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#Get out of here with your 'he didn't love her' bs cause he was so scared here
tsukibarara · 2 years
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Toxic Traits
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Tw!: adultery, gambling, strong use of words,
CC: lucifer, mammon, levi, satan
A/n: this is really not of a hc, I just threw some rando bs here lmao
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Lucifer is just straight-up ignoring you, not even batting an eye. He just really finds you a nuisance and annoying.
You're the one who fell in love first and initiated the relationship with him by confessing. He just accepted it just because he felt it his duty to make your stay satisfying and comfortable at the Devildom.
You know for the fact that everything he does and everything he says is only for Diavolo's sake–so you're not surprised when he's just ignoring all your sweet gestures and tendencies, and him getting all rage when you do 'something stupid that could ruin Diavolo's image'.
You always visit him during the afternoon break time. But this time, you made an extra effort since you got into a fight with him in the morning, 'Just like being a good lover, what could possibly go wrong–right?' you think to yourself. You sighed at the thought that you could be just ignored once again like every other day, but as soon as you opened the door you felt like a bucket of cold water just splashed down onto your head.
At the table, Lucifer's getting comforted by a witch–wrapped by his arms, and tasting each other's lips.
You scoff a laugh seeing the terrible sight. "You wouldn't even touch me your papers, but now you let her sit on it while you taste her lips?" Lucifer got stunned when he saw you leaning at the door frame of his office, "Oh, forgive me, I didn't consider that you actually don't love me. I'm sorry I got blinded by my love for you." And with that, you stormed out of the room without waiting for their response.
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You never find Mammon in the house–If you do, he's just always sneaking and stealing things.
Even on your anniversaries, he's not on your side. He doesn't ponder that much about your relationship with him, he only thinks about himself we could say.
You may find him in the casino, or the streets–doing a part-time job or just simply selling some of your things. You never know where he spends all of the money he collects–some lavish things, some luxury he never needed, or to just simply pay off his debt that you know for a damn well that he never pays for, you really don't know. He never tells you this whole time you're tied with him.
Today is one of those said anniversaries. You're always worried about Mammon getting home late, but this time he's much later than usual.
Your ass can't stay in one place, you phase around your room, still not seeing your lover the whole day.
So you came to the idea of looking for him on the street night of the Devildom. Even if it's dangerous for a human like you, you still go out and look for him.
Not long after looking for him, you found him in his favorite casino–Drunk and passed out, mumbling repeatedly his winning.
This is it? Did you get worried over nothing?
You just sighed and tried not to let your tears fall.
"Mammon, that's enough. Let's go home." You tried to shake him awake.
"What?" He got a frown on his face, looking at you like you're a pest.
"I said let's go home.." your voice becomes shaky.
"Will ya' just leave me alone!? Tonight is my lucky night!" He raised his hand with a bottle in his grip.
"Come on, Mammon. You're drunk already.."
"Aya! I said leave me 'lone!" He shoved your hand which caused you to fall on your footing. "You always say do this, do that! Why can't ya' just understand me!? Stop stopping my fun, will ya'!?"
And with that, you snapped. Tears flowed down, you stood up. "We'll forgive me if I can't understand you? You never tell me anything regarding you. And I'm sorry for worrying about you."
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You usually hang out in Leviathan's room. But all the time you're there, he's just in front of his monitor.
You don't have a choice of asking to play with him so you can have bonding together.
"Do whatever you want, just don't be a burden to the team." You just nodded, smiling enthusiastically.
Leviathan made you play a support role since that's the easiest role he could give you.
The game starts, and you're getting dizzy with the withs and whats of the game. You're always dying and can't play properly since you're just new to it. Every time you get slayed, you can hear him hissed, curse when you let the low life escape, or you click his tongue when you get his buff.
As the opponent wiped your team out, he turned at you.
"How can you be so stupid? That's really the easiest character in this game and you still manage to be like that!?" He's fuming mad.
"Levi, it's my first time to pla-" You flinched when he threw his mouse down to the table.
"Tch. Even an infant can play that. You're just a noob."
You slammed the phone down to his table, shaking in anger as you looked at him "Then let that infant play with you." you then just left him stunned and unable to process what happened.
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Satan wouldn't let you touch his books, even just a teeny tiny bit of touch, in your whole stay in the Devildom, even if you're in a relationship with him.
He never clarified why, so you just assumed that he simply treasures his books a lot. And of course, you understand that.
When you hang out in his room, he's just buried in his book, reading quietly and not wanting to be disturbed.
He may think you're just a disturbance, but he didn't show any signs that you're one, but he didn't show any signs that you're welcome either.
You just come and go as you please.
Sometimes, you get lucky to have him read you a book and make him talk about it–even though it's boring, you're more than happy to listen.
One afternoon, you got snacks for you too. It's a nice day for you since today Satan promised he'll read a book for you.
As you enter his room, Satan is nowhere to be found.
You placed the tray of snacks on the table in his room. You jumped around, wandering inside his room, looking around and humming–you can't contain your excitement.
"Hmm, what book will Nyatan read to me?" You scroll to his books with your eyes, fingers to your mouth. You don't want to touch it having the thoughts that Satan may get mad.
"Ahh-" Books trampled on you, and you got buried with it. You pushed the books aside, your body hurting like you got crushed by a car. Luckily the whole shelf didn't fall on you.
"I told you not to touch the books!" The door flew open, there's Satan frowning down at you.
"I didn't-" you didn't finish what you're saying as Satan grabbed your arm, "Satan, that hurts-" you grunt in pain. Satan just threw you to his bed and started to pick up his book.
Satan just kept quiet, maintaining his wrath on him.
"I didn't touch it, really.." fidgeting with your fingers, tears forming in your eyes. "I swear.."
"Can you just please shut up?"
Tears streamed down, you just remained to look at your hands.
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theelast-straw · 3 months
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10 BL Characters I Would Hit With My Car
big thank you to @buddhamethods for starting this. I thought it sounded like a fun idea and just had to participate because I have Opinions™ :)
I am hitting some of these characters with only the best intentions and some of them out of pure spite
1) Shin (Bake Me Please)
if you've seen me post about this show or if you've seen it yourself, you know exactly why this guy is on here and also why he's the main reason why I just had to join in on this trend
square up, Shin, I'm hitting you with my car for all that bs and also to help with your character development a little <3
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(I didn't find a fitting gif so have a pic as a great summary for why he's on here instead)
2) Way (Pit Babe)
listen I love him. after all if evil why pretty? but he's also a b*tch and he deserves to get hit by a car a little. as a treat. he's my pathetic little meow meow and I love to see him suffer (affectionate) <3
I'm also doing this as a public service so that Babe and Charlie can stay in their weird mama & papa boyfriends era without Way pulling his mind fuckery tricks on Babe
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3) Kim (Kinnporsche)
hitting him with my car very lovingly simply bc he made Chay sad and we can't have that. maybe a little car accident can get him to actually admit that he's head over heels in love.
(and also because this man is way too pretty and I need to confirm that he's actually human)
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4) Top (Only Friends)
listen. I believe that all of the Only Friends characters deserve to get hit by a car a little. all of them. but this man dared to say that he was serious and then went ahead and slept with someone else so. there's that.
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5) Xue Yang (The Untamed/MDZS)
the most evil fucker for absolutely no reason. completely irredeemable. has the world's worst reason for being evil. I love him so much.
this guy is so fucked up that he managed to spend 3 years being all domestic with his nemesis only to realize that he actually developed feelings for him after he had already caused his death
there is absolutely no way to fix him but I'm still hitting him with my car for the amount of emotional damage he caused me with those god damn pieces of candy
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6) Akk (The Eclipse)
I love him to bits and that is exactly why I'm knocking him tf out. very lovingly and rather softly but enough to give him some time off. because he deserves a break from all of the absolutely godawful authority figures in his life and what they're putting him through
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7) August (Last Twilight)
this fucking b*tch.
I don't think I need to explain why I'm coming at him full speed. this is an act of public service, your honor, I'm doing nothing wrong.
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8) Phee (Dead Friend Forever)
okay I know we've only had him for one single episode but this man is already stressing me out with the way he just threw away his cigarette bud in the middle of a god damn forest. sir what are you doing.
I'm only preserving the environment by hitting him with my car and getting him out of that forest, really
(also I can't pinpoint why but this guy is sus af and I don't trust him)
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(the scene of crime, your honor)
9) Sprite & Zee's mom (Twins)
after @buddhamethods already took care of Zee (thank you for your service), I am volunteering to take out their mom. this woman needs the world's biggest wake-up call and since her own damn son ending up in a hospital didn't seem to do the trick, maybe herself ending up there will help
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10) GramBlack double feature (Not Me)
the absolute audacity of these men to not be in love? after all of that?? I'm hitting them with my car because maybe ending up in hospital beds next to each other will finally get someone to admit that that G did not stand for Eugene what the actual fuck
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(listen there are barely any scenes with actual Black and Gram together I'm working with the smallest of crumbs here bear with me)
tagging all of my moots. all of you. if you consider me your mutual, consider yourself tagged.
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hangmansgbaby · 1 year
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Meet the Family | 2
Summary: Bradley is nervous about bringing y/n home for the holidays. Not because of his family but because her twin brother, Hangman, is tagging along and he's not sure if this was a good idea anymore. Especially with the big plans he already has.
Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x reader, Jake Seresin x TwinSister!Reader
Warnings: angst(?), death, I had feels while writing this so all the feels???
Note: this takes place in a universe where Goose got nothing more than a serious concussion from the accident.
Word count: 6.3k
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"Jake! Lets go!" Y/n shouts into her shared apartment with her brother.
"Why do I have to come with? Couldn't I just go ahead to mom's and you can meet me there, without the chicken?" Jake groans, trudging down the stairs.
"No because Carole invited you and you already agreed." Y/n sighs, her car keys jingle as she drops her hands to her sides. "And can you please play nice with Bradley this weekend? I really don't want to drag any of y'alls bs arguments to mama's next week."
"Explain to me why were not spending Christmas on the ranch?" Jake asks, grabbing his Stetson hat from its hook.
"Cause Bradley came with us to Mama's for thanksgiving. You're the one who agreed to coming to the Bradshaw's for Christmas before heading down south for new years." Y/n's southern accent lays out stronger as she straightens her own stetson. "If we don't leave now Carole is gonna be pissed that were late. You do not want to be on her bad side."
"Ahhhhh there she is!" Carole screams running out to meet y/n and Jake outside.
"Hi Carole." Y/n laughs as her boyfriend's mom hugs her tightly.
"Jake, I'm so glad you could join us."
"Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Bradshaw." Jake smiles, tipping his hat.
"Please, call me Carole. Well come on in, I'm just finishing up dinner, the boys should be out back."
"Carole! You didn't have to cook all of this! You would've helped if you had called me."
"Nonsense! Besides Penny came to help." Carole says, leading them into the house. "Jake, would you like a beer?" Carole asks, pouring a glass of wine for y/n, as she always does when she comes over.
"Please, if you don't mind."
"Here you are Hangman." Penny says as she sets the bottle on the counter in front of him.
"Thanks Pen."
"Hey, theres my girl!" Y/n turns around to see Bradley walking inside, his father and uncle following behind him.
"Hey darling." Y/n kisses Bradley. "Did you have fun yesterday?"
Bradley had gone golfing with his father and Maverick, their yearly day before Christmas eve tradition when everyone was around.
"I did, I missed you though." Bradley chuckles, pulling y/n into a deeper kiss only being interrupted by Jake coughing loudly.
"Look I get it, everyone is in love and stuff but I'm alone here so can we dial it back just a smidge?"
"Hey Bagman, you really think we'd leave you hanging?" Bradley laughs at his own sentence which makes Jake groan.
"Yea, why don't you go see your early Christmas present thats in the living room." Y/n smiles as Jake side eyes everyone as he walks past them.
Walking into the thoroughly decorated living room, he spots a singular box neatly wrapped under the tree. Jake cocks a brow at his sister who nods her head quickly, insisting on him opening it. Pulling off the wrapping there is nothing but a singular paper placed in the bottom on the box.
"Turn around :)"
Jake reads the paper and speaks as he turns. Standing behind him is non other than Charlotte James.
"Lottie?"
"Hey there stud." She smiles as Jake pulls her into a hug, lifting her off the ground.
"What are you doing here?"
"You seriously expected us to subject you to a house full of couples for 3 days and not bring Lottie out here for you?" Y/n chuckles.
"Besides, why wouldn't I want to spend Christmas with my favorite aviator?" Lottie laughs out as Jake pulls her into a kiss.
"Hey!" Y/n protests. "You met me first!"
"I love you too y/n/n." Lottie smiles at y/n, her arms still wrapped around Jake's neck, his around her waist.
"Oh just kiss already!" Carole cheers.
Jake laughs as he pulls Lottie back, firmly kissing her and everyone cheers.
"Alright y'all! Dinner is ready!"
"My love." Bradley bows, pulling out y/n's chair. She giggles as she sits down, placing a kiss on his cheek.
"So Lieutenant Seresin how was your test flight this morning?" Goose asks, looking towards Jake you was sat on the opposite side of Carole's seat.
"It went really well, Vice Admiral Bradshaw. I think were gonna hit our goal earlier than expected." Jake answers as Carole and Penny place the different dishes on the table.
"Hey, no work talk! This is a family holiday!" Carole states before turn around to grab the last of the food.
"I'm sorry honey." Goose apologizes. "So Y/n, how was the trip to Texas?"
"It was okay Mr. Bradshaw. Just the usual family holiday drama, but I think we still managed to have a good time. Right boys?" Bradley shakes his head in agreement but Jake stays quiet. "Jake?" Y/n looks across to her twin brother to see him staring at Lottie, who was having a conversation with Maverick. "Jacob!"
"Will you be my girlfriend?!"
Everyone freezes where they're at, Lottie slowly turning around, wide eyed at Jake.
"What?"
"I'm sorry but I couldn't hold it back anymore. I'm in love with you Lottie and I'm sorry it took me so long to say anything but I want to be with you. I don't want to keep having week long flings for the rest of our lives. So Charlotte Amelia James, will you officially be my girlfriend?"
