Two months passed and since then nights with Nat had become routine. Once maybe twice a week the red head would come to your place and you would take turns on ordering and drinks.
Usually Nat stuck with pizza, wings, and beer while your usual would be Chinese food and soda.
Sometimes the night would go on with Nat fixing a few things here and there while you sit there and obviously subtly admire the way her tattoos moved.
However, most nights consisted of sitting on your couch watching netflix. Recently you had started the Witcher with her. She had picked it one night and hasn’t stopped watching it since. You had offered to give her your password so she could watch it on her own, but she refused.
“I started it with you and I’m ending it with you.”
You didn’t have the heart to tell her you already binged watched the entire thing.
Through those nights you both had become closer, you learned more and more about her as she slowly opened up. Like how Clint and her had met, how Nick bailed her out of trouble more than once. How she met Toni and funny stories about Yelena.
Despite her opening up more, you could still feel that bit of distance between you. It was small, but it was still there.
It didn’t help that as time flew and the closer you got to her, the more those pesky feelings of yours got in the way. The way Natasha lit up each room she was in, how seeing her improved your mood, how easy it was to relax and laugh around her. You started wanting to hold her hand and to go out some nights instead of in, dance with her, and kiss her.
You knew you had to back away, create some distance and some boundaries for yourself. You wanted her, but you knew you couldn’t. Your friendship mattered too much, it was fine the way it was and you shouldn’t go ruining that.
It also didn’t help that on the nights she wasn’t with you she was always with someone else, always inviting them back to hers for the night only to leave early in the morning before she goes on her run.
You were lost in thought behind the counter, staring aimlessly at the register in front of you. You didn’t even hear the door opening or the click of heels against the floor making their way towards you.
“Earth to (Y/n),” a voice broke through your thoughts as you looked up from the register and to a familiar brunette.
“Sorry Maria,” You apologized.
“How long were you up last night?” Maria asks concern showing on her pretty features, “you look like you haven’t slept in a while.”
“It’s just stress,” You say, “the order for that book has been pushed by a week again and I need it by friday, so I was looking for other options. And then the power went out last night and all the food I had in the fridge went bad so now I have to go grocery shopping after work, I also have to plan Wanda’s bachelorette party and make some time to go dress shopping with Wanda, and-”
“It sounds to me like you need a night of fun.” Maria observed leaning a little closer, “it also sounds like you need a stress reliever.” She winks and you blush, “I’ll pick you up at seven and wear something nice.”
And with that Maria was gone. You stood there a couple of seconds processing what had just happened, the Maria Hill best lawyer in the county had just offered to be a stress reliever. You shake your head trying not to get ahead of yourself, as well as shake the slight guilty feeling you have.
The guilt got worse as Nat came in. Her eyes landed immediately on you behind the counter and a smile stretched her face.
“Hey Nancy Drew,” She started, “so tonight I was thinking maybe cheeseburgers instead of pizza? There’s a place I wanted to check out for a while now and Yelena says it’s good so-” Nat pauses. Taking in your appearance, your face was flushed and you were wringing your hands nervously.
“What’s wrong?” Nat asked. You take a deep breath before responding evenly.
“I can’t do it tonight.” You said.
“oh,” Nat said, masking her disappointment, “ok, um, did something come up?”
“uh, yeah, actually,” you started, “it’s a really funny story actually but um I guess long story short, Maria Hill just asked me out tonight.”
You tried to read Natasha, however her face was still, not showing any emotions beyond what she wanted you to see. There was a pause that seemed to stretch forever until Natasha broke the silence.
“That’s great.” She said a small smile gracing her features. “Maria Hill, she’s a lawyer right?” you nod, “that’s great. I think I remember her from school actually, she went to the public school around here with us right?” You nod again slightly confused on where she was going with this, “yeah, I mean I’m sure she’s changed since then so the date should go great.”
“What do you mean by that?” You asked, one hand on your hip as you stand.
“Mean by what?”
“By you’re sure 'she’s changed so the date should go great’.”
“Well I mean, last I checked she was a total bitch. But I don’t know I haven’t seen her in years so maybe she’s changed.” Nat shrugged.
“I thought you were friends with her in school?”
“yeah and then she put gum in my hair causing me to cut it.” Nat explained, “but you know blessing in disguise cause I look really good with shoulder length hair. Less hassle to maintain.”
“Well a lot can happen in a few years.”
“Apparently.” Nat said before leaving the store leaving you confused and a little hurt. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, you knew this is what had to be done. Distance. You had to distance yourself from her for a bit. This date was a perfect way to get over lingering romantic feelings for her and to have some fun. It’s going to be fun.
AN/// I’m starting to do a same world/timeline collection of blurbs. Here are my first couple! Not beta’d but please enjoy my sleep deprived quick tales!
Air forced its way from her lungs out into the cold corridor. The hot springs was still six doors down, but her legs refused to bring her any closer. Burning was familiar after a long day of walking, but after this morning, it has evolved. The burn crept through her core, into her chest, wrapping around her heart and legs. Muscles contracted in her shoulders, her back trying to work overtime to help her diaphragm drag in air. Abs could have formed with how intense the ache was in her stomach. Sweat dripped from her forehead, falling onto the already damp shirt. Stones on the wall the healer leaned on tried desperately to cool her, but to no avail.
After a moment of rest, Y/n finally was able to drag herself back into the middle of the hallway with the intent of bathing. All of the hairs on her arms stood as she felt a presence behind her, though her nerves were quickly smoothed. Then frazzled once more. Her gasping had brought in the familiar scent of hay, leather and that ethereal spice.
The healer’s eyes landed on Eskel’s large form making itself small. Hands hovered over her, hesitant to help. Molten gold churned in his eyes, along with worry as he watches her struggle to catch her breath.
“What were you doing?” Y/n tried desperately to pull herself together, throwing up a thumb over her shoulder to fill the silence. Once she straightened herself, the lovestruck woman tried to give her best nonchalant smile.
“Jaskier invited me to his ‘beauty jog’.” Scars pulled and tightened as his brows flew towards his hairline. Surprise lined the Witcher’s voice as he inquired,
“And you accepted?” A remorseful nod was given with an only slightly sarcastic,
“A mistake on my part.” The wolf chuckled, the notch in his lip making his small smirk look more feral to most. His arm hesitated, but still stuck out towards her, offering itself as a crutch. A small, bashful smile was shown in thanks and acceptance as her arm laced itself around his. He led her towards the baths, his eyes frequently flicking down to catch glimpses.
