#i think you guys saw the one guy who was nice to them and clung to it even tho its so dry and like idk ?

[milo-igidk]

breaking my slience i rlly dont like the dadwin hc

[seungfl0wer]

*Chan Calling You Clingy*

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader (GN)

Warnings: none? I mean arguing and cursing? Not proof read

The way this one sounds like it could be real hurts me even more not gonna lie

This is part of a series Find the other members here:

Bangchan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

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Your boyfriend and you had just arrived in Australia. He had brought you to spend sometime with him and his family. It wasn’t often that he had time to himself it was almost unheard of though that he had time to be able to visit his home and family. This was not the first time you had met his family. You and Chan had been dating for a few years now. They treated you like family and you were comfortable around them. Chan was able to get 4 whole days here with his family and it made you so very happy to see him be able to spend time with them.

You followed him around a lot while you were there, although you were comfortable around his family it still made you nervous to be without Chan. His sister who was out in the US with friends had told you about a good food spot there that she said “you totally had to eat at before leaving.”

You asked Chan about it when you got there and he told you “you guys would stop there at some point.” The time was winding down really wanting to stop by you asked him again. He just basically sighed “babe we will” his voice low. He sounded grumpy for some reason you stared at him for a second before asking him what was wrong. He rolled his eyes “nothing y/n” he said getting up to grab his drink. He’s seemed irritated all day today and you don’t know what was wrong. Did you do something? Did someone say something?

You didn’t wanna press, you laid your head on his shoulder only for him to move it making you move your head. You looked confused offended even. What was his problem? Why the fuck won’t he talk to you about it. He looked at you “can you just leave me alone” he hissed. He got up walking to his window to look outside. His mom and dad had went to the store quick to grab a few things for lunch.

“Channie what’s wrong?” You ask voice cracking a bit. “Y/n please” he said in almost a growl. You could feel he was angry but why? It was eating away at you before you kept at it “babe talk to me? What’s wrong? Did I do something?” You asked walking towards him. He spun around “y/n what part of leave me alone don’t you get? You’ve been so clingy the whole damn time I feel like I haven’t even had a chance to spend with my family. Can you just leave me alone!” He spat out his words running together.

He’s never raised his voice at you let alone yet at you like this. You could feel your eyes weld up with tears and you nod “fine I’ll leave you alone” you said before grabbing your bag heading out the front door. You walked to the park chan and you would frequently would go to. You went to play some music to calm you down a bit realizing you forgot your phone at the house. You sat there thinking you should go back for it deciding not to. Not wanting to see Chans dumb cute face right now.

You sat in one of the swings wiping your tears away. You sat there calming yourself down for a bit before going to a spot you two had dubbed as “your spot” it was a small spot covered by trees nice and shady. You laid down underneath it your mind just racing. Thinking about how you’ve been lately. You had kinda clung to him a lot while down here, feeling awkward a bit still not wanting to be alone at his house with his parents yet.

Chan had cooled down a bit he was about to text you but his parents came home. He went to help bring in groceries helping his mom put them away. “Y/n go for a walk?” His mom asked grabbing a pan out of the drawer. He tilted his head a bit as she continued “we saw he walking towards the playground you guys go to all the time.” He breathed out a bit and just nodded not wanting to get into what happened.

He headed back to his room to grab his phone to text you to come back for dinner.

Chan ran, he ran as fast as he could. All the horrible scenarios raced through his head. He felt the tears building up as he ran. As he finally got to the park he frantically looked for you. God where were you! He couldn’t find you, his heart sank fearing the worst. Before remembering the little place you guys had a picnic here under the trees.

He raced to the spot his eyes widened as he saw you lying under it. He felt at ease a bit finally finding you. You had fallen asleep under the trees you looked so pretty but yet so sad with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks.

He softly rubbed your shoulder trying not to scare you awake. “Babe wake up” he said softly. Your eyes fluttered awake bringing your hand up to wipe at them. Trying to focus your eyes and wake yourself up you stared up only to be met with Chans gaze. You sat up looking around forgetting you had come to the park “did I fall asleep” you asked rubbing your head.

Chan almost full on tackled you wrapping his arms around you pulling you to him. “Y/n I’m so sorry for what I said to you” he said burring his face into your shoulder. “I brought you here to spend time with me and my family and all I did was be an asshole.” He said his voice sounded so sad, cracking in parts. He sniffled as he tried to choke back his tears “I shouldn’t have lashed out at you, I’m just sad we have to leave. It’s so hard for me to leave.” He stuttered “I hate that I only get to visit so little. I want to spend more than a few measly days with my family you know? It’s all I ever get. The others get to see their families why can’t I”

At this point he was sobbing into the crook of your neck. You’ve never really seen him cry it’s normally only a few tears before he pushes it away. He doesn’t show this side very often not wanted to seem weak. But here he was crying so hard on your shoulder.

You rubbed the back of his head as you let him cry it out. He started to calm down a bit “Chan I’m sorry if I took away time with your family.” You said still rubbing the back of his head. He shook it no “no no don’t say that you’re part of our family now. I’m sorry for the way I acted you didn’t deserve that.” He pulled away from you wanting to look at your face. He places a hand on the side of your face as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb. “You aren’t clingy by the way, I just said it while I was mad. I know it won’t take away the hurt but please don’t make it make you pull away. I love how you are and I’d never change anything about you.”

His eyes searched your face only to be met with a small stream of tears “I just don’t wanna be to clingy to the point I push you away either.” You said through tears. “You won’t I promise you. I promise you my love. You will never push me away. You’re stuck with me remember?” He said tapping his finger at the promise ring he got you a few months ago “I’m not going anywhere.” He said before pulling you into him. “I love you angel” he said kissing your cheek. “And I love you too” you said whipping away the tears.

He helped you up giving you a big long hug before heading home to the delicious lay out of food his parent had just got done preparing. You headed to the bedroom to find your phone with all his messages. “Babe I’m sorry I never responded to you. I left my phone here” you said with puppy dog eyes looking at him. “It’s ok my love, I’m just happy you’re safe.”

💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

[froggoon]

I’ll love you in every multiverse I Five Hargreeves x Reader

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Post Apocalypse Au! ( Yes Im writing another one )

Pt2 WC: 1,791

Summary: The Umbrella’s can understand jumping through time and all its rules, yeah fuck with the timeline and it’ll fuck you right back. But what happens when a portal opens up in the middle of the academy and outfalls a girl who claims to be Five’s wife from a different universe.

Disclaimer: This takes place after season one if Viktor didn’t blow up the moon. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡

The Umbrella Academy had saved the world from its supposed end. The siblings had lounged around the academy slowly letting reality set that they had avoided their demise. It was the next morning when each of them woke up to check their surroundings, making sure that doomsday wasn’t there.

Five went downstairs for his morning coffee when he saw Allison scrolling for flights on her phone and Klaus checking where was the next place he could buy drugs.

“Leaving so soon?” He questioned.

Allison looked up at him although happy to see her brother, guilty because he was right.

“I have to go see my daughter. After everything that has happened I need her now just as much as she needs me.”

Five nodded his head, understanding where she was coming from, although a little irked she wasn’t wasting any time running away.

A loud zap was heard and wind swirled toward the top of the room. A red portal had opened above the living room. The rest of the siblings (Luther, Viktor, Diego) had rushed down to see what the loud noise was. It was deja vu, like when Five had returned for the first time. In the portal, they could see a fight happening. Figures that had looked like them in a place that looked like their home. A woman’s back came close to the portal, they could see she was in combat but stood observing. Another man who they couldn’t identify, rushed forward and pushed the woman through the portal.

A girl who looked to be in her early twenties had fallen through. Her face was covered in soot, her hair black as night, and her eyes closed in pain. She was wearing a navy body suit that clung to her figure, and blood, not her own, stained the fabric.

The Hargreeves gathered around to observe this strange phenomenon trying to assess the danger. They were so used to people being against them, so why would this time be different.

You coughed loudly before sitting up, and each sibling tensed with adrenaline. The girl looked around the room with blazing blue eyes before she landed on the youngest Hargreeves.

“Five?” you questioned.

Everyone turned to look at Five.

Luther spoke up first, “You know her?”

“I have never met her in my life.” Five retorted.

The girl dusted off her suit before standing. “Well if you never met me, you either will meet me or I’m dead in this universe.”

“The names y/n , y/n Hargreeves.”

“I don’t remember our father adopting anyone else,” Diego said. He raised his knives, carefully ready to strike at any move she would make.

“That’s because I wasn’t adopted into this family. Married actually.” And with this, she held up her left hand, a beautiful diamond ring shone in the light with a gold band beneath it. The diamond was embellished with 2 smaller emeralds on the side, perhaps representing her lover’s eyes.

“Married? To who.” Viktor questioned.

“To him.” She looked back at Five.

“Well not to him, an alternate version of him. We met a few years ago and got married, nice seeing the family again,” she nodded her head towards the siblings.

“So what are you saying you guys are married in a different timeline?” Klaus asked.

“No, not a different timeline, a different universe.” She sat down on the couch.

Your brain felt like it was rattling against your skull, and your body ached. You took a minute to think. Fuck, it was going to be difficult to get back to your Earth, and to make things better you had no idea where to start.

“Alright before you all start firing questions at me, someone get me a cup of coffee, black please.” You threw a jacket that hung over the couch on you to hide the state of your clothes. "Allow me," The alternate of your husband said. Five quickly blinked the two of you into the car and began to drive, leaving his brothers and sisters dumbfounded. "So you and I, are married in another multiverse."

"Correct." "You look to be about my age, how come I haven't met you yet here." Surely he would remember someone as beautiful as you. "Well it's as I said, my version here could be dead or you might not have met her yet. That being said although 18 out of the 20 multiverses I have visited, we are together." "And the other two?" "In Earth 216, we are strangers, never have crossed paths, and never will. We simply live our lives with other people." Five's eyebrows furrowed. For some reason even if he didn't know you, he didn't like the idea of you with someone else. "In Earth 894, we were madly in love but our egos destroyed us, and we were never the same since." Five could tell there was more to that story but didn't press any further. "So tell me about us, how did we end up together." "I was Diego's friend first, he and I met in the police force. Diego kinda took me under his wing as I was the youngest graduate out of the academy. Perks of having a high IQ." Five raised his eyebrow at that. "Anyways, he invited me over after your father's funeral. " "Long story short, you fell in love with my charms and I was the only one who could tolerate you. We got married not too long after. It was a small wedding but it's my most precious memory. Our families had gathered together at the church no too far away from here. You cried on our wedding day by the way." Inciting a side glare from Five.

"But...that's where we had some problems." "Do you remember when I fell out of that portal?" Five nodded his head remembering seeing a fight in the alternate dimension. "Well, apparently some of the 43 are not too happy about their powers, nor happy about living among the common people, they believed themselves superior and it became chaos." The two of you arrived at Griddys. Five walked over to the side of your door and opened it for you. "Thank you, darling." You said with a smile. Five's heart spiked at the nickname. He shook his head at the feeling, obviously, it's just what you were used to calling YOUR Five. The two of you sat at the counter and ordered your coffees and sweets. You signed before pulling out a small stack of photos from inside your suit. "This is us and your family." The photo was a picture of you and Five on your wedding day. Five had never looked so happy. Beside him was Luther who he assumed was his best man, next to him was Viktor, Diego, and a man who looked like you. You must have caught his staring, "That's my brother Damien." He nodded and looked beside you. You were wearing a long white dress with intricate lacing, the dress was strapless with a square neckline and had a small slit on the side. Your veil was flipped over your head and flowed down your back. Beside you, was Allison as your maid of honor and two other women who he assumed were your friends. You weren't looking at the camera but at him. The next picture you gave him was a close-up of the two of you. You were the one taking the photo. His alternate self was older and had longer hair and facial hair, but he faced your side kissing your cheek affectionately. "This is my favorite photo of you." You handed him another photograph but this one didn't have you in it. This one was a picture of just Five and in his arms a little girl. She looked like you. Five gulped, a million questions ran through his head. Could this... could this have been his future if he didn't make that stupid jump? You said that not all multiverses are the same, you and him could never meet in this one. But that didn't stop his heart from hurting at the thought of missing out on a life of happiness because of his arrogance. "Before you jump to conclusions, she's not ours. She's my niece that we were babysitting. You just looked so sweet with her. You had always told me you wanted kids before but I wasn't ready." You had looked away sadly. In your home, Five always wanted to settle down and raise a family of his own, but you felt like you weren't ready. Now you regretted not because you weren't sure if you would ever be able to get back home. The two of you sat in silence drinking your coffee, both thinking about the what-ifs. "So...how did you end up here. I've been able to time travel but I've never thought about the possibility of multi-dimensional traveling." "As I said there was a fight between us, your family, and some of the 43. They called themselves the Ascendants. Believe to be the superior race." You took a deep breath before continuing. "The Ascendants had a man who could travel the multiverse with his own power, no special gear or machine need. We had planned to capture him but miscalculated. He was ready for us and he aimed to take out me, his biggest threat."