"Yes!" Lottie shouts without any thinking. "Yes, yes yes!"
"Oh this is exciting!" Carole cheers sitting down at the table. "Goose and I are celebrating 40 years! Mav and Penny are getting married in a few months! Jake and Lottie are clearly overdue but finally together! And Bradley and y/n are still so madly in love!" She rattles off as Goose cuts the turkey. "Oh what could make this Christmas any better?!" She cheers.
"Well..." Bradley mumbles.
"Did you say something dear?"
"What? Oh nothing Mom, just clearing my throat."
"Okay," she holds a questioning look before turning to everyone else. "Lets eat!"
"Your mom's cooking is the best." Y/n sighs walking along the beach in Goose and Carole's backyard.
"Yea, its always the best part of being home." Bradley sighs, leading her along their walk.
"Darling?" Y/n pulls him to a stop, turning him to look at her. "Is everything alright?"
"Yea, I'm sorry baby, I'm just feeling a little exhausted." Bradley covers. In reality, he's just super anxious. He has everything planned out perfectly.
Carole's Christmas tradition is that stockings are the last opened in order of oldest to youngest. Perfect for Bradley, by a 5 minute difference, y/n was the youngest of everyone present since Penny's daughter Amelia ended up going to her dad's for the holidays. Buried at the bottom of y/n's stocking was a small velvet ring box, nestled inside is her grandmother's ring.
But Bradley was nervous about popping the question in front of everyone. He loves his family, and he loves her but what he wasn't sure about was if this is what she wanted too.
"Why don't we go back to the house and go to bed? From your descriptions of Christmas day, were going to need our rest." She laughs, pulling Bradley back towards the house.
"Yea... yea lets do that." He stumbles over he words, mindlessly following his girlfriend through the cool night.
"Good morning everyone!" Carole's excitement radiates through the living room where everyone sits, sleepily waiting for her. Y/n leans against the couch sitting on the floor with Bradley sitting right behind her on the couch, a cup of coffee rested in both if their hands. Jake and Lottie are cuddling on the couch next to Bradley. Pete and Penny are seated on the loveseat and Goose is perched in his recliner near the Christmas tree that is now surrounded with presents. "Merry Christmas." She kisses Goose and sits on the arm of his recliner.
"Merry Christmas, honey."
"Bradley, Jake, why don't you two hand out the presents?" Carole suggests.
"Sure mom." Bradley smiles, pressing a kiss to y/n's temple as he sets his coffee down, stepping over her to make his way to the tree.
It takes about 10 minutes for Bradley and Jake to distribute all the gifts accumulated by the 8 of them and by the looks of it, Carole went a little overboard with Jake, Lottie, Y/n and Bradley's gifts, their stacks being taller than anyone else. Y/n slides down to sit in the middle of the floor with Bradley, leaving Jake and Lottie with the couch.
"Alright kids, go for it." Carole claps as they all reach for their first gift, one at a tine reading who its from.
"Okay mine is from Penny!" Y/n smiles pulling the wrapping off to show off the y/n's favorite liquor resting inside the box. "Penny! Where did you get this?"
"I put in a special order just for you, I even have a few bottles on hand at the Hard Deck now." Penny smiles
"I love you so much right now!" Y/n sets the bottle to the side and starts tackling the mound of presents all from Carole.
"Alright. This one's from Mav." Bradley says, tearing the wrapping off he pulls out a pair of ray-ban aviator glasses the same time Y/n and Jake pull out theirs.
"No way, Mav, this is too much." Jake protests.
"Yea, Mav we can't accept these." Y/n pipes in.
"Yes you can!" Pete retorts. "Its actually from Goose, Ice, and Me. We got tired of watching y'all bust your cheep ones every other day."
"Thanks guys, I appreciate it." Bradley nods, setting them back in the box. Y/n and Jake mutter their thank you's, setting them to the side.
Lottie had opened a few gifts that y/n had helped Carole pick out. She even had a few from y/n and Bradley mixed in.
"Okay, Jake why don't you open that one." Y/n smiles. "And B that one right there is from me."
Jake opens his to find a personalized belt buckle with his call sign on it. "Holy shit y/n! How'd you know I was looking at something like this?"
"Coyote showed me. I had been freaking out trying to find you gift he decided to help me out." Y/n turns back to Bradley who opened his. Inside was a brand new watch.
"Baby..."
"Try it on! You had been complaining that yours was bugging out so I took the liberty of getting you a new one." Bradley places the clearly expensive watch on his wrist and smiles at y/n.
"I love you." He pulls y/n into kiss.
"I love you too but thats not your only surprise. Last one requires the bedroom." She whispers in his ear before pulling back to see his wide eyes.
Slowly all the presents dwindled down and Carole stood handing out the stockings.
"Alright Pete, you first."
"Wait Mav's actually the oldest here?" Jake laughs out.
"Thanks Carole." Pete grins ignoring the remarks from the younger pilots in the room.
"I guess old man was the perfect nickname." Y/n busts out laughing.
"Hey! Theres only like 16 days between me and Goose alright?" All of them laugh as he digs through the stocking, thanking Carole at the end as she hands Goose his. Stockings were always a practical gift that Carole did for everyone. Basic necessities that they would need on base or on deployments, plus a few treats so they always moved pretty quickly.
Bradley's hands were shacking as he flicked through his stocking. There were 2 people left before he would be on one knee in front of y/n, her brother, her best friend and his whole family.
"Bradley, dear are you okay?"
Shit, he thinks, mom's noticed now.
"Yea mom, I'm okay."
"You sure, darling? You want some water?" Y/n scoots over to sit directly next to him, rubbing his back.
"I'm okay, baby. Really." He musters a small smile which only slightly puts her mind at ease.
Lottie and Jake both opened theirs and it was finally time for y/n to open her's.
Bradley takes a deep breath when he sees her reach the bottom of the stocking.
"What is... Carole?" Carole just shrugs as y/n opens the small box when suddenly Bradley stands up, making her pause at the sudden movement. "Bradley?" She questions as he puts his hand out, she takes it and he pulls her up to stand.
"Y/n, baby, I love you."
"I love you too." She smiles as he takes the box from her.
"For the last year, I have gone in and out if every jewelry store in ever area I was stationed. Nothing ever seemed perfect enough to go to this perfect girl standing before me. I've been in love with you since that first day I saw you put Hangman in his place, all those years ago at the Academy and I fall more in love with you every single day." Bradley rambles out. "You are the perfect girl and you deserve the perfect ring. And when we were in Texas, the perfect ring was literally just handed to me." He pops open the box, getting down on one knee, y/n gasps at the sight of her grandmother's ring. "5 years 9 months and 8 days we've been together and I don't want that clock to stop ticking. I want to love you forever. So, y/n m/n "y/c/s" Seresin, will you marry me?"
Y/n glances over at everyone in the room. Her eyes resting on her brother, who, with tears in his eyes, nodded, giving his approval to his sister. She smiles, turning back to Bradley. "Yes. God, a million times yes!" Bradley slips the ring on her finger, standing and pulling her into a deep kiss as everyone cheers.
"I love you future Mrs. Bradshaw." He mumbles into the kiss.
"I love you Mr. Bradshaw."
Y/n paced back and forth in the small room. The last 11 months had led her to this one day. Her wedding day. The day she became Mrs. Y/n Seresin-Bradshaw. But as of right now, the pre-wedding jitters were really getting to her.
"Y/n, come on. You gotta take a deep breath." Cass says from the couch y/n's bridesmaids sat at. Cass, Lottie, Phoenix, and Amelia are all seated watching y/n's movements.
"She's gonna wear a hole in the floor." Amelia mutters.
"Lottie, where's Jake?" Cass asks.
"I don't know, I haven't see any of the boys."
"None of them?!" Y/n stops in her tracks. "You haven't see any of the boys?"
"I'm sure they're here. In fact, Amelia and I are going to make sure." Lottie comforts before dragging Amelia out of the room.
"Oh god! What if he got cold feet? What if he changed his mind?" Y/n starts pacing again. "What if he decided I wasn't what he wanted anymore?"
"Oh knock it off y/n. Rooster loves you! He's not going to leave you at the alter." Phoenix says.
"But..."
"No, no more. You need to calm down of you are going to send your self into a panic attack." Cass forces y/n to sit in a chair.
"Hey, y'all ready?" Jake questions walking in. "We gotta... holy shit." He pauses at the sight of his sister. Her white dress flowing perfectly, hair curled into the perfect half up half down hairstyle, her veil pinned delicately into her hair. "Wow sis, you look... you look amazing." He chokes out.
"Oh Jake, please don't cry. You're gonna make me cry." Y/n smiles, walking over to her brother.
"I'm sorry. I just... I can't believe you're about to get married." Jake wipes his eyes.
"He is here, right? I'm not about to walk out to a shit show."
"Oh he's out there and I'm gonna make sure someone gets Rooster crying like a baby when he sees you." Jake days making y/n laugh. "There's that smile."
"Thank you, Jake. For everything."
"Yea yea. Come on, lets get you married."
The instrumental version of "Bless the Broken Road" by Rascal Flatts echos around the open area as one by one the the wedding party walks in. Because there were no young kids in their family, they had to settle for their friends being everything. Payback and Fanboy took seriously to being ring security, Amelia the flower girl. Tyler and Lottie walk together first. Followed by Nat and Coyote. Last were the Maid of Honor and Best Man, Cass and Bob. Finally with a swell in the music Y/n appeared in Bradley's eyesight, crying at the sight of the love of his life.
Her dress flowed perfectly around her, leaving plenty to Bradley's imagination. He spots Jake's smug grin, knowing he had a bet over him crying. After what felt like an eternity to them, Jake and y/n finally reach the end of the aisle.
"Take care of her, or I'll be your worst nightmare." Jake threatens, still smiling.
"I will, man. Thank you." Bradley slaps his shoulder before turning to y/n, their hands interlocked as the officiant, who just so happened to be Maverick, speaks.
If you had asked either one what was being said, they wouldn't be able to answer. Too lost in each others eyes, only straying from each other's gaze at the sound of laughter.
"Bradley, your vows?"
"Oh right." He stumbles a but searching his pockets. "I uhh... okay, I guess I'm gonna wing it." He whispers, causing y/n to laugh. "Y/n, y/c/s, I love you. You never cease to amaze me on a daily and make me fall more in love with you everyday. You are incredible, creative, loving, fun, and one of a kind. You are probably one of the best pilots I have ever met, no offense to everyone in this room." Everyone laughs, 25% of the room being Naval Aviators as well. "You are everything I could have ever wanted in a friend, a girlfriend, and now a wife. You are everything to me and always will be."
Y/n takes a deep breath. "Bradley, darling, my Rooster. You are something else." Everyone laughs as he lets out an exasperated sigh. "You stress me out when your in the air, when he make snarky comments at my brother, and even you stand up to superior officers. But I wouldn't trade you for anything or anyone in the world. You've taught me how to be peaceful amidst my chaotic life. You've been a dream as a friend and boyfriend and I cannot wait to see what more you could possibly do for me as a husband."
"May we have the rings?" Payback brings the bands up to them and both take the opposites band. Repeating what Pete recites, they each place the band on their ring fingers.
"By the power vested in me, by the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Bradley, you may now kiss the bride."
"Don't have to tell me twice." Bradley pulls y/n close by her hips and turns her into a dip, planting a firm kiss to her lips.
"I love you, Mr. Bradshaw." She mumbles into the kiss.
"I love you, Mrs. Seresin-Bradshaw." He pulls her back up, planting another kiss. "Even if you did hyphenate your name." Y/n laughs at Bradley's comeback.
"If everyone could please direct their attention to the dance floor, it is now time for the newlyweds first dance."
"Speechless" by Dan & Shay begins playing through the speakers. Y/n had slowly gotten into Bradley into country music and he had even insisted on this song for their first dance, claiming it as one of their songs. They danced together like there was no one in the room, loving every moment. When the song ended, they made their way to the head table sitting in the middle of their wedding party.
"Can I have everyone's attention please." Bradley says, standing with a microphone. "On behalf of y/n and myself, I'd like to thank everyone for joining us today. It means the world to us that so many people care about us and were able to join us in celebrating this special day. Each and every person in this room has played a special part in our relationship, whether is was as a supportive friend, parents who convinced one, mainly me, to go after the other, or banned us from dating which only drove us together." Bradley says, looking directly at Jake. "We love each and everyone if you and are so thankful you are here today."
Dinner was served shortly after and soon began the wedding party speeches.
"Hey everyone, I'm Cass, y/n's childhood best friend. I remember the day she called me about Bradley. It was her freshman year at the Academy and her words were, and I quote, 'there is this really hot junior who is like the best at everything!' She gushed about him every time we talked and you could tell from day one she was in love." Y/n's face was flushed red as she hit her face. "Well Y/n, I told you then and I 'll tell you now, he really really, likes you back. To the happy couple." She cheers as every claps.
Bob is the next up, being the best man and all. "Hey everyone, I'm Bob. I met y/n and rooster during a detachment a year and a half ago. You could tell every time they looked at each other that they were in love. Just the way their eyes brightened whenever the other walked into a room. I didn't have the please of seeing their relationship grew from the beginning but I'm glad I get to see them through the beginning of their marriage and whatever comes next for them. To Bradley and y/n."
"Alright, time for best speech everyone, so kick back, relax, and be prepared with tissues." Jake says, taking the microphone from Bob. "I am the older and better looking twin, Jake. I remember growing up y/n always talked about finding her prince charming, he'd be tall, handsome, treat her right, and love her unconditionally. I told her she was delusional, that no guy could be all 4. Well y/n, you did it, you found your prince charming and I am so happy for you." Y/n smiles, tears welling up in her eyes. "Rooster, you are many things, and I could go on and list them, but right now the only thing that matters is that you're the one for my sister and I couldn't ask for anyone better to be with my sister." He toasts to them before making his way to his table, stopping to plant a kiss on his sister's temple. "Love ya sis."