“Was running something you were hoping for? I assumed you’d prefer to rest through winter.” Embarrassment was clear in her demeanor, though she still answered truthfully.
“Well, the bard was very compelling…” Y/n paused, eyes raking along the stone walls. Or anywhere, really, that wasn’t Eskel. “He was mentioning a few contracts and I got to thinking. I’m there to support you, but how can I do that if I’m slow? You only have forty-eight seconds before melinaw sets in. Melinaw poison is common in the South! Now, I’m not saying you’d lazily stubble into a bush and get poisoned, but it’s a possibility.” At some point in her rambling, they had made it to the door. The wolf looked down with soft eyes, lovingly taking everything in.
Heat pours off her skin, along with the scent of her efforts. Sweat crusted on her forehead, blood still clearly pumping fast throughout her body. The healer’s eyes caught his staring.
“You would run for me? That is commitment.” His voice was somewhat teasing, but also held something so vulnerable. Hope, maybe. Her eyes drop to where Eskel’s heart resided; a small habit the Witcher had noticed a while back.
“Well, if that’s all I had to do to prove commitment, I would have run ages ago.” Tension built, Eskel swallowing hard. His free hand came up to his jaw, his thumb rubbing just under his chin for a moment. After rubbing away whatever fictional thing resided on his chin, he swallowed again, finding courage to respond.
“I would never ask you to.” It seemed the healer lost herself in the cat pupils the Witcher donned. They softened, giving almost a round shape. The black giving a sturdy island in the middle of golden tsunamis.
“Regardless…” she trailed. It didn’t need to be said, as she had said it a thousand times before in thousands of different ways. Eskel’s eyes snapped to the door, gently pulling Y/n out of the way. Loud footsteps approached, and Lambert appeared once the door was thrown open. As he stomped away, he threw back a jab at the two. The snip in his tone, steam rolling off his skin, and small towel all alluded to their conversation interrupting his bath.
“I’m glad I like running. It’s helping me get away from this boring-ass conversation. Maybe you should focus on practicing ‘saying what you mean’.” The older Witcher bristled for only a moment before silently wishing Y/n’s arm didn’t drop his own. Whishing her eyes would peer back up at his once her embarrassment leaves along with his younger brother. He clears his throat after a moment, once more grabbing his muse’s attention.
“I would run. For you, that is.” He gives a closed mouth smile, one he practiced for a long while. One he is convinced make him look ‘less frightening’, not realizing the healer’s love for all of him. The older man gave an almost imperceivable bow of his head before stepping back. “Enjoy your bath. It seems well earned.”
A thought lingered in his mind, something he scolded himself for not being able to verbalize.
“Runner or not, I trust and love you.”
-x—–
Nothing annoyed the feral Witcher more than being in the dark.
Lambert had picked up on Jaskier staring at Y/n a little over ten minutes ago. It seemed that he was the only Witcher in the room that had noticed, and it drove him crazy. The way everyone was positioned in the library, the youngest Witcher was the only one who couldn’t see what Y/n was doing. With her back facing him, he was having difficulty figuring out what was so interesting to the bard. This whole time, he had thought she was reading, as practically everyone else was.
With the rest of the fort being too cold, everyone converged in front of the library’s massive fireplace. Lambert was the closest to the flame; the fire practically kissing his back. He had Gwent cards splayed in front of him, but it seemed some of his space was taken by the bard’s foot. That’s what grabbed the wolf’s attention in the first place. Jaskier’s leg was outstretching slowly as his full attention was on the woman. Every few seconds, the brunet will hunch over his journal, furiously scribbling. Giddiness rolled off the poet in tidal waves, making the older man visibly gag. Jaskier had originally been seated upright next to Lambert, but it seems he had slowly inched his way to have Y/n’s face in view.
Y/n had been seated at one of the cleaner tables in the room. In reality, it was the only clean table in the room. Lambert had been the first one to hunker down. Eskel had wandered in a while later, minutes before his companion. The older wolf swiftly danced around the room, cleaning the books from the table in question, and putting them away. He sacrificed a rag in his pocket to the dust and grime that coated the top, and once it was clean, he still seemed put out. It was only until he quietly lifted the table and moved it the perfect distance away from the fire that he was satisfied. When finished, he flashed a look to Lambert. His eyes were torn between daring the young Witcher to say something and begging him to stay silent. To give mercy.
It ruffled his feathers in a way. Where was his mercy from the stifling lovefest? It’s not fair that the idea of ‘them’ is what everyone was focusing on this winter. Despite that, he swallowed his jests, and silently prayed that him being idle led to a quicker end of their dance.
She had wandered in after the large man plopped himself down on a couch on the far wall. Yen and Geralt had taken to talking on the couch, books open on their lap to keep up appearances. Vesemir fluttered around, seemingly only reading a couple chapters of a given book he picks up before placing it back on the shelf and finding a new one.
Nothing the lovestruck girl did was grabbing the attention of anyone but the bard. But why!?
Lambert gives in, tapping the musicians foot. The bard’s eyes snap to him, almost angry he’s being taken away from the show. A well-placed eyebrow and a pointed finger were all Jaskier needed to start explaining. Though, his response was just as simple. Eyes followed lute calloused fingers as they pointed from the healer at the table to the scarred Witcher. Oh.
Jaskier’s eyes flickered to the entity sitting next to him as he could hear the smirk form. Lambert mouths ‘daydreaming’, to which, he receives a nod. Lambert, too, splays out. He is so confident, that the young Witcher’s bravado caught the attention of the White Wolf. Then, in turn, Yen’s interest.
“Hey, uh, Y/n? You still want to play Gwent tonight?” His tone lazily hid his amusement, but to his pleasure, she didn’t notice. In fact, it seemed her answer was on autopilot. Y/n never backed down from Gwent, and it was the perfect distraction topic.
“Uh-huh.” Lambert finally noticed how she was seated. Her head was in one hand, perfectly angled to be reading with the older Witcher in the background. This was too easy. He preened as another autopilot answer was given to his next question.
