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LOGAN HOWLETT - BONDING MOMENT

A/N: Here I am, once again, with another chapter. Chapter 8, my friends, is here and it is still sweet. I will not spoil anything, just read and enjoy.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: explicit thoughts?

Summary: The students get to know Y/N a little more.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story is suitable for mature audience.

Words: 3700+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine. This is set in AU.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST | Chapter Seven

LOGAN HOWLETT - BONDING MOMENT

Nothing interesting had happened since that night at the bar. Logan helped Y/N get back to the school and to her room. He laughed at her silliness, which caught him by surprise. Logan wasn’t the guy to laugh around. He was usually stoic and grumpy. But there were some lingering touches here and there. And yet, their bodies were like two opposite magnetic poles, pushing away. The moment she closed the door, he sighed - relieved he didn’t do anything stupid but also sad that the night was officially over.

The days went by. Logan and Bobby joined the Professor in Washington for another conference. The President wanted to meet Charles during a banquet. They were gone for a few days. Jean and Scott were still away with Remy and Hank. The school got quieter when some students went home for the weekend. There were only some kids that had a supportive system back home. Many of them were alone in this cruel world.

On Sunday, the day before Y/N became a teacher, she and JJ were sitting outside on a bench near the pond. She took him out to spend some time with him. He snuggled closer to her side. The weather got colder. Heavy clouds appeared in the sky. Halloween was approaching, and the students were excited about the celebration.

“It’s going to be so much fun,” Jerome said with a wide smile. “I’ve heard you have to make your own mask. It’s a contest, you know?” he was ecstatic. “Everyone does it. The best masks will get some rewards. It’s mostly candy. That counts as a prize.”

“Wow,” Y/N said with a chuckle. She was glad that the boy was happy at the school. “Have you been thinking about what you want to become? Or would you like some suggestions?”

He shook his head. “No, I think I know what I want to be. I’m not telling you. It will be a surprise.”

“A surprise, you say? Alright, don’t tell me anything. I want to see what you will make,” she patted his head. “Otherwise, are you happy here? Do you have everything? Do you need anything?”

He thought about it for a second. “I have everything. They gave me clothes and school supplies. Jean told me to ask for anything. But I can always come to you, right?”

“You can always come to me, Storm, Kitty, or Logan,” she said. “You can even see the Professor and talk to him. He’s the one who created this school. He’s a good man.”

JJ nodded. “Listen,” he turned his head to look at her face. “A few nights ago, I think I heard you giggle in the hallways in the middle of the night.”

Y/N blinked, and she bit the inside of her lip. “Yeah,” she nodded and cleared her throat. “I went out with some of the teachers. We had a lot of fun that night.” It was half true. She omitted the part where she got drunk.

He poked Y/N into her shoulder. “I’m eleven, I’m not stupid,” he said. “You were with Professor Logan. I heard you talk. Well, you laughed more than you talked.” That was true. Logan walked her back to her room. They talked, she giggled, and then the night was over. “By the way, he’s awesome.”

“Yeah,” she smiled, nodding. “Does Logan teach you something?”

“We have one history lesson a week with him. I like the subject a lot. History is fascinating. Plus, he knows so much about the First and Second World Wars. He gives us so much information and details. As if he was there. He’s strict, and we cannot misbehave, but I enjoy the lesson.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said with a smile. A shiver ran down her spine. The wind got colder. “Let’s head inside and have a cup of tea. I think it’s going to rain. Or Storm is having a bad day, and she changed the weather to fit her mood.”

JJ laughed. He stood up first, grabbed Y/N’s hand and helped her up on feet. He held her by the forearm as they walked inside the school. When she scanned his face again, she noticed the bruises were healed and almost invincible. He looked healthier. It made her heart warm.

As they walked down the hallway, Y/N heard a whimpering sound. It was soft, girl-like. She frowned. Instead of going to the kitchen, she followed the sound. The boy was confused. He opened his mouth to ask where she was going, until he heard it too.

Y/N walked to the lounge room, where she found a young girl sitting on the window still, silently crying. She was JJ’s age. She had curly hair and glasses on her nose. Her skin was light brown.

Carefully, Y/N approached her. She didn’t want to scare her. “Hi,” she used a gentle voice. “Are you alright?” The girl's puffy brown eyes looked up. She shook her head and continued to cry. “Oh, come here, sweet angel,” she said. Her arms spread, and she waited for the girl to accept her hug.

Surprisingly, the girl was immediately hidden in her arms, weeping into Y/N’s leather jacket. Y/N stroked her curly hair lovingly, letting her take her time. JJ took a seat on the couch and silently watched.

“You can talk to me if you want?” Y/N said after another minute. “Did something happen? Has anyone been mean to you?”

