#''you know when i get some nice guy here *gestures next to himself* you know...big! big!''

[theflyingfeeling]

he has a small dick but when he's looking at a nice-looking guy his dick gets bigger. got it 👍#in english this is also called homosexual. hope this helps

amazing tags, thank you 😂

I was merely rephrasing what he said into a more easily understandable form 🤭 but you're welcome 😇

for context: x

[asbealthgn]

Eddie is used to getting recognized in public, but it doesn’t mean he likes it.

And Gareth knows how much he doesn’t like it, so Eddie’s not really sure why his best friend has completely abandoned him like this. Well, maybe abandon is a little dramatic. He said he’d be right back, but that was half an hour ago, and there’s only so many times he can circle the park and dive into bushes anytime someone gets too close. Which is why Eddie left the park altogether and is now sitting at a bus station. No one would expect notorious Corroded Coffin frontman Eddie Munson to be at a bus station, right?

Except he’s not sure the hat and sunglasses and incongruous location are quite doing their job. A group of kids across the road have stopped and they’re all whispering amongst themselves as they look at him. Eddie really wishes he had something to conceal himself with, but his hand over his face would definitely look way too suspicious. He’s thinking he might just have to cut and run and take his chances back in the park bushes.

That is, until the most beautiful man he’s ever seen in his life sits in the seat next to him, unfurling a giant map that easily shields both of them. Eddie’s fucking savior.

“Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know how to get to Japantown, would you?” the guy asks.

As it happens, Eddie does know how to get to Japantown. He hasn’t actually ridden the bus in years, but he still remembers the route. “Yeah,” he says, pointing it out on the map. “You just get on line five headed east and ride it like nine or ten stops until you get to McAllister and Fillmore. From there you just have to walk a few blocks to get into the area.”

The guy looks at him with big eyes, brown and a little droopy. “McAllister and Fillmore,” he repeats, like he’s trying to memorize it. He has pretty pink lips, glistening a little like he’s wearing lipgloss. 

Fuck, he’s adorable. And looks a bit prone to getting lost. And Eddie’s still kind of mad at Gareth for leaving him high and dry out here. So as the bus pulls up to the stop, Eddie figures what the hell?

“I’m actually headed that way,” Eddie says, standing. “I can show you.”

The guy’s whole face brightens and fuck, he really is gorgeous. “You don’t mind?”

“Not at all, big boy.”

The bus is blessedly empty other than one shriveled up lady sitting towards the front with her groceries and a teenager in the middle with giant headphones and their nose in a book. Eddie heads to the back with the guy, who now has a faint blush dusting his nose and cheeks.

“I’m Steve, by the way,” he says as he sits in the seat next to Eddie. “What’s your name?”

So that confirms that Steve doesn’t know who he is. It didn’t seem like he did from how he was reacting, but it’s a bit of relief to know for sure. “Eddie,” he says, bumping his shoulder into Steve’s. “Nice to meet you.”

Steve gives him a smile that’s about as radiant as the sun as he nudges Eddie’s shoulder back. “You too.”

“So what do you have going on in Japantown?” Eddie asks.

“I’m headed to a baby shower for some friends who live near there,” he says, “Well, it’s not a real baby shower.”

“No?”

“‘Cause it’s not a real baby. That is, it’s not a human baby.”

Eddie lifts his eyebrows. “I think you lost me.”

Steve twists in his seat and starts gesturing with his hands. “Well, it all started when they found out that one of their cats wasn’t actually spayed and had gotten knocked up by a stray,” he says, “And Robin was like, ‘Hey, more cats, that’s a good thing,’ and Nancy was like, ‘No, our neighbors already think we’re crazy cat ladies.’”

“Uh huh.”

“So they compromised and decided they would keep one kitten and give the rest away,” Steve says, “So it’s less of a come give us presents for our baby shower and more of a please take our babies away shower. You know?”

“Oh yeah, one of those,” Eddie says, and Steve laughs. 

“Hey, are you in the market for a kitten?” he asks. “Cause if you are, I totally know where you can get one.”

It’s Eddie’s turn to laugh. “Honestly?” he says, “I’ve got nothing else going on. Why the hell not?”

Steve gives him another one of those radiant smiles and Eddie can’t help but hope he gets more than a kitten by the end of this.

[shadow4-1]

(Based on a true story) I'm just imagining being a military contracted funeral director who's responsible for handling Soap's funeral arrangements.

Apparently, depsite how much John MacTavish loved his family, he listed his Captain as next of kin in his will. You sit in the tiny arrangement conference room in a nice suit, surrounded by three distraught men in bloody tactical gear.

The giant Lieutenant in a skull mask is crying. Not sobbing, but just crying. As he blinks, big wet tears drip down in between the teeth's ridges. Even when he speaks his voice is still the same, even tone.

The one in the blue cap is bouncy and forcibly stoic. His jaw is set so hard you can see his forehead muscles clench. He pretends like you don't exist but you can feel his eyes on you every time you look away.

And the Captain...he's blank faced. He shows no emotion. He absent-mindedly flips through the packets of information in front of him. He asks honest, curious questions about the cremation authorization forms. It's obvious he's buried more than his fair share of people.

"You're not going to cut up his insides, right?" The blue cap asks. He catches you off guard, but also his squad.

"Garrick. Now is not the time." Captain warns.

You butt in, knowing damn well this won't end well without some mild intervention.

"You've selected a direct cremation package for Mr. MacTavish." You nod, gesturing to the papers in front of you. "Mr. MacTavish hasn't been autopsied, so...no. Nothing but cremation will be done to his body."

The blue cap sinks in his chair in relief. The Captain scoffs at him, but based on his and the Lieutenant's reaction, they also relax with that knowledge. You center yourself before forcing eye contact with every man in the room. You manage to get all of their attention.

"I'm here for you guys. If you need anything or have question, please let me know." You nod, smiling softly. "Mr. MacTavish will be well cared for. I promise."

The rest of the conference goes normally. The Captain signs the papers and thanks you for your hard work. You shake their hands and show them to the door. You offer the Lieutenant your suit's handkerchief on the way out. You expect him to give it back but he just takes it.

Little do you know, that night he can't stop himself from crying into it. Your little bit of genuine sweetness makes him want to keep living despite the fact the loss of Johnny makes him want to die.

[mrs-monaghan]

I’ve seen a lot of talk about how JK loves Jimin in the show, many have pointed out all the things he says and does for Jimin. But what does Jimin do for JK? How did we see him love Jk in the show because I’m struggling to see it and hate that.

You mean apart from claiming him?

Coz anon, letting the world know a person is yours kinda goes to show Jimin loves the hell out of JK... hard enough to announce to everyone, but okay. If u want us to look at a few instances then we shall...

I gotta say though, not seeing how Jimin loves JK is wild. But, let's proceed.

I personally still can't get over Jimin waxing himself for JK. Its giving, amazing boyfriend who knows what his man likes 😏

I'm sorry but that is so gay

Alright anon. To really start us off, is the reason why AYS exists in the first place.

We saw JK missing Jimin here and Jimin missing JK here. So Jimin doing this did not surprise me at all. I mean, we all remember he's it done before in 2019, so he's a grand gestures type of boyfriend. Wbk 😍🥺 I mean, man did say he would travel to the moon for JK. Literally.

So yeah, that's Jimin for ya. The guy who you can't seem to see just how much he loves JK 🤦🏽‍♀️ Moving on... so they decided to play RPS

Jimin wins and what does he do?

That's right. The rule of the game is to pick what you want first and eat that. But no, Mimi knows his baby loves to eat so even though he won, he finds out first what JK wants.

They play again, Jimin wins and once again,

He offers JK first.

Makes you wonder what the point of this game is atp 😂😂 but Jimin will always put his man first and that's on fax. Cue editors pointing it out for you anon;

Still you missed it... smh.

Next.

When he allowed a probably tired JK to rest on his shoulder.

How cute was that? It reminded me of this:

Jimin doesn't love JK you say? Let's continue ☺

JK is special. We've known this for years. Jimin has always given JK that special treatment and has never even tried to hide it.

This post would feel incomplete if we didn't talk about their none existent hyung/dongsaeng dynamic.

Not me going into bedroom territory and cackling at the fact that JK probably loves to rile up top Jimin. 🤭🤭

Ahem. Moving on swiftly 😌 to this other sweet moment.

i.e Jimin giving up his seat for JK.

And you who is reading this saying that aint a big deal... umm, I beg to differ??? They were filming something that was gonna be viewed by millions so of course one wants to look their best. And JK knew this which is why he asked Jimin about his best side in the first place. So yeah, this was a very sweet thing Jimin did for JK.

Jimin is a really nice person. You know? Like, Jikook aside, this dude is the real deal.

Anygays,

Jimin supporting JK's music. Standing next to you especially 😂 but I also loved when he sang hate you. That was awesome. And don't forget SEVEN too.

Last but definitely not least (due to maximum image space) Right in the beginning anon, the show opens with Jimin being super worried about JK's voice.

Jimin is not even subtle with how he treats and loves and dotes on JK.

I'm struggling to see it and I hate that.

Anon I can't believe you. Struggling? With Jimin of all people? Just for that I'll be coming back with a part 2. Hope these moments ring some bells for ya

[prettyboykatsuki]

picket fence | i. sae

✭ tags ; fem + afab!reader (sae jokingly refers to you as unladylike), established relationship, sae is whipped and bad at feelings, reader is very secure in themselves, p in v, very vanilla, 18+

✭ wc ; 2.2k

✭ a/n ; experiencing immense shame. will not be taking questions at this time

✭ synopsis ; you fail to seduce you boyfriend. he wonders if you’ll ever get that you dont need to try

"I'm trying to seduce you," Your voice is sarcastic as it is genuine in equal parts. Sae's expression remains impassive "Can't you at least pretend to care?"

"No," He replies back. You pout and cross your arms. Fake demure abandoned for your difficult personality, you flounce into the living room with a sigh. You're wearing lingerie. It's all lace and sheer and glittery. Not simple to put on from what he can see.

There's garters and stockings visible to the eye and you went as far as wearing the jersey he got for you in his size - cut in half to show you off. It's an admirable attempt, at least. You give him a twirl, gesturing to yourself and then groaning at his disinterest.

He smiles, corners of his lips twitched upwards as he glances at you then turns back to the T.V.

"I can't even get a compliment? Not even a fake one? C'mon,"

He gives you a look, wondering why you've even asked. You sigh, throwing your hands up in the air.

"Most guys would be thrilled by this. Do you know that? I bet Shidou would be,"

"Shidou would fuck anything warm with a hole." He says sarcastically. Even in your annoyance, you laugh. Sae smiles to himself.

"I bet Rin would give me attention," You whine.Sae looks at you seriously.

"Don't joke about fucking my little brother,"

"Who said I was joking, dickwad," You spit, your personality returning to you in the blink of an eye. Sae gives you an unimpressed look "Whatever. I'm gonna go take pictures."

"Pictures?" He inquires. You shoot him a look of annoyance.

"Yes, pictures, Itoshi-san," You say, biting and frustrated - punctuating the honorific "Pictures."

"For who?"

You frown at him.

"Well, certainly not for you." You reply, hand on your hip "For me and whatever friend will hype me up. My private story, who knows, really."

"Don't do that."

"I put too much effort into this. I'm getting some pictures in it." There's a tinge of disappointment at the end of your words, followed by the utmost sincerity "I won't send it to any dudes so you can relax or whatever. I get to pick dinner."

"Hey," He calls, then huffs as you give him a look "Stop. Come here."

Sae watches you tilt your head, confused. You're annoyed, but not upset enough to make it a big deal. You always make it clear that you expect little from Sae. The longer he dates you, the more it annoys him. It's contradictory in it's own right, hypocritical to an extent.

But he doesn't particularly care as you stand next to him, arms crossed over your chest.

"Hm?"

He reaches his hands towards you, fidgeting with the strap of your garters. The warmth of your skin radiates off of you. You smell nice, like something fruity and floral - and you're all visibly done up. He only notices when there's this much space between you.

"How much was this?"

"Expensive," You reply, simple and indifferent "I bought it."

"For me?"

Where he's expecting your usual self (sarcastic, unladylike, rude), you slink back at the question. You're embarrassed, tucking your chin and trying desperately to get a read on his feelings. A sensation he can't describe washes over him, half-way between guilt and amusement.

"Yeah. Who else?"

"Rin," He replies back easily, and you sigh.

"I'm sorry. Just jokes," You say, light-hearted. Gentle in your own way "Are you done? Or are you asking so you can pay me back since you foiled my plans?"

"You look good." He murmurs gently. Softly, quietly, with as little sarcasm as he can manage. It's uncomfortable. The words don't fit in his mouth the way they should. It's not like he's thinking anything else. You do look good. And he does know, that most guys would be thrilled if their partners put on such a get-up for them.

Sae knows it almost intimately that half of his meathead teammates would cream their pants looking at you. Because he's not blind or stupid. It doesn't mean anything to Sae except for when it does.

"You don't have to try so hard," You offer again. That's so like you. No expectations, always prepared to give him ease where he doesn't deserve it "'s fine. Thanks for saying that. I'll go change and we can watch something."

"No," He says, shaking his head. A little gentler this time "C'mere."

A flush spreads over you. He invites you into the bed and you crawl towards him, settled in his lap. He doesn't know what to do with himself.

It's not like he doesn't like it. That he's unaffected. It's just not the clothing itself. Not the lingerie or the jersey which construct themselves as just objects. Sae's desires are the way you linger in the doorway of your shared bedroom - the twirling and posing and dramatics.

The soft laughter and the brave face you put on to walk into the door. The lingerie is pretty. It cups you, hugs you in the right places. Dips between the curve of your breasts and squeezes.