You took another breath before looking into Five's eyes. "I can warp reality. It is essentially in the name. I can manipulate reality itself, altering the fabric of existence according to my will." "But not without a cost," you continued. "Each time I control something, and the bigger it is, the more of my life force I use." Five sat in silence. This was a lot of information to take in. "So what now. How do I help you get back home." "I have...no clue. You were always the smarter one of the two of us. You were the one who had built the machine, of course before it was destroyed when Viktor took out the house." You sighed. It was going to take a lot of research and time to figure it out. "Well, I'm newly retired and have nothing on my plate so let's start at the library." He hopped off the stool and made his way to the door. "You coming?" He said turning to look at you. You smiled, he was a great man. Even if this Five wasn't your husband you loved him no matter what. You ran up looping your arm in his making your way out of Griddy's. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ Pt 2 of this story is out now!

Author's note: I got tons of drafts just full of ideas I've had and never gone through with. I've been rewatching the MCU films and Spiderverse so that was kinda my inspiration for this one. If you like my work check out my other Five stories here! I also always appreciate comments and feedback! It definitely keeps me going. She's my Angel Pt1. Shes my Angel Pt2.

[bigbadvoxbox]

Would you be okay with doing a Adam x Fem reader? I need more possessive sex from Adam I can't help it

absolutely yes

warnings: nsfw. possessive sex. unprotected sex too, and he cums inside. we hate the drummer too.

- Adam loved his fangirls. He knew he fuckin rocked, but it was still so fuckin hot to hear them tell him that he rocked.

- You were his favourite fangirl in particular, always cheering him on, in your cute little homemade tees with his logo on.

- He hadn't yet had the chance to whisk you away backstage and show you something that he's even more skilled at than guitar. But he figured you'd wait for him, like the adoring little fangirl you are.

- That was, until he saw his band's drummer gettin all close n touchy with you at a meet n greet. Of course it was the fucking drummer, that fuckin dick. He couldn't help but feel a bit pissed. Of all the fans, he had to go and choose you? No! You were Adam's number one fan!

- That was when his brilliant, genius, amazing idea came to mind. He yanked a microphone from whoever the fuck, he didn't care,

"Announcement everyone! I have a fuckin' announcement to make so listen up! I'm gonna choose a toootally random person here today, and you get to spend the day with me! Fuckin' Adam!"

- It was not random at all.

- He immediately chose you.

- Fuck you drummer, whatever the fuck your name is.

- You were absolutely ecstatic. Sure the drummer was cool, but Adam? He was your dream guy. You found him so awesome, and jumped at the chance to spend some time with him.

- 'That's my girl. You fucking know who's best.' he couldn't help but think to himself.

- You spent the day at his place listening to him play guitar, and tell you allll about how awesome band life was, and just how awesome Adam was in general, to which you agreed.

- You briefly mentioned your encounter with the drummer, explaining how he had offered to take you out some time. Adam couldn't allow that, you were his girl!

- He needed to act fast.

- "Y'know Babe, I saw those cute little t-shirts you made for our last gig. I especially loved the ones with my logo on 'em." he started, before his voice quietened, "And I bet... if I were to take a little look under this jacket of yours... I'd see that tshirt, wouldn't I?" he asked, a knowing smirk on his face.

- Your face turned red with embarrassment. How did he know? You unzipped your jacket, showing off the homemade tee you wore, his logo proud and bold in the centre of your chest.

- "I fuckin' knew it." his grin was smug as fuck.

- He started off with a few light touches, grazing your thighs, moving upwards to your waist. "Y'know... you got a pretty nice pair on ya." he'd say, his eyes roaming over your chest for a moment.

- Before long, you had returned his gentle touches, which turned very quickly into a heated makeout session. You just couldn't resist him. (and I can't blame you)

- The kisses escalated into his hands groping at your chest while you clung to his shoulders.

- "You ready to have the best fuckin' night of your life?"

- As he got closer and touchier, he noticed a little bracelet around your wrist. A gift from the drummer in a pathetic attempt to convert you to a whatever-the-fuck-their-name-is-fangirl. He can feel his eye twitch slightly.

- "Let's just get this off." he says as he removes the bracelet. "You don't fuckin' need shit from that asshole. You got me, right?"

- When you both get to the main event, he is so fucking eager to touch you everywhere, get his hands on you and make you his, his girl.

- Hovers over you on the couch, not even knowing where to start. He needs you now.

- Soon enough, whatever pants or skirt you were wearing has been tossed across the room, underwear pulled to one side. But you're keeping that cute t-shirt of yours on. No fucking way is he missing out on fucking you while you wear that.

- He starts with his fingers, since he's gotta treat his pretty little fangirl right, doesn't he? Has you blushing and flustered and he thinks it's the cutest thing ever. He likes that only he will get to see that face.

- But once you're all prepared, his fingers now slick, he cannot wait to be inside you. And god his cock does not disappoint. He leans in, your foreheads almost pressed together. He loves the closeness, making that sweet blush spread across your face as he pushes his cock into you.

- That's when the fun starts, he starts off easy, since no doubt you're a cute little virgin who's been saving yourself for him. But while he starts off gentle and... almost romantic, that image of the drummer gettin too close with you flashes in his mind, and then his hips start to move faster.

- He's now grabbed you by the hips, moving your body in time with his thrusts, to push him even deeper, driving you absolutely wild. Your moans echo off the walls, and he revels in it.

- He can't help himself, and one hand slips under your homemade t-shirt to touch your tits again. What can he say? He loves a good pair of tits.

- The hickeys! My god, the hickeys. He leaves you covered. Everyone will know you are not up for grabs. He'll make sure of that. He's not quite used to feeling so possessive over someone, but you were special.

- It drives you crazy that he slows down, but his thrusts get deeper as he whispers filthy things into your ears. He has you twitching and panting beneath him, which in turn, drives him crazy.

- He then thinks of the perfect way to claim you as his.

- "You want my fucking cum?" he murmurs into your ear as you get closer and closer to cumming. You feel euphoric and dazed, nodding your head dumbly. He can't help but chuckle a little, proud at the state he's reduced you to.

- He makes sure all of it stays inside, keeping you plugged with his cock for a little bit, just letting you both stay in that position even after you've both came. You have another small makeout session as you both come down from it, and he just knows.

- You're always gonna be his girl.

[kathrahender]

This is the actual fic, the other post was the background story to understand this better. This is the second part (2/2), if you want to read the first part (1/2), read the previous post.

Eventually, Tom Kazanky and Pete Mitchell met in Top Gun, but they were a little more hostile towards each other. After all, Tom always saw Konstantin's hurt expression when people mentioned Duke Mitchell, and Pete always saw the pain and betrayal in Duke's eyes when he heard the name "Konstantin Kazansky". Iceman and Maverick's rivalry was similar to the movie, except that the hate they felt for each other was more obvious than in the movie. Their jokes actually meant to hurt the other, and every time they criticized the other, they were meaner than in the canon.

But- like in every Top Gun AU, Iceman became more compassionate after Goose's death, and although Iceman didn't like Mitchell's family, seeing how damaged Maverick was made him realize that he was hating Maverick for the wrong reasons. It wasn't because he was a bad pilot, it was because Duke was his father, and he couldn't stand that. But the pain in his eyes made him think Maverick didn't deserve to pay for Duke's bad actions. That's why he stood by his side. First he was just a teammate who supported him, but after Layton's mission, they became wingmen. The same year they decided to teach at Top Gun together, and they became more than allies or wingmen. They became friends.

At some moment, Maverick realize Iceman made him feel things he didn't feel with his past girlfriends, not even Penny or Charlie. When he saw Iceman at Top Gun, he couldn't help but smile. When Iceman smiled at him during a lesson, it warmed his heart. When some days Iceman decided to stay at his home, and he woke up screaming and crying in his bed, Iceman held him and it made him feel safe. Iceman was always there for him. To help him. To protect him. To catch him when he fell apart. Every time, Tom was there, saying with and without words "I'm here, I'm not going to leave you". So it wasn't a surprise when he realized he liked Iceman (or even loved because his feelings towards him were so intense).

Maverick repressed his feelings, because after all that happened between them, after all the rivalry, after Goose's death, and after Iceman supported him when he needed more help, he wouldn't bear losing him. He knew Iceman was straight, and if he told him he felt something for him, he would leave him, like everyone else (except his father). And he already lost his mother, Goose, Carole and Bradley. He couldn't lose Iceman too. What he didn't expect was how hard it would be to hold back his feelings. A lot of times he avoided Iceman, pretending he was busy with Top Gun's work, because he didn't want him to know the truth. How could he look at his face and say "I like you"? Iceman was his wingman and his friend, but nothing assured him that Iceman wouldn't leave him if he found out he was in love with a guy. Much less if he himself was that guy.

One day, in the afternoon, Iceman knocked at the door of his house, and although Maverick wanted to tell him to get out, he let him in. They stood silent for a moment, and Maverick expected Iceman yelling at him or being angry for ignoring him, but he didn't do that. He talked to him nicely, with a soft tone, like always. And he could deal with Iceman being angry, but Ice was there, looking at him with concern and pain, not forcing him to say anything, holding his arm or wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He got up to stay away from him, trying to hold back his emotions, because he couldn't bear it. It was Iceman's hand in his shoulder and him saying "I'm here for you, Mav, for anything" what broke him. He almost fell to the ground, nearly having a panic attack, but like always, Iceman was there to catch him, to comfort him. Maverick clung to him, as if he was a lifeline. He knew it was probably the last time Iceman would hug him, and he knew Iceman would abandon him, but during that moment, he imagined Iceman staying with him, he imagined he wouldn't be shattered in pieces after Tom left him.

After a few minutes, he slightly got away from Iceman, keeping his hands in his waist, while Iceman was holding his face in his hands, wiping away the tears. "What's happening, Pete?". Maverick closed his eyes, and he muttured, trembling. "I love you". Iceman got paralyzed, and Maverick felt tears in his eyes again "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Ice" he said. Before he could see Iceman looking at him with anger, hate or disgust, he went to his bedroom, but Iceman stopped him, hugging him from behind. "You idiot. You don't have to be sorry. You're not mentally ill and you're not disgusting, Maverick" he held him tighter, and when he heard the following Iceman's words, he sobbed. "I'm your wingman, Pete, I will never leave you. And I will always be here for you. I love you too, Mav"

After that, and even after knowing their life would be hard, they decided to be together. They only lived once, and they wouldn't be cowards and let go of each other. Although they would have to hide from the society, and act like friends in front of everyone, their life would be harder if they weren't dating.

Years later, when people knew the truth about Duke's "betrayal", and when the Navy finally allowed them to date people of their same gender, Iceman and Maverick could finally have their happy ending, and Duke and Konstantin couldn't be more happy for them, because their sons were enough strong and brave to fight for their love, and they succeeded.

Additional information about the fic.

Duke is still considered a traitor because Pete needs to be the same Maverick he was in the movie, and that can only happen if the name "Mitchell" still means "problems" and he is not accepted in Annapolis. He's seen as "the son of a traitor", that's why Goose is his only friend here too.

In this AU, Maverick's mother still dies (when he's... 10 years old more or less), so Pete is raised by his father. Almost the same thing happens to Iceman, because her mother also died when he was a kid.

Iceman doesn't have siblings. Sarah is one of his friends, but she isn't his biological sister.

When talking about people leaving Maverick, he mentioned Carole and Bradley because he is convinced they left him and not the place that reminded them of Goose (after Goose's death, Carole decided to move to another city because she couldn't bear being in Miramar without Goose. She didn't do that because she blamed Maverick for Goose's death and wanted to stay away from him)

With them having a happy ending, I mean them having a happy ending. So I'm just ggnna pretend that Top Gun Maverick's scene didn't happen.

[e-nonsense]

𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

⇢ ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ {ᴀɴʏ!ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ}

⇢ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇꜱꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴄᴜ, ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛɪɴᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ (ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ, ɴᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ꜱʜɪᴛ). ꜱʜᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘꜱ ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ, 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ.

⇢ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ » ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛɪɴᴇ, ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ, ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱɪᴏɴ

"Wait up" Duke's voice was slightly drowned out by rain, the rest of the Bats followed behind him. Earlier in the night, Nightwing had been cursed by some inexperienced warlock and well he turned into a baby. Also he clung to Jason like his life depended on it.

So here they were, the majority of the 3 of 5 Robins and Batman, walking up a mountain, trying to get to a friend of Jason's, they weren't even sure if you were that.

"where are we even going?"

"to see my wife" Dick cheered, and Jason smiled at him.

It was Bruce's turn to ask questions "your what?!"

Jason forgot that nobody else except for Dick and whoever you told knew he was married, "my wife" he looked at them and down at his brother "I'll explain later, we're here"

He pushed the doors open, well tried to before you sensed his presence and the doors opened for him opened the door. Your butler, Jamie wasn't waiting on the other side for once.

What they hadn't expected to see was flashing lights.

Yellow and red?

And yelling "You fucking idiot, you brought it here?!" you, but who were you yelling at?

"In all honesty love, I didn't think it would follow me" Constantine, oh how Jason despised him. He took every opportunity to piss Jason off, like standing too close to you, or holding your hand. He knew you didn't care much for it, because you both viewed each other platonically and you tried to get him to stop but John Constantine was a stubborn man.

But it also made Jason a little insecure, John was a powerful warlock despite what everyone would say he was a nice guy. You probably related to him more, both of you deal with the supernatural everyday.

But everytime Jason has those thoughts you shoot it down, you make him know that he's the only one you'd ever want, the only person you'd ever need.

"It's from hell, John! Of course it'd find you" you took a quick break from yelling at him to mutter a spell under your breath.

Chains appeared from the ceiling, shackling the demon and ripping it from the woman's body. The ruins you had drawn on the bottom of your carpet came in handy for once. It trapped the demon in place, as the two of you performed another spell to send it back to hell.