The girl's tiny fingers brushed away the hot tears. “My parents haven’t visited me for three months now,” she confessed. That broke Y/N’s heart. “They brought me here, and I never saw them again.” Her voice was low, sad. “They hate me for what I am.”

That statement broke Y/N’s heart. She understood the girl’s pain. Her loved ones gave up on her because she was a mutant. “What’s your name?”

“Nova,” she said. Her arms were tightly wrapped around Y/N’s torso, holding her close.

“Nice to meet you, Nova,” Y/N said with a smile. She rested her head on top of the girl’s. “Tell me, what is your mutation?”

“I, uh,” she hesitated. “I can scream very loudly,” she said. “It can damage your hearing.”

Y/N tilted her head to the side, thinking. “Sonic screaming,” she said out loud. “That is an interesting mutation, Nova. You have powerful vocal cords, and I’ve never met a mutant with this ability.” It wasn’t a lie.

Nova lifted her head and finally looked at Y/N. “You think so?”

“Yes,” she said with a brighter smile than before. “Every mutation is unique, and so is yours. With learning and more information, you will master your ability and know how to properly use it. All you need is time, patience and practice.”

Y/N’s goal was to shift the girl’s attention to something else. It was evident that Nova was agonising over her parents’ neglect. That’s why Y/N wanted to gain her trust, and maybe she’d feel more comfortable around her.

“What is your mutation?” she asked.

“I can create protective forcefields,” Y/N explained. “I am still trying to learn more about my mutation. I’ve heard the term Flyrokinesis, but some call it Flyrogenesis.”

“Is there a difference?”

“Yes,” Y/N nodded. “Flyrokinesis means you can only control force fields. When you can create them, it’s called Flyrogenesis. I can do both.”

“That’s so cool,” Nova sighed. “You can do so much good with your mutation. I only hurt people,” she said. Nova pushed away from Y/N but remained sitting by her side.

Y/N chuckled a little. “Well, it’s not as it seems. I hurt with my ability, too. It was unintentional, but it happened. That is why we need to practise and learn about our mutations. So we won’t hurt people again. We can use our abilities to do good.”

“My mutation is elasticity,” JJ joined the conversation. He picked the right time. Nova’s eyes turned to him. “The people that fostered me thought it was disgusting,” he said. “Now I think my mutation is unique.”

Y/N’s eyes moved to the boy. This was new information. He had never said anything about his parents before. Now she knew why. He didn’t have parents. He was in foster care. Even there, he wasn’t loved. Y/N wanted to run to him and hide him in a tight, loving hug.

“My parents have sent me here and never came to see me or take me home for the weekend,” said Nova. “I deafened my father in one ear,” she confessed. “He never looked me in the eyes again.” And she started to cry again.

“Nova?” another soft voice said from the entrance to the room. “Are you okay?”

Y/N found three other girls standing at the door, watching them. The oldest girl could be thirteen. All three were different. One of them had cat-like irises. The mutation must have caused it.

“Yeah, I’m just talking to…” she turned to Y/N, not knowing her name.

“My name is Y/N. This is JJ,” she pointed at the only boy in the living room. “Would you like to join us?” she showed at the empty couch.

The girls walked inside and sat together. They introduced themselves, too. Jamie, Olivia and Kyra were friends with Nova. They all shared a room on the second level. At least these girls were the support Nova needed.

Y/N and Nova moved to sit next to JJ. “You are the new professor?” Olivia asked Y/N.

“Oh,” it caught her by surprise. Did the Professor announce it already? “Yes. I’ll be teaching English and Literature starting tomorrow. I got a few classes a week.”

“Really?” JJ’s eyes brightened. “That is so awesome!”

Y/N nudged his shoulder. “Thanks, buddy. I’ll be teaching you too, you know? We’ll have literature together on Tuesday and English on Thursday.”

“You haven’t been here long, have you?” Olivia asked. Her long blond hair was braided from the top of her head. She had colourful bracelets on her wrists. “I’ve been here for a year and noticed you a couple of times these past few weeks.”

Two teenage boys walked into the lounge room. They stopped in their tracks when they found the place occupied. “Sorry,” one of them said. “We thought we’d be alone here at this hour.” Before he could finish it, another two boys walked in.

Y/N raised a brow. Already ten people in the room. “What time is it?” she asked no one in particular. It took another five minutes, and another six children entered the room.

“You’re the new teach’,” one of the older boys pointed a finger at her. “Cool,” he smirked.

“I guess the word is spreading faster than you know,” Y/N mumbled under her nose.

“No, she’s the one who saved Jerome,” a girl said as she sat in an armchair. She was at least fifteen years old.

“I guess you have a reputation, Y/N,” JJ laughed when the kids around them started to talk about Y/N as if she was not there.