“Great. I’ve got some new cards. Hey, isn’t he framed justperfectly in this firelight?” To the vagueness, everyone looked to the two of them. Eskel’s eyes flickered from his brother to Y/n as she gave a curt ‘yeah’. It took the large man’s wide, golden eyes for the healer to process what the Witcher said.
Y/n’s eyes go wide, embarrassment clear on her face. Her eyes fly to the table around her, and her hand mechanically goes to her forehead. With a shaky voice, she announces her departure
“Oh wow, would you look at that? It seems I’ve forgotten my cards back in my room.” The healer quickly snaps her book shut, stumbling out of her chair. To play it off, she turns back to the room, still shuffling backwards towards the door. A thumb is thrown up, pointing over her shoulder, giving her emphasis. “Back to the ol’ room. I’ll, uh, be back.” Y/n threw up a large grin but dropped it when the door is within arm’s reach.
The bard’s foot that was outstretched knocked at Lambert’s closest limb. Jaskier flashed a disappointed look, not voicing his opinion in the same room as Eskel. The young Witcher and bard have had multiple conversations about Eskel and Y/n; the poet begging Lambert to leave their friend’s relationship alone.
–X—
“Why does is it sound like you’re not expecting me back?” Eskel’s large form was framed perfectly in the doorway, the overcast throwing sludge snow towards the earth behind him. Her lips puckered, hands raising, as she lifted herself to her tiptoes. Ever so gently, Y/n brought Eskel’s hood to rest perfectly on his head.
“I trust your skills. Of course I trust you.” The looming figure kept his smile internal as her heartbeat confirmed the statement as true. The healer’s eyes drop, as well as her frame. Her hands hesitate before leaving the hem of the hood. Those same hands found their place upon her hips, then slithered together across her chest. Then, one raked through her hair, until she finally found her voice. “I don’t trust the elements. I mean, look out there! I bet you there isn’t anymore solid footing, and thatis needed.” Pride, bashfulness, joy and love all swelled throughout the Witcher. He simply wished he had the confidence-no, the self-love needed to confess.
Golden eyes catch the light from the nearby torches as they intently look to the woman in front of them. He tried to convey everything he felt in that moment, hoping she understood that he feels the same way.
“I promise to be as vigilant, and as safe as possible. I will return.” She must have picked something up, and she responded with a nod and a somewhat satisfied smile. Y/n takes a small step back, as if reintroducing the rest of the world to their moment.
warningsreader dealing with body issues, jaebeom being best boy, slight nudity ( i guess ), and this is just comfort ,, for me at least lol
genre fluff, comfort
word count0.4k
inspirationn/a
synopsis jaebeom always knows the right thing(s) to say, even if he doesn’t really say it…
author’s note disclaimer! to be clear i stopped writing for kpop this september. but my main writing outlet was wattpad where i have dozens pieces written. i decided the least i could do for you guys here is post my favorites! this being one of them, enjoy and thank you for everything!
After finishing the last stroke to the word beautiful you became stuck. You gazed at yourself in your body mirror, mind wracking for more positive words to mark on your body. Your attention soon slipped to your thighs, looking more full than usual as you sat on your back legs. The words gorgeous and cute adorning them. A troubled sigh left you.
Your plan wasn’t working out right. You were hoping you’d have more confidence and more words. But you were falling short and starting to feel worse about yourself. Clicking your tongue in defeat, you reached for your marker top beside you.
Eyes catching a glimpse of a lean figure in your doorway, you jumped. Thankfully, that lean figure belonged to your boyfriend. Someone who has seen you this bare.
You giggled, blood rushing your cheeks as you started to feel bashful. Jaebeom chuckled at your smile that he recognized oh so well. “How long have you been standing there?” You questioned, connecting the top to the marker and shifting to sit fully on your carpet.
Jaebeom sighed, striding over to you. “Long enough to know you’ve been struggling with words for some reason…”
He plopped down right next to you, slipping the marker out of your hands with ease. “Why are you struggling with words?” His eyes running across the skin that had already been grazed with the marker.
You breathed out a weak laugh. “You know why…” Of course, Jaebeom knew why, he’s been there every time you needed a chest to cry into, every time you needed someone to hold your hand, every time you just needed someone to wipe your tears. He was there.
He never really knew what to say. Jaebeom just knew he hated seeing you so down about yourself and that he’d do anything to make you feel good. Anything to make you confident in yourself and your image.
“I-” Jaebeom inhaled deeply, words getting stuck in his throat.
“Here,” he popped open the marker and gingerly grabbed your wrist, turning it and then smoothly writing on your forearm.
“Jae,” You sighed, a fond smile gracing your lips when you noticed the word he was writing.
As soon as it was down, he looked up at you. A starry, hopeful look in his eyes. Obviously hoping he had done the right thing.
You nodded, your eyes not getting enough of rereading the word worthy.
Rolling your eyes, you gently pushed his head back down onto your lap “Because you’re so obviously making that up,” you teased
“Am not!”
The proud count sulked, crossing his arms with a not-so-countly huff, refusing to look up at you. You breathed out, slowly running your fingers through his hair, feeling the cold dessert breeze run up your back.
He felt you shiver underneath him and sat up within seconds, scooping you up in his arms to warm you up. You both remained quiet, basking in each other’s warmth, his thumb running up and down your arm.
“You know,” you began slowly, looking up at him and pressing a kiss to his jaw “I already love you.” you felt his skin start to flush “You don’t need to try to impress me any more.”
Lucio shrugged, clearing his throat before speaking “I know,” he more whispered than spoke, coughing and repeating the phrase before falling back into silence.
Kissing his shoulder, you eased into him and closed your eyes.
He’s the Captain’s pet and you’re a bartender of the ship stuck in the main quarters serving drinks. One night, he got awfully drunk and vomitted his stomach out, and since the captain isn’t that fond of taking care of his pets - you were stuck caring for the guy until he was sober.
darling:4/10, it’s alright, but there is one character that can definitely call me that and it’s a 1000/10
slut/whore:0/10, not a fan
baby: 5/10, the normie petname haha - I don’t mind it but I like ‘babe’ better!
love: 6/10, this is good when it’s used all teary-eyed and in angsty situations
bae: 2/10, it’s not for me
kitten:0/10, I… cringe so hard at this one and I don’t know why
puppy:5/10, can be cute sometimes
cow: 0/10, ???? no please
bunny:0/10, also super awkward to me
princess:0/10, reminds me of kids so it’s a no-no
sweetie:0/10, same as princess, I’d call my grandkids sweetie lmao
sweetheart: 7/10, this one is cute
dear:5/10, don’t mind it
honey:5/10, cute and domestic
baby girl: 0/10, no sorry
kitty cat:0/10,
sweet girl:10/10, right in the praise kink hmmmm
sweet thing: 100000/10, this is the one for me - I’ve written (unpublished) fic with this as the catalyst. Any tall woman calling me this will be in for a surprise aghjdgjsah
gorgeous:4/10, it’s okay
little mouse:0/10, sounds so forced to me somehow?
