#and if it was a surprise when it’s born you’re not gonna kill the baby??? bc that’s a human being??? it alwasy was???

[munson-blurbs]

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Summary: Fast-forward two years, and the little Munson clan is celebrating Halloween with some old--and new--faces.

Warnings: allusion to smut, a lil surprise...

WC: 1.2k

A/N: Happy Halloween! A gentle reminder that requests for the TUI universe are officially open. And thank you to @rip-quizilla and @the-unforgivenn for helping me with this little blurb.

Divider credit to @saradika

Autumn has fully settled into Hawkins, Indiana. The sun sets a bit earlier each evening; green leaves become orange, then red, then brown, before fluttering to the ground and being raked into trash bags. A chill hangs in the air, not strong enough to create frost, but enough to warrant a layer of clothing or two.

Lucky for you, your Halloween costume this year is a long-sleeved olive green shirt underneath a sleeveless brown house dress, high socks, and loafers. Warm, cozy, and perfect for pretending to be Misery’s Annie Wilkes.

Eddie strides towards your shared bedroom, a Ghostface mask pushed up atop his mess of curls. He leans against the doorframe and lets out a low wolf-whistle. 

You roll your eyes and grin. “You’re so full of it,” you laugh, adjusting the straps of your dress where they’re twisting on your shoulders. “This is quite possibly the least sexy costume anyone could wear.”

Eddie tuts, pushing off on his bicep and shaking his head. “It’s not the costume; it’s the woman wearing it.” His lips tug upward in a toothy smile. “C’mon, give me a little twirl.” He moves his forefinger in a circular motion to indicate what he wants. 

You oblige, slowly turning and offering a 360-degree view of your outfit. “How do I look?” you deadpan.

“Like you’re killing for two.” He presses a kiss to your lips, his palms resting on your rounded bump just as they have ever since you’d started showing. Now that you’re in your final few weeks of pregnancy, he seems to find an excuse to touch it every spare chance he gets. “You’re sure you’re up for trick-or-treating? If you’re too tired or something, you can hang back. Jeff and I can handle the kids.”

It takes all of your willpower not to let out a disbelieving snort. If the two men are engaged in conversation, Harris and Ettie could be halfway to Timbuktu before they even notice they’re missing. “I’ll be fine,” you reassure him. “Annie Wilkes wore sensible shoes, which certainly helps. Although,” you scrunch up your nose, “these are kind of uncomfortable.”

Eddie peers down at your loafers and immediately bursts into laughter. “Babe…they’re on the wrong feet.” He cradles your face in his hands and brings his lips to the tip of your nose. “Let me fix that for you, okay?” You sit on the bed while he crouches down, slipping off your shoes and placing them on the correct feet. “There ya go.”

“I can’t see over my belly!” You lament with a laugh, holding out your hands so your doting husband can help you up. “Thank you. I promise I’ll be more useful once I’m not pregnant.”

“I think growing a baby is pretty damn useful,” Eddie murmurs, thumb grazing your cheek, “not to mention how goddamn gorgeous you look while you do it,” he adds, a soft growl inflecting his tone. He would ravish you right then and there if Freddy Krueger himself didn’t appear by his side. 

“Is it time for trick-or-treating?”

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie jumps, snapped out of his lovesick stupor in an instant. His hand flies to his chest as his heartbeat steadies. “You scared the hell outta me, Har.” He takes a deep breath before answering his son’s question. “We’ll go as soon as Uncle Jeff and Auntie Viv and Ettie get here.”

Harris nods, the dark gray fedora slipping in front of his eyes. “I wish my baby brother could go with us,” he says with a sigh, swaying his arms back and forth. “When is he gonna be born?”

“Two more weeks until he’s officially due,” you report, gingerly caressing your bump and smiling. Harris has been asking about the baby’s arrival ever since you and Eddie told him he was going to be a big brother. “And then he’ll come trick-or-treating with us next year.”

He beams at this idea, bouncing up and down with enough energy to make you question whether he’s already started eating candy. “I...can’t…wait!” he exclaims, each word more breathless than the last as he acts like a human spring. “Do…you…think…he’ll…like…Skittles?”

Eddie places a hand on Harris’s shoulder to stop his movements. “Baby Brother won’t be able to have Skittles for a long time,” he chuckles, the dimples in his cheeks making an always-welcome appearance, “but if you wanted to share with me, I wouldn’t turn down some peanut M&Ms…”

“Nah, I’m good.” Harris says simply, turning his attention back to your stomach. “It would be kinda cool if he was born on Halloween, though.”

You wrinkle your nose. “But then I wouldn’t be able to trick-or-treat with you tonight,” you point out. 

“Oh. Right.” Harris puts a hand on your bump and speaks directly to it. “You stay put until I get my candy.”

Jeff and his family arrive thirty minutes later, clad in their Winnie-the-Pooh themed costumes. Ettie, held in her mom’s arms, is the titular character. Viv makes the perfect Kanga with a Roo stuffed animal hot-glued in the fabric pouch that stretches over her own bump. 

“That’s a good look for you,” Eddie snorts when Jeff walks in dressed as Eeyore. 

“Right back atcha,” Jeff retorts with a playful smirk. “You’re like a geriatric Ghostface.”

You and Viv share an eye roll at their juvenile banter. “How’re you feeling?” she asks you, strategically ignoring the way Jeff and Eddie are swapping insults. 

“Tired of being pregnant but terrified to give birth.” You laugh as you say it but your words are 100-percent true. As much as you’re ready to have your body back to yourself, delivering a baby is a daunting task. “How about you?” She’s due only one month after you are, and the two of you often commiserate about your respective pregnancies. 

“Exhausted,” she admits, right hand fingers digging into her lower back and massaging it. “Chasing after a two-and-a-half year-old while being almost eight months pregnant is not for the weak.”

Your lips scrunch up sympathetically. “I don’t know how you do it, honestly.” 

As if on cue, Ettie wriggles out of her mother’s grip so she can toddle over to her favorite uncle. Eddie scoops her up, and she greets him with an excited “hi!”

Tears gather at your lash line embarrassingly; the sight of your husband cooing over a young child has your third trimester hormones working in overdrive. You clear your throat and blink them back before anyone can notice. “Who wants to go trick-or-treating?”

Pillowcases in hand, Harris and Ettie cheer loudly as the six–almost eight–of you head out to take on the neighborhood in a conquest for full-size candy bars. You and Viv walk next to them; your husbands lag behind to lock the door.

“You ready to do this with double the amount of kids next year?” Jeff smirks, as Eddie turns the key and jiggles the knob to ensure no one can get it.

Eddie huffs out a laugh. “God, no.” He looks at his long-time friend and grins. “But I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

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[prettyyoungandbored]

I know your requests are closed but for when you have them open up can you please write a part two to this? I loved it and only just found it!

https://www.tumblr.com/prettyyoungandbored/693080581256462336/can-you-please-write-some-more-christian

Here’s to you, to everyone who gave the one shot some love, and to the movie’s 15th anniversary.

Pregnant [Bale!Bruce Wayne]: Part 2

Pairing: Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne x Reader

Warnings: Takes place after the events of “The Dark Knight” so major spoilers.

Sequel to this story

NOT MY GIF

ONE YEAR LATER

Y/N opened her eyes, welcomed by the soft touch of moonlight peering through the bedroom window.

She glanced over her shoulder to find Bruce’s side of the bed empty and still untouched, indicating he had yet to come to bed.

She wasn’t surprised nor concerned, having spent years dealing with his Batman patrol. Even after Bruce gave up being the masked crusader and the two settled into Wayne Manor, there were some nights he spent wide awake.

Realizing she wouldn’t get some sleep for a bite, she threw off the covers and padded quietly down the hall into her baby’s nursery.

Damian Wayne was born in August and quickly became the apple of his parent’s eyes. He was the perfect blend of Bruce and Y/N and the happiest baby in the world.

The glow of the nightlight from inside the nursery peered into the hallway, indicating the door was open and that Bruce was more than likely in there. Sure enough, that’s where she found him. He sat in the rocking chair, cradling their sleeping baby boy in his arms.

“Look at my favorite guys,” Y/N cooed quietly. “Was he crying earlier?”

Bruce nodded, giving her a small smile. “I was up anyway. Figured I’d let you rest.”

She took a seat on the foot stool facing the chair, admiring the view in front of her. “I love seeing you with him. It’s my favorite thing in the world.”

“I could say the same about you,” Bruce remarked. “I love watching you walk around the manor holding him.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as her eyes met his. Even after all this time, his gaze made her melt into a puddle.

“Remember when I told you I was pregnant?” she brought up. “How terrified I was?”

Bruce’s chuckled. “It was the greatest thing you’d ever said to me. Besides, of course, ‘I do.’”

The memory played out in her head. “I spent the whole night fighting the urge to put my hand on my stomach. I didn’t want anyone to know.” She paused. “By the time I was about to tell Rachel, you threw me into a closet.”

He let out a small laugh. “I threw you into a closet to save your life.”

“Yes you did. Saved both of our lives.”

Bruce’s smile faded softly as he shifted their focus to their son.

Y/N avoided bringing up his Batman days, knowing that the end of it nearly killed him. It took him a long time to come back from it, and even then he still wasn’t fully back.

“You…” her voice trailed off

His eyes met hers. “What?”

“You’re still my hero. Despite everything, you are and always will be. Bruce Wayne was my hero before I knew about Batman.” She paused. “And as far as Damian is concerned, you’ll always be his.”

The soft gaze on his face nearly broke her. It was as if he’d waited a lifetime for someone to say that to him. His attention shifted to Damian.

“When you told me you were pregnant, I knew right then and there it all had to end,” he said. “My father spent more time fighting for the city and while he was present for me and my mother, it still was his biggest concern. I wasn’t gonna let that happen. Not with what happened to them.”

His eyes met hers. “I will always regret the way it ended. Always. It will haunt me for as long as I live. But walking away will never be something I regret. If it keeps my family safe, that’s all that matters.”

Y/N pulled back her lips, fighting the tears that pooled in her eyes. She knew he didn’t want to end it the way he did. Not when it cost two lives.

“Has it really been a year?” Y/N spoke up, a slight tremble in her voice.

Rachel’s death plagued the couple enough that by the time the one year anniversary had come, they were all cried out. Still, it hung over them throughout the day. The couple made a silent agreement to avoid acknowledging it.

That was until now.

“It has,” Bruce answered. “Still feels like yesterday.”

Y/N exhaled. “I think about her every single day.”

He reached his hand over, giving hers a squeeze as if to say he did too. He still couldn’t bring himself to say it, but he found other ways to express it that Y/N understood.

“Thank you,” he said. “Without you, I don’t think I would’ve survived.”

She squeezed his hand. “I wouldn’t have survived without you either.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

Typical Stark - Epilogue

A/N: Now we can say goodbye to this series. This was such a treat to write. I’ll miss this series! Leave a comment, like and reblog if you enjoyed it!

Pairing: Tony Stark x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Death by domestic fluff.

Word count: Just a bit over 1k.

Typical Stark Masterlist

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“Tony, not like that!”

“You know, one of these days you’re gonna have to start trusting your husband, Y/N.” Tony sighed, watching you hunch over to redo all of his work in your garden.

“Oh yeah? Say that to my peonies you killed last week.” you huffed, brushing hair out your way before staring pointedly at him, quieting any further arguments.

It was a sunny day at the lakehouse. Your house that Tony surprised you with right after you came back from your honeymoon.

It was away from the city, still close enough to commute to the Avengers compound. Surrounded by nature and all the calm and quiet you didn’t know you needed. A throwaway detail you never realized your husband picked up on. You’d mentioned to him once how it had been a dream of yours to have a house by a lake, a big garden where you could grow your favorite flowers and vegetables.

The man never ceased to surprise you.

“Mama!”

You heard your five year old cry before her tiny but urgent footsteps caught up to you two, her brown hair billowing in the breeze as held up a glass for you.

“We made you lemonade.” she explained with a proud grin, making you smile adoringly.

“Did you now? Thank you, my love.” You’d been wanting a drink to cool down anyway, stomach grumbling a little with hunger as you stood up. The sudden movement made your head spin a little as you stumbled, reaching out to hold Tony’s arm.

“Whoa. You okay, hon?” he rubbed your back, eyes full of worry.

“Yeah. Just a head rush. I’m fine.”

You took a big gulp of the drink, feeling better already before picking up your daughter and settling her on your hip, giving her a big kiss. You settled her on your lap as you sat on a wooden bench in your garden.

“Is it good, mama?” her big brown eyes that she’d inherited from her father bore into yours as she waited for an answer, giving you her biggest grins when you told her you loved it.

“Where’s my drink, little miss?” Tony asked as he gave Morgan a little tickle, causing her to squirm and giggle in your arms.

“You made the pretty pink flowers wither and die, Dada. No lemonade for you.”

You had to stifle a laugh watching Tony pull a face at his daughter. It was a delight watching the two of them interact. In more ways than one, Morgan had taken after Tony, but more often than not, you saw glimpses of yourself in her too.

“Wither and die? Why are you growing up so fast?” Tony shook his head at the both of you in faux exasperation.

Hearing Peter call her inside, she wiggled out of your grasp and ran back inside, leaving the two of you alone. Sighing, you put your feet up on the bench, leaning back and closing your eyes, letting out a groan as Tony gave you a quick foot massage. Baby Stark number two was still a long way but you were already exhausted.

“Ugh, my feet are killing me today.”

Back in the house, you could see Peter Parker and Morgan scuttling around in the kitchen, your daughter waving at you both from the window, making you chuckle.

“Seems only yesterday we brought that tiny little bundle home huh?”

You hummed in agreement, both of you recalling the day your daughter was born. It had been the longest fourteen hours of your life.

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“I swear to God I am never having sex with you, Tony Stark.” you glared at the man who was quite frankly terrified of you in the moment, watching you pace about the hospital room, wildly uncomfortable and irritated with everything.

“Let’s not make promises we can’t keep, honey.” he did his best to calm you, rubbing your back gently as you stood gripping the back of a chair. Your contractions had been coming along steadily, each one worse than the last. The doctors had informed you hadn’t dilated the required amount yet, so there was still time for the baby to come.

This one was bad though, you felt like your stomach was being wound tight with hot iron bands, the pain came in waves, draining you of your energy. The nurse placed her hand on your belly, letting you know it was time before carrying you out to the delivery room in a wheelchair; while a panicked but excited Tony followed you right out.

“You’re doing so great, sweetheart. Keep pushing.” Tony winced in pain at your grip on his hand, kissing your sweaty, matted hair while you screamed in agony.

“I hate you, Anthony Edward Stark! You better run for your life when this baby comes out.” you gritted your teeth, tears rolling down your cheeks as you panted, resting back just for a moment before it was time to push again.

The doctors and him shared a sympathetic look, he was sure they’d heard it all and probably worse.

“I love you too, Y/N. Come on, time to meet our little girl now, yeah? Push.” he wiped your sweat away, encouraging you every step of the way, chuckling at the angry threats you threw at him.

One final push and she was out, you fell back against the chair in exhaustion, eyes closed before you felt a soft and warm tiny body placed on your chest, who was wailing angrily.

She had a mop of dark brown hair, red face contorted, tiny hands balled up in fists. The most beautiful baby girl. Your baby girl.

Wrapping her up in a little bundle, the nurses handed her to Tony, who looked down at her part in awe and part in disbelief, his eyes brimming with tears looking at his child opening her eyes that perfectly matched his for the first time.

A moment he’d never forget.

“Welcome to the world, baby Y/L/N Stark.” he whispered, bringing her over to you as more tears streamed down your face.

“We made her, Tony.” it felt like you could gaze at her forever, every little wiggle, every face twitch of hers left you awed.

“We did. I think it’s safe to say she’ll be getting her looks from her father.”

Typical Stark.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark imagine #tony stark fluff #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x you #tony stark fic #typical stark #tony stark #marvel fanfiction #the stark squad #mostly marvel musings

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Scott and Hope’s child (Hank Jr. Edition)

Scott Lang/Hope van Dyne x child!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Scott and Hope have a baby girl (reader). And everything seems to be fine, but somewhere from the age of five, it becomes clear that the reader is a complete copy of her grandfather Hank Pym, that is: she is incredibly smart, she loves ants (she can talk about them for hours), she also has problems controlling anger (she hit a guy in the face at school for saying that ant-man sucks), thinks that there is no one smarter than her and her grandfather, and she also transferred his sarcastic communication style and views on things and people around, for example, when she first met Tony, she said: "You can never trust Stark."”

somewhere in the distant future a special kid was born

and that special kid had special parents and special grandparents

and those parents and grandparents were two generations of superheroes who saved countless lives (and, well, the world)

so it was no surprise to them that this next generation would be just as intelligent and caring as the ones before them

*cue a toddler with crayons in class*

“and then my grandpa asked the ants nicely to fly him to a bunch of different places and do all these cool things like move stuff around and like do other stuff” -you rambling on

“do you like anything besides ants?” -your teacher

“no” -you, continuing to draw ants on your paper

hank and janet were quite proud grandparents

and scott and hope, your wonderful amazing parents…couldn’t get enough of it

“honey, what about wasps? wasps are cool, right?” -hope

“no” -you

“she’s spending too much time with my dad” -hope

“well, he’s the only babysitter we’ve got since cassie got that new job” -scott

“oh, you mean our old job? yeah, miss those days where we could go flying around getting into trouble and beating people up” -hope

“well, you promised we’d retire so y/n wouldn’t end up with a childhood like yours” -scott

“y/n’s gonna want to be a superhero when they get older, arent they?” -hope

��let’s not think too far ahead. it might kill me” -scott

scott reads you his biography every night before bed

and you always giggle at the parts where your mom and grandpa bully him

“hey, not funny!” -scott

“so funny” -you

“dont get any ideas” -scott

“daddy, are you gonna get arrested again?” -you

“if i do it’ll be grandpa hank’s fault” -scott

you continued spending time with grandpa hank and grandma janet

and they spoiled the crap out of you

hank…got you an ant farm

“now you’re just being ridiculous, hank” -janet

“what? i’m just having some bonding time with my grandchild! hope never wanted anything to do with me growing up” -hank

once you started getting older, you wanted to hang out in grandpa’s lab allll the time. day and night

your parents hated it

“hey, think this one will suck us all into the quantum realm?” -scott

“it was one time!” -cassie

cassie was at hank and janet’s a lot, too, actually. they always wanted to help her with her suits and gadgets and all that

and make sure she had plenty of pym particles

“you have enough, right? here, take some more, i have plenty” -hank

“grandpa, please, i have more than enough, thank you” -cassie

“can i have some pym particles?” -you

“we can play with them in the backyard next time youre over” -hank

you draw new suit designs for cassie all the time

some of them she actually incorporates into her suits

and as you get older, you try to start designing more tech for her

“y/n is really scaring me” -hope

“why?” -scott

“just watch her and my parents together…they’re the same” -hope

“dear god, what have we done” -scott

“dad, look at this new pym particle powered weapon, i just finished the prototype!” -you

“okay, now i’m mad because where was this when i needed it!” -scott

“fifteen to twenty years too late” -hope

“we should have gotten together sooner” -scott

“i disagree” -hope

“wow, not even a pity agreement” -scott

asking your parents if they’ll get back into crime fighting

they said no

asking if you can get into crime fighting

they said no again

so you just kinda stockpiled all your ideas

and did everything you could to further your grandpa’s work

and help your sister

and keep your parents’ minds at ease (doesn’t really work)

and maybe one day you’ll be able to ride those ants and kick some ass like you always dreamed

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[ryujnn]

► akuma ﾟ｡ ⋆ is there any room for me?

