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nightyslibrary · 10 months

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(A Short Fic About) A Normal Day With Your Double Mutated Brother

☆ Fandom: rottmnt (au by @heckitall )

☆ Warnings: Nothing!! Just fluff and the boys being silly :]

☆ Word Count: 1432

☆ AO3 Link: N/A

☆ Characters: Leo, Donnie, Mikey

Uhh so I might have written something inspired by Heckl's comics and drawings :] go check his comics/artwork out!! Hope you like it (and happy birthday!!) (Also if there is any mistake... well, lets say its because it is 1 am)

When it came to playing video games the twins would always end up getting too invested in it, which either would turn up to them fixating on the game for hours or fighting over who could beat it in “the right way”. Even when the games were two player ones, they’d still do the same thing.

Not so surprisingly, this didn’t change even when Donnie became twice his size. Instead now the boys were sitting in Leo’s room, Leo laying his back on Donnie and playing the new the Legend of Zelda game on their switch. Donnie was watching the screen with joy, his tail wagging, and at times chirping to Leo.

“See? I can do the puzzles quite well.” Leo said without looking away from the screen. “I had told you.”

Donnie chirped as a response, as if making fun of Leo.

Leo turned to him, “Just because I got stuck it doesn’t mean I am not good with them. Now let’s go back to the depths, since somebody thinks I can’t handle it.”

The double mutated turtle smirked, making turtle sounds, before noticing something on the screen and pointing.

“Wha- oh shi--!” He yelped as he moved with Donnie’s arms holding him, making various sounds in the meantime. As Leo turned back his attention to the game, bleeping as he continued playing it with Donnie commenting at times once again. Just like before Donnie’s situation, as if nothing had changed. Everybody in the lair would agree this was nice.

Neither of them was sure how long had passed when Mikey entered with a smile on his face. “Are you two still playing Tears of the Kingdom?” He asked as he approached them.

“Yep.” Leo replied.

“It’s been five hours.” Mikey said.

“Uh-huh.”

“Which means nobody would say anything if I interrupted you for very important reasons.” He grinned.

“Wrong.” Leo responded.

“Don’t think Raphie or dad would agree.” Mikey said, knowing very well that he was right and the two would hear about how they shouldn’t sit down and play video games, forgetting to take care of themselves such as eating. Not to mention how Raph would take this to his advantage and get the switch for himself, not letting Leo play for the rest of the day.

The slider sighed and starred at his younger brother, knowing very well that Mikey had won. He saved his game and put the switch aside. Meanwhile, Donnie huffed from behind. “Soooo tell us about whatever that is very important?” Leo asked as he got up.

“I was thinking about how long the lair has been the same, and about how nice it would be to redecorate it.” Mikey explained.

“You’re the artist Mike, not us.” Leo pointed out.

“Weeeellll, I wasn’t only thinking about art. Remember the Christmas lights?”

Leo squinted at Mikey. “You want to decorate the lair with Christmas lights.”

“Yes!”

“In August.”

“Yeah!”

“…”

“You’ll ignore Halloween?!” Leo gasped, a bit dramatically.

“We can have Halloween later on!” Mikey retorted. “I just want to have some bright lights around, and maybe a few other new stuffs. A colorful lair wouldn’t hurt anyone, instead it would bring joy! Also, it is for art and creativity!”

“So, you mean you want to,” Leo snickered, and his brothers knew what was coming. “Lighten up the mood.”

Mikey groaned, while Donnie growled, both hating the pun. Leo giggled at his own joke, proud of it.

“Ignoring Leo’s terrible pun for my sanity, all I am saying is it would be nice if you could help.” The youngest said.

“Eh, sure.” Leo shrugged, not that he could say no. Donnie got on his feet too, careful to not accidentally knock anything down. He was still getting used to his new size.

With Mikey’s lead they walked out, heading to where Mikey already had the boxes filled with Christmas lights. “We can start from here, and then move to the living room. Leo, can you get the lower parts done?”

“Call it done already.” The slider winked as he walked towards a box.

Mikey joined him, grabbing lights from a different box, “Donnie can you help me? I need to reach the higher parts.”

Donnie chirped as he leaned for Mikey to climb on his shoulders, just like how he did with Raph. He carefully climbed and then patted Donnie’s shoulder to confirm he was ready. Donnie churred happily, he stood up again.

So, they began redecorating the lair with the lights, leaving some walls empty so Mikey could draw on them. In the meantime, they chatted, talking about various things and unimportant stuff. Filling the silence with happy chatter. Mikey would talk about his next art projects, then mention something that inspirited him, Leo would ask about it, and the conversation would go on.

It was just like every single time they spent time together, yet it was everything Donnie could ask for. The chatter of his brothers, Mikey’s unexpected ideas, Leo’s dumdum jokes… It was comforting for him.

So, comforting that---

CHURRR

Leo and Mikey stopped talking, looking at Donnie with surprise and glee. Donnie confusedly looked Leo and then at Mikey. As silence was the only answer, Donnie realized what he just had done. His brothers’ exclamation confirmed his fear:

“OH MY GOSH!!!” Mikey grinned as he jumped down to see Donnie better. “DID YOU DO THAT?!”

“DID YOU JUST CHURR?!” Leo wheezed.

Donnie chirped a lot, trying his best in his situation. It didn’t help that Leo kept laughing, and Mikey kept saying he sounded like a happy cat. Maybe if Donnie was his not double mutated self, he would’ve acted cooler and kept calm. But he was not and all he could do chirping. Which frustrated him even more, resulting him running out of the room.

Leo and Mikey were quick to follow him.

Donnie had lay under a pile of clothes, most of them being his hoodies and some of Raph’s sweaters that Raph had helped him wear (and later Donnie hadn’t let Raph get them back) in his room. His tail was visible, wagging angrily.

The two brothers approached carefully, not to startle him. Mikey looked at Leo, unsure what to do or say. He was feeling a bit bad for Donnie, but he still couldn’t help thinking that he behaved like a cat. Leo wasn’t feeling much different. He knew that he shouldn’t have laughed that much, while Donnie was still upset with his double this whole situation.

Leo was first to speak, “Uh hey Dee, mind if we join you?”

A growl.

“Aww come on, we got something to show you.” He said cheerfully, Mikey looked at him confusedly. The slider winked at him, meaning he had a plan.

Donnie didn’t leave the pile, but got his head out of it, enough to be able to see them. Leo grinned, and then chirped. Donnie’s eyes widened, surprised, and confused.

“I thought you had stopped doing it and were unable to anymore.” Mikey squinted at Leo.

“Well, maybe Donnie’s chirping has helped me figure it out, couldn’t it be?” He spoke.

Before Mikey could say anything and tell his disbelief, Donnie chirped.

Leo turned his attention back to him, “I have absolutely no idea what I am saying though, but- chirp!”

“Are you sure about not knowing what you’re saying?” Mikey questioned.

“Chiirp.” Leo smirked.

This seemed to lift Donnie’s mood a bit though. His tail was wagging in the happy way, and he began chirping again. Mikey joined too, since he never had hidden the fact that he still could chirp. Soon the room was filled with chirping of every sort, and the snickering of Mikey and Leo among them at times when one of them made a funny sounding one.

As the boys' conversation changed with the passing time, Leo turned to Mikey. "About the Christmas lights... you're definitely up to something." He said. "Could it be a prank against Raph?"

"Please, I would never." Mikey responded, obviously guilty. He didn't need to say it to confirm Leo's guess when he happily stimmed the way he'd do when he was excited for something.

"Get ready for a surprised Raph yelp, Dee." Leo looked at the clock on his phone. Then looked at Donnie. "He'd wake up any moment now."

Donnie chirped in response, letting Leo pet his back. Something that kept Donnie relaxed, they'd discovered.

Then they heard the surprised yelp, as Leo had guessed:

"ITS CHRISTMAS?!"

Leo and Donnie turned to Mikey, who was giggling. "Brumation prank," He grinned. "Never gets old."

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daughterofthereaper02 · 2 years

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hi!

Could I request a youngest female reader of top gun, like she is really young, like 22-23, that everyone is protective of her and she suffers from diabetes and one day in practice she faints because she didn’t take care of herself with that and everybody is so worried, if you can put dad Mav in the combo (maybe not her real father but sort like a adopted one, but like not really 🙈)

Thank you queen! 💜

A/n: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE CONTINUING ONTO THIS STORY!

This is purely FICTION due to this, there may be some inaccuracies within the story. A big thank you to the anon for responding with further information. Another huge thank you to @blackcat2907 who sent me so much information to properly display having diabetes. One thing, you will be denied from joining the military in real life if you have any type of diabetes. You can get medical waivers when trying to enlist but a good portion of the time they are denied, others they will let you into boot camp and deny your waivers then. With this information, please do not comment 'this isn't possible', I know it and so do you so let's save our time. Like I said, FICTION. There will also be inaccuracies about the military and top gun school itself.

I apologize if I portrayed anything wrong and I hope you enjoy this!

Call sign: C/S

It wasn't fun to be the youngest on the team. When you were called for the "Miracle Mission" as you jokingly called it, you were fresh out of Top Gun. You were being placed with the best who all had a couple of years on you and they made sure to tell you that immediately. You were being pushed into a corner for being 'too young' even on the first day. That was until basic fighter maneuvers and you were the only one to get a pin on Maverick. Your father had no intentions of going easy on you and he proved that, but you still won. After that, you were held with more respect but also everyone protected you, to the point of being overprotective.

What you didn’t share with most people was that you had diabetes, you took care of yourself to make sure there was no issue and you also always had your father there to look over you as well. You didn’t feel the need to hide it, you happily shared information with anyone but your friends were so protective that it made you avoid the subject to not get hounded constantly. Rooster had understood and your honorary big brother kept his mouth shut and an eye on you.

Everything was fine until today however, you had a surprise visit from an admiral that day, all of you on the miracle mission were forced to workout and show your flying skills off to him, he had wanted to see what the best of the best were made of. Due to this, you were going to be working out too much which was going to cause your sugar to drop too fast. It was fine at first, you were up in the skies doing basic fighter maneuvers against your father, you had drank juice before to help your blood sugar levels rise and knew you would probably have to afterwards as well.

“Okay, C/S, Rooster, Hangman, you three are going to try to get a pin on me, okay? Phoenix, keep back and take over when one of them is out” Maverick said. “Cocky there are you Mav?” you asked your father as you moved your mask on, grining at the fact he has never changed. “You know it C/S” he laughed, “Let’s turn and burn!” he called out. You felt your heart racing like it always did when you were in the skies, you automatically fainted left because you knew your father was going to try to shake you all up, you were just barely far enough away as he flew upwards. You shot off after him, all of you communicating back and forth but Hangman got targeted as he tried to leave you two high and dry. “Always trying to be the best but falling a little short Bagman!” Phoenix called with a laugh and all you heard was a “Yeah yeah, shut it birdie!” back from him. Phoenix took over and the three of you worked well as a team and it wasn’t long until Rooster got a missile lock on Maverick. A new voice came over for you all “Alright, C/S. Rooster, Phoenix, Bob, I want you four down on the ground doing the workouts with Hangman while I evaluate the rest.” The admirals voice came over, you rolled your eyes ‘Iceman was so much nicer’ you thought to yourself while saying “Yes sir!” with the rest. Just like your father, you had a hard time taking these admirals serious as they had a stick so far up their asses, you were surprised they couldn’t taste it. You let that slip around Ice once, forgetting he wasn’t just your Uncle Ice at the moment and made him give you a stern look but eventually made him laugh as you shot him the innocent look you learned from your father.

You landed flawlessly but before you could go get a drink to bring up your sugar levels, you were being forced to work out “Sorry Mitchell, he wants you to start immediately” Hondo apologized to you. You prayed that the extra you drank before would be enough. No one bothered to let you five know that as you went through the workout circuit, the admiral left and you could stop. You panted as you continued with your pushups, you pushed off the shaky feeling as your muscles being tired, the sun was beating down on you all as you sweated in your flight suits. Every sign of low blood sugar was being written off in your head as you kept going.

When everyone was landed, you went to stand up and grew dizzy. “Y/N? Are you okay? You look pale” Hangman said as he approached you, he had just finished his workout. You nodded weakly but you were still out of breath, you started shaking your head as black dots danced in your vision. “Get... dad” you managed to gasp out as you felt your body getting weak and you passed out. Hangman caught you before you could hit the ground and lightly patted your cheek “Y/N? Come on kid, open those eyes!” He said in a panic before looking around for help. Rooster ran over as Jake called his name, “Go get medics!” Bradley yelled at Bob, without hesitation he took off running in the direction of the medical staff. Bradley began searching your flight suit as Maverick ran over and started to help him, they both exchanged worried looks and moved you onto your side just in case. “What are you looking for?” Phoenix asked. “Glucagon” Maverick said stiffly, his focus completely on you. “What?” Hangman asked, looking at Rooster and Maverick in confusion. “Glucagon. It is a needle with a little bottle, it has saline tablets and glucose in it. When a diabetic passes out you administer it to them. Damnit! She must have left it in her locker!” Maverick hissed.

Just moments later a medical staff ran onto the pavement and already had the glucagon ready, inserting the needle into your outer thigh as it was the most easily accessible at the moment. They got you onto a stretcher and brought you inside, ignoring the fact that everyone was following after like a bunch of lost puppies.

Everyone was forced into the waiting room and all eyes turned to Pete and Bradley who were pacing, it was understandable, you were Maverick’s little girl and Rooster’s baby sister in all but blood. “So, while we wait does anyone want to explain to us what just happened?” Hangman asked, a frown on his tan face. Maverick sighed as Rooster finally forced them both to sit, “Y/n had diabetes, her blood sugar levels dropped too low. When her blood sugar goes below 70 she’ll get dizzy, weak, tired, and shaky. Due to her working out, which will cause her levels to drop faster, she didn’t realize how bad it was until she probably stood up, right? By then it was too late and she passed out. She probably thought she brought her levels up high enough before” Pete murmured, worry all over his face. Jake ran a hand through his hair and nodded, “Okay... will she be okay?” He asked worriedly. Rooster answered this time, “Yeah, they got it to her in time so it wouldn’t drop any lower. Depending on how low it gets it can cause the person to pass out or too low and they can die. She should be awake any minute now. It takes around fifteen minutes for them to wake up” he explained. Phoenix looked determined “Tell us more, we need to know so we can watch out for her” she said, her face serious.

Maverick leaned back in the seat, “How about we tell you later? Right now I need to make sure she is okay” he said as he watched a nurse approach. “Captain Mitchell, you and others are free to see her, she is awake” they told him “Room 345″ they finished. Everyone took down the hallway in the calmest way they could currently. You grinned at the as they came into the room “Hey” you said, accepting the hugs from everyone. “You jerk! You scared me!” Phoenix pouted, causing you to blush. “Sorry, I didn’t realize it got that bad” you apologized. “We’re not mad but upset you didn’t tell us” Bob said softly, “Again I’m sorry but really, you guys are super protective already. I don’t need to be told every second how to take care of myself because I’ve done this for as long as I can remember. Today was an accident because of that visit” you sighed, squeezing your dads hand as he held yours. “It’s okay kid” Pete told you, placing a hand on your cheek “I really am sorry Dad” you told him, “I know, just listen to the doctors, yeah?” He said and you nodded. You were being kept for evaluation for a bit, giving you plenty of time to explain levels, high and low blood sugar symptoms, and what to do in that situation.

You had very worried older siblings after that who watched you constantly but also gave you plenty of space to not suffocate you. Your dad never told you that it put him at ease to know you were being watched by others also.

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blowflyfag · 7 months

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Pro Wrestling Illustrated: August 1995

It’s a Man’s Sport? Yeah, Right!

Women are taking over the workplace in modern society–and taking over in wrestling, too. Men are no longer making all the key decisions.

By Liz Hunter

Sherri Martel can remember the times when, as a little girl growing up in New Orleans, she and her friends would go to the playground for an afternoon of unsupervised fun. Within 15 minutes, there would be a dozen parents on the scene trying to break up a disturbance. Little Sherri had done it again.