"I love you too." She smiles as a few tears escape, holding her brother in a hug.
"Alright, time for the parents dances, starting with the bride. Joining her in the dance floor will be her brother."
"Brother" by Kodaline plays as Jake leads y/n to the dance floor.
"Thank you, Jakes."
"For what?" He asks, twirling her.
"Everything." She smiles. "Being there when Dad wasn't."
"Hey, I'm always going to be there for you." Jake holds his sister close, in a hug as the song ends.
Bradley leads his mother to the dance floor. "You'll be in my Heart" from Tarzan plays as they dance. Y/n looks on from the table, smiling at the sweet moment between mother and son. She could tell Carole was singing to words to Bradley, just as she did when he was growing up.
Moments after the end if their song, y/n finds herself sat in a chair in the middle of the room. "Danger zone" booming through the speakers and Bradley comes strolling up with his aviators and his green flight suit on, all of his groomsmen and friends standing behind him, aviators on too.
Y/n laughs as Bradley tries to mimic a flight pattern, dropping to his knees in front of his wife. He smiles, pulling his aviators off to hang on the collar of his under shirt before running his hands down y/n's legs over over her dress until he reaches the hem.
He reaches under the skirt, resting his on her ankles, sliding up her legs, she he reaches her knees, he lifts the skirt over his head. His hands slide further up her legs, resting at the tip of her thighs. He plants small open moth kisses on her legs, leading to the garter. He smiles at the delicate lace, pinching the fabric between his teeth. He pulls the grater down her leg and over her foot, all of the men gathered behind Bradley cheering as he re surfaces from her dress. He stands, pulling the small fabric from his mouth, he plants kiss before turning back to his friends, launching the garter into the hair. The boys push each other around until finally someone gets a hold of it. Jake stands from the crowd, garter in hand, smiling. He looks over at Lotte who stands with y/n's bouquet in her hands, having caught it just before the garter toss. Bradley and y/n laugh as Jake's face pales, trying to shive the garter into someone else's hand.
3 years later
y/n sits on the porch swing. She gazes out on the front yard watching 2 year old Nicolas Bradley chase his nearly 1 year old twin siblings Jacob Dean and Carole Marie. She laughs as the twins scream, laughing at their older brother.
Bradley and Jake got sent out for deployment 6 months ago with no guarantee of when they will be home. So while the boys got to bod being bunked together on a boat, Lottie had taken up residence in Y/n and Bradley's guest bedroom to help y/n with the twins. Y/n pulling back from flights was overlooked for the deployment, thankfully. She stepped into an instructor role at Top Gun a month before they decided to start trying for Nick, allowing her to be home more with the kids.
"Y/n! Pizza should be here any minute!" Lottie calls through the open door.
"Alright kids! Time to come inside!" Y/n calls out, standing from the swing.
"But mama!"
"No buts! Time to get cleaned up for dinner before daddy and uncle Jake call us." That perks up Nick's attention. Nick sprints up to the door. This deployment was harder on their eldest son, who had just turned 2 right before they left, the twins only 5 months at the time. "Jace! Carrie! Come on loves!" They crawl their way up the steps of the porch, standing and slowing walking into the house. They took their first steps just over a month ago and have started babbling sentences since the deployment.
Y/n softly smiles every time the twins experience a first, making sure to record every moment and emailing them to Bradley. He's always so excited when he talks to the kids, trying to get the twins to show off their new skills live. He never says it but she can tell it pains him to miss these moments.
Hours pass and theres no word from Bradley or Jake. Its not long before its 45 minutes past the kids bed times and Nick's begging to stay up longer, hoping for the call.
"I'm sorry loves. How about I call Grandpa Goose in the morning and see if you guys can have another sleepover?" Nick perks up at the thought, sprinting to his room. Lottie and Y/n lift the sleepy twins, carrying them to their shared room. Y/n walks across the hall first, tucking Nick into bed. "Good night." She kisses his forehead head as he mumbles in his sleep.
"I'm sorry they didn't call." Lottie says, both closing the children's doors at the same time.
"Probably just didn't get service in time." Y/n brushes her anxiety off. Bradley never missed a chance to call. And the one time he does? The thoughts don't settle well in her.
True to her word, she called Goose and Carole asking them to watch a kids for the weekend, which they gladly accepted, always loving a chance to be with their grandkids.
Y/n paced the living room after the kids left. Still not a word from Bradley, or Jake. Even Goose hadn't heard from his son or Mav.
"Y/n you're going to pace a hole into the floor."
"What if something's wrong? What if something happened? If Admiral cant get answers, it can't be a good thing." Y/n says.
"I'm sure everything is fine. Can you sit down please?" Y/n sighs, sitting in the armchair to the left of the couch, Bradley's chair. Lottie tries to distract her with a movie but y/n just stares at the door, her phone clutched in her hand, and the pillow from the chair being hugged by her. It feels as if hours have passed but it's only been minutes for y/n. Her mind races over every possibility. She had been feeling off since yesterday, like her sixth sense had just been going off and she didn't like it.
Her thoughts are cut off by the doorbell ringing and she freezes, making no movement to go answer the door as Lottie pauses the movie walking over to answer the door.
"Good afternoon Miss James." Y/n hears the familiar voices but their tones keep her from running over.
"Is Lieutenant Commander Seresin-Bradshaw home?" The other voice asks, neither being the voice of her husband or brother.
"Y/n," Lottie mutters out, stepping away from the door. Y/n slowly rises, walking towards the door.
"Please confirm your identity." Mav states, following standard protocol when y/n, opens the door fully. Maverick and Phoenix stand in her doorway in their service dress uniforms.
"Lieutenant Commander Y/n Seresin-Bradshaw."
"Lieutenant Commander, this is Lieutenant Trace, and I am Captain Mitchell-"
"I know who you are, Captain." She interrupts, remaining respectful despite the circumstances. "Just say it."
"On behalf of Fleet Commander Admiral Beau Simpson and the department of the Navy, we regret to inform you that Lieutenant Commander Jacob Seresin was killed in action on the first of October 2024. The Navy extends their deepest condolences to you and your family."
Y/n doesn't move, staring blankly at Mav. She can hear Lottie's gasps at the news, knowing that her best friend is breaking down behind her but y/n couldn't move. Her brother, her twin brother, her best friend above Lottie, was gone. But she can't focus on it for long.
"And... and Brad-"
"I'm right here, baby." Bradley comes barreling through, not able to stand back anymore. He pulls y/n into a hug as she finally lets all of her emotions out. Her cries fall through like screams just as they had 4 years ago on the look out. The couple drops to the ground as y/n's knee's give out, Bradley's own injuries making it difficult to hold her up but his embrace never loosens as she cries. "It's okay baby. I'm right here. Let it all out."
They didn't move for at least 30 minutes as y/n cried. Phoenix had come in and was comforting Lottie.
Lottie. Y/n had completely spaced on her best friend. Her brother's girlfriend who was definitely hurting just as much as she was. She quickly got up, walking over to over to the couch where Phoenix had placed Lottie. Bradley had given a curious look at y/n's suddenly calm demeanor moving to sit in his chair.
"Lottie." Y/n mumbles as she sits on the coffee table in front of her. Lottie had long since stopped crying, just staring blankly at her hands in her lap.
"He's gone," is all she says. "He's really gone."
"I know."
"You know we talked about getting married. Right before he left." Y/n's eyes drop. She did know, she had the ring hidden in her desk drawer upstairs. "He said when he came home, the first thing he was doing was proposing. And now," she sniffs, the tears slowly coming back. "Now we'll never get that."
"B, what happened?" Y/n looks over at her husband. He refuses to meet her gaze. How do you tell your wife, that her brother is dead, giving up his future with the love of his life, because he was saving her husband's life?
"He uh-" Bradley feels like his head is going to explode. His entire body hurts, his injuries are aching and his head is pounding. "We were in the middle of a dog fight. I hadn't seen the incoming missile and he came from above and-" he pauses, every feeling he had been avoiding come bubbling up. "He saved my life using the last round of flares he had. He barely the second missile coming his way." Bradley get quiet the more he talks, tears welling in his eyes.
Phoenix notices and takes over. "He ejected just in time but he hit his head on the canopy."
Y/n gasps looking over at her husband. She heard the stories about Goose's accident and couldn't believe Bradley was holding up so well before, knowing that they lost Jake the way they almost lost his father 40 years ago.
"Darling..."
"Its all my fault." Bradley cracks, everything hitting him all at one.
"No, darling, its not your fault." Y/n moves over to her husband, her hands resting on either side of his face, forcing him to look at her. "You did everything you were supposed to do, so did Jake. Hell," she laughs slightly shocking everyone in the room. "For the second time in his life, Hangman didn't leave his wingman hanging." She starts laughing, dropping to her knees before Bradley. Lottie starts giggling at the thought from her seat.
"Asshole." Lottie lets out, laughing harder.
Mav had finally come inside, Bradley and Jake's bags in hand. His eyes widen at the two girls laughing uncontrollably. He shoots Phoenix a questioning look and she just shrugs, just as confused and she witnessed everything.
"Such an asshole," y/n laughs, holding onto Bradley's knees as she doubles over laughing.
"Mama! Mama! Guess wh—" y/n looks up at Bradley at the sound of her sons voice. "Daddy!"
"Hey buddy!" Bradley stands up, meeting his son halfway, lifting him with groan at the pain in his side. "Where's your brother and sister?"
"Right here." Carole chuckled, little Jacob in her arms, Goose close behind with Carrie.
"Hi mom, dad!" Bradley smiles taking Carrie from his father, giving him a big hug.
"Woah, where's this coming from?" Goose questions, hugging his only child.
"Just glad to see you, Dad." Bradley smiles softly pulling back, his attention immediately going to his daughter, making her giggle.
Carole sets Jace down who immediately runs to his mother, being the perfect little mama's boy that both of her sons became.
"Where's Uncle Jake?" Nick asks. Everyones eyes soften at his innocence. Bradley walks over kneeling down by y/n, Carrie sat in his lap, Jace joining her.
"Sweetheart, you know how we said that sometimes, when people go out to be heroes, well, sometimes things don't go as planned and we lose people we love?" Y/n asks her son. They've had the talk about people dying. The first time was when a few of y/n's friends didn't come back from her last mission. Friends that were big in Nick's life, just like Jake was.
The 2 and a half year old nods, most likely not entirely understanding what she was explaining to him. Y/n struggles to continue, wishing she wasn't having to explain this to him.
"Well buddy, your Uncle Jake was a hero. Probably the bravest your mommy and I have ever seen."
"You're a hero too daddy!" Nick laughs.
"Yea, but nothing like your uncle." Bradley chuckles softly. "Nick, your uncle saved my life, so I could come home."
"But he's coming home too right? He always comes back with you."
"Not this time buddy. No this time he's not coming home."
"Oh." Nick answers. Everyone knew he didn't quite understand, he probably wouldn't for a few years.
The day's leading up to the funeral were hell for the Bradshaw household. Cyclone had made sure to give everyone 2 weeks of leave, a week before and a week after the funeral. Y/n struggled with keeping from working, it being the only thing that kept her from crying every five minutes. The pit in her stomach hadn't gone away since the day she found out and she needed the distraction, locking herself away in her home office all day, working on all the flight patterns the other instructors would need. It kept her busy but it worried Bradley.
He could hear her frustrated sighs each day from behind her locked door. Her quiet cries from the bathroom that weren't so quiet against the stream of water from the shower. Bradley knew it was different type if loss between them. He lost a friend, a coworker, a wingman. She lost her twin, the person she would always have the closest connection with no matter how much she hated it.
Bradley's thoughts are dragged from his wife to the ring of the doorbell. Cursing under his breath because of his napping children he makes his way to the door seeing the last person he expected at his door.
"Where are my grandbabies?"
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silver-wield · 1 month
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lol. Apparently there is a change in the ending scene. Just like HW's. But the punch line is.
In OG, HW was about how hard you bang with tifa.
In Rebirth, it's about how hard you can reject aerith 🥳. It's just that in LA, she looks more desperate while HA, you literally unintentionally kept her hopes up. And cloud's like ehhh wtf aerith?
Sounds cruel? Well she needed a wake up call. This chick went for a guy she knows is in love with her so called "best friend". Go ahead confess, but wtf are you mopping? Are you actually sad he didn't return your shallow feelings? That you couldn't still what your friend has? And you say to cherish? FCK OFF AND BACK OFF AERITH. You don't deserve to say that after fully betraying your friend. I would have laughed more if she said "make tifa happy for me" but even if she didn't say that, I just know 💯 tifa's feelings never entered her psyche. BITCH DON'T GIVE A FCK ABOUT IF HER FRIEND'S HEART GET BROKEN JUST SO SHE COULD "MOVE ON" YET SHE'S NOT EVEN SURE WHAT SHE FEELS.
She's a sad character alright, made to be pitied. I'm sure those are those who will turn a close eye to her bs because it's tragic. Even in the end, she never apologized to cloud as a human being. Just said excuse me because she's going to take advantage of him for the last time and say vague shit.
The world is dying and your priority is your doomed love life. Till zack fixes your shit. Anybody complaining here that she's too man centric? Well she always was. Her character description is accurate af. Nobody curse at SE, when you missed out on the note.
Yeah it's true there's a "low/high" affection line that's affected by whether you played for Tifa or her GS date just like the HW, but it is literally just the difference of one line with no other differences. The visual aspect of the scene doesn't change no matter what's said.
Cloud calls her "nakama" in one version (comrade/friend) and doesn't in the other. Aerith remains sad no matter what he says, so both versions are negative. She apologises, hugs him, says he shouldn't blame himself, then says goodbye.
Some people are claiming this will make players pity her, but sorry not sorry, even as she's about to die she still tries to fuck with Cloud's head and slimes herself over the guy she knows for a fact Tifa likes while claiming to be her best friend.
Friends don't do that.
All she did was cause emotional and mental trauma to them both because she's a selfish two faced back stabbing bitch. She even had the cheek to say she's not even sure if she "like likes" him whereas Tifa at 13 knew for a fact she loved and wanted to be with Cloud for the rest of her life and never changed how she felt.