► chapter summary ﾟ｡ ⋆ the past few days of your life we’re unexpected, yet so much fun. people seem to come a lot in your life… and also leave.

► chapter warnings ﾟ｡ ⋆ nsfw. growing sexual tension. cunnilingus (oral — fem receiving). violence. use of weapons. mentions of blood and wounds. mention of murder.

► note ﾟ｡ ⋆ woah… i realized how much potential this story had and just whipped this up and rereading the whole thing. i missed akuma dearly,,

Dear Mom,

Checking out on the party before it had even started — you’d be shocked with the most recent news. You’re missing out on the fun, you know? All the plans we set out are now in motion. And you’re missing it.

But I’m missing you much more.

So much more.

I have so many questions for you. So many I wished I had asked, but I spent that time crying next to your cooling body. Now I’m left questioning myself.

Mommy, am I strong?

Am I still the strongest?

Even if I don’t feel it?

“R…” You opened your mouth, all of the saliva completely dispersing and leaving you stuck with cotton. The smallest step forward and your husband was grabbing your arm, stopping you. You on the other hand was just too shocked to even care. “Rika? Wh… How’d you know where I lived?”

“I followed you.”

Weird. “Um…” You’re trying to mentally piece together how you were gonna crack this one. “How are you alive? I— They captured you, right? That’s what they said.”

“They didn’t catch me.” Her voice is silky and posh. She’s holding herself with such good demeanor, you wouldn’t be able to tell she struggled half her life. “The woman they captured and killed was not me, yet another one of your father’s previous affairs. She threatened to tell the rest of your family members about his adultery and she was hunted down around the time I fled. They just covered my story up with the poor woman who lost her life.”

That’s absolutely heartbreaking. Not necessarily surprising, though. Your family is sick and twisted.

The metaphorical armor wrapped around you dissolved into the air, brushing past the skin on people’s faces. You felt empathetic towards her now.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” She continues, wary of her surroundings. And your husband. “I’m still alive because of my appearance change. They can’t remember what I look like, at least I pray not. I — I returned this morning. Heard your father’s big fight is soon… he had his beloved batch of boys, huh?”

You shook your head slowly, “Nope. Ryou and I will be fighting.”

It was then when you had actually noticed Rika. She was absolutely alluring. The silence was definitely inviting for you to look at her — to examine her. She had her hair cut to her shoulders, a few strands covering her forehead and bringing attention to her doe eyes. The longer she stood there, it was like watching a child. As if she was caught staying up too late when her parents came home.

She wasn’t threatening at all.

“Oh… congratulations,” Rika responds with a small smile, picking nervously at her fingers. She’s clearly spewing thoughts but there’s no way she could get them out of her mouth. “I’m sure you’ve learned a lot from Himari. You will win and change the trajectory of the clan — I know you can. It’s pretty bad, I don’t want another woman to experience what I… we did.”

All that time she’d been standing in front of you, you had forgotten who Rika actually was. What she had been through — and once it all clicked, you couldn’t stop your feet from moving.

You weren’t staring at a threat, you were staring at a survivor.

Escaping the Shio clan, just the hospital alone at that, with a new born baby and taking care of her all on her own with no experience. Starting fresh with no money, nowhere to live and not knowing anyone — yet managing to be alive and well, with a daughter who is in perfect shape.

The power of women.

“I’m sorry.” Are the only words that left your mouth, kicking your heels off in the midst of your walk before stopping in front of Rika, raising your arms to her shoulders and resting on your chin on her bone. “My mother thought you were a trooper. She loved telling me stories about you. You’re like a folklore.”

She returns the hug, giving you a small squeeze. “Am I?” There’s a slight shake in her voice, but she quickly covered it up with a laugh. “I’d rather the attention be on my princess. She’s what kept me going.” She hasn’t hugged anyone other than her daughter, nor has anyone felt sympathetic enough to acknowledge what she had been through. All of this hits Rika like a truck and she’s fighting back the urge to scream up the past twenty something years.

“Thank you.” Rika whispers.

She knows her daughter is good hands — protected by many people now. She knows she’s protected, too. She’s happy now.

The door clicks as it closes, resting backwards against the wood. You sighed softly, bending down to place your heels next to the door, hearing the bathroom door in front of you open.

“How’d it go?” Gojo asks from inside the bathroom, tossing his towel out and onto the floor.

The towel lands slightly ahead of you, rolling your eyes and walking forward to grab it. “Went okay. We had some wine and talked for a bit, she got tired and I let her sleep in my room.”

“I would be too if I were her,” His voice grows closer, alerting you that he’d be in front of you once you stood up. “I mean, it’s weird, right? I wonder why she came back.”

After folding the towel, you held it to your chest and looked ahead of you. All the breath in your lungs halted, stopping you from answering his questions or even responding.

There Gojo Satoru stood — in almost all of his glory. You’d never seen him like this… this close up. The black muscle shirts he wore around the house definitely didn’t give him this much justice; you can see every ripple, scar and crease on his body and it’s absolutely fantasizing. Natural contour and highlight on his skin — you’re almost folding at the sight.

“Uh…” Your voice is a little shaky, you’re so caught up in trying to pretend you’re not warming up from seeing his bare chest. “Yeah. Me too. It’s… weird.”

Gojo looks up from his hands, catching the stutter and sudden shift in your demeanor. He’s got an eyebrow cocked in confusion until it drops and he’s smirking right down at you. This is cute. He’s never seen you like this and now he’s addicted to it.

Speechless, timid and borderline submissive.

“Got somethin’ on your chin there,” His abrupt words cause you to blink hard, forcing your eyes back up go his face. You’re hot — you’re sure that you’re visibly burning up as well. Gojo takes a step forward, causing you to shuffle in spot and he’s enjoying it. “It’s not polite to stare, you know that.”

You’re trying your damn hardest to think of something witty, but your brain isn’t working. If anything, it’s clouded, and you’re not sure what to say without stuttering.

“I just… I noticed some of those scars on your chest and I wanted t-to, uh… just look at them.”

Verrrry convincing.

“You can touch ‘em, sweetheart.”

And so you obliged, reluctantly. Hesitant movements until your bare palm was against your husband’s skin, raising and lowering the stroke to feel every inch of him. There’s a soft shudder under his breath, specifically whenever your fingers brush against newer marks.

All in all, it’s intimate. He’s biting back the urge to grab you by the shoulders and you’re not too far off from begging for it.

Plus, you’ve only got a week. Right?

“Mark your calendars, request time off, set a reminder, and grab your popcorn — watch the Shio Clan’s Generational fight next week, here in this very room.”

Did you want to die being a virgin? Getting married and completing staying celibate, never being able to tell stories to the Shio women up in… whatever heaven was real. They’d talk your head off and call you a disgrace for not trying something so… sexy.

You can just see it now…

(“We saw you down there, married to that hunk of man. Gojo Satoru, right? How was the sex? Oh.. you didn’t have sex? Kiss him at all? No?! What—”)

The thought of going out without at least knowing if he’s a good kisser is making the hair on your arms stand. Maybe it was the wine? You felt like some horny teenager from the movies you watched.

“Would you touch me like this?” You transitioned to dragging a finger down his chest, digging your nail gently over his belly button and following his happy trail.

Right above his boxers.

Gojo pulls his eyebrows together. Is he dreaming? Is his ears playing tricks on him because he’s been wishing to touch you — praying for a moment like this with you? It’s gotta be a dream.

“You want me to touch you?”

Without thinking twice, your hands reached to the zipper behind you. The noise of it unzipping completely catches Gojo’s attention.

Now it’s Gojo’s turn to goggle. He’s gazing at every inch of your body being exposed as the dress fell further and further, and all of a sudden — it’s harder for him to breathe in. Until the fabric pooled at your feet, he’s blinking a lot slower, not wanting to miss a single second.

Normally you’d be extremely self conscious, bare as a stripper for a man you just previously despised. But something about your husband drinking you in like a bottle on the rocks is making your stomach do flips.

And it’s cartwheeling down to your core.

“It’s…” You began, taking a small step forward. “Not polite to stare, Satoru.”

Your husband chuckles, though his voice sounds a bit lower. Even once his eyes raised from your figure to your very own irises, they were way more hooded than before. He’s drinking you up and not missing a damn drop.

One deep breath, Gojo takes the advantage to close the gap between you both. He leans down just slightly, hovering over your height. He’s looking at you like you’re vulnerable, like he’s got the upmost control of you. And at this moment… you swear he does.

The tension is cutting the air with a butcher knife, absolutely murdering it to the point you both don’t know how to breathe anymore. Basic human actions have become tantalizing and you’d both rather drink each other up.

“I can have this thing off in seconds,” Gojo hooks his finger under your bra, tugging you forward by just the slightest. Watching you trip forward, following his moves, even the bounce of your breasts almost had him rolling his eyes back. “Just need to hear you say it, pretty.”

You don’t realize how pathetic or how fast you nodded your head, practically pleading with your eyes, but once Gojo heard those four words leave your tainted lips, he couldn’t help but oblige.

“Please, take it off,” You whisper, batting your mascara coated eyelashes up to the man before you. “Take it all off.”

And what man would Gojo Satoru be if he didn’t keep his word, especially when you asked so politely. Within those last few seconds, your husband closes the gap between you both by pressing his lips against yours. It wasn’t rough, wasn’t forced or rushed — nothing like the kiss you both shared at your wedding.

It wasn’t a goodbye kiss, it was a welcoming kiss. He wasn’t kissing you as if this was your last week on earth, he kissed you as if this was the first day of the rest of your life.

It was intoxicating and addictive, something you never wanted to end.

Once you wrapped your arms around the nape of Gojo’s neck, he reaches down to grab the back of your thighs, lifting you up to his height. Your legs wrapped around his abdomen, securing you around him.

He’s got one hand propped under your ass, holding you up while his other closes the bathroom door behind him, locking it right after.

Whaaaats goin on?

Times moving faster now that you’re having fun, that’s always been something you noticed as a child. Even in this moment, when your husband has you sat on the marble of his bathroom’s countertop, popping your bra off with just one hand, exposing your perky nipples to the brisk air around you, time is moving fast.

His soft, pink lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking and gently tugging at it with the sloppiest and nastiest ‘pop!’ you’ve ever heard — time is moving fast.

Gojo settling onto his knees, two skilled and slender fingers pulling your panties down your thighs, your calves, and then unhooking them from your feet. He’s pushing your legs apart, visibly and audibly falling apart at the sight alone of your glistening, pretty pussy. He swears he saw the light shine off of just how wet you were.

“Fuck..” He whispers, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. “This okay? I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

You nod,. You’d be damn to admit it, but something about this approval for consent was… sexy. As if he wants you as bad as you want him. Gojo’s asking you for permission.

“Please do something.” Being so bare and vulnerable, all for the man you hated just months ago, had your back arching in attempts to feel something. Anything.

Now you’re begging? Anything else and he might as well bust in his fresh pair of underwear. Gojo promises he’d be gentle… but all he wants to do is shove his face right between your legs and eat you out like it’s the last thing he’d ever do.

Like it’s the last thing he’d ever taste.

He starts slow, licking from your entrance to that little bud that has you twitching, giving it special attention with extra kisses and tugs from his lips. You’re moaning softly, weary of the guest that had been on the other side of the house — nonetheless — you wanted to prevent waking her up and facing your trenched reality.

Your head tilts back, pooring your posture with the slightest buck of your hips. The way your lips press together, fighting back all the noise that threatened to spill from them, it told your husband everything he needed to know.

He was making you feel good.

His tongue flicked at your sensitive bud faster, and his two skillful fingers plunged in and out of your soaking sex, causing wet noises to echo in the halls of Gojo’s bathroom. It sounded absolutely pornogrophic, something straight off the web. This is every man’s dream.

“Taste amazing, baby.” Gojo mumbles under you, tongue out and flat on your pussy. He’s curling his tongue ever so often, catching your eyes and simply grinning at that expression you have.

The look and the smile was just too much for you. He’s clear of the affect he has on you, he’s bathing in it.

Gojo’s forgotten to control himself and now he’s slurping and sucking, licking and lapping up everything you have to offer. Like he’s a dog. The warm feeling between your legs began to grow out to your thighs and your lower stomach, and the better it felt, the more you wanted to push your husband from between your legs.

Gojo doesn’t seem to let up soon. He’s blowing bubbles with his spit on your clit and using his tongue to spread it around. How slutty would it be to cum for the first time … ever … on your husbands face?

“Mmmf — Satoru…” It was a warning call. Your significantly smaller hand reached forward to grab at his soft, milky white and wet hair. The smallest tug got a noise out of him, snapping him out of his completely pussy drunken state of mind and back up to you. “Think ‘m…,” You chuckle breathlessly. “think I’m about to...”

He chuckles between your legs, pulling away for the slightest second and smiling his pearlies right up at you — with a wet smile. “Give it t’me,” Dipping his head between your legs again, aiming straight for your clit. “Make a fucking mess, sweetheart.”

And like the perfect wife that you are, or tend to be, you give his roots one more tug before using your other to grip beside you, mumbling out a string of praises to the God’s above you, before you, and even the one between your legs. Spasming with Gojo’s head between your legs, that warm feeling snapping out of your stomach and crashing over you like a category four hurricane.

Satoru assists you, rubbing your clit with the fat of his tongue all the while fucking his fingers in and out of you, bettering your high. Slowing his movements once your body began to come down; making it all more pleasurable for you.

There’s no way that just happened.

“Fuck…”

“Damn right.” Gojo chuckles, blowing soft air against your swollen and sensitive pussy. He used his thumb to clean his mouth, popping it in and licking the etcetera from the pad of his finger.

He’s up on his feet, still watching you recover from the only yet best orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. Another quick laugh before he steps forward and cups your soft jaw into his hands.

“That feel good?” He asks, more out of curiosity rather than a boost to his ego.

It was nice seeing him like that. Domestic. Vulnerable. He’s always on his toes and doesn’t ever let anyone in — so this… this was nice.

All you do in return was nod and smile, tossing your arms over his shoulders once more and burying your head into his chest. “Mhm.”

“Let’s go shower then.”

“Up and atom!”

A bold voice, one that wasn’t your husbands, woke you up from your sleep. You stirred lightly, peeking one of your eyes open to not only see one person — but several people standing in your husband’s bedroom.

You remember falling asleep with Gojo resting on your back and your head under the pillow, and now that you’ve reached your arm to locate him; he’s not next to you anymore.

“Where…”

“Mornin’ angel.” There’s that familiar voice. That voice that’s given you comfort and a sense of safety.

Oddly enough, you were okay with it.

You huffed, pushing up from the bed to turn and identify whoever had been in this bedroom so early. It was half the damn school, you could say.

“Time to get up, Y/N!” Panda smiles, two fists sturdy on his hips. “We heard you have a week to experience some fun, so we’re gonna spend the next seven days together!”

Seven days?!

You jump up, completely facing the people in the room. Nanami and Gojo are in the corner, small smiles on their face — this is obviously something they planned… while the students were standing around your bed.

Megumi, Panda, Inumaki and Maki — even the two new students that’s working with Gojo; Itadori and Nobara.

You rub your eyes, brushing your hair behind your ears. “Thanks, guys, but you don’t have to waste a week on me.”

Maki gasp, Inumaki also adding a head shake at your response.

“We’re not wasting a week, Shio—sensei,” Megumi sits on the foot of the bed, sending you a soft look. “Everyone cares about you. We want to make sure you have a nice week.”

Nobara and Itadori share a look. They’ve never seen Megumi act so caring, even if he expressed it with a straight face.

You only had small interactions with Megumi, but considering he didn’t have much family left, everything you did within the span of knowing him meant a lot.

Even if it was bringing him lunch, scolding Gojo for him, helping him inside or outside of school. The small things built up and he can’t imagine seeing anything happen to you.

“Yeah,” Maki is trying to contain her excitement. She’s got her hands behind her back, fighting a smile. “Plus, we’re gonna incorporate fighting into the stuff we’re doing! Building muscles while creating memories.”

This is odd to you, foreign even. You’ve never had someone care about you, cared if you lived or died — and now these people want to give you a week to remember, encouraging you to spend your possibly last week alive wisely, with them, while having as much fun as possible.

You look over to Gojo, who’s got this smile on his face, one that hasn’t budged since he’s seen you wake up in his shirt; and then back to the kids. This is what it feels like to be wanted. Not just by your mother, but by everyone.

Now you’ve got to fight back tears. You haven’t cried since the death of your mother, and the overwhelming feeling of actively being appreciated by people is starting to jab at you.

No crying. Not yet.

You answered all the kids questions, settled all their anxiety and calmed their nerves with a smile. That bright, beaming smile that your mother loved and the one your husband is falling in love with. The smile everyone recognizes; the smile that pops into people’s head when your name is mentioned.

“Thank you guys,” You sit straight up on the bed. “I appreciate it. Let’s have the best week ever, okay?”

All the students smiled and nodded in unison.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?”

Itadori smiles and throws a fist into the air, “Baseball!” He’s ecstatic, and you could make a wild guess that this was his idea. “That’s okay, right?”

You laugh, reinsuring Itadori once more. “I love baseball, and I’m kinda good at it,” You share a smile with the boy, hearing different reactions at the new information about the sport. “How about after, we come back and have a sleepover?”

That gets another rise. Everyone looks excited, partially for Megumi (he hates sleeping around Itadori) but aside from his little pout, the rest of the students agree to having a night over their teachers house.

Nanami pushes off the wall, clapping his hands together to gather the kids attention. “Okay, let’s give Shio some time to get ready. You all can help me load the bus back up.”

Following instructions, everyone except Gojo trotted out of the room, shutting the door behind them. Now it was silent and homey, resulting in your husband walking over to you with a small grin.

He crawls onto the end of the bed, sitting back on his legs in front of you. “Hi.” One word with his gentle smile and you’re grinning back.

“Hi.” You respond, reaching forward to grab his hands. You fiddled with them nervously, twirling his wedding ring around his finger. “Did you do all of this?”

“Not all. I told them your big fight was next week and they came up with all the ideas, I just found a way to make it all happen.”

You pushed your bottom lip out, climbing up from the duvet to his height, tossing your arms around his neck. This was a feeling Gojo could get used to, one he wanted to feel every moment and every second of his life. He wraps his arms around your waist and snuggles you back.

“Thank you, ‘Toru.”

He grins once more, giving your body a small squeeze. “Don’t thank me yet.”

A baseball game without your brother intervening? Sounds like a plan to you.

There were two separate teams; Your team and Gojo’s. A friendly fire between the couple who had an arranged marriage but is now starting to fall for one another — doesn’t sound scary at all.

You’d assume they’d take baseball seriously, like there was a grand prize at the end, but they weren’t. Everyone was having a good time, playing for experience and to grow, and thankfully there was no jujutsu power allowed.

The entirety of this game you’d been… laughing.

Smiling and laughing at the antics of the children you were working with. Giggling with the other teachers when Gojo grew red over the fact that his team was losing. Even moments like this where a fight needed to be broken up.

“Hold on!” Nobara shoves her hat onto the ground, pointing to the girl in front of her as she made her way over.