“It got to the point after a while where none of the other kids would sit in the sandbox with me,” Martel fondly recalled. “To me, that was a little wrestling ring, and I’d just pick up the little kids and slam them in the sand. I guess I knew what I wanted to do with my life at an early age.”

Tamara Murphy Fytch has slightly different memories of her earlier years. Fytch didn’t punch, kick, or slam anybody, but she controlled her peers nonetheless. From 10th grade on, Fytch was president of her student council, head cheerleader, captain of the girl’s varsity soccer team, and president of the debating society. Not surprisingly, her peers voted her “Most Likely To Succeed” During her senior year of high school.

“Everybody knew me,” Fytch said. “I had my hand in just about everything, and you know what was the most awesome thing of all? Even with doing all that, I still pulled straight A’s. I’ve known I’m something special for a long time.”

Fytch and Martel are two of the very special women ruling the power meetings in wrestling these days. They are mentally and emotionally stronger than a lot of the men in the sport. Physically, Martel can give many of the guys a run for their money (did anyone catch her beating on The Nasty Boys at WCW Uncensored?). Anyone who still thinks wrestling is a man’s sport has another think coming when wrestlings power gals are around.

Fytch. Martel. Woman. Miss Texas. Alundra Blayze, BullNakano. These are the women whose power, intelligence, and beauty shrink any man down to size when they’re around. Wrestling’s female power brokers wear the pants in this sport.

Take Martel, who has managed Harlem Heat to the WCW World tag team title. Here’s a team that had little going for it until Sister Sherri joined the fold. Under her management, they have risen to the top of the tag team heap.

[Woman doesn’t care what anyone thinks of her. Sandman probably wouldn’t have accomplished nearly as much in ECW without her. Heck, she’ll even try to claw Cactus Jack’s eyes out if she sees fit.]

“Harlem Heat is great because I don’t let anybody step on them,” Martel said. “Anyone who thinks they can pull a fast one on my men is in for a big surprise. I’ve been around this game long enough to know the ins and outs, and one thing I know is that when you have the belts, you call the shots.”

Martel has also won the AWA and WWF Women’s titles and managed WCW World champion Ric Flair and WWF Intercontinental champion Shawn Michaels. She is not only the top female manager in the world, she is possibly the top manager in the world, period.

“I don’t see who’s had more success managing more top wrestlers lately,” said broadcaster Tony Schiavone. “Sherri has power, and she knows how to use it.”

So does Fytch, who made relative unknowns Chris Candido and Brian Lee into somebodies… and champions. There’s little doubt Fytch’s star will soon rise much faster and shine much brighter. She’s just one of those self-made women who need only one little break to turn it into something big. Fytch is smart, beautiful, and aggressive.

Woman hides her intelligence behind a beautiful, though somewhat slutty exterior. She knows sex sells, and a sexy image can help advance a woman’s career. This Woman, who managed The Sandman in ECW and had managed former World tag team champions Doom in WCW, rules with a lace first.

Who can forget the night when Tommy Dreamer, despite being beaten to a bloody pulp by a Singapore cane-wielding Sandman, refused to kiss Woman’s feet? She said Sandman would stop only if he did this. But doing so would have been giving in to her power. There is no doubting who controls Sandman.

“I don’t like men telling me what to do,” Women said. “It’s not my style. Men think they can have their way with me because I’m beautiful and sexy, but it’s all part of a power trip, and the power is mine.”

[Sherri Martel regularly assists in the physical assaults by The Nasty Boys and doesn’t care what the consequences are. Is it so hard to believe she bullied all the other kids in the sandbox when she was little?]

Kimberly, “Dirty White Boy” Tony Anthony’s “Dirty White Girl,’ has been a bit more subservient than most women in wrestling, but still plenty powerful. Last year, she knocked out a wrestler named The Hornet with a single punch.

[Alundra Blayze is beautiful, but she’d rather be known as the woman who made women’s wrestling popular again. As for Bull Nakano, she’s as tough and powerful as most men.]

There’s no doubting Miss Texas’ beauty or power. She is still the only woman ever to be ranked on the “PWI 500.” Long live Missy Hyatt, who’s out of the sport, but not out of our hearts or minds. The image of Missy lives forever. And she wasn’t merely the blonde bombshell to end all blonde bombshells. She was an effective manager, valet, and Tv commentator.

[Would Chris Candido ever have won the NWA title without Tamara Murphy Fytch’s expert guidance? No way, she says. In just two years, Fytch has become one of wrestling’s most powerful managers.]

Alundra Blayze, formerly known as Madusa Miceli, and Bull Nakano, the WWF World Women’s champion, do their work mainly in the ring. Although she is extremely beautiful, Blayze would rather be known as a world-class wrestler than a world-class beauty. Her goal is to make women’s wrestling as popular in North America as it is in Japan.

[Miss Texas has made life hell for practically every woman who has appeared in the USWA… and a few men, too. After beating Hamie Dundee two years, she became the first woman ever to be ranked in the “PWI 500.”]

Nakano, who has never been accused of being beautiful, is one of the world’s most violent wrestlers. Many men are afraid to go one-on-one with her. Nakano is so tough that she has scared away a host of potential contenders to her title.

Luna Vachon scared away many suitors before marrying the equally scary Vampire Warrior in 1994. It takes a strong man to simply look at Luna, much less confront her. But Luna is the prototype of today’s strong female in wrestling. She is much more concerned with actions than appearances. She isn’t afraid of being aggressive. Luna doesn’t care if men approve of her.

Like most of the other women in wrestling, Luna approves of herself, and that’s all that matters.

#Sherri Martel #Woman ECW #woman #alundra blayze #bull nakano #Luna Vachon #Tammy Fytch #Miss Texas #magazine scan #magazine transcript #pwi #pro wrestling illustrated

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Billy Preston, Willie Weeks, and George Harrison onstage during the Dark Horse Tour, November/December 1974. Photo by Jeffrey Mayer, © Jeffrey Mayer Photography.

“I mean, I’d rather have Willie Weeks‬ on bass than ‪Paul McCartney‬. I mean, that’s the truth, with all respect to Paul.” - George Harrison, pre-tour press conference, 23 October 1974

“George absolutely took the press to heart [during the Dark Horse Tour]. […] But in spite of all that, he remained very kind to all of us, always. He’d pull little surprises. You’d check into your hotel room, and there was no telling what would be waiting for you there.  It was the classiest tour I’ve ever been on, the best hotels, the best everything. He wanted to make everybody happy. It was beautiful.” - Willie Weeks, Here Comes The Sun: The Musical and Spiritual Journey of ‪George Harrison (x)

Q: “The 1974 tour came under a lot of criticism.” Jim Keltner: “Yes it did. People didn’t know what to make of it. They paid to see George, they didn’t know Ravi Shankar, they didn’t know that Ravi had India’s finest musicians up there with him. It was like seeing Ravi with a big band, no one had seen that before. The only way you could see that is if you went to Bombay, on some sound stage. He literally brought those guys all together and put them on a big stage in America. It was something! There was a lot of criticism, but there were probably a lot of people won over as well, people who were awed.‬ […] By the time I joined, it was already different. George had to tell Ravi about the criticism that it was taking too long. They were doing it the proper way, setting it up and playing the very quiet and introspective stuff in the beginning, and they were losing the audience. So he had to do away with some of that. And it broke George’s heart, he knew it upset Ravi. But in any case, even with what they cut out, what they did leave in was more awesome than most of what those people will ever be blessed to see. Those people saw something very special.”

Q: “Why did you join the tour late?” JK: “I had been on another tour prior to that, and I really didn’t want to tour anymore, I didn’t want to leave home again. I told George I was tired of it. But George wanted his friends about him, he was very much a people person. It still just beaks my heart to think of him being gone… he was one of my closest friends. He cherished our friendship, and I cherished the fact that he cherished that friendship.” - The Dawn of Indian Music in the West (x)

“[During the Dark Horse Tour] he would look you in the eyes and wanted to know, ‘Do you like this? Are you having fun?’ [George] cared, he wondered how everyone was doing, and he wanted to know, ‘Are you happy on this tour, is this fun for you? This isn’t just a job, is it?’ You see, George was never relaxed, he was a worrier, and he was often preoccupied with worry. If something was wrong, he was always thinking, ‘Someone’s unhappy, what have I done wrong?’” - Andy Newmark, While My Guitar Gently Weeps: The Music of George Harrison (x)

#George Harrison #quote #quotes by George #quotes about George #Dark Horse Tour #Dark Horse Tour 1974 #Willie Weeks #Billy Preston #George and Billy Preston #George and Willie Weeks #Jim Keltner #George and Jim Keltner #George and Ravi Shankar #George and Andy Newmark

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hazbincalifornia · 3 months

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Game On

Chapter 63: The Pain Games commence.

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Striker was…

Well. Blitzo would be a liar if he didn’t admit that the guy’s confidence hadn’t been misplaced. He shoved his way through the competition in a way that Blitzo could certainly respect, even if it was a little rough at points, and watching him hogtie some leggy bitch was getting tucked into the mental spank bank, at least if he could catch a few minutes to jerk off anytime soon considering the whole ‘baby’ thing.

Honestly, though, the games themselves were an overall treat with a sea of muscular imps clearly enjoying showing off their stuff- he’d have to come back next year when he didn’t have a bun in the oven since they looked like a roaring good time, even if a few people got hauled off in stretchers. Especially then. (He saw more than one shoulder popped back in place, and he respected the kind of bitch who refused to get knocked down by one measly dislocation.) It wasn’t like a sinner game, where they got even bloodier but couldn’t actually die unless somebody hauled in angelic weaponry, it was real blood and guts from people who’d end up genuinely fucked at the end of it if they weren’t careful, which made it all the more exciting.

Stolas had kicked things off earlier, and Blitz noticed the glares from the crowd as the prince thanked them for providing food for the rest of Hell, but he’d mercifully avoided mentioning him per request, just wishing luck to everyone. Thank Satan for the small miracles. (He’d started to get cramps in his back, so, reluctant as he was to admit it, it was probably a good idea that he hadn’t thrown himself through the entire obstacle course. He’d be blessed if that would stop him from having a little fun with Striker later, though.)

Blitzo could still see him in his big box seat above the crowd- Stolas had offered a spare seat, but he’d prefer to hang with M+M for now. Millie knew the ins and outs of the contest better than anyone, even the guy who technically was running the show but mostly seemed like he was there to ogle at the hot sweaty dudes, and she could keep up a running commentary on about half of the participants that was extremely entertaining when inter-family rivalries came into the picture. (Not to mention, being down in the crowd meant he could get as many cheese-on-a-stick snacks as he wanted. By the end of the games, he was up to six. His stomach was probably going to hate him, but that was a later-Blitzo problem.)

Moxxie, for his part, mostly just winced at the worst of the bone and skull breaks, but at least Millie’s spun tales were entertaining enough to keep even him invested, although the schmaltzy way he watched her wave her hands around and mime crushing a skull had Blitzo gag a little. (Yeah, he’d just had that whole Thing with Stolas, but that was in private and also, shut up. Theirs was better, thank you very much. It had fucking a giant monster version of Stolas that had what felt like tentacle-things. Clearly superior.)

It wasn’t much of a surprise that Striker won, and his voice wasn’t even half-bad when he was crooning out a victory song, although admittedly Blitz was too engrossed in Millie’s current story about a blood feud between her sister and some bitch who’d gotten knocked out in the last round to pay it much attention. He patted his stomach as the baby wiggled again when Striker finished up, starting to cramp from sitting too long. She was clearly just restless for a chance to get a swing at him.

“You’ll get your shot, sweetie, promise. Daddy and you are gonna kick some ass together now and forever, you got that? We’ll get you out here someday, when you’re a moody teenager that needs to get shit out by busting some heads.”

In response, he got a squirm that seemed to agree with him.

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“Thought you might not show after I wiped the floor with everybody else,” Striker said, grin spread across his face as he cracked his neck. Blitzo stretched, shaking his head. Stolas was off somewhere preparing for the big show, and he could meet back up with him later. Millie and Moxxie were watching from the bleachers, and Loona had decided to emerge once Millie texted her what was going on. Potentially she just wanted to see her dad get his ass kicked, but hey, he was counting it as a positive. (Moxxie was still pouting a little, but the fact that Blitzo had been able to scoop him up in proof that he was feeling fine had seemingly been enough, along with Millie insisting that she ‘wanted to see’.)

“Nah, seeing you kick all those asses just got me all hot and ready, so as long as Mr. Big Champion doesn’t mind showing me his stuff-”

“Game on.” Striker whistled before nodding over to the mud. Flecks of it still clung to his jacket from the first go-round, flaking off bit by bit as they moved towards it together. He smelled like sweat, adrenaline, and something reminiscent of fire- which was probably the horse, honestly- and Blitzo cracked his knuckles and shifted his hips. Was he going to regret this later? Probably. But the baby had the spell around ‘em and he wanted to try his luck with at least one of the games. “First one on top for five seconds?”

“Works for me.” Blitzo nodded as Striker held out a hand, taking it-

-And slamming back into the mud as the other imp twisted his arm and swept underneath his legs. It splashed up around him, splattering his ass and thighs as well as halfway up his back while Blitzo bared his teeth. A hiss escaped before his tail snaked up around the cowboy’s ankle, yanking at Striker so the front of gray boots hit the ground as he threw himself forward. Reaching for Striker’s hands, their fingers interlocked as they pressed against each other, both on their knees and hands shaking as Striker’s sharp claws dug into the flesh of his palms.

The heart gave him enough of an energy burst that he practically felt like the version of himself from six months ago, save the bulky lead weight strapped to his middle. Saliva dripped down the side of Striker’s mouth as he attempted to twist him, but Blitzo’s heels dug into the mud as he resisted, arms shaking from the exertion. He was not going to go down that easily.

Striker flashed a grin that was all teeth. “Feisty, huh?”

“You know it, bitch.” Blitzo tried to hook his tail around Striker’s calves, but lost his balance just long enough for the other to shove him back, splashing down again. The baby wriggled uncomfortably as Striker’s fingers slid under his suspenders and curled briefly into fists, getting a good grip in order to shove him further against the mud and ground underneath, knuckles firm against the skin and pressing into the meat of his chest.

“Looks like you’re all bark, no bite.”

“C’mon! Kick his ass, Blitz!” Millie called out as Loona whistled something that sounded encouraging. Striker glanced up at them just long enough for Blitz to kick a leg up, hooking it around Striker’s and spinning them around at the same time he thrust himself up so he was on top. Bingo.

“Nah, just dealing with the extra weight. What’s your excuse, cowboy?”

Striker twisted himself hard at that, and they rolled around in the mud in another full rotation before Blitzo managed to get a good hold on him again, this time bracing himself and refusing to budge. The pinned imp snarled, but Blitzo leaned forward, heavy belly almost (but not quite, red glow barely visible under the Wrathian sun) pressing against the flat stomach and heels pressing the knees of his jeans into the mud, so even when Striker squirmed he wasn't going anywhere. Three, four…

On five, Striker narrowed his eyes but rattled his tail, giving a half-smile through gritted teeth with narrowed eyes. “Not half-bad for a bred bitch.”

“And not half-bad for somebody wearing fringe,” Blitzo retorted, offering up a hand that fell as Striker shoved himself up by himself. He glanced over at the trio on the bleachers- Moxxie had a hand gripping his heart through his little vest, Millie was clapping, and Loona had cocked her head to the side, with a smile that could just be a reflection of the light. To the side of the bleachers however… red glowing eyes. He huffed out a breath. Fuck.

Striker clapped a hand on his back hard enough to make him stumble. “I’ll meet you up later for that dessert.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll probably be back at Millie’s folk's house for dinner.” Blitzo said, nodding at him. “I only wish I could have done the whole thing, even if little miss boulder-bitch in here would have probably objected.”

Striker just nodded back before sauntering off towards the starting line, and Blitzo turned back to his others.

“That was-” Moxxie started, before Mille bumped him with her hip.