Aerith is a shallow jealous bitch who's looking for someone to be all about her after seeing just how faithful to each other Cloud and Tifa are. She uses Tifa to learn about Cloud so she can take him from her instead of being a real friend and actually supporting her the way Zack did Cloud. I'm not even sure how she qualifies as a good guy when she's such a hag.
Sephiroth should've shown up sooner.
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the-broken-truth · 2 years
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hy, if you have some free time, can you write a Yandere wonder woman that is a mother to a boy, but can't be in his due to some oracle bs about her son being an bad omen, she can't let him die so she put him to adoption, which turn to be a good thing because the adoptive family, altough not very well off is loving and awsome and that causes her the spiral into serious mental problems because seeing how awsome her son is she feels betrayed since she should be the he calls mother.
Broken Truth: Someone finally asked for it! A Yandere Mother Wonder Woman with a son. I wanted to write one of these for a while now, and I finally get the chance. Thanks for making this ask. Now, let the word weave together!!!
Diana Prince walked down the busy street of Metropolis with her hands in her coat as the winter wind blew, making her shiver slightly - she was on her way to get a hot cup of hot chocolate to fight off the chill but the winter wasn't the only thing that bothered her, it was also around that time of the year again. The time she gave birth to her son - [Name].
She still remembered that night - the moon was full, the sky was full of stars while lacking clouds, and the Birthing Hall on the Amazon Island - Themyscira - was crowded at the whim of the Queen of the Amazons - Hippolyta - as her daughter was giving birth to a future heir. Diana pushed for hours and panted for hours until the child was born - a healthy baby boy that Diana named [Name]. She held her son with a smile on her face, crying tears of joy that echoed throughout the room to her Amazon Sisters, but that joy was shattered by the words of the Oracle.
"You mustn't keep the heir of the Theymscira - it was only lead to your ruin and the fall of the World of Man." She spoke with sadness in her voice.
Diana looked at her child and cried again, but this time with sorrow at the thought of losing her child, however, the words of the Oracle always came true and she didn't want to be the ruin of the World of Man but she refused to kill her only child and waited for her strength to return before she flew to Superman's Domain in Metropolis and dropped her son off at the doorstep of an orphanage, wrapping him in a golden blanket before kissing him on the star-shaped birthmark on his forehead before flying away again as tears fell down her face.
That was 16 years ago.
Now, Diana walked into the coffee shop and waited in line until she reached the register.
"One hot chocolate with cream, please." Diana said as she reached into her pocket with her eyes looking down as she pulled her wallet out of counted to money for the drink.
"Yes, Ma'am. That will be $5.24, please, and thank you." A male voice said. Diana counted the money and looked up to face the cashier when her eyes widened at the face of the boy before her.
He had short black hair with tan skin and shining blue eyes, normal right? Well, the star-shaped birthmark on his forehead wasn't!
"Ma'am? Are you alright?" The young man asked.
"[Real Name], is that you?" Diana almost whispered but the boy's keen ears picked on what she said.
"[Real Name]? No, my name is [Adopted Name]. Sorry, but you confused me for someone else." [Adopted Name] smiled as he held out his hand for the cash. Diana blinked before she handed it to him and he asked for her name, she gave it to him before she gathered her change and went to her seat to wait but she couldn't stop looking at [Adopted Name] who was working with the customers before the order came out and she went up to get it.
"Tell me something, [Adopted Name], how old are you? You look a little too young to be working here." Diana said.
"I get that a lot but I'm actually 16 years old. I just happen t have a baby face." [Adopted Name] smiled with a nervous chuckle before his phone began ringing, "Excuse me a moment."
Diana watched as he pulled a flip phone out of his pocket and opened it before putting it up to his ear, "Hey, Mom."
Diana's blood froze and her eyes widened.
'Mom? He's calling another woman 'Mom'? But... But... I AM HIS MOTHER! WHO DARES TAKE MY SON AWAY FROM ME?!' Diana thought as she glared at the phone before taking her drink and walking away, leaving the store with anger in her heart. 'That human... She dares take my son away from me. I'll deal with her, then I'll take my son back. He's my son... MINE.'
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caliburn-the-sword · 7 months
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winter thoughts up to chapter 14
frankly. not enough scarlet. but i only had the time to read a handful of chapters
iko is so dramatic and i love her. ik she's meant to be the fairy godmother figure, but honest to god with how much she wants to be human and imitates humans (like pretending to faint cause of kai) she honestly seems like a pinocchio type character here too
now that i'm playing association games of aligning characters with other characters, i realised that cinder is technically the huntsman from little red riding hood since she saved scarlet from getting eaten by wolf. since there is a huntsman in snow white as well, that makes me wonder if she might therefore play a similar role in winter's story. that would be very interesting
"I'm on your side," he said. "No matter what." this smells like foreshadowing that he will in fact NOT be on her side no matter what. through no fault of his own of course. levana brainwashing arc when???
LMAO WOLF KNOCKED HIM OUT COLD. favourite trope ever fr
completely agreed cinder. i love a man that's battered and bruised fr
NOOOO don't tell me that thorne is TRYING to make cress jealous. cringe. gross. i'm throwing up in my mouth in the middle of my studies of religion class
is it just me or is thorne flirting with kai?? that is frankly much more preferable since they're both adults to kaider or cresswell honestly
nevermind it's some weird alpha male bs they're trying to one up each other and make them feel insecure about their girls. so basically the whole percy/jason leader thing but w o r s e
why do i want to write an au where cinder grew up as princess selene and she and kai have an arranged marriage and enemies to lovers relationship. i need to stop coming up with fanfic ideas when i've got important exams coming up in 2 months. it's bad enough i even decided to binge this entire series in the first place LMAO (but also it's so worth it). i bet i could find hundreds of fics with this exact premise on ao3 so maybe i'll save myself the effort
yes kai pardon thorne for theft so that you can correctly try him for being a damn pedo
don't mind me immediately connecting the kai has stockholm syndrome joke to beauty and the beast and realising that between cinder and her glamour (the lunar glamour obviously being the beast part btw) then she and kai could also technically be beauty and the beast. forgive me it's the ouat instinct
thorne was SO real for pointing out that kai is a rich royal bastard. not to spread my republican agenda (reminder that i am aussie and when i say republican i mean fuck the brit monarchy not racist trump nonsense) but the eastern commonwealth should TOTALLY do away with kai and bring back democracy. that's why i disagree with the characters calling for his forced abdication because they're just gonna instate ANOTHER royal eventually instead of getting rid of that shit altogether. while we're at it, instead of retaking the throne cinder should DESTROY it and ALSO institute a democracy
damn didn't realise thorne was having sad boy hours about leaving his crew disbanding. me too because i HATE it when the found family breaks up
"most of them even call me Captain" iko and cress is only two people. i think thorne needs to go back to school and retake maths because that is NOT most
EWWWWWWWWWW JAIL FOR THORNE JAIL FOR A THOUSAND YEARS
winter is embroidering. i am emotional
help this jacinter scene was nice and super romantic until "There were times when she stood so close that he was amazed at his own ability to keep his hands to himself" WHAT???? rocking myself back and forth in my seat reminding myself figure of speech figure of speech figure of speech. YIKES
@eddisfargo @francforever @winterrhayle @winterpinetrees @shellyseashell
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a post u made a bit ago reminds me of an hoh steve harrington (which, as a hoh person i have... mixed feelings abt but that's another can of worms) fic and it was the single most dumbest thing i have ever read, because the amount of victim blaming is INSANE
basically, jonathan is the cause of steve's fading hearing. not, you know, billy who damaged steve far worse or the literal russian torture. makes a ton of sense. and it essentially makes jonathan out to be an asshole who attacked steve with severe malice who hurt steve unprovoked. oh, also, apparently robin, steve's best friend, doesn't notice he's hard of hearing, but eddie does. how long has he known that guy again?
some steddies are fucking INSANE
Waking up to this ask was truly🤌 you have opened my pandora box
My fuh.king.god! the st*ddies are truly insufferable. Like I'm not here to police having fun shipping obviously but it's just become so sad and pathetic; ultimately st*ddie is just born to make st*ve this pathetic love starved character who is always the victim and has never done anything wrong...
The demonizing of Nancy for not loving Steve romantically even though like... that relationship was doomed from the start. He was not a good boyfriend. His *love* for her was not the love she needed, his *love language* was not remotely close to what she needed. He didn't try to understand Nancy's pain and trauma...anyway I digress.
The way people blame Jonathan for everything when it comes to st*ve is also LAUGHABLE at best if it weren't so pathetic and embarrassing; someone blamed Jonathan for not making sure st*ve left the party before taking home a drunk Nancy?? Someone made it seem like Jonathan needed permission from St*ve to date Nancy??? Like wtf? Please get your head from out of st*ve h*rrington ass.
Jonathan doesn't owe St*ve anything. Also Jonathan deserved to beat the absolute shit out of him. St*ve was so fragile he didn't talk to his gf instead took his friend to publicly slut Shame her THEN accused Jonathan of killing will and amongst being the absolute worst homophobic asshole. So yea he deserved to get his shit rocked.
*Nancy should've got to rock his shit too.
Like st*ve in the case of Nancy and Jonathan is only a victim of his own actions 🙄
Anyway I digress...again... sure hoh st*ve that could be fun. These kids have been through hell and hell again.
But in this case it feels...very...glamorized. obviously I haven't and WONT read the fic but it sounds not good.
Giving him a disability only for the purpose of making him this dude who needs sympathy and coddling. Or to garner a sympathy piece for him... Giving him a disability to push the played out st*ddie agenda of st*ve being this *pathetic*(people with disabilities are not pathetic and are beyond capable and competent) but this is the vibe from what you described. Like they gave st*ve hoh just to make him seem smaller??? Not because they actually wanted to write in representation or focus on how his physical trauma could affect him...
Truly insane when people use e*ddie as this "no one has ever loved St*ve wah wah and finally he's being seen"
We love exploring trauma and self loathing in writing sure sure, ofc! But my goodness if the st*ve stans haven't gone far beyond. It's like if I said give me a paragraph and they wrote an entire thesis filled with bs.
(I'm not hoh so my opinion may be not but I don't see st*ve as hoh I definitely see him more as someone with a vision impairment. But also would love to hear your other can of worms about hoh st*ve if only you wanted to share anon. Thank you for this message <3)
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Part 2 here 🙏🏻🙏🏻❤️
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I pretty much said all I wanted to say about this in the first ask, I pretty much debunked that Naruto baring similarities to Minato doesn't mean it is parallel to MinaKushi. There is little more that I can say on the subject, but there are some things I will address.
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This was an outright lie what the databook actually says about Hinata.
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Now even if you don't draw the parallel from the anime where Minato is shy around Kushina like Hinata is to Naruto. It is no denying that both are calm, and Hinata is only shy and withdrawn cause of her upbringing, but after she overcomes that she starts to live up to her name sake Sunny Place.
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While Hinata at first due to her shyness and when around Naruto shows worry, once she overcomes or is around her teammates she shows a more happy and relaxed side of her. That is somthing both Hinata and Minato have in common while Naruto and Kushina are usually happy I would rarely say they are relaxed and both are prone to worrying and getting angry over small things.
Now another thing to note is that databook entry is referring to kid Hinata while Minato's personality is more based on his adult self. so from this we can also say adult Hinata becomes more like Minato when grows up someone with a sunny personality that is usually happy and relaxed, but does not usually worried or angry.
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Again more BS, Kushina never once stated or implied she wanted to find a women who would fix his childish and restless temper Kushina didn't even know Naruto inherited that from her till they met in the seal. Further more Kushina outright stated don't fall for the first girl that comes your way, her saying find someone like her is referring to someone who would love him unconditionally like her and that isn't Sakura.
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Sakura doesn't love Naruto, further more as NaruSaku have been implying that Sakura needs to fix Naruto shows she wouldn't love him unconditionally for both his negative and positive traits.
Hinata however loves Naruto for who he is, even if he is not perfect that only makes him more endearing to her. As I pointed out in the previous post as well, Hinata is always the one who ends up picking Naruto up when he is down and about to give up.
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The way Minato says Kushina made him who he is also applies to Naruto and Hinata who lets not forget Naruto officially said it was all thanks to her standing by his side.
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It was not Sakura who made him into the man he was, but Hinata. The one who always got Naruto back up when he was wavering was Hinata. The one who always restored his confidence when he was on the verge of giving up Hinata. It was Hinata who made sure Naruto kept to his ninja way when he was about to break it.
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Is not Sakura supporting Naruto, it is her not believing in him and giving up on him. Despite the fact Naruto made his choice Sakura tried to overrule it not caring whether Naruto might have managed to pass the test or not nor how he felt on the matter.
Kushina always supported Minato, even though she didn't agree with him sealing the nine tails in Naruto she conceded and chose to beilive in her husband.
Once again this applies more to Hinata. Not only was Hinata openly willing to help Naruto with the test even though it could bring her down as well. Even when Naruto turned her down, she still showed worry for him, but respect his choice just like how Kushina respected and supported Minato's
Then you have her proud failure speech they bring up one scene where Sakura is about to give up apparently for Naruto's sake, but ignore the multiple scenes Hinata has where she picks up and supports Naruto. If Kushina was the foundation for the man Minato became then Hinata is the same for Naruto, whenever it mattered most Hinata was the ones to support and beilive in Naruto just like how Kushina supported and believed in Kushina.
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Rick's growing this, Rick's character developing that. Have you ever heard of Character Derailment? I'm just asking because I just found out about this and am reading up on it and omg does this fit PERFECTLY with how these characters have been treated in this goddamn show since season freaking 3. Because character development from what I seen is usually the gradual change of a character, sometimes it even involves a devastating consequence that makes the character feel so much remorse that they have to fix their mistakes and themselves. And Rick has the worst character development I ever seen like I don't remember even seeing character development as rushed and contrived as Rick's and I'm saying this as someone who watches a bunch of MOVIES. MOVIES FOR KIDS MORESO. This is a tv show and Rick has already went through changes that usually isn't seen in someone until toward the end of the story. I've seen character assassination but whatever the mess is that the show is treating as "growth"? Wtf is that bs?