Nobara likes a fair game, what she didn’t like was Mai bringing a pitch machine to protect her fresh manicure. Itadori and Panda are the first to get up, walking over to catch Nobara before she gets to Mai. “Kugisaki’s snapped!” They warned. “It’s a free-for-all!”

Considering she was on your team, you followed behind the other students to calm the issue as the adult that you were.

“Alright,” You walk between both girls, facing Nobara to quickly calm her. “You’re a good batter. You can hit these even without machine, let’s just try it, okay?”

Nobara sends another threatening look to Mai before huffing and turning around to walk away. You chase after her, bending down to whisper one more thing into her ear.

“Bet she sucks anyway.” You cup your hands around your mouth so no one else hears what you said but Nobara.

And the game continued peacefully. The pitching machine was ditched after being beaten up by someone (Nobara ‘accidentally’ hit the ball into) and everything was now going fairly.

The energy overall felt like a highschool game, it was fun, quick and a bunch of dirty talk had been spit from one team to the other. Granted, it wasn’t anything harmful. Aside from another student getting swatted upside the head with a ball, the experience was great to you!

And once the sun began to set, everyone declared the game over.

All except one.

“Last bat,” Gojo walks up to you, flipping the bat so that the handle faced you. “I’ll pitch.”

You perused your lips, accepting the bat from him. You’ve never batted in front of anyone, only your mother, considering your brother would always swoop in and take the attention.

It was like you were a child again.

“Okay!” You smile, jumping up once before making your way over to the correct base.

“You got this, Shio-sensei!”

“Beat Gojo-sensei!”

You chuckled under your breath, spreading both legs and tapping the bat onto the home plate. Gojo sends you a look, asking if you’re ready, and you respond with a nod and the prettiest smile he’s ever seen.

The dim of the sky kissing your skin, the smile he’s seen all day is becoming a drug to him and as each second passed, he watched you grow more and more happy. More excited.

That’s until he raises his arm and leg, ready to pitch, and he see’s your face drop. A mix of fear, shock and confusion decorates your face and he no longer sees his happy wife, he doesn’t see a carefree woman bandaging her inner child anymore —

he sees twelve year old you.

He sees the child who’s spotlight got taken from her.

By her bastard of a brother.

Gojo drops the ball and quickly flips his infinity back on. He doesn’t turn around, he knows he’s safe, and he keeps his eyes on you and the students to assure your safety as well.

“Ryou.” Is all your husband says, crossing his arms over his chest. He won’t give him the satisfaction of a look, he’s got more important things on his mind right now.

Your brother laughs behind him, taking a small step beside him. He’s only got his eye on the prize; you. “Hey there, brother-in-law,” Ryou shoves his hands into his pockets. “Think I got her good, huh? Did’ya see her face? She went all…” He mimics your reaction, dramatically frowning and pretending to claw his eyes out.

“Who is that?” You hear one of the students whisper, and then you’re suddenly snapped back into reality.

You sniffle, wiping your sweaty palms on your jeans. You’d be stupid to turn your back, but your brother would be much more of an idiot to try to attack you when you’re not looking and your husband’s right beside him.

You turn to face the students, squatting down to catch their attention and block your brother from their view. “He’s not important, okay?” You ask, which they all nodded in return. “He’s a dangerous guy, so Gojo’s going to take you all back inside and then we can get home in time for the sleepover, right?”

You asked Rika to set up the sleepover and pick out some snacks for everyone. You even offered her to invite her daughter since she and the students were around the same age — that way if they decide to stay, she’d have a few friends.

Now, the only plan was to make it home.

Once you pushed up from your feet, you began to make way to your husband. What a fearful sight to see and an awful predicament to be in. You could be killed at any second if it was up to Ryou.

“Go.”

One word that held so much power. You stood just a few steps from your husband, you knew if you got too close that he’d be a superhero.

But this isn’t his battle to fight.

He doesn’t budge whatsoever, he looks at you like you’re playing a joke and even dazzles a smile at you, proving his point further.

He’s not going anywhere without you.

“I mean it, Satoru,” You couldn’t say too much, not without giving away too much information and endangering multiple lives. “Please… let me handle this.”

Now he’s reading you. Gojo frowns his eyebrows before beginning his path to the students. He stops besides you, making sure too keep his eyes on the kids in front of him while you kept track of your brother.

“You don’t die today.”

You couldn’t help but smile slowly, “Yes sir.”

The crucial next seconds of silence could’ve been your cause of death, but once the gate to the kids shut closed and you knew the people you loved and cared for were behind protection.

You didn’t hesitate.

You reached your arm back, looking over to the gate once more and starting a fire at it. It wasn’t too big that they couldn’t see, but it was big enough to risk a good third degree burn if they’d try to escape.

“Oo, where’d you learn that?”

Now your eyes are on your brothers, orbs battling for dominance. “Easy,” You’re stalling for the right moment, now starting to pace around your brother, keeping a large distance between you two. “But, I’m sure it comes naturally to you. You don’t even need to try, huh?”

Ryou chuckles. “You’ve gotten smarter too.” He’s starting to pick up on the pacing, and part of him is nervous. He’s never seen such a side from you, you’ve always been obedient, never one to pick a fight.

What was going on today?

Ryou meets you half way and bumps into you, ruining your pattern of a circle, grabbing your shirt to keep you still.

“What’s this?” He asks, practically snarling at you. That cocky, annoying smile never dropping from his lips. “Trying to show off for your husband and a few amateur sorcerers? You can do better.”

You’re way to nervous to physically harm this man, that could go left and you’d be injured before the big fight. Possibly killed. So you opt for your power, pushing a hand forward, manipulating the air around you to ball up and shove into his stomach, sending him tumbling.

You took a few steps back, enough space to look up and check the moon shining down at you. You’re not mentally ready to brawl with your brother. You’re not ready to die yet.

“Ryou…” You began. Instant regret.

He straightens himself back up before making his way over to you, a grin on his lips. “Shouldn’t have done that, cheeky.”

And before you know it, the same method is returned to you, except the pain is tripled and you’re being sent back flying, your back slamming against the gravel on the ground.

You could feel each piece of gravel, rock and grain of sand pierce your skin. The wind was knocked from your lungs to your head, blacking your vision for a second.

“Shio-Sensei!” You hear one of the students cry out.

Something about hearing someone call for you… strangely made you want to get back up. When your brothers around, no one roots for you. No one cares about you — or even notices you. Not when the Star of Africa is near.

But right now… at this moment… they’re rooting for you. Everyone behind that stray of fire, blocked by a gate, watching two siblings fight one another.

They’re calling for you. They’re supporting you.

“Shio-Sensei, please!”

The sound of cracking fire protecting those innocent kids — along with the calls for your name. You’re up. You’re on your feet. This adrenaline was perfect.

“That…” You began, brushing your hands on your clothes and cleaning yourself from the dust. “Was weak.”

Another boost: the face your brother makes when he’s bitched at for the first time. He realizes that no one’s on his side here… his daddy isn’t here to boost him either… he’s alone now.

He’s in your shoes.

“What did you say to me?” Ryou’s fuming, you can smell it. From the smoke coming out of his ears to the ground he’s shaking under him. Pure, firey, rage.

In return, all you can do is smile endearingly and stretch your arm out beside you, hands empty. “I said that was,” For a split second, you only had one chance to prove yourself. You ignored your consciousness and the energy around you. Within seconds, your mind flatlines and there’s a ringing in your ear for a millisecond.

For just a quick second, earth around you had disappeared.

Then reappeared.

After the quick moment of focus, you look over to your stretched out arm — and in your hand is a sword. Hah, take that Nanami. Manipulating space isn’t as hard as it sounds.

Not giving a moment for Ryou to blink, your swinging your armed hand towards your brother — tossing the sword over to catch in your other hand and switch positions before he could retaliate.

“Weak.” You finish, huffing a breath.

Your students are behind the cage jumping and clapping, watching their teacher in action — amazed at what they see. Your husband on the other hand is trembling in his shoes.

He could easily get past the fire, and his plan was to intervene when need be. He knows you can handle your own and defend yourself — but he also knows that you’re fighting off of rage right now, and your movements and thinking process is sloppy and clouded.

He doesn’t want to step in too late, but he also doesn’t want to jump to the rescue and portray you as weak.

Ryou on the other hand takes a small step back. His phone begins ringing in his basketball shorts, and he’s quick to grab the device and answer it.

And as he listens to the recipient speak, he looks down at his chest. He couldn’t ignore the oozing feeling in his chest. His skin grew hotter by the second, and the dust particles kissed his wounds as the wind blew them around.

One massive slash across his chest. The blade was so sharp that it cut past his clothes and skin, resulting in a pretty bad leak. He’s shocked with himself for missing such a lousy attack — more so, his sister was the one to do it.

No words were exchanged for the twelve second call. Ryou simply ends the call and returns his phone into his pocket. Raises his gaze from the gash to your eyes and lets out a chuckle. A bitter yet cocky laugh. As if he was still laughing at you.

“You know,” Your brother looks up to the sky, the waning gibbous shining above. “I think we’ll plan your funeral a little more organized than mom’s.”

Weak. It doesn’t really affect you, Ryou’s never been ‘momma’s boy’. More of a spoiled brat. The anger he wanted out of you wasn’t granted, it made you yawn. You just insulted your brother, twice, and gave him a remarkable wound on his chest… and he’s not fighting back.

He’s stalling.

“Not on your game today?” You’re focusing your energy into your arm, manipulating the air around you to forcefully stick your sword onto the ground. “It’s mediocre, everything you’re saying. How’s that gash, though?”

“I can barely feel it.” Ryou’s quick to respond, “Just thought you’d want to know. You’d have the best funeral out of the three, I’m sure of it.”

Three? You try your hardest not to visibly be confused, but your brother already see’s you doing the math in your head. One, your mother. Metaphorically, two would be you.

There wouldn’t be a third.

Maybe your brothers sick. He’s been talking out of the ass for the past few minuets and keeping up with him is slightly throwing you off your game. He’s absolutely stalling.

“Three? Can you even co—” Oh. “Count…” All of the green of envy and revenge on your face had melted, returning you back to your normal state. Afraid and scared.

“G—…” You’re stumbling backwards, still keeping an eye on your brother. “Gojo!!”

As soon as he saw your state change, he was itching to get across the gate. All he needed to hear was your voice. Your plea. In seconds he’s by your side, turning you to face him. You’re not afraid of Ryou sneaking up, you’re not afraid of anyone’s safety with your husband being here.

Except Rika.

“I need… we need to go home, now.” Your panicking, your hands have began trembling and the nerves in your body are shot.

Gojo’s looking at you, trying to read whatever you’re trying to get at, but he’s just as confused as you were earlier. Without even moving his head, your husband can just feel the devious smile on Ryou’s face. This is the reaction he wanted out of you, it’s what he wanted to see with his own eyes — live!

“What’s going on?” Gojo asks.

“…Rika.”

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I love your shy MC series so much, and I know this doesn’t really fit in it, but I can’t stop thinking of a shy MC who had a one night stand with hangman and got pregnant saying this:

“maybe we should move in together. n-not permanently. just until the baby’s born.”

I love this:)

pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Female!Reader word count: 2k prompts list:)

It was just supposed to be a night of fun. A night where you completely lose sight of anything and everything. A night where in the morning you wake up in your bathtub with a half drunk bottle of tequila. It wasn't ever supposed to equal in a positive pregnancy test six weeks later.

Y/N didn't even know his number to call him. All she could remember was that his friends called him 'Bagman' but his real name was Jake. He had a stupidly perfect smile, and stupidly perfect hair. He was charming and had a bit of an accent in his speech. She could also remember they bonded over the fact they had just gotten out of long-term failed relationships. One shot led into another, and it led into another and then it led to Jake taking Y/N home, and their clothes on the floor of her bedroom.

"I have no clue what to do, Nat," Y/N said to her best friend.

"Well, I guess call the guy," Natasha said.

She couldn’t believe that her shy, sweet best friend since birth would end up in this situation either. Natasha and Y/N had always been opposites of each other in a way. Natasha was always the “wild” one in their friendship, encouraging the drinking and partying, within reason of course. 

“I don’t have his number, or-or anything,” Tears started clouding her vision as she stood up from the bed and started pacing, “My parents are going to kill me.” 

“Okay,” Natasha stood up, and grabbed her friend’s arms, stopping her from pacing, “It’ll be okay. I’m not gonna sugar coat it, they will probably be mad, but you have me. I’m not going anywhere, I’m not going to leave you. I’ll be here the whole time, and hold your hand through anything and everything. You’re basically my sister, okay? You got this.” 

“I can do this,” Y/N said, nodding and Natasha smiled. 

That moment was six months ago, and Y/N still hadn’t found the father of her baby. She also wasn’t actively searching either. She wasn’t new to hookup culture, she knew what one-night stands were meant to be. It didn’t surprise her when this Jake dude didn’t leave his number or address on her bedside table in the morning. Y/N could hardly even remember what he looked like, except those piercing green eyes. She hoped that her baby had the same beautiful green eyes as he did. 

Natasha, true to her word, had stayed by her friend’s side through it all. Through those early mornings spent throwing up, to doctors appointments, to looking at paint swatches on the walls of the small house Y/N lived in. Natasha had a bunch of questions about this mystery guy, but out of respect for her friend, she didn’t ask. 

The two of them walked into the Hard Deck, seeing as the evening crowd was already starting to file in. Natasha had invited Y/N along to celebrate Rooster’s birthday. Rooster had also become a close friend of Y/N, through her friendship with Natasha. Rooster had tried to make a move on her, but Natasha had cornered him and told him about Y/N being pregnant and scared and to stay away. So, Rooster being the man he is, respected both of them, and helped out the best he could with things around Y/N’s house. 

“Phoenix! Y/N!” Rooster called for them as soon as they entered the Hard Deck. Phoenix nodded over at him and led Y/N over to where Rooster and the other members of the Dagger Squad were. Rooster hugged both of them, and thanked them for coming. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Bob said, as the girl sat down next to him. As the only two sober ones as of late, Bob and Y/N had gotten close. He handed her a lemonade that he ordered and she smiled at him. 

“Thank you, Bob,” Y/N said, and rested her hands on her belly. 

“Baby active?” 

“All day,” Y/N looked down at her belly just in time to see a small nudge coming from within her womb, “Running out of room in there, and they don’t like it. But I’m not entirely ready for them to make their appearance either.” 

“Soon enough, Y/N, soon enough,” Bob said, and took a sip of his water. 

The two of them fell into a conversation about their day. For both of them, it was as easy as breathing to talk to one another. Natasha thought that Bob would be a good match for her friend, and had been slowly pushing him to make a move on her. Natasha knew that Bob liked Y/N, but he was too much of a gentleman to make a move. It wasn’t that Bob was scared to take on the responsibility of being a father, it was that he respected her and didn’t want to add to the stress of becoming a mother. Bob had silently agreed to be there for her too, like Rooster and Natasha were. 

“Look who decided to show up!” Payback yelled, catching Y/N and Bob’s attention. Her heart stopped beating as she noticed those green eyes and that stupidly perfect smile, “If it ain’t Bagman!” 

“Oh my god,” Y/N let out, and Bob looked at her in worry. 

“What? Are you okay? Is it the baby?” Bob asked quickly, his voice thick with his accent. 

“What? I uh,” Y/N said, snapping out of her trance as ‘Bagman’  walked through the bar and greeted his friends, “No it’s not the baby, I um, excuse me.” 

Bob watched as Y/N got up quickly from the booth, and walked right over to Natasha. Phoenix looked up at her with a smile, but it quickly dropped seeing that her friend’s face was unreadable. Y/N quickly grabbed her friend’s arm and pulled her towards the bathrooms, only to be stopped when her shoulder ran into something hard. 

“I’m sorry-” “Oh sorry-” 

“Y/N,” Jake said, his green eyes looking her up and down and widening at the sight of her baby bump, “Wow.” 

“I can-” 

“We’re gonna go get some air,” Natasha said quickly, and pulled her friend towards the back door of the Hard Deck. Once they were out of earshot of the bar, Y/N sat down in one of the chairs on the deck, and took a deep breath, “I’m not gonna ask but-” 

“He’s the father of my child.” 

“Yeah, that’s what I was not gonna ask,” Natasha said, and rubbed her forehead, “When?” 

“Well, six months ago. Two weeks after Daniel and I broke up. I went out for a drink, and Jake was there because he-” 

“Just broke up with Gwen. So you two had a one night stand and,” Natasha gestured to her friend, “Wow. I can't believe it. . . You slept with Hangman?” 

“Hangman? I thought it was Bagman,” Y/N said, and Natasha laughed, “I didn’t even know his name was Jake until we were half naked in my bed. I didn’t know a single thing about him.” 

“Oh my god! Ew! So you’re the girl he was bragging about fucking! Oh my god.” 

“Really? What did he say? Did he say I was good?” 

“Y/N!” 

“What?!” She giggled and Natasha shook her head, as the back door to the Hard Deck opened. Jake walked out apprehensively, and gave a tight lipped smile to Phoenix, “I think you two need to talk.” Y/N nodded and Natasha looked back at Jake, who was waiting by the side of the building to come over, “I’ll be right inside if you need me.” 

“I think I got this,” Y/N said and Natasha hugged her friend before heading back inside the building. Jake waited a second, before walking over to her, and sitting down in front of her. Y/N took a deep breath and shifted in her seat, feeling the glare of Jake’s green eyes on her belly. 

“How far along?” He asked. 

“Twenty-nine weeks,” She answered, and Jake sighed. She could tell by his body language, he wanted to touch her belly. Rooster had been the same way when she popped, wanting to feel it, but Natasha had smacked his hand back and made him ask, “You can touch it.” 

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” He looked up at her, his green eyes sparkling. 

“It’s okay,” Y/N whispered, and Jake shifted, placing his large hand on her bump. He felt the overwhelming sense to cry as he rubbed his hands gently over the place where his baby was. He didn’t even bother to ask if the baby was his, he already knew. Even though they spent one night together, Jake knew that Y/N wasn’t the type to go and sleep around. 

“I’m sorry I just left.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t try and find you,” Y/N said, “Even though I didn’t know where to look.” 

“I honestly was scared to stay,” Jake said, and removed his hands from her bump. She bit back a whimper at the loss of warmth from him, as he sat back in his chair, “I knew you probably just wanted one night, but I. . . I fell in love with you.” 

“Jake, I-” 

“No, you don’t have to say it,” Jake said shaking his head, “Just tell me what I can do now. Are you okay? Is the baby healthy? You look good, so I guess that means something.” 

Y/N blushed and rubbed her belly, “I’m good, baby is healthy. It’s a little girl, actually.” 

“Really? I’m gonna be a girl dad,” Jake smiled and Y/N nodded. The two sat in silence for a beat, as Jake shifted in his seat, and leaned closer to her, “Maybe we should move in together. N-not permanently. Just until the baby’s born.”

“Oh! Like in my house?” 

“Yeah, I still live in a barracks dorm, and you probably have the house set up and-” 

“I think that would be okay,” Y/N said, her neck was bright red as she blushed, “I have a guest room, currently an office, but it has a nice bed and stuff. And I mean, it would be nice having you around, not that you couldn’t have been nice early, but you didn’t know so it’s okay that you are here now and I-” 

“I get it,” Jake said, cutting her rambling off, “Would you like to meet up tomorrow? For lunch?” 

