind, because I was so used to never even seeing that.

Each episode where their love was celebrated, each episode where the love between two men was treated just as mundane and normal, each episode where soft words and softer feelings were reciprocated was a salve I didnt know I needed.

I havent seen a similar experience posted, so I wanted to put this out there.

Feel free to add your thoughts, fellow strangers in the void. Id love to know if anyone else felt the same

#wtnv #welcome to night vale

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the-worlds-biggest-tea-party · 2 years

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i havent seen it talked about at all, so lets talk about it. as a survivor of childhood emotional abuse, i want to bring it up!

misty is the perfect example of a victim of long-term emotional abuse, especially of one between parent + child

cw: discussion of abuse, spoilers for make your mark chapter 2

she flinches at every movement opaline makes, cowers around her, and despite how brilliant she is she bites back her ideas after getting them shut down by opaline and does what opaline says, even if its a bad idea

misty is happier when shes away from opaline, and her not having a cutie mark at all really says something about how emotional abuse like this effects you. its difficult to grow, difficult to discover yourself, because you live in constant fear of the person hurting you. its a very empty feeling, from my experience. you feel very hollow. i can definitely make an allegory about misty’s missing cutie mark and that exact feeling.

misty acts EXTREMELY nervous around others, as if afraid theyll hurt her. reminds me a lot of the constant fight or flight that usually manifests as severe anxiety in abuse victims when they talk to others. its something that is very difficult to unlearn, as often times its the subconscious belief that getting abused is the norm, and not the exception. misty has lived with this her whole life and isnt used to people being nice or even neutral to her.

(also talk about that heavy evasion of eye contact)

fear of confrontation? shes got that too. the LITERAL use of backing into a corner here also says a lot. zipp isnt a threat, but misty views her as one, probably since this is normal for opaline. (and i dont know about anyone else, but i definitely have the “curl up into a ball and look away” response when under pressure, otherwise this is the classic third option of “fight or flight”, which is “freeze”, the typical response for abuse victims)

opaline manipulates misty and pushes her problems onto her. misty wants to be treated by opaline with kindness, and be seen as an equal to her, as evident in their “maniacal laughter” scene. this stuff happens in real life too.

not to mention like, this sequence too? “still got it” implying she has to sneak around regularly, a tactic MANY MANY abused kids have to employ to... exist. learning to sneak around the house without getting sighted or heard is very much a survival instinct we learn. maybe its a bit of a stretch here, but...

its so blatantly obvious that emotional abuse is whats going on here. im happy that its very evident, emotional abuse is NOT talked about enough with kids, especially when its abuse by a parent.

#my little pony #mlp mym #g5 #make your mark #misty #opaline #zipp storm

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anxious-lee · 11 months

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|| Lackadaisy (Pilot) Tickle Headcanons ||

A/N: I have ONLY seen the pilot as of now, so if any of these headcanons are ooc or even canon divergent, please be kind and take them with a grain of salt AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NO SPOILERS IN THE COMMENTS 🫣

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Rocky

-- cheeky ler 😏

-- we all know he lives to cause mischief, and what's more mischievous than this?

-- LOVES TO TICKLE PEOPLE

-- the grin on their face and the boisterous laughter both warm him up inside

-- plus he's just a little jester who likes to play games

-- teases are his greatest weapon

-- uses EVERY tease under the sun, including ones i havent even heard yet lol; baby talk, compliments, teasing about how much you like it, he does it all

-- don't even bother holding your laughter inside, he'll take personal offence and won't rest until you've given in

-- "ohoho come now, sweetheart, be sensible. do you really think you can keep from laughing when we BOTH know how ticklish you are~"

-- "you devilish little rascal! you got the drop on me... for a few seconds, that is. no matter; all is forgiven, right after you've been taught a lesson in tomfoolery from THE tomfool himself!"

