#but she didn't go mohawk until 2/3

[buterccup]

Hi there!

So I just read your rules and I hope I'm not disrespecting any

So Price x son! Reader (platonic of course) where price invites 141 to his house and find out he has a son. I just have this stuck in my mind where the son (adopted or biological, I don't care) walks into the house and there are these Buff military men and he's just like "dad there are weird man in our house" or the son just opening the door making eye contact with everyone and just slamming the door shut after about a minute.

Sorry that this is so long, I hope you can work with this somehowe

Have the greatest day :D

I absolutely love your idea anon! I find it really wholesome. And I don't mind if it's long, the longer the better in my opinion. I hope this is what you wanted, thank you for your request, and have the greatest day too mate^-^

Papa Price is real

Summary: Your father is finally coming home from his job for a while but unknown to you your father is bringing home some guests and maybe you might get along with them better than your father thought.

Warnings: Nothing but fluff, fatherly love, light swearing, gen z stuff<33, he/him pronouns (the reader is around 15-17), mistakes, a little rushed/short

Character(s): Price x son! Reader (platonic)

Ever since you woke up you had a huge smile on your face, I mean who wouldn't feel that way when they found out that their dad was coming home last night. You almost couldn't sleep from the news alone.

You even made sure to wear the hat that he gave you when he last visited. It was an otter bucket hat.

You have only seen your father a few times but that didn't change how you saw your father. John Price. You're actually very proud of your father, he is so brave and the fact he puts his life out there so other people can live theirs is just so cool to you.

It almost felt like it had been an eternity since you sat down on the couch waiting for your dad to come home, glancing at the clock every 2 minutes. But the time that you went to check the time again it'd only been 3 hours, making you groan loudly.

"Hun? what's wrong?" your mother would call out to you from the kitchen, knowing why you acted like this she missed him too but nevertheless she still asked. a soft smile grew on her face as she look towards your direction.

"I feel like I've aged 50 years!!" you would shout into a pillow, having nothing to do but sit there and go on your phone from time to time, leaving your mother to laugh to herself and shake her head.

It had almost been 5 hours and you felt like you were going to pass away until you heard a knock on the door.

He's here

Your mother didn't have time to move before she saw a flash of you sprint towards the door, a wide grin spread across you face as you opened the door.

"Father dearest-"

"..."

SLAM

Last time you remembered your father didn't have a mohawk and a baby face or a skull balaclava- which you must admit was fucking cool. wait. Were you getting robbed? No, if you were they wouldn't knock...unless they are just really shitty at their job.

But even with the proof they weren't robbing your family, you had frantically grabbed a pillow and opened the door again, ready to throw said pillow at the first person you see. Leaving your poor mother to process what you were doing.

"You have a son!?-"

Headshot!

"HA L"

"[Name]-" That's when you froze and looked at where the voice came from, it was your dad! So you weren't getting robbed.

"Dad there are weird buff men in front of our door."

"Alright..."

Things could have gone worse but they didn't! After papa Price explained who they were and why they were here you 'apologised' to the mohawk man who was called soap, which was weird but you don't judge before your mother welcomed the boys in.

You were just talking to the group of buff boys, calling Soap bestie whenever you had the chance while your father helped your mother make dinner. The boys trying their best to understand the things you were talking about, Gaz being the only person understanding half of what you were saying since he was the youngest out of the task force.

"My mother's cooking is bussin'"

"Excuse me???"

Requests: Open

A/N: I really hope you liked this because I don't know if I did that well with this :')

[l0v3tast3]

organs and hatred alike — part 2

✎ summary: after the 141 men find out makarov is your father, they start questioning you (sorry i suck at summaries lol)

✎ tags: female reader, military reader, hurt/no comfort at all, this is all angst, major daddy issues, not proofread im too cool for that

✎ word count: 1.9k

✎ author's note: tysm everyone who left such nice comments on the last one ily ฅ(´ര ̫ ര`)ฅ !!! i will be making a part 3 for this i promise im sorry i write so slow "(._.`) ྀྀ՞

part 1 . . . masterlist

seconds passed by at the same rate as hours in the cold room, but you didn't really mind. it had given you plenty of time to think.

since kyle had left, you still hadn't moved. at least one of the 141 task force had had their eyes glued to the camera feed from the room you were in for the duration of your time in there.

they all saw the same thing: your hands folded on the table in front of you, wrists still ringed with blood and the handcuffs, and you head bowed towards the table. the slight movement of your back and chest was the only indication you were still alive.

you didn't particularly feel alive at the moment though, much less like any of this was real. it should have felt real to you, because it was and this had happened before more times than you could count on one hand. your father had always been several steps ahead of you it seemed, and this instance was no different.

the irony of the situation was what made it so surreal for you. you had finally caught up to him, gained the upper hand against him, if only for a few fleeting moments. just as quickly as you had climbed, you were knocked down to the same level as him.

and now, you were equals with him. a man who called an ocean of blood his home, a man who had sold humans as easily as farm animals, a man who had crossed every line with a content smile. he was sitting in a room adjacent and identical to your own, in handcuffs just the same as yours.

the universe was making a mockery of you.

when the door had shut behind him, kyle took a look at each of the other three men, each one laden with a sort of grief.

"i think she's telling the truth," kyle spoke. his brows were turned up with worry, a look the others rarely saw on the quiet man.

"doesn't matter," simon grunted. "she still lied to us." his skull-plated mask hid plenty, but his clenched fists and stiff stature spoke for themselves.

"did she say anything else?" john asked, his arms crossed tightly. the mohawked man could barely hold himself still. he had been actively resisting going up to makarov and beating him until he was unrecognizable for too long now.

"you heard everything i did," kyle said while he shook his head.

price, who had been silently watching you through the camera since you had been thrown in the room, finally moved from his spot towards makarov's room. without a word, he opened the door and stepped in, letting it slam shut heavily behind him.

he came out an hour later, wiping his hands with a handkerchief. simon had stayed in the room, his eyes shifting between each camera feed, while john had went to take a walk to try to cool off and kyle tried to find laswell.

price stood beside simon, tucking the red-stained handkerchief back into his belt and looked at the camera pointed to your unmoving figure.

"so, which one do you think is telling the truth?" price asked.

"i don't trust a word he says," simon grunted with a hand waved in makarov's general direction.

"you trust her?"

simon didn't say anything. instead, it was his turn to silently head into a room, yours this time.

he sat down in the chair across from you, his gigantic frame making it look almost comically small. he kept his hands on his thighs, instinctively near his weapons.

you were still sitting as you had been, your loose hair covering most of your face. he could see your hooded eyes focused on nothing. you both sat in silence while he waited for you to show any sign of consciousness.

simon decided five minutes was long enough. "why didn't you shoot him?"

you blinked; it was the most acknowledgement he'd gotten so far.