Hi hello, haven’t heard from me in a while I assume. I haven’t been posting because there’s no requests T^T
Because of the lack of requests, I am lacking in inspiration to write.
Putting those aside, Haikyuu season 3 starting on a dub version has renewed my inspiration.
Aaaaaand I probably just started a war mentioning dubbed anime. BUT WHAT CAN I SAY??!!
I LIKE MULTITASKING AND I DONT KNOW A LICK OF JAPANESE
Too calm the onslaught of people trying to burn me at the stake, I watch both the subbed and dubbed versions. Because Japanese is a very interesting and, to me, beautiful language ( that I wish I knew how to speak).
(Not gon lie, I’m a sucker for a hot voice)
That went really off topic for more than a sec.
My inspiration was renewed, also because of Haikyuu season 4. ( CANT FREAKIN WAIT!!! )
I decided to do a part two with the oikawa x reader x iwaizumi. The first part surprisingly got a lot of likes? So I’m going to assume people liked it???
I have the idea in my head, buttttt the execution of the idea is the problem, I’m still trying to figure out how I’m gonna write out the story.
Stay tuned for that
I’ll try and get it done before winter break ends because after that I’m doing a musical and planning on doing another sport.
Summer is also going to be hectic as I’m doing 2 summer volleyball camps and going out of town for a good amount of time.
Here are things I’m planning to do in the future though
- write stupidkawa part 2
- start digital art commissions (as soon as I get good at it of course)
- expand the anime’s that I can write for
- just be more active
- hopefully stop being lazy
I just realized, that could be my New Years resolution. That I’m probably not going to accomplish, but hey, Atleast I’m tryiiiiinnnngggg
That’s it for now, I’ll update more so stay tuned for that.
Also, does anyone watch “Stand my Heroes”??
I got into it recently and I like but I don’t see any writings for it. Msg me and we’ll fangirl/boy together.
Thank you!! Lemme tell you, I started freaking out when I got your request. I was so ready to jump on it and just start writing but pizza was calling me. Anyways, here ya go! Sorry because of the delay, I was very busy! (Also, I got them new glasses, I can see clearly now the rain is gone).
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Four in the morning, such a tranquil time of day. Most people were asleep during that time, including the sun. Birds still nestled in their nests, except for the ones that sang really loudly in the wee hours of the morning. But still, most, if not all, were still asleep. Including the crimson winged bird, tucked in his cozy little bed. He laid on his front, his crimson wings sprawled out behind him. His breathing was steady as he peacefully dreamt, but that peaceful tranquility didn’t last long.
Creeping up from the side of the bed was a (h/c) haired girl, a phone in one hand and a slice of cheese in another. Quitely snickering to herself, she approached the bird of prey. She pressed record and prepared for her attack. Silently pulling back her arm, she readied herself, aiming straight for his face. The piece of cheese propelled forward and landed with a loud smack. Bullseye.
The sudden attack caught him off guard for only a moment. He was a hero after all, he was wired for situations like this. With the gracefulness of a one legged chicken, he screeched like a feral bird and frantically tumbled off of the side of the bed, making a loud oof as his body hit the ground. His senses were slowly coming back to him, although there were still hints of drowsiness.
He didn’t need to get up from his spot on the floor to know who the culprit was. Her laugh gave it all away. Although he was slightly irritated and grumpy, considering it was so early in the morning, he couldn’t help but smile at his little bird. Her laugh was contagious and he wondered how she was so energized this early in the morning.
He lifted himself up and away from the floors cold embrace. Looking over the other side of the bed, he found her rolling around the floor, clutching her stomach as she laughed. As she saw him emerge from the other side, her laughter only grew. His already wild bed head had gotten even worse after his small tumble.
He sighed to himself before his playful nature took over. A smirk firmly planted itself on his angelic face. Her laughter stopped but her smile never left. He climbed over the bed and chased after her.
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After weeks of that repeated incident, Hawks was even more cautious than before. She had already gotten him multiple times. In the shower, asleep, on the balcony, in public, she even went as far as going to his agency just to cheese him. He did not want another repeat of those situations.
After she had gone into his agency and cheesed him, he made her promise not to do it again. Did Hawks really believe her? No, not at all. She was most likely scheming another elaborate prank for the crimson, winged hero. She was gonna be the death of him, but he didn’t really mind. As long as she was smiling he would sacrifice anything and everything.
Which is why he said yes to doing an interview sorta thing with her. The smile that graced her bright features was worth it in his eyes.
For majority of the interview, everything was going more than well. She hadn’t attempted anything, yet. At this point, the interview was practically done and that was when he made a drastic mistake. He let his guard down and (y/n) instantly noticed.
Mischievously smirking to herself, she gave a signal to the camera crew and her devious plan began. But she had missed an important factor. Hawks wasn’t going to let this go this time.
Both of them stood up, along with the interviewers, to take a picture facing the audience. As the picture was being taken, a flying piece of cheese flew and smacked him right in the face.
He slowly turned to his girlfriend with the cheese still on his face. While she was busy laughing, along with the audience, he took out a can of whip cream from behind the sofa and sprayed it on top of her head.
Wide (e/c), eyes looked up at him. Her mouth a gape, she laughed even harder. She then grabbed some whip cream from her head and smeared it on his cheese free face. Moments like this were what made her love him and him love her.
Moments like this reminded them of how lucky they were to have found each other. As they stood there looking lovingly at each other, a photo was taken.
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I’m so sorry for being super super late! I don’t know if I did this request justice but here ya go.
I was inspired to write this because one I love Hawks and I just needed to write something. I didn’t want my first story to be angst but I couldn’t help it.