-- sporadic scribbling and random pokes are his favorite tickle techniques

-- likes to pin the lee's arms and legs to keep them from squirming away

-- tickles freckle the most; he knows his poor cousin needs it

-- while he may not show it outwardly, it saddens him to hear freckle sad or self-deprecative; in these circumstances, his intent is more to help freckle than it is to entertain himself

-- he has a bad habit of not knowing when to quit and can tickle his lee half to death, but he usually snaps out of it when he hears the lee become breathless

-- tickling ivy is both relatively difficult and easy; on the one hand, she enjoys a good tickle fight, but on the other, she is just as, if not more, competitive than rocky is

Ivy

- she's a crafty little ler

- she'll commit to a full bit just to dupe her lee into making themselves open to tickles

- her favorite lee is freckle obviously

- her sweet beau needs a chance to let loose once in a while, and doing that for him is her favorite job

- she's also incredibly competitive, as mentioned earlier

- good luck trying to take her down in a tickle war, because she will fight to the very last breath; and once she's won? oh hell on earth, it is going to tickle

- her preferred method is, you guessed it! Raspberries!

- rip freckle

- she loves them mostly because it's hard to take anything seriously when you're being tickled by random fart noises lol. it's goofy and silly and helps the lee to relax by bringing down their walls

- she IS ticklish and somewhat enjoys being tickled, but usually only by freckle

- if it's anyone else, you probably won't even get the chance to tickle her

- teases with baby talk, also for the sake of not taking it too seriously

- her primary motivation to tickle is to have fun and bond with her friends

- she and rocky sometimes have tickle wars that go on FOREVER, meanwhile freckle is blushing on the side, very conflicted on whether to help or not

Freckle

- 100% lee

- he's too shy to tickle anyone unless it's Ivy, and even then he's very very gentle

- is indifferent to being tickled; he doesn't actively like it, but he never tells the ler to stop, so he does choose to let it happen, and besides, he can admit it's nice to laugh hard once in a while

- again, doesn't actually dislike the sensation, but his imposter syndrome hates it when someone gives him any kind of affection bc he doesn't feel he's worth it

- which, of course, just makes his friends tickle him more

- rocky is his most common ler; he often tickles poor freckle to get him to admit something nice about himself (or rocky lol)

- "don't be bashful, my careful cousin! give us a smile~"; "it's very simple, freckle, just repeat after me, 'rocky is a dashing, debonair Robin Hood'"

- ivy tickles him because it burns her up to see him put himself down or worry, so she takes it upon herself to lighten his spirits

- while she does start playfully forceful, she never makes it impossible for him to escape. she sits very gently on his hips and scratches lightly enough to give him breath; even with all of those mercies, freckle still doesn't fight her, not really.

- however hard it is for him to accept it, getting tickled by his friends makes his feel supported and loved ❤️

- panics immediately at the first sign of mischief

- will try to talk the ler out of tickling them

- and when that inevitably fails, he will bolt

- "nononononononoNONONO!"

- actually just yelps "no" and "please" constantly, mostly out of reflex

- "please what, freckle?" "I DOHONT KNOW"

- his laugh is so contagious, full of heart belly laughs and bashful giggles

Mordecai

- HOOOOO BOY 😳

- ler

- idk if the comic displays him any differently but LOOK AT HIM

- an evil tickler

- touches you just softly enough to make it absolute torture

- uses maximum two fingers, teany tiny scritches

- the kind of ler to trail a claw from the base of your belly alllll the way up to the top 😖

- teases by reminding you constantly how utterly helpless and immobile you are, and his low, smooth voice makes it all the more unbearable

- watches you with his drilling eyes, making note of what places and what techniques wear you down the most

- most common lee would be his romantic partner (if he has one)

- I can't imagine what reason such a serious and somber man would have to tickle people, but I'll leave that up to you

- he is a little ticklish everywhere

- not ticklish enough to laugh, but enough to smile, which he'll fight as hard as he can

- most ticklish spot is his palms would you believe

- no one dares try to tickle him, they don't have a death wish

- even if they did try, they'd probably think he wasn't ticklish anyway

- serafine once tried to give him a quick tase to the side, but he doesn't laugh and she couldn't see his smile so she just assumed it didn't work. plus she got a death glare in response so that endeavor didn't last long

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#tickle #tickles #tickling #ticklish #tickle community #lee talks #tickle headcanons #lackadaisy tickles

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thephloxbayou · 2 months

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Im so fucking angry.

I wasnt going to talk about going per protocol but this was so fucking lame it doesn't matter. It was never a threat or a blink on existence.

I went to a local vigil for Aaron Bushnell.

Now, a few things. This is my first time getting to go to anything like this. I have a sleep disorder, and I work nights. Usually activist groupings tend to happen last minute/you find out last minute. I'm far from Boston, on Cape Cod (I've mentioned where i lived generally before hence why I dont mind saying it here), and it's an ordeal to go even for fun. Things rarely happen on days I have off, and if they do, i probably worked the night before or have to that night. I cant take work off, im poor and its hard to get last minute coverage without my job being at risk.