None of that is particular important. Right now, you've let yourself settle in his lap. Your arms around his frame, encircled around his neck and forgiving. He can feel the heat of your core over his cock, can feel the way your eyes flit to his lips up to his gaze. Sae secures his hands on your waist, fingers hooking into a strap and snapping it against your skin.

He kisses your jaw, all the way up until you your lips hover near each other. You press your lips to his, hands brushing the nape of his hair. He deepens it just for you.

"What was'at for? You wanna have sex?"

He laughs at you. Stupid. Crass. Vulgar.

Cute.

"Do you think I'm a eunuch?"

"You act like one sometimes." You admit, with a heaving sigh - brushing your nose against his "Dunno. I feel like I want you more than you want me."

"You're really stupid."

"Sae," You pout like you don't think you'll get your way, even though you always do "You suck."

He's honest with himself for a minute "I know."

"I still love you, though."

"I love you too." He means it. For some reason it's not as hard to say. Love is an objective truth. He can say it reasonably and not flinch. Everything else is hard. You rub your cheek against his, an affectionate and overgrown housecat in his bed.

"Mm," You cling to him, hugging him to your chest "But do you like me?"

"Sometimes."

"So mean." You say with no malice "I don't wanna do any work."

"'s fine. C'mere."

Sae helps as he flips over, until you're onto your back. There's a dull glow from the T.V. illuminating you. Rain pours outside, dark and cloudy. You bat your lashes as Sae hovers over you. His hand grasps your hip, sliding up to your knee as you wrap your legs all the way around his waist.

He kisses you tenderly. You kiss back with a mewl, an innocent and fragile noise that he never gets sick of. It's this part of you Sae likes, this part that makes you want him. Despite all of your grievances and annoyance - all your unpleasantires, you are resilient in a way he has a hard time understanding.

You’re patient, despite him. Always meeting him where he is but making him want to give you more, give you everything. There's plenty of attractive people in the world. None could be you, his home-grown and lovesick toothache.

It makes him feel impatient. Breaks his cool bravado down so slightly. He kisses you again, all deep tongue until you whimper. Then he drags his lips down your neck, teeth grazing your pulse as you hiccup.

You break apart so Sae can undress you. Wiggling out of the jersey, lettng him unclasp your bra. He feels his stomach twist. You're enticing. The gentle heave of your chest, goosebumps on your skin. Sae lets his mouth speak for him, laving his tongue over each of your tits. Toying with your nipples until you gasp and roll your hips up against him.

"Sae," You moan. Sae grunts in the back of his throat "Feels good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

The posession that settles in him his strange. He's never felt for anything in this way. Soccer is different. It can't leave. If he works hard enough, he can accomplish his goals.

The idea of you going somewhere Sae can't see you is troubling. Anyone seeing you like this - falling apart as arousal sparks in your gut is agitating. Sae wants you like this. Wants you to fall apart underneath him, because of him. It's all he can do to tell you the extent of his feelings.

He touches you until you're begging him to hurry it up, too much pleasure in your voice to be intimidating. He listens. Continues to toy with your chest as he nudges your legs apart, a hand in your panties to feel you.

You're dripping, keening as he rubs your pussy. He lets himself in slowly, rubbing your clit with his middle finger before angling himself lower. Normally there's more of a build-up. Sae works all of you open slowly. With his tongue or his fingers or his mouth.

He likes seeing you need it. What part of him that speaks too, he doesn't examine. Today, it feels like the roles are inverse. He can feel all the blood rushing to his cock. His thoughts bombarded with you and all your little misgivings.

Today it's more impatient. He finger fucks you open with an end goal clear in his mind. You spread your legs a little, and Sae pushes his middle finger into in one go. There's little resistance. You're wet and welcoming, sighing so sweet in his ear until it's easy to go in and out.

"C'mon and fuck me." You open your eyes to ask him, glassy and desperate "Please?"

"You're so impatient."

"Wanna know you want me."

"You should already know that."

Sae pulls away from you, standing on his knees.

"Open your mouth."

You nod. He lets his middle fingers rest on your tongue as he uses his free hand to position you. His cock rests against your bare cunt. He pushes between your folds, head nudging your clit. You feel good. Always perfect. Always wet and hot and inviting.

He ruts his hips. You whine for him, sounding so need. A staccato to your moans that makes him ache.

"You should know how much I want you, shouldn't you," He says, a hint of frustration in it "Everybody but you seems to."

Sae pushes into you with a heave. You're tight. Warm and wet and slick - made for him just like he always knew. He groans a little as he pushes the tip in. His hands come up under your knees, folding you in half. He waits for you to stop squirming, rocking himself slowly so that it's easier to fit all of him inside.

With a little effort, he manages. His pelvis up against yours, he gets himself close to you. You moan and he gives you look.

"You don't have to do anything special for me to fuck you like this," He says. It's easy to be honest now "Anything you do is enough."

"I just wanna look nice for you." You complain - so breathless and so struck with want Sae can't even be upset.

"I know. And you do," He grunts as he pulls his hips back, pulling out before pushing all the way back in "I don't hate it. Just for me, okay?"

"You're so bad at bein' honest."

"I'm being honest right now," Sae fucks you hard. A punctuated thrust, hand snaked between your bodies to toy with your clit "Read between the lines."

If Sae were better he'd say what he thinks. That it doesn't matter what clothes you have on because he wants to fuck you within an inch of your life for much less. You do look good in the lingerie, too good, and if you send any pictures to anyone - he's going to block them. One of these days he'll be courageous and make you cum while you wear his jersery. Bounce you on his cock and whisper about what you make him do. It’s unlike him. He doesn’t get it either.

He can't verbalize all of that well, so he takes to what he knows. Takes to using his hips to fuck you hard and fast, rhythmic and deep so you can't keep up. He hopes all of it comes through, that short whispers of “fuck, that's it” do enough to get it to come across.

Sae looks on as your face twists with pleasure. Your walls twitch and you shiver in his arms, nails in his bicep as he plays with you. Fucks you to his hearts content. Your legs over his shoulder, toes curled. Your muscles tense.

"Sae, g-gonna, I'm gonna c-cum."

"Cum for me." He whispers (begs if you listen closely) and you do. You're vibrant and wanton and you've still got your stockings on as your pussy pulses needlessly, arousal dripping down his length and onto the sheets underneath you. Leaving a mess of you on the sheets.

He's not done with you yet, but he slows so you can catch your breath. You open your eyes and giggle.

"You make me feel so good." You praise, easily and naturally like you do everything else. He groans internally, at a loss for words.

Instead of saying anything, he presses a kiss to your hairline and promises.

"Gonna keep going till you get it."

You grin.

"I’ll hold you to that, sir.”

[boredpotate]

Happier Chapter 5

Disclaimer: I do not own Arcane or anything I link. Just the concept. Also I'm not a medical professional so if what you read seems dumb, just imagine it makes sense.

Concept: Isekai Fem Reader turns back time to fix her timeline, but has unforeseen consequences.

Reader Pov

As I sit here waiting for Vi and Cait to show up with whatever amount of enforcer's they plan on bringing, I polish up my old mining helmet after I already finish doing the same thing with my lucky revolver. I've been sitting here waiting on the steps of some random building that hasn't been occupied in awhile.

'I may have showed up a little too early.' It's felt like I've been here for hours, but they still haven't showed up. I also occasionally checked the tunnel for anyone going in or out, but no luck. Must be too early to catch anyone. So I took a quick peak inside just to see the tunnel lead deeper than I can see into the mines.

I suddenly hear footsteps and quickly stand up with my gun in hand. I relax once I see the familiar head of hair, pink standing out the most. I see Cait with one of her family's new rifle models and Vi with what looks like a modified pair of gauntlets.

'Still a brawler,' I thought as I smile behind my mask, before running my gaze over four other enforcers behind them. One of them having a very familiar larger stature reminding me of a friend Vi made in the Enforcers; being pretty much confirmed once I see a large shield on his back, 'Yup, definitely the same guy. Didn't get to know him that well, but he seemed like a nice guy too when he was training the volunteers. Though the team looks one person larger than normal than I remember.'

I holster my gun before putting my helmet back on and approaching the group to talk to Cait.

"Good to see you here. I started thinking you were gonna bail on me."

"We wanted to be sure we wouldn't be spotted, so we took a longer route to get here. Hope you weren't waiting long." Cait explains, having her professional tone back in action.

"Don't worry about it. So who are the other four?" I ask which makes Vi step aside and she start introductions. First gesturing to the big man himself.

'What was his name again?'

"This is Loris, he's usually in the front when clearing a room and stays close with Cait and Robyn in confrontations. He's really good with that shield of his and is good in a melee too," then the to one wearing what looks to be a vest and wielding tonfas, "this is Steb, doesn't talk much but he has good instincts, he's fast and can handle guarding our rear," next is a kinda short girl but I know they aren't that traitor bitch since their hair looks more like a caramel brown and reaches their shoulders, "next is Robyn, she's only recently joined but is a great addition to the team. She handles carrying and deploying gasses and explosives if needed and providing some fire support when she's not deploying them."

"Also isn't a turncoat." I barely manage to catch from the taller woman. She's the 2nd tallest here.

"Finally is Sevika, we usually lead the front together and clear a way for the team when in a sticky situation. Other than that we usually switch between making sure no one get's too close to Cait or overwhelms the group overall," she says before turning to the four behind her, "Guys this is Y/n, better known as Bloodhound." Vi finishes introduction, but I'm too busy staring at Sevika. No longer missing an arm.

'Sevika as an enforcer. Who would've guessed? This timeline really is better for everyone.' I thought as I see Loris step forward towards me.

"Well, I'll be honest I thought you'd be taller, but I'm not complaining. Hopefully this job goes good, huh?" he says as he raises a fist to offer a fist bump which makes me smirk before returning the gesture, "heh, I like them already." he says as he turns back to the others which makes Sevika and Steb shake their heads, but the girl looks stiff as a board for some reason. Probably nervous.

"Let's just get the job started. What do we know?" Sevika asks as the rest of the group gathers closer together.

"I haven't seen anyone going in or out while waiting. Took a quick look in the tunnel, but it goes deeper than I can see. Last time I saw people go in it took a couple hours for them to go in then come out, so the walk might be long. We're gonna need to move quick if we want to find out what's down there before people start showing up. I'd rather not have people hitting us from both sides." I explain to the group, before we start planning how we want to approach this operation.

Once we finally move into the tunnel it's Loris and I up ahead of the group, then Sevika and Vi, then Cait and Robyn, and Steb behind all of us to watch our rear just in case someone shows up.

At first our guard was mostly up, but once it was obvious that nothing would show up for awhile we treaded at a more calm pace. I also noticed a slight incline bringing us deeper underground. We stayed in silence for most of the walk before someone finally decided to break it.

"So, Bloodhound huh? Quite the title." Loris says which makes me roll my eyes.

"I didn't choose it."

"Hey, I'm not judging. Cooler than mine if you ask me. I could only come up with "The Wall" when our little task force starting making a name for itself."

"I wonder why." Vi says sarcastically behind us. I can hear the smirk on her face, which makes me lighten up a little.

"I'm being honest, I didn't choose mine. I only found out about it yesterday. Had no idea I had any sort of rep in Piltover, let alone a title." I say and hear a scoff come from behind me.

"You saying you didn't notice that pretty much everyone left you alone, including the enforcers? Are you just that clueless?" Sevika asks and I shrug my shoulders.

"I thought I was just an outcast. I don't really fit in with today's Zaun if you haven't noticed. I'm a merc remember?"

"I don't think you're that bad." I hear and turn to see the girl, Robyn. I also see shoulders tense when my eyes land on her which makes Loris chuckle.

"She's a big fan!" Loris loudly whispers which makes Robyn groan.

"Loris!"

"She said you inspired her to join the enforcers a few years ago," he says which makes me raise a brow at Robyn who now looks too embarrassed to look me in the eyes now. Only making Loris laugh even more, "Must've been one hell of an inspiration too, because she climbed fast."

"How does a merc inspire someone to be an enforcer?" I question her since the concept of it confuses me.

"W-Well, um..... you saved my family a few years ago. They got into some debt with a gang and no one could really do anything about it. They called themselves the Sewer Rats."

"Oh, right, I remember them. Mostly loan sharks. Honestly they were asking to get taken out eventually with a name like that." I recall the horrible gang emblem and the fact that they all stunk. Their gang was literally in the sewers, which was disgusting.

"Yeah. I remember blaming the world and everyone for my family being stuck in debt because no one wanted to help, even though I didn't really do anything about it either. Then one day you came around and started kicking ass left and right all by yourself. You were pretty scary, but you also brought hope to people and helped a lot; even if you didn't mean to," she says which makes me ponder for the first time on how my actions may have affected people other than my family and friends, "It made me think 'If one person could do that. Then why can't I?' so I joined the Enforcers. I didn't want to feel helpless like before. I wanted to make a difference." she finishes which makes me feel..... honestly I don't know how it makes me feel. To know that I am a inspiration to someone in some way.

"Well, I hope your family is okay now." I say since I couldn't think of anything better to say.

"They're fine now. Moved out of the deep end of the Undercity after you took out that gang. Started making an honest living...... thank you."

"Don't ment-" I immediately go silent and signal for the group to stop as I hear some distant noise up ahead. Sounds like people talking. No yelling.

We all move slowly forward as we make our way forward until we finally reach the end of the tunnel.

"It is one person! You're saying one person is causing trouble with establishing groundwork in the deep end of the Undercity!?" I hear someone yell and it strangely sounds familiar.

We move into what looks to be a large mined out area of the mines with paths along the walls leading down to a lower levels, old railroads leading up and down the path fpr minecarts and old tunnels being connected here and old mining equipment being left to rust.

We move in quietly watching out for some of the people that are hanging around the area, but slacking off from keeping watch. We stick closer together and move past more people until we reach a spot to look down to the bottom level to see more gang members spread around and working, until I finally spot a familiar face which makes me scowl.