If I’d known then what I know now, I never would’ve fallen for you. I would’ve never fallen for your charming and humorous personality. The way you healed every single bad moment with an overused pick up line or a bad joke. You always found a way to light up my world, but now my worlds gone dark. I’ve realized that not only did you bring the light, you were the light. But now that lights disappeared along with you. Now I’m stuck here, remembering what used to be. Imagining my world with the light you provided, but my imagination would never be able to recreate reality. What used to be. My world will never be brought back to its former glory. Instead of bright vivid colors it’s surrounded by dull ones. A million colors turned to two. A billion people turned to none. Feelings turned to ash. Who needs them anyway when all you feel is sorrow. An endless cycle repeating and repeating and repeating until the moment you give up. I’m trying to be brave. I’m trying to smile when there’s nothing to smile about. I’m trying to forget when all I can do is remember. Remember that you won’t be able to smile anymore. That you didn’t get to say goodbye. That I didn’t get to say goodbye. How one moment your here and another you aren’t. Everything we took for granted. The amount of time we wasted bickering and arguing when we should’ve spent it to cherish each other. Then I remember the things we used to do. Waking up in the morning right by each other’s sides. The love notes you’d leave me every single day. The silly little things you’d do to make me smile because you said I looked the best when happy. Our little dates on the rooftop of your apartment building. Our late night conversations that would last all the way to the early mornings. The way you looked at me, like I was the only person worth your attention. I miss you so much. Your good habits your bad habits I miss them all. I curse the fact that you were taken away from the world, from me. How our time together was cut short. We hadn’t even started our life together yet. When you left you took my heart with you, leaving me with a cold and empty hole yet to be filled. Although it didn’t stay like that forever. It was filled with sorrow and guilt. Maybe if I had tried harder you would still be here. Maybe if I had convinced you to stay you would still be here. Maybe if I went with you you would still be here, greeting me with a smile and a kiss on the forehead. If spending even a fraction of my life with you caused me this much hurt, I would do it. If I’d known then what I know now, I would’ve still fallen for you, my winged hero.
Sorry the spacing is a bit weird, I’m doing this on my phone and I copied and pasted it from google docs. This is kinda short and probably has a lot of mistakes but I hope you like this! If you did, please like it and ya knowwww… request something cuz I am bored and not creative.
Even The Caged Bird Sings {Shouto Todoroki x OC} - Chapter One (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/sSAbo5QQPT The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom - Maya Angelou {Shouto Todoroki x OC} {My Hero Academia} {Boku No Hero Academia} Previously known as Dynasty (BNHA/MHA IS NOT MINE ALL RIGHTS GO TO HORIKOSHI. THE OC’S ARE MINE THOUGH) Mature because…. well…. it’s Bakugou Ongoing and updates are kinda slow
You wandered down the halls with a map in hand as you tried to find your class. Tiredness still ate at you, making you sluggish and groggy.
“Damn…why is this place so confusing?” You mumbled. Staring at the map, you turned it around realizing that it was upside down. It made sense now why you were lost. “God, I’m such a fucking idiot,” you sighed.
“Do you need help?” Someone asked. You turned around to see a girl with pink skin and hair. Her scleras were black with yellow irises. Little horns protruded from her head.
“Yeah, I don’t know where Class 1-A is. And I’m so disoriented that I ended up getting myself lost.”
“Oh! I’m heading there myself! I’m Ashido Mina!” The pink girl said cheerfully.
“L/n Y/n.” You nod.
As the two of you walked to class together, Ashido talked your ear off. Being how tired you were, you just nodded along, not really sure what she was talking about. But you liked her enthusiasm and company.
Once you both arrived to class, Ashido quickly ran off, eagerly talking to another girl who caught her attention. Not that you really cared.
You looked around the class, studying some of your classmates. For the most part, they seemed like nice people. But you mainly wanted lunch to come so you could get another cup of coffee to help ease your exhaustion.
“Maybe I could text nii-chan to bring me another cup before he heads to work,” you mumbled.
“Don’t stand in the doorway, bitch,” a familiar snide voice sneered. The person then roughly pushed past you, making you stumble back. It was the blond boy from the train.
“You know asshat, there’s a nicer way to ask people to move,” you hissed. “Maybe you could stand to learn it.”
“Hah?!” The blond grabbed you by your shirt. “What’d you call me?”
“You heard me dipshit. I called you an asshat. Or are you ears so full of shit that you can’t hear anything other than your self-glorification?”
His face flared red in anger. Explosions crackled in his palms. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
“I’d like to see you try,” you taunt. Your eyes glow blue as colorful crystals cover your hand.
L/n Y/n
Quirk: crystallization
By consuming caffeine, she can create colorful crystals from her skin. The more caffeine she intakes, the more durable the crystals are.
“H-hey, break it up you two!” A red head spoke, pulling the blond away. Ashido pulled you back.
“Come on you two, please don’t fight in class!” A greenette frantically spoke.
“Tch, shut it Deku. The bitch started it,” snapped the blond.
“I’m too tired for this,” you sigh. “Just leave me alone hedgehog.”
“HEDGEHOG?! My name’s Bakugou Katsuki! Don’t forget it you bitch!”
“My name is L/n Y/n, not bitch you damn hedgehog.”
Midoriya Izuku
It had been two months since you moved, and you had been busy taking online classes in order to catch up and prepare for the U.A. entrance exams. The curriculum was slightly different in Japan compared to America, so there were some subjects you had to quickly learn. Japanese was the hardest. Although you could speak it well, your writing looked like chicken scratch.
Now, the day had come. It was time for you to take the entrance exams. Although your father was a famous pro hero, he refused to write you a letter of recommendation in. He said you’d feel more accomplished if you got in yourself.
You didn’t really care. You wanted an excuse to freely use your quirk and fight.
“Y/n dear, you ready for the exams?” Your mother asked as you came downstairs.
“Yesh!” You proclaim, shoveling cereal down your throat. Your mother shook her head.
“Your father already left. He had to go to his agency, but he left this for you.” She placed a poorly wrapped box on the table. You snickered at your dumb father’s attempts but unwrapped it anyway. Inside were a brand new pair of custom made f/c sneakers. They actually looked pretty cool.
Quickly trying them on, your feet sank into the squishy memory foam. The strap around the ankle kept you from rolling it. They were really comfortable.
“Ha, the old man does have style,” you say.
“You’ve been complaining about destroying your shoes, so he got you a custom made pair to withstand your quirk,” your mother explained. “Now, get going and kick ass.”