"why... didn't i shoot him?" you murmured hoarsely after a few moments.

he said your name sternly, repeating his question back to you again.

your blurry vision shifted to the empty gun holster on your thigh. they had made sure to quickly take your weapons from you while dragging you into the room.

why hadn't you shot him?

you had been covered head to toe in the blood of his men, equipped with over a dozen different weapons when price had originally hooked the handcuffs on him. your finger was resting beside the trigger of your automatic rifle, inches away from being aimed at his head. why hadn't you shot him there?

and when they had sent you in to talk to him, why hadn't you shot him then? you could have pressed the barrel of your handgun against his head before anyone could have opened the door to the room. you could still feel the cold skin of his neck on your fingertips, burning like you had dipped your hands in acid.

"i was scared," you finally admitted, barely whispering. the confession stung your throat; you wanted to grab the words out of the air and swallow them back down as soon as you closed your mouth.

"of what?"

"you. the others."

simon remembered the first time he had seen you.

the look in your eyes had been eerily familiar, and it didn't take him long to recognize it in his own mirror. you had closed yourself off, barely speaking a word, never showing your face. just like him.

it was why he had avoided you for so long, never relenting when price would tell him that he had to at least get along with you or when soap and gaz would attempt to bring you both closer. he only ever spoke brief sentences to you, never asked you anything personal. he kept it distant and professional.

at some point, he had apparently let you in closer to his heart than he had ever planned, because your admittance of your fear of him made something he could only say was dread pierce his heart.

"what did he say?" you muttered. simon stayed quiet. "i could hear price beating him."

despite everything, it hadn't brought you any joy to hear your captain's fist connecting with your father's face, or to hear him grunt and fall to the floor through the wall. you had thought your lack of joy was odd until you realized it was because it wasn't you in price's place.

"said you and him have been workin' together."

something welled up in your throat, and you thought it was more tears, but then you were laughing. tiny giggles turned into you practically cackling, tossing your head back and pressing your hands to your stomach. it was the hardest simon had ever seen you laugh.

"oh my god, ahaha, he- hehe, he told you what?" you spat out between heaving for breath. "he really- he actually said we were working together?" after a few seconds, you weren't laughing anymore. your hands rested back on the table and you hunched over again.

"he must really, really want me dead now."

"why does he want you dead?"

"because i'm proof he exists." you stared back at him as he had been since walking in, and simon almost reached up to make sure his mask was still on.

you knew that as long as you were alive, makarov wouldn't be able to disappear if he needed to, as much as he tried. he had learned that lesson already in the endless circles you chased around each other. you both knew that neither of you would die until the other caught up.

"makarov is lying to you, why wouldn't he be?" you continued.

"you lied to us."

you paused for a few moments. you had lied to them, countless times. just how similar to your father had you turned out without realizing?

"this task force was the only chance i had left." your words were quiet again, like a child who had been caught breaking the rules. if a fog of regret hadn't settled over your thoughts, you would think of yourself as pitiful.

"you knew we hated him too. why didn't you tell us that much?"

"you would have had questions. i couldn't answer them without telling you everything else."

"you're answering them now."

"i don't have a choice now, do i?" simon could see the frustration slowly replacing the sullen look in your eyes.

"you backed yourself into this corner, didn't you?" he said, keeping his voice slow and calm.

you had.

it was your choice to lie. it was your choice to put on the mask. it was your choice to cover up your accent, to change your name. how many names had you taken now? it had been so long, it took more than a few moments to remember the one given to you first. but was that really you that had been given that name?

your eyes weren't the same as the child that you saw in your memories. your nose and your lips and your skin stayed the same, but your eyes showed what was etched underneath, what replaced the marrow of your bones.

you knew there was no point in wishing to go back, but what was there left for you to do? what would you have done differently? who would you have been honest to?

looking up at simon, you realized the lies had never been necessary. his mask left his most vulnerable feature uncovered, a contradiction to the symbol his being held. such an unreadable force, baring his soul freely under a threadbare cover. his soul looked back at you and asked you once again why you had done this.

you ignored the question.

"what are you going to do with him?"

"get as much as we can out of him. charge him." he said after a few seconds.

"is that what you're doing with me?"

simon crossed his arms. "dunno yet."

silence blanketed the room again. you choked on it until more words came up.

"do you think i turned out like him?"

your utterance made your stomach turn, made rocks smother your heart and crush your lungs. it was the question you'd never given voice to, but had always held under your tongue.

he ignored the question.

"do you?"

you looked down at the handcuffs again and almost vomited. swallowing down the acid, you began to slowly shake your head back and forth.

"he- he took everything, simon, everything from me," you stuttered, your throat tightening and your voice straining. "and it's not even about me. he's a fucking terrorist."

you remembered watching him smile while he stood in front of a burning apartment building, still full of it's residing families. you had just barely managed to slip out of his lackey's grasp while he puffed out his chest with pride at his newest "advancement".

"this is about you," simon leaned forward. "this is about you not telling us what you knew about him."

"simon, i'll tell you everything, i swear, just let me out of here. just let me kill him," you pleaded. the hollowness of your chest was starting to spread, and you were becoming restless again. the urgency you had felt earlier was pouring back in, like floodgates crumbling.

he paused for a few seconds. "fine," he snarled.

then his hand was wrapped around your wrist, yanking you up and pulling you with him. he let go once you stumbled forward around the table, but you stopped dead in your tracks once he opened the door. was he serious?

"well?" he growled, looking back at you, waiting impatiently for your decision.

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[starboykel]

Highschool sweethearts .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡

Teenager! Simon 'Ghost' Riley x teenager!gn reader

!!warnings: fluff, Ghost is a bit mean in the beginning, no gendered pronouns used for the reader, Ghost is 17, reader is 15-16, slow burn

English isn't my first language! I apologize for any gramatical mistakes

You were a junior, you had a small group of friends that shared the same interested, nothing bigger than four people just so you didn't had to eat alone at lunch.

There was this boy in your biology class, Simon Riley, some close people called him Ghost for some reason, you didn't know why. He was always wearing a black mask, covering half of his face, like if he was sick but he wasn't, you saw him playing volleyball wearing that mask and he definitely wasn't sick. He was always quiet in the class, just taking notes and looking through the window, you would be lying to yourself if you didn't thought he was at least a bit attractive.

Your friend, Kelly, who was a social butterfly, managed to know a bit about him. He only has one friend in his grade, a scottish foreigner and the other 2 was a senior and a freshman, they all had silly nicknames for each other but she couldn't discovered what were the nicknames. He always stayed in the school library reading something after class and he smoked cigarettes in the school field every Saturday at 11am and his favorite drink is tea. You didn't question her how she knew those thing, she just did.

You were in the biology class and the teacher assigned everyone a project, to make a resume of the books chapter that you had read the whole semester, It was a pair work... That the teacher would choose the pairs, pratically everyone complained but she did it anyway. It was simple, everyone had a number, if you are number 1, your pair is number 2, if your number is number 3, your pair is number 4 and such. You were number 7 and it just happened that Simon was number 8, he looked at you and then back at the teacher when she announced that you were his pair, he seemed... Almost annoyed.

It was Friday and the project had to be delivered on Monday, so you and Simon had the whole weekend to do it. You decided to talk with Simon after class to discuss where you two would meet to do the project but you couldn't find him anywhere so you had to ask the other students, none of them knew where he was until you meet one particular student, that one that had a scottish accent and a mohawk.