"Another day, another demon" John breathed out "you alright love?"

"I'm going to kill you Johnny" you grinned, turning around you saw Jason. "I thought I sensed your presence Jase"

The bats mustn't have realised they were staring until you started to walk up to Jason, and gave him a kiss and looked down at the oddly familiar baby he was carrying.

"aww, hi dickiebird" you cooed at the baby waving your fingers at him as he giggled.

"We need your help" Jason smiled at you.

"So, Johnny what do you think?" baby Dick Grayson was asleep in your arms as you turned the page of some old book about age regression magic, pointing at something and John looked over to read it. It wasn't hard magic, but most of the time done on accident, like a slip of the tongue, or mispronouncing something.

When he finished reading the paragraph you showed him, he spoke "sounds about right, and should be simple enough to fix"

Batman was confused, how come Constantine hadn't spoken about you before? Why hadn't Jason told him? Maybe 'cause Bruce would've acted very weirdly about it, like full background check and stalking weird.

Damian was the one to ask though, as if he read his father's mind "how did you two meet?"

you looked up and smiled "I tried to kill him"

Jason laughed at the memory, Dick had been there with him when it happened. "Hm, failed miserably might I add"

"Oh fuck off babe" you grinned

"Why?"

"Because I heard her a mile away" he spoke, earning a soft mutter of liar from you.

Damian was getting irritated "no why did she try to kill you?"

you looked at the current Robin again "thought he was some possessed corpse"

"Can you help Grayson?" Damian hesitated at first, but asked none the less. "Yeah should be able to, but-"

"but?"

You looked at John, "nothing important, I'll help yeah?" he answered for you.

"I hate non-verbal magic"

About thirty minutes later, you had drawn the runes on the walls. And started the spell, you went red? Like your hands and your body were engulfed by a red glow.

You were beautiful.

Most of the time Jason spent thinking about, he would wonder how he deserved you, how you a literal goddess could look at him and see beauty. You often called him graceful, telling him that even Greek sculptors could never create something as beautiful and flawless as him, no statue, no being in any universe compared to your husbands beauty and grace.

And you let him know it everytime, he often turned red and hid his face in your neck or in your hair. One time the Outlaws heard you tell him that, and every single one of them were speechless- even Roy.

You always managed to remind Jason he was loved, no matter what.

ᴛᴀɢ/ꜱ: @co-sharkie

© ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇᴇꜱ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ/ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ/ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ

[foronceididntlookback]

THE ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN OF ULTIMATE DESTINY

written for the @favcharacterpoll , kipps vs. kermit round.

(co written by @krash-and-co because I can't write fight scenes, so thanks krash <3)

here's the fic on ao3

From the dark of the night outside, Kipps knew there was no way he would be seen.

The night was dark, his footsteps silent, bag heavy with the weight of chains, duct tape and rope. Lucy and Tony had offered to come with him, but he knew this must be done alone. As he stepped up to the front door, he tested the handle only to see that it was unlocked. 

He was expected, then.

He heard nothing from inside the house, saw no lights on, nor any other indicator that there was someone home, but he knew better. 

Goggles in place over his eyes, he crept inside, careful to keep his rapier from bashing against the doorframe or the walls of the entry hall. He walked down the dark hall until he saw a thin ray of light coming from a door that had been left ajar.

Quill stepped closer to the door, stopping just outside the room, but before he could lay a hand on the dark-painted wood, it creaked open on tarnished hinges, revealing a thin figure sitting behind a warn dark wooden desk.

“So,” Kermit the Frog started, in that high creaky voice. “You're the loser who thinks he could take me down. What makes you think that a nobody like you, Quilliam Kipps, could defeat someone like me, beloved by all old and young, older than time itself?” 

“Oh, you know, maybe the fact that I'm 3 feet taller than you and have a sword.” Kipps replied smoothly, not at all terrified of this glorified sock puppet. He reached behind his back, finding and door handle and locking it. 

It was now or never.

Kipps strode towards Kermit, dropping his bag to the floor, he rolled his shoulders to release the tension built up and slowly drew his rapier from its sheath.

"Ooh, little guy thinks he's tough, huh?" Kermit taunted.

 He stood up in his chair. The shadows on his face made him look eyeless, one smiling, huge, gaping mouth.

Never mind that. Kipps was surely stronger. He had real arms.

"I think I'm gonna kick your non-existent arse--" Kipps took a step forward-- "all the way up to your mouth hole."

Kermit chuckled. "It's nice to have dreams, Quill."

And whatever Kermit said next was lost to Kipps, for at that second the puppet launched himself directly in Kipps' face.

Before anything else was heard, there was the sound of the clang of metal hitting the floor.

His only defense.

Kipps scrambled to free himself. The puppet clung harder. Kipps felt himself hit a desk, a wall, something unidentifiable; he grasped desperately at empty air to find something to hold on to.

He was going to fall.

"We're making such a connection!" said Kermit, voice strained.

"Mhh-mhhh-mrrff!!" said Kipps. He clawed at the muppet clung to his face like a barnacle. "Fight fair!" he managed to get out.

"Oh, Quill." Kermit did not loosen his grip. "You don't fight fair."

"What would Miss Piggy say?" Kipps yelped, shaking his face like a wet dog.

'"Get his ass, mon chéri!"' Kermit made direct eye contact with Kipps while saying this, which was not only oddly unsettling but distracting enough to send both of them sprawling to the floor.

Coincidentally, right next to Kipps' rapier.

He groped at his side, felt the familiar charms and gems.

Held it tight for dear life.

"Hey, uh, what are you doing?" asked Kermit.

"Animal control," Kipps replied snarkily.

Kipps flung his rapier in the air.

It arched beautifully, although barely seen in the dark room. Yet Kermit's eyes widened.

With a soft poke, it's metal tip punctured his back.

"Oh, agony!" Kermit wailed, leaping from Kipps. "Agony, suffering, death! Oh, oh, oh--"

He suddenly froze and gave Kipps a look. He removed the sword from his body.

"I'm full of fucking stuffing, dipshit."

Kipps gave a battle cry and lunged for the frog. He grabbed him by the arms and shook him.

 "If we promise to end this now," he panted, "I won't kill you like I want. If not..." Kipps mimicked cutting his throat in the typical gesture for 'I'm going to murder you.' "And I mean that literally."

"Hey, hey, we aren't animals here!" Kermit stammered frantically. "We didn't agree to--"

Kipps slammed him against the wall. "YES OR NO?" he shouted.

Kermit wavered for a second, and Kipps took this opportunity to pull Kermit from the wall grabbing a tighter hold on Kermit, and he dragged him toward his bag. 

Kipps threw Kermit to the ground, pinning him down under his knee. He unzipped his bag grabbing out the rope and duct tape, and within seconds, Kermit had his mouth taped shut and his limbs tied together.

Kipps shoved Kermit into the bag and was walking back out the door before Kermit could even start screaming again.

Maybe he should have bacon and eggs for breakfast.

[shivunin]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @greypetrel @layalu @daggerbean and @zenstrike (Zen, I've decided I'm just going to post all fic things on this blog from now on, but I will post something that isn't Dragon Age c:)

Tagging @ndostairlyrium @heniareth @pinayelf @buchimgay @brother-genitivi @jtownnn @dreadfutures @inquisimer

I don't have a picture right now, but I've gotten the first two rows of purple onto the Leliana scarf and I'm really pleased with how the color looks so far! It's been really nice to do something with my hands in the evening, especially since I got hooked on a DND show I can watch at the same time.

Here are a snippet from some Mass Effect fic I'm still playing around with, then a bit from a BG piece I've been working on the last month or so.

From "Sure As Night," a ME WIP (535 Words):

The hum of the elevator to Shepard’s cabin had become familiar and comforting, in an odd way. 

The rest of the ship sounded just slightly off to Garrus. It’d taken plenty of hits after they’d gone through the relay, had almost certainly taken some damage from that final blast. The Normandy wasn’t actively falling apart or neither of them would be up here, but the sound of the engine was just one more thing that was…off. Or maybe Garrus was just hearing things. Wouldn’t be the first time in the past few months. 

But her elevator sounded exactly the same as always. It was…nice, for one thing to stay the same.

“Shepard?” he called. After a moment, the door unlocked and slid open. 

It was not immediately apparent where she was when he stepped inside. Garrus glanced at the trail of water on the floor and followed it to the couch in the next room (top notch detective skills there; wouldn’t his father be proud of him now?). He saw Shepard as soon as he walked down the stairs, sprawled over the couch with her feet braced on the bulkhead. Her hair was tousled and darker than usual, water droplets clung to her exposed shoulders, and the rest of her torso was wrapped in a towel. 

“Hey there,” she said, and Garrus blinked down at her. 

“And here I was coming in to give a formal report,” he said drily. She grimaced and pushed herself up, raking her hair away from her face. 

“Tell me that’s a joke,” she said. “Don’t think I can handle another emergency right now.”

She could, of course. They both knew that if there had been an emergency, she’d bolt out of here as quickly as she could and handle it. It’s who she was, after all. 

“You ask the engineers, it’s all an emergency,” he told her. “But I think they’ll hang on for a little longer or Ken would be talking less.”

Shepard snorted and shifted aside, glancing at the open space beside her. 

Well. He could take a hint. He just hoped she wasn’t about to tell him that last night had been a mistake. He’d been thinking about it plenty since then and he’d reached an entirely different conclusion. Racing through destruction with the expectation of certain death could do that to a person. 

Garrus passed the last step and settled beside her as best he could. He still wasn’t used to the human preoccupation with these squishy pieces of furniture. Didn’t they ever get stuck? He always felt like he’d sink all the way to the floor if he sat back too far. He considered telling her this to break the tension and discarded the idea immediately. He could definitely manage better than that.

“How’s the arm?” she asked him, nudging the arm in question. Garrus shrugged and rolled his shoulder experimentally. After taking a rocket to the face, he’d found that his scale for pain was kind of shot. He hadn’t even realized there was something wrong with it before Chakwas had insisted on scanning him. 

“I’ve had worse,” he told her, and she snorted. 

“Tough guy, huh?” she asked. 

“Something like that,” he paused. “And you? You took a few shots yourself.”

“I’ll survive,” Shepard said, looking at him sidelong, and smiled.

And (with a very different tone!) from a piece I am working on for Tav (234 Words):

Hope; a curious thing. She had been bereft of it for so long that its touch burned her then. 

“Be welcomed, faithful paladin,” Lathander had said. “Be free of the bonds that held you. ”

“My Lord, I will serve you for all my days,” she had told him, and only knew that she was weeping when the droplets struck the hands she’d clenched below.. 

She had never been touched like this. Nobody had ever been touched like this, she was certain of that. 

“You are mine now. The past is done,” he said. “Name yourself to me, Oathsworn.”

Octavia fell away, dead at last and free to rest. The woman she left behind took a deep breath. She had been a child once, and loved. Her family—her family had called her a silly nickname, coined by a brother with too few teeth to say her real one properly. She had left them behind too young, had left behind any hope of belonging somewhere at the same time. 

But—she belonged here now. She belonged to Lathander, as she had once belonged to her family. 

“Tavitha Hallowthorn,” she whispered. “I am Tavitha.” 

“Tavitha,” the god said, already dissipating into countless flecks of light, each of them composed of all the shades of every perfect sunrise. “Be welcome.”

Octavia was dead. Tavitha bowed her head before her god and knew herself for the first time in a very, very long time.

[trashbag-baby666]

Kiss Goodnight-Bradley Bradshaw.

Summary: My oneshot for the Love Is In The Air event 🫶🏻. Bradley couldn’t imagine his life any other way without you.

WC: 2,277.

C/W: Arguing and implied sex.

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Additional Notes: Link To Song Kiss Goodnight by IDKHow But They Found Me.

~No, I don't care

About anything at all

But I still stop and stare

Every time that you call~

Bradley literally couldn't believe he lived a life without you before he met you. Because as soon as he met you as you worked a far too long shift at the Hard Deck.

You assumed he probably would just be a misogynistic pig like most the other men who came in here.

Your long hair in a messy manor held up in a claw clip. As you bustled around the bar.

Bradley waited patiently for it to be settled down, he also needed to brave himself up a bit. You were utterly the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

You smiled and were nice to the people who even gave you a bit of an attitude for being busy. Your denim jean shorts clung to your hips and your tie dye Hard Deck shirt tucked in.

"What can I get ya?" You walked over taking a deep breathe as you leaned against the bar.

"Whatever is on tap is fine," Bradley shrugged taking his wallet out of his pocket.

"Navy huh?" You handed him the glass full of the golden liquid.

"Oh, uh yeah. Naval Aviator." Bradley hummed as he saw you glance at his military ID.

"Nice, place gets filled with plenty of you guys." You sighed finally getting a break as it slowed down. You took the cash from Bradley putting it in the register drawer.

You and Bradley would talk the rest of the night. He was swooning for you hard, his cheeks bright red.

You agreed to go on a date by the time everyone had filed out for the night.

~ See, I know that girls like you

They don't come with guarantees

So if you've got to spend your time

Oh, won't you spend it with me?~

Bradley had found out you were literally the most wonderful person he'd ever met.

Always putting everyone before yourself, not always a good quality but you knew how to handle it.

You guys found spending time on the beach was both a favorite of yours when it came to dates.