The woman raised her hands into the air to stop the debate. “If you want to know more, you need to ask the source - that’s me. Please, stop discussing me as if I was not here, okay?” One after one, they nodded their head. “Great. Let’s start again. My name is Y/N. Do you have any questions?”

“What is your mutation?”

“Is it true you will be our new teacher?”

“Did you throw Professor Summers out of the window a few days ago?”

That last question made her laugh. Obviously, they knew something happened. This was the perfect opportunity to talk to the students and know them better. She lived there for some time now. It would be nice to be part of their lives, be there for them. As she kept looking at it, she realised all these children stayed at school for the weekend. Some of the faces were familiar to her. They never left the school the whole time she lived there.

They all had one thing in common - their families gave up on them the moment they discovered how different their children were.

A frown appeared on her face. “Do you ever go home?” she asked gently. She wanted to know how many of them still had their parents.

They all shook their heads. “No,” said one of the oldest boys present. “Some of us have families on the other side of the states. Most of us are here all the time. They gave up on us.”

“I’m so sorry,” Y/N sighed. “I know how it feels to be pushed away from your family. Mine got rid of me, too.”

“Sure,” one of the girls scoffed.

Y/N’s eyes found hers. “They locked me in an insane asylum because I… I killed my own little sister with my mutation,” she admitted out loud. “It was the first time I used the ability. Until that moment, I didn’t know I was a mutant. My mutation is forcefield manipulation. Even though it is a protective ability, I managed to kill my sister with it.”

It was hard to admit it in front of a group of children. Y/N concluded it was better to tell the truth than to lie. What if Scott would open his big dumb mouth, and the kids would fear her? No more lying.

“My parents put me into an insane asylum because of it, and they never came for me. Well, I believe they’d rather see me dead. I escaped the asylum and joined a group of terrible people. My decisions were not the best. I’m not proud of that part of my life.”

“Y/N was locked with me in a lab where they experimented on us,” JJ chimed in. The kids turned their gazes at him. He sounded like a grown man. “She was already there when they brought me in. I helped her escape. Later, Profesor Logan and her came for me and saved my life.”

The silence that surrounded everyone was heavy. Some kids lowered their eyes to the ground, others closed them. They didn’t know what to say or if to say anything at all. The topic was heavy. Some could relate, and others were lucky to not experience anything tragic.

“I get how you all feel,” Y/N said. “I know what it is like when the people you love get rid of you like you’re an old, used toy. I understand you feel betrayal and pain, even anger.” Her hand found Nova’s hand, and she squeezed it reassuringly. “But look where you are now. You all ended up in a school for mutants, where you’ve been given a second chance for a better life. This place is your home. People here care and want the best for you. I dare to say that this is your new family.”

More silence followed. “I know I’m still a stranger to you, and you don’t trust me. That’s okay. Teachers like Storm, Jean or Kitty will be there for you. Please, just know you can talk to me, too. I want to help in any way that I can and know.”

Once Y/N finished talking, Nova wrapped her arms around Y/N’s waist and hugged her tightly. When JJ saw it, he did the same from the other side. The woman wrapped both arms around each child and smiled. The love she felt was immense. Before she knew it, more children approached her. They all huddled together in a big, warm hug. It was a beautiful gesture.

Storm walked around the school, checking on the students. She stepped into the lounge room. Her eyes landed on the scene before her. She had to smile. Storm was lucky enough to witness the group hug.

“What’s going on?” she asked softly.

Slowly, the children moved from the huddle. They went back to their sitting spots again. JJ kept his arms around Y/N while Nova grabbed Y/N’s hand and held it tightly.

“Just bonding,” Y/N said with a smile.

Storm’s lips reflected the smile. “That’s nice. I’m glad you are finding a way to their hearts.”

Later that day, The Professor returned with Logan and Bobby from the banquet. They were back after a few days away, and both men couldn’t be happier about their return. Bobby missed Kitty. They’d been texting here and there throughout the time. Logan didn’t have the guts to call or text Y/N. He rarely used his phone. Also, he thought it would be weird. Charles could feel Logan’s faint anxiety crawling around him. He knew the reasoning behind it. The man’s thoughts weren’t quiet.

They drove to the school, glad this ‘mission’ was over. They didn’t expect to hear loud music roaring from the building. Logan tilted his head to the side, frowning. “Is that coming from the school?” Then they heard singing. It was like a live concert. “What’s going on?”

Logan parked the car in the garage. They helped Charles out of the car and into his wheelchair. The singing got louder. It echoed around the garage. The students were singing a familiar song. Charles smiled and chuckled. When was the last time something like this happened?

All three went from the garage and got to the main level. The song changed. After a brief silence, the singing began again. The students were crammed in the lounge room, dancing around and singing as loud as their voices let them. When some kids noticed the Professor, they made a passageway for him and the other two teachers.