“-Awesome!” She jumped up, vaulting over the seats in front of her to pull him into a hug as Loona’s ear twitched. “Damn, I don’t think even Mama would have been able to do that when she was this close to popping!”

“Yeah, well-”

“Very impressive.” Stolas’s voice dripped from above him like warm wine and Blitzo turned up to look at him as the other two leaned in closer to him.

“Look, I know what you said about it being a bad idea-”

“Oh, on one hand, I cannot believe that you risked our child’s life on a reckless whim. On the other… well, I can’t say that you didn’t handle yourself perfectly well out there.” He cupped a hand on Blitzo’s cheek, kneeling down in front of him so they could see eye-to-eye. “That was the one who won the games, wasn’t it?”

“Er, yes. Pretty tough fucker too. How long were you watching, anyway?”

“Your highness-” Moxxie started, but Stolas swished his tail, ignoring him.

“And you beat him.”

“Yep.”

“Fascinating.” Blitzo could both hear and see the way that Stolas’s words were melted with something familiar that he would, frankly, rather M+M and his daughter not bear public witness to. Loona muffled a little snicker, and he swatted away the dotting of flush on his cheeks from the hot sun.

“So yeah, I’m totally kickass. Booyah, bitch- hey!”

Stoles scooped him up like he was a sack of post-sex shed feathers. “We are going back to the cabin, and we are going to change your clothes before I have to head out for the ceremony.” He spoke firmly, and Blitzo could feel the mud starting to soak into his fancy royal shirt, as well as the twitch between his legs from the casual but authoritative tone of voice.

“Hey, let him-” Millie started, but Blitzo waved a hand.

“Nah, it’s fine, Mills. I can handle this. I was a pretty bad boy.” His tail swayed as Stolas set a hand on his stomach, before sagging a little in relief as it moved beneath his palm.

“Thank goodness, she’s fine in there. As entertaining as it was, please don’t do that again, darling, my poor heart won’t be able to take it.”

“Hey, in my defense, I’ve probably only got a few days left to even try. I’m getting my last kicks in before she’s your problem too, and she's still got Daddy protecting her up close and personal.”

“Oh, I’ll be delighted when I get to deal with both of you.”

"Hey, you're the one who asked for this. Really, it's all your fault." Blitz flashed a grin, and Stolas made a little 'hmm'-ing noise even as he lifted Blitzo higher in his arms. He waved open a portal with a flick of his wrists before stepping through, and a shudder ran through Blitzo's spine at the magic sliding through his body in the process. It was easy enough to lean up into a kiss as the portal snapped shut, even from his slightly-awkward position, and Stolas murmured something in between breaths. Blitzo didn't hear whatever it was through the ringing in his head, and Stolas cleared his throat and tried again.

"What am I going to do with you?"

There was just enough soft affection in the owl’s tone that Blitzo’s response rolled off the tongue automatically.

"Be stuck with me?" He stretched the grin a touch further, and Stolas gave a little huff before adjusting him in his arms and pecking another kiss on his lips in reply.

#one time #shadow writes stuff #daddy blitzo #helluva mpreg

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lunarsun12 · 2 months

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My Spotlight - Part 3

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After the decision has been made, that the rest of the family will watch Sunghoon. Niki was feeling glum as he wanted all the rest of his family to be proud of him. Jungwon had to do a lot of pep talk to get him perform.

However there was an expected surprise visit for Niki? Who could it be?

Back at Enhypen Chat

Today 12:00

Sunghoon❄️: You people know the colour code, when watching me!

Sunoo☀️: No wearing black blah blah

Heesung🦌: So many rules! Even a tie?

Jake🐶: I have a question!

Sunghoon❄️: No you can’t bring that dog! I will get disqualified

Jake🐶: B-but Lyla wants to watch

Heesung🦌: We record it for Lyla!

Jay🦊: I’m so excited that you all can come!

Jake🐶: I feel bad not watching Niki

Sunghoon❄️: I won, fair and square who cares about some kid!

Heesung🦌: Jungwon, refused to talk to me

Jay🦊: He must be really mad at us, he didn’t take me call after Sunghoon

Sunoo☀️: We can watch Niki’s and not my brothers it will be so fun!

Sunghoon❄️: I still have that video on save!

Sunoo☀️: Ever since you is installed a lock on your room! I can’t even blackmail you!

Heesung🦌: Let’s get ready!

Few hours later…

Sunoo☀️: YOU IDIOT!

Sunghoon❄️: It’s not my fault. I didn’t have my glass on and misread the date

Heesung🦌: What..

Sunoo☀️: My dumb brother! Misread the dates! His competition is tomorrow not today!!

Jay🦊: What! We better hurry to watch Niki!

Sunghoon❄️: Yes! We better rush and I have to apologise to him! Damn my competitiveness

Jake🐶: I told you many times! To read carefully, when I asked if it’s correct!

Sunghoon❄️: This is not the time! We have to make it before we miss the performance

Everybody is busy running to get to Niki’s dance studio. Heesung and Jay tried calling Jungwon and it went to voicemail.

Back at the studio…

Niki: Eomma I am so nervous!

Jungwon: It’s okay Niki, remember to own the stage

Niki gave a nod and his fellow dance friends, gestured him to get on stage.

After the performance…

Niki was standing there frozen, as he couldn’t believe his eyes. All his cousins and uncles came and Heesung explained the whole situation.

Niki: How can you mix up the date! And you called me dumb

Sunghoon: Niki bro! I’m sorry it was an honest mistake!

Niki: It’s okay! As long you all saw my performance! That all I care about!

Jake: You gonna get the award, for best dancer!

Sunoo: It was not bad I guess

Jungwon: You see Niki! They did came! What did I say not giving up

There was no answer from Niki, he got his back facing to the wall. The concerned Heesung went over, to ask if Niki is okay. He heard some sniffles.

Heesung: Oh Niki, don’t cry! We love you honestly!

Sunoo and Sunghoon: The kid, has tears!?

Jake: Niki must be so touched

Jungwon: He gets like this, it means a lot to him! Thank you hyungs!

Heesung: Jungwon! Can you please unblock our number!

Jungwon: We can watch Sunghoon tomorrow! He is so majestic on the ice!

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dumbestcorn · 2 years

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OKOK I FINALLY FINISHED! Spoilers for PLA if you haven’t finished already!

Anything for you since you made me so happy to write an essay Snippets in-game

Friendship evos

Slightly sympathetic writing; no one caring abt where he went

Tired look after battle (theoretical grief((Selfish at first))

Even if it was fake, still looked after the MC

Weird take but Garchomp being naturally evolved

Dumb take but wanting Laventon to complete Pokedex

(slightly) understandable motive

After the battle that goes into immortal and dad Volo theory

Settled down to have a family

(hopefully) chilled out

He has time to think about it

A Straight up theory bc I don’t pay enough attention

Wielder might just be what people of Celestia(or whatever) called themselves when they had pokemon

I didn’t know I was writing an essay today for somebody who asked me why I think Volo is redeemable(thanks for asking though). FYI, my mind is in jumbles right now because of too many thoughts and I can never say my thoughts out perfectly. So, I also decided to put some theoretical reasons because I felt it would help you understand my thoughts a bit more. So please enjoy!

In-game/hinted at

A big thing that people use when they’re on this topic is his three Pokemon. Lucario (220 during the day), Togekiss (225), and Roseade (220 during the day). All happen to be on the high side of friendship. If Volo had Lopunny people would probably agree more because that sucker starts at 0 and evolves at 220. Still happens to be one of my fav Pokémon despite that. Anyways, that means he’d have to use them all or at least have them all in his team for a while.

Two evolve by stones which could also take a while, for example, I had to look up where to get a Shiny Stone for my Togetic because I couldn’t find it in the wild for the life of me. In the normal games, I could only find stones post-game. So, that’s a commitment.

Garchomp is a special case. Like all Pseudo-Legendries, they have to be high level to evolve. 48 doesn’t seem like a lot, but if you're trying to grind it, suuuucks. Especially since they all level up slowly. This also means that it was kept on his team for a long time. Plus its level 68 in the final battle. We don’t talk about Spirtomb.

One thing that flew over my head was his slightly sympathetic writing, which happens to be that no one says anything about him leaving except Cogita who bashed him. He was surprisingly talked about less than anyone in the game. It could have been unintentional but I like to think about it like that. Was there a reason why everybody just stopped realizing he existed?

It could have been when the player told Laventon about Spear Pillar, they told more than about Giratina. Wouldn’t others talk more than if it (somehow) ended on a bad note? Gossip would probs be the only thing keeping me going if I was there. At least someone other than Cogita would say something else. What about Laventon and the clan leader you choose? No, nobody, which is like I said, weird. Makes you feel bad for the man.

This one is mainly a product of me looking into it too much but after the battle on Spear Pillar, he has a tired look. It always seemed like grief to me, not for you but because he failed. Like he gave it his all and got NADA. I like to believe that he realizes what he has done is beyond stupid over time. Like I don’t know how he’d think that’ll work out. I’m def going into this more when I get to the theory theories.

This one is small but it’s about him telling Laventon to complete the Pokedex. It was very small but I believe it’s a way to also wish you good luck. It’s very small but it’s like his pride isn’t letting him say good luck to you so he’s going to the person in Hisui that you care about the most. Even if he was to say good luck to you/complete the Pokedex, it would seem fake and just like a salty Showdown player saying GG after making fun of you before you won.

Now I’m going off of the in-game examples to go on a little rant. So, his Pokémon is a PRIME example. All his Pokémon are hard to get/evolve. Unlike like Ghetsis, his pseudo-legendary is evolved and Volo also has the most friendship evolutions. Btw, if Cyrus cares about his Pokémon because of his one Crobat, then Volo cares for his Pokémon more than him.

His motive is slightly understandable. Wanting to know why things happen to you and why we have to go through, a question that may have gone through our heads. Definitely went through my head before I stopped caring LMAOO, I also forgot about it. I have memories that are buried in thoughts of Pokémon and Splatoon. Anyways, the way he went to do so was, uhhh, not the best, like I don’t know how basically dethroning Arceus would help him out. Creative thought ig??

Theories

There’s one thing that was something that fell on my head one day and I kept it. It’s about his title, Wielder. I believe that it may be a title that the People of Celestia(?) or whatever he is, used when they had Pokémon. I don’t believe that he dislikes his Pokémon so that’s how it came to me. It could be that while they do think of Pokémon as dangerous things, they still realize that they have feelings and protect them. Of course, I’m just overthinking and trying to defend my reasoning why he’s reasonable.

Ah yes, Immortal Volo, my favorite kind of Volo, especially if he’s drawn like he’s still young. So, if we're thinking correctly, he either calmed down or is still balls to the walls crazy. I like to choose that he calmed down even though I usually still depict him like he is as a merchant even though people can say that was just a façade. WELL, I like to pretend he’s my friend sometimes because he’s COOL. But if we are honest, he’ll probably look at his past actions and cringe.

That gets me onto my favorite point because it’s probably the most realistic one! He has time to think about what he has done. Reflecting is one of the things that people comment about when it comes to N. Which I like but, can’t we make Volo reflect on what happened? He has time to do it. Years of being alone unless you believe he had some relationships. It would make his change more believable than just being like “I mega messed up, guess I'm good now.”

Now the theory about Volo being Cynthia’s dad. It goes into the immortality theory and/or longevity. Let’s be honest, he is FINE. So him having a child with someone is not impossible. But the reason why I brought this up is that if it’s semi-true, it either means Volo calmed down enough to have a sane child or Cynthia was able to learn what not to do by learning about what happened on Spear Pillar.

From what I said, hopefully, you can see where I’m coming from. He is one of my favorite characters so I guess you can use that against me if you want to tell me why you don’t think he’s redeemable. Even if he was a pure villain I still might like him but that’s because I find him interesting, like how I do with Colress. They are important but there’s less lore about them than there should be.

I would say more but it’s honestly hard for me bc I just finished Jojolion and my brain is mush.

#Volo #PLA #pokemon ledgends arceus #LOOOONG POST #also I just want to put it out there #ARCEUS DIDNT BRING INGO TO HISUI #It's not understandable when you look at the prev fallers #ST Distortions did the job

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formulinos · 2 years

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hello everybody! for the round of 16 of The Tournament, i left an open box opened so that you could write whatever you like: venting, secrets, or just normal stuff. i thought it would be nice to reply to some of your messages so behind the cut you can check some of these out! they include thoughts not only on f1, but also academia and general life stuff. i took the care of redacting some information that could lead to identification, since you're anon during voting i can't tell who is who but if you'd like to reach out to me in priv i'm always around :D

first of all, i received a lot of messages of support and thanks, which honestly idek why because i don't feel i really deserve it? you guys are very sweet, thanks for your kindness. while my priority is always to do things i like and have fun, i don't think formulinos exists without those who interact with it, so thanks to you guys for being here to support me! that being said, two of those messages more or less called my attention:

sure, if you tell me who you are! if any of you are interested, come hang out!

new blog bio!

we also got a lot of musings about the current matches of the tournament:

in this case i think your typing made a choice for you bestie :/

this one is an early semi-final and i wanted to KILL python for creating this match up, but not as much as:

that one was fucked up and i think it's enough of an evidence that it's really done at random bc i'd never!!!!! still, there was one match that was controversial enough to divide society:

evil. cursed. well, at least someone got the intention behind it!

this is literally drivers champions league!!!!

a lot of you had different opinions about the drivers who stayed and the drivers that aren't around anymore, but one stood out... for not even being a driver

he would advance, but not as much as this tumblr user:

i love the self confidence!!!!

on the topic of tournaments:

well, i think that's an idea that could be developed! there are plenty of drivers in other series if you want to do a general one, beyond f1!

we had a few more on f1! first of all, a classic:

what was the question?

a few of you are still worried about some recent news:

i'm not gonna claim here i'm a daniel fan, but i do think mclaren are fucked up. but then again, i would still think mclaren are fucked up even if they didn't do anything. the good thing about silly seasons is that there is hope until literally the 2023 season starts, so keep your heads high!

we have a few takes coming straight from the past:

on the cevert take, i have no clue. the sport evolved pretty quickly between the 70s and 80s and i genuinely can't tell who would or wouldn't have won a title. on senna's win however, i can def say that this was a hate crime (french on brazilian violence on the behalf of balestre)

we have friends that are back after a long time though!

welcome back! hope you enjoy your stay :D

we also have some newbies who are going through a tough time in the fandom:

i think we have a big issue in the fandom that we have either people who are ancient and are overprotective of the sport because the changes that liberty media have brought are majorly against the flow of the sport, or people who are super new and that don't understand that f1 is a cumulative sport, that is, the more you know about it, the more you understand not only the technical aspect but literally how the sport works. it's not quite like football which i find much more friendly in terms of picking up whenever you like a team and then slowly get used to the history. i'm not a hater of newcomers because we need them to keep the sport running and unfortunately i'd like to keep watching formula 1 until my hair is grey and i have dementia, but i'm not gonna lie and say i don't resent the small portion of new fans who just splurt opinions without having the necessary knowledge to see things beyond black and white. it's not that understanding certain things makes it less fucked up, but it actually helps to bring some perspective that can even make you more or less mad and give more support to your train of thought. that being said, i can TOTALLY tell when a fan is purposefully ignorant or just a newbie who is just learning about things, so i don't think you should be afraid of interacting with people around here because they are mostly levelheaded and they can actually help you out with explaining the lore of f1 (obligatory hyperfixation corner on my pinned post plug). don't be scared, just throw yourself out there! if you're not interested on knowing everything about everyone, i'd just tell you to learn a bit about the history of teams, like why is ferrari the way they are? what led mercedes to their domination? how did sebastian vettel create red bull? why must williams be stopped? etc. i think that by tracing a single "recent" timeline (you don't need to go aaaaall the way back to fangio, unless you're interested about the technological and safety advancements from the start of f1 to now) you can grasp a bit better some of the grid dynamics. and on the topic of f1, a chilling revelation:

i legit can't say anything without saying who the driver is so i won't. but damn lol!!!! well, you're entitled to your own opinions and i think that from what you said, it's like, a normal rivalry that the sport ended up creating and even though it's in the past some ppl still carry it with them. i hate timo glock no matter how much ppl defend him to me. most important is just to chill and avoid tagging your opinions so you don't poke the fans!

another f1 related confession, but a simpler one:

i'm not sure if chickpeas are super common around the globe, so i think it's fair? unfortunately in brazil they're super common though. i HATE them i wish charles had never picked it up.

we have one on DTS laid ease:

fair enough because current DTS is literally teams' PR hour. what was pretty charming about the first two seasons was how unscripted it felt - even though a lot of it was different from reality, unlike now that's basically only the teams and drivers that are willing to speak and it's obvious they want to look good or at least have control of the narrative that's fabricated. i know it's not all perfect but gosh, it fell off.

still on f1, we have a possible sighting:

trust your instincts, what do they say? i am of the opinion that if it was Lewis, you'd know right away. that man is unmistakable.

and now, a commentary on fanfics:

see i can only read RPF if i can distinguish well reality from the AU. like, i want the story to be so compelling that it feels like the drivers are just face and personality claims but they stand as characters, not as the real deal. if you changed their names, it would work equally fine as a book (although i love when there are easter eggs and whatever). i think that if you have the maturity to understand that these aren't the drivers from the moment they're written and that they have real lives and real partners, you can still have fun! the fandom is filled with talented writers who i legit think could make it a job. i'm going to recommend to you "without a hitch" aka @mickstart's bakery AU (you'll need an AO3 account as it's private) because i feel it illustrates well what i just said and laura really made a point of creating a whole universe. we saw it grow from a few fun discussions at a discord server to a few more serious discussions we had on priv and repeated demands i made for her to write it and they fucking did it brilliantly. so very proud, new chapter saturday etc. from the other users i remember write is of course my beloved maisie @jedivszombie and the amazing anna @gp2engine. can't go wrong!

but it's not all f1. there is some f2 too!

and i would love if both of you guys could get into contact with me first bc i'm an enthusiast of gossip and second bc i legit would like to know what is necessary to get a formula job!!!!

and at last a very sobering yet necessary take on the state of the fandom:

i do like tumblr for not being very male dominated although twitter has a nice blend of reddit dudebros and tumblrinas. however, we def need more women to reach f1 because my bi ass needs more material besides old school girls and susie (besides w series).

some of you had positive new life updates!