But I found out yesterday about the local vigil. I rested up well before my shift, did it and came home and got very little sleep. But I could manage and that was the point, I could so I should. I had clothes prepped, black bloc even though i didnt expect anything to happen, and dressed for the cold and rain (its closer to 50 today). My phone was at home, my ID and house key in the car, parked some ways away and walked, only had my car key, a water bottle, and a few fruit snacks on me. It started at 1pm but I got there at 2 (lack of sleep plus making sure to eat a good meal just in case rather than run out on a near empty stomach).

I didnt expect a ton, this area is wealthy and white, but I wanted to be ready if anyone of color got harrassed because I have my privilege as a white person. Good to practice anyways. I also felt like maybe the gathering would have more energy, given that it came out that Aaron was a Cape Cod native. Either way, I was prepared to stand outside all day even if the rain that was forecasted was pouring down.

Well I walk up at 2... and they're wrapping up. Everyone (like 45 people) is standing around with signs, but theyre chatting and holding the signs down at their sides. They took a group photo with their signs calling for an end to this horribleness while smiling. I finally managed to say hello to the organizer, and mentioned that I didn't realize everyone would only be here for an hour. "Well it started to rain really hard." People stood around and talked about their anger at our government, and the horrors of whats happening in Palestine, then left because they were cold and it was wet (was listening to conversations and goodbyes. I was wandering on my own, everyone else was with friends). I heard the organizer talking about how he just vacationed in Costa Rica and was going back, then going to some other vacation spot.

My husband was surprised when I came home basically right after I left. I am so deeply angry by how comfortable these people out here are. This is not the first time Ive complained about that, i grew up with a hard life, we came out here on an opportunity, so I wouldnt off myself in the bad situation we had been in, and with his mother's help where she could (he grew up here). Ive never felt comfortable here because these people are living in a different world than I do, and even people who are just normal people and not some rich asshole look at me weird when I say stuff that I consider perfectly normal given where i grew up/class level. You're so angry over this, over the pain the people of Palestine are going through, that you go through the effort of organizing an event, and you stand around and talk about your "anger," and then you LEAVE after an hour because it's a little cold (warmest day we've had in weeks) and it's raining, which was forecasted and you could prepare for???

I havent calmed down. I cant go back to sleep cuz I already took my adderall which i need to stay awake on any regular day with that sleep disorder. I went ready for a fight, I wasnt expecting one but I was prepared, and expected at least a little energy from the group. But nothing. You accomplished nothing but making yourselves feel better.

I wish I could do more. I wish I had money to donate. I wish I had the ability to go physically support activist movement. All just like I wish I could during the summer of 2020. Im constantly torn between recognizing my position and suffering as valid and not a reason to beat myself up for not being able to do more, and feeling like I'm not doing enough and it's just excuses. But I just... cant fucking believe everyone I saw today. I mean yeah, i believe it, i know, i knew, but im just still furious. This is why we're in this fucking position people.

#gaza #free palestine #protest #aaron bushnell

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not-a-big-slay · 1 year

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The real struggles of a sergeant

or why you should (not) want a sixth sense

‎ The Bad Batch x gn!reader (platonic)

summary: enjoy the Sergeant's point of view as he tries to deal with a few unimportant and useless things out of many that the clone force 99 considers a problem and try to count how much he sighs...

warnings: just funnzies, bickering, (not so) classic family arguments, insomnia, mentions of throwing up (but its worded differently), crosshair after they took his chip out, hunter is very tired poor boy, shooting

a/n: i have spent 2 weeks in my parents house and it reminded me why i love my school dorm. but hey, at least i got a fanfic idea out of it. there will be a part 2 eventually i think, its just so much fun to write family arguments with the batch! enjoy this little silly writing and completely ignore that i havent posted a new part of until it doesn't hurt in forever (i am sorry for that though)

the gif is so funny idk why

The dull sound of hyperspace surrounded Hunter with blue and black lights hitting dark walls of the cockpit. Most of his crew has gone here whenever they needed space and silence, but of course, Hunter cannot escape it.