The boy said to you that Simon was really, really introverted and didn't liked people in his house unless that he was friends with them... And he didn't liked befriending with other juniors for some reason, despite that, the boy — that you learned the name was John MacTavish... Or Soap—, gave you Simon's address and said that, to not upset him, to bring him something as a gift, especially tea and gave you Simon's phone number before having to go.

The next day was Saturday, you woke up early and got ready, taking a shower and dressing comfortably, not caring too much about how you look, you took your notebook, laptop, pens and of course, some chamomile tea, hoping he would like it.

You took the bus to his neighborhood and knocked at his door. After a few minutes waiting, Simon opens the door, he seems like he just woke up, his hair messy and his eyes looks heavy. His eyebrows frowns, he apparently didn't liked seeing you here. "What do you want?" He says, his voice deep as ever. "The science project." You answered, looking at him, trying to sound friendly.

"it's fuckin' ten in the morning, go back to your house. We have until Monday to do this shit and I don't want to do it today, go wash some dishes or a laundry and leave me alone." He spitted, closing the door, not leaving space for you to talk. You were surprised, you didn't expected the quiet, introverted Simon to be like that. You were determined! You has things to do tomorrow and you need this project ready today.

You knock on the door again, "Go away!" He yells, "I have something for you!" You yell back and after a few minutes of silence, he opens the door and you show him the chamomile tea box, he looks at you and then at the box and grabs it, "come in." He says, his voice tired and he opens the door to you. You step inside, taking off your shoes and leaving it at the doorway.

The house was kinda messy, a lot of boxes here and there, especially of pizzas and the kitchen smelled like tea. "Where are your parents?" You asks Simon, following him inside the house. "They're on vacation and they decided I'm old enough to be home alone." He mumbles and then turns to you.

"Who gave you my address?" He questions, crossing his arms. You were slightly intimidated, he was so big for a teenager, it was probably good genetics and maybe gym? you never saw him working out. Maybe the fact he was always dressing hoodies and sweaters that covered his whole body also helped how you never noticed.

You gulps and looks at him, "John." You replies, he frowns slightly, "what John? I know a lot of Johns." He rolls his eyes. "Uh... MacTavish? Soap?" You nervously answers. He sighs and chuckles, "of course, Soap." He teased and then started to prepare the tea, taking a kettle and filling it with water, boiling it on the stove.

The following minutes are silent, he wasn't looking at you, you just wanted to do the project and get out of there. You open your mouth but then hesitated, so stayed quiet. "Are you going to stay there stare at me?" Simon looked at you from over his shoulder, making you feel small even if you two didn't had a big height difference.

You look away and shakes your head in an no and he turns back to the kettle, he puts the tea bag in the boiling water and waits a few minutes before turning off the heat and pouring the tea into a cup. He drinks it and sighs, his face softening. He then turns to you, "You want some?" He offers, you hesitantly nods, he pours some tea into a cup and hands it to you. You drink it and being honest, you didn't liked tea much but this one tasted good.

Simon smiles a bit, it seems like tea brings him to a better mood, "What's your name?" He asks, you frowns a bit, you two were a duo project and he didn't know your name... You tell him your name and he nods. You two talk for a while, drinking tea.

It was now 12pm and you had things to do at 2pm, so you interrupts him. "Let's do the project, I need to go in a few hours." His smile fades and he nods. He leads you to his bedroom upstairs, you take your laptop from your backpack and you two sit on the floor and starts working on the project. You two were finished at exactly 1:40pm, the project wasn't perfect but it had to be that because you were a busy person and didn't had time tomorrow.

"oh god, I'm gonna be late for my volleyball practice." You panics, quickly organizing everything. You didn't had a driving license yet so you had to take the bus that took a long time to arrive so you will definitely be late... "I'll drive you there." Simon says, taking you out of your trance, "Really? You don't need to, i can take the bus-" "Yeah, let's go, c'mon." He cuts you off.

He takes your hand and your backpack for you, walking you to the garage. You jump into the passenger seat and he goes to the driver seat, you give him the address of the place and he starts driving as fast as legally as possible. Your hair flying in the wind as you laugh.

You arrive at the place a bit late, like 5 minutes late but it's better than 30 minutes late at least. You jump out of the car fast and runs to the entrance, "see you at Monday!" You yell at Simon and waves at him beflre entering, he waves back and you can see a weak smile on his face.

Is this the start of something more than a friendship?

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🌸 my requests are open by the way! Hope you enjoyed. I'm sorry if it it's too small, I'm still learning :)

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

May I have top three times, when Soap made Riot laugh so hard, she teared up? Doesn't have to be intentionally. Doesn't have to be a full story, just three sentences will be fine too!

This one made me laugh out loud, because my hc is that Soap gets the kicks off making others laugh, and Riot was a hard one at first (he's still trying with Ghost)

Ok in no particular order...

3 - I headcanon that since they met they align their leaves as best as they can to spend it together, maybe a week or two with Soap's family up in Scotland and the rest of the time traveling around the world. After being destined to different units (Soap to the 141 and her to Gibraltar and then HeadHunters) they still did the same (with even more reason because now they saw each other maybe once a year?) and met either at the airport or wherever they were going on holiday together (and yes, they shared rooms and even bed, platonically, most of the time, cheaper and safer)

So one time when she absolutely lost her shit at the airport was the first time he appeared with the mohawk, and she laughed so hard she had to sit down while he acted all offended but was glad that she was so giddy

2 - The first time he trapped her in a hug and tickled her. Because Riot is ticklish. Like, VERY ticklish. And he bear hugged her after an argument when he had been a little shit and she was rightfully pissed and started tickling her until she was hiccuping and laughing all teary eyed and trying to squirm away but she couldn't (well she could but would not hit him in the groin, mind you).

1 - And the one I think he'd remember more fondly would be the first time, not long after becoming friends in boot camp (she slapped to oblivion some Welsh idiot that was making fun of people's accents and that time Johnny was the target. She's always beating bullies now that I think of it).