MF Doom fucks and i cant believe it's two years already that he left us!!! i love the feeling of learning a new instrument, i remember my hands ached and i'd get short of breath when i was learning the flute but it was so worth it! keep working at it!!!

god, that's so nice to read, congrats! sun and water is always a mood booster and it's amazing to read how much progress you made in a year :D may you keep having great experiences at pool parties (and maybe the beach next?)

comeback of the century. iconic. i would get the nose checked though don't joke around these things!!

a few of you were still on last week's assignment:

i love call it fate, call it karma. any strokes really. i'm not that bi enough to enjoy hozier but i do think the quality is great! and i did listen to mykonos, it's in last round's playlist :)

we also had a few food related items:

i def need to try popcorn w chopsticks bc i always waste so much popcorn eating it in handfuls like an idiot. sushi IS my favourite food, next time you eat it lmk so we can eat some together! and while i'm not sure yet pasta is the supreme food, i def want to try some great pasta when i'm at milan next month! oh and every single alcoholic beverage sucks absolute balls.

some of you are suffering over a subject very close to my heart: sleeping

i know probably it's not That Serious to you guys, but i have been recovering from long term use of zolpidem (ambien) for the past 4 months or so now? i don't remember really. i just decided to stop taking it bc it's such a hassle to get it here in france, i have to go to a psychiatrist that barely looks me in my face and charges me 100 euros per month and i ended up running out of prescription. when i called him to schedule an appointment, he said he was on vacation for the next 15 days, and since he was the first out of 3 that i went that prescribed me some (i already did a treatment in brazil but here is much worse and someone prescribed to me an antipsychotic that left me completely zonked out) i just said fuck it, i'll wing it. i had the worse insomnia for the first week but at some point my sleeping schedule started to go back to normal, it's still a challenge but at least i can mostly sleep 7 hours instead of 3. what i find helped me was melatonin, of course because there is no way someone who was on 10mg zolpidem could just fall asleep straight away - i take between 2 and 3 mg an hour before i go to sleep and then i try not to mess w my phone a lot. if i'm not sleeping, i'll grab the phone to watch smth on youtube or netflix, but i won't do social media. i have a bag of lavender grains on my pillow and i also put essential oils on my diffuser (lavender + sweet orange) bc aromatherapy fucks. i shut every single light entrance in the house (v important during summer) AND have a face mask. i legit do SO MUCH SHIT to sleep is crazy. go to sleep well so you don't end up like me. and tbh if you suffer from severe insomnia like i do, i still think you can consider zolpidem as a path if you have the support of a doctor. for a good period, it was the only way i could manage to sleep when nothing else i had tried worked and it legit saved my life, i swear. i just couldn't live properly from the headaches and other side effects of lack of sleep. from there on you can wean it out properly instead of going cold turkey. good luck!

there have been some... atypical issues:

shit in their toilet and clog it.

freaking ruthless!!!!!!! the joys of being a child...

now we get into romantic territorry! well, sort of:

if i had to choose i think i'd go with jeff bezos. they must be practically insufferable the same way but at least jeff bezos doesn't share cringe memes daily on twitter. and i think jeff bezos' money is less unstable.

hey! it's not about the man, it's about you being comfortable with yourself enough to enjoy yourself while having sexy times with a man. it's self-care. ideally you'll go through the next step of self-care that is to block the man's number. good luck!

tbh have you tried picking ppl up at excel courses? at least you'll find ppl who have the same mentality as you and that's a starting point! (shit advice i know but don't give up!)

HATE SEXY DREAMS HATE THEM !!! exactly, you'll prob never get to fuck him and it becomes a torture bc you just know that sex dream was top 10 pipes of your life. yes this is about you and your friend not about me and valtteri bottas.

do you guys think that really happened? i don't think it really happened. i think it's just a string of coincidences much like princess cake....

of course we couldn't go without some Work Stuff:

i undestand you totally, it seems like you went through the sort of situation that really bursts the bubble and if you really trusted them and rated them before, it shatters in instants and then it's like "what the fuck are we even doing here?". i have been going through the same here w my uni collegues (i can't even call them friends as much atm) bc they were so selfish in a given moment i was like "never again". it's been nearly a month and i still don't want to look at them in their faces and have been avoiding them, but it's like. you have to accept your feelings were hurt and give yourself time to heal but also since you're still working with them you have to at least publicly move on. my mom says to keep acting nice and even playful but that it's also a lesson not to trust people again after they haven't been reliable. since your case is work related, even better bc it's not like you Need to be friends with them. if it's been like 3 months and you think it's still unsustainable, then i'd consider changing jobs tbh.

omg poor thing lmao!!!! honestly you sound like a trooper anyway because it's a bunch of kids crying, i think that would reduce anyone to tears but you still made it! i hope your manager was capable of supporting you but the image you created is lowkey hilarious... the wiiiings. i hope that up to that moment you enjoyed your tinkerbell fantasy and that you get to keep the costume.

a lot of the messages were also related to Academia Anxiety (classic)

i sympathise a lot with the concern about your parents because i'm from a latino country, but i see my friends who eventually overcame their fears and changed their majors instead of sticking to the ones their parents liked and they are genuinely thriving. there is one in particular that just blossomed in life and is much more confident and happy. of course i don't know your particular situation with your parents so i can't say that they will or not respond in a certain way, but the fact is that they're not gonna be here forever anyway, and when they're gone you might have to face if you're the person you want to be or the person they were projecting you to be and it might sting. if your mental health requires you to change areas, do it. it will be rough, but you can make it!

see? and there is nothing wrong with that, good luck in your studies! i myself am probably gonna graduate in my studies since i'm here in france for the double degree than immediately go back to study mechanical engineering bc i like chemistry but it's useless lmao. if i could turn back time!!!!

awww i hope you manage to stay there as well!! how are the possibilities lining up right now, do you think you could find a job in your area or keep working at academical research or something? a lot of the foreign students at my school manage to stay here after they graduate but i don't know how things work in the country you're at the moment. would you be willing to move somewhere else as well?

i'm terribly sorry to hear that, school can be so overwhelming sometimes and not having the support of your parents in that aspect def hinders the situation. ideally you'd be able to seek a therapist on the low, for instance if your school have a counsellor they might be able to help you find a solution. because of the pandemic there have been many therapists who decided to go at least part time online, which can be cheaper depending on your location (in case you can somehow afford it or some insurances might cover it). where i'm from a lot of universities offer therapeutic support either for free or for a symbolic fee from their interns or people who just graduated, which also helps (a few of my friends do it this way!). i think from the point you manage to get some therapy advice, they might be able to refer you to a psychiatrist if necessary and orient you on whether or not you need your parents to back your treatment. i know you probably have already tried to seek solutions, so keep me posted on how that's going and i hope you manage to kick start something!

we had a few other people recounting some of their mental heath struggles:

the worst part about therapy it's how trial and error it is until you find The Therapist, but once you do it's so worth it. i had one that ghosted me once and it sucked asdkfhas but i'm currently doing genuinely great with the one i have, so don't give up on therapy just yet! i have also a friend who is dealing with A Very Shitty Breakup (toxic abusive ex) and she has been doing both therapy and meditation, so maybe meditation can help you as well! and i'm not sure if you have psychiatric support as well, but maybe if you do you can get a therapist referral from them! truly think that it takes a village to deal with mental illnesses, therapy, psychiatry and even some holistic approaches sometimes (no cults please) and since you're also saying you are having a bit of a sexuality crisis, therapy could help you figure out what you're going through. again, keep me posted!

it sounds like you have a mature outlook on it and you decided to do what's best for you, so i salute you on that first and i hope that HRT is the path to your happiness (i also hope that you are not alone in the transitioning process and that you have both friends and medical support to go through it, although i know in many countries the system fucking sucks). it's terrible to hear that your family might not be supportive, i hope there are some surprises and that they come to terms with you becoming who you really are but this might take literally years and you're well aware of it. it's a heartbreaking situation and i wish you the best on this new era of your life, may the joys of becoming you outweight the saudade you will have of your family. and may you find many people who love and support you and have a found family of your own! keep me posted!!!

this one is just a message of its own i couldn't place anywhere:

i REALLY HOPE this person is well now and safe, please send a message saying you're good now!!!!!

we had a few relatable messages:

what are your favourite apartment/house hunting videos? i love to see celebrity houses, whenever there is a new architectural digest video i stop everything i'm doing.

another one:

the nice thing about aging is that you realise everybody know absolutely jackshit even if they are the most experienced people in the world. i look at myself and i still feel like i don't know anything in life, even at stuff i dedicated my whole life to, but fuck it, we keep moving, as you said. the lovely thing about life is that every person has their own pace but we all have the potential. you'll wake up one day and you will see that everything is in its right place, i believe in you!

now this one, we ALL can relate:

god i felt that one right to my tailbone. go see that psychotractor!!!!

and, to finish this, the most relatable one of them all:

easy! step 1: watch formula 1

there you go no way to like formula 1 after this. thank you to all of you who sent messages, feel free to keep them coming! and thanks for participating in the tournament, we still have a round going so don't forget to vote! cheers and see you around :D

#hottest drivers tournament 2022 #this was super fun and i hope you keep me updated!

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New Beginnings?

So this story is inspired by gglitch1dd’s post about Small town My Hero Academia. Honestly go read her story Sweet-bee if you like Kiribaku x reader; it’s amazing! I’ve reread it so many times.

So my story is loosely inspired (I made some changes but barely) and involves an OC. After reading her post and remembering the first season of Once upon a Time, I couldn’t get the idea out of my head and decided to write it. Very much just for fun and considering continuing it; I just don’t have the ending figured out.

Mostly fluff. Let me know if there is anything; triggers or errors.

Italics are thoughts.

Enjoy!

Summary: an unknown quirk sends all of UA and some others to a small town... in an alternate reality! No memories of their real lives and no quirks. A calm, peaceful life where everything is perfect. A bit too perfect.

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A new life?

Lizelle holds Eri close under the desk as a villain rant and raves through the school’s PA system. The red feather necklace around Lizelle’s neck shake as Hawks sends his feathers throughout the building to find the villain.

Class 1A and 1B had gathered for a joint training session with most of their mentors also there to see the progress. Lizelle was there to keep watch over the students’ emotional states as they go through the course because of her quirk ‘Colourful Emotions’.

While she is Hawks’ personal assistant, she is a family friend of Present Mic and had been living with him and Aizawa since she was a teenager until she was old enough to care for herself. She had become close to the 1A class and Eri. And ever since working with Hawks, Mirko had become a good friend.

Everybody had gathered for the training session when something shook the building and a bunch of goons invaded the premises. Lizelle had grabbed Eri who was sitting with her and took cover under Present Mic’s desk while he went down from the presenter booth to join the fight. Then who they assume is the main boss started making threats over the announcement system.

Lizelle focused on the villain’s voice to hear the last part of his speech. He chuckled darkly:

“Aren’t you heroes tired of it all? Don’t you wanna live a normal life…?”

Lizelle gasped as she noticed a strange mist filling the room and everywhere else.

“… and leave the rest of us alone?”

Lizelle peeked over the over desk to notice all the heroes starting to faint. Her necklace stills and she knows it got to Hawks as well. She coughed trying to get the mist out. She heard Eri cough as well.

“Eri-berry, hold your breath.”

Both she and Eri hold their breaths but then a blinding light fills everybody’s vision before it went pitch black.

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Lizelle groaned as she slowly opened her eyes. She looked around the bedroom while reaching for her phone to shut off her alarm. She yawns, stretches and runs a brush through her long golden blonde hair before making her way out, down the stairs and into the kitchen where Hizashi Yamada otherwise known by his radio show personality, Present Mic is busy cooking breakfast.

“Morning Uncle Zashi.”

“Morning Lizzy. How did you sleep?”

“Pretty well. One thing is for sure. The bed was not the reason for Shinso’s insomnia.”

Hizashi chuckled: “Glad to hear it’s not that at least.”

She smiled as she sat down.

“Thanks for letting me stay in Hitoshi’s old room for now.”

Hizashi smiled at her from the stove: “No problem. You know you are like my own daughter. I’ll always help.”

Lizelle smiled: “Why couldn’t you be my real dad?”

“Then I would to have had you when I was 9.”

“Well you were a flirt since you were young if Aunt Nem is to be believed.”

The two laugh at that.

“Yet I met my soulmate in high school and won him over,” He pressed a hand to his heart.

“More like you didn’t leave me alone.”

The two turn to see Shouta Aizawa walk into the kitchen carrying a very sleepy Eri.

“You didn’t exactly try to get rid of me. C’mon admit it, deep down you liked me.”

Aizawa shakes his head at his husband. He put Eri adjacent to Lizelle’s left before walking to kiss Hizashi.

“Zashi, the pancakes.”

Hizashi looked over to see the pancakes starting to look a little too brown. He quickly moved the finished pancake to a plate. Lizelle smiled at the cute scene before turning her head to the tired girl rubbing her eyes.

She gave a quick tickle to the little girl’s sides: “Morning Eri-berry.”

Eri gave a small shriek of laughter. Lizelle giggled.

“Morning Uncle Shou.”

“Morning Lizzy,” he sits down adjacent to Lizelle’s right.

Hizashi places the food down and greets his daughter with a kiss to her head.

“So what is your plan for today?” Aizawa asks Lizelle as they start to eat.

Lizelle shrugs: “Explore the town, look at living places, look for a job, maybe even visit Shinso on his break.”

“Y’know, if you can’t find anything, you are more than welcome to come help me or Shouta at our jobs.”

“Thanks Uncle Zashi but I don’t see how much help I’ll be at the Sheriff or Radio station. Thanks for the offer; I’ll definitely keep it as a back up.”