Due to his heightened senses, he still heard everything on the ship: Omega's laugh followed by Wrecker's words, Tech's complaining about the mess, Crosshair's whining about Tech's complaining, your showering and Echo's sighing, waiting for you to leave. It felt like he was right next to each of you, being part of every situation happening. Hunter became used to that, but today, he was experiencing sensory overload. The batch spent the whole day holled up in here with nowhere to go. His senses were tired and refusing to pass out, as he wished. The sergeant tried many times to somehow turn them off, yet that only seemed to be working if he's uncouncious.

Not ideal.

Before he made the decision to self- knock out, his ears picked up a new sound that replaced the sighing of his brother. A loud voices smashed into his head and left him no choice other than to investigate them. Hunter got up with a sigh, ready to resolve any drama between his squad.

The door slid open and he could piece together the reason of an argument from the, now clear, dialogue.

"Give me a minute!"

"Come on, move it!"

"I need this room more than you." you barked back, trying to close the door as if Echo's leg wasn't in the way. Hunter watched you two another moment before interfering: "Whoa, whoa. What's going on here?". His low, but strong voice got both of you stop and acknowledge him. Echo wasted no time in getting back on track though.

"Y/N here," he pointed at you, as if Hunter haven't noticed the human being in the refresher, "decided they won't let anyone in the shower today." You scoffed at that and replied: "I need to apply this bacta mask. You think face like this just happens, Echo?" Pointing at your face, Hunter rested his against his palms and let the fight continue for awhile.

"This mask is supposed to help?" Echo bit back and you gasped silently before trying to physically push him out of the doorframe. Your plan didn't work when he moved only an inch. His human hand grabbed the doorframe, while his mechanic one swinged back and forth to shake your force off of his chest.

Hunter's head gathered all of that and more, raising so many alarms when Wrecker yelled in the other room in excitement. His ears rang and he couldn't silent anything. It's days like this the sergeant wished everyone would disappear. The ringing got louder, yet somehow it only sharpened all the sounds around.

"Alright, that's enough." Hunter ordered, blowing up from the frustration. You and Echo pushed each other away, mean faces being the equivalent of having the last word. He looked back at the pair of eyes on him, waiting for another piece of explanation. "They don't think about anyone else, Y/N's being selfish is all."

Echo frowned in your direction when saying the last words, but you ignored him and spoke to Hunter instead: "Everyone knows I take long. If he wanted to shower, he should have done so before me. It's not my fault he's too slow.". Hunter had to give it to you, every member on the Maraurder knew you occupied the refresher for at least half an hour, putting products on your face and other stuff he can't make sense of. Tech even helped you pick some up, telling you if they are truly good for your face as the sellers are advertising. You've always announced that you will be taking a shower and with that comes this routine of yours. You give them a chance to object. Echo wasn't probably listening when you warned them about it today.

He looked between the two of you while thinking about resolving this matter. "Y/N," he adressed you and you responded with attention, "for how long will you keep the mask on?". "For like 5 minutes." you responded calmly, but your eyes darted in Echo with a flame inside them, you were annoyed with him. Hunter let that slide and gazed at his brother. "Echo, how long will you take in the shower?" Echo scoffed at his question before answering: "Definitely not as long as this ridiculous argument has already taken." He crossed his arms and rolled his eyeballs, but then gave Hunter a normal answer, saying it'll take him something around 5 minutes. Hunter sighed yet again, now of relief. "Good, Y/N can put on their mask and Echo can shower while they have it on. There, I solved it."

You rolled your eyes, but obeyed Hunter's suggestion, stepping out of the door frame of the refresher to put the mask on. "Fine, but after he's out, I will need to get back in." your voice was commanding, so Hunter only nodded as if he promised you the refresher back. Once you left the room and Echo replaced you, the sergeant considered the problem solved and could feel the peace of his quieter mind.

Somehow, he knew it wouldn't last for long.

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Everything was better when Hunter was asleep. He was a light sleeper, that's for sure, but when he wakes up in the middle of the night, his senses aren't that annoying and tensed up, because everyone is asleep. He sometimes won't even go back to sleep, just to enjoy the silence and peace of the dark, ocassionally hearing some member's heartbeat. It wasn't always peaceful, the sergeant used to hear Echo's quiet screams when he had a nightmare, after they rescued him from the Techno Union. Hunter often comforted him if it got too concerning, then Omega after Kamino. But now, it was back to the normal harmony.