“Lunch is good,” Y/N smiled, and looked over at the window of the bar, seeing both Natasha and Bradley looking at them, “We should head back in.” Jake nodded, and held his hand out for her to take. She thanked him as she pushed herself up from the chair, and began walking back in the bar. She paused for a second and turned around to face Jake. 

“Listen, I know you are a good man, and that you want to be there for your child but. . . Jake, I have feelings for someone else.” 

Jake felt like a dagger had been pushed through his heart. He could tell that she probably didn’t feel the same about him when he mentioned that he fell in love with her seven months ago. She had been the only thing on Jake’s mind these past couple weeks, wondering where she was and who she was and what she was doing. But hearing her say it hurt even more than just thinking it. 

“I know,” Jake said, giving her a tight lipped smile, “Still not going to stop me from carrying about you or my child.”

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Please please please please I read your Dad!BTS drabbles and I would love if you did a head canon for Seventeen as dads! Thank youuuuuuuh!

oh fuck. this is gonna break me, hahahahahah.

seungcheol: i mean…. he has twelve kids already. have you seen the way he parents them with just a look/gesture? born for this. still, i feel like he’s as baby as… his baby? idk. i can see him being a lil jealous of the attention your kid gets, so you’ll have to shower him with affection to remind him that he hasn’t been replaced. absolutely the kind of dad to yell at his kid’s referee when they make an unfavorable call during a game. will also buy himself one of those “#1 dad mugs”, to be used unironically. def instills principles into his kids early — everybody’s well-mannered, responsible, etc.

jeonghan: i think he’d be so so so sweet with kids, but that he’d get burnt out easily. he also strikes me as the type to constantly prank his own kids?? teaching them something that is so completely false for his own enjoyment, like that time he convinced minghao a shopkeeper would accept shellfish as payment in lieu of money ☠️ he would also help them set up a lemonade stand with questionable business ethics so they can swindle the neighbors out of their money. watch out — your kids are forming a crime syndicate of bratz dolls and are plotting an elaborate art heist from barbie’s dream house.

joshua: he doesn’t believe in the needless gendering of hobbies, so EVERYBODY is learning how to bedazzle shit, make friendship bracelets, build with clay, play ball games, etc. absolutely kills it with an easy-bake oven. your kids think he’s weird and they’re right. their father is insane, but in a fun and whimsical way that makes their friends jealous. he’s also def the dad who volunteers for shit at school, like chaperoning field trips, etc. he probably bakes them shit to share on their birthdays, while keeping in mind everybody’s allergies 🤧

junhui: i think junnie and his kids have some secret language amongst themselves that you don’t understand? he’s their favorite — sorry. he’s not great with sports and neither are your kids, but he will go to every single peewee league soccer game (rain or shine) and treat them to ice cream as if they won, even though they lost terribly. he’s amazed by every single thing they do, too. adding non-milestone shit to the baby book because he’s so proud of them for burping and farting at the same time.

soonyoung: he has no idea what the hell or fuck he’s doing, but he tries so hard and loves so completely. your kids’ homework is just as confusing to him as it is to them; regardless, he will stay up all gd night with them to finish it if that’s what it comes down to. he shows baby pictures to every single person he passes to brag about his kids, 100%. he has more energy than them, tho, so they have to tell him when it’s time for a break during whatever backyard game they’re playing. unlikely to let them win because they need to learn how to lose graciously 😇

wonwoo: so sorry to say this but all of your kids’ teachers are in love with him. i feel like he would volunteer to coach your kids’ xyz team despite never having played xyz sport because he wants them to feel supported. does he know what he’s doing? no, but neither do the kids, so what does that matter? def wouldn’t be surprised if you woke up in the middle of the night and found him gazing adoringly at your sleeping kid from the doorway like 🫠 UGH.

jihoon: surprise! parenthood made jihoon physically affectionate, though he still likes to pretend that’s not the case! he always has one sitting on his shoulders, the other(s) clinging to his legs, and he adores it; you catch him grinning when he thinks you’re not looking and he immediately gets flustered. it’s not at all uncommon to find him passed out on the couch with a sleeping kid on his chest — and they have matching expressions, even when they sleep. your kids have 40,000 different extracurriculars because their dad is good at everything, so… uhhh, i hope he got his license to help with all the carpooling back and forth, lmao.

seokmin: also in the “i don’t know what i’m doing but i’m so fucking happy to be here” camp. world’s biggest hype man for his kids — damn near petitioned the government for a parade when they took their first steps, etc. i feel like he’d THRIVE with telling bedtime stories and make-believe games. creativity is off the charts, but in that very unhinged way we know and love. oh, your kids don’t want to eat their veggies? he’s created a whole ass play that teaches them the value of fiber. and it WORKS.

mingyu: omfg he is absolutely the dad that all his kids’ friends have crushes on. there are always 40,000 children at your house for this reason, and because mingyu makes the absolute fucking cutest/most elaborate packed lunches, and everyone is jealous. he coaches your kids’ sports team and is actually qualified. he’s wrapped around their finger — the epitome of “the other parent said no” so they run to him to get whatever they want, and he caves EVERY TIME. he pouts more than they do, too, so good luck!!

minghao: omg your kids are going to be so shockingly well-adjusted but also extremely old for their age, lmao. he’s got the toddler speaking affirmations into the mirror every morning. they’re waxing poetic about nature. they’ve converted his morning tea ceremony to a tea party, except they’re actually fully partaking in the meditation with him — albeit from a plastic princess teacup. no kid has ever expressed gratitude as frequently and as sincerely as his!!

seungkwan: his kid is def the type to hang out with the adults during their own classmate’s birthday party, lmao. he raised charming little schmoozers who are well-connected and beloved by all their elementary teachers. he’s also big on self-sufficiency, i think? like, he teaches them early on that shit like cooking, cleaning, etc. is not eomma’s purpose in life; and they better pitch in (although none of them — including him — forego the dramatics when they have to touch wet food in the sink, etc.) he’s a one-man cheer squad. he showed up to your kid’s class concert with a fan chant he spent all night creating, and he yells it with his full chest, unabashed.

vernon: omggg. the chillest dad 🥲 he’s not the voice-raising type, so any time he needs to step in and parent, it’s the gentlest, most empathetic shit. i feel like his kids think he’s the coolest dude who has ever lived and want to be exactly like him, so they pick up all his interests?? they probably have a weekly movie night and discuss their thoughts while he’s tucking them into bed afterwards ☠️ imagine them dissecting the themes of shrek while he’s checking for monsters in the closet adhdsjakfnwksnf.

chan: MADE 👏🏻 TO 👏🏻 BE 👏🏻 A 👏🏻 DAD 👏🏻. he’s the full package — a partner to you in raising them, the goofy + fun friend, and the extremely emotionally intelligent mentor they need??? tbh he’s better at a lot of the practical things than you are; he had to give you tips on how to change a diaper, etc. because he STUDIED and he PRACTICED ON TEDDY BEARS, okay? he’s going to be the best dad to ever dad, just watch!!!

#svt #svt headcanons #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen #jade speaks #anon

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Seven

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Seven: Freaking Out is an Understatement

Summary: (Y/N) cleans up more messes.

            (Y/N) picked up the phone and answered the call before it rang a second time. “Whatever Lucifer’s done, it’s not his fault.”

            “…What has Lucifer done?” Chloe’s voice was deadpan and suspicious.

            (Y/N) coughed awkwardly. At least he and Eve haven’t been caught yet. “Nothing. He’s done nothing.”

            “It’s going to interfere with my case, isn’t it?” said Chloe, sighing.

            “Not at all,” said (Y/N).

            They both knew they were lying, and Chloe groaned. “Fine, fine, whatever. Maybe that’ll get us back to normal…”

            (Y/N) almost warned Chloe about Eve but decided to stay quiet. Who knows what that shock would do to her. “So, uh, if we’re not calling about what Lucifer definitely hasn’t done, what are you calling about?”

            “Well, you seem to have a good head on your shoulders,” said Chloe.

            Uh-oh.

       ��    “You seem to understand the whole ‘God is real, the Devil walks the Earth’ business,” said Chloe.

            Oh boy, what am I being dragged into this time?

            “So I was wondering if you’d talk to Dr. Martin. She’s having a half-angel baby—” Chloe stumbled over the words incredulously. She still couldn’t believe it “—and she’s worried about its angel-ness.”

            “…I’m not good at comforting people,” said (Y/N).

            “I think you underestimate how good your advice is,” said Chloe.

            Damn, flattery. “Fine. But you owe me, Detective Decker,” said (Y/N).

            Chloe smiled into the phone. “Alright, kid.”

            “Be nice to Lucifer when he screws things up!” chirped (Y/N), ending the phone call. God knew what problems Lucifer was going to cause with Eve. Poor Chloe’s investigation was going to go up in smoke. The least (Y/N) could do what keep Lucifer from getting killed by Chloe. (Eve could fend for herself).

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            (Y/N) stood in front of Linda’s door and sighed. They were really getting soft. Seriously, how many times were they taking control of these situations? Apparently, the adults were incompetent. At least they and their friends had brains.

            Well, some of us, thought (Y/N), snickering.

            Still, they were there to help Linda, hopeless softness notwithstanding, so they reached up and knocked.

            A frazzled-looking Linda opened the door. “Oh, (Y/N). What a surprise. Come in.”

            (Y/N) walked in and glanced around the ultra-babyproofed room. “Aren’t you several months away from giving birth?”

            “Well, you know, I like to be prepared,” said Linda, smiling through her tiredness.

            “Uhuh.” (Y/N) was unimpressed and saw through it. “You’re freaking out, aren’t you?”

            “What?” Linda chuckled and waved a hand. “Me? Freaking out? I have no reason to. Absolutely none. I’m just pregnant with a half-angel baby that could pop out with wings and oh dear god how do I parent a baby with powers? Who can fly? Do I need to babyproof the ceiling?!” She was pacing, running through every worry as it spilled out of her.

            Freaking out is an understatement, thought (Y/N) as they watched the therapist spiral. “Okay…right.” They shrugged. “I mean, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

            Linda paused and glanced at them. “You don’t?” So far, everyone else had been equally worried (Amendadiel) or protective (Maze).

            “Nah.” (Y/N) gestured to Linda. “Seriously, it’s an angel’s baby. It’s gonna be healthy and happy, and you’re gonna be able to handle it.”

            “I’m more nervous about after they’re born,” murmured Linda, hand on her stomach and eyes on her babyproofing attempts.

            “Oh, yeah, the powers thing,” said (Y/N). They crossed their arms and shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, those are pretty easy to handle. You just have to focus and get someone to help.”

            Linda blinked, and her therapist brain switched on. “You seem to be very confident of that. Why?”

            “You’re smarter than most of the people we know, so I’m sure you can handle a kid with powers,” said (Y/N). And if Lucifer can, then you definitely can.

            Linda’s eyes narrowed slightly. “What aren’t you saying?” Her eyes widened. “Is there something going on that I should be worried about for the baby?”

            (Y/N) groaned. They weren’t getting away with avoiding the questions. “No, no, I just—Can you sit down before I say anything?”

            Linda hesitantly sat down on her couch, and (Y/N) took the chair across from her. They tapped their length and pulled the edges of their sleeves as their natural anxiety flared. It was one thing for Lucifer or Em to know about their abilities or Chloe to find out since (Y/N) was fighting with them, but to outright tell a human (When did I stop calling myself one?) was frightening. But to help Linda feel better, (Y/N) would do it. (I’m a softie. Damn it).

            (Y/N) cleared their throat and avoided Linda’s gaze. “I, uh, I have abilities.”

            Linda stared, frozen.

            “And wings.” (Y/N) decided to bluntly drop the truth.

            “You—what?”

            “I have wings and powers,” said (Y/N). Before Linda could freak out, they continued, “No, I don’t know how it happened. Yes, I’m fine. No, nothing’s gone horribly wrong. Yes, I have people helping me.” They leaned forward. “But my point is that if I, someone born with totally human parents, can handle having abilities, then you can handle having a half-angel baby. If I’m fine, they’ll be fine.”

            Linda relaxed slightly at their words but eyed them carefully. “Why am I just hearing of this now?”

            (Y/N) gave her an incredulous look. “Do you think I came to terms with it easily?”

            “Fair enough,” said Linda. “But you are alright now, yes?”

            “I was never in danger from my abilities.” (Y/N) smiled. “And Lucifer and Em helped me out.” They extended a hand, and the shadows around them condensed and reached up to their hand. “I have things under control.”

            Linda stared in surprise, and (Y/N) grinned. “See? I got help, and I figured things out. I’m sure that if your child has abilities they’ll have a huge support system around them.”

            Linda smiled. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “No problem.” They stood. “But if you don’t mind, can you not mention my abilities to anyone else? I’m taking it one person at a time.”

            Linda smiled kindly. “Of course, (Y/N). I’m just glad you’re alright.”

            “Thanks,” said (Y/N). “And I know that you and your baby will be just fine.” They crossed to the door and opened it. They paused and glanced back at Linda. “Oh, and by the way, try not to stress out when Lucifer comes to see you. Eve of Adam and Eve is back on Earth and trying to flirt with him and drag him into trouble, so he might be making some bad decisions. Bye!” Before Linda could process that, (Y/N) was out the door.

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            (Y/N) walked into Lux and paused. It wasn’t even open, and yet workers were milling around a…catwalk? (Y/N) stared. Now, ordinarily they’d love this. They liked fashion, and they’d gone to various Fashion Week shows with Lucifer. However, with Eve, murder, and a missing necklace in the mix…this could only mean Lucifer was up to something, and (Y/N) knew that being up to something that involved a crime lord wasn’t a fantastic idea.

            “Ah, (Y/N)!” said Lucifer as he saw them.

            “What is this?” asked (Y/N).

            “I’m going to draw out our dear murdered with some excellent bait,” said Lucifer proudly.

            “By holding an auction fashion show?”

            “Precisely,” said Lucifer.

            “How does Decker fell about this?”

            “She’s over there undercover as a waitress,” said Lucifer.

            (Y/N) looked over, and sure enough, there Chloe was.

            “See, everything’s fine,” said Eve brightly.

            (Y/N) glanced at her and resisted rolling their eyes. Eve had no idea how much danger people could be in this situation. “Dad, you should go and talk to her.”

            “No. I have no need. Besides, my cover is that I’m here with my date and the Detective is a worker.” It was a terrible excuse that (Y/N) saw through immediately and sighed. “Now, Eve, you need to get ready. It’s almost your turn to walk the catwalk.”

            “Don’t tell me you found the necklace and you’re putting it on her,” said (Y/N) incredulously as Eve walked away. “She could take it.”

            “Nonsense. She knows what’s at stake,” said Lucifer.

            “She’s not a professional, Lucifer.” Chloe appeared at their sides, and while Lucifer shifted awkwardly, (Y/N) nodded in assent.

            “Oh, I can assure you, she has plenty of experience. I mean, she’s much older than you, and she lived a long life before she went to Heaven, so she can handle this,” said Lucifer.

            (Y/N) deadpanned. “Yeah, a party girl can definitely handle crime lords.”

            As if to punctuate their sarcasm, a cry echoed from backstage. It seemed Eve had managed to find trouble before the show even began.

            Decker was instantly on edge and pulled her gun out. “Stay back.”

            Obviously, Lucifer and (Y/N) didn’t listen and followed her to the changing room where a man had a hand around Eve’s neck. A man in a suit held the necklace and her threateningly.

            “Drop the weapon,” said Chloe.

            Lucifer kept (Y/N) behind him and eyed the man warily. His immediate reaction was not to worry about Eve but to check on (Y/N). After all, they were his kids; his first priority.

            “Toby, let her go,” said Chloe.

            “Back off! Back off!” said Toby. “I am walking out of here with this necklace. It belongs to me.”

            “Toby. I know everything, and I understand,” said Chloe.

            “You understand? What do you understand?” said Toby viciously. “That I spent our entire budget on this necklace? That I’m ruined without it? That I’m only stuck in here to get what’s mine?”

            “No, I understand you,” said Chloe. “The reasonable one. The one always taking care of their partner, cleaning up his messes.”

            That’s a weird coincidence, thought (Y/N).

            “Everyone loves Pablo, the ‘Fun One,’ ” said Chloe. “But if they really knew who he was…”

            “He was a train wreck,” spat Toby. “He wasted all our money on hookers and blow.”

            “He doesn’t sound like such a bad guy to me,” said Lucifer.

            “Not helping, Dad,” said (Y/N).

            “And after, after that voicemail, I rushed down there, found him beaten up, the Mirage gone!” said Toby. “I just, I got so angry!”

            “Drop the gun and let her go,” said Chloe.

            (Y/N) flicked their wrist, and a shadow wrapped up around Toby’s ankle. They pulled sharply, and it tugged on him. He yelped and fell back. Chloe ran up and kicked the gun away from her. She flipped him over and pinned him down.

            “Hands behind your back,” she commanded, keeping her gun trained cautiously on him. Hearing the commotion finally, Dan came into the room and knelt to handcuff Toby.

            “You alright?” said (Y/N), looking at Eve.

            “Y-Yes. It was a bit scary but mostly dramatic,” said Eve.

            Lucifer squeezed (Y/N)’s shoulder and spoke softly. “Thank you. Good job.”

            (Y/N) smiled and nodded. They thought Eve was bad news, but she so far wasn’t a bad person. (Y/N) wouldn’t leave her to get hurt.

            Lucifer looked at Dan restraining Toby. “Daniel, I’d like that necklace, thank you very much.”

            “What? Do you really think we would just hand you stolen evidence?” said Dan incredulously. He scoffed and pushed Toby out of the room.

            Lucifer looked at Chloe. “Detective? We need that necklace.” To make sure Eve didn’t get hurt, they needed to give it to the crime lord.

            “I’m sorry, Lucifer,” sighed Chloe. “I wish I could help you.”

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            “Stop moping,” said (Y/N), hands on their hips as they looked at Eve and Lucifer sitting despondently on the steps of Lux.

            “But without the necklace, we can’t keep Bashir Al-Fasaad from coming back to hurt me,” said Eve worriedly. She rested her chin on her hands. “And now the fun is done…”

            “Seriously, quite the pity party.” (Y/N) pulled a hand from their jean pockets and held up a necklace. “You’re fine.”

            Eve and Lucifer stared in amazement.

            “How did you get that?” said Lucifer in amazement.

            “Shadows grabbed it for me,” said (Y/N), shrugging. They tossed it to Lucifer. “Now, please, give it to the crime lord and clean this mess up.” They looked at Eve. “And then, you can go somewhere else to have your fun.”

    ��       “Oh…” said Eve. She looked down sadly. “But I didn’t want the fun to end. I mean, I don’t know anyone else here.” She smiled at Lucifer. “And we had fun together.”

            “We did,” acknowledged Lucifer.

            “And I’m sure that if you give me a chance, we can get along,” said Eve to (Y/N).

            “What?”

            “Please? Give me a chance to show that I’m not just trouble, I swear,” said Eve.

            (Y/N) looked at Eve and sighed. “Fine, fine. One chance.” I’m only doing this since Dad is happy to have his friend back.

            (Y/N) turned away before Eve could get too excited and walked towards the stairs up to the elevator. At the top, they bumped into Chloe, awkwardly walking in.

            “Oh, hello, Detective,” said (Y/N).

            “You can call me Chloe, (Y/N).” She smiled before looking around nervously. “Is Lucifer still here?”