Heel-face Turn (when poorly executed) that completely fits Rick. He hung out with some damn crows and all of a sudden is somehow okay with somebody teaching him empathy? AFTER CONSTANTLY TRYING TO AVOID THERAPY AND PUSHING AWAY A SUPPORT SYSTEM IN TONY AND EVEN INITIALLY REJECTING THE CROWS FOR TEACHING HIM EMPATHY? He's more problematically meek toward Morty and Summer even when they're misbehaving or knowing that his meek actions could cause consequences (which has been happening since season 5 but is more emphasized here), being less depressed and drinking less, and apologizing and being overall buddy buddy with Jerry? Rick no longer afraid to show kindness and love to people despite the possibilities of the universe taking them away? Everyone else, he still acts like Rick but this doesn't make it any better. Derailed characters can still retain certain traits that they had before, they're just 180'd all of a sudden in certain traits out of nowhere.
Now let's look at seasons 1-2 before they screwed him over in season 3 by making him more psychopathic than ever. Rick warming up to Summer and helps her beat the devil and allowing her to join the team? Starting to spend more normal time with his grandchildren instead of constant dangerous adventures like watching tv and playing? Rick allegedly helping Morty with his science homework a bit after rebuffing him iirc? Rick hugging and admitting to his grandchildren (with denial but still) that he loves them instead of rebuffing them and calling Morty a human shield? Rick deciding to stop running away from his problems once reality hits him and he is on the run and actually do something that doesn't benefit himself that gets royally screwed over in the season 3 premiere? While also still being a selfish, morally questionable, cocky, hotheaded, insulting butthole? THAT'S CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. It's gradual, it's more well paced, and it's realistic to how trauma survivors and buttholes actually heal. And it didn't use a stupid two crows bs, it just had to have Rick bond with his grandchildren more before taking a liking to them and wanting to do more with them than just his twisted fantasies of what he wants. He's grown an attachment to his family enough to start caring about what's best for them instead of what's best for him. But of course y'all ignore it because it's more subtle and not your idealistic fantasies of 180 changes. And not to mention we've seen several times before the dumb crow crap Rick feeling sorry for himself for being so terrible but he stays the same. Because he doesn't know how to change. Because he isn't getting the help he needs and that's REALISTIC. So why are two crows the thing to change Rick?
You over here accusing others of toxic dudebros wanting Rick to be a butthole and idiolizing Rick but that's not the frigging point here. We're talking from a writing standpoint that you guys don't understand. Rick being a quirky, hyper, bubbly, no-nonsense butthole was how the story started and that's what the original creators envisioned before fake fans like Scott Marder came in and ruined it with his idealistic fanfiction of what he wants the show to be. Now it's a very different show like the other crap didn't happen. I think you just like it because not only will you Rick and Morty fans take almost anything that's not inc*st but because you idealize that sort of thing. You wish for that kind of thing for yourself and for other people. We all wish that two magical crows would come down and change us into better people but that's not what freaking happens. This is what sucks about this whole thing. What I would've preferred is not do a freaking transition episode like the two-part season 5 finale to get Rick and Morty's dynamic back to when it was less toxic in the first two seasons. Just pretend seasons 3-5 never happened and get Rick back to being a quirky, hyperactive, cheerful dude and Morty back to being an innocent, naive, normal child instead of two miserable edgelords fighting over bs. Actually have a REAL consequence similar to the wedding situation that causes Rick to finally decide he needs to change. If you hadn't focused on this stupid crap of Morty being more and more like Rick while Rick is the other way around, you could've had a plot where Morty get fed up with Rick, takes the portal gun, and leaves, maybe getting into trouble, causing Rick to freak out enough to when he reconciles with him, that he wants to change to prevent this from ever happening again.
Character development is not Rick losing his quirks, no-nonsense agency, and charisma to become an empty shell of his former self. Character development is not two crows coming to magically change someone in a snap of a finger. Character development is not abruptly throwing away Morty's arc and becoming pathetically needy towards Rick. Rick is in a toxic family, he deserves to stand up for himself and not be the meek little idiot he is now.
Character development can be negative and we can see Morty and even Summer becoming more and more angrier and crueler but they were gradual. Morty over the course of the entire series is seen getting angrier and more defiant of Rick but didn't get edgy until season 3.
Maybe this is leading to something. Maybe this is signifying Rick's story is about to end or something huge is coming up that could break or regress Rick. Hopefully it's one of these things because this is ridiculously eerie. But whatever happens, it's not going to excuse how shoddily they have treated Rick.
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thank you for kind and warm words, bestie💜 you're honestly like enjoying the sunset during cool summer evening in the park - so comforting, serene and welcoming. I'm glad being there! I'm waiting for the spring rain to come(
Oh shit bestie. I'm so sorry that you had to sit through it. You don't deserve it. I know that he is your dad, but he honestly needs to get a grip on himself and think before opening his mouth. Family gatherings are such shitshow sometimes. I hope you didn't take his words or actions seriously. We all have our dumb and ugly moments - that was his. I don't know what caused it in him to do it, but his words and actions don't define you in any way. You're who you're without that bullshit. And honestly this bs from him shouldn't matter to you. You're amazing. I can clearly see how this vacation turned out to be rather overstimulating and hard - after such vacations it feels like you honestly need another one. take everything at a time, be gentle with yourself. BUT THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IS THAT YOUR FUR BABIES ARE HAPPY TO HAVE YOU BACK!!
I think the petsitting can be that needed vacation after vacation hahahah. You're a lucky! I hope you will feel refreshed after that. Boop their pretty noses!!
Love you, bestie💜
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Hi bestie, love you too.
Petsitting was rough. One of the dogs refused to come upstairs with me at bedtime so I tried to sleep on the couch so she wouldn’t be alone. That didn’t work out. I went upstairs and got maybe 3-4 hours of sleep. Now I’m home.
I also fucked up with substituting so that’s fun. Waiting to see if I got myself in trouble. I accidentally took an assignment for today instead of tomorrow, which made me have to do a same day call-out. Which I already had some because I had to stay in Florida longer. So they’re definitely not happy with me. I got a warning email and everything essentially asking if I was okay and warning me about attendance. And now this. I hope they understand that it was just an error on my part. And the thing is, I was going to go today instead of cancelling it but I didn’t have any of my work clothes with me and what I did have was unprofessional and the school is 40 minutes in the opposite direction of my house. So it wasn’t worth it. I’d have to leave the dogs super early which wouldn’t be fair to them either. Ugh, I’m just so frustrated with myself today.
Thank you for the kind words, especially about my father and his idiotic comments. In the moment, I did let it get to me. Because what he said was extremely rude and humiliating. So I kinda just stormed away and let myself feel my emotions. I’m mad that I didn’t clap back though.
I’m going to take the best nap today with Lily because she’s honestly getting me through this rough patch in my life right now. She is the light in my life. I’m so glad I’m home with her now.
I work tomorrow and Thursday (if I can pick up a shift tomorrow) and then I petsit again for the weekend, so I just have to push through.
I feel like going on vacation with family is much different than without. I feel like I need a vacation away from family entirely. But alas, can’t afford it right now. I’d love to meet up with some besties I’ve met on here.
Don’t worry, I booped all of their noses for you before I left, and thank you for your kind words. I’m just stressed at the current moment, but I’ll be fine.
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Lol you can ignore me, call BS, whatever. I do not care. I am putting this out there for the record, because hysteria and lies are causing actual harm. I want it to be known, for the record, that this obsession with her has crossed the line from gossip to harm. You can choose to ignore it, and continue to promote and encourage harassment, or not. It's laughable that you and your worst accusers try to claim some moral high ground of caring about Evan, while causing so much pain to someone he loves. Maybe your own opinion is worth more to you than his well being? I get that having crazy stans is part of the deal of being a popular actor. But Fran did not sign up for that. When she says she "didn't know about his fans" it means, she did not know how scary and dangerous some of them are. I saw the tik tok you posted of them in bed that is your "proof" of what she "does to Evan." You would not even know it was him unless you were an obsessed fan. She's not doing anything to hurt him. She's just being herself and they are having fun together. Why are you so bitter that you have to paint it as some kind of abuse she's doing to him? Let me guess...because that's where you mind goes? Making ugly accusations about someone's character, professing to know what's in her heart, conjuring up all kinds of hysterical scenarios....that says much much more about YOU than it does about her.
"She was never an online star" I said she was a "rising star," and she was. OG Tumblr girl, rising star on tik tok. Again I am all out of fucks to give on whether you believe it.
"Also she wasn’t really a model. She said so herself." She had a modeling contract with a major agency. The shoots she did are online. She left modeling to go to college.
"Her car got shot. She wasn’t in it and doesn’t know how it happened. So it was most likely not even about her." You have no idea how or why it happened either. How would YOU like it, if someone was posting your address and then your car gets shot up?! You asked where the address was posted? Are you serous? Lol. Like I would tell anyone?!
"Well tell Evan to get over here and let him talk. Otherwise I don’t believe you know either of them." Lol. Yeah. Right. As if he wants to talk to anyone whose entire blog is about harassing his gf. You don't seem to get it. He left social media because it got ugly and he doesn't need that. How would you feel if your bf or gf was being harassed because of your involvement with them? She's a normie. She did not ask for this. Being a young girl and having fun posting stuff is not a crime. Anyone normal would not notice whose condo she's in. Only crazed fans know that she's posting from his condo. So they can hold it against her. Again. Your accusations and lies reveal YOUR inner self, not hers. As for the timeline, they met in LA while she was on break from college in NY. It was IRL, with friends, not through insta. They were just friends. She went back to college and they didn't get together until after his breakup, and her graduation, when she came home. Believe it or don't. Just make a note of where your mind goes. It will tell you how YOU think, not how others think.
Fran had it coming. She brought this on herself. By being a cyberbully and insulting his fans.
For everything else: sent proof. Otherwise it’s bs. You know neither her nor him.
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For the record I have no problem with the users of meth..as long as said users are under control.
I've had a friend before who was an avid 'tweaker' however he falls under the category of effective silent user. If he didn't let you know specifically he was using you would have never known.. he was a functional user. He used. But again you wouldnt know unless he wanted you to know.. hes a good friend.
I have been spark free minus the occasional bad coke for 6 years now.. however, to help hold my sobriety, I have a rule. Never here. Not the garage, not in tyour room, not ever. here. My house is a no drug (pot and boose ok, nothing f other without discussion..yet for years now, I've giving my roomies chance after chance after chance.
Most recent was an unfortunate between my roomie bestie and his lady. It got ugly. Like borderline dv.. da dah da dah dahh.. I said no spit here. Whole bunch of back story aside, I literally do uh n them liars today..again. like again! Been like 5 6 times now and I cut at 1.
So now I'm torn between ripping my family apart for the safety of no dope.. or bite the bullet and let them dope because they fam and wanna help..
If I turn I will lose all of everything. I have no fam, and everything I thought was dam for year now is a lie. Like blatant to my face lie..
Or I can feign innocence and just get totally used..but my god children will never have better parents..(uncle...godfather...) cause I bet you my sober ass better than a tweak who cant find his place..
I need help. I've been too close to my best friend for years, and honest he got me sober, bojt 5 years ago. Tho apparently his promise to get sober with me was total bs. He lied
Been doing my best since.. its been rough I admit it. Love the drug. But not as much as the people I love(cheesy and chliche as hell. Nut I for sober thinking my friend did too. Recently I got played hard and called em on it. Told em(as I believe) I dont mind the drug, hell I crave the drug..hence why I dont want it at my house or anyone close to me.. not because I dislike it, quite litterally because I DO like it. I know how it feels, I know what it can become I know what missing.. long story short it's not allowed at my house ever. Being usage or even storage... you wanna spin? Fine. Go somewhere else, get your spin on. Come home when your sober.. least sober enough...
Just found out that my 'brother' and his missus have been straight faced lying..again.. #5 and counting... about using meth in my house..I'm beyond mad, buy my now 2 god children are stuck..
Litterally I turn them in for the shit. Same shit I told them I would turn them in for. I'm not legally bound to the children, mum n dad go to jail and kiddos go foster unless mom n law steps up again..(now the 3rd time shes accepted kiddos from her kids I stead of dps..) or I bite the bullet and let them use the hell outta me. They barely pay rent as is, but here in the next week they both wanna outta toen for work..so instead of a 7am till 6pm(average) each day.. I will become mon thru fri, 7am montill 8 pm fri have the kiddos 24/7and beyond.. true uncle rex style..
I.. idk if I can do it any more but wont leave my god chillins high and dry. I burn them(hold true to my own) and I dont get my owed rent, and I never get to see my god childre...I decide to get burned, I have kiddos for the week, get screwed on rent, (same I have been 6 years now) get used for free babysitting (basically) and become the smear in the pants come weekend..
Fml...help?
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#When bae saves your life and almost gets cornered by a Deviant only to turn it into a tree #Terrified
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the lady in the middle
rick flag x milf!reader x captain syverson (+ fic recs)
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warnings: smut (minors DNI!); threesome(?), petnames, fingering, mutual masturbation, oral sex (f receiving + slight m receiving), sex toy (butt plug), squirting, praise & domestic kink (+ fluff)
a/n: a reupload 'cause tumblr on that bs. stay safe babes!
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rick’s finally escapes belle reve’s clutches whereas sy and his crew had to transfer somewhere a little further. coincidentally, they moved to the same neighbourhood, in the same row, minus sy's comrades that's living a few houses further. only their respective homes are separated by another one.
of course, the neighbours heard of the new wave of veterans simultaneously moving in. who wouldn’t notice, especially the main two; tall, broad and handsome, as the shameless women would describe rick and sy. others, too, but truth be told, they’re awfully explicit. think of the children, linda!
they’ve met the women in the neighbourhood  — not because they wanted too, it’s hard not too, though. they’d so happen to pass by, whether it’s in front of their homes, in the park for a jog or even the grocery store. sy’s no-nonsense personality has caused quite the stir and yet, that only seemed to reel them in. rick is a little more respectful but nonetheless firm when they’d invade his personal bubble.
that is, until they meet the ‘lady in the middle’, a.k.a. the neighbour living in between them.
well, not exactly meet per se. not yet. rick was chatting with the elderly couple, mr and mrs williams, living next his home. at first, he listened to their, or specifically, mrs william's endless stories out of respect, but then she starts to talk about you, she sounded like she was talking about her own child.