They were doing paperwork or studying or something and Johnny got so frustrated at something that he started ranting (like in the video of the Scottish lad stuck in a roof), and slowly his rant turned into Scottish gibberish while Christine just stared, without understanding a single word. Then she started giggling and he ranted more, and she ended up laughing on the bed, hugging her sides and absolutely losing it, with tears streaming down her eyes, being that the first time she laughed in his presence (and the first time since her parents and grandad died the previous year but he didn't know that)

Everyone needs someone like Johnny in their lives

[princevictoriapunk]

Kid Pirates hcs #4 - Part 2

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  More Kid Pirates hcs 1 | 2 | 3 | 4.1 - 4.2 | 5 | 6 | 7

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Kid Pirates OC bios — Light | Blaze | Calista | Kira | Eun | Grunge

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Nyx — @silvernyxchariot ; Solace — @ramdeviltart ; Osiris — @/idonthaveacluewhatsgoingonhere

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Dnd edition ✨️ The shop pages of the dice are linked in the character names

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Part 1

Hcs under the cut for length ✨️

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Eun

A Chaotic Evil Water Genasi Cleric is their choice of character. They wanted to somehow have their PC be related to water without it being a Fish-kin like themselves. So, Wire had suggested a Genasi instead. They wanted their set to go with the character, so Fishsticks has picked blue as the main colour with silver numbers. To make the dice a bit extra, they also added glow in the dark dye, making it easier for when the lights get a bit dim when they're playing until late at night.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Osiris

Osiris would play with this dice set. It simply has everything she needs, blood and skulls. She also likes the colours, and it reminds her of her pet snake. She would definitely play a Dragonborn Barbarian, who is Lawful Evil, because she likes the strength and aggression behind that combination.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Grunge

His choice is a Yuan-Ti Bard as one of the limited number of support PCs in their campaigns. He heard that there's the possibility of a snake-folk race, as well as a performance oriented class, and he was sold. His dice are of a rather monochrome theme just like the rest of his belongings, their colours being inspired by dark snakes' scales reflecting the light. His character is most likely Chaotic Neutral, too.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Mohawk

A Chaotic Evil Kobold Bard is Mo's choice of PC. He didn't know what else to go for, so he just picked out whatever sounded fun. However, he left picking out his dice entirely up to fate - aka Kid, Mosh Eun, who were tasked with crafting all of the dice. So, Mohawk ended up with a golden and blue metal set. But also, the sound they make when he's rolling, or is just playing around with them scratches the itch in his brain; and he likes that a lot.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Oscar

Oscar decided to make a Lawful Neutral Hill Dwarf Druid, giving him his own smarts and other strong suits. Out of everyone's characters, his is the either A) the Most Reliable One, or B) the Actually Most Chaotic One. But it has the tendency to A because of him usually having to be one of the emotionally smartest and calmest people in the crew. And to match his character's Dwarven heritage, he picked a dice set decorated with Dwarven / Norse runes.

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Noe

Chaotic Neutral Forest Gnome Warlock is exactly what it sounds like: "I am magic mushrooms", and "Fuck around and find out". He asked for a forest inspired set. Eun rejected the "mushrooms inside" request because they thought he'd try to eat the dice if they put mushrooms inside. So instead, his set was made with actual bits of moss, sticks, grass and dried petals molded into the resin.

[a/n: the actual ones above only have copper foil and wire inside. Please imagine them to be described as above! :'3]

🌹ꦽꦼ̷  Mosh

They play a Chaotic Neutral Bugbear Fighter. Mosh just thought they're neat and suit him. Unlike the others, they asked for a crystal clear, undyed resin mold with round edges and some copper elements that align with his PC's class as a Fighter. It had taken them a lot of thinking about what his dice should look like, initially wanting a rather flashy set, but ending up taking Eun's suggestion of the one that can be seen above.

[ashandkatiewrite]

CHAPTER 16

Summary: It has been five long years since Thanos snapped half of all existence into dust along with half of Bucky's heart. He runs to the life of an assassin as the Winter Soldier once again until he is caught against his wishes in Madripoor. "There is a chance," Steve told him with tears in his eyes. "We're going back. To fix everything." They could all go back to the past. But Bucky had a different plan in mind. And it didn't have anything to do with any infinity stones but everything to do with the reason he'd been running. He was going to fix the biggest mistake he'd ever made.

WRITTEN BY: @if-you-onlyknew & @katiekinswrites

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OFC

Rating: M (Mature) & E (Explicit)

PART 2/3 in the: Maggie/Bucky What If (AU) Saga - Read the first story of the saga HERE

chapter preview:

Christopher was watching multiple news stations trying to figure out exactly what was happening. It seemed that none of them knew specifics, being so far away from ground zero. None could get close enough to the battle to give any indication on who was still alive.

“Look, Mags,” he tried to tell her, “it’s clearly still going on. It’s not over yet. You know he’s going to be okay.”

There was a sudden flash on the screen. Something producing a fuck load of light. The newscaster suspected it was Captain Marvel who had been absent for the past five years. “I dunno who that is,” he admitted.

“She’s pretty tough,” little Chris spoke up as he pointed at the bright flash that seemed to be causing the bulky spacecraft to come crashing down to the ground. “They all are,” he added.

“Oh you know who’s over there?” Christopher asked his nephew in an attempt to brighten the devastating atmosphere. “List them off for us.”

“Well, we saw Thor. He got fat, Mom,” he told her 

The corners of Maggie's lips twitched up involuntarily, as amusing as her son's comment was, it didn’t stop her worry over his father. “I didn’t think Nordic Gods could get fat.” She said, causing her son to chuckle. 

  “Oh, there’s Iron Man and Rhodey, and Dad and Uncle Steve, and…” His face fell as he thought of Natasha Romanoff being dead. “And Hawkeye has tattoos and a mohawk. He’s pretty cool. Did you know Dad told me he had a mission with him before? He’s the one that found Dad in a place called Madripoor to send him back to find you two,” he told both his mom and uncle.

Hearing that Bucky had told Chris about Madripoor surprised Maggie. Though, she was sure he left out all the sordid details. 

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[speedbooster]

Journey Through Archie Sonic - Part 2

The Rest of the Original Mini-Series

Making this a bit later than I intended, but life gets in the way sometimes-

Anyways, like I said a few days ago, I'm going to try to make this a weekly thing. If you wanna read the previous part just click the 2nd tag and you'll find it pretty easily.

This is going to be a bit disjointed until I can figure out a better way to do this, but that's enough stalling I think. So without further ado, let's jump right back in!

Sonic the Hedgehog Mini-Series #1 - Mar. 1993

This is honestly a pretty sick cover. I've never really been a fan of the western designs they used back then, especially with the stupid mohawk they gave Sonic which just looks wrong to me, but the way Robotnik is drawn here is... kinda awesome. He's very imposing, his hands reaching out to grab him while Sonic speeds off with Sally in his arms, not looking the least bit worried while the Princess is clearly not as certain they'll be making it out.

Solid cover. 8/10

Similar to the last issue, this is broken into a four issues in two parts. The first dealing with Sally trying to get herself roboticized so they can figure out how it works, and the second dealing with... fish.

Not going to summarize too much, but I do wanna go over a few things;

1: Apparently Robotnik is... actually a robot here??

Obviously, that doesn't stay the case since... well, that becomes an entirely separate character, but it's still really confusing to me because... he doesn't look like one?

Maybe they just mean he's a cyborg? Cause that would actually make sense given his design.

Idk, it's weird

2: Sonic, what the hell does that mean??

I mean, it's probably a reference to "Sonic Twosday," the promotional event they did in America for the release of Sonic 2, but it feels kinda forced-

3: WELL MAYBE IF YOU HAD EXPLAINED YOUR PLAN TO YOUR ENTIRE TEAM INSTEAD OF WORDING YOUR PROCLAMATION LIKE YOU WERE A COMPLETE IDIOT THINGS WOULD'VE WORKED OUT DIFFERENTLY

Like unless I missed something, there is literally no reason she couldn't have told them. They weren't being watched by Robotnik, and she left a note telling them she was planning to meet with him to discuss Robotnik returning the kingdom to her, so she could've just told them her plan, and asked them to retrieve her boots afterwards so they could've figured out how to undo it, but NOOOOOO

I get that this is during the gag era days and I shouldn't take this that seriously, but this genuinely irks me... so much.