            “Yeah, he’s just talking to Eve.” (Y/N) smiled. “But I’m sure he’d be happy to talk to you.” The two turned to face Lucifer and Eve.

            (Y/N)’s smile dropped.

            Eve was kissed Lucifer, and he wore his Devil Face.

            She accepted him. And as Chloe took a step back, heartbroken and ready to leave, (Y/N)’s heart clenched.

            Dad, what are you doing?

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♥︎ Destined (To Fail?) ♥︎

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bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x f!mitchell!reader

in which you get called back to top gun to teach the next detachment. sounds like a dream gig until your two most hated men are there also

chapter one: here we go again

a/n: this is going to be relatively canon to the new film, just with lil tweaks here and there to make it flow smoothly. readers callsign is highness, thought it was pretty clever of me seeing as she's mav's daughter (also it just sounds badass af), reader also has a name as i felt it's just what felt right and flowed well with the story (and totally not just now realising that the first and last name start with the same letter like bradley so let's just pretend i did that on purpose) also i am but a humble australian writing about the us navy so if i got anything incorrect pls either let me know nicely or just deal with it bc i don't even know anything about my own navy let alone another country's

word count: ~3.5k words

contains: this story is gonna be angsty so hold on to your butts, already angsty af from the get go, swearing (are we surprised?), rocky relationship with father(figure), hangman being a flirtatious lil shit, reader being a badass, i think that's about it but pls lmk if i missed anything!!

as always, reblogs/comments/feedback/etc are always always always appreciated and wanted ♥︎ pls i crave external validation

my blog is 18+ only, minors dni

[ all my work is my own and not to be reposted or translated anywhere else ]

You and Bradley Bradshaw were destined for each other. Growing up together, you were inseparable, seeing each other daily. Spending just about every second of the day in each others company.

After everything that happened with Goose, Maverick swore to never leave the family’s side. Even when his own relationship was falling apart. Nothing could come between Mav and protecting that family.

So, ever since Bradley was born, exactly 1 year and 2 months after you, you had been practically joined at the hip, impossible to separate.

It was no surprise to anyone when you announced that you were officially dating in your teenage years. Although your father would say that he was less than impressed with you dating any boy, even Bradley himself. But he had accepted it, only after a thorough talking to from Carole Bradshaw.

There was only one thing that could come between you and your destiny. Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell. And boy did he really get in the way. Really took everything you held dear to yourself and threw it in the dirt, stomping all over it.

~~

“I’m gonna kill him, I swear I’ll fuckin’ kill him!” Bradley stormed through the door, red with rage.

“Brad, what happened?” You were quick to jump up to his side, concern evident in your voice. The paper you eagerly held on to before now an after thought.

“Maverick! He fuckin’ pulled my papers.” There was venom dripping from every word Bradley spoke, anger coursing through his veins. “All of that work, down the drain, everything I’ve done is all for nothing.” He was pacing and throwing his arms in the air, unable to contain the pure rage running through him.

“I’m sure there’s been some sort of misunderstanding, dad would never-”

“No, Mia! You don’t get it, he’s ruined everything, everything I’ve ever worked for!” He was facing you now, yelling, basically spitting his words at you. “You’re his daughter, you’ll never understand, never have to understand. You’re gonna get everything in your life handed to you no questions asked!”

You couldn’t believe his words. Didn’t want to believe his words. They cut deeper than anything anyone had ever said to you.

“You think I have it easy because he’s my father?” You spat back, just as venomous. “I have to work twice as hard as anyone else just to prove that I’m not some nepotism baby. No one’s ever going to appreciate me for my own ability, I’ll only ever be the great Maverick’s daughter!” You threw your hands up in disbelief. Disbelief that he would even think that. Disbelief that you were standing in your kitchen screaming at each other.

“Well I guess we’ll never know.” Bradley chuckled cynically. “If he pulled my papers, there’s no way in hell he’d let you get accepted.” You clenched the paper in your hand harder instinctively, shoving it into his chest.

“That’s why I never told him, I’m not that stupid.” Your eyes narrowed at Bradley as his widened, smoothing out the paper to read.

‘We are pleased to inform you of your acceptance into the Naval Academy in the field of Aviation Welfare’.

Bradley could only stare at you, slack jawed, eyes darting between you and the letter.

“I can’t believe this shit.” He shook his head in disbelief. “This is so fucking bullshit!”

“What the fuck, Bradshaw? I thought we were in this together?”

“Yeah, we were, until your dad pulled my fucking papers.”

“That has nothing to do with me. I didn’t exactly ask for him to be my father. Hell, I would’ve specifically asked not to have him if I could, but I fucking can’t, okay. Are you really going to let this, him, ruin everything?”

“He already has, when he pulled those papers.” You stilled, all emotion draining from you at his words, going numb.

“So this is it? Everything’s over?”

“My life may as well be, thanks to him.”

“Get out of my house.” You had to force yourself not to scream at him, knowing that it wouldn’t help the situation. Bradley said nothing as he stormed out of you kitchen, letting the door slam on his way out.

~~

That was the last time you saw Bradley Bradshaw, your boyfriend, before you left for training.

That was also the last time you referred to Pete Mitchell as your dad. You disowned him as your father and vowed never to forgive him for what he did to Bradley, and subsequently, you. From then on, he was only ever Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell to you.

~

It had been years since you had spoken to either of the two men. Pete had tried to insert himself back into your life, showing up at ceremonies and important events in your life, but you always kept it strictly professional, refusing to acknowledge him as your father.

Bradley, on the other hand, you hadn’t spoken to since the incident back in the kitchen of your family home. You’d never admit it, but you never truly got over him, and you made yourself a promise to never let anyone get close like that again. The two men you should have been able to trust the most destroyed you in a single day. You would never let that happen again.

That’s why you were surprised to receive a call from Admiral Beau ‘Cyclone’ Simpson. You had crossed paths when you attended Top Gun, (like father like daughter right?), but you didn’t think you had made much of an impression on him. You may have kept to yourself, but you also always made your opinion known, even if it was an unpopular one, and definitely put people in their place if they were out of line. But if anyone dared liken you to Maverick you’d have their head for it, as a couple of the men from your Top Gun squadron found out the hard way.

Clearly Cyclone appreciated your skill as well as your personality, because his call was to invite you back to Top Gun to teach the next intake. Something about a mission that was too classified to discuss over the phone.

~

Making your way back to Fightertown had you reminiscing on the ride. You had chosen your trusty Triumph Thruxton to fully enjoy the long journey, packing only your essentials in a large duffel bag secured across your back.

You and Bradley had grown up here. Just about every turn held a memory of the times you spent together.

You didn’t have long to reminisce however, as you were soon pulling into the Top Gun base, back at your old stomping ground. Now, memories came flooding back of your days flying there, coming out top of your squadron. That was potentially the best day of your life, knowing you finally beat Maverick, finally were better than him. That didn’t happen to be the first time you had proved yourself better than him, either.

The briefing for the cause of your return was long and tedious. There was an underground uranium plantation breaking NATO laws that needed to be taken out. You were assigned with teaching the best of Top Gun how to succeed in this, and most importantly, to teach them how to all make it back home. Your main task was to ensure the team became just that, a team. Easier said than done when most of the pilots that graduated top of the class had an ego to match. But you were always up for a challenge.

Seeing as you were now back in your old stomping ground, you thought it was only fitting to visit Penny at the Hard Deck after the briefing, you definitely needed a drink after the news. Maybe you could even scope out some of the class while you were there.

As you stepped through the door of the bar, you were greeted with the familiar buzz of chatter and music from the juke box. It was only mid afternoon, but the place was already lively.

You made a beeline for the bar, dodging already tipsy bodies moving around the room chaotically and thumped your hand on the bar twice to get Penny’s. You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your lips as she angrily turned to see who had the audacity to get her attention like that. But her death glare soon slipped to a shocked grin when she spotted you, dropping her cloth to give you a hug over the bar that was so tight you thought she might crack a rib.

“Mia! What the hell are you doing back around here?” Penny poured you a beer as she gave you a questioning side glance.

“Apparently they need some new life ‘round here to teach the new- well old new meat.” You flashed her a smirk over the rim of your glass she had handed you before taking a sip.

“Well, god help the poor souls that cross your path in that classroom.” She returned your smirk easily.

“Penny, my dear,” a tanned, blond-haired man approached the bar opposite you, a smirk on his lips that you just knew was there 98% of the time. “I’ll have another round on my tab, please.” He threw in a wink for good measure. Then, his eyes were on you, widening slightly at the sight of you as he chewed on the toothpick between his teeth.

“Well, well, well,” the blond made his way around the bar to stand next to you. He leaned an elbow on the bar and rested his palm on his defined chin. “And who do we have here?” There’s a glint of something, lust, surely not, in his eyes as they roam over your features.

“Who wants to know?” Eyeing him up and down right back as you took another long sip of your beer, only your look was one more of annoyance than lewd interest.

“She’s a woman of mystery, Hangman,” Penny placed his 3 beers on the bar for him. “Good luck.” Winking at you before she returned back to the other customers waiting.

“So, Hangman? You like word puzzles or something?”

Hangman couldn’t help the slight snort of laughter that escaped him. “Gotta admit, haven’t heard that one before.” He nodded to his friends as they came over to grab their beers, realising that they’d probably never make it to the pool table they were gathered around. “But,” he glanced back to you. “I guess you’ll just have to find out how I got the name.”

If you were being honest, you zoned out about the time his posse came to rescue their drinks. Your heart had sunk the second you saw his famous Hawaiian shirt walk through the front door, fear only solidified as you heard a voice call out “Rooster, that you?”. You gulped down the remainder of your beer and slapped down a $50 note to cover your drinks, plus some. Your eyes caught Penny’s and you gave her a silent plea of ‘I was never here’, she replied with a knowing nod.

Hangman just stared at you, confusion spread across his handsome features.

“Thanks for the chat, Hangman, but it’s time for me to go.” You spoke as you hastily got out of your seat, eyes flashing to where Bradley was now standing with his friends, his back to you.

“Hey, can I at least get your—” You were up and making your way out the door before Hangman could even finish. “Name.”

“Like I said, Hangman, woman of mystery.”

~

Training began the next day, with only 3 weeks until the uranium plant was operational, you had to get a move on if any of this was going to work.

You were stood at the back of the room, having entered after the candidates were seated, waiting for Admiral Bates to introduce you.

“And she’s one of the greatest pilots I’ve seen come through this program. I give you Rear Admiral Mia Mitchell, call sign Highness.”

Your heavy boots thundered on the concrete floor as you walked up the aisle between the tables to the front. You could feel every single person’s eyes on you, and if you had’ve looked, you would have seen a few staring a little more intensely than others.

You turned on your heel at the front to face the group, flashing Bates a smile before nodding to the team. Eyeing them over your Ray-Bans, you noticed Bradley clench his jaw, avoiding eye contact. Jake Seresin, on the other hand, was clearly trying to hold back his shocked expression and act cool. But you could see him chewing on his gum a little harder.

It was your turn, however, to try and mask your shock as Admiral Bates introduced the second teacher. He and Simpson had warned you that there would be a second person, but gave nothing away on who it might be. Now you knew why.

“His exploits are legendary, and he’s considered to be one of the finest pilots this program has ever produced. I give you Captain Pete Mitchell, call sign Maverick.”

Your whole body stiffened, subtle smirk your lips just held falling slack jawed. The echo of his boots walking up the aisle reverberated in your ears.

He nodded at Bates and then you as he moved to stand beside you. Not him. Anyone but him.

You silently thanked yourself for keeping your Ray-Bans on, otherwise the whole room would have seen the sheer terror in your eyes at what was happening around you, and you couldn’t let the candidates see any weakness.

“I’ll let you two take the floor.” Admiral Bates stepped to the side, allowing you both the freedom to speak.

Pete held up the instruction manual for the F-18 aircraft. “I’m sure you all recognise this, and know it better than the back of your own hands.”

“Hell yeah.” “You’re damn right.” You were able to pick out the voices of Hangman and Coyote as you stared at Pete, wondering where the hell he was going with this. Obviously the team knew the manual, it’s your bible in Top Gun.

Pete dropped the brick of a book into the trash can beside him, and everyone gasped. “Well, so does the enemy. What they don’t know is you, the person in the box. Over the next 3 weeks we’re going to learn every single detail about you, anything we can use to our advantage to win this fight.” You’re sure he felt you stiffen beside him, you could feel his eyes on you from your peripheral.

Pete continued to explain the mission, a uranium plantation going against NATO laws that needed to be destroyed. All happening in 3 weeks. Everyone’s faces mimicked each other, pure shock and concern at how the hell they were going to manage this.

“Anything to add, Rear Admiral Mitchell?” Pete’s voice snapped you back from your mind wandering, you cleared your throat.

“Say again?” You turned to face him, the sound of the candidates in front of you chuckling filling your ears. You forced the red tinge away that was trying to make its way up your neck.

“Do you have anything you’d like to discuss?” Pete gave you a questioning look as he rephrased his question to you.

“Ah, right,” you cleared your throat again, turning to face back to the team in front of you.

“As I’m sure you’ve realised, Captain Mitchell here is in charge of prepping you for the flight and potential fight, the nitty gritty stuff. Well, I’m here to take this roomful of egos and turn it into a team.” You pushed your sunglasses onto your head, allowing your eyes to roam over the group in front of you, lingering on Hangman as you mentioned egos. “My job is to get you working and communicating effectively as a team, so if you have any plans on hanging your teammates out to dry, I’d suggest changing them. If you leave your teammate in a dogfight, 200 pushups; if you sacrifice them to make yourself look better, 200 pushups; if you do anything to put your team at risk, 200 pushups.” The room was silent, your authority bleeding through your words.

“I’m expertly trained in reading people, I can see straight through you if you lie to me, so just make it easier on the both of us and don’t try. I’m here to learn anything and everything about you, to build this team and make sure you all get everyone home safe to their families. Any questions?” The room remained silent, everyone staring at you with wide eyes, even Pete. “Excellent. Training starts at 0600 hours tomorrow, sharp. Dismissed.” The class stood, collecting the notes they had taken and filed out of the room, leaving you and Captain Mitchell alone.

“So are you going to tell me what the hell that was, Mia?” Pete was staring at you square on now, brows knitted together in a mix of concern, confusion and frustration.

“It’s Rear Admiral Mitchell, let’s keep things professional, Captain Mitchell. And to answer your question, that was what I wanted to discuss with the class.” You chose to ignore the way Pete’s body language deflated at your cold manner towards him.

“That was a bit much, don’t you think?”

“We have three weeks to make a team out of the best of the best, we don’t have time to fuck around here, Mitchell. Do you want these guys coming back or not?” Were you a little more blunt than you intended? Maybe, but you really didn’t care.

Pete just shook his head and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I suppose you’re right. You always did know how to win friends and influence people.” He chuckled to himself as he walked out of the room, shaking his head slightly.

~

The last night of freedom before shit got real. The Hard Deck was packed as usual, the whole team for the uranium plantation mission was there, all taking the time to get to know one another better. A fact you wished you’d have been warned about before you stepped foot through the door.

“Highness! Come have a drink with us!” Natasha Trace, aka Phoenix, was already pulling you in the direction of the of the pool table the team was gathered around before you had a chance to protest. Fraternising with the team, your students, wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for your last night off in who knows how long.

“Well, I’m glad to see everyone is getting to know each other better, especially outside of training.” You gave them all a tight-lipped smile, hovering at Bradley for just a touch longer than the others. He just stared at you blankly. Clearly he still wasn’t over everything that happened, you thought to yourself.

“Fancy a round with us, Highness?” Something about the way Jake Seresin spoke your callsign made you uneasy. Not in the sick to your stomach kind of way, just in the way that made you think there was something more beyond what he was saying.

“That depends, you talking pool or beer?” You could feel yourself easing up around them all quicker than you realised, even flashing Seresin a cocky smirk as you answered him.

“I’m sure we could work something out that involves both.” Seresin winked and the rest of the team could only stare in quiet shock at the not-so-subtle flirting going on between the two of you. It made Bradley’s blood boil.

Natasha could see the effect the interaction had on Bradley from a mile away and she nudged his shoulder with her own.

“You good?”

“I’m great.” He replied through gritted teeth, obviously the complete opposite of fine. He could only glare as you accepted the beer Seresin had just bought for you, noticing the trace of a genuine smile behind your usually professional smile. It made him sick. Out of all people, it had to be Seresin?

“And that’s a fuckin’ lie.” Natasha was facing Bradley straight on now, hands on her hips in a way similar to that of a mother concerned for her child.

“Quit it, Trace!” Something about the way Bradley bit at her name made Natasha wince, if he continued on like this, there was no way in hell he was making the cut and they’d be stuck with Hangman as lead. Over her dead body.

Bradley could already sense she was about to press further and cut it off at the source.

“Just fucking leave it, Natasha.” He turned on his heel and stormed off towards the exit before she could protest further, leaving her staring at his retreating figure.

Something about the way he snapped almost made you feel bad for him. Almost. But you weren’t about to let Bradley fucking Bradshaw ruin your night, or your career. He would have to either get over whatever his problem was with you, or pack his bag and walk off the mission. There was no way in hell you were going anywhere, even if you had to work alongside Mav. This was potentially a career-making mission, and nothing was going to stop you from what may be on the other side of it.

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Forbidden Memory (redo)

Hey guys! Let me just say that Hazbin Hotel was AMAZING!! The episodes, the characters, the songs, the voices, EVERYTHING! The four years wait was SO worth it!

Anyway, this story will be a redo about Charlie, Vaggie and Angel discovering why Sonya has a deep fear of Alastor.

So relax and enjoy the story!

At the hotel, Charlie had gathered everybody in the lobby. Charlie said:

Charlie - “Okay guys, I was thinking maybe we can do some arts and crafts and-“

Husk - “What? Arts and crafts? Do we look like fucking five year olds?”

Vaggie - *annoyed* “Art and crafts aren’t just for kids, Husk.”

Charlie - “Sometimes it helps release the deep feelings into something creative.”

Sir Pentious - “Oh! Like when I built my machines to take down the peasants in Hell so I can be ruler!”

Charlie - *a bit uncomfortable* “Yeah but maybe something a bit less destructive.”

Angel - “Hey ya know I been told a lot I’m an artist in bed.”

Husk - *disgusted* “Ugh no one wanted to fucking hear that!”

Niffty - “I don’t mind hearing about it.”

Then Charlie heard a techno ringtone and looked at her phone. She saw a magic wand profile picture and knew it was Sonya. Charlie went to the hallway and picked up her phone.

Charlie - “Hey baby cousin! What’s up? Oh of course! It’s no trouble at all. I’ll tell the others. Bye!”

Then Charlie came back and looked happier than usual.

Charlie - “Okay big news: You all remember my baby cousins Sonya and Liz?”

Angel - “Oh yeah the kids who are some kind of zodiac?”

Husk - “Oh yeah I remember the weird little boy.”

Charlie - “First of all Husk, Sonya is a girl. Second, they are born a Gemini. Anyway, they are coming to the hotel to stay a few days here. Their parents are going away for vacation. Maybe them being here, could make a good lesson plan.”

Husk - *annoyed* “We aren’t fucking babysitters Princess.”

Vaggie - *doubtful* “Charlie, you sure you wanna use your cousins for this?”

Angel - “Hey we are good with kids. The cool twin Liz is pretty badass. I can teach her how to use a gun!”