You'd set up two lounge chairs for the both of you, big sunglasses perched on your nose, a sundress covering your red bikini Bradley loved so much.

You'd wait for him to come from work to your house on the beach. You'd be sitting on the lounger reading your book. He'd come out the back door in his board shorts and his open Hawaiian shirt. You'd turn and tilt your sunglasses down. Oh, and Bradley would swoon hard. He was falling head over heals he could feel himself tumbling down for you.

Anytime either of you had off of work you'd hang out on the beach, play the piano at the Hard Deck, drink together, you met his friends and would come play Dog Fight football with them.

There wasn't anyone in the entire world he'd rather spend his time with than you.

~I hope we kiss goodnight

It might just end my life

But if you think that it's right, right, right

I hope we kiss goodnight

I hope we kiss goodnight~

Next thing you knew it was Christmas in San Diego. You didn't have family in the area as you'd moved for fun and fell in love with the place.

Bradley invited you to Christmas with his Uncle who was continently married to Penny.

You were more than happy to go, someone to spend the holidays with. Sure, Penny was your boss but she was your first friend in the area as you got the job being the other bar tender at the Hard Deck the week after you moved.

You sat cuddled next to Bradley in Pennys living room as they shared gifts with each others.

"There's one left and it's for y/n." Mav handed the box to you.

"Thank you," you smiled and saw it was from Bradley, "You didn't have to get me anything!"

"You didn't have to get me anything either and you did." Bradley nudged you, "Now open it."

You unwrapped the small box and opened it. Inside it contained a charm bracelet, there was a plane charm, a B charm then a heart then a charm with the first letter of your name on it.

"Oh my god Bradley." You looked at it, "This is beautiful!"

"You can add more to it!" Bradley smiled as you hugged him tight. You peppered his face and neck in kisses.

"Ew," Amelia giggled and threw a ball of wrapping paper at the two of you. You giggled and set the bracelet on the side table and returned the ball of paper.

"Oh this is on!" Amelia jumped up as all of you guys started throwing paper at each other.

Later that night you and Bradley had gone back to your house. He never really had you over as he was living in a bachelor pad that doubled as his gross military base housing. (IFYKYK).

You and Bradley had just been laying in your bed together.

Sending each other stupid tik toks. You let out a loud yawn and set your phone down.

"I'm going to bed Bradley." You snuggled further into the light grey comforter.

"Goodnight darlin'." Bradley kissed your forehead.

"No give me a real Kiss Goodnight!" You pouted.

Bradley giggled and met his lips with yours.

After a moment you pulled away, "Now Goodnight Bradley."

"Goodnight y/n." You felt so safe in his touch, suddenly you couldn't even imagine a life before Bradley.

~Should you invite me in

To spend the night on the floor?

Oh, please believe I'll be a gentleman

Or you can show me the door~

Things can't stay perfect forever, the arguments began. They were stupid, over petty things. How Bradley put things in the dish washer, how'd you never seemed to get your clothes in your laundry basket.

"Fine! Leave then if you don't like it like this! This is my house anyways!" You yelled at him throwing your hands up in the air.

Bradley just scoffed and grabbed his keys off the kitchen island. You sniffed as the tears fell the moment the door shut.

You were so in love with him and you didn't want to fight with him.

But these stupid things kept getting blown out of proportion for both of you.

It started raining as the sunset, April rain was some of your favorite. But it wasn't as enjoyable without Bradley here to enjoy it with.

Sometimes you'd hope for rain so Top Gun would ground the aviators and Bradley could stay with you.

You guys would open the back deck sliding door and shut the screen. You loved the sound of the rain hitting the back patio, the thunder rolling on the sea, you loved it all so much but you loved him more than anything.

You made yourself dinner and ate alone with some company of tik tok. After cleaning dinner up you sighed to yourself and poured yourself a glass of wine and walked to the living room sitting down. You flipped on the TV and opened Netflix. Then there was a loud bang of thunder and flash of lightning. It lit up everything as if it was the middle of the day. Then on cue the power went out.

You jumped as this all happened over mere seconds. The transformer box probably blew in your neighborhood and the power company would have to come in the morning.

You took a long sip from your wine glass and set it on the coffee table. You got up and began lighting candles. Not long was there a knock at your door.

You rolled your eyes and walked to the door peeking through the window by the door.

Why was Bradley back.

"What?" You assert yourself as you opened the door.

"My power went out, I was wondering if yours did to." Bradley sighed looking down as it was obvious it had. His brown hair covered by a baseball hat.

"Yeah," you breathed out.

"Can I uh. Can I sleep on your couch tonight? It's kind of a little of a drive back to base." Bradley began.

"Yeah, sure." You stepped out of the doorway dismissing yourself back to the living room. Bradley sat on the bench in the mud room and removed his dirtied converse and jacket.

He walked in sitting on the other end of the couch setting his hat on the coffee table.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier. I just. I sometimes just need to vent about my issues instead of taking them out on you." Bradley sighed rubbing his face.

"No I'm sorry for being hard on you sometimes too." You sighed looking over at him.

"I always had a hard time expressing my emotions growing up. With y'know my dad dead and my mom having cancer it was just hard to struggle and stress." He explained.

"No it's okay, I just sometimes get a little too controlling and it's not okay." You got up and sat next to him taking his hand and rubbing it. You knew he had issues with not bottling up his emotions to keep other people happy. Then it resulting in having total blow outs.

You had your own issues, you'd had to take care of your younger siblings growing up. So the stress of everything needing to be clean and done a certain way got to you.

That night you two talked through your issues. You were happy he'd came back and you were able to talk more about everything.

~While all my friends and I

Leaf through the books on your shelves

No, I don't want to spend my life

With anyone else~

Your birthday was coming up, Bradley was at a loss of what to get you. He asked you a few times what you wanted, you insisted he didn't have to get you anything and just his presence was enough.

Bradley didn't buy that for a second he needed to get you something.

Bradley had more or less moved in with you at this point. You were at work and he brought over Hangman, Bob, and Phoenix to kind of help him figure something out.

Phoenix was close with you she knew you loved to read. She didn't know exactly what kind of books you liked but this was perfect.

Phoenix leaned against the white book cases in the living room and looked through them.

Lots of romance, lots of tragedy, lots of classics.

"Get her some books Bradshaw!" Phoenix called from the living room.

"Then you gotta help me," Bradley came from the kitchen.

So Bradley planned out your birthday perfectly as he could. Phoenix helped him pick out a new outfit for you.

Bradley made you coffee and breakfast in bed, suggested his date idea. You had some good morning birthday shower sex. Then he surprised you with said new outfit.

Bradley took you out for coffee and bought you new books at a cute little book store downtown.

You were so happy and excited. He was happy to treat you on what he considered the most important day of the year.

~Why don't we kiss goodnight?

It might just end my life

But I'm pretty sure that it's right, right, right

Why don't we kiss goodnight?

Why don't we kiss goodnight?~

Why don't we kiss goodnight?

It might just end my life

I'm pretty sure that it's right, right, right

Now we can kiss goodnight~

Then it finally came, you and Bradley's many late nights together on the beach watching the sun go down. Bradley felt the little box in his pocket and knew it was almost time.

As both of you stumbled down the beach happy and giddy over just getting to exist together.

You paused for a moment and just looked out as the sun was setting. "I don't know how I got so lucky."

"I don't know how I got lucky," Bradley smiled, "Must've pleased the right gods."

"I'm happy that you were brought to me." You giggled. Bradley knew it was time he reached for the box and got on one knee.

"Y/N Y/L/N...I don't know how we got so lucky to exist in this huge universe at the same time. But I'm so glad we did. I'm so glad I went to the bar that night and had enough courage to ask you out. I couldn't even imagine anyone else that could be as perfect as you are. So will you please, please, please...marry me." Bradley held the box open with one hand your hand in his others.

"Yes," was the only thing you could manage to get out through happy tears. Bradley stood up and picked you up spinning you around. He set you down putting the ring on your finger.

"I love you," Bradley kissed the top of your head.

You guys didn't wait long to get married. Just doing something short and sweet for just your guy's family. It couldn't be more perfect for either of you, it was everything you could ever ask for.

Every night Bradley would kiss you Goodnight and you couldn't imagine it being anyone else. You couldn't imagine living your life anyway else.

Life without Bradley seemed unrealistic and a life not worth living.

He felt the same for you.

~I don't want to spend my life, life

Without your kiss goodnight

Yeah, for the rest of my life, life, life

I need your kiss goodnight

I hope we kiss goodnight~

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Happy Valentine's Day! I'd like to request date night hcs for Black Mask and a fem!reader. Someone else hits on the reader - not realizing they're hitting on the Black Mask's s/o - and Roman gets jealous and possessive about it.

Reader is a sweetheart and Roman is very protective of her and likes to spoil her, but she can also be a bit of brat sometimes. Do with that what you will ;).

"What's mine is NOT yours" - Black Mask x F!reader (Valentine's Event 2024)

Happy late Valentine's Day! The whole month of February is about love it's fine. This is for the (now over) Valentine's Day Event. Also riiiiip that dude.

TW: NSFW, harassment, creep that doesn't want to hear no, possessiveness, jealousy

It was a fairly average date night apart from it being Valentine's Day. You'd had a light dinner with Roman wherein he gave you flowers, a flattering necklace and a promise to fuck stars into your eyes once you got home. After all, you were such a sweet little thing, how could he resist? You were kind, not only to him but to others. Made him protective that others could take advantage.

And you were loyal to him, in every sense.

This was to be tested as you were walking back from the bathroom. Eyes clung to you and as you turned, there was a stranger leaning over you. Grinning.

"Can I help you?" You asked directly.

The man got closer in your space, " Yeah I uh, lost my number. Can I have yours?"

"...That's your opener?" Your eyes roll, "I have a boyfriend, sorry." You were smiling half-heartedly. Already amused thinking of telling this story to other people.

It was when the man grabbed your arm that you stopped smiling. He was still going strong, "No, no, listen- I'm sorry. You're just. I saw you going in and I just think you're really cute-" Cheap alcohol on his breath.

"I really do have a boyfriend, I need to get back to him before he starts to worry." You iterate slowly. The man doesn't seem to be a threat. But as many know, even a creep who isn't a threat can become one quickly in the wrong circumstance.

"Baby, I can make you forget aaaaaall about 'im." The man is swaying before trying to be seductive in your ear. Incomprehensible nonsense that surpassed the vile.

That was when you shoved him off, "I said no."

It was then you were both surrounded by Roman's personal security on either side. Keeping the guy out of your orbit. Grabbing him by the scruff. Asking if you're okay. Once you give them confirmation, they're bringing you back to your table. Roman looks... anxious.

The man looks more anxious. Trying to spout out what happened while you calmly went over the short interaction. Afterwards, you then take your seat next to your boyfriend, feeling safe again. His knee brushes yours, a subtle reassurance that he's there. Yet his eyes never leave the stranger.

"So you wanna fuck my girl?" He says simply, "I mean ey. What's mine is yours, right?"

"No- No, I uh- I really didn't know. I'm so sorry." The man pales considerably and is waving his hands in front of him.

Roman pulls his pistol out on the table, "You didn't seem to care much when you thought it was some other guy."

"Please, I'm so sorry ma'am and mr. Black Mask, I'll never do it again, I swear to GOD-"

You can see Roman's grip tight on his gun. Hand just ghosting over the trigger. The man is sweating and looks as though he might get sick. As a kindness, you scoot your chair closer to your boyfriend, lean your head on his shoulder and put one hand firmly on his thigh.

You whisper, "I really think he's sorry, don't you?" A squeeze. Roman grunts. His grip loosens.

As he puts the gun away, he waves his hand, "Get ridda this guy. You see him again, break his fuckin' ankle." Just like that, the man who had been flirting with you is weeping thank you's towards you both as the grunts drag him away.

"That was nice of you." You almost purr.

"That's me. A nice fuckin' guy. Don't I get a reward for being such a sweet guy?" He's demanding your lips on his neck and mask which you oblige in kindly. He sighs, "You alright?"

You stop for a moment, "I'm good now. Just got scary for a second. Not the fun kind."

That made him laugh, "No? What's the fun kind?"

For a moment you genuinely think on it. Then you put your body flush to his, "If you'd walked over instead of your guards and you had to... show him who I belonged to."

"Oh? You would have wanted that? That's fun?" He's grabbing your hand and pressing it to his pants against his hard cock, "You think it's fun when I fuck you to tell everybody else to back off?"

You shudder, "Y-yeah... Love being yours-" You're almost tempted to start something here, now.

"You love it? Cute. That's my sweet thing." Then he's pulling away, "Be careful, I might fuck you on a table next time."

A mild groan of disappointment, "Tease."

The two of you laughed while he hailed down for the check. Both of you were riled up and the night was young. You felt safe and he felt secure. There was no doubt as the two of you left for the night that were in love. It would become a story whispered in rumor for why you never hit on Black Mask's girlfriend.

[scrollll]

Lemme leave this here.

Nuth, nope.

I echo @ppeonppeonhan post, and don't trust Nuth AT ALL anymore. I was willing to trust him. I really was. And a small part of me still is.... But. There's something wrong.

Not only in his stories, but above all, in how he portrays Nant.

Let's look at the facts i gathered in between breaks and working hours:

Who all had flashbacks with Nant or contact with him?