“Daddy, Papa, can I show Lizzy around town?” Eri asks with her mouth full pancakes.

“Eri, swallow before you talk,” Aizawa gently said while Hizashi jokingly presses her chin up, “I don’t know.”

“Oh come one Dadzawa,” Lizelle grinned, “Eri knows the town better than me and I can keep her safe.”

Aizawa sighed but looked doubtful.

“Babe this whole town knows Eri is the sheriff’s daughter and not to mess with her. Eri will actually keep Lizelle safe, especially if the League decide to be annoying today. They know not to mess with your family,” Hizashi reasons, “Besides Lizelle is right. Eri knows the town better and this way Lizelle won’t get lost.”

Aizawa sighs again, knowing Hizashi is right and that he is fighting a losing battle.

“Fine, you can show Lizzy around.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep each other safe,” Lizelle gave the little girl a side squeeze.

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Eri kisses and hugs her dads goodbye.

“See you two later.” Hizashi waves.

“Be safe,” Aizawa calls after them.

“We will,” Eri giggles.

“Bye Dadzawa. Bye Papa Mic.”

“Bye girls.”

The two girls set off down the street to the right in the direction of what looked like a school. Currently mostly empty since it was Saturday. Maybe some overtime teachers or sport teams, other than that a ghost place.

“That’s my school!” Eri excitedly points.

“Oh really? Remind me what grade are you in?”

“Grade 2. Mr. Togata is my teacher.”

“Wow you’re getting big,” Lizelle squeezes Eri’s left hand.

As they turn the corner, Eri spots something that makes her squeal. Lizelle tightens her grips when she feels the little girl wants to run. Standing outside the gates are two men who turn in their direction upon hearing Eri. Seeing Eri, the two men wave. Lizelle makes sure they get safely across the street. Only then does she let the little girl run to them.

“Hi Eri!”

The tall blond picks up the girl as she happily squeals.

“Hi Mr. Togata! Hi Mr. Deku!”

The green haired man next to them gently pats Eri on the head: “Hi Eri.”

The man Eri calls Deku turns to Lizelle. He greets her with small nervous smile.

“Hi I’m Izuku Midoriya, understudy to Mayor All Might.”

Lizelle shakes his hand.

“So Deku?” She asks curiously.

He shrugged: “A mean nickname I was given when I was younger. I’m trying to put a more positive spin on it.”

Lizelle nodded in understanding: “I get that.”

The taller blond shook her hand: “Hi My name is Mirio Togata. I’m Eri’s teacher.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Lizelle. I’m a family friend of Hizashi Yamada. I just moved to town and I’m staying with them till I find a job and my own place. Eri is busy showing me around town.”

“Well welcome to Yuuie,” Mirio says with smile.

“And if you’re looking for a job just to keep busy, there is always the Midnight and Fatgum diner/bar and B&B and the library are always looking for volunteers,” Izuku suggest, “If it’s more a specific profession, Yuuie has a lot of businesses. Sure you’ll find something.”

Lizelle nods gratefully: “Thank you. I shall look into those places,” she looks to Eri, “C’mon sweetie we still got a lot to see. Maybe we can even go visit your brother if we are there on his break.”

“Yay!” Mirio gently puts her down.

She grabs Lizelle’s hand again and they continue walking down the street waving goodbye to Mirio and Izuku.

Walking across the street they pass a park and start passing some houses. About halfway Eri points out the Mayor’s House with trees surrounding it. They cross the street and tree line into the second main street where by the looks of it, is the most action. People walk up and down, doorbells constantly clinging as people enter and leave.

Eri quickly tugs Lizelle to cross to the right of the street while throwing slightly nervous looks to the biggest building on the corner of the left block.

“Everything okay Eri-berry?”

“Daddy always says to avoid that place and be careful here.”

Lizelle looks at the building. Two shops occupy it; Shigaraki’s bar and Dabi’s tattoo parlour. It’s a little rundown but otherwise okay. Lizelle can’t help the negative feeling that reaches her, making her feel on edge. The place definitely looks like trouble. Or at least definitely not the place for a little girl to be.

A man walks out of the parlour. He leans against the outside wall and lights a cigarette. She can only see the tattoos under his eyes, jaw, neck and wrists but Lizelle is positive he is probably covered in them as well as multiple piercings.

Was the flame from his lighter blue?

He pulls the cigarette from his mouth and releases a puff of smoke. Through the smoke he catches Lizelle’s eye. He looks her up and down with his piercing blue eyes before giving a nod. Lizelle gives friendly smile in return and then focuses back on helping Eri across the street.

“New plaything?” a female voice asks from the door.

Dabi turns his head to the blond girl: “Nah that Aizawa brat was with her. Unless we want the Sheriff to strangle us we better not mess with what’s his.”

“Aw, not fair,” Toga complains. Dabi simply shakes his head.

At the corner Eri points to a building on the left block behind the building on the street.

“There’s Dadzawa’s work…”

Then she points to the slightly L-shaped building diagonally in front of the Sheriff’s Station.

“… and there’s Papa Mic’s.”

Lizelle nods.

They past the Post Office, an apartment building behind a small park and past another building they reach the Midnight and Fatgum diner/bar.

“Wanna a milkshake, Eri-berry?”

Eri’s eyes sparkle as she looks up at her: “Can we?”

“Sure. C’mon let’s go in.”

The bell rings as the two enter. They walk up to the counter and Lizelle helps Eri up. A beautiful girl with long blue hair comes walking out from behind.

“Nejire!”

“There’s my little berry. Your daddy called and said I’m off babysitting duty today,” the girl turned to Lizelle, “Hi, I’m Neijre Hado, waitress and the occasional babysitter for this little angel.”

“She is also the town’s resident beauty queen,” a large man comes walking out from the kitchen, almost squatting to get through the doorways.

“And this is Taishiro Toyomitsu otherwise known as Fatgum, best cook in Yuuie,” Nejire giggled, tapping the man’s belly, “And he knows it.”

The man gives a jolly laugh.

Lizelle smiled, enjoying the wholesome energy in this place.

“I’m Lizelle, I’m new and a family friend of this little one’s family.”

“Welcome to Yuuie Miss. We hope you enjoy your stay here,” Fatgum smiles warmly.

“Thank you,” she smiles back. He feels like an uncle.

“So what can we get for you?”

“I’d like a chocolate milkshake and some fries. You Eri?”

“An apple pie and strawberry milkshake please.”

Nejire winked at the two: “You got it.”

Fatgum moves back into kitchen and Nejire cuts out a slice of apple pie for Eri. She then hands a small A6 card to Lizelle, full of numbers.

Upon Lizelle’s confused look, Nejire explains: “Numbers of the business around here. If you are ever in need of a handyman the mechanics shop is the place to call and ask for Eijiro Kirishima. That mountain of man can fix anything.”

Lizelle smirked: “Mountain, huh?”

“Well he is Fatgum’s nephew.”

“Ah, that explains it.”

Nejire giggled: “He works at the shop with his cousin Tetsutetsu and it is owned by Mei Hatsume. That girl is genius with machines and Tetsu seems like he bend steel, almost has if…”

“He is steel himself,” Lizelle gets a weird look on her face before shaking her head. She lifts the page, “The others?”

“Right. The mechanics is behind the sheriff station by the way. Right next to us is the vet/pet shelter run by Tsuyu Asui and Koji Koda. Then across from us is Ojiro’s dojo and next to that we have our Electrician Denki Kaminari. He’s good but don’t worry if he shocks himself. It happens from time to time.”

At Lizelle concerned look Nejire quickly adds: “He’s fine. He is practically Pikachu by now.”

“As long as he is not Pichu,” Lizelle shakes her head.

Nejire laughs, tipping her head: “Well…”

Shaking her head, she continues: “I’m assuming you walked past the school? And of course where the sheriff and radio station is?”

Lizelle nods: “Eri also pointed out the Mayor’s house to me. And the bar and tattoo parlour I was warned from.”

Lizelle gently pats Eri on the head.

Nejire nodded with a tight mouth: “Yeah the league… aren’t bad but they are trouble. So best to try stay away as much as you can.”

Lizelle raises and eyebrow: “The League?”

“The League of Delinquents.”

“I saw a man with tattoos and piercings smoking outside the tattoo place.”

“That’s Dabi. He seems chill, but you don’t want to piss him off. He has an affinity for arson. The one you really have to careful around is Shigaraki. He runs that place and the league. Also Toga; she’s a blonde girl with sharp teeth. She has a weird fascination for blood and sometimes gets a little stab happy. So just be careful.”

“And Shigaraki?”

Nejire shudders a little: “Trust me you’ll know. He just seems dangerous.”

Lizelle nods. Geez you guys go on about these guys like their villains.

Nejire puts back on her smile: “Anyways, we also have Rikido Sato’s bakery, Hanta Sero’s restaurant, Tamaki Amajiki’s flower shop; that’s Fatgum’s adopted son and Mirio’s Boyfriend.”

Lizelle raises her eyebrow with a smile: “Ok cute.”

Nejire giggled: “And both are my boyfriends.”

Lizelle gasped: “Lucky you! Kinda jealous. Of you and them.”

They both laugh.

“You?” Nejire bends her hand at the wrist in a silent question.

“I’m…” Lizelle snaps her fingers into a finger gun/thumbs up and peace signs.

“Ah,” Nejire nods in understanding, “Ok then there are the builders (that are behind Denki and Ojiro’s places), the library’s number, if you want to shop wood personally the lumberjack office; ask for Rumi. She is the boss and she is one the people who knows the woods the best. Mina Ashido’s hair salon, Yuga Aoyama’s Twinkling Styling Palace; it’s mostly a clothing shop but Mina, Toru Hagukure and Aoyama together are a styling dream team. They helped me with the beauty pageants. We also have the Yaoyorozu’s Properties, the gym, the Bank of Iida, the Todoroki Supermarket, and Yuuie Hospital and of course the town hall.”

Nejire juts her thumb to Eri: “Your little tour guide here knows where everything is.”

Lizelle smirks at Eri: “And why do you know everything?”

Eri giggled, finishing up her milkshake.

Nejire smiled: “Sheriff Aizawa wanted to make sure if anything happened, Eri knows all the safe places to go to.”

Lizelle nods with a small smile: “That sounds like Dadzawa.”

As the two finishes up, Lizelle pulls out her wallet. Fatgum quickly pops through the window.

“Uh uh, It’s on the house.”

“You sure?”

“Of course, especially for my favourite customer,” He winks at Eri with broad grin.

Lizelle grins: “Thanks for everything. The food was delicious. And thanks for all the info Nejire.”

The blue haired waitress waves at her as they exit.

Eri points out Ojiro’s dojo and Denki’s Electrics across the street and the vet next door to the diner. They cross the town square over to the library with a clock tower on top of the corner of the building. Across the street at the corner was Sato’s Bakery and next to it Sero’s Restaurant. Next to them was Mina’s hair salon and connected to it Aoyama’s Twinkling Styling Palace.

Lizelle giggled at the name.

Next to the library was Yaoyorozu’s Properties and on the corner Amajiki’s Flower shop.

“Wanna stop by the library real quick? I want to ask the librarian something.”

Eri nodded and the two headed in. Lizelle sighed in relief at coolness compared to beating sun outside. There was a little dark haired girl with purple eyes a few years older than Eri sitting in a dark corner reading by a low light. A dark haired man with Goth makeup came from the office behind the desk. Eri waved to him.

She gave a whispered greeting: “Hi Tokoyami.”

“Hi Eri,” He whispered back in a pretty deep voice.

Huh this man’s makeup makes him look like crow or raven. Cool.

“Hi, I’m Fumikage Tokoyami, how can I help?”

“Oh hi! I’m Lizelle, I’m new to town. I was wondering with there are any positions open here.”

Tokoyami shook his head: “Not at the moment, but if you don’t mind working part time, we always accept volunteers. On certain days we are busier, especially when exam season comes.”

Lizelle nods with a smile: “Yeah I don’t mind.”

Lizelle gives Tokoyami her contact information. Lizelle waves Eri over for them to leave. Lunch is soon if they want to make it on time for Shinso’s break. Tokoyami hands Eri an apple with small smile. The two wave goodbye. As they leave they hear Tokoyami talk to the other girl:

“Shadow, do not read by such a low light. It is not good for your eyes.”

“But I don’t like the bright light!”

Lizelle smiled as the door closes. Must be brother and sister.

Lizelle and Eri continue down the street. They stop outside Tamaki’s flower shop to smell some of the flowers outside. Lizelle looked at bouquet of white and red roses with a smile on her face. She always liked the beauty more than the smell. Mostly flowers smell like plants to her. There are very few flowers’ smells she actually likes.

Lizelle looks from smiling at Eri to through the window when she spots movement from her peripheral vision. Just in time to see an indigo haired man duck out of sight. Lizelle tilts her head to side. He peaks around but ducks back upon noticing she is still looking. Lizelle gives a small smile at the man’s shyness. She offers him small wave before ushering Eri along.

They turn right to the main street. Then a turn left to walk to the hospital. Walking in, up to the front desk, Lizelle asks if Dr. Hitoshi Shinso is on his break. The woman about to ask the reason why she wants to see him, spots Eri. She smiles and waves the two on ahead while giving directions to his office. Eri leads the way.

Knocking on the door, Lizelle hears Shinso’s tired: “Come in.”

“Hey doc, got time for lunch?”

Shinso looks up and smirks: “Hey Lizzy. Hey Eri!”

Eri runs up to him and he easily picks her.

“Yeah sure lunch. We can do that.”

The three sit down in the cafeteria.

“So you enjoying your time here so far?” Shinso asks around the bad cup of coffee.

“Oh yeah this place is great. Everyone is so friendly. Well mostly everybody.”

Shinso frowns, confused before he asks concerned: “You didn’t run in to the league did you? Dadzawa would have their heads.”

Lizelle shakes her head: “Not really. Just saw one of the members. Nothing happened.”

“Ok good. How’s the living situation?”

“Pretty good. Thanks for okaying the use of your room.”

“Sure.”

“Other than that, it is nice. But I would like my own place.”

Shinso gets a thoughtful look: “And a roommate?”

“I wouldn’t mind a roommate. Helps with rent and stuff.”

“How about...” Shinso puts down his cup, “You move in with me?”

“At your apartment?”

“Yeah the apartment building next to the Post office. I have a spare room/ loft. Also I’m barely home because of the hours at the hospital. It will be more like your apartment and I crash there.”

Lizelle giggles: “I know you can’t help it but you should stop overworking yourself.”

He shrugs: “So what do you say? Once you get a job you can start helping with rent if you want to, but you don’t need to. I make more than enough with a doctor salary. Besides I can’t help much cleaning wise and stuff, so the least I can do is pay the rent.”

Lizelle sighs: “Hitoshi I can’t expect you...”

Shinso holds up his hand: “I want to. I have no problem paying the rent but it’s going to waste because I’m barely there. So whaddya say?”

Lizelle thinks about: “I mean free place, not too far from Eri-them, nearby possible work place...”

Shinso smiled and sat up to reach into his pocket.

Lizelle looks up as she makes her decision: “Ok sure I would love to. Oh!”

She backs a little when she found keys in front of her face.

“Here are the keys to the apartment building and my flat. Go take a look at it. If your decision is completely final we can go make you a copy.”

Lizelle takes the keys and smiles gratefully at Shinso: “Thank you. I really appreciate this.”

Shinso just smirks: “It’s not a problem. You’re family. If we switched places you would have done the same.”

Lizelle nods: “True.”

When his break was over, Lizelle and Eri say goodbye and head back. They stop by the park for a bit while Eri plays with some of her friends.

Lizelle stands at the edge to watch Eri when a siren rings through the air. Lizelle jumps and looks behind her to see Aizawa climb out of the sheriff car.

“What’s with the siren?”

“Easy way to get your attention.”

Lizelle smirks: “Well you got it. Here to arrest me officer?”

Aizawa chuckles: “So how is everything?”

“Great. Eri showed me around, I have places for possible jobs and I have a place to live.”