However, Hunter was awakened today not by calmness, but by the opposite. He heard footsteps and metal clincking, then very quiet voices and then a harsh whisper as if the person wanted to scold someone, but couldn't be loud. Hunter felt two familiar heartbeats, banging at normal pace. He assumed the two people just woke up and will go back to sleep soon, so he relaxed and tried falling asleep again.

That is, until he heard the crash. A loud noise of something being dropped snapped his head up and made him sit. The two heartbeats got faster as he could hear one curse softly. The sergeant knew it was his crew, no one could get onto the Maurarder in hyperspace, he knew they probably couldn't sleep and just knocked something over by accident, it wasn't that loud for someone without heightened senses to hear, yet he still got up and with a heavy sigh opened the door, revealing a dark hallway of their ship.

The noise got louder as he was getting closer to the cockpit. before he slid the doors open again, he tried to recognize the whispers inside. His ears heard a low voice, hoarse by the early hours, and a higher one, also rough, but still slightly sing-songy. He heaved another sigh when he connected those tones with two of his brothers. Of course.

"...isn't the ideal option, but probably necessary." Tech continued his thought, not noticing a new presence until he finished it. Hunter made sure both of them were aware of him before he spoke up: "What is all this?" The pair looked at each other and then back at him, they looked like Tookas that got caught ransacking the trash. "We, uh, couldn't sleep." Echo finally answering after a moment of silence. They both had bowls of chocolate crunch swimming in blue milk. Hunter hated when his squad ate late at night, most of them felt sick after doing that, so he wanted them to avoid these snacks as much as possible. Especially Echo. His half-robotic body couldn't take too much food as an average person, so he was supposed to be very careful with what he could consume.

Very careful indeed.

He scanned the ground to look for the object that made him get up. They knocked over Wrecker's helmet from the control panels where he always left it- it drove Hunter crazy- and didn't bother to pick it up, probably too tired to do all that. The partners in crime already knew what was coming, another lesson on why they shouldn't be awake and eating unhealthy things, the sergeant could see them accepting their fate. However he decided to spare them from that tonight, not because he didn't want to, he, in a way, enjoyed scolding the batch, but because he was actually tired for once and he also knew he would be the one washing the bowls when he'll take them. So, preparing to see his brothers' eyes light up in relief of his cancelled lecture, Hunter sighed and extended his arms to their direction. "Bunks. Now."

Tech understood first and handed Hunter the unfinished chocolate crunch, Echo following his actions after realizing their luck the man spared them from embarrassment. He nodded at him as a thank you and slipped behind the door. Hunter stood there for a moment, checking if they obeyed his orders, and then satisfied went to the kitchen. He thought his crew stopped this routine, but somehow knew this wasn't the last time a member of his squad has done this, but he was exhausted of telling them the same thing over and over, almost every night he would find someone in this position. Not surprisingly, it was Echo and Tech that done this the most. Sure, sometimes it was Echo and Wrecker, Echo and you, Tech and Crosshair and you, or just them together. Still, they were there almost everytime, not breaking their record, albeit Omega joined. In fact, he caught you and Crosshair with her one night, making her the same disgusting food as he was now cleaning. Hunter didn't spare you all from his lesson back then, he actually made it longer and angrier.

Yet none of his monologues helped, everyone still did what they wanted. The only thing that they stopped doing was inviting him to these nights. Not that he minded, he could finally sleep, but what did bother him was his team being unusable the next day without his knowledge. Wrecker spilled his guts out on a mission one time, because he ate a bit much than he should have the other night and everyone kept it from their sergeant. At least he could make fun of him on the way back and not feel bad for it.

Once Hunter was finished with the dishes, he made a quick stop in the cockpit and picked up Wrecker's helmet. Just as he walked out of there, he saw a figure creeping from the dark hallway to his direction. Once you also noticed him, you froze in the place, your hair chaotic and your eyes still adjusting to your awakened state. Another night owl coming out of their den. Hunter just crossed his arms and that was enough for you to sigh and turn around in defeat. "Night." you said sarcastically to have the last word. The sergeant scoffed and shake his head that was decorated by a smile.

"Yeah, a busy one."

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A rest was just what they needed.

Bogano had more than one advantage to other planets. Besides it's beautiful view, it is a planet missing from most of maps and archives. Not many people know such place exists, so Hunter was happy to be the exception. Cid has been all but useful to them since they settled there, yet he was grateful she introduced you to Phee and that she has told you all about this place. Your weird friendship with her at least brought some good.