Vaggie - *mad* “You’re not doing that!”

Charlie - “Look, I think being around a kid can help you guys set limits and how to even act around them. So just give it a chance. We better get things ready for her.”

()()()()()()()()

Sonya was walking with a yellow bookbag on. When Sonya was now in front of the hotel, she knocked on the door, and Charlie opened it.

Charlie - *happily* “Oh there's my favorite baby cousins!”

Sonya - *happily* “And there’s my favorite big cousin!”

The two hug each other. Even Liz came out in shadow form and hugged Charlie. Then Charlie led the twins inside the hotel. Sonya saw Husk drinking alcohol like always.

Sonya - “Oh hey Husk.”

Husk - “Hey kid. Ya want something to drink.”

Charlie - “Now Husk, remember Sonya is too young to drink alcohol.”

Husk - “Hey the boy is almost at his manhood.”

Sonya - *annoyed* “I’m a girl.”

Husk - “Whatever.”

Charlie - *chuckles nervously* “Anyway, so good to see you Sonya and Liz.”

Sonya - *smiles* “Thanks Cousin Charlie.”

Charlie - “Oh that's wonderful! We're going to have the best time! I can’t wait to show you the fun plans I have instore for us.”

Sonya - “So how are things in the hotel?”

Charlie - “Pretty good. Nothing out of the ordinary. I think everybody is starting to get along with each other better.”

Then they heard yelling, running, and laughing. Vaggie came chasing Angel Dust with her spear. Vaggie was covered in pink paint.

Vaggie - *angry* “I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!”

Angel - *laughing* “Gets you every time!”

Vaggie - *taking out her knife* “I'm gonna stab you into a bloody pulp!”

Then Angel saw Sonya, and he quickly picked up and held her in front of him like a shield. This made Vaggie stop because she didn’t want to hurt Sonya. Sonya was a little surprised that she was being use as a shield.

Angel - “Freeze! I got a kid and I know how to use her!”

Vaggie - *annoyed* “Angel!”

Angel - *takes out a sewing needle* “I’m warning you: I’ll let out a certain wild child!”

Sonya - *confused* “Uh guys? Is there a more peaceful way to handle this?”

Angel and Vaggie - “No!”

Charlie - “Hey! Hey! What’s all the fighting?”

Vaggie - *points to Angel* “While we were fixing up Sonya’s room, Angel pulled that bucket full of paint prank on me!”

Angel - “It was just a joke! Besides, at least you now don’t look like an old sour purple grape.”

That comment made Vaggie furious and was about to lunge at Angel’s throat.

Vaggie - *angry* “I'll skin you alive!!”

Charlie - “Guys! Enough! *to Angel* Angel, you know that playing pranks like that isn’t nice right?”

Angel - *sighs* “Yes Princess.”

Charlie - “And Vaggie, you know that you can’t be chasing people with knifes.”

Vaggie - *sighs* “Yes.”

Charlie - “Okay good. Now Angel, do you mind putting my baby cousin down?”

Angel - “Fine.”

He dropped Sonya on the ground.

Sonya - “Ow!”

Angel - “Whoops! Sorry kid.” *chuckles*

Sonya rolled her eyes as she got up. Liz couldn’t help but chuckle as well.

Charlie - “By the way, I just got a call from Alastor earlier. He said that he's coming to the hotel today.”

Vaggie - *annoyed* “Ugh, him again?”

Sonya froze in fear when her cousin mention Alastor’s name. Liz in her shadow form took notice of this and looks worried and concern.

Angel - “What do Smiles want?”

Charlie - “He just want to see how things are in the hotel and *noticed Sonya look scared* Are you okay Sonya?”

Sonya - *scared* “D-Did you say A-Alastor is coming?”

Charlie - “Yeah but only for a short while. He just wanna check things out and then he will leave to attend “business.” Is there something wrong?”

Sonya - *nervously* “Umm...Do anybody got something pointy? Liz s-said that she wants to come out.”

Vaggie - “What? Now?”

Sonya - *nervously* “Please! You k-know she doesn’t like b-being cooped up too long.”

Charlie - *takes out a pushpin* “Here you go.”

Sonya - “Okay good! Angel would you like to do the honors?”

Angel - *excited* “My pleasure!”

He pokes Sonya’s finger and her eyes rolled up and passed out on the floor. Then out comes Liz with her wild hair, red eyes and fangs.

Liz - “BADA BOOM! Did you miss me? Admit me it, you miss me!”

Angel - *happy* “There's my girl!”

Vaggie - *sourly* “Yeah. The preteen girl version of you.”

Liz - *smirks* “Hey Chica. I can see you are still sour as ever.”

Vaggie - *offended* “Hey!!”

Charlie - “Hey Liz, why does Sonya not want to meet Alastor?”

Liz looked concerned and turned to Sonya in shadow form. Sonya has a begging pled in her eyes and even held her hands together. Even though Charlie is their favorite cousin, there are some things even she can’t tell Charlie because she loves Sonya too much.

Liz - *shrugs and sighs* “Sorry Cuz I can't tell you. It’s a secret.”

Charlie - “But you can trust me.”

Liz - *shakes her head* “Sorry Cuz but I can't break a promise to Sonya. It’s a twin thing.”

Charlie - *a little sad* “Well okay.”

Angel - “Sounds to me like she's scared of old Freaky Face.”

Vaggie - *arm crossed* “Well can you blame her?”

Angel - *scoff* “Aw, you guys are a bunch of fraidy cats. Yeah he’s freaky, but I don’t see the big deal about him.”

Liz - *offended* “Hey, watch it! That guy is deadly.”

Charlie - “Yeah Angel. Alastor isn't the type to be messed with.”

They heard the door knocking. That’s when they realized that Alastor is here.

Charlie - “Oh he's here!”

Liz - “Better change my clothes!”

Liz went to the nearest bathroom to change her clothes.

Vaggie - “Oh here we go...better grab my spear just in case he tries something funny.”

Angel - *shrugging* “I don't see what the big deal is?

Vaggie - *annoyed* “Don't you ever listen to what I've been telling you about him?!”

Angel - “What? I hate politics.”

Vaggie sighed in annoyance and went to get her spear. Angel rolled his eyes and decided to go to the kitchen to get a snack. Once Charlie saw her friend and girlfriend downstairs in the lobby with her, she opened the door and saw Alastor.

Charlie - “Oh hello Alastor.”

Alastor - “Hello sweetheart! So wonderful to see you again!”

Charlie - “It's nice to see you too. Please come in.”

Alastor - “Why thank you.”

Alastor stepped inside and looked around at the hotel. He saw Niffty who was busy cleaning, and Husk was busy drinking. However he decided the hotel looked better than the first time he arrived.

Alastor - “I see the place is looking quite well.”

Charlie - “Thanks. My friends and I have been trying to fix up the place lately.”

Then Liz came downstairs in her ringleader/punk biker outfit and saw Alastor. Liz smiles and tip her top hat.

Liz - “Sir Alastor.”

Alastor - *bows* “Why hello Lady Liz.”

Liz - “What brings you to the Hotel?”

Alastor - “Can't an old friend stop by for a visit?”

Liz - “Hm that's true.”

Vaggie - *threateningly* “Just don't cause any trouble Alastor

Alastor - “Dear if I wanted to cause trouble I would of done so already.”

Vaggie - “Still, I'm watching you, bud.”

Alastor - “By the way, where’s that old fashion snake Sir Penniless or whatever his name is.”

Charlie - “Oh Sir Pentious? He and his little Egg Bois went out on a walk. They will be back soon.”

While Alastor was visiting, Charlie noticed that Sonya didn't come out at all in shadow form. It was rare that Sonya does that because she or Liz would usually be out in shadow form to show people that they are Gemini.

Charlie: *thinking* “Huh, that's odd. There's something going on with my cousin but I have no idea what it is. Why won't she tell me? I'm her best friend and favorite cousin. She can tell me anything.”

Vaggie - *arms crossed* “So What are you doing this time, Alastor?”

Alastor - “Oh I just wanted to make sure this Hotel is in tip top shape.”

Vaggie - “Yeah, sure you do.”

Niffty - “It’s true! I've been killing a lot of mother bugs and their babies. It was so funny watching them bleed and screech in agony.”

Husk - *disgusted* “Like we need to know that creepy shit Niffty.”

While that was going on, Liz sat down next to Angel Dust on the couch. They both watch Charlie and Alastor talking to each other.

Angel - *to Liz* “So what you think of Smiles over there kid?”

Liz - “He’s actually a cool dude, but he's also a little bit creepy.”

Angel - “I don't see what's so scary about him.”

Liz - “But haven't you been here longer than us? Well Vaggie cause me and Charlie was born here.”

Angel - *shrugs* “I never get involved with politics.”

Liz - “True. I mean they can be a pain in the butt. Like Vaggie.” *snickers*

Vaggie - *offended* “I heard that!”

Both Liz and Angel Dust snickered which made Vaggie glares at them. As Alastor went to the bathroom and Liz went to get a snack in the kitchen, Charlie walked up to Angel and Vaggie all worried and concerned.

Charlie - *concerned* “Guys seriously, I'm getting very worried about my cousin.”

Angel - *confused* “Why? Liz is fine.”

Charlie - “I know Liz is fine but not Sonya. It was like the moment she heard Alastor was coming, she seemed....terrified.”

Vaggie - “Well can you blame her? He's one of the most terrifying demon ever.”

Charlie - “I guess. But haven't you guys noticed every time Alastor comes over, Sonya let Liz take over? And whenever we ask them why they do that, they don't tell us or change the subject.”

Angel - *thinks* “Hmm once I think about it, that is strange.”

Vaggie - *suspicious* “Yeah it is. But still it's none of our business.”

Angel - “Oh come on I mean it's not like the kid ever met him. I bet she just heard about the stories of him.”

Charlie - “Still, I can't help but worry.”

Vaggie - “Why don't you talk to her after Alastor leaves?”

Charlie - *smiles* “Good idea, I'll do that.”

After the short visit, Alastor left the hotel. Liz went to Charlie said:

Liz - “Okay Cuz, you can do the old presto change-o.”

Charlie - “Got it.”

Charlie grab Liz I into a hug and pets her hair at the same time so Sonya would come back. Then Liz twitched, and her eyes rolled up and then Sonya was back.

Sonya - “Thanks Cousin Charlie. I'm gonna go change into my regular clothes.”

Charlie - “Alright. There’s extra clothes in the bathroom lobby.”

Sonya - “Oh cool thanks!”

Then Sonya went to the lobby bathroom to change. Then Charlie turned to Angel and Vaggie.

Charlie - “Come on guys.”

Vaggie - “Where are we going?”

Charlie - “To her room.”

Vaggie - “Why?”

Charlie - “To see if we could find any clues about her fear of Alastor.”

Angel - “Aw sweet we are ransacking!”

Charlie - “It’s not ransacking Angel. It’s more like information-gathering.”

Angel - *smirk* “Same thing as ransacking.”

Charlie and Vaggie rolls their eyes at Angel’s comment.

()()()()()()()()

The three of them went upstairs to Sonya and Liz’s room. Their room was blue and purple with posters of their favorite sports, bands, and drawings. There were some stuffed animals, bookshelves, a desk with a laptop on it, a tv, and a dresser. Once they opened the door to her room, they began their search.

Vaggie - “So what are we looking for exactly?”

Charlie - “Her research book.”

Angel - “What the fuck does have that to do with Alastor?”

Charlie - “Sonya likes to do research on the people in Hell that interest her.”

Vaggie - “Wait, isn’t that the same as spying?”

Charlie - “We told her before but she doesn’t see the difference. Anyway, If we can find her book, we can know her reason for fearing Alastor and we can help Sonya conquer it.”

Then they began to look in the room for the book. Angel opened drawers to see a bag of chips, candies, cookies and snack cakes. Making sure the girls weren’t looking, Angel began to stuff some in his pocket. Angel closed the drawer, kept looking and opened another drawer and inside was stolen wallets full of cash.

Angel - “Oooh! She's loaded.”

Angel quietly took some of the cash and stuff them in his pocket too. Then be closed the drawer.

Angel - *deadpanned* “Nothing in here.”

Vaggie - *mad* “You better not be stealing any of her stuff!”

Angel - “Oh of course not.”

Vaggie eyes him suspiciously and looked annoyed.

Charlie - “Come on we need to keep looking.”

They kept looking around Sonya’s room. They were also making sure they weren’t leaving a mess. Then Charlie looked under Sonya’s pillow and found her research book which was a thick black notebook.

Charlie - “Guys! I found it!”

Vaggie and Angel walked over as Charlie began to open the book. Charlie began to flip some pages and found the pages about Alastor.

Charlie - “Okay here it is! According to this, Alastor likes old time music, eating deers, and scaring people.”

Vaggie - “Like we already knew that.”

Angel - “Is it there anything that’s actually worth reading?”

Charlie - “Let me try to find it. *flips a few more pages* Oh! Here’s something: I want to learn how Alastor’s powers work. So tomorrow I’m gonna go and secretly see how Alastor’s powers work.”

Vaggie - *surprised* “Whoa! She actually went to see him?”

Angel - “Didn’t realize the kid has guts.”

Charlie - *reading* “So far I know Alastor can use his blood to summon voodoo power. And use weird voodoo people. He can summon things at random. Right now I’m in the log watching Alastor with some guy and the guy looked scared. Then Alastor-“

Vaggie - “And what? Why do you stop?”

Charlie - “The next pages are missing.”

Charlie showed Vaggie and Angel that their are missing pages.

Angel - *dismayed* “Aw! I wanted to hear the good parts.”

Vaggie - “Why would she rip them?”

Charlie - “I don’t know. Maybe she hid them somewhere.”

“What are you guys doing?”

They saw Sonya at the doorway in her regular clothes. She looked confused on why her friends and cousin are in her room.

Charlie - *nervously* “Uh, nothing! Nothing!”

Angel - *arms cross* “Actually we were just going through your stuff.”

Vaggie - *angry* “Angel!”

Angel - *defensive* “What? It’s true isn’t it?”

Sonya - *angry* “What?! Cousin Charlie how could you?! Out of all people I actually expected Angel to do this, or even Niffty. But you?!”

Vaggie - *defensive* “Hey! Don’t get mad at her, okay? We only looked at your spying book.”

Sonya - “It’s not a spying book! It’s a research book! There’s a huge difference!”

Charlie - “We are sorry Sonya. It just that we needed to know why you are afraid of Alastor.”

Sonya - *annoyed* “Why do you guys keep asking about that?! I can’t tell you!”

Charlie - “Because we are worried about you! You can't keep stuff like this hidden forever.”

Vaggie - “I mean you only heard stories about him right?”

Sonya - *nervously* “N-Not exactly.”

Angel - “Then why are you scared of him if you haven’t even met or even heard the stories?”

Sonya - *sighs* “I just can't tell you. *looks at Liz in shadow form* But maybe it's better that she shows you.”

Angel - *confused* “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Sonya - “What I mean is that you three can go inside my mind and Liz tell you. I know a magic spell can do that.”

Vaggie - “Couldn’t you just let her come out and tell us?”

Sonya - “No. We made a twin promise not to tell you. Twin promises are sacred to us. But showing you instead is better and you guys can understand and techinally it not breaking our twin promise.”

Charlie - “Well okay.”

Sonya took out her spellbook from her shelf and flipped a few page. She saw the page she needed and said:

Sonya - “Somnium Meum!”

The book glowed and it made Charlie, Vaggie and Angel covered their eyes. They looked around around and saw that nothing had happened and they were still in Sonya’s room.

Charlie - *confused* “Uh Sonya? I don’t think the spell-“

Suddenly, Charlie, Vaggie and Angel started have sleepy looks on their faces and feel tired. All three of them passed out on the floor.

()()()()()()()

“Hey Cuz. Cuz wake up.”

Charlie moans a bit, sat up, stretched, woke up and saw Liz holding a pool stick. Charlie looked around and saw she and Vaggie were on a pool table. Angel was on the floor and was starting to wake up along with Vaggie. They both looked around and saw they were in some kind of gaming room.

Angel - *rubbing his eyes and head* Huh? What the fuck is this place?”

Vaggie - *groans and confused* “Yeah where are we? And why is Liz here?”

Liz - “You're inside the Mind House.”

Vaggie - “The Mind House?”

Liz - “The Mind House is a place that me and Sonya go to whenever we switch. You can say this is like our second home. Right now, you guys are in the game room.”

Vaggie - *impressed* “Wow. It's something that I didn't expect.”

Liz - *offensived* “Really Chica? You thought that we would stay in a cage?”

Vaggie - *mad* “For a psycho brat like you yeah!”

Angel - *amazed* “This place is fucking sweet! Kind of better then the hotel.”

Liz - “Of course it is Angel D. I mean, Sonya and I need a place to sleep and hang out. *plays pool* so why are you guys here?”

Charlie - “We're here to find out why Sonya is afraid of Alastor.”

Liz was shocked to the point she accidently hit a ball to break a window. Then Liz had an uneasy look on her face as she turn to the others.

Liz - *uneasy* “Cuz...Are you sure you wanna see that memory?”

Charlie - *nods* “Yes I feel like we need to know so we can help her.”

Angel - “Beside, Sonya said showing us wouldn’t break your twin promise shit.”

Liz - *take a deep breath* “Alright follow me.”

Liz led them an elevator and pressed a button to a room upstairs. Then the elevator’s door opened and they were now in a room and saw a lot of yellow orbs on shelves. Charlie, Vaggie and Angel were amazed on seeing the orbs.

Charlie - *amazed* What are these?

Liz - “Memory orbs. Some of the orbs are mine while the other orbs are Sonya's memories.”

Vaggie - “Why are they on separate shelves?”

Liz - “We may share the same bodies but sometimes not the same memories. So whenever we need to remember something, we just watch it from the orbs.”

Charlie looked around and was amazed at all the orbs. Then she began to notice a different shelf of orbs. The shelves were red and had a wooden red heart on it.

Charlie - “Hey what’s these orbs?”

Liz - *warmly* “Oh those orbs are our favorite memories we perished forever.”

Charlie looked at some of them and saw it was Sonya or Liz spending time together having fun and comforting each other. Charlie smiles and looked touched at this. Vaggie looked and even saw some of Sonya’s favorite memories involving Vaggie as well. But most of the orbs had Sonya spending time with the people at the hotel having a great time with each other.

Charlie - *touched* “This is so sweet.”

Liz - “I have some too.”

They saw the same shelve but this one has Liz’s name on it. Angel was looking at them and saw him and Liz was spending time with each other or protecting each other. Even spending time with Sonya. Like Charlie, Angel looked touched as this.

Vaggie - “Hate the to spoil the moment, but can one of these show us something about Alastor?

Liz - “Of course but it's not on any of these shelves. It’s actually-

Liz then saw Angel grabbing some random orbs on the shelves and looking at them.

Liz - *uneasy* “Angel D what are you doing?”

Angel - *smugged* “What? I'm just looking at these little golden balls. It's not going to do this.”

Angel began to juggle some of them. This is starting to freak the girls out. Even Angel began to walk while juggling the orbs.

Liz - *scared* “Put them down!!”

Angel - “Relax kid I’m not gonna break-“

Unfortunately as he was walking, he tripped over a shelf leg and fell on the ground causing the orbs to go up in the air. Liz, Charlie and Vaggie caught them the falling orbs in time. Angel, however missed one orb and it broke much to Vaggie’s horror and anger.