Aizawa raises an eyebrow.

“Shinso offered me his flat because he is barely there because of his hours and the rent is technically going to waste.”

Aizawa sighs and shakes his head: “That boy works hard. Too hard sometimes. I told him he is more than welcome to stay at home. He didn’t listen.”

“Sometimes people gotta learn by bumping their own heads even when you wanna protect them.”

“Unfortunately. So his apartment?”

“Mhm. He gave me the keys to go check it out. Then we will make my own copy.”

Aizawa nods: “Alright. I can take Eri off your hands if you want.”

Lizelle shakes her head: “Nah that’s okay. I’m good with taking care of Eri for the rest of day.”

“You sure?”

Lizelle nods.

“Ok. Well I got to get back to work. Eri!”

Eri runs over with excitement. The two hug.

“I’ll see you two later tonight.”

“Bye Daddy!” “Bye Dadzawa!”

Lizelle let’s Eri play for a little while longer before they head for the apartment.

Outside parked on the street was a gold motorcycle with red wings and the words ‘Fierce Wings’ on the side. Lizelle nodded impressed before opening up the front door and letting Eri through.

At the mailboxes in the wall stand a man a couple inches taller than Lizelle with feathery blond hair. He wore a tan jacket with two red wings printed on the back, continuing onto the sleeves. Considering he was putting packages and letters into the mailboxes with a big bag slung across his body, Lizelle assumed he is the mailman and that the bike outside is his.

Lizelle started up the stairs.

“Hi Mr. Hawks,” Eri greets the man.

He turns slightly to greet her, only slightly seeing Lizelle before she disappears up the stairs.

Hawks blinks slightly before shrugging.

Eri joins Lizelle as they go to the third floor. 3A, here it is.

She unlocks the door and lets Eri in first. It was small but decently sized with a lot of woodwork. Lizelle snorted. This is very cottage-core. Too much for you, Shinso. But the rest of the apartment was more Shinso. Minimally decorated with just the basic essentials aka – does anybody even actually live here? Oh and coffee.

The place was in good condition from just a brief look, just a bit dusty and dirty, Lizelle noted. Eri showed her around while Lizelle smiled at how cute Eri was. Up the stairs were the loft and the other bedroom. Once again minimally decorated and mostly empty.

“Are you gonna stay with Toshi from now on?”

“Uh yeah, I think I am,” Lizelle sits next to her on the bed, noticing a slight twinge of sadness from Eri even though her face doesn’t say anything.

Lizelle slightly bumps shoulders: “Don’t worry; I’m still going to see you all the time. Who do you think is gonna babysit you?”

She nuzzles her nose against Eri’s playfully, grinning at Eri’s giggle, sadness gone.

The two lock up and leave, bring Shinso’s keys back for him and head home.

Seeing nobody else home yet she decides to get head start on dinner. She hears Eri watching TV and by the sound of it, it was some superhero anime. Lizelle smiles as Eri cheers for the heroes. Considering the back story of Eri, it’s no wonder she has a great love for heroes. Lizelle growled slightly, thinking of Eri’s past. If I ever get my hands on that abusive foster father of hers... Thank goodness Mirio had noticed the signs of something wrong at her house; first the wounds on her arms, explained away by saying she’s reckless and clumsy even though Eri was the gentlest and most careful of all the kids in his class; and second Eri’s hesitancy to go home. Mirio got Izuku involved and using his high position in town along with some others’ help including the Deputy Mayor Mirai Sasaki, they were able to save Eri.

Lizelle had heard the story from Shinso and Mic. She was happy to meet two of Eri’s saviours today, but didn’t want to say anything in front of Eri in case of trauma triggers. Lizelle quickly focuses back on the food to avoid burning it. She giggles as she is reminded of this morning with Mic and the pancakes. No wonder people who don’t know us think we are related.

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After dinner and telling Mic and Aizawa about their day, Lizelle helps Mic wash up as Aizawa takes Eri upstairs to get her ready for bed.

“So which job do you think of going after?” Mic asks as he dries the plates.

“Well Tokoyami from the library has my contact details if he ever needs my help, but I am thinking of maybe doing some part-time at the diner and maybe somewhere else as well. At least like secretary or cashier considering I don’t have the skills to help at the other aspects of the businesses here.”

Mic nods: “Well, that sounds good. After all you won’t have to worry too much about money with the rent being Shinso’s responsibility and you do need the time to work on your real career. But hey...”

Mic puts a gentle hand on Lizelle’s shoulder so she focuses on him.

“... Don’t go throwing yourself out there and stressing yourself out too much. I know you and I know that’s what you’ll do. You are away from your family. You have no one to prove yourself to here and us to support you. And don’t listen to those negative little voices inside your head because you know those are your family’s words and thoughts, not your own.”

Lizelle smiles and gives Mic a hug: “Thanks Papa Mic.”

The two finish up and retire for the night. Everything here is perfect...

A little too perfect.

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beckyandrick · 2 years

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See you later, Boston! ❤️

It’s been just over a week since we packed up our home and took a one way flight to San Jose, Costa Rica. The last 10 days or so before the move was a whirlwind. I think it was only as I sat down on the plane that I started to process it all.

This move has been the definition of bittersweet. We absolutely LOVED our life in Boston. We made lifelong friends as a family, Kai had a great school community, we loved living in Southie, the northeast is the perfect combination of seasons for outdoor sports all year long, I am having so much fun in my job, Rick fell in love with mountain biking in the area and it has been so great to be a short flight from the grandparents. To say it’s been hard to leave is an understatement.

The week before we left was a series of ‘see you later’ events. Not goodbye…because if there’s anything I’ve learned from moving countries 3 times in the last decade it’s that the world can be a really small place if you make it that way.

Thanks to our sweet friend Julia for organizing, Kai got one last Southie beach day with her buddies and we all got to give and get plenty of hugs.

Seeing her give Ben a big hug was hard. He was probably her first good buddy in Boston and they’ve spent countless hours swimming, fishing, biking and even doing little triathlons together. But all the more reason to get together again soon!

Then I had to say ‘see you later’ to my Thursday running crew. These girls have been my sanity…especially during the pandemic lockdown when the only thing we could really do was run and chat. We’ve celebrated birthdays, milestones, achievements and each other on those early morning runs. I’m so grateful for this crew and for the effort to get together for a nice dinner out before we left (thank you Juli for organizing and coming home from Canada!!). These girls clean up well! ;) I may have ugly cried all the way home after our last run together. ❤️

The ‘see you later’ we all dreaded was Kai’s best friend Eliza. They are both only children and really created a bond the last few years. Eliza’s mom described the move well…their first broken heart. 😢 The girls soaked up lots of play dates and sleepovers the last few weeks and have already been texting and calling each other from afar. I’m hopeful that technology will keep this girls close until we can get together again. ❤️

We got super lucky during our time in Southie with a bit of Ohio. First, we hit the jackpot with our townhouse neighbors. Kara, Bill, ‘baby Thayer’ who grew up before our eyes and became big brother to ‘baby Shep’ are also from Ohio. So we bonded over the Buckeyes and small town Ohio. We had pizza dinners across our respective rooftops at the height of the pandemic and enjoyed watching the kids play and grow together the last several years. Kai would always excitedly run downstairs anytime she heard the boys playing out back. We didn’t anticipate just how hard it would be to leave the family we’ve almost lived with over the past 4 years. Thanks for being amazing neighbors and friends!

And finally, our other piece of home we have had is my cousin Megan. Megan moved to Southie last summer to start her career after graduating from Ohio State. After having ‘Meggy Megan’ babysit once, Kai would never accept any other sitter. So we planned our date nights around Megan’s availability and everybody won! It’s been sooo nice to have family in the neighborhood! Take care of Southie for us, Meg!

And just like that, the house was packed and it became real.

Ashe left with pet transport the day before we did. While we always know they take such great care of our dogs…it’s a hard moment. If only we could tell him what’s happening and we’ll see him soon. 🥹

We had been so busy checking items off the list just to get it all done that it all seemed to happen in a blink of an eye and next thing we knew we were at the airport…with 7 bags, one bike, multiple carryons and heavy hearts.

My good friend Julia drove us to the airport (thank you, thank you!) so after some quick tears and hugs, we were off.

As the saying goes…how lucky I am to have something so hard to say goodbye to. It’s so true.

While we are thrilled about the next chapter in Costa Rica, our Boston chapter was pretty amazing, thanks to the people who became our family. We love you all and miss you already. Come to Costa Rica!!

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Supermarket sweep

#Supermarket sweep full

#Supermarket sweep series

#Supermarket sweep tv

You had to make sure you were all the way to the side or there could have been an accident.It’s been a long time since we’ve “Heard the beep” on Supermarket Sweep, my personal favorite game show of all time. Even in the aisles, you had to be careful if you and your cameraman were running and another group was coming down that aisle. “A little bit bigger than a bodega in the city” was how Futia described the supermarket set that was built for the 1990s revival of the series. THE “SUPERMARKET” WAS REALLY, REALLY SMALL. And it’s the weirdest things that were expensive, like hoses.” 10. “When you’re taping the show before the … Supermarket Sweep round, you get about 10 minutes or so to walk around the supermarket so you can see the prices,” Futia told The A.V. To prevent contestants from looking like chickens running around with their heads cut off, the show allowed them some time to strategize. “But if you lost, your consolation prize was that you got to keep the sweater-but you didn’t get to keep the dickey.” 9. Talk about dated fashion: “By winning, we didn’t get to keep the sweaters because we got paid,” Futia recalled to The A.V. Then they call you back and you tape the first segment.” 8. So you had 48 people just in a room, and the first thing they tape is your introduction where you run down to the camera and everybody gets introduced to David Ruprecht. “That day, I want to say they were taping something like eight shows. It could be a 12- to 14-hour day because there are three pairs of people on each show,’” Futia explained to The A.V. “We literally got in a room when we got called back for the actual taping, and they said, ‘Be prepared to be here. Most of that time consisted of waiting around. Club, “so they taped all the episodes, and you didn’t even know if you were going to get the money if you won unless it aired, which could be six months later, because they then had to sell it.” On the bright side: Even if you didn’t collect, at least you could always say you played Supermarket Sweep. “It was a syndicated show,” Mike Futia explained to The A.V. WINNING DURING THE TAPING DIDN’T GUARANTEE YOU’D ACTUALLY COLLECT YOUR WINNINGS. I felt pretty confident that we’d get the callback to have a taping.” 6. “And you could sense it was because they wanted to see if you were slouching and things like that. “When we were going through the process, they put you in a room with a few other people and ask you sample questions,” former contestant Mike Futia recalled to The A.V.

#Supermarket sweep tv

Supermarket Sweep was a TV show, after all, and vibrant personalities have always made for good television. With one cart, you could beat everybody.” 5. get five of all these expensive health and beauty products. “Instead of five hams and five turkeys that load up your cart, you. “Those who won,” Ruprecht told Great Big Story. Pro tip: Heading for the beauty aisle instead of the meat freezer could very well have won you the game. “They got $5000 but they didn’t get their sweatshirts,” said Ruprecht. And according to Great Big Story, they didn’t get to keep their sweatshirts either. Given what Ruprecht said above, contestants were probably thankful that they didn’t get to keep the food. “A lot of the food, having been thrown in and out of the carts for three, four months had gotten pretty beaten up.” 3. “We shot for about five months every year and they used the same food over and over again,” Ruprecht admitted to Great Big Story. And that’s not telegenic, so they wanted to get rid of that.” 2. Club saying, “Everything that was meat, cheese-all that was fake because they’d get the meat juices on their sweaters. In a special for Great Big Story, former host David Ruprecht confirmed, “All the meat was fake.” Former contestant Mike Futia reaffirmed the fact to The A.V. Relive the high of Supermarket Sweep with these fun facts about the game show.

#Supermarket sweep series

Revivals of the series stopped filming in 2003, but there's good news for fans who can't let the dream of appearing on the game show die: Deadline reports that it's about to make a television comeback.

#Supermarket sweep full

On it, pairs of contestants would race through supermarket aisles, attempting to pack their carts full of the most valuable items, in between quiz-style segments. Back in the day, you couldn’t watch the show-which debuted in 1965-without fantasizing about reenacting it at your local grocery store. Thanks to a recent deleted SNL scene in which host Melissa McCarthy lost her mind on a segment of Supermarket Sweep, we started reminiscing about the heart-pumping, family-friendly game show back in early 2016.

#Supermarket sweep

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novaiya · 3 years

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Good Things Come in Three - Arthur/Reader/Sadie (NSFW)

Summary: You and Arthur skip the gang's celebratory party in favor of some alone time, barely closing the door of the hotel room before freeing each other of your clothes. Naked and on the bed, you almost get down to business when Sadie knocks on your door, asking if she could join the fun. You didn't expect the night to take such a turn, but that's not to say you're opposed to what she's suggesting.

Words: 5,157

Warnings: threesome, girl on girl kissing, face sitting, honestly, nothing too out of the line, just some good ol' F/F/M

A/N: I've wanted to write an RDR2 threesome for months now, and finally, it happened! Hopefully there'll be more to cum (lol) I actually have a rough draft of a Arthur/Reader/Charles sitting in my folder, so maybe I'll do something with it soon. Also, I'm going to horny jail.

AO3 Link.

With successful completion of a big score came a big celebration. The job was two weeks in the making and involved half a dozen members of the gang, you included. A small bank in a cholera ridden town, though heavily guarded with lawmen both inside and around it; you knew there was more to it. After a little bit more digging, you discovered that one of the residents of town struck gold and was keeping his findings there for the time being. It took careful planning and rigorous preparations but on the chosen day, you were all ready.

Contrary to how the gang’s plans often went, this one went rather smoothly (probably due to inclusion of you and Sadie, women’s touch as they say) and not a day later the gang was about $40,000 richer, a few gold bars heavier and miles away.

The spirits were high; Not only did the job go smoothly, but nobody got hurt or caught. Dutch was ecstatic and decided that celebration was in order. As soon as you came upon a town with a functioning saloon in it, all the horses and the wagons were stopped and everybody went inside.

The saloon, which only a few minutes before was quiet and deserted, with only the barman standing and polishing the empty glasses, quickly filled with two dozen of the gang members and their combined laughs, cheers and songs.

“What’s your name, mister?” Dutch said to the barman as the gang filed into the saloon.

“Howard, sir.”

“Howard,” Dutch repeated as he shook Howard’s hand and inconspicuously slid a few bills into his hand. “These people,” he said and motioned to the members that had already scattered themselves around the saloon, some at the poker table, some by the bar stock. “They had a rough go at it. Can you please make sure they have a pleasant evening?”

“Well, of course, sir!” Howard beamed, already putting the bills in his back pocket. “I’ve been serving drinks at this saloon since before the war, sir, I know what people need.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Dutch said, patting Howard on the back. “Now, people,” he turned his attention to the gang, his voice raising a few octaves. “Tonight, we celebrate. I want all of you to enjoy yourself. Drink, eat, gamble and do whatever else you want, as much as you want. You deserve it.”

Dutch’s address was met with loud cheers and long applause and thus, the night began.

The last time Howard served so many people so quickly was in ’65 when the war ended. Yet, even then he didn’t remember having to go into the basement to bring more stock and having to wake up his sons so they could help serve the patrons quicker. As he filled each glass to the brim, he wondered how people could drink so much.

You wondered too as you watched your fellow gang members down one drink after another after another. Some fared better than others. Dutch and Hosea, preferring to enjoy their liquor rather than get wasted, sat in the corner of the room by the fire, nursing their whiskey and already planning their next move. Lenny, still being young and inexperienced, was already dancing hand in hand with Sean, who despite not being new to drinking, couldn’t hold his liquor. Pearson, along with Uncle, started playing their instruments and added live music to the mix of singing, laughter and talking that already filled the saloon. Even Charles joined in on harmonica a few times.

Howard wondered what the lot of you did to call for such a celebration, but he knew better than to ask questions. The money was paid and the drinks were sold; that’s all that mattered.