#4: Sonic can not only swim but breathe underwater

Not going to give them too much flack for this, since this was still very early days... but it still feels wrong.

He also later on starts running out of air during a fight, and continues to talk which hurts my brain, but he does get it back by swallowing an air bubble, which is neat.

5: If this actually comes up in the main series, I will be very impressed

This could earn them at least 10 brownie points.

But that's it for Issue #1. Still a decent read despite my frustrations with the first story, though I think #0 was way funnier. Like no Swat Bots dancing in the fire this time, not as many dumb sign gags. You can really tell they were still trying to figure this out.

Anyways, time to move on to-

Sonic the Hedgehog Mini-Series #2 - Apr. 1993

This cover's alright. Doesn't really tie into anything going on in the story (At least the last issue had Sonic saving Sally, even if she didn't want to be saved), and the background is a little bland. But it's eye-catching and definitely has some charm to it.

I'll give it a C-

The story here is probably my favorite out of the whole mini, as this time we've got a story that spans all four parts of the issue, and has some nice attention to continuity which I did NOT expect.

The premise here is that Sally is about to be crowned Queen (kinda), hoping to use the magic of the emeralds atop her father's crown to keep them safe and maybe help defeat Robotnik.

Interesting that we're introducing yet another set of powerful gems here. I'm really curious to see if these come back later on.

Anyways, this is probably the only major issue I have with this story-

Whomst the shock are all these guys??? Since when does Antoine have anyone under his command?? Isn't like... the entire joke about him at this point that he's really full of himself but can't do anything right??? And literally every other issue in this mini has it be JUST Sonic's group in Knothole, so where did they even come from???

Anyways, the pig turns out to be a spy from Robotnik, who stole the Freedom Emeralds to scatter them around so they can't use them.

Also... apparently revealing you're a robot turns you purple??

(Insert William Afton joke here)

After this, the pig tries to blow them all up, but Sonic saves them with that bit of continuity I mentioned before.

They're actually referencing one of those joke pages from Issue #0, and they continue to do so throughout the rest of the mini. I really like this! It turns a one-off gag into actual lore, making it serve the purpose it was meant to by showing off his different levels of speed.

So now, Sonic has to team up with the other Freedom Fighters in each part to get the emeralds back. He technically worked with Sally in the first part, and now he's forced to work with Antoine here, Tails in part three, and technically Rotor in part four (though really he just repairs the crown after Sonic gets all the gems back). Still, it's a great set up, and it leads to two jokes that got small a chuckle out of me.

The first one being-

... like I wanna hate it, but I just can't. Especially with how Antoine is completely unaware of it for the rest of this issue. He genuinely was so lost in his own head that he never thinks twice about it.

And the second is during a revisit to that underwater cave from last issue (Meaning that either this is a different Chopper or they're never going to follow up on his report... which is sad)

Like I'd normally be questioning how they drew all that with only a green marker (when there's not even green on Sonic yet), but the "I should've noticed they only had four fingers" line just gets me.

... yeah, if you can't tell I'm not the target audience for this. I think way too hard about this stuff, so books that are just trying to have fun rarely work for me. But this is what won the poll-

Still I am enjoying these more than I thought I would. Even when the jokes don't land, they're usually so charming in the way they're told that I don't care.

There are a few more bits from part IV I wanna bring up that I liked.

Namely, RETURN OF THE STUPID SIGN GAGS

I missed you so much

Also, very cursed Sonic on the right there. Somehow they only miscolored one of his arms, and I hate it. But that's old comics for you-

AND THEY SOMEHOW DO IT AGAIN

And yet, I don't care because the swag on this Swat Bot as he deploys the trap is so funny to me. He even rhymes with Sonic's quip as he turns around to mock him! I love this guy!

I'm going to headcanon this is the same guy who was dancing in the fires of Uncle Chuck's chili dog stand in Issue #0. I shall dub him... Steve. Swat Bot Steve. My new favorite character.

Finally to end the issue we have this page which is just-

I mean do I even have to say anything? It's perfect.

He even popped in from underneath the usual THE END! thing on the last page so he could go on this rant. I love it

Finally, the last issue of the mini-

Sonic the Hedgehog Mini-Series #3 - May. 1993

This cover is... charming, I guess. Very Looney Tunes-esk, but still kinda... eh-

It gets ⭐⭐

This issue is also just kinda weird. The first two parts are extremely confusing-

Sonic gets cornered by Robotnik, falls off a cliff, and then has what I can only assume is a bizarre dream caused by a concussion because... I mean-

We start off with this, Robotnik curses him and his Uncle which then causes-

... I am so shocking lost rn. This doesn't even make any sense with the context from the rest of the issue

Chuck adopts Ivo after he loses his parents, and we get... this cursed thing.

I hate him. I hate looking at him. Please make him go away-

He steals some parts from Chuck's tractor, which causes him to nearly get run over by it, which he decides to blame Chuck for, even after his robots rat him out.

... I feel like Robotnik just invented a new form of cursing.

So he decides to make a mech out of every appliance in the house, Sonic beats him, and makes me even more confused as to how Chuck was responsible for any of this when the only thing he did was adopt him.

... I'm just gonna blame it on the concussion and move on.

The second story features Sonic pretending to be roboticized by wearing a bear trap on his face so he can trick Robotnik to do... something. I actually don't know what the plan was-

Something made even worse by the fact that both Sonic and Sally decide to trick Tails into thinking it's real, which he then decides to spread the word by making his own newspaper.

This feels completely unnecessary, and as it turns out-

IT ABSOLUTELY WAS

I can appreciate that Robotnik gave Sonic the job the Buzz Bomber wanted, and Sonic's little line here but like... WHY TRICK TAILS INTO SPREADING THE WORD IF YOU WERE JUST GONNA WALK RIGHT UP TO HIS FRONT DOOR SONIC!?!?

Like... poor little buddy did nothing wrong, and he gets to believe his hero turned on them for literally no reason.

Robotnik decides to test Sonic's loyalty by having him check out an alert at one of his factories, where we see a "Robot Chuck" being forced to make Crabmeats.

Now I was going to complain about this, especially since we later see Muttski who is DEFINITELY a robot-

But again, this is another way of showing continuity between issues. This is how Chuck looked in Issue #0, so this is how he looks here. And since I know this does get fixed in the actual series itself, I can give it a pass. It's at least staying consistent with its... inconsistency.

Anyways, Sonic runs back to Robotnik and tricks him into blowing up a Buzz Bomber Factory by telling him it was the coords for Knothole village, we get this little one liner as Buzz Bomber morns the loss of his entire family and Sonic leaves a bear trap on Egghead's rear, and that's the end of the mini series.