'Chross. Even when Piltover is thriving you can't fucking have enough!?' I think before my eye catches something that makes me even more upset. Children. Working in the mines, like last time. Only a few, but still bad.

"This is fucked up." Loris says, hiding nearby behind a minecart with Robyn.

"Chross," I hear Cait seethe crouching next to Steb and Vi, "I knew he was under investigation for suspicious activity, but I didn't think he would have started a gang." I hear her say, but my eyes are still locked onto the kids.

"How the hell did they all get down here?" I ask to no one, but I get an answer anyway.

"We heard of orphans going missing, but couldn't track them down. Some assumed they left to pursue a life somewhere else; it's not uncommon for a kid to go missing then find out they're working on some trading ship or somewhere at the docks a few days later." Robyn answers and I can hear the angered undertone in her voice.

"Listen, we know that bastard is behind it now, so let's prioritize getting those kids somewhere safe. Any ideas?" Sevika asks as she turns to the group.

"Maybe we can..." whoever it was that was talking I don't remember because my eyes widen on another familiar face.

'No. Why are you here!? You aren't supposed to be here!' I thought as I see a familiar kid with a mining helmet on her head.

"Isha." I say as memories of her fly through my head. That precious little girl who became family, who loved so much, cared so much, and sacrificed herself. My eyes begin to water.

"You know one of them?" someone asks, Sevika maybe, but I ignore it when I see Isha starts coughing and looks too exhausted to keep working. One of Chross' henchmen notice.

'Don't.'

"Hey! No one said to stop working kid!" the man yells, but Isha looks to tired to pick up the mining tool. He walks over to her and shoves her to the ground causing the other kids to look at the commotion in fear. My heart starts beating rapidly and my hand clenches my gun, "What did I say!? Back to work!"

I see Isha crawl backwards away from the man as he reaches for a baton on his waist. My grip on my revolver tightens.

"Oh no."

The man takes it off his waist.

"Don't. If you do something everyone here wi-"

The man raises the baton high.

"We will get them out, but yo-"

The world slows down.

I watch him hit her.

I hear her cry.

The sound echoes in my ears.

He just hit Isha.

He goes to hit her again.

I don't let him.

"ISHAAAA!" *BANG*

I see RED.

Vi Pov

'This definitely did not go a planned!' I thought as I knock out another thug and help Steb defend our rear, as we all move to keep up with Y/n. She has completely lost it.

"AAAEEERRRGGGHHH!!!!"

"PLEASE! N- AAAAHHHH!!!!!!" another person dead. Y/n slamming the apex of her shovel into their face. They're left to bleed out as Y/n charges to the next with a gun and shovel.

"I see why they call her Bloodhound!" Loris says before bulldozing over someone and slamming two other people into a wall.

"What's happened to her!?" Cait asks as shoots some more incoming thugs and covers Y/n's back wherever she can. I help Steb deal with the last of the people behind us before turning around and see Sevika chuck someone off the edge to fall all the way to the bottom.

"The guy she shot hit a kid she knows! I tried stopping her, but she lost her mind!" Sevika explains as she takes out any leftover stragglers that Y/n is leaving behind.

"Well on the bright side! We're making good progress!" Robyn says as she stays close to Loris, but I think she's enjoying watching Y/n lead the charge a little too much...... for some reason that kinda upsets me.

"WAITWAITWAIT! I'M SO- AAAHHH! MY SPINE!!!!"

I hate to admit it, but Robyn's not wrong. Her complete rampage is causing a lot to flee and any who stay to try and fight her are met with a beast of rage shooting a gun and swinging a shovel.

"CHROSS!!!"

The man in question looks terrified before quickly yelling out orders to the last of his thugs that have stayed.

"Hurry up and deal with them you idiots!" he yells out to the rest before two men rush to get him out of there through another tunnel. Doesn't matter. We gotta get the kids out of here. Speaking of, by now most of them are huddled together. I move up to take Loris' place in the front to speed up the process; taking out one after another.

We begin to start getting close to the children, but at the corner of my eye I spot someone hiding behind crates and watch as they throw what looks like a bomb towards us.

"You idiot what are you thinking!?" one of thugs yell at the person before running for cover and I yell out to Loris.

"Loris!"

"On it!" he yells before rushing up and deflecting it away with his shield, causing to go flying towards another pile of crates off to the side, and rushes to the kids to shield them, "Get behind me!"

The rest of us take cover and I think we're fine, until I see a little girl was hiding near the crates; staring at the bomb in shock.

"N-"

"ISHA!"

Y/n yells again, but this time in desperation. Before I know it, Y/n rushes over, picks the kid up and tries to run as far away as possible before the bomb sets off.

*BOOM*

The explosion was bigger than expected, probably something in those crates. Dust and smoke now cover the area as I hear rumbling and see some of the old supports of the mine now giving in under the tension.

"Shit! This place is about to collapse, we gotta go!" Sevika yells out and I hear kids crying while Loris tries to calm them. Sevika rushes to them and picks up two of them before looking towards the kids that are older than the rest, "If you can, pick up one of the younger ones and stay close to us. We're getting out of here!"

The older kids are in shock, but quickly listen to instructions and each picking up one of the younger children. Robyn, Cait, and I do the same. Carrying two each. Loris manages to carry three.

"Where's Y/n!?" Robyn asks looking around which makes me begin to panic.

"*cough* *cough* I'm *cough* here!" I hear and I am barely able to see Y/n holding the kid close to her; her gas mask placed on the girls face.

"Are you alr-" Cait goes to ask, but is interrupted by more rumbling.

"I'm fine! Let's go!" Y/n yells and we all quickly rush back to the tunnel we came from much faster since there is no resistance from any of the gang members.

We all quickly rush down the path we came in from. I can hear the mine beginning to collapse behind us as we run for lives, and I can feel the two kids I am carrying hold onto me tighter. Soon we see the end and we all simultaneously increase our pace at the sign of escape.

We all run out and far away from the tunnel before finally stopping after the tunnel collapses.

"That was a close one." Loris says as we all catch a breather and the young children cry from that near death experience. Robyn pulls out a flare and shoots it into the sky to signal for help and I turn to one of the older kids, who is still holding onto a child.

"Was this all of them?" I ask, afraid of the answer I will get, but luckily they nod their head which makes me let out a breath of relief.

"Y/n!" Robyn yells and I look to see Y/n kneeling on the ground and only being held up by that little girl, Isha, if I remember correctly. On her back I see blood stains and the impact of fragments from the bomb embedded through her jacket and an injured leg.

i'M fInE, jUsT a ScRaTcH.

I set down the kids I am holding before rushing to her, Cait does the same. We both take a look at her injuries and by the look Cait gives me we're both thinking the same thing.

"It's bad Vi. She needs help. Now."

3rd Person

"So you boys got an idea on what you're going to present for the Innovator's Competition?" Vander asks as the young adults sit together at the bar.

"I'm still trying to figure it out." Ekko says which make Benzo, sitting off to the side with Silco, laugh.

"Hah! Got that right. You should see him at his desk; looks like his head is gonna blow up." Benzo teases, making Ekko roll his eyes.

"Me and Mylo got an idea for mutated plants. Been working on it for awhile, but it's not working right yet." Claggor says sounding a little disappointed at the progress he and Mylo are making.

"What about you Powder? You jumping in the ring?" Vander asks the blue haired girl who has her mind elsewhere, causing Ekko to slightly nudge her.

"Huh, what?"

"Vander was asking if you're gonna participate in the Innovator's Competition." Ekko explains to her.

"Oh. Um. I don't know yet. Maybe." Powder answers before staring back down at the bar counter. Vander, Silco, and Ekko catching the strange behavior. The brothers give Ekko a look, and Ekko only gives a slight shrug.

"Well. I'm sure whatever you all come up with, will be great." Silco says with a slight raise of his glass to them.

As the conversation shifts, Ekko leans towards Powder.

"Hey, you alright?" he asks with concern in his voice. Powder gives a complicated expression before sighing.

"I don't know. I-I've just had something bugging my mind recently." she says which gets a sympathetic look from Ekko. Hinting that he has been having the same problem.

"Yeah..... this might sound weird, but, does it have to do with Y/n?" he asks, the name once again feeling too familiar even when saying it out loud. Powder gives a smirk and raises a brow at Ekko.

"Oh? You thinking of other girls?"

"No! No, that's not wha-"

"I'm just kidd'in. But yeah it is. How'd you know?" Powder asks, and Ekko breathes a sigh of relief that he didn't mess up.

"It's been the same for me. Hard to think sometimes, even when I'm working with the professor . It's been bothering me. They look familiar. Sound familiar. It-It's like-"

"You should know them? Like, really, know them?"

"Yes! It's been driving me crazy."

"Me too..... maybe we just gotta get our minds off of them? Do something fun? You free today?" Powder asks looking at Ekko with hope.

"Sure. Maybe a date will get our minds off of it." Ekko says as he pockets his notebook and offers a hand to Powder, making her smile.

Powder grabs his hand and sta-

*SLAM*

The whole bar turns to the entrance at the sudden loud noise. Standing at the entrance is a clearly out of breath Caitlyn and Vi, who is holding an unconscious Y/n on her back. Vi makes eye contact with Vander.

"Dad! She needs help!"

All of the close family's eyes gravitate to the unconscious girl on Vi's back. Powder and Ekko both immediately panicking internally at the sight of her. Not because they're scared of her, but for her.

"Bring her to the back! Gert handle the bar!" Vander instructs and both Vi and Caitlyn quickly rush to the backroom. Gert starts to clear out the bar as the close family all follow behind Vi, now being able to see the injuries on Y/n's back, causing Vander to quickly clear a large table, "Set her down here. Gently."

Claggor and Mylo both quickly help Vi unload Y/n from her back and set her down gently. Now all of her wounds clear to see for everyone in the room. Powder squeezes Ekko's hand as she scans over all the wounds and blood. That familiar voice once again going through their head; the same goes for the others in the room.

"Nothin' about that looks good" Benzo says as he looks a the girl in sympathy.

"What happened?" Silco asks as he get's closer to examine the wounds.

"Some guy threw a bomb. Loris hit it away, but it ended up landing near a little girl she knew. She rushed to pick her up and took most of the blow. It-It looked really bad and I didn't know any other doctor nearby to help her so I ran here," Vi explains while it being very clear that she is out of breath, "Can you help her?"

Silco looks at Y/n's unconscious face and that same feeling he has for the rest of the children raised in this bar rises. He doesn't ponder on it before nodding his head and looking to Powder.

"Powder, I need you to head over to my lab. You remember what I taught you about medicine?" he asks and gets a nod, "Then you already know what I will need. Go," He says and Powder nods again before giving one last long look at Y/n's form before rushing off, "Claggor and Mylo go see if you can find the professor around the area and send him here if you do," they nod before rushing off, "Ms. Kiramman go across the bridge and see if you can find Viktor and send him here as fast as possible," Cait quickly rushes off as well, "I'm going to need to cut her clothes off to get a better look at her injuries. Unless you think you can help with her wounds, step out of the room." he says as he pulls out a knife from his coat.

Both Vi and Benzo go to step out, Benzo doing his best to comfort her from her state of stress. Now leaving Vander, Ekko and Silco left.

"Alright. I don't know if I will be able to help, but we just need to make sure she's stable until more help arrives. Understood?" Silco asks both Vander and Ekko and get's nods from both.

"Will....Will she really be alright?" Ekko asks as he moves closer to get a better look at the injuries.

"The longer we talk the worse she gets." Silco says as he begins cutting Y/n's clothes.

"Right. She'll be fine." Ekko says before walking up to help Silco and Vander.

"She'll be fine."

Hope you enjoyed.

[sulfies]

Mermay Fic pt1

Ezio always felt bad about the small number of humble gondoliers he sent into the canale for a swim, he really did. He did try to apologize the first couple of times but honestly, he just did not have the time for it anymore. He usually did just toss them coins if anybody did walk up to him all angry the next day at the square.

And it truly was not that big of a deal, It's just water… 

“Oh did you hear-”

Ezio picked up his freshly repaired boots from the apprentice of the cobbler when trained ears picked up on the two ladies gossiping about the latest in Venice.

“No wait he did not! The assassin?!”

Who? Did what? What did he get up to this time? Ezio nodded at the shop as he slowly walked closer getting into the earshot more to get the full story on his new supposed doings…

“Yes Yes! Elena saw it too! He was docked as he always is around those times, you know that man likes a schedule” The other woman nodded agreeing and Ezio held a sigh.

Stalling aren't we… get to the juicy bits woman. His foot tapped on the stone ground

“and suddenly the brute jumps down on him and throws him into the canale, doesn't even yell sorry or look back, just takes off with the gondola!”

The other woman did an offended gasp as Ezio finally also clocked what they were talking about

“And I normally like the assassin guy too! So I was shocked ofcourse, everyone was-”

He tilted his head remembering yesterday's run-ins, Yes maybe he did throw another one into the Canales torrents as he was on a chase but what was the big deal this time, if he got legs he can swim, it's not like the gondolier was-

“I mean what kind of a sane man throws a paralyzed man into the water and steals his boat!”

Oh…

The gondolier was Paralyzed...

Nothing is True everything is allowed so might as well toss a disabled towner into the water Ezio!

“Well was he all right? Is he injured?” 

Yes was he? Ezio wanted to rush out to the woman and shake her asking if his victim was okay, what was his address and would he accept a sorry in payments.

“Thankfully no, but he refused to let us help him out…” The woman's tone took a curious tune. “It was weird but he was probably embarrassed and didn't want people to see… you know…” The hand gesture around the legs told what she meant and it only drew another stake at Ezios heart so Ezio took it as his cue to leave and look for the man.

Well… He fucked around too much and now has to beg this old dude for forgiveness…. 