"oh, (y/n)'s an angel, dear! helps me with my groceries all the time. her kids are absolute sweethearts too!" ah, a mother, "never understood how no one's put a ring on her finger yet,"
oh?
"don't even seem like there's a man in her life since coming here," mr willaims remarked — quite the blunt man but he loves his wife like no other. a fact that rick finds quite endearing, honestly, "billy and tommy's always been her priority,"
ah, a single mother.
"you should meet her some time!" mrs williams grinned, "surely you'll too get along,"
"I'll be sure to say hello, ma'am," rick wasn't exactly lying. he replied the way he did not to only because he doesn't have the heart to say no to the welcoming elderly but in all honesty, he's not sure what to expect. at most, he thinks you're another suburban mom, just not the same as the one that's been shamelessly flirting with him. sometimes in front of their own husbands.
he definitely didn't expect that the single mother mrs williams’ been talking highly about is truly the definition of her words; an absolute sweetheart. plus, easy on the eyes too.
it happened when he visited the mini mart for some eggs. he took notice of the multiple bags of groceries as mrs williams’ paid at the counter. rick was ready to help her out when two boys, no more than seventeen years of age, came into view and helped with her stuff. at first, he thought they were her nephews until she spoke up in utter joy.
"your boys are truly are an angelic duo," she turned to the young lady next to her and from then on did he finally realized that this was more than a random customer.
no, this was the infamous ms (l/n) and holy shit.
you're a babe. supple (s/c) skin, gorgeous (h/c) hair and a radiant smile that practically lit up the room. judging from your clothes, seems like you just came back from the gym.
who knows how long he stood there, contemplating whether to greet the group or hide behind the nearest shelf.
but oh good ol' mrs williams — always one step ahead it seems.
"there he is!" she called him over and he knows it's too late to cover his face in his puffer jacket. so, with the egg carton in one hand, he waved with the other before approaching the one person he honestly doesn't mind meeting, "rick, this is (y/n), the one I've been telling you about! and these are her boys, billy and tommy,"
the boys looked nothing like you and it's obvious why. if mrs williams didn't tell him beforehand, he would've thought you were their adult sister.
"ms (l/n)," he greeted with a polite smile, only to wince when mrs williams tapped his leg with her cane.
"now, now, you two are still young! no formalities," both of you blinked at the her request. you sheepishly smiled, hoping he'd be okay with you addressing him by his first name.
"are you okay with me calling you rick?"
oh, fuck yeah.
"you're more than welcome to if you're okay with me calling you (y/n)," he joked lightly, prompting a chuckle out of you as mrs williams watched you in glee. rick introduced himself to the boys and vice versa and unsurprisingly, they have better manners than his 'former teammates' as a whole.
along the way, he learned that you're working as a part-time instructor in the local gymnasium, specifically flying yoga. while the aerial workout is nothing new to him since as it used to be harley's go-to, he's always felt indifferent about it. cool, yes, but nothing more.
now that he knows you're doing it, his imagination's going just a little wild.
at the end of the whole meeting, everyone went their own way, despite living closely to each other, continuing with their usual routine.
well, minus rick who hasn't been able to get the image of you naked and tangled up in those silks but you get the idea.
how you met sy, on the other hand, was a little different and mrs williams didn't have to do anything with it.
no, he was visiting the gymnasium with his crew. the upside of the local gym is that it's huge—so much so that it's complete with a pilates and flying yoga studio, but they didn't think much of it.
not until they passed by the studio, at least.
"this is the flying yoga studio. opens on wednesday's and thursday's. my sister's personal favourite because of the instructor," the employee opened the door ajar before peaking in, "speaking of, there she is right now,"
at first, they thought it was his sister, considering that he didn't specify who 'she' was, until he greeted the person in the room.
"hey (y/n)!" !
"hey keith!" !!!
suddenly, they're awfully curious to see how this '(y/n)' really looks like.
"finally considering the class with your sister?" they hear you teased.
"you wish. just showing some new members around. mind if i bring them in for a bit,"
"not at all!" they expected you to greet them behind the door when keith swung the door open. the last thing they anticipated was to see you mid-air, gracefully intertwined in the hammock. you turned your head to the new faces and waved enthusiastically.
"hi there! sorry i can't come down right now, my course's starting in a few hours, but it's really nice to meet you guys!" simultaneously, you untangled the fabric off of one leg, leaving the other straight up.
sy was doing a better job at hiding the throbbing mess happening in his lower region but he probably can't say the same for his crew. somehow, he feels a new kind of emotion. or at least, an emotion he hasn't felt until he moved into reve road. this insatiable hunger; something he hasn't felt for any women he's been with.
shit. and this is the same feeling he had when he first saw you with billy and tommy just days ago. you weren't doing anything, just greeting the two in excitement by the door when they came home from school.
it's the first time he's ever felt compelled to greet someone.
"syverson, right?" he snapped out of his stupor at the sound of his name and looked up at you. he curtly nodded, "it's nice to see you again. my sons aren't causing any trouble in your yard again, are they?"
he chuckled lowly, ignoring the hitched breaths coming from the rest because one; you have sons?!
and two; syverson's more or less smiling! while it's not their first time seeing the uptight man express a positive mood, let alone with a woman but in all honesty? they could recognize a forced emotion when they see one, and this is not one of them.
"not at all, ma'am. they're honestly more respectful than these boys right here," whatever possessed the brooding captain into loosening up right in front of his comrades was uncertain, "please, do what you must. we'll be on our way,"
in reality, he didn't want to leave, and he knows damn well his comrades don't wish to either.
but he'd be damn if he lets them stay any longer than he'd like.
"fuck, we got a milf in the area,"
"isn't she the girl that the other moms' been gossiping about? shit, i see why,"
"you think her flexibility applies to when she's in bed?"
sy narrows his eyes at the poor saps drooling over the one person he's finally shown interest in.
but fuck, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about you in the most sinful positions, with or without the hammock. he felt pathetic having to work on his own release that same night rather than a one-night stand as per usual. but how could he, when he's busy thinking about how your pretty pussy would feel milking his cock?
hey, he's an asshole to some degree but he has a heart. somewhere.
so, you've got two sexy military men pining for you. the question is; who do you choose?
at first, i planned on making separate smuts.
but, if you're like me and say "damn, that's too much work, and they're both hot as fuck", then ma'am, do I have a treat for you!
why not both?
yes. both!
it's friday night — billy and tommy are at a friend's house for the weekend, excited to play that new call of duty game they've been telling you about so now you're on your own. so, what better way to spend the night than to visit your old favourite bar? you haven't been there for a while so now's a good time, right?
you recognized almost everyone in the room; some of the girls from your course, billy and tommy's seniors, hell, even the condescending group of moms without their husbands.
good. the last thing you wanted was a bunch of middle aged-men drunkenly breathing down your neck without boundaries.
the bartender, 'boss', as many called him, greeted you enthusiastically, dramatisizing your lack of presence but nonetheless glad you didn't forget him nor the bar for another that 'met your city-girl taste'. you ordered your usual and chatted up with Boss until a group began to make a ruckus in a corner. he excused himself with a huff, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
specifically, your two new neighbours.
it's a coincidence that they both had anything to do with the military, let alone moving in with you in the middle. while you weren't around in the first few days of their arrival, words tend to spread very quickly. the first time happened when mrs williams called to notify you about your new neighbours. then, keith was telling you how you had nearly ten new students in one day after rick, along with sy and his team days later, came to the gym for a membership.
by the sounds of it, they sounded like they were the real deal and the same day you came home, you were nervous.
as conceitedly quoted by keith's sister after a session of pilates one thursday; "that angry mom club would do anything to be in your shoes."
hell, if only, but you doubt one of them would them would be interested in you, let alone both.
oh, hunny, you really spoke too soon.
you turned in your seat and settled for people watching and didn't pay any mind for the women cackling at you for coming here alone. but that didn't last long.
"(y/n)!" you jumped a little at the sight of rick entering, even more so when he called your name as soon as he saw you. he loved your closed-eye smile — he felt like he mattered to someone, even for a little.
"hey rick!" you tried your best at hiding your nerves when he made a beeline for you. it didn't help that the shirt he was wearing was practically hugging his torso, showing off every nook and cranny of his muscles.
(ma'am, you're missing the look of disbelief in those nosy moms' faces!)
"didn't expect to see you here, darlin'," you learned that rick is no stranger to petnames (for you and you only), but this is his first time using 'darlin' and quite frankly? it felt natural using it.
"tommy and billy's friends are having a sleepover so they left their dearest mother alone to spend the weekend," you pouted cutely, unaware of the impact it has on rick. he quickly distracted himself by calling boss over once he was done diffusing the mayhem at one of the tables.
thinking back, you don't remember the last time spending the weekend on your own. usually, at least one of the boys were with you.
but, while you missed your boys already, this is also a great opportunity.
what, you didn't think you could go on with you day without touching yourself after meeting the military gentlemen, did you? it's a miracle that you didn't before but a single mother's schedule works wonders when it comes to distractions.
"alone, huh? don't have any plans with friends or...?" he drawled before taking a sip of his drink, hissing at the profound aftertaste.
"i would but after all that extra sessions in the gym? i'd rather stay home," just the thought of waking up past eight in the morning, no 'mother tone' unless one of your boys calls and most importantly...
your well-deserved 'me-time'.
unless you're lucky with rick or sy. or both.
haha jk.
unless... 
no. ain't no way they're interested. not even for one night. ever.
rick, on the other hand, tried not to think too much of your jaw-dropping yoga moments. but it's too late, to be honest. he's glad he chose a shirt with a longer hem when he came here.
but it wasn't just that. he wished it was 'cause it would've been much easier. no, it was more than just you in these suggestive positions.
it's your duality. like sy, rick took you as the approachable and almost shy sweetheart next door and nothing more.
but as months passed by, they began to realize the true definition of 'in evil, there's kindness'. for years, their lives were filled with details that no man would wish to even acknowledge. not especially the residents of reve road. so it's not surprise that the things they went through turned them into the way they are; slightly reserved and almost brutish to many. they're used to people come and go, depending on the context.
when you came along, or well, they came along and met you. and almost immediately, they were able to describe you in ways that they didn't even know were in their vocabulary.
it's your caring nature which doesn't limit to tommy and billy. sy, rick, mr and mrs williams, hell, even one of the angry mom club members for whatever reason. you care but you weren't naive either. you've seen the real world and even survived it plenty of times. how did you think you were able to care for the boys in the first place?
of course rick couldn't ignore you. how could he when you're the only person who'd wish him to 'stay safe' every time you two saw each other every morning? when you left him that small box of homemade chocolate truffles after he told you it's his favourite? or when he knocked on your door one night.
he couldn't sleep when all he could see in his dreams were the darks parts of his missions and it went on for days. until you pulled his head onto your lap, stroking his messy hair as he silently let out a tear or two.
he woke up the next morning refreshed and comfortably wrapped in a soft blanket that smelled like you. he couldn't find you around nor the boys around, only to find a piece of note which read:
'gotta send the boys to school, there's some breakfast sandwiches in the kitchen for you :)'
he ate his food in silence and while he would've preferred yours or even billy and tommy's presence, he hasn't felt this at ease as he is now. the sense of calmness at how... domestic, if he's making sense.
from then on, he'd always ask about your well-being. just a simple 'everything okay?' or 'anyone bothering you?' since the it's the least he can do.
he won't admit it but he absolutely adores assisting you in picking billy and tommy up in school.
normality was one thing, but it gives him a reason to glare at anyone who looks at you the wrong way.
well, he does it too but he knows his boundaries.
and then, there's syverson. that brooding bastard.
rick's words, not mine.
they've met a couple of times, mostly when they're both out to check their mailbox or in the gym working (or trying to catch a glimpse of you).
and by met a couple of times, i mean 'nodding curtly at each other and be on their way'.
upon meeting you, there's an unspoken rivalry between the two. now no longer greeting with a silent nod but instead, staring down at each other. loathing, for lack of a better word.
sy growing closer to you was just as personal as rick's.
walking home together whenever you both are at the gym, meeting and helping the williams' as your parents when he stumbled upon you tending their flowers (and unknowingly making him the second candidate for you by mrs williams) but there's one night in particular that stood out to him the most.
he found you standing on your front porch, marvelling at the starry night. you seemed absolutely content and without a care in the world. he couldn't help himself by doing the same and tease you a little.
"first time seeing the stars?" you lost your composure at the husky voice coming the house on your right. through your attempts to calm you rapidly beating heart, you chuckled.
"no, just a little amazed to see so many," it's true — it's not often you'd see the sky littered with them so you're taking in as much as you can.
"the boys not at home?" he didn't think he'd actually seem interested in knowing the boys' well-being but here we are.
"nope, they're in the city with their cousins for the night," they're not even in their 20s and you're already worried of the day that they might not need you anymore. you know they'd still love you but they'd have their own lives, meaning you might not be their main priority.
noticing the change in your demeanour, sy did the courtesy of changing the subject.
"you had your dinner already?" you shot him a thankful smile before shaking your head.
"not yet. making lasagna, though. you?"
"i was just about to make something," he's not a michelin chef but he knows how to cook the necessary.
"why not join me?" you surprised both him and yourself by your offer but you could really use some company. sy's always been laidback with you and you hoped you didn't tarnish that by doing this.