[FINIS]

Overall, this was a fun read even if it was kind of a mixed bag. Issue #1 kinda sucked, this issue was all over the place, but Issues $0 and #2 were a really good time, and gives me hope that this might not be as much of a slog as I was expecting

Next week, I start on the actual series. Hoping to tackle at least four issues, but we'll see how that goes. Thanks for sticking with me through this very long post.

Catch you on the flip side!

[jacensolodjo]

"If I'd been more alert we wouldn't have been cut down by an ambush."

[ares-athena]

Hawk X Miguel X M! Reader

How it came to be

Miguel had been your best friend since you could remember

Your parents were deadbeats and you practically couldn't live without Miguel so when he moved you went with

Your parents signed you away to Carmen

They didn't want you anyway they always wanted a girl not a boy like you

Carmen always made you feel welcome

When Miguel was getting his ass kicked my kyler and his asshat friends

You weren't much help you couldn't fight much either

You could throw a few punches but not enough to take on 4 other guys

So when Johnny Lawrence just kicked 4 guys asses you both wanted lessons

You were the first to snap on why you were both just doing chores

When he finally helped you both punch and kick you try it on eachother all the time

Then when school started and you sat with Eli and demetri

As soon as you two met you were instantly attracted to Eli

When you start talking more to eli he just lets you

Who wouldn't want a hot ass guy talking to the kid with weird lip

When kyler and Yasmine try and get you ta hang out with them Eli and Miguel are pissed

When Miguel and kyler get in their big fight everyone was lining up to see Miguel and it kinda pissed you off and quietly Eli too

When everyone starts joining the dojo you, Miguel, and aisha were the model students

You were pretty upset when Sensi Larwance kept calling Eli "lip"

But even he came back as hawk he really did something to you

His mohawk and the blue was just hot

You were flirting with them both did they both know

You hoped not

This went on for weeks until the week after the all valley

When they told you to meet up with them and some other members from the dojo for some more victory celebration you weren't opposed

When you got to the restaurant it was just hawk and Miguel there

Of course you knew what it was about

They asked you which one of them you wanted

You couldn't chose so you ran out

You ran into the woods

The animals and the wandering had just always been calming for you

You knew you weren't going to be back till late so you called Mrs. Diaz and said you would be late because of some extra karate

She didn't bother asking Miguel you were a good kid why check

When you finally made it back home it was 2 a.m. and everyone was asleep

You cane in quietly and grabbed a shirt to sleep in

Hawk and Miguel were there and you could tell they tried to wait for you

You laid awake trying to think about what to say

You couldn't avoid them and their questions forever

But you didn't want to lose either of them but if you don't chose you'll lose them both

When you woke up the bed was empty

You looked and saw the shirt you were wearing wasn't yours

It was hawk's

You hoped neither of them would notice but that was unlikely

You just decided to go on your but when you got on the room door opened

It was hawk and Miguel they didn't expect you to be awake so soon

It was 8 a.m. and you didn't do to bed until 3:30 a.m.

They knew neither of them was asleep and you knew that

"Are you gonna talk and not run this time" -h-

"I don't know what your talking about" -y-

"Come on we need to talk" -m-

When you finally all talk you all think dating eachother is best

And is it the best goddamn thing to ever happen to you

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

I hate to love you. Pt 1

Hawk x fem Reader

SUBMISSION from anon- some real enemies to lovers stuff with Hawk like they really hate each other, and it slowly turns from hate to love. 🤔 Maybe they did know each other before Hawk, and that set off the rivalry between them? Idk for sure

I have chosen to make this a fem reader who is from another dojo. Will jump times as she will not be taking part in much of the first 2 seasons.

The All Valley tournament was supposed to be your crowning glory. You'd been training for years, from a small child to now at 16 you had built up the courage to compete in the Tornament. You had your eyes set on beating last year's champ. You worked your way through boy after boy, match after match.

There was a girl who was badass you wished you could have fought but she was taken out too soon. Then it was the last round before the centre mat, you were up against Cobra kai. A guy with a blue mohawk stepped onto the mat, he had a scar on his lips and his sleevles gi didn't quite hug his body.

You'd seen him fighting and he was good, but you didn't feel any less confident as you bowed to him.

Taking your fighting stance, he gave you the same look every one gave you. Your stance was open and unconventional; you knew that. Your sensie had come over from Okinanwa, giving you many forms and katas that differed from the Americsn Karate.

The fight began, and you easily took the first point. The boy, whose friends were calling Hawk, scowled at you, running his tongue across his bottom lip.

Round 2 and both of you matched block for block, until he managed to grab you up and twist you round until your back hit the mat and he steuck you in the chest.

"Hello, princess." He grinned.

1 point each.

You push him off you, returning to your starting place. Round 3, and you left nothing to chance. Lunging forward and using a pressure point to freeze one of his arms. You take out his legs and quickly kneel beside him, landing a punch to his chest. You say nothing as you stand up, knowing that your silence was angering him more.

2-2 and this would be the last round. You take a moment to centre yourself, using a short kata to focus your mind. Hawk stares at you, a muscle in his mouth flexing. He glances back to his friends and cracks his neck.

"Lets go, princess." The ref calls fight and you both start lunging and blocking until Hawk clamps you in an arm lock twisting you round so your back was against his chest. Part of you liked the feeling. You ignored that and shoved your leg through his hooking and spinning. He flipped over you but he was too fast and had you on the floor, his legs around your waist as he scored his third point winning the match.

He smirked at you before getting up. With a huff you flip yourself over and storm over to your sensie. He tries to comfort you but its no use.

Once you'd showered and dressed the two of you left the arena heading to a local diner for some dinner. Your Sensie decided to head back to his house, leaving you with just the large platter of nachos and a burger. Competing gave you an appetite. That's when you heard them coming in. The Cobra Kai karate students. They were all singing and cheering for one of the boys. He'd won the Tornament.

'At least that dick from last year didn't win' you thought to yourself.

The girl you'd wanted to fight came over to you.

"Hey you were at the Tornament right?" She asked.

"Yeah." You need gesturing for her to sit down. Her friends were too busy to notice.

"You were awesome today!" She gushed.

"No way, I was gutted when you lost I was looking forward to fighting you." You laughed.

"Always next year. I'm Aisha."

"Hey, I'm y/n" You and Aisha chatted for a while until the group called her back over to them. You were happily packing up your phone and wallet into your gym bag minding your own business when someone sat across from you.

"You put up a good fight today?" The male voice spoke. You looked up to see Hawk smiling at you.

"Thanks, but I know I'm good, I don't need your approval." You say standing up and heading towards the door. He followed close behind you.

"Hey, you should come join Cobra Kai."

"No thanks, run along back to your girlfriend. she looks lonely." You took the opportunity of distraction to slip out of the door and over to your car. Glancing once more into the diner, you watched the Mohawked teen jokeing with his friends. You couldn't pinpoint the feeling inside you, but you knew you wanted to punch his pretty mouth.

You didn't see the Cobra Kai's again until you were sitting in A&E. You had managed to break your arm during a training session when you watched a boy you recognised being wheeled in. There was a lot of panic, and then a few more kids brought in with minor injuries. As you were pulling your bag over your shoulder and walking towards the doors, you bumped into Hawk, he had cuts on his face and his hair was now red.