Vaggie - *angry* “You idiot! Look what you did!!”

Liz - *shrugs* “It's okay, that one wasn't important.”

Charlie - “Really?”

Liz - “Yeah it was her learning geometry.”

Angel - “Ugh, I hate that subject. Good thing I forgot about it along with a bunch of other stuff. I thank the drugs and alcohol I took for that.”

Liz - “So you kind of did her a favor. I mean we usually throw out the memory we either hate or want to forget in the trash bucket.”

Charlie - “Oh. Well that’s good at least.”

Liz - “Yeah but still be careful with these orbs! If they break, then we lose memories of them for good. I don’t need Sonya forgetting how to use the toilet.”

Vaggie - *threatening Angel* “And if you break another, I’ll break your neck!”

Angel - *raised his hands up* “Okay! Okay I’ll be more careful.”

Then Liz led them to a hallway. After 2 minutes, they reached the end of the hallway and were now in front of a door with lots of padlocks and chains.

Liz - “This is where we store horrible memories. If it’s so bad we lock them up in here. So we don’t have to remember them at all.”

Charlie - *determined* “Then that's where we must look.”

Liz - “Alrighty let me just open it.”

Vaggie - “How are you going to open a door like this?”

Liz - *scoffed* “That’s easy Chica!”

Liz took a crowbar and roughly opened the door, breaking the locks and chain. Then the door opened.

Angel - “Smart. That's how I used to open doors.”

Liz - “Okay are you guys ready to go in?”

Charlie - “Yes we are.”

They went inside the room and saw that the room had dim lights. Liz showed them a shelf of dark red orbs all chained up. Liz unlocked it and was now holding one of the orbs in her hands.

Charlie - “Liz is this it?”

Liz - *takes a deep breath* “Yep. That's the memory I can play on the TV.”

She used her head to summon and a TV was summoned.

Angel - *amazed* “Whoa, how did you do that?”

Liz - “Dude this is mine and Sonya’s mind. We can summon anything we want.”

Angel - “In that case can you summon a couch?”

Liz - “Alright.”

Liz began to summon a couch.

Angel - “And summon a table. And make the lights here brighter. I can’t see a fucking thing in here.”

Liz began to look annoyed and made the lights bright and summoned a couch. Charlie, Angel and Vaggie sat on the couch and Angel put his feet on the table.

Liz - *annoyed* “Anything else, your highness?”

Angel - “Well…”

Vaggie - “No! He doesn’t want anything else. *to Charlie* Charlie, sure you want to do this?”

Charlie - “I have to know the truth. *to Liz* Liz, play the memory.”

Liz - *takes a deep breath* “Okay Cuz.”

Liz began to summon some wires and use some wires to connect it to the orb. Then she connected it to the TV. The TV was staticy for a bit, but then it began to be clear. The memory began to play:

Inside the memory Sonya was wearing all black and dark gray clothes, shoes, hat and sweater. She was holding her notebook and had a determined look on her face. I’m

Sonya - *to herself* “Okay Sonya. This is the big day: to learn about Alastor!”

Charlie - “So she was interested in him at first?”

Angel - “Seems that way.”

Liz - “It’s true. Before, Sonya just heard about little fun facts about Alastor like where he’s from, favorite food, music, etc from people. But she felt like she wanted to learn more things about him. Even telling me to stay inside The Mind House cause Sonya felt like it was her mission.”

Charlie - “That’s true. I mean she does love doing research about people.”

Liz - “I know but please be quiet. The memory is playing.”

Charlie - *embarrssed* “Oh right. Sorry.”

The memory began to play again.

Sonya - “Okay. Now where could he be? Cause I know he’s not at the cannibal place at this hour.”

Sonya saw Alastor and a scared demon walking to a forest.

Sonya - *facepalms* “Duh! Alastor loves going to places like this.”

Sonya quietly followed them and was making sure that she didn't get caught. After a few minutes of walking, Sonya saw half empty a big log and hid inside it. She began to write stuff down as she saw Alastor and the demon near a huge pond.

Sonya: *whispers* “Now is my chance.”

Sonya watches closely and writes stuff down in her notebook. But is not prepared for what she's about to see.

Demon - *scared* “A-Alastor I'm sorry that I failed! P-Please! Give me another chance!”

Alastor - *chuckles* “My friend....I'm afraid there are no seconds chances. You failed me and now you must pay the price.”

Alastor began to work his powers and change into his final demon. Sonya was shocked that Alastor had a demon form that was extremely deadly. The terrified demon is more terrified than ever.

Demon - *scared* “No! No! NOOOO!!!”

Sonya was watching this and was looking horrified. Alastor just smiled as the demon before him was destroyed and poor Sonya witnessed everything. She was literally shaking in fear.

Sonya - *horrified* “Oh my god…”

Sonya began to hear footsteps and hide behind the log. However, she did a little peek and saw it was a demon woman around looking injured. She had lots of swords with her.

Sonya - “Hey I know that lady from school. She’s usually one of the teachers who just drinks wine all day in class. Why is she here?”

Girl - “Aw man. That hunting trip was the worst. I don’t think I can handle-“

The girl saw Alastor and he turned around said:

Alastor - “So I take it the cat is out the bag eh?”

The woman looked mad and annoyed and got out her sword. She began running toward him about to slice him.

Girl - “Who are you?!”

Alastor just did a slasher smile and quickly killed her. There was nothing left but her swords and blood. Just as Sonya was witnessing everything, some of the blood landed on her face. This made Sonya become even more scared of Alastor.

Sonya: *shocked* Oh my God!!!! Ohh I gotta get out! This is too much!”

Sonya put her notebook in her bookbag, got up and about about to leave but she tripped over a rock, and landed on the ground. Her hand landed on a twig and accidentally broke the twig in half. The loud snap got it got Alastor's attention and began to slowly turn his head around.

Sonya - *whispers* “Oh no!”

Sonya quickly got up and began to run away. She kept on running fast hoping to get away from Alastor or hoping that he didn’t see her.

Sonya - *terrified* “I hope he didn't see me!”

However, a powerful red power missed her and burnt up a tree instead. Then she heard Alastor:

Alastor - “You can run but you can't hide!”

Sonya took a quick peek and Alastor was halfway far from her but he was doing a speed like run. He even still had that wide smile on his face and quickly turn her face so Alastor wouldn’t see her face,

Sonya - *screams* “I better step on it!!”

Sonya kept running but then her sweater got caught in some pointy tree branches. Even her left ankle and pants got caught in some branches.

Sonya - *horrified* “Oh no! No! *tearing up* Not now!”

Alastor was halfway there and saw the mysterious spy. He used his powers from his microphone and sent a powerful red blast. The red blast did break the branches that trapped Sonya's sweater, but it did a slight cut on Sonya's shoulder.

Sonya - “AHH!”

Sonya pulled hard and was free from the branch that trapped her ankle. She fell on the ground but quickly got up and kept on running. Sonya was a terrible mess, she was covered in mud, her sweater and pants were slightly ripped and her shoulder was bleeding. But she didn’t care and continued to run to get away from Alastor.

Sonya kept on running until she saw that she was by a cliff and a rapid river fill with logs. She knew that these were one of Hell’s rough rivers that was difficult to swim. But Sonya heard footsteps and saw that Alastor was still coming due to seeing the red light. Sonya took a deep breath and jumped into the river. Alastor came to a stop and saw a splash in the river.

Alastor - “Huh. The mysterious figure must have jumped. It was a fun chase but probably drowned. Oh well.”

He left and walked back into the forest. In the river, Sonya came out the water and use a log to swim back to shore. Then she was out of the forest panting and just kept on running until she got home.

The memory stops playing and Charlie and the others are shocked by this memory. Liz sighs and begins to unplug the orb from the TV.

Liz - *glum* “Now you see why?”

Charlie - *shocked* “I....I had no idea. *realized something* “But wait...J remember the time your parents said Sonya was asleep for 3 days, saying how Sonya was super exhausted from a hunting trip.”

Liz - *sighs* “No...She was actually in a 3 day trauma coma after what happened. I had to take care of her and help her recover while she was in the Mind House with me.”

Charlie looked shocked and horrified. She never realized the real reason her baby cousin's fear of Alastor was more than just rumors.

Vaggie - “But why didn't she just tell us?”

Liz - “Cause it's too risky. You know how gossip quickly spread. Demons, especially ones like Katie Bitchjoy ,will reveal the secret. If words get out what Sonya did, Alastor would find out, and Sonya would either end up dead, or his lunch, or whatever Alastor does to demons who spy or threaten him.”

Angel - “So why do you have this memory locked up? Can’t you destroy those pieces of shits?”

Charlie - “Angel is right! We gotta destroy these now!”

Charlie took the red orb and was about to smash it to the ground. But Liz quickly grabbed the orb.

Liz - *shocked* “Cuz are you fucking nuts?! We can’t do that either! If they are destroyed, Sonya would forget about it.”

Charlie - “Well that’s the point! It can actually help Sonya forget her fear of Alastor and actually talk to him and get to know him.”

Liz - *scoff* ”A-And then what?! What happens if Sonya tries to spy on Alastor again? What if this time she gets caught? Demons like Alastor don’t care about the ages. He can badly torture her, kill her and even hurt her for fun.”

Charlie eyes widen at this: her baby cousin being killed and hurt? Not only Sonya’s parents would be devastated, but Charlie would be as well. Sonya and Liz were their favorite cousins and best friends. She couldn’t imagine life in Hell without them. Charlie kept looking at the memory orb that was being held by Liz. She still had this feeling of wanting to destroy them.

Vaggie - *serious* “Charlie, as much as I sometimes can’t stand Liz…She’s right. This is way too risky and can do more harm than good.”

Angel - “Yeah doll face. You always tell us “mistakes are made for reasons” kind of shit. Ya thinking erasing this mistake would help the little squirt?”

Charlie - *sadly sighs* “You're right...Everybody makes mistakes and has to learn from them but not rush it…. I know Sonya will face her fears someday but now I know it’s not the time. I promise to keep you and Sonya safe from Alastor in case he finds out or tries to do something to you guys.”

Liz - *smiles* “Thanks Cuz.”

Liz then led them out the room and chained up the orb. Then she use her mind to chain the door again. The door was now boarded up, chain up with strong padlocks.

Angel - “So how do we get out of here?”

Liz - “Oh you guys should wake up right...Now!”

Confused, Charlie, Vaggie and Angel all started to have that same feeling when Sonya cast the spell. Then they all passed out and fell on the ground.

()()()()()()()()()

A few minutes later, they all wake up in Sonya’s room. Sonya was on her bed reading and noticed that her friends and cousin were awake.

Sonya - *uncomfortably* “Did you got everything you needed?”

Charlie - *sadly* “We did....”

With sadness in her eyes, Charlie hugged her cousin. Sonya was surprised because she didn’t expect a hug from Charlie. But Sonya hugged her cousin back.

Charlie - *tearfully* “Oh Sonya I'm so sorry. I never realize how much this traumatized you.”

Sonya - *sighs* “No no it's okay. I should've told you guys like you said.”

Charlie - “No, I shouldn't have pushed you into telling us. We should have just left it alone.”

Vaggie - “Yeah.”

Angel - “Even I thought that memory was brutal…”

Sonya - “Yeah. Now you see why I don't like being around Alastor. And how it’s not easy to talk about…”

Charlie - “Yeah…” *hugs her tightly*

Vaggie - “You don’t have to face him. We won't force you.”

Angel - “We'd never do that.”

Charlie - *takes a deep breath* “If you want, we can tell Alastor not to come anymore.”

Sonya - *surprsied* “Cousin Charlie, you can't do that. Once you think about it, Alastor is the reason you and the Hotel get more respect and demons are even willing to come to the hotel. Plus think what he can do if you refuse him.”

Vaggie - “Yeah Charlie. Alastor isn’t the type that would just pack his bag and leave.”

Charlie - “But he traumatized and nearly killed Sonya. I gotta protect her.”

Sonya - *serious* “Cousin Charlie listen to me: I know I’m afraid most likely to be forever afraid of Alastor but I don’t want you to do that. Despite Alastor being scary as fuck, he's the one that is helping the hotel. I also think he’s the one that actually likes and respects you because if he didn’t, he would have killed you. You and the others handle him well and even Liz. I don’t want to be the one responsible if Alastor does something just because you turn him away. Besides, he didn’t see my face when that happened and he does respect Liz. I’ll just have Liz come out whenever he comes by.”

Charlie - *uncertain* “Are you sure about this Sonya?”

Sonya - *nods* “Positive. I know fear is something you can rid of but this fear of Alastor I can’t cause I’m not ready yet. Plus you did say to your clients: “you learn from your mistakes.” Well, that mistake you guys saw I had to learn from. The lesson was never do big research on Alastor and you might have this fear forever but it’s just something you deal with.”

Angel - “Lessons was never for me. Drugs, sex and alcohol are for me.”

Vaggie - *annoyed* “You can’t even learn how to make your own bed.”

Angel - *offended* “Hey, I can make my bed! I just don’t want to.”

Charlie - *rolls her eyes* “Okay beside that, we understand now why you are afraid of Alastor, Sonya. We won’t be forced to conquer it.”

Sonya - *smiles* “Thank you guys. Just a heads up, it’s most likely I’m never going near that blood thirsty sociopath. I’ll just let Liz take over whenever he comes.”

Charlie - *smiles* “Alright. Sounds fair.”

Sonya - “Umm...What you guys wanna do now?”

Charlie - “How about a movie night?”

Sonya - “Okay that sound fun!”

Angel - “Ooh I’ll get the snacks!” *left the room*

Vaggie - *chasing after him* “It better not have any drugs!”

Sonya was about to leave to until Charlie put her hands on her shoulders and knelt down to Sonya’s height.

Charlie - “Hey. I just want to let you know you and Liz can always talk to me about these kind of things. You both know that you can trust me and help you guys in any way that I can. Beside, you don’t have to worry about Alastor if he ever find out about you. If he even tries to hurt you, he will regret it. I am the Princess of Hell after all, they don’t know the full powers that I have.”

Sonya - *smiling* “Thanks cousin Charlie.”

Charlie gave her baby cousin another hug. This time, Sonya hug Charlie back and sigh in relief. She admit that it felt good to technically tell somebody beside Liz the real truth. Now she knows she an definitely trust her cousin and friends to protect her from serious harm.

Hope you all like it!

#hazbin hotel #my fanfic #redo

[multi-fandom-imagine]

|| Kakashi Hatake as a Father Headcanons ||

A/n: just some cute fluff hc’s for one of my favorite Naruto men

Pregnancy/Birth/Newborn:

✨: Finds out you’re pregnant when he get’s from a mission. After being gone from you for so long he just wants to be back in your arms though he’s pretty sure he faints the moment you tell him, not one of his finest moments.

✨: Once he comes too the man can’t help but feel overjoyed.He never thought that he could / would ever have a family. With his past and all the blood he has on his hands he really couldn’t see himself with a loving wife and child.

✨: Keeps the pregnancy to himself, he’s not going to be one to tell the village. Though he’s not going to stop you from telling your loved ones.

✨: Will tell Rin, Obito and his father about your pregnancy.

✨:But it comes to know one’s surprise when Gai and the others come congratulating him about it.

✨: Is always by your side, low key doesn’t let anyone near you there not family. As you begin to grow he keeps his hand on your belly.

✨: Can’t keep his hands to himself when you start to show, is rather proud of himself.

✨: Spends hours on decorating the nursery, the man really goes all out.

✨: Teases you though knows not to take it far, he just loves to see you smile.

✨: Does his best to go out and grab the things you like / want / need. The man rather not get on the side of your temper. He knows that you’ll with hold sex and boy does he love sex with you.

✨: Never knew you had such a high libido but damn he can’t get enough of it. He really loves how needy you get.

✨: Really loves how much your breasts have grown though he’s not gonna admit that to you to anyone.

✨: Keep the picture of your sonogram in his wallet.

✨: Is on a mission when your water breaks, though he’s grateful for Gai taking you to the hospital he can’t help but feel a little bitter about not being the one to bring you.

✨: Nearly misses the birth and while tired and a bit ragged from his mission he is by your side holding your hand.

✨: Will cry when his child is born, the baby just looks so small in his hand. Just prays that he’ll be a good father.

✨: If the child is a boy, you will be naming him after Kakashi’s father.

✨: Will be the one to get up at night or any time of the day if you’re to tired. He loves hold his child, though he’d do without changing dirty diapers.

✨: Will spoil the ever loving shit out of his child, the baby will always cry the moment he/she leaves yours or Kakashi’s arms.

✨: Is a protective papa, will kill anyone that harms you or his child. You don’t want to loss him off.

✨: Rocks the baby to sleep, loves to read to his son/daughter.

✨: Takes his baby to meet his father, Rin and Obito. While he know the baby doesn’t understand it just makes him feel lighter knowing his loved ones are meeting his baby.

— 3 Year Old—

✨: did not think he’d be this tired but he know it’s worth it.

✨: Is constantly chasing after his son/daughter, you tease the shit out of him.

✨: The little one is always clinging to yours or Kakashi’s legs.

✨: You’re constantly taking pictures of the two though Kakashi will admit he does the same. The wall is littered with photos of your little family.

✨: Keeps a picture of you and his 3 year old in his wallet, it might be getting a little full from all the pictures he has.

✨: Is still pretty private with you and his child, he rather you both not be a target.

✨: Teaches when he can but would rather just be with you and his kid. { would probably end up teaching that the academy }

✨: would be more than happy to have / try for a other child. Jokes that his son/daughter would need a sibling.

#hc #hcs #naruto headcanons #headcanon #Headcanons #imagines #imagine #naruto imagines #Naruto imagine #naruto anime #anime x reader #anime x you #anime x y/n #kakashi hakate x reader #kakashi x reader #Kakashi x you #Kakashi x y/n #kakashi hakate #Kakashi hakate x you

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, MHA 290, Replies Part 2

1) “You say he tossed you aside and forgot about you, but we know they all think you died, they even have a memorial to you, hell Endeavor was praying at it, it didn’t seemed like he didn’t cared that much. Sure, that was after he started to regret his actions, but still.”- Reminder: At least half of this is him intentionally twisting the facts to suit his public narrative. What Endeavour actually felt or did at the time is still unknown, but everything Toya is saying about himself should be taken with a massive grain of salt. If there’s truth in what he’s saying, it’s only because he’d decided the truth would hurt more than a manipulative lie.

2) “no wait a second, isn’t Toya- Dabi- fuck it, Tobi supposed to be the oldest one? Also, if they had you as this “super hero project” then why did they had another kid?”-Toya is alone in the training room, not being mentored by Enji, and then says that he’d go on to complain/vent about it to his younger brother afterwards. This means he was choosing to train by himself, but running into the stumbling block of his natural incompatibility with his own fire powers, and saw it as him having been “abandoned” by his own father after he just wasn’t genetically perfect enough for him, choosing to put his focus on a younger child who’d have the perfect combination. It’s why he expresses camaraderie towards Natsu, another “failure”, but hatred and dehumanisation towards the “success” Shoto, who got everything Toya has literally been killing to possess just by being born. Whilst complicated, he does seem to have some vestiges of care towards his fellow “failures”, but either animosity or apathy towards his parents, and sheer loathing towards the one he saw as “stealing” his place to exist in the world.