He looked at the new boots in his hand… can't even give him these, great fuckup Ezio. Leo will laugh his ass off about this.

—------------------

It took him two days to track the man down, turns out when half the city is traversable via water everyone tries being a gondolier at least once, but this one has made a name for himself, which did not help Ezios conscience because all everyone said was;

“Oh, that man? yes, you can find him around here when the sun is up midday, very sweet and strange that one, always jokes with the others, nice to talk to.”

”Oh you mean him? Such a nice fella always chats to me about my day…”

”Paralyzed Gondolier…. ah you mean the nice one that hangs around here all day?”

So needless to say Ezio was sweating a bit but he was here to make things right!

His purse was heavier than usual today with an apology gift added into it, he walked the middle district scanning over any water he could see as he passed the bridges, he came to an opening of a small courtyard where people were sitting under the tree on benches and some street kids were playing around. It was one of those areas that had access to the water via stairs and docks. It was one of the busier yards since it had few shops around it too.

Ezio realized this was, in fact, the route he took 3 days ago, hopefully finding him will be easy, there can't be that many disabled gondola rowers. His eyes moved over the body of water,  there were 5 gondoliers docked near just hanging about, 2 of them sitting on a dock near their boats. He tried to look for an old weak man but the one he did notice did not show up on his eagle vision at all. 

When the same man also got up to stretch Ezio erased him off of possible victims.

Then he caught a flicker of gold light and his eyes zeroed into a golden bright figure on the left,

He blinked turning the vision on and off a couple of times...

”Ah cazzo, just my luck”

He didn't almost drown an old man who couldn't walk, he almost drowned one of the most handsome gondoliers in Venice.

[sparkles-and-trash]

dabihawks silly, birdy fluff!

"Next week we're moving into the PLF mansion," Dabi said drowsily.

"The PLF mansion," Hawks repeated.

At first, Dabi figured Hawks' little habit was just a way to confirm intel. It was quite annoying, but the intel he got in return was good, so Dabi ignored it for the time being.

But then, as they moved into the PLF house and Hawks started being around more, Dabi realized it definitely wasn't an intel thing, and worse so, it seemed like he only did it with Dabi.

Dabi would say something like;

"Move over Pigeon, big ass wings don't give you the right to take up the entire couch."

And Hawks would chuckle and repeat;

"Big ass wings."

Dabi just rolled his eyes. It was just banter, after all, which was sort of their whole thing.

Until it wasn't.

The night had started out normal enough, just Dabi and Hawks being the last two to sit around the in one of the lounge rooms in the LOV part of the mansion, the casual vibe oddly disarming.

They're watching some stupid reality show on Sceptic's account (that he has no idea they have the password to), and Dabi, as usual, could not keep his mouth shut.

"You cannot tell me you think that guy is there to find someone to marry?!" Dabi exclaimed loudly as he gestured to the TV, and Hawks chuckled.

"Why else would he be there?" the hero asked,

and Dabi rolled his eyes.

"Fame and attention, obviously," he replied.

"Obviously," Hawks repeated and Dabi huffed.

They're quiet for a few moments again, just watching the show, before Hawks speaks up again.

"Why would people want fame and attention, anyways? It kinda really sucks, no?"

Dabi looks over at the hero for a while, trying to decipher if this is genuine or not.

"Thought you love your fans," Dabi says with a side eye, and Hawks shrugs.

"Most of them are nice, but I'd love to just be..." the hero trails off for a second.

"Just be?" Dabi asks, and Hawks nods.

"Just be."

Dabi cleared his throat to buy him some time before he figured out how to pry a little further.

"Maybe when we're all done here, you can," he finally says, and Hawks lights up at that.

"Maybe when we're done!" he repeats, and Dabi looks at him for an extra beat.

"Okay, what gives dude?" he finally asked.

Hawks just looked at him with those stupid, wide eyes.

"What gives?" he asked, and Dabi threw his hands out in frustration.

"Why the fuck do you always repeat something I say back to me?!"

The realization hit Hawks' face so suddenly it almost made Dabi feel bad.

Golden eyes widened, freckled cheeks blushed, and his pretty mouth fell open slightly, before he somewhat got himself together and and rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously.

"You've noticed that,

heh?" the blond awkwardly asked, and Dabi rolled his eyes.

"Kinda hard not to."

Hawks hummed, but didn't elaborate right away.

"It's... it's a bird thing, alright?" the hero finally admitted, and now it was Dabi's turn to be taken by surprise.

"A bird.. thing?" he asked.

Hawks nodded and chuckled awkwardly.

"Mimicking is like, a natural part of my brain?"

Dabi huffed.

"Then why do you only do it with me?" he asked, and Hawks sighed.

"Dude, I don't know, okay? It just happens."

Dabi looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm gonna google it," he finally decided, and Hawks laughed.

"Sure, do that Hot Stuff."

Hawks went back to watching their show, and Dabi googled. It was quiet for a while, before a smirk started growing on Dabi's face.

"Birdie," he said, getting the hero's attention.

"Hm?" the blond said, not looking away from the tv.

"Are you like... courting me?" Dabi asked with a grin, and Hawks whipped his head around to look at him.

"What?!" he squawked, and Dabi laughed.

"Mimicing is a way for birds show their potential mate that they find them interesting and -"

"It does NOT fucking say that!" Hawks gasped as he threw himself towards Dabi to grab his phone, but Dabi was quicker and moved away in time.

"Yes it fucking does!" Dabi laughed, not missing the way Hawks' face was turning very pink again where he was laying half way over Dabi's lap in his failed attempted at grabbing the phone.

"Well I am NOT courting you!" Hawks huffed as he sat up and pouted slightly, face growing redder by the second.

Dabi felt a weird warmth in his chest that he wasn't quite ready to decipher.

"That's a shame then, pretty bird," he said with a slightly softer smirk, and Hawks looked over at him with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity.

"Why?" he asked, still slightly pouting.

Dabi smiled.

"Maybe I'd be a little flattered by a traditional bird courting," he said with a shrug.

Hawks finally looked over at him properly again.

"Are you making fun of me?" he asked with a small smile.

Dabi laughed softly.

"Oh definetly," he said with a grin, and Hawks rolled his eyes.

"But... I also kinda mean it," Dabi added, and Hawks's face lit up slightly again.

"Good to know," he said in a failed attempt to sound chill, and Dabi chuckled as he moved a little close to the hero and brushed his hand up against his wing gently.

"Good to know," Hawks chirped back, and for once Dabi didn't find It annoying at all.

[sturnsbaebackup]

THANKFUL - CHRIS STURNIOLO

summary: you’re bringing chris to your family’s thanksgiving dinner for the first time.

warnings: none! <3

i haven’t written a fic in foreverrrr and this is my first post on this acc, so i’m sorry if this is sloppy 😭

—

“chris have you seen my- you’re shaving?!” you exclaim, well aware that you’ve been begging him to shave for about a week now and he just shrugged it off.

“stop y/n, i need to look good,” he groans, not looking away from himself in your childhood bathroom mirror.

“well i can assure you that there’s no one to impress there besides old ladies,” you joke, winking at him through the mirror, only to receive an eye roll in return.

“you look great chrissy, i promise.”

…

as you two get in the car with your parents, you rest your hand on his knee and start rubbing it gently to let him know he’s gonna be okay, seeing how nervous he is. “i love you,” you whisper in his ear, making his cheeks turn light pink.

chris is well aware of how your family is structured, and knowing that he’s just some youtuber from boston who didn’t go to college makes him really nervous. on the plane ride to your parents house, he couldn’t stop telling you how nervous he was that your family wouldn’t like him, but little did he know you knew they would love him. ever since your mom met him for the first time, she couldn’t stop sharing with everyone about how much she loves him, so of course everyone begged you to bring him to thanksgiving.

“alright we’re here!” your mom exclaims and chris inhales deeply.

“chris i promise you, you’re gonna be okay.”

“i know, i just want to make the best impression i can,” he smiles faintly, taking your hand in his.

“well the only way you can do that is by being yourself,” you smile, squeezing his hand gently.

you two trail up the walkway behind your parents, walking into the house full of laughter and chatter. your moms sister spots you four walking in and gasps, taking everyone in a big hug before stopping at chris.

“you must be the one and only chris! i’ve heard so much about you! i’m susanne,” she smiles, taking chris in a hug as well.

“it’s really nice to meet you!” he smiles, watching as she begins to come over to you.

“oh my! he’s so handsome, you guys will have the cutest kids!” she ‘whispers’ well aware chris can hear her, making you and her both let out a little chuckle. after chris gets past the introductions with everyone, you realize there are a couple of people who he hasn’t met yet. as you walk over to your cousin, you tap her shoulder and ask her, “where’s julie and lily?”

“they’re upstairs, you know where to find them,” she smiles, giving you a head nod. you take chris’ hand and lead him to where your little cousins are, who you always have to babysit when it comes to the holidays.

“hi guys!” you smile, peaking your head around the door frame.

“y/n! hi!” they both exclaim, rushing over to hug you. as they do, that’s when they spot chris. both of their mouths drop, and you can instantly tell they’re shocked.

“who is this?” the youngest one, julie, shyly asks. her cheeks turn a little pink as she does so.

“this is my boyfriend chris! i’ve told you guys about him before,” you smile at chris, gently rubbing over his thumb with yours.

“hi guys, it’s nice to meet you! are these your dolls?” he questions, gesturing to the mess of barbie clothes and dolls on the floor.

“y-yeah they are! do you guys want to play with us?” lily asks.

“aw lils we’d love to but we also want to catch up with all of the adults downstairs. can we maybe play with you after dinner?”

“mhm!” lily smiles quickly going back to her game with julie. you and chris then head back downstairs, and you already notice chris is less nervous than before. after about an hour of just talking with everyone, it’s finally time for dinner. of course you grab a seat next to chris, and make sure that all the young adults are surrounding you guys at the table. your cousins boyfriend, johnny, is sat across from chris, and you already know that they’ll get along great.

“so you’re from boston right? does that make you a celtics fan?” johnny asks.

“i’m not too big on basketball, but i’ve been to plenty of celtics games. where are you from?” chris asks johnny, and you just watch in enjoyment.

“i’m from milwaukee, so of course i’m a bucks fan. but if you’re not into basketball what sports do you like?”

“well i grew up playing hockey, so im a big bruins fan,” chris smiles. the two boys keep talking for the entirety of dinner, and you just can’t let your smile go. watching chris get along with your family makes you so happy.

eventually the night ends, and nearly every old lady had pulled you aside to tell you how cute chris is, and that they love his fun energy. as you and chris get unready from dinner, chris receives a facetime call from matt. he answers it, and you quickly come running into the bathroom to say hi.

chris props his phone against the mirror as matt and nick fill the screen, “hi guys! how was your dinner?” nick asks.

“it was really good! dont you think chris?”

“mhm! y/n’s family is really great,” he smiles down at you, wrapping an arm around you as he does so.

“did you guys have a good dinner too?” he asks, watching as his brothers scavenge through the kitchen for late night snacks.

“yeah, same food as always,” nick chuckles.

“you guys aren’t mad at me for stealing chris this thanksgiving, right?” you ask.

“no not at all! there was actually food leftover for once, since chris wasn’t there to eat it all,” matt laughs, making chris flip him off.

“when do you guys leave for boston?” nick asks.

“our flight leaves at about 7:30 tomorrow, so we probably should be going to bed soon,” you state, seeing that the clock reads 11:25 pm.

“alright well goodnight guys, we’ll pick you up from the airport tomorrow. just text us updates okay?” nick says, and you and chris nod. the phone call ends, and you both climb into bed.

“did you have fun tonight? you and johnny really hit it off,” you smile at him.

“your family is really welcoming, i mean i should’ve known with how welcoming your parents are, but still,” he chuckles.

“i’m really glad you came chris. i’m really thankful for you.”

“i am too.”

[doomtrooper77]

The Responsibility of a Man's Boots

I had been at this off-the-beaten-trail truck stop for 10 hours. My last ride had let me out here since he was heading west, and I needed to head south. He wasn't a bad guy, but he was a bit timid for my liking. He gave me a ride, and I gave him a little something extra for the road. It was nothing like I was looking for, but it got me another 200 miles to my destination.

The day was overcast and starting to get cold. Some cold gray clouds moved in, and the wind picked up. I started thinking that I might not find a ride today when a big all-black 18-wheeler pulled in. It was black on black on black. It was one of those newer Peterbilt models but tricked out. Mat Black paint, with black-on-black flames that seem to shimmer in the light, black wheels, and black smokestacks. The custom trailer was the same.

The truck pulled into one of the parking lanes, the door opened, and the first thing I saw was this big boot step down out of the truck. It was followed by a massive shirtless man. FUCK, this guy was a monster. I watched as he closed the door and headed toward the truck stop store and restaurant. 6'5 built like a fucking Mac Truck! As he got closer I could see the Wrangler jeans fit him like they were painted on, he had no shirt on and was covered in tattoos. Big thick silver chain around his neck and a wide-brim black cowboy hat. The thing my eyes locked on was the big black cowboy boots. He had that power swagger in his walk that only those massive powerlifters had. Fuck, he was getting closer and closer. I need him to be my next ride. Even if it is going in the other direction!

When he approached, I was trying to figure out what to say. My mouth opened, and I said, "Sir." He stopped, and his eyes turned to me—clear grey like ice chips. They bore into mine. I wanted to ask what direction he was headed, to ask if I could hitch a ride. Hell, I wanted to know how big his bicep was. However, my mouth said, "Boot shine, Sir?"

His eyes stared at me for a few seconds, and then he looked me up and down. It was like he reviewed and cataloged me in those seconds. I was expecting him to tell me to fuck off, but instead, he said. "Go wait by my truck," and continued into the store. His tone was that of a man used to his words being followed. I got up on shaky legs; damn it, I was nervous and walked over to his truck. I actually had a nice shoeshine kit in my bag. When you've got a thing for boots and the men in them, you never know when you will need it.