"You don't go to our school?" He said confused by your presence.

"No, I got hurt during training. What happened?" You ask, forgetting that you'd promised to hate him forever.

"Miguel, got hurt." He said still looking confused.

"Shit, how bad?" You ask, knowing that was the name of the All Valley champ.

"I don't know. Bad. He'll be okay, I gotta get pay back on Demetri. He'll pay for doing this to me."

"Got beat in a fight?" Some of his friends came up to him, patting him on the back.

"Whatch your mouth or I'll break your other arm." He sneered at you. You scoffed at him.

That was when his girlfriend came rushing over. She grabbed his face and started inspecting his cuts. Feeling awkward, you walked away.

[hotgirlsummersam]

Tagged by @fallcolorspringrapid in this getting-to-know-my-blog game, thanks bestie! <3

1. why did you choose your url?

I’ve been using this name or some version of it since like...2003? I ripped the name off from a manga I was into as a kid because I wanted to sound like an edgy witch boy. I changed one of the letters, at least.

2. any sideblogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

Yep, I’m a mod over at SPN Trope Round Robin. I’ve been thinking of making a sideblog for my photography also? And one for my thoughts about novelty junk food (i.e. Sour Patch Kids cereal) because I get a kick out of that stuff.

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

Since October 2020, but I wasn’t very active until December when I got back into the trenches of the Supernatural fandom.

4. do you have a queue tag?

Nope, I don't really use my queue - I do things like this:

:)

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

I was deep, deep into Hannibal fanfic on AO3 and a bunch of writers I liked linked to their tumblrs and I thought, "why not?" I'd never really used tumblr before then.

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

It’s just a cutesy little cartoon version of me that I made with an app:

(I don't actually have my lip pierced but there was no eyebrow or septum option and I wanted accessories. There was also no mohawk option. Anyway it me.)

7. why did you choose your header?

I just really like bees? 🐝 I'm very into semi-realistic black-and-white bug art right now.

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

It’s exactly tied between the Sam/Dean queerplatonic bootlicking movement (which has its own collection on AO3) and my wincest wedding comparative that I made with bits from Sacrifice (my beloved) and lyrics from my favorite White Stripes song.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

Uh. Like 80 or so? 🤷‍♂️ Cherish all of you even if I don't want to count.

10. how many followers do you have?

123. I am baby.

11. how many people do you follow?

429. Like a quarter of them are art blogs.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

Who, little old me? I would never. ☺️

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

Far, far too often. I'm an obsessive checker, and since I barely use my queue because it's finicky and I'm weird about posting order I have to waste time dealing with that.

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

Does this count? I think my arguments were compelling.

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

Hate them.

16. do you like tag games?

I love them! Sometimes I forget to do them or don’t have the energy but I always appreciate the thought. <3

17. do you like ask games?

Same as above - I’ve had asks languishing in my inbox for months about my WIPs and for that I do apologize, but I love getting them. <3

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Hm...I almost dropped dead when @quickreaver started following me back. She's one of my favorite artists and has Very Good Taste. 👌

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

Oh I don’t knowwwww... 😏😏😏 Okay, yes, my partner @venhedish and a couple others.

20. tags?

Oh jeez, uh. Who hasn't gone? I'll tag @quickreaver again, @ohnoitsthebat, @queerfables, @uttermywish, @tintentrinkerin, @fandom-hoarder, @las-lus, @samsbighonkintiddies, @redmyeyes (and whoever else wants to because if I didn't tag you I still love you) go wild pals

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Dandy And The Jet 🚀 [2] Bar Fights, Baby!

- Space Dandy x reader -

[part 1] [part 3]

- - - - - - -

After transported from Dr. Gel's ship, I finally reached the targets next location. Looking around my surroundings, apparently, this Dandy guy was on his way to some sleazy alien bar.

Walking straight to the front door, the locals surrounding the place here were as shady as they come. Cheeky con aliens looking for their next sucker, prostitutes out in the open without a care in the world, muscular alien bikers that were almost seven feet tall who meant business and I mean really mean it!

The inside of the bar was warm but almost lack oxygen with so many creatures inside because of the insane amount huddled together like sardines, a human-like me wouldn't be noticed right off the bat. Unless I tried to engage in conversation with anyone. The floor was sticky - I swore some large blue alien got knocked over and couldn't get his face off the tile when he landed face first.

Luckily, a few seats in front of the bar itself weren't taken. I sat down. Once I did, a tall slim pink alien woman with three tentacles came to my seat. She was friendly but frightening to look at first glance. She brightly smiled at me with multiple small sharp rows of dark yellow teeth.

I ask for a simple Flaming Indigo, it was this purple colored alcoholic beverage that I kinda enjoyed to pass the time. It tasted of grape soda and coke and a hint of strong cinnamon from the fire that lit up before you drank it.

The barista served my drink in a matter of seconds. I stared down at the purple fizzles inside the cup and gulped it down. I asked to keep them coming while waiting for this Space Dandy.

What felt like hours, I told the alien barista to cut it with the drinks for a bit. A couple of people left the bar, so it was down to a fair few, no more crowds bumping into.

I heard the door sway open, I saw what it appeared to be him. Large slicked back pompadour, sideburns, varsity jacket, metal soles that clink. Just like Dr. Gel described.

The others were I'm guessing his group, a Betelgeusian and a small two-wheeled robot.

I tried to lay low, not seem like I'm staring at them so closely. Instead, I tried to stare down at my half-empty glass. I heard footsteps approach next to me unexpectedly, it was him and his crew. Dandy sat next to me, unaware I was next to him.

"I can't believe that the alien we caught was just some shape-shifter!" hearing the alien cat groan in stress. Dandy shook off his complaint. "Eh, it happens. Hey waitress! How about a drink for my pet over here!" Dandy cried out. "Hey! I'm not your pet!" I heard right after.

Dandy laughed it off and stopped suddenly. "Hey, do you by any chance have a locator with ya, mine kinda broke." I almost choked on my drink.

"Are you talking to me?" I asked, puzzled."Yeah, sorry for scaring you like that, hun." Did he just call me hun? Oh well, just play along.

"Than yeah, I have one."

"Oh sweet! See Meow, our luck is turning after all!" He moved his excitement to his cat friend. His friend named Meow just rolled his eyes in response.

"Any drinks your interested in this afternoon, sir?" The waitress from early asked. "Uhh, yeah.." Dandy was looking around until he spotted my drink.

"I'll have what she's having!" He pointed at me. I looked at him as though he was crazy. He saw my reaction, "You don't mind, right?"

Keeping my cool all I can say was, "Not at all." Showing a warm smile. "Cool." He said simply right after.

Before the waitress passed his drink, I felt a large figure approaching us. Stomps were vibrating the ground and our drinks. I was hesitating on fighting whoever was asking for it...

The stomps stopped right behind Dandy. My eyes cornered seeing a large red-orange alien, their hair was in a Mohawk, cliche I know but true. And judging by the black leather coat, he was one of the fearsome, tough bikers from outside.