To say that you were tipsy was an understatement. Perhaps drinking a shot of whiskey and chasing it with a beer was not a good idea, but good ideas rarely made their way into your head, especially when running with the Van Der Linde gang. You were sitting in Arthur’s lap, your arms draped lazily over his form, your head on his shoulder. The two of you were sitting at the poker table, with the other players being Javier, John and Micah. All four of the men were far too drunk to make the right moves or plan their strategies, yet it didn’t stop them from gambling their share of the bank job and hoping for the best.

Unsurprisingly to you, Arthur was winning. Out of all the four men, he was the least inebriated (no thanks to his big size and ability to hold liquor), and even when the drinks were not in play, Arthur was generally a good player, knowing when to hold, to fold, or to walk away. Each time he won some, you’d land a kiss on his neck or his cheek and whisper in his ear, “Good job, love.” The stoic, ruthless gunslinger would turn into mush at your words and your touch, and with a pink blush on his cheeks would say, “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Despite enjoying a game of poker from time to time yourself, you found yourself a little bored and were looking forward to when the game would finish. As you sat in Arthur laps, waiting for the men to call it a night, your eyes traveled over the saloon, taking in the scenery around. It was a nice change to see the gang members so happy and carefree, the only thing on their mind, their next drink.

As you scanned the room, your eyes met with Sadie’s. She was leaning against the bar stock with a drink in her hand. You couldn’t read the exact look in her eyes; it was fierce, determined and hot. Hot. That’s exactly how you felt under her gaze. You shifted under Arthur, suddenly too aware that you were sitting on his lap. He groaned a little, one of his hands coming up to your hip to stop your movements.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he said under his breath, loud enough only for you to hear. You could still feel Sadie’s gaze, could see it from the corner of your eyes. His hand massaged your hip a little and he added, “I’m almost done here. Wanna go upstairs?”

A salacious smile, fueled by the alcohol in your veins and Arthur’s body against yours spread on your lips, and you hid your head in the crook of his neck, whispering, “You know I do.”

Arthur chuckled, before turning back to the game.

“All in,” he said.

Javier dropped out, but John and Micah went along, going all in.

One card up, second card up.

“Yes!”

You almost jumped out of Arthur’s lap as he roared, scooping up his winnings in no time.

John groaned, dropping his head onto the table with a loud thud, already preparing himself for Abigail’s wrath as soon as she would find out. Micah, on the other hand, was fuming, and his face was almost as red from the rage as his shirt. “Stupid game,” he said as he got up from the table and went to the barman, getting himself another drink.

“I got lady luck in my lap,” Arthur said before turning his head to you, capturing your lips in a kiss. You moaned against his lips and waved your fingers through his hair, not caring even a bit at the John and Javier present, the latter even whistling at your display of love. One of his hands was on your hip, and the other started to make its way up your leg and under your skirt, dangerously close to the hem of your drawers.

You broke the kiss, panting slightly, and said, “How about we get a room?” you said before kissing his jaw and adding, “Unless you want to take me right here at the table.”

He could feel himself stiffen at your words, and without wasting anymore time, got up from the chair and took your hand in his. No one paid you and Arthur any attention as you traversed through the saloon, everybody too busy with their own conversations or drink, except for Sadie. You could feel her eyes the entire time as you walked across the room to the stairs, and your mouth felt dry when you walked right past her, her deep, brown eyes staring right into your soul and calling out to something. As you walked up the stairs, you turned back one last time, and saw her sending you a warm, though hinting, smile.

The two of you giggled and laughed as you tried to undress each other, the alcohol doing its job at making your fingers nimble.

He pushed you against the door as he ravished your mouth, making your head feel dizzy and your need for air almost as strong as the need for Arthur. When he broke away from your lips, his mouth turned to attacking your neck, leaving kisses and hickeys all up and down the column of your neck as his hands worked on undoing the buttons of your blouse.

“Oh my god, Arthur,” you moaned, your eyes closed as Arthur finally discarded your blouse and revealed your chest to him, his mouth landing on one of your nipples while his fingers worked on the other.

“Been hard since the moment you sat your pretty little ass down on my lap,” he groaned against your chest. He sucked on one of your nipples, covering it in his spit before adding, “Thought of taking you right then and there when I felt your nipples brush against me.”

“Fuck,” you moaned, your fingers in his hair as he placed his mouth back on your chest, giving your other nipple the same treatment.

“You sure were as good with them cards tonight as you are with your mouth,” you said breathlessly when he released your nipple.

“Darlin’,” he said, his voice dropping an octave and having a dangerous edge to it, “There’s a lot of things I’m good at.”

“Then show me, cowboy,” you said as you pushed him a little before dropping your skirt together with your drawers on the ground, presenting yourself to Arthur in all your naked glory. He could feel his mouth go dry upon seeing your body, illuminated by a faint light from the lantern. No matter how many times he saw you naked, you always managed to take his breath away and wonder what he did to deserve a creature as marvelous as you.

He picked you up effortlessly and carried you to the bed. The cotton sheets felt cool and soft against your skin as Arthur laid you down before covering your body with his, his mouth on yours in seconds.

“Too many clothes,” you mumbled against his lips and pulled on his suspenders, the strap hitting him with an audible slap when you released it.

He didn’t waste much time, pushing his suspenders to the side and pulling out his shirt before throwing it on the floor, revealing his golden chest and torso to your eyes. You ran your hand up his torso, through the light blonde hair that covered it and up to his chest where you could hear his heart beat wildly. His hands were on his pants, ready to pull them down and reveal his leaking cock when a knock on the door froze both of you. You both darted your heads to the door, wondering who and for what reason would knock on your door. Perhaps it was one of your drunk friends, lost and trying to find an available room.

When neither of you answered, keeping still and quiet despite your breathing hard and heavy, a voice spoke from behind the door.

“It’s Sadie,” she said as if mentioning that it’s her and not one of the drunken boys would make a difference and by god, it did.

Her intense stare flashed before your eyes and you once again felt the weight of it over you. Perhaps the alcohol was doing it’s job, making you bolder and daring, but you turned your eyes at Arthur, searching for something in them; a visible ‘no’, a confusion or some sort of opposition, but when none came, you turned back towards the door and said, “Come in.”

You saw the doorknob twist before the door opened with an audible creak. As soon as Sadie passed through the threshold and closed the door behind her, her eyes landed on the two of you on the bed.

Arthur was just in his pants, situated between your naked, spread legs. Her eyes raked over his golden chest down to the bulge in his pants before darting to you, your nipples perky and at attention, your chest rising and falling each time you took a breath. It didn’t miss you when she licked her lips, her eyes still on your naked body.

“I…” she began, sounding just a hint sheepish, “I’m interested in joining. If it's okay with the two of you that is.”

You could feel yourself clench around nothing and your heart rate pick up a few beats upon hearing her words. From the way she occasionally watched you and Arthur engaging in some PDA and the looks the two of you would often share, you could feel something more than friendly feelings floating in the air. It would be a lie if you said you weren’t curious; Sadie was a beautiful woman; from her piercing brown eyes, to her full lips and her dirty blonde hair. You caught yourself thinking that she reminded you of Arthur in some ways, both of them having a similar, burning fire in them, bravery that could rival anyone else’s in the gang as well as a softer, caring side. Maybe that’s why you liked her and weren’t opposed to what she was suggesting.

You licked your lips and was more than ready to say yes, but turned to Arthur. After how long the two of you had been together, you didn’t need to use words to communicate. You looked at him, raising your brows slightly, silently asking, “Are you okay with this?” He gave you a lopsided grin, nodding his head just a tiny bit, his way of saying, “If you are, I am.”

You smiled before biting your lip and turning your head to Sadie. Arthur moved to the side, making room for you so you could get up from the bed. “Join us,” you said when you came to stand next to her, taking her hand in yours. She flashed you a smile, the one that was making you weak in the knees, before one of her hands made its way to the back of your head, bringing your head closer to hers. You could feel her breath against your lips, could smell the strong scent of whiskey on them. It felt that just by inhaling the scent, you were getting more intoxicated.

Her lips were soft and warm as she pressed them against yours, stealing your breath away as she kissed you. You tangled your fingers in her hair, deepening the kiss and moaning against her mouth when she slipped her tongue in. All tongue and teeth, the kiss was desperate and needy, as if the two of you were starving for each other. Arthur could do nothing but watch as the two of you kissed, his mind on fire at looking at one of the most erotic things he’s ever seen in his life. He could feel himself become rock hard to the point of pain, and palmed his erection through his pants, trying to relieve some of the tension.

Her clothes dropped on the floor in a pile as you helped to disrobe her, your lips not leaving her for more than a few seconds as you helped her pull her blouse over her head and her pants down. Your lips were swollen and wet when the two of you finally broke apart, lazy grins on your faces. You turned around to look at Arthur; he looked desperate and needy as he sat on the bed, his cock already in his hands, rock solid, leaking and red at the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and you smiled at Sadie before the two of you made your way to Arthur.

“Ladies,” he groaned as the two of you got up on the bed, making your way to Arthur like panthers to their prey. You pushed his hand aside, replacing it with yours. If there was heaven, then this was certainly it, Arthur thought when he watched the two of you bring your lips to his cock, your mouth on his tip while Sadie’s on his base. He fought back the urge to snap his hips forward, pushing more of himself in your mouth, and decided to simply take what the two of you were giving him. While you sucked on his head, popping the head in your mouth from time to time before sucking on it, Sadie was kissing up and down his cock, making a mess as her spit covered him from the base to the middle. Arthur couldn’t help but twitch when she took one of his balls in her mouth, and you took his cock deeper, the head hitting the back of your throat. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he moaned loud, perhaps too loud, at all the attention he was getting.

Thankfully, the two of you didn’t torture him for too long or otherwise he was sure he would’ve been cumming down your throat within minutes. As Sadie popped his balls from her mouth, and you took his cock out of yours, you kissed once again. Neither of you minded the taste of the man on each other’s lips, perhaps even chasing it as your tongues clashed against each other.

You turned to look at Arthur, your eyes almost completely black and full of lust, and said, “Arthur, I want you to fuck Sadie.” Your hands ran up his cock, giving a few slow, sensual strokes and earning a groan from him before adding, “I want her to feel how good your cock is.”

To say that he was expecting the night to go down like this would be a lie, but that’s not to say that he wasn’t enjoying it. He didn’t trust his words, so he simply nodded his head and pushed his hips a little for emphasis.

Sadie’s hand was in yours as she moved to straddle Arthur, his cock right against her nether lips. He could feel her witness coating his member, the heat from her lips already spreading over him. Arthur held himself in his hand as Sadie lowered herself on his cock, moaning at the stretch of being filled by him, pleasure bordering on pain from how thick he was. You kissed her all over, her neck, her cheeks, her lips, her chest, as she took him inch by inch, her breathing ragged and her eyes closed. When he was all the way in, his pelvis flush with her, it was as if everybody breathed a sigh of relief. Sadie felt full, unbelievably so, and without even moving, she could already feel unbelievable pleasure filling her.

You lowered your head to Arthur’s, kissing over his neck before bringing your lips to his ear and said, “Make her feel good, Arthur.”

The first pull and push of his cock had Sadie cry out in pleasure, her face contorted in ecstasy as Arthur pushed deep inside her. His hands were on her hips as he held her in place, pistoling his cock in and out of her wet channel. You could feel your wetness run down your legs as you watched her, so lost in pleasure and so beautiful as she moaned.

With his hands still on her hips, he turned his face to you, capturing your lips in a kiss. You could feel his hunger and desperation as his tongue danced around your’s, making your head spin from the intensity of the kiss.

When he broke away, a spit connecting your lips just for a moment, he said, “I want to feel you too.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. With excitement and lust and arousal coursing through your veins, you sat up on the bed before swinging your legs over Arthur’s head and bringing your soaked pussy over his mouth. He removed one of his hand’s from Sadie’s hips (who was now riding him in earnest herself, taking her pleasures from his cock) and placed it on one of your thighs to bring you down over his mouth.

Your moans joined Sadie’s as Arthur sucked on your sopping lips, before diving his tongue right into your hole. The room filled with nothing but sounds of moans, groans and skin slapping against skin. Perhaps, if someone looked up a definition of hedonism, a picture of the three of you would be there, indulging in your most basic carnal desires and chasing your pleasures.

With your eyes closed and your mouth open, you could do nothing but shake with pleasure as Arthur ate you out, his skillful tongue working between plunging itself into your hole and sucking on your clit. The feeling of Sadie’s hand on your cheek made you open your eyes. She was completely debauched, her face flush from arousal, her pussy wet and dripping as Arthur fucked into her. She brought your face to hers and kissed you, her tongue pushing past your lips right away. From Arthur tongue in your pussy to Sadie’s in your mouth, you could feel yourself nearing the edge.

“Fuck!” Sadie cried out, breaking away from your lips as her orgasm washed over her like a tsunami. Arthur didn’t let up for a moment, pistoling his hips in and out of her quivering hole until she couldn’t take it anymore. She felt herself gush all over him as he brought her to the peak of pleasures to the point where it was becoming all too much and she had to stop. She breathed heavily as she recovered, sitting to the side and waiting for the ringing in her ears to pass.

Satisfied with making one of the women happy, Arthur turned his full attention to you, both of his hands on your thigh, bringing you impossible close to his face, so much so that you wondered how he breathed.

“Arthur,” you moaned as he fucked you with his tongue and brought his thumb to play with your clit.

Sadie was at your side then, kissing down your neck till she reached your nipple and sucked on it.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, tears welling in your eyes as all the sensations were becoming too much. “You’re gonna make me cum,” you said to both of them, and not a moment later, you did.

You kept riding Arthur’s face as you chased your orgasm, crying his and Sadie’s name as they kept bringing you higher and higher. After a few more moments, you finally came to a stop, your thighs still shaking as Arthur helped you from his face down to the bed, laying at one of your sides while Sadie laid at your other. He kissed up and down your neck, leaving small bites and hickeys all over, while Sadie kissed over your chest, marking you as well.

Only after a few moments did it dawn on you that despite making the two of you cum and see stars, Arthur still hasn’t, his cock rock hard.

As if thinking the same thing, Sadie looked up at your from between your breasts, saying, “I wanna watch him fuck you,” before licking your nipple.

You moaned at that, your pussy twitching in anticipation, and looked at Arthur.

You were still sensitive from your orgasm, but you wanted to watch Arthur cum, so you spoke against his lips. “Arthur, please.”

He could never say no to you, not when you spoke his name with such a need in your voice. He smiled against your lips, brushing his nose against yours before saying, “Anything for you, darlin’.”

You parted your thighs to accommodate him and licked your lips when he took his cock in his hand, giving himself a few pumps before pushing just the head of his cock in. There was more than enough preparation, your own wetness and Arthur’s spit running down your pussy and your thighs, yet you still felt that familiar burn as he split you open, pushing more of himself in.

Inch by inch, he filled you, taking a pause here and there to let you get used to the feeling of him filling you to the brim. When he was all the way in, the head of his cock pushing so deep inside you you could practically taste it, you sighted his name, your head rolling back on the pillows and your fingers clawing at the sheets.

Sadie’s hand was on your lower abdomen, right where she could feel Arthur push in you.

She licked her lips before turning to him and said, “Fuck her proper, Arthur.”

The drag of his cockhead over your insides had you clench around him, the tears in your eyes coming back as your sensitive walls spasmed over him. One of your hands was clawing at the back of your pillows, the other at the sheets under you, and you could do little more than simply take Arthur’s pistoning, his cock reducing you to cries and moans of his name.

Sadie turned your head towards her, capturing your lips in her once again before speaking against them. “Tell me how good he’s making you feel,” she said.

You tried to speak, but as you opened your mouth, a moan came out as Arthur delivered a particularly rough thrust, hitting that special place inside of you. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see him smirk.

“So good, Sadie,” you finally managed. The bliss you were feeling had your mind going haywire as Arthur’s thrusts pushed you closer and closer to the edge of euphoria. “Fuck. He’s fucking me so good,” you moaned, your words no doubt feeding Arthur’s ego, making him puff out his chest more and fuck you harder into the mattress, “He’s gonna make me cum.”