Soong (when he raped and attacked Nant),

Teena (when he saved Nant from Soong),

Jump (got a bj from Nant, more on that later),

Prom (of course),

The baddie bunch (Zouey, Captain, Porsche, First)

and Nuth

Did I forget anyone? I don't think so.

So, because I am insufferable, let's go through these flashbacks and pay attention to how Nant is described.

Soong:

Nant was on drugs/alcohol,

they slept together (without consent)

aaaaaaand Nant stole Soong's drugs. Bad idea in general. (Side note, what's up with that? Was this an attempt by Nant to retrieve the discarded drugs?)

Welp, anyway, Soong got angry.

Nant was crying, he was panicked, he was scared. And here lies a nice underpoint:

! He didn't even try to fight Soong. He was freaking out, but not aggressive. He was fucking desperate !

Teena:

Held Nant in his arms to protect him from Soong.

Nant clung to him, still full of panic and fear.

! He tried to find protection with Teena instead of attacking or freaking out himself !

He clung to the first thing that promised safety, no matter how foolish it may have seemed at this moment (bc fr, if one guy is beating you up, there is no guarantee that his flatmate/friends are not the same brand of asshole)

Jump:

Encountered Nant in the same situation as Teena and Soong (he hold Soong back)

BUT then one more time where they had sex or at least oral sex since he commented on Nonts bj skills at the party as "Twins are just so fucking identical"

(side note: could this be the point he brought up with Porsche? About not wanting to get in anyone's sugar daddy's way?)

Okay, but to get things straight ('cause these guys ain't):

! Jump encountered Nont without flinching or faltering, suggesting that at least Nant didn't bite him in the dick ! (still, very little is known about the encounter of these two)

Prom:

Confirmed to Nont that Nant loved aftercare, so mostly the cuddling and hugging and talking afterwards.

He also told Nont that Nant never became violent or manipulative towards him.

! Further evidence for the statement is that Prom was very shocked when Nont took out the knife in their first scene. So SM contractually, injuries are also taboo. !

The baddie bunch:

They liked Nont.

They were worried about him, missed him. (Btw does Zouey just strike me as having a damn guilty conscience?)

Captain took advantage of Nant, yes, but none of them seem to have had an active fight.

! They were more shocked at Nant's hurtful behavior when Nont had acted him out. !

So. After this long text, a little brain training, what impression do we have of Nant?

=> He's solid as a soft-boiled spaghetti and seems to have the aggressiveness of a teddy bear.

Except with Nuth.

Only with Nuth does he seem to have been violent.

And that makes me wonder, is that true?

Is the scar really from Nant loosing himself and stabbing Nuth?

Or would it make more sense, if Nuth himself held the knife and confronted Nant about sleeping with other people, like in the dream frequence with Phop we saw already?

That Nant tried to avoid Nuth with the knife and ending up stabbing him on accident? And this ending in Nant apologizing in his "suicide"-video, because he felt guilty for it?

So yeah, lots of more questions than answers but still... Nuth you are yet to come clean my bro.

Edit:

Don't read this as excuse for abusive behavior, if Nant turns out to be an asshole... welp, gotta admit then that I was wrong XD

I just have very much space to think about Nuth and although he seemed like a red herring... whyyyyy the dog mask??? Where is the corpse??? Who stopped the video??? And why are you not talking Nuth???

(Can't get over him being the bad guy, the writer framed him too well for this XD)

[subbe93]

Hi subbe I just wanted to ask you what's your opinion about coai shipping

Hey there, and thanks for asking ❤️

So, what do I think about CoAi? Nothing, really. Ai is nice and cute, and I think she should smile more because she has a cute smile! I think I understand why people ship her with Shinichi/Conan: They are in the same boat and they have experienced the same things. But somehow I can only see them as good friends. And I wish to see Ran and Shiho/Ai also getting know to each other better and being friends ❤️

And the same goes for many other Detective Conan ships which includes Shinichi or Ran. I can see why people ship them, but for me, Shinichi and Ran are meant to be. I can’t see Shinichi with Ai/Shiho, not with Kid, not with Amuro or anyone else than with Ran. The same goes with Ran: People can ship her with Sera, Araide, Eisuke, whoever, but I just can’t see her with anyone else than with Shinichi.

And just saying, I don’t hate any ships. I think that everyone can ship whoever they want together and I respect that, but I also hope that people remember to respect other’s ships too.

But for me, Shinichi and Ran are meant to be. When I started to watch Detective Conan, I hated Shinichi. I hate characters (and people) who are so self-centered, so full of themselves, and womanizers, and even though the main story interested me and even though during those first 5 minutes Shinichi was so cool while solving that first case, I saw those traits in him in the next minutes and my first thought was: Really? Do I need to watch over 800 episodes where THIS guy is the main character?! I hate him already!

But then we got the scene where Ran tells Shinichi that it’s okay to flirt with girls, but he should at least pick up his favorite. And do you remember his soft gaze when he looked at Ran? Ah, I was so melted, like… That boy is so in love with that girl, and part of me hated it because my picture of Shinichi was still a selfish womanizer, and that sweet Ran would deserve so much more, so much better, but goddammit, that look…

Luckily my opinion of Shinichi has changed 😂 I love him too ❤️

And after that, there were so many moments where we saw how much those two care for each other, how much they miss each other, how they can feel when the other one is in trouble, or how far they would go for each other… They are soulmates. And even though Shinichi is jealous and does pretty much to stop other boys from flirting with Ran, I remember one of my favorite ShinRan moments (Chapter 337/Episode 270) where Shinichi says to Ai that if he would tell Ran how he feels, she would just miss him more. He is the guy who breaks her heart by making her wait and he doesn’t want to see her cry anymore, even if it means he has no longer a place in her heart. I cried and it hurt. Oh, it still does. Because Ran's happiness is so important to him, so important that he is ready to "let her go" if it means that she could be happy, that she wouldn't worry, that she wouldn't cry. Not because of him. And if that doesn’t show how much he loves her, then I don’t know what. He had said somewhere in the beginning of the manga/anime (actually chapter 71/episode 10) that it hurts him to see Ran cry, and I can’t even imagine how it must feel to be the reason why the person who you love most in the world, cries because of you. And he can't do anything about it.

Oh boy, there are so many scenes that I would love to bring up (like in the school trip, that Bloody Ceiling -moment when Ran clung his arm scared and Shinichi just looked at her softly and told her it's okay, that she should pay her respect (or something)), and there are so many good posts on Tumblr about ShinRan that I would love to dig up and link them here because I agreed with them so badly, but maybe I got carried away and in the end, you just asked my opinion about CoAi, so I got a little bit distract 😂 But I wanted to explain why. And of course, I also know ShinRan is the main pair of the story, so the creator can make them be anything. But I have to say, even though there are long times that nothing happens between them (and I don't like it either), Aoyama knows how to do ShinRan - at least for my liking ❤️ They are a sweet and pure pairing, they complete each other, and they believe in each other... They are just... perfect ❤️

Haha, well, this became much longer than I thought, but that happens when I talk about ShinRan 😂 But hey, thanks for asking ❤️

[callsign-bunnie]

Hey buddy,

You know where a fellow could get a couple angels? Maybe a demon or two? I'm just a normal guy looking to have a good time, haha.

I think this should be the second to last part? It may be third to last, but the end is plotted

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Rodolfo almost fell as he went through the mirror, dropping a bit as it was placed on the wall. He managed to stay on his feet, looking around and realizing he was in a bedroom… Weird. It was very nicely decorated, though kind of dark. 

He looked around, his eyes landing on a bed and he tensed as he saw a sleeping figure in the bed, quickly walking over to the bed and looking at the figure, relaxing as he saw his brother. “Gaz…” He breathed and nudged him.

Gaz woke up and sat up, looking surprised. “Rudy? How are you here?” His wings unfolded, carefully, and Rodolfo quickly looked over him, seeing he was, for the most part, fine. He didn’t appear to be bound to the bed or anything. 

“What happened??” Rodolfo asked, cupping Gaz’s face. “Did he take you??”

“Sort of…” Gaz winced, closing his eyes. “It’s complicated, I- I went through this mirror when I was coming back and I found… something and he sort of just grabbed me and stuck me here. So I wouldn’t leave.”

Rodolfo was enraged. They had tried to trick him and they had let Alex take his brother! Bastards… “What did you find??” He asked as he started to pull Gaz up, not wanting to let him be here any longer. 

Gaz didn’t fight Rodolfo, he didn’t want to. This was a bit much for him, and he was starting to learn his lesson about demons… He jerked back when Alex suddenly appeared, not surprised when Rodolfo shoved him behind him.

“Please, don’t take him.” Alex pleaded, his hand out to Rodolfo, stopping him. He was standing in front of the mirror, looking almost desperate. “Please.”

“He’s leaving.” Rodolfo muttered.

Gaz winced. He remembered what he had found… It had filled his entire body with horror and fear. Fear of what Alex was capable of… “Let me go, Alex.”

“Please… I am begging you, don’t go…” Alex pleaded, again, and stepped forward. 

Rodolfo immediately had a blade out, slashing at him, and Alex quickly backed up, again. “Do not.”

Alex clenched his hands into fists. “I-” he looked between them and Gaz frowned. “I will do anything, just… Don’t go.” Alex was looking right at Gaz. “I promised I would do anything for you and I will.”

Gaz winced, since he knew just what Alex was willing to do, now. “No… I want to go. You- You-” Images of flayed body parts, spikes systematically shoved through sections of skin… And a man, alive through this all and reaching for him. “I can’t- Not after what I saw.” 

Alex made a soft sound, sounding desperate. “Please…” He stepped forward again, catching Rodolfo’s wrist when he slashed. “Gaz… Kyle… Please.”

Gaz almost softened, almost gave in. Alex looked so desperate and it hurt him to keep resisting, but he was frightened. He was frightened of Alex. Rodolfo yanked his wrist away and shoved Alex back, again. “We’re leaving.” Rodolfo asserted.

Alex cursed and shook his head. “I need him. I need… I need him. I love him, please do not take him. Kyle, please just stay!”

“Why?! Why?!” Gaz burst out, almost immediately regretting it. “I don’t understand!”

“I-” Alex paused and then his shoulders dropped. “Because I am obsessed with you. I have been since I found you, cold and half alive, surrounded by rubble. You looked up at me with such wide, scared eyes and… I was just a child at the time, but I… I was hooked, immediately. I needed to protect you, I still do!”

Gaz blinked. “I… You were the child?? The one that kept me alive?? But why?? Why this long?”

“Because! I- I was in love with you… I am in love with you!” Alex groaned, running a hand down his face. “You didn’t shrink away from me, just because I was a demon, you… curled up to me, even though I was just making you colder. You practically clung to me and… I… I just… I latched onto you.”

Gaz furrowed his brows. “The human who attacked me…”

“I wish I had gotten there faster, I do… I was watching you, I’ve been watching you, since we were both children. I… That’s why I kept him.” Alex mumbled, looking away. “I punished him for what he did to you.”

“Punishing! You are punishing!” Gaz exclaimed. “You are doing horrible and gruesome things to him!”

“He deserves them! For touching you!” Alex shook his head. “I want him to pay.”

Gaz hesitated and watched him. Alex looked right at him. “I am begging you not to go. You don’t understand how much I need you.”

“This changes nothing.” Rodolfo spoke up. “You still basically kidnapped him. You’re still a demon. You colluded with Alejandro and Valeria to have them trick me… This changes nothing and we are leaving.”

Alex hesitated before sighing. “I really didn’t want to have to do this…” He mumbled. “I don’t need to kill you, I just need to give Valeria and Alejandro a chance to come and deal with you.” He reached behind his back and pulled out a long black blade, swinging it in a circular motion before holding his arm up and laying it across it, pointed right at Rodolfo. 

Gaz’s eyes widened and he looked at Rodolfo, who’s face had hardened. Rodolfo pulled a second, long blade out and he lunged forward at Alex, who blocked pretty easily. Alex then swung at Rodolfo, pushing him back again. 

Gaz started to look around for some way he could help, but he found nothing. The room was fairly barren of items, Gaz found, which was mildly frustrating. So, he took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders. He hoped he’d manage to avoid the blade, but… as long as Rodolfo got out, he didn’t care.

So, when he had the opportunity, he jumped into Alex, slamming him to the ground and then immediately getting up, grabbing Rodolfo’s wrist, and yanking him to the mirror on the wall and then out it and into the hallway. 

There was loud banging coming from a mirror that was turned around, but Gaz and Rudy just ignored it, starting to rush down the hallway to the mirror that led to Alex’s house. “We need to get Soap!” Rodolfo said and Gaz went to question it, but right as they made it to the mirror, a loud thud came from behind them.

They both turned around, just in time to see Alex step through the mirror they’d came from and the turned around mirror had fallen onto it’s back. A hand reached through and Alex went over, reaching down and pulling Valeria up through the mirror.

Gaz and Rudy didn’t stay to see him pull Alejandro through, just rushing through the mirror and then to the stairs and up to the door. “It’s locked!” Rudy cried, having made it through, first.

“Shit!” Gaz cursed. He tensed when he heard footsteps coming from behind them and they both seemed to get the same idea, slamming into the door at the same time and falling through when it broke open. 

They, again, did not waste time, scrambling to their feet and running out of the house and down the street. Rodolfo got his phone out and somehow managed to use it while running, grabbing Kyle and leading him in a direction.