The green grass moved gracefully with the wind, chasing Boglings out of their dens and currently messing with the sergeant's hair. Many wouldn't have guessed, but Hunter loved beautiful landscapes. He always found peace in a colorful, active and positive sight. He encountered many places like that on missions, but naturally, he didn't have time to take it all in. It also hurted him when the Separatists destroyed a pretty planet.

Hunter was glad he could just sit on the Maraurder's platform and look at the emerald land before him, shining in the gold beams of suns. Ocasionally, he saw someone from his crew, just walking, talking or simply doing nothing.

Just resting.

Of course he knew where all of you were, he would never let anyone wander off without telling him. For example Wrecker and Tech were exploring an old workshop with a help of a little droid, according to what his brother said through comms. Echo was admiring the old Jedi Temple they have found, unfortunetly unable to get inside. You also went out and explore, currently befriending some big animal he could see far away to his left. You swore you were careful though and would comm him if the beast turned out not so friendly- even if it meant Tech's analysis was wrong. And Crosshair was with Omega, she wanted to bond with him in any way he would be open to.

When they finally found the courage to save him from the Empire, and after Tech discovered Crosshair lied about his chip being removed, they were wary of him. Hunter was scared to leave Omega alone with his brother, he was scared Crosshair would feel replaced and therefore he would be agressive towards her, so he always made sure both of them kept their distance until they could get used to each other, kind of like cats. They did, of course. Crosshair wasn't particulary mean to her- or at least not more than is in his nature- and Omega never bothered him for too long, respecting his lone character. Hunter smiled when he witnessed Crosshair agreeing to spend time with Omega. Even though he didn't know what will they do, he is just happy they are getting along.

So right now, they were...

Nowhere.

Hunter looked in the distance, trying to find a little silhouette and a slim figure, both not to be seen.

Where the hell are they?

Panic slightly settled in, they were just on that hill in front of him, the little girl showed him her weapon and the sharpshooter seemes impressed by the technology. Since when they're gone?

"Crosshair, Omega, what's your position?" he spoke in the comms, bringing the device close to his ear, so he could catch every sound wave. With only the wind whispering in his ears, he waited for the response that didn't came. Was Phee lying? Is this planet really unknown or was there perhaps some dangerous species that just dined on two members of his crew? His eyes squeezed tightly as he tried to shove these thoughts away. Hunter tried again: "Crosshair, do you copy?" when there was no voice coming back, he asked again, "Omega, are you there?"

The sergeant didn't give Omega much time to respond as he stood up and began his tracking. Once he was on that hill where Omega shot into nothing in the distance, Hunter saw faint footprints, leading to the edge. He sighed as soon as he saw old rusty tubes coming out of the hill. He really didn't like to climb.

Thoughts of them two being in danger found themselves on his mind, some more realistic than others, but not one was suggesting Crosshair hurting Omega. He knew that getting the chip out is risky and could change nothing at all, however, he trusted his brother, albeit he wanted to kill them all, and not once. Crosshair had to earn his old team's trust again, but it didn't take long. Hunter's trust wasn't misplaced.

Although, a bit of doubt crept into him when he heard a blast perhaps too close to his liking. The sergeant fastened his pace across the pipe and his eyes finally met the ground. The small field held creatures he has never seen before and a big puddle they were drinking from. Before he could enjoy this view, one of the creatures spotted him and very quickly ran to him while screeching. Uh oh, not as peaceful as they seemed. Hunter reached for his blaster, but the sudden movement of his arm almost took his balance. He needed to get off the pipe.

Before a plan appeared in his brain, the space between him and the creature almost cease to exist when the animal jumped at him. Hunter prepared for its attack, yet he was saved. One shot somewhere from above was all it took to steal the thing's life. The man reunited his feet with a solid ground and looked up to see his savior.

"Huh, would you look at that." Hunter heard the low voice seconds before seeing Crosshair's face. "First straight shot of yours and it saved the Sarge" he smirked and Hunter soon saw Omega next to him, rifle in her small hands.

Crosshair's rifle.

The girl gifted him with a quick wave and a smile. She looked unharmed, they both did. Good, he could lecture them. Although, before he could even let out a tone, Crosshair rolled his eyes and motioned up with his palm. "Will you at least come up? I'm sure that they will run away once your lesson begins, but just to be sure." he nodded his head to those creatures, unaware of their presence. Well, for now.