Sadie smiled before kissing you once again, alternating between sucking on your tongue and delving hers into your mouth.

Arthur was at the end of his rope. He was holding out his own release, hoping to deliver you to yours first, but it was proving hard when your cunt spasmed over him each time he pushed inside. It didn’t help either that you and Sadie were all over each other, your lips against one another, your hands exploring each other’s bodies. Not even in his wildest dreams or fantasies had he seen something like this.

He placed both of his hands on the back of your thighs before pushing them up so your legs hung on his shoulder, kissing one of your ankles as he did so. Your legs twitched each time he slammed back in, the new position making him go in even deeper if that was possible, and if it wasn’t for Sadie’s mouth on yours, you were sure your scream’s would’ve definitely alerted somebody.

Delicate and slow, her hand traveled from one of your breasts, down your stomach and to your wet pussy. She could feel where Arthur was entering you again and again, the wetness around your walls making for an easy, though loud with sloppy sounds, entrance. Using two of her fingers, she started to add small circular motions around your clit, making your toes curl.

With the combination of Sadie’s fingers on your clit and Arthur’s cock in your pussy, you came, arching your back from the bed as pleasure coursed through your veins, so hard you thought you were gonna blackout from it. Sadie kissed you through it, muffling your cries and moans and screams with her mouth. The orgasm swept over you like a hurricane, leaving you completely boneless as you laid there, managing to do nothing more than keep taking Arthur’s cock.

The feeling of you spasming and tightening over him was too much for Arthur. “Fuck, darlin’, I’m close,” he said, the sweat on his face making it shiny.

With Sadie’s mouth away from yours, you managed a broken cry and a small, “Yes” moving your hips just a little to help Arthur to his release.

Sadie moved her hand from where it was near your clit to where Arthur was entering your sopping pussy again and again. With a mischievous smile, she took his balls in her hand and fondled them before saying, “Fill her up, Arthur.”

Arthur came with a heavy groan, his pace all out of rhythm as he kept pushing his cock into you, stuffing you full of his cum until you could feel it running down your thighs.

At last, he stilled, his breathing heavy as he pulled out of you and lowered your legs from his shoulder to the bed.

You could feel Arthur’s sweat drop from his forehead to yours as he bent down to kiss you, slow and tender, before dropping to your side. His head was on the pillow as he stared at the ceiling, still trying to comprehend what had just happened. On your other side, Sadie was catching her breath too, the activities you just engaged in making her previously clear complexion looking a tad bit pink. You could see a satisfied smile on her lips as she raised herself on her elbows to look at you, brushing a piece of hair out of your face before laying back down on the bed, one of her hands under her head.

As you laid there, well-fucked, satisfied and bemused, you wondered how you’d look Sadie in the eyes in the morning, when the effects of alcohol and lust would vanish, and you’d have nowhere to hide as the sun would illuminate every corner of the room. You remembered Dutch’s words, telling all of you to enjoy yourself. “As much as you want,” he specified. You’re not sure if he had this in mind when saying that.

Sadie, however, decided to not wait for the morning and spoke up now, saying, “Might I say that the two of you sure know how to fuck.”

The ease with which she spoke eased your restless nerves, and you felt yourself relax as you laughed at her words. At your side, Arthur couldn’t help but shake his head, a small smirk playing at his lips.

You knew the next morning would still bring the awkward laughs and pink blushes, but you decided you could deal with that later. Right now, you were happy to enjoy the warmness of the two bodies pressed at your sides.

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Guardian Chapter 4 final

JakexFem!MC Genre: Romance, Drama Suitable for everybody. Events during the chapter in chapter 8 Previous chapter ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Jake POV* I check the clock on the computer. It's already taking too long to arrive. I'm getting worried, should I go out looking for her? It might be risky, but I don't like her to be alone. Iwas supposed to take care of her, what if something happened to her? I put the chat window to write where she is so I can look her up, and, as if she read my mind again, she texts me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MC Jake! I've had a fight with an old lady! She stole the ingredients I needed to cook dinner Can you believe it? 😡 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I laugh at the simple idea of imagining her fighting with an old woman. She is trying way too hard to take care of me when she should be the other way around. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake And who has won the battle? MC Well… Her 😒 Jake The big MC can use her big talk on scam locksmiths, people who write to her accusing her of kidnapping. But she can't handle a old lady. MC Hey… Are you laughing at me? Jake No. ;) MC You wouldn't laugh if they wanted to hit you with a cane 😒 Jake Has she harmed you? MC No But I saw how then she pretended to fall Don't trust the old food thieves They are beasts ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I smile looking at the screen. I'm sure if she saw me, I'd be annoyed because it seemed like I was watching her like a… Well, maybe I was just amused because I haven't had that much fun with someone in a long time. I try to calm myself because my heart is beating fast. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MC I'm sorry Jake... I won't be able to cook you something good... Jake Anything you make will already be delicious. Even some popcorn. MC You are too kind to me 😞 Jake Also because I was worrying that you wouldn't make it home. MC You are worried? Jake Yes. I almost went out to look for you. MC I would have sent you a message if something had happened I had left work with my friend, who took me by car to the store But I appreciate that you wanted to come out and look for me 😉 Jake The crazy things you make me think about, MC. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shit... I think I overdid writing that. I quickly delete the message, but get another one from her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MC I've seen it! 😝 Jake I do not know what you are talking about. :) Must have been your imagination MC Hmm… 😒 Well, I'll let it go... Any special request? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't want to cook her so late, and I really don't need much. Normally, if I have to prepare something, it's usually something quick and easy to do. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake The truth is, I'll settle for just having an omelette for dinner. I don't want you to be looking for something complicated to do at this hour. MC Jake... 😥 I don't want you to leave home after having just eaten that... Jake I'm fine with that. MC You really are… I let it go this time I'll look for something to fill it with Jake Ok. Now please. Don't be late. MC I don't take long I don't want to make you miss me more 🤭 Jake See you later. MC See you soon ----MC has been disconnected---- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Miss her? I close the chat window thinking about it. Alright. I admit it. But not in front of her. Yes, I missed her.It's a pretty nice feeling to know that you're waiting for someone to come back so you can hear how their day was or simply that you can receive that person with the warmth that you miss so much. "I wonder if she's happy knowing that she has someone waiting for her..."In a big house like this for herself, surely yes, it must make her happy. I watch as she cooks dinner while I lean against the wall. She had surprised me at the computer by placing a drink behind my neck, she had bought it expressly knowing that I like it. But she didn't have to do that either... Because she saw my flushed face. Just what I don't want her to see to keep her from being right. MC is focused on cooking, with a pleasant smile, normally I would look around, listening for any sound or shadow, but now seeing her was much better. “It's rude to stare at people” she says as she grabs two plates from the cabinet. "I wasn't looking at you," I answered, crossing my arms. "I was actually… Thinking. " “Mhm… Me too. " “On something interesting at work? “ I ask, interested in her day. "More like your tattoo." She looks at me maliciously. I feel a shiver run down my spine when she says it like that. I thought that she would not be interested and would take it as normal. "You love to make me nervous, don't you?" I accept the plate and we sit on the counter in the center of the kitchen, this time the place is a bit more intimate, smaller and closer. "Am I making you nervous by asking you that?" <<Don't blush... Don't let her win...>> No matter how much I think about it, I know I do. "No" like a piece of omelette. They are better than mine. "Tattoos usually have meanings for people" MC professional mode activated. I know the feeling "and some wings…" "Go on." "I guess you want to feel the sense of freedom in some way." She rests her chin on her hands, looking at her curiously "Or perhaps feel identified with the feeling of changing places like birds when they migrate.” "Or a little of both." I admit, letting out a weak laugh. "Even outside of work you don't rest from investigating.” "And whose fault is it?" she raises an eyebrow pretending to be offended "It has already become a habit not to rest. You ‘infected’ me. " “Sorry.” "No, I was joking" a red color appears on her cheeks, along with a small smile"I haven't felt useful for a long time. In a certain part, doing this makes me happy, because I feel that they need me. That I can get it." "MC-" "But let's change the subject, no talking about work." She drinks a little water. Unlike me who has the drink that she bought me "Do you have any funny stories that happened to you?” I think a little bit. Yes. Let's change the subject or we'll be back like yesterday. I close my eyes thinking. A funny story… Only one thing comes to mind. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *MC POV* I could spend hours analyzing him, watching his every move for myself, but I want him to talk about it. Know different stories. I want to know the funny part of Jake. "I remember that I was being chased by a corrupt police officer, I must have been sixteen at the time," he begins to narrate thoughtfully. ,"When I managed to mislead him, I decided to hack the screens of the city-," "Wait, are you talking about when they put that man on screen in Snow White's dress dancing with a hula hoop?" I ask without blinking and he lets out a laugh. "It was you?! You put it?!" "Were you there?" "Yeah!" We burst out laughing. I remember that day perfectly. "The man in the video was just the policeman at a costume party," he continues, laughing. Remembering that "I saw him nervous among the people, embarrassed.” "Yes... I remember a man yelling 'Don't look! It's false! That's not me!' ” I try not to raise my voice to imitate him, and more so because it was hard for me to laugh. ”Then there were screenshots of-” ”Of messages he exchanged with smugglers.” ”Since then the case was known as 'The Snow White'.” "Luckily I didn't leave my signature and I left them the USB labeled as a farewell gift," Jake smiles proudly. "Of course I had to disappear for a while after that because of the police officer's testimony.” “It went well because you're here now.” “Since that day I worked to improve my security so they wouldn't detect me.“ Knowing that we were close makes me happy and even more knowing that Jake liked to humiliate the bad guys. Typical of a rebellious teenager. It is noted that over the years he matured and was more careful with his actions. "I wish I'd met you back then" I sit up crossing my arms at the table, happy to hear this story, "it would have been great to have met a hero." "It wasn't that big of a deal either, and I took too much of a risk doing it." "But you did the right thing." “If I didn't do it, no one would.” We stay silent. Now, our silence is no longer awkward after we became close. I get lost in his eyes that shine with mischief after that story. My heart is racing so fast… I'm sure he's hearing it. "And what about you?" He asks me, bringing me back to Earth. "Any funny stories?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Jake POV* She blinks her out of distraction. MC looks at me for a moment, then concentrates on coming up with a story. Even concentrating she looks good… I should stop thinking about this, she's going to tell me about any movement that might attract attention. “I was fifteen years old “she begins to narrate “I had gone out with my friends and well… My friends tried to get me together in a ‘subtle’ way with a boy with a boy who was a year older than us.“ “Being subtle with you, you're like a lie detector, it must have been complicated for them.“ "I didn't tell them anything, honestly, I thought it was funny," she shrugs, not caring, "and the boy was pretty cute, so why not?" "Yeah...“ Did I sound upset? She looks at me with a rather mischievous smile. Yes. "The only problem was that he lied more than he talked." She sounds annoyed and she crosses her arms, remembering that. "I noticed right away when he looked at his mobile that he had another girl, he had a tic in his right eyebrow when he said that it was the annoying little sister of his." "But she was his girlfriend." "And from another school." "What an idiot" I get angry with that guy for trying to want to go out with MC when he already having a girlfriend. Someone like her, so special, shouldn't be treated that way. Her smile widens when I insult that boy. That, or he's already thinking I'm jealous. "And what happened?" I ask more curious about the story "You rejected him, right?" "What happened is that his girlfriend appeared" she lets out a laugh, amused “she saw him very close to me from a distance and on top of that I received her screams.” <<Is it too late to get angry?>> "But I was smarter and told her that in reality he had been trying to flirt with me all the time and that he had told us that she was his sister.” "Surely he must have been surprised that you'd guessed." "Obviously." She adjusts a little, moving closer. "The girl looked at the drink that I had in my hand and asked me 'Can I?' and I replied 'With pleasure.'. She spilled the entire drink in his face. My friends were freaking out, but I couldn't help laughing. " "The guy deserved it, and I would have clapped if I'd been there." "I can assure you that if you had been there, it would have been different." Again and as always, she makes me nervous. Although it's funny that we had the same sense of justice back then: Humiliate people. "And what happened to the girlfriend?” "What happened is that she thanked me and we became friends. Currently, she is my co-worker." “A happy ending for everyone.“ "Yes... Sorry, I don't have police officers hula hooping, yours is more fun." I shake my head, giving her a calm smile.I don't care if it was something as mundane as going out with her friends, I want to know what she was like before, to meet her. When she told me that she was in the square that day I put the video on, she made me happy to know that we were close without even knowing each other's existence. If I could have made her happy, then it's perfect for me. "Believe me, it's not boring at all for me," I reply, wanting him not to feel bad for me not having a quiet adolescence "I think it helps a lot to expose a guy like that in public." “A year ago I met him." "Did he want to go on a date with you again?" I joked. "No, he thanked me for letting him know that he was an idiotic teenager and now he's married with an adorable little boy." "Then I'm right: happy ending for everyone.” "Moral: Past mistakes will help you in the future.” She looks proud because she not only gained a friend, but because she helped a man know that he was a teenager who made a mistake that she shouldn't. I like to see her like this. The dinner was spent telling us anecdotes, I decided to talk a little more about myself before being that juvenile "delinquent" that I had been. I guess I wanted to feel closer to her by telling her about mundane things. "So... At what age did you get the tattoo?" <<You're not going to let it go, are you MC?>> I throw back my head, resigned. I guess it won't hurt to tell her. "I did it when I was twenty," I answer and see her eyes wide open. "And that expression?" "It's just that I loved seeing it," she takes my hands and begins to beg, "Show me again!" "No." "Please, I want to at least take a photo.” "Why do you want a photo?” "To have proof that you're not as boring as I thought." "One: I would not take photos." "Not even with me?" "What?" A photo together? I try to compose myself, so that I don't get mixed up "And two: I'm not boring, I'm just cautious.” "You can't even let me see the details of the feathers?" She clings to me, pretending sadness “Come on Jake, just let me see even if it's the shoulder. I promise you I won't bother on this subject again. " I frown as I avoid looking at her. Well, if it's just her shoulder... I take off part of the sweatshirt and he starts looking at the tattooed feathers on it, tracing the details with his finger. "It's so beautiful…" she whispers, looking up in investigation mode. I watch how she traces the feathers. She tickles me by how delicately she does it. Her expression is serious, no longer mockery, but fascination. I can't take my eyes off of her. “Yes it is…" She shoots me a quick glance with a smile, continuing to be amused by her feathers. I wish I could give her one, so she'll have something of me when I'm gone. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *MC POV* The thought that the moment of goodbye would come made my chest ache.I see him getting ready after a dinner full of laughter this time, compared to yesterday's meal. He adjusts his backpack and stares at me, almost sorrowfully. “Well,” he says, a little sadly too “it hasn't been that long, but at least I've had a good time.” "I wish you could stay a bit longer" I admits, biting my lip nervously. "Me, too," Jake admits "but I feel like if I stay-" "Yes?" I am waiting for his sentence. He looks away, uncomfortable. Okay, I'm not going to pressure him. "Next time, you choose the plan" I pat his on the shoulder in a friendly way "and I promise we'll finish the movie to torture you more.” "I'll have to think of some movies too to make you suffer like I've been suffering." He smirks and I stop patting him. That smile is not good for my heart and my mind. He has to go and fast! He opens the door and looks at me, it seems that he doubts whether to go out or not. "I'll send you a message when I'm in a safe place. Goodbye MC.” I can't take it anymore! I pull him close and give him a kiss on the cheek, then quickly push him away and slam the door in his face. WHAT SHAME! MAYBE I SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE IT! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Jake POV* I look at the door with my hand on my cheek. She has kissed me… MC has kissed me… It has happened, hasn't it? I pull on my hood with a smile and a burning face. It has been without a doubt the best thing that has happened to me in a long time. And it has also given me the opportunity to be clear that I want to protect her forever, protect all her smiles or her tears. Whether it's from afar or up close, I will always be the guardian of MC. Bonus Chapter

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