They ran to a large black apartment building and then up to an apartment before Rodolfo was very quickly knocking on the door. Gaz frowned when he saw Ghost open it, but Rodolfo just shoved around him, pulling Gaz with him. “Where’s Soap??”

“He’s not he-”

“Rudy??” Soap came out of a room, frowning. “What’s going on??”

“Come on, we’re going back to the garden!” Rodolfo grabbed Soap’s wrist, starting to drag him out. Gaz blinked when another angel came out of the bedroom. 

Soap yanked his wrist back. “No! What’s going on??”

Rodolfo made a frustrated sound. “Alex kidnapped Gaz, Alejandro and Valeria tried to kidnap me, and I’ve got a suspicion Ghost might do the same.”

The other angel, which Gaz was starting to recognize as one of Soap’s exes, came up and hugged Soap from behind, gently touching over his skin. Soap closed his eyes for a moment before shaking his head. “I don’t want to go.”

Ghost came over. “He shouldn’t have to… You shouldn’t keep running from the others, they just want what’s best for you.”

“I will skin you alive, inch by inch.” Rodolfo rounded on Ghost, snarling. “I will bleed you until you only have just enough blood to stay alive and then I will force you to drink every last drop of what I had taken.”

Everyone stared at him in shock and Gaz wondered when his brother had gotten so scary. Rodolfo turned back to Soap. “We. Are. Leaving. I will reiterate. Alex kidnapped Gaz. He had him held in a room. Alejandro and Valeria tried to kidnap me. They are actively after us, so we are going back to the garden, whether you like it or not!”

Soap stared at him and then nodded, quickly. “You’re right. I’m sorry… Let’s go.” They turned to leave, but Ghost stepped in front of the door. 

Rodolfo made a frustrated sound. “I do not make idle threats! Move! Let us leave! Or it will become a promise!”

Ghost looked at him and, without his expression changing, slowly stepped to the side. They went to move forward, but then the door was swinging open. Gaz didn’t even get a chance to see who it was, because Rodolfo was just grabbing him and Soap and yanking them to a window, shoving them both out it. 

Gaz almost didn’t manage to get airborne, his wings shooting out at almost the last moment. He watched Rodolfo go to jump out, but then an arm was wrapping around him and starting to pull him back in.

Gaz threw himself forward, grabbing Rodolfo’s arm and yanking him out of the window, where they almost fell to the ground. He and Soap flew faster than they’d ever flown before, barely making it to the garden before Rodolfo was crashing to the ground and skidding to a stop.

Gaz and Soap very quickly landed and Soap picked up Rodolfo, carrying him inside. So, Gaz rushed up to his room, shattering the mirror in it and then going through each room and shattering every mirror, even small hand mirrors. 

He asked a servant where Laswell and Farah were, barely getting the answer of “away” through horrified stares. “Where???”

“They went to the market!” The servant exclaimed and Gaz made a frustrated sound.

“When will they return??” 

“I do not know!” They looked almost frightened, backing up from Gaz, a little. “They have been gone for a few hours already.”

Gaz shook his head and went to Price’s office, making the wards so they were “angel only.” He would explain when Farah and Laswell returned, he decided. 

He took deep breaths. They were fine… They were safe.

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[kamiimiya]

when was the last time that the two of them actually went out ? wearing her favorite sweater and a comfortable skirt, miya looked happy today, more so than she typically does, which was saying a lot. seishu couldn't help but notice the way that she looked back at him as though she'd never seen anyone else in her life the way she saw him. they both knew it wasn't like that, and she was just comfortable with how things turned out in the end, but it was a nice thought nevertheless. both of them became complacent with the life that they'd been given, making a name out of themselves regardless. seishu worked at d&d motors, miya worked as a hairdresser. the path that they followed wasn't complicated, it was easy. it was, for the most part, carefree. both of them could've been happy like this, slowly but surely forgetting about him all together until he was just another part of their joint past.

" shu-ya, shu-ya, please, can you beat this game for me ? for that little bunny plush keychain over there ? pretty please ? " miya turned around, throwing him those puppy eyes of hers, holding onto the sleeve of his d&d motors work overalls, guiding him towards the dumb little carnival game that she was talking about like an obstinate little child trying to get what she wanted. seishu wouldn't admit it, but she was kind of cute when she pouted like this, determined for something just out of her grasp.

" you can't do it yourself ? " seishu asked, not daring to look down at the begging girl because he knew he would give in immediately and have to fork over the yen to pay for the probably rigged game.

" i tried, but it's one of those where you have to throw a ball at bottles to knock it down. i don't have enough strength in my throws. even with all of that extra fighting training that you've been giving me- " as miya explained, she let go of his sleeve, punching weakly at the air as if to prove her point. " there's no way i would be able to knock down the bottles even if i threw the ball with all of my might. but you're super good at games like this ! so please, shu-ya ? pretty please ? "

seishu knew before he even said anything back to her that he was already roped in to her whims, whether he really wanted to or not. he grumbled something about not wanting to be the one always winning things for her, but she just clung to his arm as he paid for the game and got the five rubber balls given to him. " i don't know what you would do without me. "

" i would be bunnyless, and that wouldn't be very fun, honestly, " miya giggled, trying to fake a small pout but failing, allowing herself to the damsel in distress this time. " i'll definitely win you something at one of these carnival games, just you wait and see, shu-ya ! "

" mm, whatever you say, pretty girl. "

" it's as if you have no faith in me ! i'm completely capable, you just need to believe that i am ! " miya stepped to the side as seishu got ready, rearing back the balls one by one and, sure enough, hitting every target that he set his sights on. of course he was going to be particularly good at this game, he loved most ball games, and had the strength to back up his accuracy. " i really need to train more, i think.. i dont wanna get overshadowed by you at every turn this entire date, right ? "

as the game master pulled the bunny keychain off of the racks above them, handing it to miya, who took it with a big, happy grin on her face and clipped it to her skirt, seishu heard something that he was sure wasn't meant to be really heard by anyone around them.

" tonight's the night, guys.. we gotta take out hanagaki before anything happens with brahman. with him by that senju's side... " the voice's faded out, but seishu felt his blood running cold anyways. looking down at miya, who remained blissfully unaware of the current state of things, he knew that he had to make it to draken in time before they found takemichi.

" miya- "

" you have to go, right ? " she asked, tilting her head as she looked up at him, as if she could read through every thought of his, able to articulate things that he himself wasn't able to put into words. " don't worry about me, seishu. i'm going to be leaving pretty soon after this. "

" no, there are gang members out today, i need to take you home- "

" you don't have time ! you have to go, someone's life is on the table here. if you don't go now, then you might not make it. come back for me, shu-ya. i'll be here waiting for you. don't worry, i'm not going anywhere. " she flashed him a small, determined smile, as it to prove that she wasn't going to be going anywhere. " and then we can continue this date of ours. you can come find me back in my place and we can watch a whole bunch of silly movies or something. it'll be nice, i'm sure. "

seishu took a deep breath, knowing that she was right and he wasn't going to win this argument with her, not when she'd made up her mind like this. she was always like that, always putting herself on the back burner for other people. seishu in his younger years took advantage of her gentleness, using her as a way to contact an old friend of his when he was in reform school. but never again. he wouldn't use anyone ever again, especially her. leaning over, he pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his hands on her shoulders for a second. " go home immediately. i'll see you there. "

" i'll see you there, shu-ya ! " miya grinned, her cheeks tinted pink at the little kiss that he had given her, holding onto the bunny tighter as seishu pulled away, giving her a little nod before turning his back, leaving her behind.

now, alone, she could feel it happening again as she settled down onto a nearby bench. it happened whenever she wasn't around seishu or someone else, when she was just alone with her thoughts. she thought about him, and how she picked this life for herself. this was ultimately the correct path, the way that she was going that would lead to happiness on her end. she could see it, knew exactly what was going to happen. slowly, she was falling in love with seishu. they'd both avoid the topic all together of him, each while knowing that he's still very much out there.

kanto manji. she was more aware of who they all truly were more than she let on, although she didn't know everything. she knew about the leader, mikey, and she was smart enough not to go digging around for information on him. she'd read up on the haitani brothers, ran and rindo, especially about their manslaughter charges. takeomi, kakucho, mochizuku. miya was at the very least loosely aware of all of them. but him, he was always the subject of her secret readings on the kanto manji gang. it was always her way of checking up on him without actually coming across him. she knew that he was a different person now, that he was a worse person than what she remembered.

kokonoi hajime, the man who she'd naively fell in love with first. she'd see the uniform of the members out on the street and wonder if they knew anything about hajime personally, but she wasn't stupid enough to go poking around for information about him. not when she had happiness right in front of her. not when she could tangibly hold something in her hands and say ' this is what happiness is. this is life, and i'm happy with it. ' like the rabbit that seishu had just bought for her.

" hajime.. what are you doing now ? " miya whispered to herself, looking at her hands, at the ends of her sweater that she loved so much that she couldn't bare to throw away. it was amazing that it still fit her after all of this time.

" ma'am ? can you help me ? i can't find my mommy.. " a little boy had approached her, tears in his eyes as he shook out of fear. " she was just right here and told me to wait for a second while she went for the bathroom, but she hasn't come back now. "

" what's your mom look like ? " miya asked, leaning down to get a good look at the kid. he had dark black hair, and thin, shifty eyes. he looked similar to someone she knew, and it just made her heart beat against her chest thinking about him. she knew she was supposed to go straight home, but the chances of her bumping into the wrong crowd was slim, at least, so she thought. what was the chances that this hanagaki and senju were in the same area as she was ? even if they were, she wasn't a part of this gang fight, she'd be fine. she just had to find this kid's mother and then go right back home.

" she's got black hair, like me. but its so super long, like yours ! and she's got the prettiest eyes, and she's kinda plump. mommy says not to call her that and that it's just baby weight, but i'm not a baby anymore so it can't be from me. and... oh ! she's like, uh.. short ? "

miya giggled a little at the description of the kid's mom, standing up and brushing off her sweater in case she'd sat on anything on the bench. " alright, let's go look for your mom. i'm sure she can't be too far off, right ? "

an hour later, she was still wandering around with the kid, calling out for the lady, or just looking for a park officer around. her brother was a guard at the reform school, she was taught how to look for people and when to give up rather early in her life, but this was weird. it was like everyone she met had a look in their eyes that told her that she shouldn't say anything to them. and there were no officers around, none that she could find anyways. and the crowd was getting thicker and thicker to the point that she was having to squeeze by people just to be able to move a few feet forward.

" hey, i'm sorry about this, kid, " miya explained, looking down at the kid with a small frown on her face, never letting go of his hand. " it seems like the park got really busy all of a sudden, and everyone's in a bit of a rush to get to places. but don't worry, once we find an officer, we'll have a better chance at finding your mother. "

" th-thank you, but i.. i don't know.. what if we never find her ? " the kid was crying hard by this point, wiping his tears with his free hand, no longer trying to hide how scared he was about being separated from his mother.

" we- "

" there- there's a- a man ! he's dead ! " shouting came from several yards ahead of her, and miya paused, panic surging through her. no way.. the attack on that hanagaki and senju.. it was here, of all places ?! she was right in the middle of where she'd promised seishu she wouldn't be, and now, being pushed in between the crowds with a kid in her hands, she couldn't just turn tail and run. she had no choice but to continue pressing forward, at least until she could find out something else at this moment. she wondered if seishu was on his way to her apartment, or if he was in the middle of the battle, too.

" come on, we'll go this way, a little ways around the chaos- " she urged the kid, nudging him along the best she could. the atmosphere was tense, and even through the throngs of people, she could smell the faintest scent of iron, from bullets and blood. someone had gotten shot, several times, probably. as horrible as it was, she knew that someone was going to call the cops, and if she could just keep some space between herself and the kid, and the fight going on, then police would arrive and she would be able to deliver him in hands better equipped to help him than herself at this point.

" there's an ambulance there ! come on, kid, we're about to find someone who can help you find your mom ! " while she was walking, she saw just how distraught the kid was, and picked him up, carrying him piggyback on her back while she moved forward, now able to walk a little faster without having to worry about his safety. " we're right there, it's okay. we'll find your mom for sure, no matter what. "

there, she saw an opening through the people, and she pushed herself past, walking up next to a blonde boy and a young girl, each with tears in their eyes. as she got closer, she recognized the person, takemichi, as a person who went to visit d&d motors from time to time. " takemichi ! " she yelled, her eyes wide as she saw someone tall getting loaded into the back of an ambulance. " takemichi, what happened ? " wasn't his family name... hanagaki ? and this girl beside him must be senju.. miya had a bad feeling about being right here.

" i-its- it's draken- he- " takemichi started, prompting miya to turn and look over, finally recognizing who was getting taken to the hospital.

" draken..?! does that mean, oh no.. ! " miya gasped, her eyes blown wide as tears threatened to fall down her cheeks. " draken, he... he's.. oh my god.. " she wondered if seishu knew, if he was even aware of draken's passing at this time. all of the nights she'd spent with draken and seishu, watching the two of them work on bikes and share in the little joys, all felt so far away now. the peace ripped out from underneath them like the cruelest of jokes. " takemichi ! is.. is shu-ya here ? did he come back ? "

" shu- oh, you mean seishu ? no, he's not here, i haven't seen him. "

miya knew that she needed to call seishu, needed to make sure that he was safe and if everything was okay at the end of the day. she approached the paramedics, but before she could, she heard a woman's yelling rip through the crowds of people curious about what was happening. " my son ! that's my son ! "

she let the kid drop down, watching as he ran towards a plump woman, her protective arms wrapped around him as she started to cry hysterically about finally being reunited with her son. the boy turned back and looked at miya, waving and yelling his thanks to her through his tears.