Logan’s eyes widened in surprise. He found Storm, Y/N and Kitty in the middle of the room, surrounded by students, jumping and screaming words to the song playing.

If you could see that I’m the one who understands you. Been here all along, so why can’t you see? You belong with me.

It seemed everyone knew the words to that song. All three women swayed their hips to the music, jumping around like all the students. They were happy, enjoying the moment. Y/N grabbed JJ’s hands when she started twisting him around. Her face was bright and cheerful. Even the boy was thrilled.

She wears high heels. I wear sneakers. She’s cheer captain. I’m on the bleachers.

This part was powerful. As if everyone wanted to scream the chorus as loud as possible. No one cared that the headmaster was present. But Charles had a big smile on his face. Yes, they organised events for the students, but this happened out of nowhere. It was special. It was a bonding moment for everyone.

“I love this song!” Bobby shouted, bobbing his head to the song. He started to sing the lyrics.

Storm draped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders while Y/N wrapped an arm around her waist as they sang the song. One of her hands remained on JJ. They laughed at their silliness. Kitty found Bobby walking to her. She got excited and ran into his arms, and they swayed together to the song.

Storm discovered Bobby a few seconds later. She stopped dancing, and her eyes found Charles and Logan. Her arm fell from Y/N’s shoulders, and she made her stop dancing.

Y/N gasped. Her face heated up, and she quickly turned around to turn off the music. She had a remote control to the stereo. When the song was abruptly stopped, the students whined. It was evident they were displeased by the interruption.

“Professor,” Storm said his name nervously. “I’m sorry for this. We got carried away.”

Charles laughed. “Oh, Storm, no need to apologise. I like that you all have so much fun on a Sunday afternoon. You should continue to have more fun.”

Y/N was breathing heavily. Her chest was rising and falling visibly. It was quite a cardio. Her eyes met Logan’s, who had a grin on his face. He leaned against the nearest wall, crossed his arms over his chest and kept staring. When he licked his lips, Y/N’s eyes followed his every movement.

“Well, the magic of the moment is kind of gone,” Y/N said. “But we had good two hours of this fun, right?” she turned to see the kids. They shouted affirmations. Some of them whistled.

“Okay, everyone, it’s time for us to end this session,” Storm raised her voice so everyone could hear her. “Thank you for being here and having fun. It’s time to get to your rooms and prepare for tomorrow.”

Logan watched as Y/N hugged a few younger kids. First, it was JJ, which wasn’t surprising. Then, it was two other girls. That sight made his insides tingle. He felt love radiating out of her. It made him smile. When they separated, Y/N’s eyes were back on him.

He took a few steps forward while greeting some of the kids. “Are you trying to bribe them to like you?” he mocked her.

“Are you jealous I’m giving my attention to them and not you?” she poked his bicep when Logan was close enough. “Or should I bribe you too?”

“I’m not that easy, princess.”

“What if I tell you I sneaked in some beer?” she raised her brows.

He was impressed. “You got me. Wait, you want to get drunk again?” he asked. “I won’t be taking care of your ass next time.”

Y/N squinted. Her body was ready to jump at him. Not because she was angry at him. She wanted to kiss that smug smile off his face. Last night, she imagined what his hands would feel on her body, how he would taste and feel. She pictured his hands exploring her naked body, his lips between her legs.

“I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself,” she said. There was a teasing smile on her face. She walked past him and found JJ talking to one boy. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

Logan watched her leave the lounge room with the boy. His mind was spinning. His eyes lowered and remained on her ass, watching it move with each step she took.

A hand tapped his shoulder. Bobby grinned at Logan. “You got it bad, my friend.”

“Shut up.”

#Logan Howlett x reader #Logan Howlett x female reader #Wolverine #Logan Howlett #Wolverine x reader #Wolverine x female reader #Marvel fanfiction #X-men fanfiction #Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

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angrylesbianstereotype · 2 years

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With the way Walt wasted no time to start abusing Jesse as soon as they partnered up, and considering Walt treats Jesse like he's his son AND his wife... Do you think this means Walt had been bursting at the seams to abuse his real son and real wife this whole time, and only with Jesse did he have a chance to do so?