Hunter followed the way up that Omega was too kind to share with him and finally levelled up with them. "What are you doing here?" the words left his mouth almost immidiately and he awaited for the answer just as long. "Crosshair offered he would teach me how to shoot from a real gun. I'm trying to shoot the thing's carapace." her accent rolled off her tongue as excitement beamed in her voice. The creatures were protected by a hard surface on top of their body. They looked like crabs, just bigger and less afraid of people.

Hunter realized his gaze is once again on the animals and returned it to her. "Well, you for sure shot more than a carapace back there." Omega smiled proudly upon hearing his words, taking it as a compliment. Still, Hunter had no intention in looking past their irresponsibility. "Were you concentrating that hard that you didn't hear the comms or just didn't bother to answer them?" the soldier pointed out the earlier radio silence from both of them. They had their devices on, they were just ignoring him then.

Crosshair came forward with that, standing behind Omega with his arms crossed. "First lesson was to tune out distractions, your voice served the purpose. By the way, she passed that flawlessly." he smirked lightly and put a toothpick, that came out of nowhere, in his mouth. Hunter always wondered where he stored them, but was too afraid to ask. Omega's cheeks flushed at the praise from the sniper-even though it was more meant to insult his brother- and tried to hide her face by looking at the ground with a smile.

Hunter sighed, there's no leson to be learned for them, so he calmly ordered Omega to give Crosshair his rifle back, which she obliged. "Next time, for my peace of mind, tell me where you're going." he added while Crosshair rolled his eyes and guided Omega to move forward with a hand on her shoulder blade. As they moved past Hunter, Crosshair remarked with a teasing tone: "Roger, Sarge."

He watched them going down the hill quietly and making their way across the pipes. He has never seen his brother this way. Crosshair's eyes never left Omega, his hands subconciously hovered around her whenever she swayed off balance. The girl sure had a way of getting to the whole squad, yet Hunter never expected her to break Crosshair's thick and hard walls. He just witnessed Croshair being worried the kid would fall, he couldn't imagine what he would do if she really did slip and fell to the invisible abyss below. Well, not even he wouldn't know what to do. Hunter shook his head at the thought, realizing he's been staring for too long, the two most unexpected friends already out of his sight.

An electric voice awakened him fully: "Hunter, you might want to join us. Y/N did actually befriend the big creature and is now riding on its back and chasing Wrecker. BD-1 actually told us the creature's species is named Binog and it's very interesting......" he tuned out Tech's voice after the second sentence and quickly and not very silently made his way down and onto the pipes, not concentrating on his steps. As he got closer, he could see your happiness and excitement of having the creature's trust. Too bad you had to show it on Wrecker though, poor guy ran away from the Binog, crying in exhaustion, as you screamed: "YOU OWE ME 10 CREDITS!"

Of course, rest just wasn't for them.

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Omega's worried look was the last thing he saw before his legs gained speed and brought him down the stairs of Cid's Parlor, hearing the little girl's own footsteps behind him. A grey smoke was spilling out of the entrance and Hunter wished he would have had his helmet once he breathed in the air. The sergeant tried to warn Omega to stay begind, so she wouldn't choke on the smoke, but the girl already slipped by him inside, covering her mouth with her clothes.

The two of them were out on a supply run, leaving the rest of the squad at Cid's. Hunter thought that the batch was fine on it's own and that taking Omega with him decreased the chance of a trouble. Naively, that is. Now that he made his way into the main room, his previous thought hid in embarrasment. The whole space was dimmed with smoke, neon lights trying desperately to make the room visible and, luckily, they were quite succesful. "What happened?" the girl gulped, her voice croaky. She didn't get an answer, Hunter looked around to detect the source, fearing it might be from a fire. Omega looked behind the bar, but shaking her head once she found Hunter's eyes, signaling no one was present back there.

Where the hell was everyone.

The man's senses were distraught by the fog, but he could still pick up a few voices from the kitchen in the hallway, next to the bar. He picked up his gaze and saw the smoke on the ceiling, coming out of the hall. "Of course." he sighed silently and motioned Omega in the kitchen's direction. Hunter might be the only one to know this, but Wrecker had a soft spot for baking. Not that he was any good at it, he just loved the final products. He tried baking once and stopped when the oven blew in his face, but then you came into the picture. You were a sucker for trying new things and always hyped every member of the batch to tell you their not very important skills and interests. And, obviously, convinced them to show you.