"you sure? don't wanna cause you anymore trouble by making another plate,"
"please," you snorted, "i made enough to keep as leftovers for when the boys come home,"
thus, that's how he spent the night. your house was cozy and the dinner was beyond his expectation. nothing could beat a good home-cooked food, let alone when so much love is put into it.
he didn't leave right after dinner, not when he's already deep into whatever the conversation was that night. he felt at ease for once — obliged to, even. no facade nor fear of showing weaknesses, even for a few hours. he went back home just hours before tommy and billy's arrival. despite not wanting to when you seemed so relaxed in your bed. he stroked your hair for a few minutes and on his way, even if he was tempted to kiss your forehead.
none of you spoke up about that night, but you may or may not have noticed how laxed he became with you and even your boys. he never had any issues with them, he wanted to make sure he's not the reason why they're scared to be out in the front yard whenever with him.
you thought he was just finally loosening up to you the same way rick trusted you with his feelings. you didn't think it could go beyond that.
but the universe had other plans, thus brings you to the bar today.
'stay home,' rick contemplated whether to do the thing he's always wanted but what's stopping him is rejection. he can accept it but the aftermath of it? where there's a possibility you won't talk to him the same way anymore?
that terrifies him. and he needs a moment.
"i'll be right back, okay?" he stood up from his seat and navigated the cramped restroom somewhere. you wondered if you brought up anything bad for him to run off like that but stayed put nonetheless.
and just like before, your lack of company didn't last long.
"(y/n)?" your stomach flipped at distinguishable husky voice and found another sight to behold.
"sy, hey," you smiled and so did he, just not as wide as yours. he never liked anyone calling him as such so who knew he'd be more than okay with now?
albeit, it's only for your usage.
by now, the angry mom club had either left because they couldn't witness the sight of both the captain and colonel approaching you without hesitance or is still in the bar, trying to comfort the 'leader' of the squad who's busy muttering 'why doesn't anyone love me' through her drunken state.
even though we're talking about the same person who's a ceo, has a husband who's actually faithful for once (but purposely antagonized), a dream house and three kids who are as open-hearted as your boys. but okay i guess, linda.
okay, back to you!
"seems like you have a lot in your mind," the hint of concern in his eyes were enough to tell you that he was genuinely worried for you. he motioned to the seat next you as if to say 'mind if I take a seat?'.
"please, go ahead," you patiently waited for him to order his drink before continuing, "nah, i was just wondering what to do this weekend,"
"the boys aren't around?" thank god he stopped himself from sounding hopeful.
"out in the city having game night with their cousins," he hummed and easily downed his shot. he needed it after a slight chaos that happened in the base, "what about you? got any plans?"
"no, work's been tough with the boys," he turned to you, "it's like taking care of a bunch of kids,"
"excuse you," you tutted, "my boys are wonderful,"
"never said they weren't," he replied nonchalantly, hiding his amusement behind the glass. the laughs dimmed down to a comfortable silence, or, the silence between both of you. it's a bar, after all. but he grew curious of the half-empty glass next to yours.
"you came with a friend?" you shook your head.
"no, rick came in after I did," your turned your head to the restroom, "speaking of, where is he?"
unbeknownst to you, this was their plan all along. by now, they're aware of how you had to take life by the horns but deep down, you're yearning for someone to take that role for you. you needed someone to tell you that you're doing a good job.
praise you the way you deserve.
you wanted someone to guide you for once and yes; that includes behind closed doors.
and though rick and sy despised each other, if there's something they can agree on, it's to please you. be there for you the same way you did for them. so, that's what they did.
they agreed.
"(y/n)," sy's almost authoritative tone grabbed your attention. it's not the same tone he'd use on his comrades but enough to cause a stomach flip in you, "flag and i have been talking,"
oh? now that you think about it, you've never seen the two talk at all.
"about...?" you trailed off in such a meek voice, only to jump in your seat when you felt someone's breath tickled the back of your neck.
"about you," rick whispered as he took his seat, ignoring sy who looked at him in irritation for successfully drawing the submissiveness out of you before he did.
"a-ah," you stuttered, "w-what about me that's so interesting?"
"what's not interesting about you, sweetheart?" sy's hand took ahold of yours, the callousness contrasted with his gentle touch. he left a few kisses on the back of your hand, all while maintaining his eye contact with you. that, plus rick wrapping one arm around your waist with your back almost against him, you could pass out at any given moment, "compassionate, considerate, graceful,"
"and yet stern when she needs to be," rick added in, remembering how you shot someone down for vocally insulting your sons for no valid reason, "has anyone ever told you how much of a good girl you are?"
now that right there is a hazard. you didn't know how to answer to that. they noticed how you squeezed your thighs together and smirked. you're so glad boss wasn't around to see this but then again, he's probably in on this too.
"flag asked you a question, sweetheart," sy nearly growled at the sound of your little whimpers, both from his intense gaze and rick peppering kisses on your shoulder.
"n-no," you nearly shrieked as rick's lips found your sensitive spot in between your neck and shoulder blade, "no one's ever c-called me their good girl..."
their good girl.
"would you like us to?" your eyes widened at the usage of 'us' instead of 'me', meaning they were both onto this. they both wanted you. they both yearned for you, "you can spend the weekend with me," rick continued.
"or me," sy argued, prompting a click of a tongue from the colonel before focusing back on you.
"or him. but for now, we've both agreed on something," rick gently turned your head back to look into his eyes.
"that is...?"
"let us treat you the way you deserve,"
the journey back to your home was a blur, especially when you're sandwiched between men shaped as greek gods. between sy's french kissing and rick's hands roaming under your dress, it's amazing how your knees haven't buckled yet. that, or one of them is just helping you from doing so.
on one hand, you're extremely nervous — you trust them more than you have ever trusted anyone, but it's been so long since you've been intimate, let alone with more than one person at once.
"don't do that," rick mumbled behind your ear, nosing your hair, "don't doubt yourself,"
you didn't question how he knew, too fixated on his hand creeping down under the hem of your dress.
"fuck," rick ran his fingers up and down your clothed sex, imagining the intoxicating taste on his lips already, "baby girl, you're fucking wet already,"
sy's kisses intensified, groaning at the idea of your wet panties even before the real deal. it didn't take long until they brought you up to your room, now in your thigh high socks and soaking panties while they only had their shirts off.
when sy asked if you had lube, you didn't think much of it. that is, until you heard him chuckle lowly, only then did you remember.
your butt plug.
"naughty girl," he inspected the toy — stainless steel with a pink jewel at the end of it. the combination of innocence yet eroticism was enough rile both him and rick up, "who knew you'd have such a dirty little toy,"
"i-..." you wanted to defend yourself. it's a completely normal human nature, right? just because you haven't slept with anyone for so long doesn't mean you were a celibate either.
"who did you think about you played with your little pussy, darlin'?" rick gently pushed you on the bed and hovered over your side on one arm, trailing his other hand down to your clit. your cheeks burned at the question because you thought about both of them. you shook your head so cutely, gripping the sheets at either side of your head.
but that wasn't enough. sy sat at the opposite side and out of the blue, he slapped your ass. you arched your back as your body heat only grew at the sensation.
"oh, you like that, don't you?" he massaged the reddening cheek, causing your hips to buck into his hands and rick's teasing fingers, "when we ask you a question, we expect an answer, baby,"
he had his authoritative tone back on and you quickly answered.
"y-yes, I do l-love it, sy," you tilted your head back, "rick... fuck, please don't stop,"
"not yet," you whined when he pulled his fingers away, only to be silenced by his lips on yours, "we need to make sure you can follow orders, so first, go ahead and rest against the headboard and spread your legs,"
you tilted your head but nevertheless sluggishly moved back to the headboard. you felt so exposed but didn't dare to disobey them any further.
for now.
"look at you," sy commented in approval, "you're so sexy when you can follow our orders," you dug your heels into the mattress, looking down momentarily until he approached your side, "now, what we want you to do is simple,"
he passed you your butt plug before walking over to your velvet office chair. you looked at rick questioningly, whose eyes only grew more dangerous at the sight of the toy in your hand.
"well, go on," rick propped one leg on the bed while the other dropped to the side of it, opening the fly of his pants, "be our good girl and play yourself with it. we want that toy of yours in your tight hole before you can have either of us,"
you didn't think it was possible to feel anymore turned on than you are now, but this was a different level of sexy. they licked their lips at the sight of your pussy clenching around nothing and if they don't feel or even taste you anytime soon, so help them.
sy was already seated in your office chair while rick was close enough to reach your ankle if he wanted to. their cocks were out and ready to see you at your most debauched.
slowly but surely, you sat just a little, only to drool onto your clit, letting it trail down your hole, taking pride in the groans coming from both men. sy had the plug lubed up but what's the harm in taking precautionary measures, right?
you brought the toy down your clit, breath hitching at the coldness of it before teasing your lips. the started off slow, wrapping their hands around the base of their cocks and pumping it up and down slowly. you bit your lips at the beads of precum leaking onto their hands.
unable to tease them and yourself any longer, you ground your hips against the toy and clenched around the tip.
"fucking hell," sy's groans were silenced by the slicks sounds of their pumping. if you were this hot and bothered by just the little toy, they could only imagine the raging pleasure once it's their turn, "on your knees, sweetheart. let's see that ass on display,"
you did as he told, rubbing your pussylips with both hands and finally feeling yourself in the best way.
"slap your pussy for us, baby," you didn't hesitate at rick's order and tapped your slit a couple of times. you were almost drooling on the sheets already.
rick was salivating at the sight of your pretty wet pussy and fuck, if he didn't have anymore self control, he would've shoved his tongue into you right then and there. sy, on the other hand was clenching his jaw — he didn't want to cum just yet, he's not even in the best part yet.
"get that shiny pink plug nice and slick before you shove it in," sy commanded you with that gruffly voice of his and you'd be damned if you weren't going to follow it all. your blindly guided the toy up to your tight hole, grinding into it and imagining it as one of their cocks or even their thick fingers. finally, you deliciously moaned at the fullness, rutting against the silky sheets.
"oh, fuck, look at that," rick moved his hips rhythmically, the images of fucking you from behind was too much to bear, "finger yourself, darlin', show us how wet you really are,"
moving your free hand underneath, you eased in a finger and rocked yourself against your hand. it didn't take long till a second finger made its way in, whimpering into your pillow that sent shivers down their spines.
"fuck this, i can't take it anymore, come here," suddenly, rick dragged you closer to him by the ankles, earning a shriek when your fingers dug deeper into you, "don't stop at my account, okay?"
and just like that, he shoved his tongue into your pussy, keeping you grounded by gripping your thighs apart.
"ah! f-fuuuck, rick," you cried out, fisting the blanket as his tongue reached into your most vulnerable, "i-i can't-"
"you can and you will," sy stood in front of you in all his glory, bending down a little to caress your face, "you're our good girl, aren't you?"
"i am...! i am a good g-girl.."
"whose?"
"y-yours...!" rick smacked your ass from behind, "y-yours! and rick's!"
sy narrowed his eyes at the colonel but didn't call him out on it. no, he had other businesses to take care of.
"yes you are," his breaths grew heavy at your obedience and took the spot of leaning against the headboard, "is my good girl aching to suck my cock?"
"i do..." you pathetically begged, biting your lips at the majestic size of it — his was little girthier while rick's seemed a little longer. nonetheless, it's going to be quite the ride to fit them in. speak of the devil; rick replaced your two fingers with one of his, confirming your fantasies that their fingers were absolutely thick.
"suck those fingers, sweetheart," sy eyed your digits that's covered in your juices, his cock pulsating when you bravely maintained eye contact as your soft lips took in your fingers. as soon as you take it out, he took your face in both hands before crashing his lips into yours, savouring the rousing taste.
"go ahead," he whispered when he pulled away. he would've asked you to beg even further but even he has his limits. plus, you've been following orders so well, you deserve a little break.
you would've thanked him but with rick's broad tongue and the butt plug in your ass? maybe it's best to do so later.
you slowly licked the base up to the tip, sucking in a breath when you could practically feel the veins. the precum dripped down onto your tongue before spitting it back on the crown of his cock. you were about to shut your eyes at rick's second finger when sy forced you to look up at him by the back of your head.
a gentle(r) reminder not to close your eyes at this very moment.
you continued your kitten licks around his shaft, elated at the way it jumps at every of your ministration. but you didn't tease him for long — you needed him now.
you wrapped a hand around his base, blinking at how big it truly is before snapping out of it. you were already moaning around his cock before you could even bob your head up and down. rick really wasn't going easy on you.
you looked up at the captain through your lashes, taking in the sight of his head back and mouth open. his hold onto your head neither tightened nor loosened. rick's fingers were knuckles deep and you were pretty sure you were going to cum soon, especially when he's picking up the pace.
the squelching coming from behind you brought sy out of his daze, only to realize that you were getting close.
"is baby girl going to cum soon?" his eyes darkened at the mixture of drool and precum coating his shaft, "why don't you beg for it?"
with his hand on the back of your neck, you released him with a 'pop', a string of saliva connected between your lips and his tip.
"r-rick..." you called his name weakly, eye fluttering to shut when sy's thumb caressed your lips from his shaft to lap at the spit-precum concoction before continuing, "please let m-me cum..."
"aww, darlin'," he taunted, both his saliva and your juices ran down his chin, "you can do better than that," he took ahold your butt plug, pushing it in and out just a little, "turn around, rest your back against syverson's front for me,"
your limps were nearly jelly at this point so you're glad sy carried you around as if you were weightless. his cock throbbed behind you whilst rick's wasn't any better — fucking his own hand but it was all worth it.
sy snaked one arm around your waist, tilting your chin up with the other hand so he could give you all the chaste kisses. rick's hand forced your legs open, prompting you to grab onto sy's forearm that's wrapped around your body.
"can you give me the sweetest begging? then you can cum as much you'd like,"
sy held your jaw in his hand and rested his forehead against yours, "you heard him. beg."
and begging, you did, babe.
"please rick! please let cum! I'm-I'm gonna squirt-!" you eyes popped open at the last part, and so did sy's and rick's.
squirt, huh?
"my baby can squirt too?" rick's fingers reached in a part that nearly pushed you over the edge, "can you squirt around my thick fingers? can you do that, pretty girl?"