Hilariously, I found myself standing by the side of his truck, back straight like I was in the army. Shaking my head, I tried to relax. This guy was just a ride. I lived on the road and met all kinds of people.

Ten minutes later, he came out of the store with a couple of big bags clasped in just one of his big hands. I watched as he power swaggered back to the truck. He didn't look at me and walked past and opened the door of his truck. My heart fell, thinking he would just get in and drive off. That he had been fucking with me. Suddenly, I was both angry and disappointed. I was about to say something when he closed the door and turned around to look at me. He was less than a couple feet away. My anger drained as his attention focused on me.

He gestured to the stairs leading up to his cab and said, "Sit." I found myself moving around him and sitting at his command. SHIT! There I sat, and he looked down at me. His massive frame blocked out a good chunk of the sky. We were both in shadow, and his eyes were even brighter. "Where's your kit?" he said. I just stared at him, and he repeated himself, his voice more forceful. "Where is your kit."

I can't believe it, but I actually said, "Huh?"

"Your shoe shine kit?" he asked. Blinking, I said, "Oh!" and grabbed my duffle. I found my kit. It was a good size. It was in a nice leather case with compartments. I had leather cleaners, saddle soaps, different kinds of polish, brushes, and polishing rags. I took out the items I needed and set them on the wide cab step next to me.

I then looked to see where he could place his boots for me to polish them. I was looking around when his boot kicked my knees apart, lifted his big booted foot, and planted it right in my crotch. The heel of his boot rested on the steel step, and that size 14 EEE boot pushed down on my cock, stomach, and the pointed tip of that big boot ended somewhere in the middle of my pecs.

I froze and was holding my breath. I wasn't expecting this, it was like some kind of perfect kinky dream. I was just staring at his boot and not moving. I felt him push down on my cock with the heel of the boot and the sole of it pressed down on my stomach and chest. I looked up at him, and he bent down to where the brim of his black cowboy hat was inches from my forehead.

He ran his tongue over his teeth and said, "I take my boots seriously, boy. I put on my boots when I wake up and take them off when I sleep. In that time between, I eat in 'em, work in 'em, fight in 'em, and fuck in 'em. " He said, his eyes hard as ice. He turned his head slightly and spit. He then turned back and, grinding his boots left and right, he continued, "These are one of my favorite pairs. They feel good and look good." They did look good. Black Snakeskin. The pattern was tight and even. "I've been on the road for 3 weeks now, and they do look like they could use a good shine. You were very observant to notice that and kind to offer to shine them for me." he paused for me. "But when you offer to shine a man's boot, you are responsible for doing a good job. I take that kind of responsibility very seriously. Do you understand what I am telling you, boy?"

His face was stern and grave. I nodded and said, "Yes, sir." Those eyes bore into mine for seconds and he finally nodded and said, "Then get to it, boy."

He stood back up, pulled a cigar case from his back pocket, took out a nice, big cigar, and lit it. I picked up my cleaning brush and started. I wasn't nervous about the job I was about to do. I knew how to service and respect a man's boots—this man's boots. He stood there with his massive arms crossed over his chest and watched me, not saying a word. Even as a couple of other truckers passed by and saw what was happening, they looked at me, then at him, and moved on.. This was not a man's whose business you fucked with. I was pretty sure one of the truckers looked at me with envy.

When I was finished with the first boot, and he took it off my crotch, my cock was so hard that the outline of it pushed my jeans up, and there was a wet spot from me leaking. It couldn't be missed. He didn't miss a beat; he lifted his other boot and roughly placed the heel on my hard cock, and rested his boot up my torso. A groan escaped my throat, and my body shivered. He heard it and saw me tremble in pleasure. He ground his boots left and right on my cock, and I could feel the precum leaking freely, and the wet spot grew. I repeated every step on his second boot. When I was done, they shined. Not that artificial shine, but one where the leather was nourished and treated as it should be.

I looked up at him and said, "Sir?"

He removed his boot from my crotch and set it back on the ground. The light reflected off the supple, polished leather. He looked down at his boot, turning them left and right. He turned and looked at me, cigar sticking in the corner of his mouth, a slow, thick stream of smoke wafted slow and thick from his lips.

"Pack your kit up, boy, and get in the cab," he said, moving toward the truck. I packed my kit and was in the truck. We were driving down the road before I knew it. He hadn't asked where I was going; he didn't care because he decided I was going with him. I didn't ask where we were going because I was going with him.

I smiled now, even as I sat on the floor of his leather closet, polishing my fourth set of his boots for the day. That was four years ago. I can still feel the sole of his boot on my crotch to my chest just thinking about it, and it never fails to make my jeans wet.

[moonshynecybin]

short fic! once again maïna got me.... her original post here, this one's like 800 words about marc hitching a ride from vale back to the pits... nebulously established relationship they are being very sweet !

“Are you trying to kill me?” Is what Vale says when Marc trots up to where he’s spectating on the side of the track, camped out like a king in some shady place where the crowds can’t get to him. He’s on his feet, hands on his hips and a frown on his face beneath his hat and sunglasses, staring Marc down as he approaches. He’s worried—he usually is, when Marc’s on the bike— but the crash wasn’t terrible, just a slide into the gravel. He shouldn’t be too mad.

Marc brushes some dust off of the ass of his leathers. The marshals are bustling around them, righting his bike and wheeling it past him and Vale. There’s no sense of urgency though, it’s too late in the session— that’s FP1 done for Marc, now he just needs to get back to the pits. Luckily, he knows a guy.

He flicks a gloved finger at Vale’s cheek, and Vale catches it, brings it to his mouth to kiss his hand, sweet and playful, a moment of connection just for them, letting Marc know he’s not actually mad. Marc can’t help but grin under his helmet.

“I’m okay.” He reassures, keeping his voice low, tilting his head a little. “I saw how lonely you were out here and just wanted to say hi.” He’s joking, but if he had to pick a place to crash, next to Vale isn’t the worst place in the world.

“Not funny,” Vale lets go of his hand to wave a finger in his face, eyebrows jumping, and Marc laughs, big and loud.

“No, it isn’t. I wanted P1.” It’s a bad joke— most of his are— but Vale smiles at him anyway, eyes crinkling behind his sunglasses.

“P2 for you, I think, if you’re done trying to kill yourself.” Vale gestures at the scooter behind him. “You need a lift?

“You offering?”

“I mean you can walk, but that would be less fun for both of us, I think.” Vale says, swinging a leg over the scooter and rummaging for the keys.

“The Valentino Rossi taxi service.” Marc says, climbing onto the back as Vale buckles on his helmet. He leans forward until the enamel of their helmets makes contact, an affectionate bump. He decides to settle his hands on the familiar, narrow space of Vale’s hips, glove catching on the fabric of his shirt.

“For you? I charge double.”

“I can afford it, my husband’s rich.” Marc says, and is rewarded with a bark of a laugh from Valentino and an affectionate slap to his thigh as the ignition catches and they start to move.

Vale pulls away from the track and starts to maneuver towards the pits, scooter rumbling along. Marc closes his eyes, enjoying the ride and the solid weight of Vale in front of him, the way he can lean on him a little, torsos pressed tight. It’s not often he can loosen his control during a race weekend, and it’s nice to not have to focus for a few minutes— to let Vale unwind Marc in that way only he knows how. They don’t get too much alone time on days like these, and Marc lets himself get warm— basking between the sun on his back and the stretch of Valentino in front of him.

It’s over too soon.

“Thanks for the ride,” He says, when Vale slows to a stop in front of Honda’s pit area. He pulls of his helmet.

“Yeah— you be safe, eh?” Vale says, catching Marc’s elbow when he clambers off the scooter. Vale lifts a hand to thumb at Marc’s cheek, and Marc has to lean down to kiss him, soft and sweet, lingering. It’s not the best time for it —he has to get back to his box, there are probably thousands of cameras pointed at them right now, and he has about eight different ideas for the bike setup to iron out with Santi— but right now he doesn’t care. He kisses Vale again, hand on the column of his neck.

“I love you,” He says when he pulls back— he really does have things to do. He grabs his helmet and starts to move away. Vale smacks him on the ass as he goes.

“If you crash again, I will not drive you back next time!” Vale calls as Marc winds his way towards the Honda garage.

“Yes, you will!” Marc calls back, not even turning around. He’s grinning as he ducks around the corner.

And it’s true. It’s something he knows for certain— knowledge that’s sewed itself into his bones— as factual and immutable as the sky being blue, as the sun rising in the morning. If he falls, Vale will be there to catch him.

It’s as simple as that.

[spicypepperflakesss]

Sick Day

When the apprentice falls ill, Muriel finds himself worrying about her.

Muriel x MC || TW?: None || Finished: 2022-09-02

I caught a cold this week and I wondered what it would be like if Muriel took care of sick MC. Hope you like it!

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'...Once, there was a prince who mourned over his beloved. His bride fell to the curse of a bitter witch who envied her beauty. Cursed to be beautiful until death, his beloved fell into a bewitched slumber to last for a hundred years. It is said the prince became so distraught that he sacrificed a part of himself to see her once again.

His humanity-'

"Good lord!"

I groan. The only thing distracting me from pain is this book. The gloved hand pressed against my forehead is a sharp chill against my burning skin. I'm annoyed, but the cold feels nice.

Julian tuts as he checks his doctor's bag. "A hundred degrees! Thirty-eight in Celsius. And you say you've been feeling this way for a few days?"

I feel guilty as Julian flicks off his gloves with a dramatic air. He must have been swamped today to be in his full doctor's garb.

He didn't need to be here. But at the slightest mention of me being ill, Julian dropped all his morning appointments and hurried to the shop. I'm not sure why. But it was a lovely gesture.

Or so I thought.

Imagine our surprise when he showed up head to toe in black leather and a ghostly plague mask. Suddenly it's as if the ultimate bearer of bad news is monitoring my last days rather than a friend simply checking my slightly higher-than-average temperature today.

"Is it bad?"

Another face hovers next to Julian. The one with the stubbled jaw and furrowed brows is my Muriel. The shadow deepening his brow makes him look more worried than he actually is. His large, scowling presence is a natural fright. But not to me. His being here by my side is a constant anchor keeping me grounded. I know I can rely on him. Despite his dislike for the dramatic doctor, he was the one who told Julian about my fever.

"Quite. I had a feeling she had been feeling under the weather since yesterday. But really, you two should have told me days ago." Julian says, "Though no need to worry, big guy. With plenty of bed rest, she'll be fine once the cold virus leaves her system. Which should be about a week or so."

I whimper. A week? Will the shop survive without me for a week? And the bills?

Julian hovers over me, and Muriel instinctively follows. Their dark silhouettes peer down at me, like two eager medical students examining their newest specimen under a blinding light. They become human again once they remove their gear. Julian's eyes are sad and sympathetic. He gently pats my arm as he brightens up with a warm smile.

"Sorry. That means no working, alright? Doctor's orders. And look, this time it's me!"

Muriel rolls his eyes. The doctor is left to laugh at his own joke as he moves to pack up his medical equipment. Muriel leans in to whisper into my ear.

"Don't worry, I already told Asra. He said that he'll manage the shop while you recover."

A gentle kiss graces my forehead, and I deflate with a relieved sigh. I'm so glad he's here.

"Right, I'm off. Still have that one appointment to get to." Julian's gaggle of red hair disappears into the staircase. "I'll tell our dear friend to bring you some fresh ginger this afternoon. Tell him I said hi!"

Muriel accompanies him. "But you and Asra see each other everyday." And they live together.

"I know!"

With one last laugh, the front door of the shop slams shut. Though his peppy energy was a welcome one, all is quiet and peaceful once again.

The bed creaks as Muriel slowly settles down next to me. Even when I'm sick, he runs warmer than my burning fever. It's almost too much, but the weight of him next to me and the steady beat of his heart bring a familiar comfort. The earthy herbs he works with daily linger in his clothes and it quiets the ache in my head.

"This sucks." I wheeze with a hoarse throat and stuffy nose, like a dying animal. Ugh. "Sorry." Muriel's deep chuckle is a soothing thrum, "I guess the raw salmon in the city isn't as fresh as it is in the forest." "I wouldn't know if that's true." I whisper to avoid wheezing. "Yeah. Anyway, how are you feeling?"

He wraps my shoulder with his arm, bringing me into his loving warmth. His hands have rough callouses built over years of hard labor, yet his touch is gentle as he rubs slow circles on my skin. I may be dying over this biting fever. But it'll take me losing an arm or shattering my femur before I fall into despair while my Muriel is here.

I open my mouth to tell him as much, but all comes out is a pained whimper. 

Muriel snorts a quiet laugh. "Mm, that checks out."

Sorry, Muriel... "And that's okay." A sudden chill returns to the bed as Muriel gets up, "Here. Let's try this."

He grabs hold of my person. I'm no different than a raggedy girl doll in his powerful grip. Compared to his massive frame, I may as well look like one too. But Muriel is careful as he rearranges my body between the mountain of furs, blankets, and books. 

Until he wraps me into the blanket like how one wraps a burrito. 

"I know what this looks like." he hides the tiny smile on his face, "But it's supposed to make you feel better... somehow. Asra said something about warmth and hugs."

The burrito blanket is adorable on fussy babies and feisty kittens. But I look like a brown cocoon with a human face. 

But he's right. The blanket acts as a warm hug on every part of my body. The sudden chill is gone. And I am strangely soothed. Is this how those babies and kittens feel?

"From the look on your face, I'm going to assume it's working."

I nod. "But I look silly," I say, whispering to save my voice. 

Honestly, who cares though? The only person whose opinion I care about the most is Muriel. And he can deal with it. We're already dating. Plus, it was his idea. 