First victim was Crosshair. You talked him into swimming when he confessed he could do so. It wasn't that bad until Echo tried, but his mechanical hand, that was fractured from the mission before, malfunctioned and he almost drowned. The second was Tech. He accidentally told you he took liking in tattoos and you tried to give him one. It didn't end up in an injury, but his tattoo isn't at all what you envisioned- Tech still claimed he liked it nonetheless. Then Echo admitted he sometimes made metal bracelets from all the rubbish Tech throws out. He taught you how and you made him one out of an old wire, but it still had some power inside and when he went to shower, it electrocuted him.

Wrecker, Hunter and Omega were the last ones standing, however when they entered in the kitchen, Wrecker was scratched off of the list. In the grey cloud escaping through the oven, he could see the mess on the table: spilled flour and blue milk, eggshells on the floor with yolk still inside, sugar footprints leading his eyes to those guilty for this. In the centre of it all stood Wrecker, his eyes squinted because of the smoke, next to the oven stood your being, gloves still on your hands and a surprised look on your face, a bit in the back stood Tech, clutching his Holopad, meanwhile Crosshair and Echo were opening all the basement windows. Hunter saw a black material on a tray, trying to make out what it was supposed to be. Their talking stopped and all the attention was on the two figures in the doorway. The sergeant opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Words couldn't express what he was thinking and before they could, he was shoved to the side by a small figure saying: "Move."

Cid pushed you back and started blowing a white foam onto the wannabe cake. Tech emerged from behind, trying to stop her. "Stop! A fire extinguisher is not gonna help when there's no fire!" Cid completely ignored him, yet stopped when he pulled the container away. Your cough from the foam being so close was noticed by Wrecker and he grabbed your shoulder with a chuckle. "Could have been worse." he concluded and smiled at Hunter's frown. "What a shame." hissed the sharpshooter sarcastically, pushing past the sergeant. He didn't got far after Hunter caught his arm harshly and pushed him back inside. From mixed feelings shakened inside of him, he finally picked one he could voice, anger.

"What the kriff is all this, huh?! Someone care to explain?" his eyes snapped at you and Wrecker, confidently predicting you two are guilty the most. "What, why are you assuming it was us. I was following the recipe Tech told me." you defended, throwing the guilt at the man. Tech's gaze quickly hopped from you and Hunter before realizing he has to prove his innocence. He sat down the extinguisher first. "I was forced into their baking experiment and simply found an easy recipe even children could do." his voice was more firm in the end, but Wrecker scoffed at his response. "Yeah? Well, we were listening to your advices."

"No, you weren't!" Tech threw his hands to the sides and with you joining in, the argument began. Through the shouting, none of the others could understand what you all were saying. "...Crosshair was distracting us with his constant whining!" your accusation didn't go unheard by them and Crosshair generously joined in the fight. Hunter covered his face in the palms of his hands and breathed for a second. And he thought the only kid among them was Omega. When the voices became too loud for him, he finally snapped.

"Enough! All of you!"

As if timed, all of you went silent and looked at your sergeant. "When will you all convince me you are capable of growing up." he groaned, massaging his temples. How is it that he trusts these guys with his life, but cannot leave them alone for 3 hours? Silence filled the basement with everyone looking at Hunter. You tried not to burst out laughing when you took a good look around the room. It was truly worse than if a bomb exploded here. Omega's voice put a smile on your face, because it had a sign of her own contained laughter. "So, what is it that you tried to make?"

Hunter looked up due to her voice and noticed the smoke was almost gone. He heard Omega's chuckle when you told her the black form was supposed to be a pie. The sergeant watched all of you quietly make peace from the doorway, interrupted only by Cid's approach. "Yall gonna clean this up, I presume." she announced and left the room. Hunter rolled his eyes and continued watching the batch.

He was sure he would never fully understand this group, but it bothered him less and less. A smile slowly crept onto his face, however quickly fell when he witnessed Omega trying to taste the final product of the failed baking. Hunter pushed himself off of the doorframe and tried to stop her. Unsuccesfully, though. He sighed at her disgusted face and silently wished she wouldn't get sick from the inedible pie. He shook his head, being the only one not laughing at her spitting the food out, and silently whispered to himself:

"Children."

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