*Pushes glasses up on nose as though I am a respected scholar in a legitimate field of study* Ok so I hate to answer a compelling question with a kind of roundabout, not at all concrete answer but here goes: Walter wants to do whatever Walter wants to do, in the moment, without having to concern himself with that pesky, pedestrian little irritant known as ye olde consequences. He’s your basic old white fart who, because he grew up with the oxymoron of the white man as a vehicle for both exceptionalism and the Everyman, believes that consequences should not apply to him, and feels that he has been hard done by because, shocker, his stagnancy prior to the beginning of the series hasn’t resulted in everything he ever wanted falling into his lap! He does abuse both Skyler and Flynn over the course of the series, the assault on Skyler in season two being the most overtly violent of these instances, though it is heavily implied in season five that this isn’t even a one time occurrence; “I can’t even keep you out of my bed!” It’s also in season two that he peer pressures his teenage son into drinking to excess to gain the upper hand in his one-sided pissing contest with Hank, and this mirrors the ways in which he flexes his control over Jesse in front of Gus and Mike. Walter is dangerous precisely because he doesn’t view himself as an abuser, it’s not like he wistfully daydreams about slouching around the house in a wifebeater, terrorizing his wife and kids until they walk on eggshells around him. In fact, he’s shown throughout the series to act like a little pissbaby throwing a little pissbaby tantrum whenever he’s treated by his family like the monster he is. He wants to be able to act on his anger, to rape his wife and bully his son, without being subject to any of the organic repercussions these actions would inevitably induce. He doesn’t want to play the part of the mild-mannered family man anymore, or put in any of the work required to keep up that front, but he still wants to be seen as the provider and benevolent patriarch. He wants to have his fucking cake and eat it to.

That’s where Jesse comes in.

Walter loves Jesse, he does. The problem was never that he didn’t love Jesse, it was why he loved Jesse. Walter loves Jesse more than Flynn, that much was confirmed by Vince in a quote I can’t find anymore for the fucking life of me so you’ll just have to take my word for it ig. Walter might even love Jesse more than Skyler. But he doesn’t love Jesse as a person so much as a conduit, as an indispensable resource. It’s pretty vital, actually, that the person Walter projects all his shit onto isn’t a part of his immediate family, because then Jesse can be whatever he wants him to be. It’s great for Walter that Jesse’s a junkie, because then, according to societal norms, he doesn’t have to see Jesse as human when he’s taking out all of his anger on him. When Jesse isn’t being malleable enough for his liking, or even if Walt’s mad about something else entirely, then Jesse’s just a junkie, a nobody, an ungrateful, petulant fuck-up. When Walter is being rightfully shut out by his family or needs Jesse for some material task, then Jesse is practically family to him. They’re partners. It’s a terrible burden to put on an impressionable 24-year-old, a pretty fucking shitty thing to do to someone who trusts you, more than they should, and an impossible exception to live up to, to be someone’s everything.

So when Jesse inevitably fails at it, inevitably falls short of this perfectly imperfect idealization of himself, he is punished, horribly.

Walter never would have done the things he did to Jesse to Flynn, or to Skyler.

He doesn’t love them as much.

#i love being dramatic being dramatic is my jesse #i could literally go on but i just wrote a whole academic thesis so #breaking bad #brba #jesse pinkman #skyler white #flynn white #anti walter white #walter white hate blog #fun fact this is edited bc i mistakenly put jesse’s age as 23 not 24 #bc I’M 23 #i kin him so bad it makes me look stupid #tw sa mention

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galaxy98 · 2 months

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Look like Boy and The Heron took the W tonight, which I apparently found out that this is the 2nd time Miyazaki won an Academy Award so that's really surprising to me!

Truth to be told, I wasn't really sure if ATSV could've won it. If it did, that would've made it 2 for 2.

Robot Dreams definitely seemed like the Wild Card nomination out of the entire category. Still hope that I get to see it soon.

Now if Nimona had won it, it would be a huge book-end for the crazy journey that movie had gone through. From almost being shelved to completely being beloved by all, especially the LGBT+ community.

A part of me was kind of glad that Elemental didn't win tonight. It's less to do with movie itself--since I liked it--and more to do with it sparing itself from the backlash. In a way, it's kind of like that episode of King of the Hill where Hank and Lady Bird enter in the dog contest. They may have done something simple and didn't win a single award during the season, but they still go home happy.

And I think that analogy applies to all the other nominations.

They still manage to do something very special, with or without the trophy.

#elemental #pixar elemental #oscars 2024 #academy awards #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #the boy and the heron #nimona #robot dreams #studio ghibli #hayao miyazaki #animation #sony animation #disney pixar

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dear-ao3 · 11 months

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look we all sing and praise phineas and ferb until the cows come home (and rightly so) but we are all absolutely sleeping on fetch with ruff ruffman.