He chuckles. "Yeah."

"Also Inanna said she'll come by later. Someone you know is coming by to say hi."

I tilt my head at him. Who could that be? 

I get that I'm sick. And Muriel is naturally caring and generous. But today feels different. As if him asking Julian to help me was strange enough.

"Okay. I know that look. And I know what you're thinking..." 

Muriel climbs back into the bed with me, his weight against the mattress oddly brings me at ease.  

I'm not complaining in the slightest. I remember when I had to do this all by myself. It wasn't hard. But it was lonely. Asra had no idea, and I hope he never does. It is strange to go from having no one care to a lot of people caring. But now Muriel is here too, with enough love and warmth that I'm no longer afraid to fall asleep on my own. 

I look forward to his sudden weight next to me on our mattress. For his arm to hug my waist as he occasionally comments about his day out in the forest. And when he smiles, as he rarely does, I'm filled with sweetness.

Just like how we are now. I smile back at him. 

"...You're going to think I'm being silly. So..."

I shake my head with the few energy I have left.

"...Alright. Last night, I had this dream." he whispers as if sharing a secret, "At first I thought it was you, then Khamgalai, but it was actually my mom. I guess. She had my eyes and my nose. Anyway, she was also sick like how you are now. Since I was a kid at that time, I guess I thought offering her favorite things would make her feel better. And it did. The next day, she got better.  And she seemed...happy."

Muriel smiles to himself, lost in thought. "I don't think it was a dream. I think it was actually a memory. It felt... real. And that was the first time I've ever really seen her like that, much less that happy."

"...So yeah. That's all."

He shrugs it off as if it was a trivial thing.

But it's not. I look up at him and he shyly avoids my gaze. Or he is staring off into space. Either way, he doesn't hide the sorrow in his eyes. It must mean a lot to him to see his mother so clearly that night.

"That's wonderful." I whisper in turn.

I rest my head on his chest. The quiet symphony of his heartbeat and slow breathing play in my ear.

"And she's right. I do feel better already-"

But a cough escapes me. My throat aches with a sharp pain with each cough. Muriel gently pats my back as he chuckles. 

"Mm, I guess a little is better than nothing."

We stay like that for the whole day. The day bleeds into a few more days. And those days bleed into a week. Aside from a few visits from our friends, everyday was pretty much like this. 

The night before my fever left me was the coldest night of the year. It was freezing and I couldn't sleep. So I got up and placed socks on our feet. Muriel isn't fond of socks but the poor man was tired and freezing. The following morning, I woke up to his arm around my waist and his stubble tickling my face. He had taken off his socks, as they lie on the floor. But there was a tiny smile on his face. He somehow managed to stay warm all the same.

And the warmth was a relief from the biting cold. As I leaned into his side, I realized that I wouldn't have it any other way. 

[tulip-room]

Crush Next Door - s. kiyoomi

syn. your childhood friend that you lose contact with moves next door

Ch. 9 || The Troublesome Quartet

warnings. None <3

words. 1.2k

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"Don't make me regret this," Sakusa sighs as Bokuto, Atsumu, Hinata, and Komori sit down at his dining room table. When Komori said he would find help Sakusa had a feeling it would be those three. He really just needed this to go perfectly.

"You can trust us!" Hinata beams at him while the others nod their heads.

"Yeah, we've got it under control! You can relax, Omi!" Atsumu chimes in. He pinches the bridge of his nose. Sakusa appreciated that they were willing to help him even if he hadn't said it out loud.

"Okay, I need someone to stay with me and help me set up."

"I can do that!" Atsumu is the first to raise his hand, Komori is just a second too late.

"Fine, Miya. You're going to help me set up. I need you three," he gestures to the other boys. "To take Y/N to lunch and keep her busy." He crosses his arms, the anxiety starting to get to him now that everything was coming together.

"We can do that," Komori gives him a reassuring smile and a thumbs up. The boys start to stand up from the table. "Just send me a text when we're good to come back."

"Fine." Sakusa stands from the table and looks at the time. "I don't think it'll take too long, two hours at most." He puts his phone back in his pocket. They nod and head out the door towards your home. It was a Saturday afternoon and you closed the bakery up earlier on those days so he wasn't worried about it interfering with your job. He takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself down.

"Wow Omi, I don't think I've ever seen you this nervous." Atsumu comments with genuine worry for his friend. He places a hand on his shoulder and it helps Sakusa just a little bit. "Don't spiral, I'm sure she'll love it. You have a lot of people helping you make sure everything goes well. Just focus on setting things up." That helps more. He can focus on setting up instead of what he's going to do when you get there.

Meanwhile

The boys had gotten to your house and Komori knocked on the door. Your surprised smile when you see him makes everyone happy. You immediately pull him in for a hug. "Komori! I haven't seen you in forever! Why didn't you stop by sooner , you silly goose?" You ask as you look him over.

"Been busy, it's good to see you again. I have some friends here with me and was wondering if you wanted to go to lunch with us since we were in the neighborhood." You nod your head.

"Yeah, just let me grab my bag real quick."

"No need, I'll pay." You roll your eyes but leave without your bag anyway. You walk to a small cafe that was near the neighborhood you lived in. "So," Komori starts after the four of you sit down. "How've you been?"

"Good," you smile and finally look around at the others. "Don't be rude. Introduce me, although I think I know you," you point towards the ginger. "Hinata, right? You're friends with Kiyoko and Yachi!"

"Yeah! I'm surprised you remembered me!" Hinata gives you a kind smile.

"You look different of course, it's a good different though." You smile back.

"Well this fella is Bokuto," he points to the other man at the table who immediately perks up and gives you a smile.

"Nice to meet you! Omi talks about you a lot!"

"Speaking of," Komori starts. " Please tell me about the rings. He told me I needed to ask you." You let out a quiet laugh.

"He's still keeping that a secret?" You ask gently and lean your hand on your hand. "It's not that big of a secret really, if he hasn't told you then I'm not going to." You hum with a smile at Komori's groan.

"You guys are killing me." Komori puts his head on the table with a frown.

"Why do you like him?" Hinata chimes in. It definitely takes you for a bit of a shock that he asked so brazenly but you think for a moment.

"Because he makes me feel like I'm finally home." There's coos around the table at your comment.

"When did you realize you loved him?"

"I didn't realize for a long time," you say with a laugh. Komori has to stop himself from blurting out that it can't have taken you longer than Sakusa himself. "I can't pinpoint an exact moment. It was more a sequence of moments. Falling in love is scary but I don't know...it never felt scary with him. It felt like even if I fell that he would be there to catch me. That's so sappy, sorry." You look away embarrassed.

"No, please. We want to hear it." Komori encourages.

"I think my soul loved him long before my heart did. I've loved him since we were kids, although I don't know if I even understood what love really meant back then. There's plenty of moments I could say I realized but that wouldn't really be truthful." You play with the string of your necklace. "I've loved Kiyoomi for as long as I can remember. I think it's something that's part of me by now, I don't think there will ever be a time in my life I won't love him in some way or another."

You stop when you hear sniffles from around the table. "Oh you saps," you tease the boys as they wipe tears from their eyes.

"You really care about him." Komori is the first to speak.

"Of course, that's what you do when you give your heart to someone. He's my person. My home." You say the last part looking at the ring on your necklace. Suddenly it clicks in Komori's head what the rings are referencing.

"No, he didn't." He smiles and looks between you and the ring. "You got those before you moved because..." he trails off.

"I got them so we could always find our way home." You smile fondly as you look at the worn and slightly tattered. "It looks like it worked."

Everything had finally been set up at Sakusa's house. There was a blanket fort in the middle of his living room complete with fairy lights, he's not sure where they came from. He thinks they're from the Christmas decorations box. Atsumu had returned home to grab some of his own things, a record player among them and he surprised both of them when he owned a Frank Valli record. The slightly worn record player now sat on his coffee table, the needle pushed off to the side so it didn't play.

The lights in the room had been turned down and while Atsumu had been setting that up Sakusa had been curating the perfect bouquet to give to you. Carefully cutting and pruning the flowers. Finding the perfect wrapping paper, making sure all the meanings lined up with what he was trying to tell you.

He's not sure how the shopkeeper had managed to pick the perfect flower for his feelings all those years ago but the star of the bouquet was a singular pink camellia. Among it were white carnations, red chrysanthemums, white clovers, daisies, heliotrope, and red tulips. It was the most thought he had ever put into a bouquet before.

Atsumu gave him one final pep talk before he left the house. Sakusa had just finished putting the finishing touches on the bouquet when the doorbell rang. You were there.

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Dear Jack (Series)

Chapter Four: Dojo Day Afternoon

Summary: The group is introduced to Arthur, who shows interest in Y/N. When Y/N tells him no, he starts causing chaos around the dojo. Jack retaliates.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings:Canon-typical violence

 Masterlist ~ Chapter Three ~ Chapter Five

After their argument Y/N was avoiding Jack as best she could. Only seeing him at the dojo. 

When they walked in that following Monday, there was a pile of concrete rubble in front of the others. 

“I’m going to get a smoothie.” Eddie grumbled, “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, Eddie.” Y/N greeted

There was a muffled flushing and then plunging noise coming from Rudy’s office. 

“No, don’t you die on me! It’s not your time!” Rudy’s muffled voice insisted

“What’s going on in there?” Milton asked

“Rudy’s fighting with his toilet again.”Y/N sighed, walking up a rapping on the door, “Rudy stop plunging Myrtle!”

He stumbled out of his office in full plumber gear, “Poor Myrtle, I almost lost her. Twice I had to plunge her back to life!”

“How do you know if a toilet’s a boy or a girl?” Jerry asked

Rudy gestured, “Well, you take the top off the tank and reach your arm in and feel around-”

“Stop!” Milton insisted, “I think I’d rather hear about this in an awkward conversation with my father!”

“Rudy, focus!” Kim snapped, “The new owner of the mall is gonna be here any minute!”

Eddie ran in, “Hey! You guys gotta check this out! These brochures are all over the place! This new owner is making some big changes!”

Y/N took the pamphlet from him and glanced over it. 

Kim looked, “Hey! They finally took the baby changing area out of the food court! And if you ask me, that was a big step in the right direction!”

“No way!” Eddie exclaimed, “They’re bringing in a Captain Corndog!”

“Oh snap! That’s a classy joint!” Jerry said, “Yeah, my sister got married in a Captain Corndog! The captain walked her down the plank himself!”

“Look at that huge new parking lot!” Milton pointed out

Y/N took the pamphlet back, “Where’s the dojo?” 

Eddie looked over her shoulder, “There’s a parking lot where our dojo should be!”

Y/N sat down on a bench and kept looking over the pamphlet. There was no other area for the dojo. It wasn’t just being moved, it was being destroyed. After a while, Kim sat down next to her.

“What are we going to do?” Y/N asked

Kim shrugged, “Rudy will figure something out.”

Rudy had headed into the locker room to change to meet the new owners. And he came out soon after, looking way more presentable. Not five minutes later, the new owner strolled in with a boy who seemed to be the rest of the group's age. 

Rudy stepped forward extending his hand, “Mr.Turner! Welcome to my dojo!”

Mr.Turner smiled, “Nice to meet you, Rudy! This is my son, Arthur!”

“Hello, sir!” The boy said, eagerly shaking Rudy’s hand, “What a wonderful dojo you have here! Let me ask you: How do you do it? A sensei, a businessman, and obviously a male model!”

Rudy got flustered, “Uh, yeah... I don’t know-totally, it’s-well- Look at me!”

“Arthur, go make some friends while Rudy and I talk!” Mr.Turner told his son

Arthur smiled, “Yes, daddy! You and Rudy go have a good talk, alright? I’ll just be out here with the gang!” 

Mr.Turner and Rudy went into Rudy’s office. As soon as the door shut, Arthur’s entire demeanor shifted. Jack was the first to greet him.

“Hey, I’m Jack. How ya doing?”

“So!” Arthur interjected, “What do you losers do all day around this dump?Sit around and pretend to know karate?” 

He punctuated his sentence by flailing his arms around. 

Jerry puffed his chest, “Pretend to know karate? Check this out,”

Jerry readied himself, and Y/N finally stepped forward to join the group. Jerry stepped back.

“Go ahead, show him Jack!” 

Jack rolled his eyes, but turned to a practice dummy. The group started cheering him on. He did a roundhouse kick and knocked the head off the dummy. Arthur rolled his eyes, he glanced at Y/N and smirked.

“That was nothing!” Arthur insisted, “You guys want to see some real karate moves?”

He took the bow staff from Milton. 

“Watch this!” He proclaimed

He swung it around wildly while shrieking. Y/N looked away out of embarrassment. He broke one of the trophies.

“Uh oh.” He panicked, before throwing the bow staff back to Milton

Rudy and Mr.Turner emerged from the office.

“What was that?” Rudy demanded

“I can’t believe it, sir! That kid just busted up all your trophies!” Arthur lied

“Milton you are in big trouble!” Rudy scolded

Jack stepped forward, “What? It wasn’t Milton, it was Arthur!”

“Oh,” Rudy softened, “Well, accidents happen. And thank you for showing us what a dangerous place that is to keep trophies! Now, everyone give our newest member Arthur a big Bobby Wasabi welcome!”

Mr.Turner started clapping and so did Jerry. Y/N slowly joined in to not seem rude. Meanwhile the rest were just standing there, in shock.

The next day, Kim was whaling on a practice dummy as Eddie held it. He groaned as he let go of it.

“Kim, take it easy!” Eddie whined

Kim sighed, “Sorry, I’m just tired of being looked at as just another pretty face.” 

Jerry nodded, “Welcome to my world, sister!”