“Yes ma'am!” Quickly giving her a hug, you ran out of your house, all the way to U.A. You barely felt the effects of exhaustion due to your excitement. After checking in, you took your seat in the auditorium with the other students.
Since you were early, you took the time to text your parents that you made it. They both eagerly wished you luck.
“Eh? L/n-San?” A familiar voice said. You looked up to see a green haired boy with cute freckles.
“Midoriya-kun!” You cheer. Flying up from your seat, you squeeze the boy tightly. Your strength made him gasp for air. “I didn’t know you were taking the exam!”
“Y-yeah. I’ve been training really hard for it,” he said with a soft smile.
“Lucky.” You pout. “My mom wouldn’t let me leave the house cause I had so much school work to catch up on.”
You remember seeing him outside running early in the morning. You once tried to sneak out to go join him, but your mother caught you and dragged you back inside.
All of a sudden the lights dimmed down as the announcement was about to begin. You give Midoriya a friendly smile. “Well, best of luck.”
His cheeks tinted a faint red. “Y-yeah. You too.”
Todoroki Shouto
Endeavor’s offer weighed heavily in your mind. Although you really wanted to go to U.A, you didn’t know if it was ultimately worth having your future partner paired up for you. Especially only because of your quirk. And as cute as Shouto was, he didn’t seem too keen on the idea either.
“Hey, Y/n, get ready. We have dinner with the Todorokis at 8,” your twin brother called. Sighing, you got up from your bed and took a shower. Despite not wanting to go, you still dressed nice, putting on the simple dress your father made.
Your family headed to a traditional Japanese restaurant. Upon arrival, you all were led to the private VIP sector on the fourth floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, you immediately spotted the flames belonging to Endeavor.
“Now, remember Y/n dear, try to get along with Shouto.” Your mother said. She straightened the bow on your dress and brushed down your hair. “He would make a lovely husband for you and you’d get to go to U.A. like you always wanted.”
“Yeah yeah,” you mumbled. There was really no point in talking back.
Along with Endeavor and Shouto, a female with white hair and glasses and a college aged boy sat with them. The boy didn’t seem thrilled to be there either, but the girl at least put on a smile.
“Todoroki-san, Thank you for inviting us,” your father said.
“It is only acceptable that our children get to know each other as they are to be wedded,” Endeavor spoke. Both you and Shouto rolled your eyes.
After you were introduced to Shouto’s siblings, Natsuo and Fuyumi, you were forced to sit next to the bi-color haired boy. Natsuo and your brother hit it off quickly and began talking about video games. Fuyumi talked with your mom. You and Shouto sat in silence.
You picked at your appetizer, no longer feeling hungry. Honestly, the fact that your parents and Endeavor basically decided your fate for your greatly pissed you off. But what really could you or Shouto do anymore?
“Mother, I’m going to the restroom,” you announced, standing from your chair. Your mother barely paid attention (as usual), waving you off.
Once you left the bathroom, you were surprised to see Shouto leaning against the wall. He honestly looked dashing in his suit. If the situation was different, you wouldn’t have been opposed to dating him.
“Shouto-san, what are you doing here?” You question. The bi-color haired boy pushed off the wall and walked over to you.
“You don’t have to do this, you know?” He said. “And to be quite honest, I don’t want to marry you.”
“Damn…” you sweatdropped. He could’ve let you down easier.
“But, I do understand your desire to be a hero…” Shouto stared down at his right hand, making you raise an eyebrow in confusion. “I’ll help you.”
“Huh?” You question.
“I’ll help you be a hero,” he repeated. “We’ll fake a relationship for the sake of our parents. Once we graduate, we can go our separate ways. Deal?”
You smile. “Deal.”
Kirishima Eijirou
The light only made you head pound in pain even more. You squint as you try to slowly sit up. Pain flared up in the back of your neck making your cringe.
“Oh thank god you’re awake! Hey! Sensei! She’s up!”
Your vision was a tad blurry, so you couldn’t really make out anything. But you could somewhat see the familiar figure of your sensei.
“Y/n, can you hear me?” He asked. You blinked a couple times before nodding. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
His hand phased in and out of focus. "Two-no, three!”’ You cringe. The headache was killing you.
“Is she all right, sensei?” The same voice asked.
“She will be. I think she has a minor concussion though. Training was rough and you falling on her didn’t help.”
A red headed boy came into focus. His hair was spiked up and there was a small bruise on his cheek. He had a guilty pout on his face.
“Don’t worry about it, Eijirou. I called her mom to take her home. She’ll be fine after some rest.”
“Sensei…” you mumbled. You manage to sit up. Looking around, you realized you were in one of the dojo’s private sparring rooms. Feeling your head, you touched the fabric wrapped around it.
“I’m so sorry!” The boy suddenly yelled, making you jump. He formally bowed, touching his forehead to the ground. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “It’s my fault you were hurt! Please forgive me!”
“H-hey. N-no need to be so formal,” You stammer awkwardly. The red head sat up on his knees. “It’s fine. Really. Accidents happen, and I didn’t decide to take up martial arts if I couldn’t take a hit or two.”
You offer a reassuring smile. For some reason, the boy started to tear up. “So manly!” He exclaimed much to your confusion.
“Y/n, you in here?” You heard your mother call. Another sensei led the female in. She ran to you crying. Her tight hug didn’t help your headache. “Oh my poor baby! Are you all right!? How can you stand to be around such brutes?”
“Ma, I can’t breathe,” you say, pushing her away. “I’m fine. Really. It’s my fault for letting my guard down and no I’m not quitting lessons.”
Your mother didn’t like you doing “boyish” things such as martial arts. But she put up with it cause you enjoyed the training. You took Muay Thai, Jiu-jitsu, and taekwondo. She just babied you too much when you could take care of yourself.
“Come on. Let’s get you home,” your mother said. She helped you stand to your feet and held your arm as she led you out the door.
“See you next week, sensei,” you wave back. “You too Red.”
The red headed boy meekly waved back. “Yeah…you too Y/n.”
Kaminari Denki
With the help of Mei, you took the blond boy to Recovery Girl. After explaining the situation and getting a scolding from being reckless, you hit your friend upside the head.
“Owe! What was that for?” The pink haired girl whined.