the opening of season four is so entirely unhinged. his evil identical twin brother steals all his belongings (including his assistant chet the mouse) and sells them online for some reason and he has no more fancy pants so he can’t take the poodle next door charlene to the poodle ball and he gets a fax saying he’s fired but it’s signed as “ha ha” which his assistant supervisor blossom pepperdoodle von yum yum says is most likely just a joke but no ruff thinks that it’s from harriet hackensack who just bought their tv station and hates dogs so he decides that he is going to go to australia where she is to get his job back so his grandma buys him back his computer (and chet) from his evil brother and then blossom hands him a book that she wrote about converting your dog house into a car or submarine running in alternative fuel so they decide to harness the power of chinese food (oil) to convert the dog house which ends up looking like a chicken car and go to australia but they didn’t build a submarine so it starts to sink until they use a bunch of pineapples in a net to make the ship float then they encounter ruffs ancestor who’s a spoof on blackbeard and they escape attack because ruff tells him to go on his website on pbskids and play science games and then they discover that auditions for season 4 contestants were actually today and ruffs usual dog murray resigned and replaced himself with hank who is a bulldog so hank has to audition 3000 kids to be contestants on fetch then they accidentally eat the pineapple floating their ship and crash land on an island and it turns out it’s poodle island which is like alcatraz for dogs and they arrest ruff because they mistake him for his evil identical twin brother scruff and he escapes though a tunnel scruff dug after finding notes scruff wrote about hitting banks hard and then they finally make it to australia where ruff dresses as a cat and goes to talk to harriet it gets stuck in the cat costume and harriet kicks him out after hiring blossom who comes back and tells ruff that harriet hates dogs because a dog named murray stole her sled named rosebud when she was a child and that murray was ruffs old employee and ruff still has the sled but then it brakes and he gets a call from his nephew glen saying that he will give him his lugeing sled if he enters the world lugeing competition dressed as a troll and then he gets a call from his great uncle mcruffmantosh saying that he can’t because one of his ancestors a thousand years got in a fight with a norwegian ice fairy and cursed all rugfmans who get on a sled but ruff decides to do it anyway and names the sled the rosebud 2 and plans to dedicate his win to harriet so he can get his job back but surprise scruff his evil brother is also at the competition and reveals that he sold ruffs stuff to pay for luge training so he could break the norwegian ice fairy curse and they team up and come in dead last place but make history as the first ever canine luge team and harriet is very moved by their performance and ruff asks her for his job back and she says she never fired him so the whole throng was a joke the whole time fabricated by ruffs nemesis spot spotnick who bought ruffs fancy pants to take charlene the poodle next door to the poodle ball but ruffs pants are so fancy that they have a self destruct button and he destructs them and embarrasses spot and then they announce the contestants on the show. like. who pitched that.

(it’s all on youtube)

#not a tag #from saph

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takenbypeter · 11 months

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Tomato Face

Hank McCoy x reader

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Number 5: “God you always make me blush so damn much.”

Requested by anonymous in my asks. This one’s for you 😉

It was late.

You and Hank had practically spent the whole day together after him being needed for a mission that lasted longer than originally planned. But that didn’t matter. All that mattered was you were back together.

Regardless of spending the whole day together here you were, late into the night, huddled underneath a shared blanket as you faced each other while a single lamp illuminated your two faces.

Hank was the first to break the unspoken staring contest, “I thought you said we should be going to bed?” He said, repeating your words from earlier.

“Yeah I did…but it’s just so hard to fall asleep when I have such an attractive man laying across from me.”

“Yeah until the beast comes out,” he says and although he doesn’t do it, you could just picture the eye roll he so naturally perfected.

“Hmm,” you say in thought, “I think he’s pretty good-looking too,” he gave you a look, of one eyebrow raising in disbelief, “yeah, okay.”

“What? He’s rugged,” you explained.

He let out a snort, “okay…weirdo,” he says jokingly with his eyes pointed downwards.

You knew that look, it was the look he did whenever you complimented him. He’d always look down in an attempt to brush off the flattery.

“But seriously you’re so devilishly attractive either way. I’m serious,” you repeated the word making sure he knew that this was a fact.

You’ve told him that before, well not exactly in those words but you always made it known that you liked him in both forms. Not truly minding his beast form.

And honestly it was hard. Especially since he was reminded of how horrific he believed he looked each time he saw a glimpse of that blue fur in any reflection.

But each time you complimented him he could feel himself believing it to be true, just a little.

Hank loved how good you made him feel it was unlike anything he’s ever felt before.

He had been doing so much thinking about how your relationship had effected him, he hadn’t even realized his cheeks were darkening as he practically bore into your eyes.

His eyes observed as your lips spread, turning downward at the corners while you tried to suppress a smile, “what’s on your mind? You’re as red as a tomato.”

Of course you pointing to the fact only made the red deepen. “God you always make me blush so damn much,” he says, his tone annoyed but his face saying otherwise while he proceeded to tug the blanket up and over both of your heads.

“Hey!” You whisper shouted pushing the blanket off again, “me? What did I do? I didn’t do anything!”

Hank didn’t counter and instead just shifted in place while all you could do was watch with your jaw dropping while he faces his back to you.

“I’ll show you blushing so damn much,” you mumbled before simply pressing your lips down on his exposed neck causing shivers to run down his spine at the unexpected but not unwanted contact.