“I mean, what’s the point of being a reporter for the school TV station if Margaret Bork just thinks I’m some airhead southern belle who can’t do real news?” Kim vented

Arthur came in laughing, dragging Jack along with him. Y/N glanced their way as they hit a training dummy again. 

“OH, you guys should have seen what we just did!” Arthur cackled, “It was a riot! It was like taking candy from a baby!”

Jack rolled his eyes, “That’s what you actually did, Arthur. You took candy from a baby.”

Y/N laughed, Jack glared at her. 

“Hey, uh, can I get in on that?” Jerry asked before taking a piece of licorice, “Thanks, nothing tastes better than something stolen from a baby!”

Jack stormed off into Rudy’s office, and the others went back to what they were doing. Y/N approached Arthur.

“Hey,” She greeted

He seemed surprised, “Oh, uh, hey.”

She nodded at the licorice, “Can I steal a piece?”

He nodded and handed her one. Y/N bit a piece off and chuckled as she chewed. 

“What’s so funny?” Arthur asked

Y/N shook their head, “I just think it’s funny that you got Jack to just stand there while you nabbed this.”

“It’s not like he was gonna do anything,” Arthur replied

“So true.” Y/N chuckled, “Hey, do you wanna go get something to eat?”

He seemed even more surprised at that but nodded. Y/N smiled and grabbed their things. 

Jerry quirked a brow, “Where are you going?”

“Arthur and I are going to get something to eat.” Y/N replied as they headed for the door where Arthur was waiting

After the two had left Jack came out of Rudy’s office. When he didn’t see Arthur or Y/N he immediately approached Kim.

“Where did Y/N go?” Jack demanded

Kim looked at him, “She went to get something to eat with Arthur.”

His face got slightly red, “She can’t do that!” Kim turned on him, “Why can’t she!” “None of us likes him!” Jack tried to defend, “She can’t just take hiim out on a date or whatever!”

“So, you’re jealous?” 

“No, I am not jealous!”

“You so are.”

“I so am not!”

Kim chuckled, “Whatever, Jack.”

Meanwhile, Y/N and Arthur were sitting at a table in Falafel Phil’s laughing. Y/N took the wrapper off their straw half-way and blew through to shoot the other half at Arthur. 

“So, let me get this right?” Arthur chuckled, “You and the pasty kid sumo wrestled a professional sumo wrestler because you felt guilty?”

“Oh yeah,” Y/N affirmed, “I had a bruised back for like a week. Milton had to help me down stairs.” Arthur perked up, “Oh! I got you guys a gift, do you want to see?”

Y/N nodded and Arthur pulled out his phone, showing them the new pristine practice dummy he had ordered and was meant to get to the dojo the next day.

“That’s really nice Arthur!” Y/N complimented

They checked their watch, “I have to go, but we have to do this again sometime! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Y/N left with a wide smile on their face. On their way out they ran into Jerry, who was also heading home.

“Hey,” Jerry greeted

“Hey,” Y/N replied

“How was your date?”

Y/N smacked his shoulder, “It wasn’t a date! And it was good. Arthur isn’t too bad.”

The two parted ways, to go home. The next day, when Y/N entered the dojo Arthur was sitting there with the new dummy. The rest of the group exited the locker room. And Arthur stood, shooting Y/N a smile.

“What’s this?” Jack asked

“It’s a gift!” Arthur answered, “I know I’ve been a little bit of a jerk.”

“A little bit of a jerk?” Jack asked, “That’s like saying Jerry’s a little bit confused.”

“What?” Jerry asked, “Wait, what did I miss? I’m confused.”

“He’s trying to be nice, Jack.” Y/N snapped

Arthur smiled at her, “Look, to show that I’m not all bad, I got you guys this brand new state of the art punching dummy!”

“You know what, Arthur?” Jack said, “Maybe I had you wrong. If Y/N trusts you, I guess I do too.”

“Now that’s more like it!” Jerry cheered, “I think I should be the one to break this bad boy in!”

Jerry punched it in the face and the stomach opened letting out a spring punch. Y/N went to his side instantly.

“Oh my god, Jerry are you okay?” Y/N asked

Jack and Kim helped Jerry off the floor as Y/N rounded on Arthur.

“What the hell,Arthur?” Y/N shouted, “I gave you the benefit of the doubt! I thought you were alright! And now you do this!”

She punctuated every sentence with a poke to his chest.

Jack stepped forward, “Alright, that’s it-”

Kim stopped him, “No, Jack, you promised Rudy... but I didn’t.”

Eddie stopped Kim, “No, Kim, I want him all to myself.”

Milton stopped Eddie, “No, Eddie,this one’s all me.”

Milton turned on Arthur, then back to the rest of the group.

“Wait, why can’t Jack do this?” Milton pleaded

Y/N glared at Arthur, “It’s fine guys,let’s just start practice.”

Jack looked at her, and her eyes pleaded with him. Until he nodded in agreement. Arthur pushed Y/N out of the way.

“Woah, woah, woah, Jack!” Arthur prodded, “ I got this! Since Rudy’s not around and I outrank everyone, I’ll lead the class!”

“Are you nuts?” Eddie demanded, “You don’t outrank Jack!”

“Really? See, I don’t know if you noticed...” Arthur taunted, “But, I’m a green belt!” 

“Yeah,” Kim snapped, “Because your daddy bought it for you.”

Arthur stepped forward, “Jack, you don’t know anything about karate. You’re nothing but a scrawny little skate rat.”

“Arthur, would you just shut up?” Y/N demanded

Jack glowered at Arthur, “And you’re nothing but a spoiled little poser.”

The group chuckled at that. 

“Poser, huh?” Arthur snapped, “That’s it.”

Arthur ran at Jack.

“Jack don’t!” Y/N insisted

But, Jack hadn’t heard her and had already thrown him into the wall. 

“You’re gonna be sorry you did that!” Arthur shouted

Not a moment later Rudy and Mr.Turner entered the dojo.

“What’s going on?” Mr.Turner demanded

“It’s a good thing you’re here, dad!” Arthur cried, “I was just saying my prayers and eating my vitamins when Jack threw me into this wall!”

Mr.Turner turned to Rudy, “We had a deal, Rudy! You said this was a warm, safe environment where Arthur could learn karate and make friends!”

“Jack!” Rudy stumbled, “Did you throw Arthur into our wall of friendship?”

The group hesitantly nodded and agreed with what he said. Rudy ran to the wall and helped Arthur out of it. 

“They don’t do that to just anyone!” Rudy insisted, “They must really like you! Don’t you, Jack?”

Y/N stepped forward, “It wasn’t Jack’s fault. Arthur came at him first.”

Jack looked at Y/N with thanks in his eyes.

“He came at Jack, Jack came at him, it’s a big coming atcha party!” Rudy continued, “Alright, back to practice you lovable, scamps!”

“Rudy,” Mr.Turner snapped, “This is unacceptable, I want Jack and Y/N thrown out of your dojo!”

Y/N turned on her heel to look at the two. Glancing quickly at Jack, who was also frozen in shock.

“What?” They all asked

Arthur smirked, “Buh-bye, Jack and Y/N”

Rudy stood his ground, “I’m sorry, Mr.Turner, but that’s not gonna happen.”

“Alright then,” Mr.Turner stepped forward, “You have two hours to get out. You’re standing on the site of my new parking lot. Come on, son.”

Arthur was ushered out of the dojo by Mr.Turner. Tears brimmed Y/N’s eyes, one way or another she was losing this dojo. Rudy argued with his toilet for a second. 

Jack and Y/N decided to kick themselves out. Rudy stopped Jack.

“Put your stuff back, you’re not leaving.” Rudy insisted

Jack sighed, “If we don’t go, you guys lose the dojo.”

“We lose it either way.” Y/N said, “We’re not going to take it away from you guys.”

Rudy placed his hands on one of each of their shoulders.

“No, you;re not going.Sometimes in life, a man has to decide what’s really important,” Rudy said, two men started to carry his toilet away, “Oh hey! Not the toilet, take the kids instead!”

“Rudy!” Milton protested

“I’m sorry, but you’ve never sat on her.”

Jerry stepped up, “We’re not gonna take this, man! We gotta fight the power, yo!”

Jack dropped his duffle, “Jerry’s right! We’ve got to fight back! Like that guy on Meyer Avenue!”

“He chained himself to that old tree so that it wouldn’t be cut down!” Y/N continued

Kim nodded, “He stood his ground and saved that tree!”

“Until it fell over in a storm, destroyed my Aunt Verna’s house and she had to move into my room!” Milton complained, “I’ve seen things no boy my age should see.”

“You know what, you guys are onto something!” Rudy agreed, “What Turner’s doing is wrong, and we gotta fight back!” “What are you saying, Rudy?”Jerry asked

“I’m saying they can’t tear down the dojo if I’m chained to that post!” Rudy clarified, “And I will fight the good fight for as long as it takes! So chain me up!”

The group all cheered encouragement for him. 

“Get these things off of me! I can’t take it! I’m going crazy!” Rudy shrieked after he’d been chained up

“Rudy! It’s only been three minutes!” Jack replied

Kim stormed out of the side room, “Yeah, well if it’s such a great story then why not report it yourself?! That was Margaret, apparently Taco Tuesday is becoming Fajita Friday.”

“Yes!” Milton praised, “You slip the lunch lady $10 and a cat calendar and you can move mountains, baby!”

Eddie sighed, “All this talk about food is making me hungry, I’m gonna go over to Honeybuns to hook us up!”

“No!” Jerry protested, “You can’t go out there, man! That’s just what they want! You go out that door, it’s like we’ve given up!”

“Well, eventually we’re gonna need something to eat!” Kim reasoned

Eddie looked up, “You know, our air vent connects with the nail salon. Those ladies are always snacking on something.”

“Yeah!” Jack stood, “He’s right!”

Jerry nodded, “Yeah, but who’s skinny enough to fit through that vent?”

All their eyes went to Milton. 

“Oh.” Milton said, before the realization hit him, “Ohhhhh!”

Milton stripped his over shirt, leaving him in a  wife beater tank top. He threw the over shirt and hit Y/N in the face with it.

“Agh! Milton!” Y/N complained

Jack and Jerry hoisted Milton up to the vent. And there was a humming noise. Y/N glanced around.

“I think the exhaust vent just turned on!” Y/N announced

“What makes you say that?” Jerry asked

Then Milton was sucked up into the vent, Jack chuckled.

“Oh nothing in particular.” Y/N continued

They all sat together, waiting for anything to happen. About half an hour later, Turner showed up. Jack was the first on his feet.

“Look, Turner just showed up with some people!” Jack pointed out

The man had a megaphone and made an announcement.

“Attention dojo squatters, you have five minutes to get out.” Turner hollered, “We are bringing in a wrecking ball.”

“You don’t scare us, Turner!” Rudy shouted, before lowering his voice, “That whole bringing in a wrecking ball routine is the oldest trick in the book!”

Y/N kept their eyes outside, “That is a very real wrecking ball.”

“What?” Rudy demanded, “Unchain me, you fools!”

“Dude, we can’t!” Jerry said, “You gave the keys to Milton!”

Rudy panicked, “What? No! It can’t end like this! I never sat in a hot tub full of pudding! No wait, yes I did... no that was custard.”

Jerry peeked outside, “Nothing brings in a crowd like a wrecking ball! They’re totally on our side. You can feel the love!”

A muffled chant of “Knock it down!” began. Jerry glared outside before sticking his head out.

“Why don’t you guys shut your pie holes!” He shouted

Y/N slumped on the ground across from Rudy. Kim stood up straight as she got an idea.

“I just realized I’m in the middle of a huge story!” Kim announced, “Five kids from our school fight a great injustice!”

Jack glanced outside, “Well you better get out there, because it looks like your friend Margaret just showed up.”

“Oh no she didn’t,” Kim stormed out, “Not today, Margaret! Not today!”

Turner pulled out his megaphone again, “In two minutes we’re turning this place into a parking lot!”

Jerry looked at the four who were left, “I’m going out there.”

Then he stepped outside.

“Alright, now I got some demands, people,” He started, “Now, we’re gonna need a big bag of cheeseburgers, some fries, some juice boxes, and throw in some of those glow in the dark straws! They make drinking fun, yo!”

A guy in the crowd shouted, “Your demands stink!”

“Bro I wasn’t finished!” Jerry whined, “And I’m also gonna need a couple of helicopters flown by supermodels!” 

“Now those are some demands!” The same guy shouted

Jerry got the crowd to cheer Wasabi.

Y/N looked out the window, and saw Arthur climbing into the wrecking ball control center.

“Guys!” Y/N shouted, “Look!”

The wrecking ball started swinging around. 

“I got this,” Jack insisted before running outside

Y/N was quick to follow but stayed in front of the door. They blocked it with their body, if anything was happening to this dojo they were going with it. The ball swung toward them, and they leaned back.

“Y/N get out of the way!” Jack shouted

Pushing the door in slightly as the wrecking ball lightly tapped them and the dojo. As soon as it stopped, Y/N went inside.

“That was horrifying.” Y/N gasped out as Jerry pulled them into a tight hug

“You’re insane.” Jerry replied

Turner was the next person in the door.

“Is everyone okay in here?” He asked

Rudy sighed, “Look, Turner, you win. Alright, just go ahead and take your dojo back! Put up your parking lot! But, you know what? We’re proud! And we will hold our heads high!”

Rudy lifted his arms and the chains fell from around him.

“Really?” Rudy whined, “Hands over the head, that’s all it took.”

Jack ran inside pushing Arthur in ahead of him. 

“I think this belongs to you.” Jack said

Once they were both in he ran to Y/N. Doing a once over to make sure she was okay before pulling her into a bone crushing hug.

Turner rounded on his son, “Arthur, how could you do something like this? You endangered Y/N’s life! I’ve given you everything!” “Maybe that’s the problem.” Rudy said

“What do you mean?” Turner asked

“Well, this dojo might not be much,” Rudy continued, “But it’s built on the principle’s of discipline and respect. A couple of things Arthur obviously doesn’t have.”