“For messing with shit that doesn’t belong to you!” You snap. “I told you not to meddle with my stuff. Now look! I ended up injuring another student!”
“Well, you got to admit, my effects were pretty amazing.”
You sigh, seeing as there was no reasoning with her. You just made a note to talk to Power loader-sensei.
After Mei left to go back to class, you stayed behind with the boy trying to salvage what was left of your project. You tinkered with the mechanics, pulling out the added part Mei placed in. It honestly could have worked, but one of the gears was out of place. The pink haired girl wasn’t as air headed as everyone thought.”
Continuing to tighten gears and reconnect wires, you worked for about an hour before the boy began to shift. He then sat up with a gasp.
“Where am I?”
“Recovery a Girl’s office,” you say, while placing in a new screw. You jump when it shocked you. “Ow. Damn.” You place you finger in your mouth, trying to soothe the tingling pain. “Sorry for falling on you by the way. In my defense though, my friend is the one at fault.”
“What?” The boy cringed, touching his bruising forehead. You hand him an ice pack and some Advil.
“Recovery Girl exempted you from the rest of your classes, so don’t hurry to get up. You’re in the hero course, right?”
“Yeah. Kaminari Denki, Class 1-A.”
"L/n Y/n. Class 1-H.” Standing from the chair, you stretched, feeling your stiff joints pop. “Well, Sorry again Kaminari. I gotta have my teacher scold my friend.”
"Wait!” Kaminari called before he realized. He didn’t know why. He really didn’t want you to leave just yet. “Y-you’re in the support course, right?” You nod. “Can you help me with a few modifications to my costume?”
You smile. “Of course. Stop by class tomorrow afternoon.” With that, you left the nurse’s office.
Hitoshi Shinsou
After your encounter with that Hitoshi Shinsou kid in the morning, you were extremely shitty. Especially since he heartlessly spoiled the ending of the recent manga for you.
“He pisses me off,” you grumbled. “If I ever see him again, I’ll bash his face in!”
“You get too riled up easily,” your best friend, Kendo, sighed.
“Hmph.” You continued to angrily shovel udon noodles in your mouth.
The cafeteria bustled with students. Kendo talked away, complaining about Monoma’s usual antics and the upcoming sports festival. It would be the chance for the students of 1-B, like yourself, to get some actual recognition since most of it went to 1-A. Not that you really paid attention. You just nodded along, flipping to the next page of your manga.
Since Hitoshi spoiled Demon Slayer for you, you decided to wait to read the next volume. So, you decided to read Bungou Stray Dogs. Your older sister was a manga artist, so you and her bonded over reading and drawing.
“You know…” A familiar snide voice said, making you freeze.
“LALALALALA!” You shouted, covering your ears before you could be spoiled once again. Hitoshi’s shit eating grin made you glare. “Do you find joy in pissing me off?”
“I do find your reaction quite humorous,” the purple haired male said.
“Come on you two, don’t cause a scene,” Kendo said.
“Why are you even here?” You asked, still glaring with your hands over your ears. Hitoshi sat down next to you with his lunch tray.
“All the other tables are full,” was his response.
“And you didn’t have any other friends to sit with? Why us?”
“Because, like I said, L/n, I find your reaction humorous. You don’t want me here?” Hitoshi asked mischievously.
“NO!” All of a sudden, your mind went blank. You didn’t know what was happening. It just went dull.
“That’s too bad,” Hitoshi said, pulling apart is chopsticks. “I want to stay.”
Amajiki Tamaki
After your encounter with the dark haired boy in the music room, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was embarrassing! You couldn’t believe that someone heard you playing the piano.
You were a pretty private person and got stage fright. You didn’t even like to play in front of your teacher. So you were pretty mortified that he had seen you.
As you made your way through the halls to your next class, music played through your headphones, keeping your anxiety at bay.
“Oi! Y/n-Chan! Y/n-Chan!”
Your soul nearly left your body when someone came up behind you and hugged you tightly. Upon realizing it was only your cousin, your heart rate returned to normal.
“Nejire, please don’t do that,” you let out a sigh. “I thought I was going to die.”
“Where did you go?” The blue haired girl asked.
“Music room….”
“I should’ve known when I couldn’t find you at orientation. Still don’t like crowds huh?”
“No…”
“Come on! We’re third years now! You should be more excited.”
Your cousin just continued to talk your ear off excitedly. She really hadn’t changed at all since you were kids. Then again, neither did you. Over time, you’ve learned to tune her out, occasionally nodding your head to give the impression you were listening.
“What class are you in?” Nejire asked. You just hand her your schedule. Her eyes skimmed it before she frowned. “Awe, you’re in 3-B. We’re not together this year.”
“Sadly not…” you say. You and Nejire had been in the same class together since elementary school. Of course, just your luck, your senior year of high school was the year you’d be separated.
“But don’t worry! You’ll make tons of friends and I’m sure our classes will work together!” Nejire said energetically, trying to boost your dampened mood.
“I guess…”
Once you arrived at your class, you noticed a blond boy talking with another male who seemed just as timid as you were. It then hit you-
“The boy from the music room….” you mumbled.
“What was that, Y/n-Chan?” Nejire asked. You shook your head.
“Oh hi! Are you in this class?” The blond ask. He had as much energy as Nejire.
“Nope. I’m in 3-A, but Y/n here is. I’m Hado Nejire by the way.”
“Awesome! We’re in class together! I’m Togata Mirio.”
“L-l/n Y/n….” you say quietly. Your eyes dart to the dark haired boy. He was looking at you, but when you caught his gaze, he looked away embarrassed.
“My friend Amajiki here is in Class 3-A too Hado. He’s a bit shy though, so hopefully we can all get along,” Togata said with a smile.
“Y/n here is the same way. She’s like a helpless little humming bird, so please take care of her,” Nejire said.
You and Amajiki both flushed red in embarrassment. Your two companions were not helping. And they only continued to babble along as if they were best friends for years.
“Mirio…”
“Nejire…”
Why were they like this?
Aizawa Shouta
First period ended and you found yourself in the teacher’s lounge. Sociology was only open to second and third years, so you had quite fun with your first class. Although it did take a minute for them to wake up, they did enjoy your first lesson.
Now, you sat, drinking your tea as your next class was only a planning period. Your fox-like tail swished back and forth happily.
“How’d your class go, Y/n?” Nemuri asked. “Didn’t scare your students away?”