" takemichi, we should probably - "

she turned to senju, realizing that the girl needed to leave, too, especially if draken had already died trying to protect both of them. but she was talking with two tall men, arguing about something that she didn't really understand. without warning, miya, takemichi, and senju found themselves in the center of two gangs, each one yelling and cursing at each other, wishing nothing but the worst for each. it was a god damn bloodbath, and miya had done such a shitty job managing to protect herself and getting herself out of this situation.

" takemichi ! i have to go, i can't.. ! i can't be here ! " miya could feel her heart beating against her chest, knowing that nothing good could come out of this if one man was already dead. rokuhara tandai and brahman were about to get ready for an all out murder spree, and miya didn't want any part of it. not when she was comfortable where she was. not when happiness was so fucking close.

as she made moves to try to escape the tense situation, she turned her head instinctually at the sound of a loud motor coming this way, and then some silence. silence before her world shattered before her. the kanto manji gang arrived on the scene. in front, mikey, the leader, the look in his eyes nothing short of murderous. someone's blood was going to be spilled today, and miya already knew that it was mikey who was going to be the one ripping through the people like a murderous dog.

and kokonoi hajime. of course he had to be a part of this, too. it would be far too gentle of fate to let her go on with her life without having to confront the past head on like this. but he was there, she'd know that man if she were blind and he were deaf. she'd know him in a crowd of a hundred lookalikes. she knew him by the way her heart beat seemed to slow and quicken at the same time, taking in each second she was in his presence as if she were never going to live another second to see him again.

here he was, unbothered, on the opposite side of the path that she decided to choose. miya had thought so many times about what would've happened if she followed kokonoi instead of seishu. would kokonoi still hate her as much as he did ? would it have gone differently ?

could she have saved him from this fate that he chose for himself ?

" get out of here. now, " senju warned her, the girl's voice low as she spoke to just her, more than aware of how brutal this fight was going to be. " they don't care if you're a bystander. if you're in the way, you're going to get killed. "

miya didn't respond, tunnel vision keeping her frozen in place. inside she battled a war between herself and what she knew was best for her. she knew that he wasn't the man she knew, or, perhaps he was. perhaps he was always capable of murder. perhaps he was always capable of being a horrible person. maybe he always was. she didn't know. she just knew that if she didn't try now, she'd never get this chance again. the chance to speak to him and air out so many grievances about him that she'd harbored and resenting over the two years that they were apart. curse him for not coming back for her, for not even saying hello.

senju wasn't as forgiving as the others, she grabbed miya by the shoulders and roughly shoved her to the side, sending her stumbling back into some brahman men. " get her out of here. keep pushing her until she's ready to walk on her own. doesn't she have somewhere she needs to be ? now's not the time to be out of it, girl. "

with the orders of their leader, the men kept pushing her further back into the crowd, especially as the all out bloodbath started. miya tried to shuffle her way away from them, but it didn't work. there was no way she was going to be as strong as any of these brahman men, much less strong enough to stand toe to toe against them and win. but when the war got started, the shoving got less and less as she got near towards the crowd. a few hands within the crowd reached for her, recognizing her as just an innocent bystander.

she wasn't an idiot. she knew better than anyone not to get in the middle of fights between these types of people. she knew that if she didn't have the protection of her brother in the reform school, she would've ended hurt. if she didn't have the protection of seishu and hajime in black dragon, she would've been hurt. if she didn't have the protection of seishu and the toman members, she would've been hurt. her entire life, she'd been around these gangs and knew exactly how they worked, but she was always protected. to hurt her meant to hurt someone else who was much stronger than her. she knew not to go around and do stupid stuff because it would cause unnecessary problems on her stead. she knew that she was better off on the sidelines than she ever was in the middle of the fight.

but it was just her now. there was no one protecting her. she was on her own on this one, and she knew that. she knew that if she got herself hurt here, it would be her own fault. she was stupid enough to go out into the middle of a fight while perfectly knowing what she was getting herself into.

that didn't stop her from moving forward, anyways. miya knew, she just ignored the signs of danger ahead of her. or, she just didn't care. some things were more important than the possibility of getting hurt. and getting answers was one of them. she wanted to know why hajime ended up the way that he did. she wanted to help him, to save him. even if she couldn't, then she could at least go through life saying that she did everything that she could for him, even putting herself in harms way.

so she weaved through the crowd, ducking and running whenever someone would approach her. she knew that hajime hadn't moved much, not until mikey did. that's the way that hajime was. he preferred standing behind someone and waiting to act instead of doing it himself, that much she knew would never change about him.

when she finally managed to close some distance between the two of them, she found mikey in a brawl with someone she didn't recognize, although it couldn't necessarily really be called a fight. mikey was dominating, easily. but there hajime was, standing a little ways behind him and overlooking everything, his analytical eyes scanning over everything for any possible hint of the outcome of this war. but he couldn't have anticipated her.

" ha-hajime..! koko..!? " she yelled, finding her hands were shaking as she stood in front of koko, just inches away from him now. he was right there, and if they both reached out, they could grab each other's hands. instead, they remained that distance away from each other. " koko, i- i found you.. i have.. so much shit that i want to tell you. so fucking much, you have no idea, koko. are you actually a fucking idiot ? "

" miya. " kokonoi started, looking up at her, trying to conceal the surprise in his eyes, but he couldn't hide it from her. she knew, even when he thought he was doing such a good job at hiding the way he was feeling. " you sure do love sticking around like a fly. "

" says you ! you're just like me, if you couldn't tell. you couldn't give up a life that you'd lived for so long. drugs, violence, bloodshed.. and that's just the tip of the iceberg for you ! you've done it all in your lifetime, even since you were a kid ! " miya took a step forward, her hands balled into fists, but they both knew that she wasn't going to strike him. she was just angry, and venting out her frustrations after two years of being separated.

" finally, something that you're fucking right about. yeah, i've done it all. anything that paid, i was the one controlling it from the start. and you still can't see that some of us just can't go past this. this is all that they are- all that i am ! and you have the fucking nerve to come in here and spout some bullshit about me like you know what it's like ? don't fucking play with me, miya. "

" but you didn't have to go down this path to begin with ! " she grabbed him by the fabric of his shirt, pulling him just inches away from her face. " you didn't have to go about this alone ! you had people around you that wanted to help ! shu-ya, and me ! we were there ! you shut us out ! you had an escape to do something different with your life and you decided not to take it. and i just.. i don't.. i don't get it. why wouldn't you just be happy with what you had.. why were you so busy chasing something that was no longer reachable.. why were you never happy with me.. "

" miya- "

she blinked her eyes a couple of times, tears streaming down her face as she looked up at the familiar face of someone she loved so desperately it hurt her. second choice. she'd always be second choice. an after thought that people would have once their original plans went through. that's how it always was. she was good at being a side character in her own life story. she was good at being a nobody, even to the people she cared about. " why not me..? " she whispered, hands clenching his shirt tightly, head down as she cried. " i couldn't be enough for you. it didn't matter what i did to help. didn't matter if i got my own hands dirty. you'd never.. look my way the way i wanted you to. i'm barely enough for shu-ya, but i can tell. he'd prefer to have his best friend by his side than me. from the day i met you, i just wanted to help. i wanted to see you smile a genuine smile. but.. "

click.

" giving you trouble, koko ? " the unfamiliar voice asked, cold metal pressed against the back of her head. " just say the word, it'll be quick. "

hajime hesitated, making eye contact with the man, and then back down at miya, who's eyes were still crying even with a gun pressed against her head, her face so ghostly pale. " miya. you've got it wrong, all wrong. you always were too hard on your- "

the loud rush of a bullet through the gun rang through the air, and miya's head hit his shoulder, her blood smearing on his uniform before her body fell limp in front of him, her hands dropping the fabric of his uniform, suddenly cold. " no.. wait.. " he whispered, feeling the tears bubble up underneath his wide eyes, his teeth clenched together. " you weren't.. you weren't supposed to be here. not you. not now. "

he dropped down onto his knees, finding himself weaker than he'd ever felt before, even back then. " she can't.. " he whispered, holding onto her body, head buried in the crook of her neck. " she can't even have a good life with inupi now.. "

the war of the three deities raged on around him, but kokonoi was inconsolable. the gunshot had been an accident - the kanto manji member thought that hajime needed him to end it for him, that she was just a regular bystander and that he didn't have the strength to kill her himself. murder wasn't a new thing for the kanto manji gang, most didn't even flinch at a kill in cold blood like this, especially not koko, who'd orchestrated more than one kill just for some cash. besides, he couldn't afford to go weak now, not when he was too deep in. miya's death solidified this fact to him, as if it needed reteaching to him.

she wasn't the only one who died that night, either. draken died, and mikey killed south, and almost killed takemichi, too. senju managed to stop him from killing takemichi off completely, and hajime stopped the entire fight in time, ending it all before it could escalate again. the murder count for this one fight was far too high for anyone to be comfortable. with takemichi on his back and something in his hand, hajime made a slow walk towards d&d motors, knowing he would hate the next few hours more than anything else in his entire life. no one prepared him for what he was going to have to tell seishu.

pounding on the door, hajime watched as seishu noticed him and ran to open the door. " take him.. to the hospital.. " he muttered, his breath coming in ragged as he tried to hold onto takemichi as long as he possibly could.

" wait here ! i'll get the car ! "

" make it fast ! " hajime yelled, watching as seishu sprinted away towards the parking lot to grab the company truck. when he came back, seishu opened the door for hajime to throw takemichi into the back of the van.

" what.. happened ? "

hajime shrugged takemichi into the car as he made eye contact with seishu. " draken and south are both dead.. miya is too. " hajime spat out the last words from his mouth before he had a chance to back down from saying what needed to be said.

" ..what..? what did you.. just say to me ? " seishu whispered, anger coursing through him as he took a step closer to hajime, and then, without warning, he reeled back, punching hajime square in the jaw, enough to throw his head to the side and make hajime stumble against the door of the truck. " what was she doing in the middle of the fucking fight ? what did you do to her ?! "

" i let her die. "

" you fucking.. " hajime didn't even try to fight back against seishu, letting the man throw punch after punch, breaking his nose. seishu knocked hajime down onto the hard asphalt and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, picking him back up. " are you happy like this ? with this road of violence that you chose ? is this the way you want to live ? "

" dumbass.. " hajime muttered, face bloodied and bruised from seishu's onslaught of punches. even still, while taking seishu's punches several times, he forced a fake smile, that completely betrayed the tears streaking down his face. " of course i'm happy. i chose this life for what it could offer me. "

" it took everything away from you ! away from me ! you've taken everything from me ! my sister, my home, half of my fucking face ! and now draken and... her.. she's dead, koko ! and she's not coming back ! no matter how much money you save up or how much shit you do to try to erase the past, they're all fucking gone ! "

hajime pushed off seishu with the most force that he could muster out of his already exhausted body. " following mikey is like betting on the winning horse. ...inupi. " he held out his hand, pulling out the toy rabbit keychain that he found on miya's body. " you should probably have this. you chose.. a good person, inupi. "

seishu looked at the little rabbit keychain in his hand, trying to find it in him to say something else, do something else. but he couldn't. there wasn't anything left for him to say to hajime. all he could do is hop in the truck and take takemichi to the hospital and hope that his name doesn't get added to the list of causalities, too.

" knock-knock ! " miya called out, opening the door of s.s motor before anyone could give her a proper answer. hajime stood right behind her, in his hand was a gift for shinichiro as an offering for taking seishu away from the shop. " shu-ya, shu-ya ! " she yelled, her eyes searching for seishu when she spotted him on the floor next to the bike that he'd been working on all day. " shu-ya..! " too excited to see him, miya rushed up to him, running at full speed across the shop while he tried to scramble in time to stand up. but he misjudged just how fast she could be when she was excited, and she ended up colliding with him head first, her arms wrapped around him as they both got knocked down into a tight hug.

" shu-ya, come to lunch with us ! " she declared as the man hesitantly returned the hug, her warm body pressed against his. " shinichiro, please, can we steal shu-ya for a little while ? pretty please ? i promise haji and i will make it up to you ! "

" sure, i'm not holding him here against his will. i was actually thinking it was about time for the two of you to visit us. " shinichiro joked softly, poking his head up from the bike that he was working on. " go ahead and steal him away from me. i won't be that mad, i promise. "

" yay ! shu-ya, what do you feel like eating ? i feel like eating something from that shop we all used to frequent a lot, but haji here wants to try that new shop that opened downtown a little ways away. sugoaku i think it's called ? with the twins ! "

" sugoaku sounds good. " seishu admitted, shrugging a little while still trapped in a hug from miya. hajime knelt down beside the two of them, a small, content smile on the man's face.

" good choice, inupi. "

" of course you would agree with haji ! ugh, i swear, no one wants to do what i wanna do, " miya pouted, shaking her head angrily as she finally let go and crossed her arms over her chest, looking up at hajime and immediately breaking character. " alright ! fine, sugoaku it is. only because there's no way i can say no to the two of you. but you guys owe me a stop to the ice cream shop, too ! deal ? "

" deal. "

" then let's go ! " miya grinned, pressing a kiss onto the man's lips. " we've got to go before it starts getting dark, i promised emma i'd watch the baby for her and i don't wanna be sleepy. "

— ♡ selfship blog | minors do not interact | kamiimiya

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Home.

put under a readmore for sake of ease!