“Blah, blah, blah,” Arthur groaned, “Look, can we just knock down the little dump now, dad?”

“No,” Turner snapped, “He’s right. I’m sorry, Rudy. Your dojo can stay.”

“Yes!” They all cheered

Jack picked Y/N up in a hug and spun them.

“Arthur, get in the car!” Turner snapped, “You’re grounded!”

Arthur quirked an eyebrow, “Grounded? What does that even mean?”

Jack smirked as he set Y/N down, “I think you’re about to find out.”

“Buh-bye, Arthur!” Y/N mocked

Turner pushed Arthur out of the dojo, leaving only the gang inside. 

“Jack, what you did was incredible!” Rudy complimented

Jack shook his head, “ It wasn’t just me! We all did it!... Wait a minute, has anyone seen Milton?”

Once everything was said and done the dojo was empty. Rudy was in his office and everyone else had gone home. Y/N sat on the bench, rubbing the spot on her sternum where the wrecking ball had tapped. A few moments passed before she felt a weight next to her. 

Jack glanced at her, “You shouldn’t have put yourself in harm’s way like that.”

“You jumped on top of the wrecking ball,” Y/N replied with a chuckle, “I am far from the one who was in the most danger.”

There was a moment of silence and Y/N looked at the ground.

“About what happened after the thing with Truman-” Jack started

Y/N stood, “Can we just forget that it happened? I’d rather things just go back to normal.”

Jack sunk in on himself a bit, “Yeah. Of course, yeah, it never happened.”

“Awesome. I’ll see you tomorrow, Jack.” Y/N said before leaving

Jack watched after her before mumbling under his breath, “I have a crush on you too.”

[willymontana]

[REVIEW FOR DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE, SPOILER ALERT FOR THE CAMEOS BUT NOT THE PLOT]

Okay, I wanna start this out by saying that I am NEITHER a professional movie critic NOR a huge movie geek NOR a comic book geek. I'm just someone with some thoughts about a movie I enjoyed recently and wish to share. My opinion doesn't reflect the general consensus and y'all can agree or disagree all you want, just be nice about it, please🥲

I've anticipated this movie for a long time as a casual Deadpool fan. When Disney acquired the rights to the character, I, like many, was worried that Mr. Bob was gonna try to family-friendly-ify Deadpool. There was also the fact that the quality of many Marvel projects since Endgame has gone downhill, which made me stop keeping up with them for a while. But Ryan Reynolds is passionate about Deadpool, he said it himself (I believe), and I quite enjoyed the first 2 movies despite not having seen them in a while. So I, with a couple of friends, walked into the cinema last Monday with a pretty high expectation. And oh boy did I come out feeling so goddamn high.

First of all, the CHARACTERS. The man of the hour, Deadpool, still has all of his charms. The jokes, narration, fourth-wall breaking, violence, dirty-ass innuendos, etc. are all very much still present. His growth from the previous movies carried on in this showing. Of course, he's still your good ol' merc with a mouth but now rather than acting out for selfish reasons, he always puts his found family and friends first, even if it means stop being Deadpool or losing them and never seeing them again (this growth might have been present already in Deadpool 2 but hey, like I've said, it's been a while). Another thing I'm utmost joyful about his characteristic this time around is that Deadpool is finally fruitier🤭. For those who don't know, Deadpool is canonically pansexual (don't believe me, look up the Deadpool/spiderman 2016 comic run, the girlies in dying of a new otp; you'll thank me later). And seeing such a big part of his character unapologetically being represented on a big screen is truly fulfilling. Ryan really pulled off one heck of a performance here and it really shows his passion and dedication for the character.

Next up is Wolverine. I've got to be honest with y'all: I wasn't a big Wolverine or X-men fan, not for any particular reason besides many fans and critics alike weren't too fond of the live-action movies. So I've passed out on the X-men franchise, even the highly-regarded Logan from 2017. This movie is actually my first introduction to Hugh Jackman as Wolverine and I must say, he REALLY did the damn thing. The gestures, his accent, the aggressiveness, they told me exactly who this character is. And I really was just blown away by Hugh's performance. I've only seen him through The Greatest Showman and some interviews, he seems like a pretty nice guy. So, to see him pull off the whole aggressive act and do it so well and flawlessly, I was speechless. I also love the redemption arc the writers gave to 'The Worst Wolverine'; it might not have been as epic as Logan from what I've heard, but it was solid.

The plot, what is there to say about it except EVERYTHING. Ryan Reynolds really gets the audience and also pop culture in general. I understand and hollered at most of the jokes and references. The soundtrack is absolutely FIRE. We have the mesmerizing BYE BYE BYE by NSYNC dance sequence at the beginning, the suit-up scene with GLAMOROUS by Fergie in the background, a road-trip montage with I'M WITH YOU by Avril Lavigne playing on the radio. Heck, there's also a lovey-dovey-stabby-bloody scene featuring YOU'RE THE ONE THAT I WANT from Grease for all the goldies out there. As a US-UK pop music enthusiast, I was like a kid in a candy store. And also, how can I forget about the EPIC battle near the end that used LIKE A PRAYER by Madonna?😩 All I have to say is 'fantastic, glorious, EXTRAORDINARY'. Ryan went through one hell of a journey just to get the license to the song and he sure did make the most out of it. I'm not kidding when I say that that montage is probably one of the best I've ever seen (I might be a little biased 'cause I love that song but the scene, overall, is truly incredible). And while we're on the topic of action and montages here, everything was beautifully filmed. The fighting sequences were such a treat to watch, nothing ever felt too busy to the point of not being able to focus on anything. Also, Ryan and the Mouse did not spare any expenses when it came to cameos. My gosh, like I've mentioned above, I was in the dark when it came to everything mutants-related, but even I was able to recognize a few familiar faces that fans online would go crazy over. And in addition, when Blake Lively came out as Ladypool, I literally lost my shit. She looked so good, her body was SNATCHED, like HELLO MOTHER???💅 But all these amazing cameos and jokes brought out what I considered the downside to the movie. I felt that the plot was outshined by them. To be clear, the plot was not bad but it wasn't that spectacular either. And when the credit started rolling, it was the thing I remembered the least.

Overall, I really enjoyed this movie. I had a great time at the cinema and laughed out loud with friends. Sure, there might be a few flaws, but the product, in general, is truly outstanding and worth checking out. I, your casual movie enjoyer, rate this movie 9/10❤️

[darthgloris]

Our Padawan II

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!Jedi!reader

A/N: inspired by the last fic (and by my undying love of The Lion King), here comes the heartbreaking sequel! This actually started out as a scenario that I replay in my head when I'm bored and now I'm finally writing it down! Enjoy

Warnings: angst, family dynamic, platonic!Ahsoka x reader, heartbreak, sadness, death

Summary: The trio's next mission is on Anakin's home planet, Tatooine. In a moment of free time, Ahsoka is practicing her lightsaber skills on her own, while Y/N and Anakin spend some alone time together. The Padawan's training routine is interrupted by a Sith plot, and when her Masters run to rescue her again, something goes terribly wrong.

Song: Stampede - Hans Zimmer

Our Padawan // Our Padawan III

☆☆☆

"The mission is finally over," Y/N spoke, stretching her arms as she looked out at the sandy Tatooine landscape. "I'm way too tired to go back right now."

"Well, how about we take a break here?" Anakin suggested. "We could leave in a few hours."

"That sounds great," she grinned at her boyfriend, knowing exactly what he planned on doing. "Ahsoka, are you tired?"

"Nope." She quipped. Her energetic nature never seemed to falter.

Anakin chuckled, expecting the answer. "Then go practice. Maybe one day you'll actually beat me with a lightsaber."

"Show-off." Y/N muttered fondly, rolling her eyes with a small smile.

"All right." Ahsoka beamed, walking away.

"Don't wander too far away, Padawan." She called as the young girl turned around to leave.

"Okay. I'll see you guys later." She said and began to walk away.

"Hold on there, Snips. Aren't you forgetting something?" Anakin asked with a soft smile.

"Oh, yeah!" She exclaimed and ran back to hug him. He smiled down at her as she clutched onto his robes, chuckling softly.

Then she rushed over to Y/N, who was already sitting on a picnic towel. Ahsoka, who was now taller than her Master, rested her cheek on her head during the embrace.

"You run along now and go train." She smiled as the girl grabbed her lightsabers and walked away.

Anakin walked over to the towel and plopped down next to her. With a small grunt, he pulled Y/N onto his lap and laughed when she squeaked in surprise. She adjusted her position before pressing a few open-mouthed kisses to his lips. She looked into his big, blue eyes and smiled softly, her mind wandering as she lovingly traced his scar with her delicate fingertips.

"Hey," he said softly, diverting her attention back to his eyes. His sincere, sweet eyes. "She's going to be fine."

"I know. I just... can't seem to get it out of my head. I had never been so scared in my entire life." She replied sincerely.

"I get that. But she promised us she'd be careful. And I promised you a nice trip, so..." he said, pulling his hands off her waist to gesture at himself. "Here's the highlight of the day."

She laughed at his antics before giving him another kiss, this time sinking into him as they both slowly fell on the floor.

...

Ahsoka turned off her lightsabers with a huff, resting them on the ground before sitting down. She wiped the beads of sweat off her forehead and sighed, resting under a tree's shade.

The Padawan frowned when she heard a rumbling coming from the distance.

The ground began to shake and a few pebbles moved, as she looked up to the cliffs, and a gigantic herd of Banthas descended into the gorge at a speed she thought impossible.

She gasped, her body nearly frozen by fear.

Before they could trample her, she stumbled onto her feet and ran away as fast as her legs could carry her, and whimpered in fear whenever they seemed to be close enough to step on her.

She almost tripped over her feet as the sand filled her airways, delaying her fight-or-flight response.

...

Y/N laid in Anakin's arms, her head on his bare chest as she heard the commotion. She sat up and gazed at the gorge in confusion. Anakin soon followed and, with a small huff, tried to see what was going on.

"What's happening down there?" Rex wondered out loud, approaching the couple.

"I have no idea." Anakin said.

R2-D2 beeped repeatedly. There's a stampede in the gorge. Ahsoka's down there.

The Jedi Masters immediately looked at each other in horror.

"Ahsoka!"

...

The girl's heavy breath mixed with whines of worry and small sobs of fear.

Once in a while she looked back to see how close they were, and every time it looked like they were closer and closer to trampling her dead.

She caught sight of a dying tree and immediately leapt on it, clutching onto the thickest branch as if her life depended on it.

Because it did.

...

Y/N never remembered running this fast, ever. Her heart thrummed with adrenaline as Anakin dropped his robes to the ground while he ran.

Rex rushed ahead and took as much care as possible to run through the cliffs without falling, looking out that gorge for the Padawan.

"Rex, help me!"

His ears perked up as he saw the young girl struggling to hold onto the tree, her grip faltering by the second. She tried to wrap her legs around the branch but failed almost every time, only succeeding in slipping off further. "Your Masters are on the way! Hold on!"

"Hurry!" She cried.

The Jedi ran over to a ridge and fearfully inspected the area. Rex came back and pointed to a spot further away, while they craned their necks to try to find her. "There, on that tree!"

Y/N gasped as she saw her Padawan on the verge of falling off. "Hold on, Ahsoka!"

The scream she got in reply was enough. She jumped off the ridge and onto a smaller one. Anakin grasped her arm and gave her a pleading look. She got on her tiptoes and kissed his lips quickly, letting out a small "I love you" before jumping in between the Banthas.

Anakin gasped and leaned over the ridge as much as he could, supervising his girlfriend's moves. "Rex, go back to the ship! Comm Obi-Wan and report the situation!"

"Yes, General Skywalker!"

He looked back to the scene as Y/N ran past the tree, where Ahsoka was hanging desperately, using every bit of strength she had left to not let go. She then turned on her heels and, between the rumbling and the sandy clouds rapidly forming, went back in the direction of a tree.

She tripped on a small rock and dropped to the ground with a groan, then shook her head and looked up as a Bantha broke the tree, sending the girl into the air with a scream. She gasped and jumped to catch her in her arms, holding onto her tightly as she tried to beeline back to safety. She bumped into another Bantha and fell to the ground, dropping Ahsoka.

The Padawan opened her eyes and whimpered as she tried to avoid the running animals, moving and flinching whenever one ran past her. She looked back and caught sight of Y/N and felt something grab her as she closed her eyes, wishing it could all go away.

The Jedi Master avoided the Banthas and with a few hops, grabbed onto the ridge with one arm and set Ahsoka down next to Anakin with the other. She began to sigh with relief, when suddenly she was pulled back into the stampede.

"Y/N!"

"Master!"

Their fearful eyes combed through the herd, looking for their companion amidst the chaos. As after a few second passed and nothing happened, Anakin began to tremble at the thought of having lost her, while Ahsoka's eyes desperately scoured the zone.

A flash of off-white robes sprung out from the clouds of sand and grasped onto the rocky cliffs, now too tired to use the Force, and used whatever small ledge possible to climb up. Anakin felt himself relax almost entirely as he held his Padawan protectively in his arms, relieved that it was almost over.

"Come on, Snips, let's go help her up." He said and hopped on the bigger rocks, Ahsoka following suit.

With a tired grunt, Y/N clutched onto whatever rock she could, now grasping onto the edge of the precipice; her feet began to slip as she looked for any room to lean on and climb up. As a shadow approached, she looked up in relief, hoping to see Anakin.

"Dooku?" She panted, outraged. "This was- mphh - you..."

The Sith didn't answer, just stepped on her fingers, making her groan in pain. "Chancellor Palpatine sends his regards." He kicked her hands off the edge.

She screamed out as she fell through thin air.

"NO!"