“No, cause unlike you, I don’t wear a dominatrix outfit and carry a whip with me at all times,” you shot back with a small smirk. The black haired woman gasped in mock hurt.
“It is your conservative nature that keeps you from getting laid.”
“How do you know my conservative nature isn’t just an illusion?” You say slyly.
“Wait! You’ve been laid?!”
“I’m leaving that job to your imagination.”
You laughed as for the next few minutes, Nemuri pestered you for the truth. But all of a sudden, alarms began to blare. The two of you shared a confused look.
“What does the alarm mean?” You ask, covering your sensitive ears.
“Someone’s broken into U.A.” Nemuri said darkly.
You both rush outside only to be met with a flood of panicked students. Using your quirk, you create an illusionary staircase and walk on the ceiling to avoid the crowd. Once you made it outside, you are met with the persistent press that had made it past the gates.
“All of you are trespassing,” you say coldly. “If you don’t leave, the cops will be called.”
“Wait! Kitsune! Can we please get an interview?” One of The reporters yelled.
“Is all Might there? Can you please get him for an interview?”
“No. Leave before you get on my nerves.” The press only continued to pester you for an interview. Your eye twitched in irritation and you were prepared to use your quirk when someone stepped in.
“You heard her, you’re trespassing,” a tired voice said. You recognized the black haired man from before. After learning about some of the other teachers, you found out his name was Aizawa Shouta or the Erasure Hero: Eraserhead. “The cops have been called already. If you don’t leave, this’ll get even messier.”
That seemed to do the trick and they quickly dispersed. You let out a sigh, thankful they were gone. The police did arrive soon and after clearing everything up, the day went about as normal.
“Thank god they’re gone now,” you said. “They were annoying.”
"No students were hurt and they didn’t get into the school, which is most important,” the man spoke. You nodded in agreement. The bell then rang, signaling the next period. “Better get to your next class, Kitsune.”
“Just call me L/n. We’re coworkers now, aren’t we, Eraser-San?”
Takami Keigo
The next few days business was crazier than usual. There were a lot more catering orders as well as parties. Although it was tiring, you couldn’t complain as it put more money in your pocket. However, when one of your coworkers called in sick, you had to pick up her work until someone could come in to help. But that wouldn’t be for a couple hours.
“Y/n-chan, when you get a chance, can I get a refill?” A customer asked.
“Yep! One second!” Unscrewing the blown lightbulb on the ceiling, you replaced it quickly with a fresh one. Once done, you lowered yourself back to the ground with your threads and rushed to get the pitcher of water.
“Y/n-Chan, you work so hard. Don’t you ever take a break?” One of the elderly women who typically visited asked.
“Its alright! I like working, obaa-Chan! This is my dream job and I wouldn’t trade it for the world,” you said with a smile.
The woman shook her head with a chuckle. “You stubborn girl. You’ll never find a spouse at this rate. Just don’t burn yourself out, okay? Where else am I supposed to get my macaroons?”
“Yes ma'am!”
At two, your other coworker finally came in and he was able to start on the dishes you couldn’t. With now three people in the store, you were finally able to take a break to eat your lunch.
You sat at one of the outside tables to enjoy the sun and clear skies. The streets were busy with life. People going in and out of stores or just talking with friends. Everything was peaceful for once.
“Day off finally?” A person sat in the chair across from you.
“Hawks-San! Long time no see.” You smile at seeing the blond. “And no, I’m on my lunch break.”
“A shame. And here I thought I had a chance to ask you out on a date.”
You blush at his flirting. “Ha ha. Nope. Still working as usual. How about you? I haven’t seen you for a while.”
“Same as you. Busy with work. Can’t seem to catch a break,” the male sighed.
“I feel you.”
For the rest of your break, the two of you chatted, catching up on things since the last time you saw each other. Your conversation was interrupted by police cars zooming down the street. Their sirens wailed far into the distance.
“Welp, duty calls,” Hawks said, standing up. He stretched out his red wings. “I’ll see you around.”
“Take care,” you wave.
Then he was gone. The wind blew a napkin into your face. Pulling it off, you then see that he had written his number on it.
Dabi
After you were freed from prison, you blindfolded (basically kidnapped) and taken to the League of Villain’s base. You went along with it cause you were quite curious. But at the same time, blindfolding and binding you so that you can’t escape? It was a little over the top. They honestly should’ve kept the handcuffs on.
“Are we there yet?” You complain. “I need to use the bathroom.”
“She’s so annoying. Why did we have to bring her?”
“Because, her rare quirk will be a valuable asset to us.”
“I’m excited to have another girl! I wonder how pretty her blood is~”
You felt the cool surface of a knife press against your cheek. “Cut me bitch and I make it so that the police can’t even recognize your body.”
The girl giggled (creepily). “I like her already!”
Eventually, you got where ever you all were going. Rough hands forced you to your feet and forced you out of whatever vehicle you were in.
“Damn. Ever heard of chivalry?”
"Shut up. I don’t even see the point of having you here, especially since you were caught by the police.”
“Because I willingly let them capture me.” You grin, sensing his confusion. In a swift movement, you ripped the flimsy bondages and took off the blindfold. The other villains immediately became defensive.
You took note of everyone there. There was the two who broke you out of jail. A teenage girl. A man wearing a black mask. A male that had a reptilian body. Another man who wore what looked like a magician’s hat, and another person who carried what looked like to be a magnet.
“Ah ah ah. Attack me and you risk destroying what you were after,” you taunt, holding up a flash drive. “Isn’t that Right, Shigaraki Tomura?”
Shigaraki sighed, scratching at his face. “You’re such a pain in the ass, Glitch…”
“You know her, Tomura-kun?” Asked the teenager.
“Yeah…she’s a hacker and a cryptologist. That drive has all the data about Japan’s police force and contains exclusive files on certain heroes. It would be a pain in the ass if she broke it.”
“I was honestly thinking about selling it for a shit ton on the black market, but you all seem like an interesting group,” you say. “I’ll stay, but try to blindfold me again, and I wipe this drive faster than you can say Plus Ultra.”
“Whatever. You’re still such a pain in the ass.”
You grinned and pocketed the flash drive. You flashed the tall ravenette who seemed most opposed to your presence a smile. “Seems like you can’t get rid of me that soon, hot shot.”