3) “Oooooookay Tobi, glad to know that yeah you really were around when Shoto was born, but because you’re talking about how he was a “success” then this means that you were around when he got his quirk, which would be like, 3 to 4 years old if I recall correctly

and you decided that you’d kill the baby…

…

yeah okay I’m not that surprised by the Twice thing anymore.”- It’s unclear if he meant killing Shoto once he’d become a legitimate hero in the industry to spite his father’s dreams and ambitions, or if he always had the desire to kill Shoto just from the moment of his existence but never really acted on it. Either way, he’s always seen Shoto as his enemy to kill, not his family.

4) “Holy fuck okay seems like Dabi is off his fucking rockers right now.

Jesus.

Alright let us see where this is gonna go, but damn I already see this won’t end well.”- Toya’s always been mad as a hatter. He’s just very good at acting sane (Not that different from the rest of us, really ), and now the mask is off, he’s putting that acting skill to use in emphasizing his insanity and irredeemable nature.  He is his family’s shame, and the world will witness and remember him forevermore because of this.

(MHA ch 279) 5) “Toga please, look at his fucking arm, that thing was never okay to begin with.”- His arm, or his mind? Either one works really, this boy be nuts.

(MHA ch 244) 

6) “The wizard there was… weird, now that I think about it. He was really focused on taking down Endeavor, like the hero was to blame for everything wrong going on with society and only he knew it, but… it wasn’t clear what exactly triggered this. We know what Endeavor did wrong, but he wasn’t supposed to know that. I do wonder why he suddenly thought that Endeavor is the harbinger of their destruction, even though for society in general he is starting to surpass expectations.”- Turns out it’s because the prodigal son himself made him aware of the PLF’s plans and his own personal one to destroy Endeavour on a public scale, aware that Starservant was so unbelievable as a source of information that nobody would trust a thing he said, and that the old man’s only course of action was to try and remove Endeavour and get a new number one in his place, one which wouldn’t cause a societal loss of faith if his dark secrets were exposed and who was genuinely worthy of the position. all of which was only to help bolster Endeavour’s confidence in himself that he was doing the right thing before Dabi swooped in to take it all away and laugh in his face about it. 

(MHA ch 250)

7) “Oh thank god it wasn`t… It seems like it was merely a stalker obsessed with Endeavor, a rare thing to see to be honest, but oh lord why do I feel this character will do something creepy?”- Turns out, not so rare when the head stalker is creating proxy stalkers to prop his old man up so he can knock him down all the pegs, and the whole of hero society with him. (MHA ch 252) 8) “Ah, right, Ball-pondering wizard did try to take down endeavor, almost forgot about it- But I didn`t forgot about the fact he seemed… strangely aware of something… something dark, darker, yet darker…”- Calling back to his failed attack on Endeavour is a neat little narrative trick to tie these two, seemingly-unrelated villains together and help factor in the reveal that Dabi’s the one who’s been pulling their strings the whole time, making him the overarching villain of this mini-arc

(MHA ch 251) 9) “GODDAMMIT NOW I`M QUESTIONING IF TOYA DIDN`T DIED BECAUSE ENDEAVOR REFUSED TO KILL A VILLAIN IN THE PAST- HORIKOSHI CAN YOU FUCKING STOP I`M TRYING TO STAY LOYAL TO MY DABI THEORY”-Good for you for sticking to the correct theory, though it’s possible that Dabi intentionally nudged Ending into targeting one of his family members around Endeavour to grant his insane wish instead of just attacking the man himself and praying for an over-strong blow. For Toya, he’d know that would dig deep into the pain caused by his own ‘demise’, and such emotional anguish for Endeavour was reward enough for him to suggest it to the insane psycho.

10) “Not like Twice at least

Sorry Tobi, you continue your little dance there, although I doubt that Endeavor is even listening right now, he’s still too shocked.”- Toya does not wish to let the past pain fade and the wounds heal, because he never stopped festering in his own anguish over being rendered “irrelevant” for the purpose he was born for. And so, in his spite, he refuses to die or go quietly into the night, using his own family drama as a springboard to launch an attack on the very image of heroics themselves, all to spread the pain beyond even those he’s personally involved with. This isn’t about spreading a message, it’s about spreading suffering and hopelessness for all, in the darkest hour.

11) “holy crap okay yeahSeems like someone is having the best day of his life indeed”- He’s been waiting for this all along, trusting nobody with the truth, hiding everything about himself, all to twist the situation to his advantage, and now it’s finally paid off better than he ever could have imagined, all without relying on outside help. It’s not just his spiteful retaliation on “Dr Frankenstein”, it’s his success at doing this all solo, proving how competent he is in comparison to Shoto.

12) “Dabi is the oldest, and then there’s Fuyumi and Natsu, then Shoto. Dabi says that he was born because Endeavor wanted a super-mega-perfect hero to surpass All Might, but Tobi also said that during his time training there, which should be when he was at least 3-4, Natsu was already there, and he wasn’t a baby, if Tobi was going to him to cry. If endeavor had Tobi, why did he had another two kids? And he implied that he met Shoto and wanted to kill him, but if that was the case then shouldn’t Shoto at least recall his existence?”- At the very least, Shoto has vague memories of Toya from afar, watching him play with the others before getting dragged away to train. However, they never got closer than that, and afterwards, Toya apparently had his accident that disfigured him and lead to them assuming he was dead. By all accounts, Shoto seems to have never really been able to interact well with his family until Endeavour finally became the number one hero, by which point Toya had been “dead” for years. @thelreads

#my hero academia #bnha #chapter replies #thelreads #mha 290

[jjackrabbitt]

Miss Peregrines Museum of Wonders, Introduction:

This was going to be my usual 3 chapter length review, but it got long so you get just the introduction.

I swear, every time I think it’s gonna be the last book, Riggs comes up with an other one. This is far from a complaint, I want every little bit of anything I can get from these books. But this has happened three times now :/

Y’all are right. The little motifs in this book are fuckin ugly. Miss Peregrine would be much classier than this.

Also why’d they change her handwriting? We already have examples of her writing and uh. It’s not that.

Okay I swear that this whole thing is not going to be negative, we are going to have some fun here, but. I did the math and Alma is at least 58. What’s this bullshit with her picture showing her as 25-30 (?) years old.

Can we please please please have publications of Miss P’s other books next?? 🥺 I’ll never threaten to hit Riggs with a metal folding chair again 🥺

Okay back to complaining. Miss P would never have her silhouette done like that. She is a gentlewoman >:/

Today on Peculiars Are Jews: the book starts by informing the reader that they are being hunted and warning about how the Normal People will try to hurt you if they find out you’re different

Ooo faulty time loops 👀 what does that entail and how can I get in one?

Yet again, Peculiars Are Jews: “there was a time when all we had to worry about was being burned at the stake. It was a simpler world then.”

I would like to remind everyone that I am Jewish so I do get to make my fucked up little Jokes

Lovin’ these pink pages, they’re very fun

Hey so with the mention of the peculiar world spanning..well. The world. Do y’all think that other parts of the world (i.e. not europe or america) would rely so heavily on ymbrynnes? I genuinely want to know what other peculiar societies look like. We know that when Myron and Jack were building the Panloopticon they went outside of Europe and America and got loop dna from some pretty surprising places, so we know there are other loops and European peculiars have/had enough connection that the boys were capable of going there on friendly terms and gathering their samples. So there at very least was some connection to other places. That might have deteriorated with the introduction of hollows and wights roamin’ around and scaring everyone into staying in their loops. And we know that Noor was in fact born in Bombay and her parents were killed by a hollow, so we know that the wights reach extended outside of Europe/America. They had to get there somehow and it seems like it would be pretty hard to transport hollows by plane, so I’d guess they did a little loop hopping to get to baby Noor. Which would require a loop to be somewhere near Noor in the first place. Idk I just want to see places outside of Europe/America and know what the peculiar situation with them is.

This is probably the only book that’s like “Thank G-d no one believes in magic anymore”

Alsooo. Some of my opinions have changed since last time I shared my thoughts with you all and I am kinda critical of the ymbrynnes now. Not in a wight kinda way, because fuck those guys. And obviously this is fiction and also I’m not involved in any sort of peculiar society, so I can’t say what’s best, but who could, really?

That being said, Alma points out that many peculiars never meet an ymbrynne. And excuse me if this is wrong, but aren’t demi-ymbrynnes a little more common than full ymbrynnes? And I don’t believe this is ever directly addressed, but in the first three books there’s no mention of demi-ymbrynnes and it’s said that Miss Avocet’s Ymbrynne Academy trains ymbrynnes, specifically. Not demi-ymbrynnes. So uh. Would it not make more sense for the Ymbrynne Academy to train both demi-ymbrynnes and ymbrynnes and use the ymbrynnes to look for peculiar people and help relocate them and start loops and then leave demi-ymbrynnes in charge of running them? Not saying that full ymbrynnes wouldn’t be involved in running loops at all, but if they’re the ones who can find people and turn into birds and start loops and are more rare, why have them be focused on running one loop at a time? If anyone disagrees with this I would very much like to hear about it

Aaaand again with Peculiars Are Jews: “This is the book for them: the young [Jew] (or the old one) who’s never had the benefit of [a Rabbi’s/Jewish community’s] guidance; who is lonely and filled with questions.”

I know only one other Jewish person in this fandom so I’m pretty sure that most of the rest of you don’t get it when I say Peculiars Are Jews but I am right. It’s about the hidden culture! The questions! The alienation! The secret wonder! Randomly seeing an other person somewhere and just Knowing that they’re one of you! The Rituals! And yeah that does sound a lot like queerness too and Peculiars very much are queers. But they are also Jews and no one else is gonna talk about it.

Oooo fuck, the rest of the last paragraph for the introduction 😔 peculiars are queers and they are Jews and they are neurodivergent.

#mphfpc #unpopular mphfpc opinion hours #Miss Peregrines museum of wonders #mpmow #mpmow spoilers #also. just because I put a lot of Jew jokes in here I would like to clarify that this is okay to rb #and again I am Jewish so I’m allowed to make my jokes

[dulcewrites]

Oh yes yes! Arranged marriage then boom love! Kinda tiring with cheating😭 they would be too obsessed with the other to cheat because in their head, they are the only ones that can understand the other—Then Daella is born and their love reaches the peak because Daella is their girl, their light and they will kill for her 😍😭🥴

Awe yeah. Them both being a good place and genuinely wanting to make a child out of love.

BUT speaking of kids. Here’s the prenup (bc of course these coulple would have a prenup) talk pre marriage and killings

Take One for the Team

White was never your color. A bit too vulnerable and transparent for your liking. You’ve never felt more flayed out and bear than you did in your wedding dress.

“I think you look like a princess,” your niece was sitting crossed legged at her mother’s feet.

Your sister in law smiles and nods in agreement. You try to put a matching one on your face, but it falls flat. The private dressing room was sprawling and brightly lit; it swallowed whole with its grandiosity. You watch through the mirror as Sasha pull out an envelope from her bag.

“I know you don’t want to hear this, but we really need to go over the prenup,” she grimaces at the hallow look in your eye. You give a curt nod.

“Melina!”

Sasha calls out, and a girl who can’t be older than nineteen sticks her head in the room, eyes wide with worry.

“Come and take her,” she gestures to Charlotte. She scurrries into the room to pick up Charlotte, who waves bye at you.

“I thought the nanny’s name was Melissa,” you ask once they leave the room.

Sasha tilts her head to side while thinking. She shruggs nonchalantly, before rolling her eyes. “Well, she answers to Melina.” She takes off her suit jacket before flipping through the pages. “Ok, so we left off on the alimony you would receive if.. you know. If the marriage makes it to five years, you get 7 million. If you make it to 10, you get 15.”

She seems please with the negations she did, not you cared in the long run. At the end of the day, you’re getting married.

“Oh, I even got them to throw in an extra million for ever many kids Aemond and you have by the time of said separation,” she beams.

A frown sets into your face. “They really expects me to have kids with him?”

Sasha’s brows shoot up in surprise at your question. “Honey, he probably expects to have children with him. Have the two of not talked about this?”

Children was never a topic of conversation for the two of you. But then again, most topics are left untouched between Aemond and you. You remember the last dinner you had with him. You stared at his hands for lingering seconds; it just dawned on you he was left handed. You knew so little about him, and you were expected, no told, to accept that he was going to be your life partner.

“Look, at the end of the day, your children will be Targaryens. Which for some reason is very important them,” she sighs. “When in doubt, get nannies.”

Strangely, it wasn’t the baby part that made you hesistant. You like kids. Well, you like Charlotte, and thought baby Amelia was precious. But that also could chalked up to Sasha and your brother making cute kids. It was the having kids with him that scared you. Then you’d really be…. stuck.

“Things could be worse,” they also could be better you thought. “You’re gonna have a fabulous wedding, a gorgeous island honeymoon, and when you get back, a new position in the company.”

She holds out the papers expectantly. You turn from the mirror and stare down at them. A part of you wants to laugh; it took getting married and possibly having kids to move up in your own family’s company, for your father to take notice of the work you put in. The irony.

You lift your dress up, and step down from the podium. Grabbing the pen out of Sasha’s hand. You sign away your freedom on the dotted line.

Everything comes with a price.

#fmo aus #her Kendall/shiv slay hmmm

[mommy-daddy-issues-poll]

Since they didn’t make it, I’m gonna pour one out for my literary babies Baz Pitch and Elliot Schafer. I love them so much they’re just like me forreal

Baz Pitch

Baz has a complicated relationship with both his parents. His mother was one of the most powerful mages in her time, but she had a disdain for non-mages and other creatures. When Baz is a toddler, a band of vampires invade his nursery. His mother dies saving all of the children by lighting herself on fire and taking all of the vampires out with her. However, Baz got bit before that happened, becoming a vampire himself. He has a lot of love and respect for his mother, but always wonders if she would have let him live if she knew he was bit or would have killed him due to her hatred of them. After his mother dies, his father refuses to talk about her or about Baz being a vampire. There are no sharing of feelings there and their relationship is extremely strained. His father also doesn't like the fact that Baz is gay and refuses to talk about this also. Especially when Baz starts dating their family's mortal enemy. Basically it's v complicated

Elliot Schafer

"elliot’s mom left soon after elliot was born. his dad loved his mom, but he didn’t love elliot. he took care of elliot, in the way all dads are supposed to, but he didn’t care about elliot. when elliot once hurt himself, his dad picked him up and took him to the hospital and paid all the bills but he didn’t once ask if elliot was okay. one time, his dad walked in on elliot laughing and dancing with his boyfriend, and he’d been surprised: he didn’t know elliot could smile like that.

“what was mum like?”

“she was the first thing i saw when i walked into a room,” he said at last. “and once i see her, i never wanted to look anywhere else. she would speak, and whatever she said was brilliant and startling. she was like that, a constant bright surprise. she was always talking, always laughing, always dancing, and she was never what i expected. i was even surprised when she left.” he looked over at elliot, who was sitting with his hands clenched tight around his knees. “you’re not like her,” he added. “nobody will ever love you enough to stay.”

""do you know something else? if you'd loved me, i wouldn't stayed,"" said elliot. ""if you loved me, i would never have gone.""

""what do you want me to say?"" his father asked. ""i never felt it. i don't have it in me.""

""i don't want you to say anything. not anymore. i just wanted to say something.""

and elliot’s mom… she had red hair like him too, and she recognized him the very first time she saw him in the borderlands, and she didn’t say anything at all.

his mother shook her head. “why are you so eager for me to ask you questions?”

“because i want to know… if you care to know anything about me.”

“not really,” the medic said at last, with a shrug. “you’re no concern of mine.”"

#honourable mentions

[loganlostitall]

C, F, L for ask game.

A ship I have never liked and probably never will:

Oooh girl you trying to get me in trouble LOL. Every ship from my last post probably falls under this category as well, besides Rickyl and Desus because I genuinely don’t think I’ve been in this fandom long enough to say that those won’t be my favorite ships in a few years. I don’t think they’ll grow on me but I also said that Daryl would never grow on me, and the same with Negan, soooo I’m not going to make the mistake of using those words ever again LOL.

I can say for TWD though that Daryl Dixon x Leah Shaw, Negan Smith x Alpha, and.. whew… Bethyl aren’t ever gonna be something I like. You’re gonna get me killed here. But Beth Greene x Daryl Dixon is almost exactly the same age gap as Amanda and I were, and you were already my friend when that whole mess happened so I’m sure that comes as no surprise to you. (Amanda is my ex girlfriend?? who was 38 when I was 15, fun time 😀). And Daryl was I believe 41 while Beth was 18 so that’s quite literally the same number of years. 23. No ty. It doesn’t nauseate me because she’d be an adult but I do try to avoid reading it; my mutuals can talk about it though if they want for all I care. I do in fact believe that Beth had a crush on Daryl and just wouldn’t have pursued him, looked for those traits elsewhere.

Marvel forever dislikes: Tony Stark x Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff x Puerto Maximoff, Gamora x Nebula, Peter Parker x Morgan Stark (seriously, ew), Thanos x Loki Laufeyson, Odin Borrson x Loki Laufeyson, Odin Borrson x Thor Odinson, Odin Borrson x Hela Odindottir, Freyja Freyrdottir (Frigga) x Loki Laufeyson, May Parker-Jameson x Peter Parker, Norman Osborn x Peter Parker, Otto Octavius x Peter Parker, Skip Westcott x Peter Parker!!!!!!!!, Tony Stark x Sentient Armor, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Brunnhilde x Hela Odindottir, Thor Odinson x Carol Danvers, James Howlett x Anna Marie, if I listed them all I’d be here all night

DC forever dislikes: Alfred Pennyworth x Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne x Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Lucas Fox, Barbara Gordon, or any of Batman’s sidekicks (I think you get my point by now), Jack Napier x Harleen Quinzel, Jack Napier x Clark Kent, Hal Jordan x Arisia Rrab (she’s an entire child 😐), Dick Grayson x Catalina Flores (sexual assault), there are just so many more

Shameless forever dislikes: Fiona Gallagher x literally everyone she ever dated, Debbie Gallagher x all of her exes as well, Lip Gallagher x Mandy Milkovich (she rped him guys!!! don’t forget), Lip Gallagher x Karen Jackson, Karen Jackson x Frank Gallagher, Frank Gallagher x Sammi Slott (that’s your child dude…), Ian Gallagher x Kash Karib, Ian Gallagher x Caleb Daniels, Carl Gallagher x Kassidi Gallagher (typing that made me laugh 😭), Carl Gallagher x Dominique Winslow, Carl Gallagher x Tish (she rped him as well), Liam Gallagher x Sissy (MORE rpe), please just let my babies be happy and in love

Euphoria forever dislikes: Maddie Perez x Nate Jacobs, Rue Bennett x Jules Vaughn, Cal Jacobs x Nate Jacobs, Cal Jacobs x Jules Vaughn, Cassie Howard x Nate Jacobs, Rue Bennett x Nate Jacobs, Rue Bennett x Fezco O’Neill, Fezco O’Neill x Ashtray

What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

I am still a Marvel and DC fan, so it’s gotta be those. I’ve literally been a fan since I was born.

Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves.

Maggie Rhee does her absolute best for her son. I… don’t have much /pos commentary besides that 😭

#ask game #ships I don’t like #ships I will never like #tw grooming #the walking dead #marvel #dc comics #shameless #euphoria #my longest time in a fandom #compliment a character that isn’t a favorite #please don’t come for me