"Excuse me, but your sitting in my seat.."

I heard Dandy's crew were freaking out in the sidelines, praying for Dandy not to die. I'm guessing they were thinking of either running away to the ship or stay and watch their leader get beaten to a pulp. Either way, something bad was about to unfold.

Dandy didn't even look back at the guy, he just sipped his drink without care! He probably thought he was some alien, but I think the logic would judge by the raspy voice that this large guy had was no one to fuck with. I'm gonna take a short wild guess that Dandy isn't exactly the smartest in the crew.

Crap.

"Sorry, but I took this seat first." Dandy, not sure if this is the time to act high and mighty. If he saw who he was talking to, he probably would've given up his seat in a matter of seconds.

The biker alien grabbed Dandy by the shoulders, hoisted him up like it was nothing. Turn his small form around to see a close up of his face. And being the few people who got a front-row seat, that was a face only a mother could love...

I couldn’t let Dandy die. I had to bring him to Dr. Gel or Admiral Perry alive. But that would mean I would have to break my nice, human attitude loose now if I really wanted him alive at the end of this task. Oh, fuck this.

I looked at my drink and saw it was empty now. Right on time.

I stood from my seat, smashed the rim of the glass on the hard bar counter. I took the now open sharp glass and used it to stab the alien biker on its thick skull. A bit over the top and extreme but punches wouldn’t get this guy to loosen Dandy.

It winced in pain and let go of Dandy, dropping him on the floor. As the large alien was crying in pain and trying to yank off the glass cup off his skull, I kicked as hard as I could on his side and made him fall onto the three tables that were next to him. Making it hard to get back up, and giving me some time to drag Dandy and his crew to safety.

"Come on you idiot!" He looked at me shocked, so did his friends but I didn't care. Getting impatient, I just grabbed both his hands to get him up faster. Pulling him away from the bar, his crew followed along by his cat friend holding that small robot from earlier and running behind me.

I quickly turn to Dandy as we were running. "Where’s your ship!" I urgently asked him. He was studdering at first but quickly regained his composure. "It's over there!" He pointed a few feet away which looked like a lot when running away from a huge biker alien that was capable of whatever the fuck, which I did not plan on finding out!

It was the large yellow canoe ship of some sort. I immediately pushed all three inside the ship and went straight to the now-closed front window, seeing the alien running toward us with that a glass shard still in his skull. How the hell is he still able to walk after that?!

I immediately turned my head to Dandy, seeing him still lounging on the floor. "We gotta move!" He and his crew looked at me in question. I jumped onto the main seat, good thing I at least knew the basics of piloting a ship, like when to go fast as you can as a huge alien is chasing us down as we speak!!

"Listen, lady, I--!" Before Dandy could finish his sentence, the front of the ship was forcibly grabbed suddenly. I saw that the biker from earlier was holding a grudge and wouldn't give up on it.

"Oh geez! He caught us like we're fish or something!" The alien cat cried out. “EEEE!!" The tiny robot cried after in autotune.

"Relax, I got this!" I immediately tried engaging the boosters as much as I can so this guy can let go as we rocket the fuck outta here. I concentrated until it was the right the time to let go and having all the booster bars full. Hearing Dandy and his crew telling me to hurry up because the alien was trying to break the glass frame.

Two bars, Meow was crying out and holding the robot.

Three bars, Dandy was crying out and tried to force me to start the ship now.

Four

Five, I blasted the ship right into the billboard sign, where that alien got impacted onto in seconds. We finally made it through. I heard silence now, guess it was lecture time. I put the ship on autopilot and faced Huey, Dewey, and Louie.

"What?" I asked them. Dandy seemed more offended than the other two. "What'ya mean what? No stranger is allowed to use the ship unless it's QT our robot here."

"You do remember that I saved you, right? You know, thanks for saving me from a seven feet tall alien that could've beaten me in juices." I defended myself.

"See Meow, this is exactly why I rarely take women in my crew unless I'm doing them in the behind." Meow and QT were looking back and forth to each other, back to Dandy.

"I don't know man, I mean she did save you, we saw it," Meow said simply. "Adding on, she has sharp and quick combat skills that none of us have in this group." QT agreed.

Dandy looked at them as though they were entirely different people. "Crew meeting now!"

Meow, QT and Dandy went to a different room. You were still standing in the pilot room, looking where the ship will take next.

"What exactly are you two saying by 'group' and 'adding'?" Dandy asked, directly at QT who he quoted said line. QT responded. “I'm saying she would be a great addition to the crew, no offense Dandy, but when was the last time you shot anything with that ray gun of yours?" Dandy felt offended. How can QT bring up his poor marksmanship like that, especially since he would assume that she would be better at shooting than he would!

But, that robot is right. She would be a good use for the team for a little while... Dandy thought.

"Yeah, I like her!" Meow jumped in. "She seems cool and did you see how badass she was when she saved you from that guy! We thought you were gonna die this time."

It's so nice to know that my crew did not think I would live today.

"Alright, alright, cool it!" Dandy said to pipe them down. They looked at Dandy, waiting for what he was gonna say next.

Maybe it was time to finally have a female member in the group. Meow and QT seemed esthetic about her being here already, Other than Dandy kind of. Dandy just looked back in the small window seeing her.

She was good at starting Aloha Ole with no hesitation, and she saved my ass back there, and hot while doing it.

Although now that I'm looking at her backside a bit, she does have a body that she's comfortable with having. I'd give her booty a 7/10 at most. Something that I wouldn't mind looking at when bored but also wouldn't get too distracted by in a serious and tough situation.

What felt like painstaking minutes for Dandy to respond, he finally spoke.

“She...she can stay."

All three of them finally left the other room and went to where she was. Hands in Dandy’s pocket, sucking up with what he had to say but needed to!

"I'm sorry." Her eyebrows rose a little but not too much. "Miss, would you like to be apart of the Space Dandy crew?" Meow and QT were silently pleading in the sidelines.

Her face lit up a little bit. She mentally check-marked the first step of the mission. She never thought she’d get this far already, she mainly expected to stealthily east drop places to see them. But hey, crazy luck. Realizing they were waiting for a response, she spoke. "Alright, I always did wanted to be part of a crew." She shrugged.

Both Meow and QT wanted to celebrate that a new member was finally accepted.

Meow and QT cheered on and quickly had the idea of celebrating a new member for a 'celebration snack'?

They left soon after, meanwhile, she was left with Dandy alone, standing a few feet away from each other. Let awkward silence ensue.

"I'm sorry for saying that your a stranger and taking you from... behind." Dandy looked down, a little bit ashamed for what he said earlier. Not expecting Meow and QT to leave that fast.

"It's fine, I mean, I technically am a stranger to you guys and that last part is none of my business and I shouldn't judge you for that as a person." Someone that understands his pervy tendencies and is hot! Dandy actually doesn’t regret letting her stay now...

Before they can end this awkward back and forth conversation and calling it a night. Dandy forgot the crucial part of getting to know someone.

“By the way, I didn't catch your name?"