Fritz and the other kids greet Michael, the big guy in green and the little girl in pink; Fritz retracts his hook from Mike's neck and grins. 

"Did you enjoy hearing us chat? Is there anything you wanna add? You know, most people walk up and try to make conversation." Fritz says, looking his plastic hook over as the blonde girl steps forward.

"Hi, Mike - um... How are you feeling? it's been a bit since we saw you." Michael looks the girl over, with light skin, curled blonde hair in a ponytail, with pale blue eyes. He couldn't seem to name her until the tall guy rested a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, Susie, it's all good. He's here now, right?" he asked her. Susie nodded. Oh. Susie, Chica. Fritz, Susie... and he stares at the big guy, dark-skinned, flat top hairstyle, chubby stature, and mellow aura. "Yeah, It's just been two days, you know? Oh, Mike... do you think Gabriel and I can call your brother later when we get home?" Susie asks with a look of concern. Michael knows now. Fritz, Susie, and Gabriel. Foxy, Chica, and Freddy.

"Oh - uh. Of course, you can. Do you have the home phone?" Mike has yet to determine if the phone number he used to know would work here, but it's worth trying. Gabriel gave a simple thumbs up to confirm they had the number, oh good, he didn't have to give one that likely didn't exist here. Mike can feel a piercing stare being delivered, and he'll find Fritz is giving him the staredown.

"Are you okay, Fritz?" He finds it odd that the ginger boy gave him such heavy eyes. Did he do something? What are the relationships between them here? Fritz is silent momentarily, pockets his free hand, and lifts his hook. "Evan and Lizzy's birthday is a few weeks after Charlie's and Sammy's. I'm going to get him the best gift ever!" He suddenly declares, to which Michae'ls brow raises.

"Cool? Neat? I mean, I'm sure they'll appreciate any gift you give them." "Let's have a competition! whoever gets Evan the best gift is the better older brother!" Oh. Huh? That was unexpected, but Fritz did mention Evan... So that's all? A sibling friendship sounds nice. Michael shakes his head. "No need. I'm sure he wouldn't want us to fight over him." Mike tries, but Fritz swings the hook in the air with a 'Yar.' "No! It must be a competition! Maybe we'll even see who the number one Foxy fan is, too!" Oh, here he goes again.

Michael will sigh and offer his hand. Why not? It's a friendly competition anyway.

The children extend a few words; ultimately, they tell Mike about how Evan overate with Jerry, their friend Jeremy. He got sick and had to go home, Lizzie insisted.

Go home.

Michael wants to see them again. He wants to go home, too.

He gives a goodbye and hurries back toward Parts & Service when he sees his father exiting and talking with Henry; the two were always close, weren't they? William is smiling ear to ear; he hardly saw him genuinely smile when he was young, and seeing this was abysmal. This is a weird dream so far. Michael approaches the pair and gently speaks to his father; while he seems so friendly here, he's feeling himself shake slightly.

"Dad? Can we go home? I want to go home..." asked softly as William's silver eyes met Michael's and stared before he reached out - Michael flinched but didn't move and felt the man's large hand tousling his hair this way and that. "'Course we can! I just finished chatting some big stuff with Hen here. Want to pick up some Mc. Donald's on the way home, champ?"

Michael's about to respond when he feels arms wrap around him, and he's being clung onto. His head turning, he sees it's Charlie. "Going home? I'll see you later then, Mikey!" He feels William's hand remove itself from his hair, and he removes Charlie's arms from himself. "God, careful Charlie! What if we fell?" he questions her, which gets a big smile from the girl. "Then we'd be falling, easy!" Well, he can't argue with that.

Charlie stares at him before she tilts her head; it seems she has a question she wants to ask, and Michael wants to hear it - but Henry rests a hand on her shoulder. "Now, now, let's not keep Michael here any longer. You can see him tomorrow." He can tell she wants to argue for a moment but relents and steps back toward her father. "Bye, Mikey." "Bye, Charlie. See you."

The teen follows his father out of the diner, seeing Sammy peering from one of the arcade games, throwing a glare his way as he exits. What is that about?

William guides him to his Purple Imperial; getting into the driver's side, Michael takes the passenger seat. The car comes to life as William pulls out of the parking lot, and Michael's eye catches sight of the alleyway just as they pass by; he keeps his eyes on it as he remembers Charlie facedown, blood on the stone brick path beside the dumpsters. William's hand reaches and flicks the radio on, tuning it about until 'Heart of Glass' by Blondie begins to fill the car, the music swimming through the air and seeping into Michael's eardrums.

William's foot taps as he drives, mouthing along to the lyrics and looking his son's way momentarily but mainly focused on the road. "Don't you just love this song? It's always an energy booster despite the meaning!" "The meaning? What is the meaning?" "Oh, Heart of Glass's meaning? I thought you'd know by the lyrics, but it's okay," He'll come to a stop light. "The song, Mike, is about one's relationship going from 'divine' to 'sour.' It's just that! Listen to the lyrics and how it's sung - but it's also just a disco song." William laughs, to which Michael feels himself smile. It's weird. This isn't his dad, but so far? He liked him.

"Does mom like that song?" he isn't sure why he asked that; it just slipped out. He has no idea yet what happened to his mother - is she here? Alive? From red to green, the car takes off again and heads to Mc. Donald's, as William had intended, took to the drive-thru. "Your mother? Oh, she likes the song! She's the one who introduced it to me. She loves dancing." Oh, did she? Considering who he suspected to be in... her... Slowing to the menu, he hears William's window slide down; many prices and photos of food greet Michael. Wow, things were more affordable compared to the current day.

"One Big Mac meal with a large Coke, two Happy Meal burger meals, and one Quarter Pounder with cheese meal." Michael is amazed to see the prices being literal cents and dollars. He should cherish this while he can. As they retrieve the food and head home, he stares up at the big home, a two-story high, decently sized driveway with another car, which must be his mother's. They'll park, and William shuts the vehicle down to guide Michael inside with the food. From the driveway to the front door is a beautiful path of brick and flowers; his mom must have put those there again. It seemed like her, and it was stunning. When the front door opens, he's met with a slight ginger girl, hair tied half up and down with her big hair ribbon in.

"OH, woah! Mc. Donald's!" she cheers, excited. Michael shuts the door behind himself and carries the few bags that his father had him take to place them at the dining table. It's so weird.

Elizabeth. She's standing beside him and hip-bumping him aside to grab her Happy Meal box to open it, checking for her food; her nose scrunches as a pout comes to her lips. "Daddy! They put onions all over it!" She'll complain and show William the burger with the silvered onions inside; he tells her she should try it, and she may like it.  Michael can't stop watching.

[mystery-star]

Rulers – Ben Wade

Pairing: Ben Wade x reader (gender neutral) 

Words: 1512 

Warnings: death and violence 

A/N: Just something I had in my story ideas too and it fit today’s prompt :)) 

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With a sigh you left your daughter’s bedroom after she had deemed it necessary to dash out of her bed again. At least you know where to look for her because the reason she left was to get a goodnight kiss from her father, despite having gotten one earlier as Ben went to work. By the time you entered the saloon, your husband already held her in his arms and was peppering little kisses all over her face, making her squeal in delight. It was still early so there wasn’t too much going on in the saloon yet. 

“And now off to bed with you” he decided when you approached them 

“No” she declared, clinging to his shirt “I stay with you” 

“Hmm, how am I supposed to work then?” she tilted her head then whispered something in his ear, making him laugh. He whispered something back that upset her and made her hit his chest “Oi, we don’t hit people. That ain’t nice” the words made you chuckle because what the girl or the rest of the townspeople didn’t know was who Ben used to be before settling down with you to raise your daughter. She gave him an unamused glance and then got tickled before he put her back to the ground, telling her to go back home and to bed with you. With a little pout she walked over to you and held out her little hand for you to take. A few of the guests wished her a good night, most of them were regulars that knew Ben and the family well. She waved back at them and as you wanted to leave you heard shots from outside on the streets. Gasping in shock, she clung to your leg and you placed a hand on her back, glancing towards your husband. He seemed calm but you knew the shots unnerved him too. It was a quiet little town and nothing much ever happened here. Whoever was shooting there was an outsider. For most patrons the issue seemed alright after a couple of seconds but Ben remained on high alert. 

“Maybe we better take the backdoor” you muttered, more to yourself and then tried to lead your daughter outside when someone smashed the glass of the saloon doors. Now everyone turned around and Ben was with you with a big step, pulling you with him until you were behind the counter where you could easily hide if something happened. Meanwhile a couple of guys entered and just by the looks of them you could tell they were looking for trouble. Ben seemed to have noticed too and you saw his eyes flicker to the hidden gun under the counter. 

“Listen up folks” one of the newcomers said “Tonight you’ll have grand company here, so we’ll expect everyone to be on their best behavior” he fired a shot into the air and three guests ran out of the saloon, probably scared shitless. They didn’t make it far because two of the men gunned them down. Your daughter took a shocked breath and hid her face against your leg, digging her fingers deeper into the fabric. “Now, our king will need some subjects to rule over, doesn’t he? So, I suggest the rest of you stay right where you are” 

“Who are they?” you whispered to Ben when the men that had just entered, you were pretty sure they were outlaws, started stealing people’s beers and drinking them themselves. 

“Dunno” 

“And where is this king?” someone asked and got hit with a gun handle 

“His majesty, King Charles, will be here shortly” Ben raised an eyebrow 

“Got a problem, barkeep?” 

“Just wondering if Britany’s wanting their colony back. ‘Sides hasn’t there been a King Charles before? Think I read he got killed even. And as far as I know there’s a lady on the throne right now.” you gave your husband a doubting look. Why was he provoking them? Sure, it’s what he used to do in his outlaw days and often brought him more trouble than necessary. But ever since you lived here he had held back, for your and your daughter’s sake, to not get you in trouble as well. Why was it different now? Because he was back among outlaws for the first time in years? The one who seemed to be leading the men in the saloon stepped closer, giving him a hard glare but at least didn’t shoot him. However, Ben got socked in the jaw but he didn’t seem to mind. Another man entered the saloon and it seemed he was with the outlaws too, giving a nod. So this was the leader, you guessed. 

“All of you to your knees. Show some respect” some patrons were quick to listen while others hesitated and got one by one forced down on their knees. The newcomer helped too and it led you to believe that he obviously just was another one from the gang and not the boss. As the one in front of you stepped closer you just decided to listen as well and pulled your daughter, who was still clinging to you down as well. “You got a problem with hearing or something, huh?” the outlaw then barked at Ben who was still standing. Soon a second one came and grabbed a fistful of Ben’s hair, kicking the back of his knees to try and force him down. Somehow you were glad when Ben just complied and you tried to move a little closer to him. He held out his hand and took yours, giving it a squeeze. It wasn’t just one to cheer you up, it was reassuring as if he knew that nothing bad was going to happen. “Keep an eye on that one” the leader said as he returned to the door. Half a minute later, the door opened and a man in white trousers and black boot entered. From what you could judge he was wearing a red coat and bright hat. Then the man behind you knocked you against the back of your head, telling you to keep your eyes down. The outlaw boss stepped through the saloon as if he owned the place and you just hoped they only were here for a drink and then would leave again without causing too much trouble. Finally, he had reached the bar and the man behind you hit the back of Ben’s head again. 

“What are you waiting for? Serve your king something” Ben let out a deep growl. Oh he was definitely pissed. He had never really liked people that made themselves too important and this one obviously did. After all, his men played along the stupid ‘king’ part. 

“I thought you wanted me to kneel” Ben replied instead of getting up. Again he got hit in the head and your daughter cuddled up more to your side. 

“Problem?” someone asked and you saw the boss stepping towards you. Ben’s eyes flickered over to you and then he tried getting to his feet, which was of course prevented by the guy still holding him down. 

“This one’s causing loads of troubles” suddenly he had a knife out and held it against Ben’s throat, lifting his head “Shall I?” you let out a shocked gasp and wanted to protest but were scared they’d hurt you or your daughter too.  

“No” the boss said to your surprise and you breathed out in relief “Let him go” luckily the outlaw listened and once he was free, Ben got up, pulling you with him.  

“Daddy” your daughter cried now clinging to Ben’s trousers instead. Now you dared to have a closer look at the outlaw boss and now that he stood so close you had to admit he looked familiar. Maybe you had met him once during the time Ben had still been living as an outlaw too?  

“Ben” he gave a nod towards your husband “Good to see you” Ben, however didn’t look pleased and was throwing the other man a glance that seemed to be a plea. And you understood. This man could most likely expose him in front of everyone and get him in even bigger danger. The outlaw looked at you “(Y/N)” now you suddenly recognized the man. Charlie Prince, Ben’s former second in command. You almost chuckled because suddenly the whole ‘King Charles’ circus made sense – it was just a play with his name. And yes, Charlie had always been way too assured of himself and it seemed like he had a new gang now and not the men who had also been riding under Ben before. 

“Not here, Charlie. You don’t know me here” Ben said under his breath. 

“Get everyone out of here” Charlie commanded and so his men got to work, throwing all the guests out. As the last one was trying to leave the room, Charlie pulled out a pistol and shot him. “Make sure we don’t get visitors” he told two of the remaining men “We got a lot to talk about, Ben”