Yeah that definitely got him to “blush so damn much.”

Dialogue Prompt #2

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corruptedbunny-multimuse · 7 months

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White Hank came to Blaise with a giant blender with a giant smoothie inside. She was pushing it. "Contest?"

He tilted his head a bit. "What kind of contest?" He asked.

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moonbeamwritings · 1 year

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how easy you are to need

← PART 2 | PART 4 →

wc: 1.9k

pairing: dabi x pro-hero gn!reader

warnings: angst

Some nights, you come home from long shifts to an empty apartment, the smell of cigarette smoke and reheated takeout lingering in the air. Dabi’s come and gone, and you’re left to trace his presence through your apartment like footprints in freshly fallen snow. You find whispers, hints of him in the half-empty coffee mug he leaves on the counter or in the rumpled sheets on your bed, the dents in your pillows. You find his ghost in your laundry hamper (he’s the only one who wears your old, oversized U.A. hoodie anymore) and in the unsigned notes he leaves tucked beneath your strawberry fridge magnet, right smack in the center of the door so you can’t miss them.

I’ll see you tonight.

You need to buy groceries.

Don’t wait up.

Sometimes, you find nothing at all; no traces of him, no messages left on blue sticky notes. Untouched, pristine snow. Those nights, you wonder if every chance encounter and every visit has been little more than a dream. A cruel joke played by someone who relishes in watching your morality, your sanity, waver. It takes you longer to drift to sleep during nights like those. Your bedroom is much too quiet in the absence of his soft breathing. Your bed feels cold. Lonely.

But on some nights, like this one, you come home to find Dabi’s long, dark coat hung up on the rack, his shoes tucked neatly next to yours. You come home to find him resting on your couch with his arms splayed across the back and his feet propped up on your coffee table; the soft sound of the TV filling the air. He’s in your U.A. hoodie like always, with damp hair that you’re certain smells just like your coconut shampoo. He makes himself at home, worming his way into your spaces with practiced, shameless ease. You smile when you see him. You like nights like these the most.

“’Bout time you showed up, little hero. I was about to start watching the news.”

“Aw, you were worried about me?” You tease, shucking off your coat and toeing out of your shoes. You don’t miss the light scoff and click of Dabi’s tongue from the living room. “I missed my train. Did you eat?”

“Brought pizza. It’s still warm.”

Sure enough, a box of pizza rests atop your counter, a plate and napkin already laid out beside it. You open it to find that it’s loaded with your favorite toppings, a few pieces already missing. You glance out into the living room as the familiar sting of domesticity strikes your ribs.

Around a mouth full of pizza, you tell him, “’hank ooo.”

Without looking away from the TV, Dabi tells you not to talk with your mouth full.

You scarf down another few slices before you join him on the couch, stretching across his lap like a cat to try and grab the remote. He holds it high above your head, waggling it down at you.

“Ah, ah, I don’t think so, sweetheart. I was here first. And we’re watching...” He watches as the contestants on the cheesy late-night game show start to run across an oil-slicked surface, slipping and sliding all over it in an attempt to reach the finish line. “... whatever this is.”

“But I worked all day,” you whine, slumping onto his chest like dead weight. Some of your hair gets in Dabi’s mouth and he sputters, craning his neck to see over your head. “And this is stupid, anyway. I bet you’re not even paying attention to what’s going on!” Childishly, you mutter, “This isn’t fair.”

When he realizes you’ve completely blocked the screen, and stolen his attention, he curls his arm around your back and noses at your hair. It smells fresh, and he figures you must’ve showered at your agency. Absently, he wonders if you did it thinking he’d be home. “Life’s not fair, doll. We’ve been over this.”

The warmth of his chest stirs exhaustion in your limbs, and you wrap your arms around his neck, eyelids drooping. You let them slip closed as you nuzzle closer to Dabi, mumbling a complaint against the curve of his jaw. “Can’t believe you’d bully a poor, sleepy soul like me. That’s cruel, even for you.”

He sticks a finger into your side, and you jump a bit. “You know what you signed up for, keepin’ a villain like me around. I can be as mean as I want.” He hunches close to mumble into your ear, pressing a kiss to the shell of it only once he’s told you, “Even to you, my little hero.”

You mumble, “meanie,” into the crook of his neck, and fall silent. It settles between you for a few moments, only to be broken by the host announcing the next challenge. But Dabi can still feel the pout you press into his skin, and his eyes roll with a groan. “Fiineee, I’ll change the channel if it’ll get you to drop the damn pout.” A hand rubs up and down your back. “What do you wanna watch?”

Perking up, you turn to fix your eyes on the TV, shuffling to sit properly in Dabi’s lap. You keep one arm curled around his neck as you instruct him to the channel you’re thinking of. It’s one that airs reruns of silly, mindless soap operas. Perfect for when you’re feeling tired and inattentive after a long day at work.

“Ugh, this is the shit you like? Seriously, what are you? Eighty-five?”

“It’s perfect late-night TV, Dabi. You just don’t get it.” You snuggle closer. “Now shh, just watch.”

Your head comes to rest on Dabi’s shoulder, and he obliges. Fine, Dabi thinks petulantly. He won’t tell you how stupid the dialogue is or about how much he hates soap operas. He won’t tell you that he’d rather be watching literally anything else. Instead, his warm palm follows a mindless path along the expanse of your back, delicate fingers tracing shapes and patterns between your shoulders blades and down the curve of your spine.

You don’t speak for almost an entire episode, and usually Dabi can’t seem to get you to stop talking, so the absence of your voice plants seeds of unease in his lungs. He tries to ignore the shift of your brows, pulling together despite the joyful reunion happening between the couple onscreen. Though he can’t see it, he can picture the look on your face. He imagines it’s the same expression you made in your bedroom the night he came to get patched up. The crease between your brows, the far away look in your eyes. He resists the urge to smooth it away with the pad of his thumb. You talk too much, Dabi knows. But you think too damn much, too.

Finally, the silence breaks. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like if things were different?”

Dabi’s hand stills on the small of your back, the other grips the remote. The planted seeds start to bloom, turning his veins to thick, immovable stems as his lungs crowd with leaves. It takes all of his remaining strength to choke out, “What do you mean?”

“Like, if we were normal?” There’s a certain sheepishness in your voice that you can’t bite back. Dabi wonders if this is what you’ve been thinking about for the last twenty minutes, with your face hidden beneath his chin.

“If we weren’t...” He pauses for a moment, voice softer than before, “... us?”

“Yeah.”

Another pause, and then, “Sometimes.”

“What do you think about?”

“I like to think I’d try to love you properly, then.” He tells you. You pull your face away enough to watch his mouth curl into a bittersweet smile, almost like he’s imagining something familiar. Like he’s revisiting a thought for the millionth time. “I’d take you out to nice dinners and bring you flowers once a week.”

The TV fades into white noise as your heart hammers in your chest, anticipation pulling your muscles taught. Unconsciously, your fist curls into the hood of his sweatshirt. “I’d have an apartment with a comfy couch and a proper oven, and you’d spend weekends with me there. You’d teach me how to make your famous lasagna, and you’d get mad when I weasel out of doing any of the work. We’d eat breakfast together and go on walks...”

A beat of silence follows as if he’s struggling to find the words. Your eyes don’t move from his face, following the slope of his nose before stopping to get lost in the emotion swirling in the deep seas of his eyes. His own refuse to move from the TV, but his scarred fingers migrate to curl through your hair, around the back of your neck. “... and I’d tell you about my piece of shit dad, and I’d blame him for everything. We’d argue, and I’d leave, but I’d always come back. And when I do, you’d look at me with that cute little annoyed expression you know I love. Pretend to be mad for a bit, but you’d kiss me and we’d work on it. Together.”

The chuckle he offers you is mirthless. “Even then you’d be too good for me.”

Tears collect at your waterline, a lump of emotion swelling in your throat, and for a moment, you feel as if you can’t breathe. A hopeful, twinkling tune plays to signal the ending credits as Dabi confesses, “But I think we’d be happy. In our normal little life.”

You imagine a life without stab wounds and blood, without quirks and expectations. You imagine meeting Dabi by chance, maybe on the train or on the street on your way to work. The universe would bring you together somehow, even then; you’re certain of it. He’d still push your buttons, and you’d still pretend to hate it. Every night you’d fall asleep with him, and every morning you’d wake up just the same, his nose against your neck and his slow, even breath fanning over your collar bones.

You’re lucky enough to catch glimpses of it now, but it’s a life you both know is far away, unattainable. On nights like these, you try to clasp it in your hands — that sense of normalcy — what with your head on his shoulder and your favorite pizza sitting on the counter. The scent of your body wash clinging to Dabi’s skin and his hand in your hair. But come morning, that dream will have escaped your grasp like sand slipping from your palms, and you will once again be confronted by the confines of your own reality. Despite it all, you’re falling in love with him, you know that much, but this love will never be that one. The one you both dream of.

A tear slips down your cheek, and you’re quick to swipe it away. Dabi feels its warmth for only a second before it’s gone. The arm resting around his shoulders presses closer, the fingers gripping his sweatshirt curling even tighter as you collect yourself. Your head falls back to his shoulder as if you hadn’t asked the question at all, but you’re certain Dabi can hear the sadness in your voice, can feel the shudders in your breath when you admit, “I think so, too.”

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