"yes! please, f-fuck yes," you just needed your release and as promised, he fingerfucked you like there's no tomorrow. his tongue tried to capture each drops of your juices while sy held you down. his breathy moans in your ear didn't help either and before you knew it, your eyes rolled back before gushing all over rick's fingers, mouth and chin. sy purposely bit your neck to hear you cry out in ecstacy.
you couldn't help but shake in sy's arms as he cooed.
"you did so well, sweetheart," he licked the little bits of sweat off of your neck, "my good girl,"
even in your fucked-out state, you gave him the most irresistible smile. you lazily turned your attention to rick, bashful at essence dripping down his chin.
"s-sorry," you played the edges of your thigh high socks, only to be snatched out of sy's arms and into rick's.
"don't," he warned lightly, "you did what i asked you to do, didn't you?"
"mhm," you nodded in his chest.
"then I don't see why you need to be sorry," he concluded, his chest rumbling out of delight. you purred in his touch but immediately froze up at the captain's next words.
"but it's not over yet, baby," he had a sinister look on his face, and so did rick, "what do you say? you up for another round, sweetheart?"
what do you say?
there's not way you could leave them high and dry, right?
'cause let's just say; with that flexibility of yours? riding sy's cock while sucking rick's after is only the beginning of it all.
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-> lol a mess. next time, i'm writing in bullet point form + i'm no smut writer but joel kinnaman fics has me in a chokehold.
-> reve road is just my interpretation of a neighbourhood where milf!reader + your favourite men lives in!
-> anyway! it's time we show some love for my current rick flag & cpt syverson obsessions (smut and/or fluff-focused)!
r. flag:
r e a d e v e r y t h i n g by @babblydrabbly
again, e v e r y t h i n g by @lacontroller1991
remedy & welcome home by @sweetfictionalworld
cpt. syverson:
homeland & make me your future history by @cruelfvkingsummer
vignettes series by @invisibleanonymousmonsters
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Could you do an Angelina Jolie x Reader where I was just never the right time 2 tell Angie but finally one night after one of the Eternals premieres they do & the kids love it?
finally- angelina jolie
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summary: you've been in love with your bestfriend for years, and one day you decide to come clean.
word count: 1.8k
warnings: mild swearing
a/n: i got another request v similar to this one by @mainly-rebloging-fics-i-like.
you and angie had been best friends for years, having met on the set of foxfire in 1996. you two were practically inseparable since then and were always there for each other on your quick rise to fame. you were always seen together on and off-screen.
you two had become an iconic hollywood friendship.
friendship.
the word hurt like a ton of bricks and you so wished you could be more.
you'd feel a pang every time you'd see it on a magazine headline. it seemed as though the universe was rubbing it in that you had been in love with your best friend for over twenty years.
you'd never intended for it to get like this. first, it was her boyfriends, then marriage, and then kids. you just never seemed to get the chance to tell her. now it was too late for you, you thought.
your most recent project was the eternals, a marvel movie angelina was in, too. it had become highly anticipated by everyone, including the cast.
it was about a month away from the premiere and you were headed to angelina's house. jason bolden had offered to style both of you and you were going to finalize plans. on your way, you stopped at a grocery store to pick up candy for the kids. as you waited in line, you scanned over the gossip magazines. one caught your eye, the headline reading,
angelina jolie seen out on a date. is she over brad?
you rolled your eyes, browsing the subheading claiming that she was dating again. you knew it was bs immediately by the poor quality photo taken from a good distance away. it had obviously been misinterpreted, anyone with eyes and a brain cell could tell. nonetheless, the magazine still seemed to put you in a pissy mood, even if you hadn't quite noticed it.
when you walked through the door, you noticed angie sitting on the couch.
"i'm here," you greeted.
immediately, you were hounded by her children. you lifted the bags of candy above your head, hearing protests from her children, although they could probably reach the bags if they wanted to.
"woah, nice to see you, too," you taunted.
"guys," angie warned gently from the couch where she was looking over at you.
"thank you," you said before walking into her kitchen to place the bags down. as you walked, you heard a chorus of questions as her kids asked about the candy.
"did you bring reese's?" one called.
"did you bring sour patch kids?" another asked at the same time.
"is there any chocolate?" you heard as well.
"i've known every single one of you since you joined this family, i think i'd remember what candies you guys like," you said as you handed it out.
they all thanked you and you took a seat next to angelina on the couch.
"i never understood why you didn't have kids of your own," she stated, handing you a hot cup of coffee.
"i guess i just never met the right person," you muttered, the words hurting you to say. the right person was right in front of you.
"i thought you and-" she began.
"when's jason supposed to get here?" you cut her off, causing her to give you a look of confusion.
"he should be here in like ten minutes," she answered, hints of uncertainty still present in her voice.
you continued to talk, avoiding the topic of before. angelina was hoping your reaction was from lack of sleep or something, she hated to see you hurting.
when jason arrived, he began talking in his usual excited tone. usually, his enthusiastic energy would spread to you, but not today. you had zoned out twenty minutes into his arrival, your thoughts centred on the magazine headline and how you wished the gorgeous woman next to you was yours, how despite not wanting an overly public relationship, you wanted to be the one spotted on a date with her.
"y/n," angelina called for the third time, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"yeah?" you answered.
"we've finalized the plan, are you onboard?" jason asked.
"oh, um, yeah," you nodded.
"y/n, can we talk in private quickly," angelina asked.
"sure," you said, getting up and following her to a guest room somewhere nearby but not near enough others could hear your conversation.
"what's up with you today?" she asked after shutting the door.
"nothing," you shrugged.
"i've known you for twenty years, i know when you're lying to me," she said.
"seriously, it's nothing," you scoffed.
"does this have anything to do with the plan for the premiere, we can change that if you want," she said, trying her hardest to figure out what was wrong with you.
"no, the plan is fine," you answered.
"then what is it?" she asked, you could hear the concern in her voice.
"it was just a magazine," you muttered reluctantly.
"a magazine? what did it say?" she questioned, taking a seat on the bed next to you.
you moved back so you were sitting against the headboard, while she sat cross-legged in front of you.
"it's not important, it'll pass," you dismissed.
"it won't," she said firmly.
"it will," you replied.
"no," she said, her tone lighter this time.
"yes," you answered, a small smile forming on your face as you knew what was about to happen. it was something that had happened many times before.
you went back and forth, 'yes' and 'no' being the only words heard in the room. eventually, you both burst into giggles.
"so are you gonna tell me what was on the magazine that upset you so much?" she asked, still smiling.
"i can't. you'll laugh," you said, still laughing lightly.
"i won't," she laughed.
"it said you went out on a date with one of those shitty photos from a mile away," you confessed lightheartedly.
"and that upset you?" she said in a slightly mocking tone, moving to sit next to you.
"yes," you laughed.
now, you were shoulder to shoulder, and your faces were inches apart as you made eye contact.
"and why is that?" she whispered, moving her face closer to yours. you could feel her breath on your lips as she spoke gently and your heart seemed to get caught in your throat.
"do i really need to say it?" you whispered, your lips only centimetres apart.
"i'd like to hear you say it," she teased.
"i love you," you whispered.
finally, your lips connected in a heated but gentle kiss that had been put off for decades. you could feel her smile against your lips and you couldn't help but smile, too.
just as you were about to pull apart, the door abruptly opened.
"mom, we wanted to know if- woah," shiloh began.
you quickly separated and your cheeks began to heat up as you looked to the doorway where five out of six children and jason stood, not knowing how to react.
"yes!" you heard jason cheer from behind, "i've gotta go rethink this whole thing!"
"is this gonna be a thing, now?" maddox asked.
"yeah, i think so," angie confirmed happily.
"finally!" zahara cheered as the rest of the kids smiled wide before shutting the door and walking away.
"what were they gonna do?" you heard vivienne ask, her voice muffled.
"they were gonna have s-" knox began before being aggressively shushed by his older siblings.
angie let out a small laugh before turning to kiss you again, marking the beginning of your relationship.
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the day of the premiere rolled around and everyone in the jolie-pitt household was ecstatic. you and angie decided you weren't going to hide your relationship while there but weren't going to totally confirm it either. you spent the entirety of the day getting ready; hair, makeup, nails, etc.
finally, the time to go came. you got in your respective cars and all through the drive, you were nervous, scared that you would be too obvious or not obvious enough.
you stepped out of the car and began to walk to where the interviewers were. the crowd began to cheer loudly and you stopped for a couple photos. at the noise, angelina turned around, smiling when she saw you.
you walked up next to her and kumail, greeting the interviewers. kumail continued to answer his question, giving you two a knowing look. angie leaned over to whisper something in your ear.
"you look gorgeous," she had said.
"so do you," you said back, sending her a loving smile which she returned.
she reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers as the interviewer began to direct some questions at you. as you spoke, she subtly played with your fingers while sending you loving glances every now and again. the same behaviour was followed on the red carpet, where you reunited with her children. as you walked down the carpet, she refused to let your hand go, not that you were complaining. when the premiere ended, you were sure that you'd sent enough signs for viewers to pick up on.
-
another day came where you'd be spending the day with angelina and her family. you followed your usual routine, heading to the store for candy. as you stood in line, you looked over at the magazines that had upset you just over two months ago. on the cover of one magazine was a photo of you and angelina at the premiere where she was looking over at you in a way that had never been caught on camera before. the headline read,
has y/n y/l/n and angelina jolie's long-time friendship budded into something more?
with a smile on your face, you picked up the magazine and put it in your basket to buy.
when you arrived at her house, you dropped all the candy on a kitchen counter. you grabbed the magazine and dropped it on angie's lap when you found her seated reading a book outside. she smiled, letting out a soft laugh before flipping through the pages to find a detailed article examining our behaviours.
"do you wanna?" she asked and you knew exactly what she was referring to.
"you think we should?" you asked.
she nodded, biting her lip to try and contain some of her excitement. you opened instagram, clicked on the plus and scrolled through the camera roll. you picked out your favourite photo of the two of you kissing, simply putting "❤️" as a caption before posting it for the world to see.
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MILGRAM theory time: Haruka!
This isn't going to go super in depth (famous last words) but there's a few heavily debated parts of Haruka's MV I want to share my findings/thoughts on because I think this is my new special interest and during my quest to get best boy's song to 1 million views I have been looking over his first MV with a fine tooth comb so to speak.
Disclaimer: As the Jackalope said in the "This is the MILGRAM" trailer, we don't necessarily know everyone's crime from just the first video, its possible that a lot of things will be re-contextualized in the second MV, however I am not psychic or bilingual and thus will only be working with content released before August 20th 2021 and translated into English (which could cause some language/cultural details to be lost on me as translation is not a 1 to 1 process).
TW for discussions of ableism, child abuse, murder and animal death. Also this is really long so sorry to all the people that follow me for non-MILGRAM stuff
Firstly, I want to start on the topic of Haruka as a person. He is disabled. He does not have 'the mind of a child' (although he is 17, making him legally a minor in both North America and Japan). He is not just 'child-like'. And he is not mentally ill (well he might be, in the sense that many disabilities like Haruka's have strong comorbidities [where a person has two or more conditions but neither directly causes the other] with anxiety, depression and PTSD, but usually when I see people talk about him 'struggling with mental illness' they go on to refer to aspects of his disability). Sometimes on tumblr, people like myself, will see canonical traits written into a character and identify them as being traits associated with our disabilities/mental illness and headcanon them as such. Sometimes this even involves saying things like "It's basically canon!" Although we understand that these characters were probably not the result of a writer intending to write a disabled person. When I say that Haruka is being written as a person with a neurodevelopmental disability, I mean the writer intended to write a disabled character and wrote them in a way that they wanted the audience to pick up on. As an autistic person (which is one of many neurodevelopmental disorders and also something I probably didn't have to specify because who else would be writing an essay about a series they got into a few days ago at 11 o'clock at night) I really like how Haruka has been written so far. There's definitely some parts of him that have been exaggerated so abled normies can pick up on his disability (namely how his MV 's main motif is really child-like drawings) but the writers also included a lot of smaller details I appreciate like how it is noted he avoids eye contact when talking to other people and is depicted as nervously pulling at his sleeves in official artwork, or how he says he finds his prison uniform (which has tight straps) 'relaxing' and when he gets nervous/tense, he will dig his fingernails into the palm of his hands. (These last two potential being examples of 'self stimulation' [aka stimming] where a person seeks out specific sensory stimuli in order to help regulate their nervous system/emotions, in this case the tight uniform creates a comforting, secure feeling [you may have heard about some people preferring to sleep under weighted blankets for this reason] and digging nails into his palms sounds uncomfortable/painful but is done in an attempt to deal with a greater sensory discomfort caused by the situation/environment) I also appreciate the depth he is written with, he struggles to communicate verbally but in his MV and interactions with other inmates is shown to have insecurities, opinions and a consistent thought process (this is all basic character stuff but unfortunately not always present in disabled characters)
Also I want to add that (in terms of what we've been shown so far) Haruka did not kill anyone because of his disability/mental illness. Disabled people are not inherently more innocent than abled people. But there is no disability/mental illness where a symptom is that you kill people and real people have to live with the stigma when you speak carelessly and suggest things like "Haruka is the kind of mentally ill person who kills people as a cry for help" 🧂 (or at the very least real people have to read BS like that and cringe). TL;DR Haruka is less child-like and more onion-like (as in, he has layers) 🧅🧅🧅
Now is the actual theory stuff, oops:
Every prisoner in MILGRAM is supposed to have committed murder in some way, obviously considering Yuno just had an abortion (which i personally do not consider an act of murder) whilst Mu literally stabbed someone to death, this definition is stretched a bit. But it is not agreed upon yet who Haruka killed/how many people he killed or why he killed.
In his MV he is shown to have chased after his dog into a forest, seen something off-screen, then beaten something into a messy pulp with a rock. Some people think the dog is a red herring and that Haruka actually killed his mother/the girl from the fireworks show/his brother. I do not agree.
First: I believe Haruka when he says he doesn't have a brother. The MV literally starts by Haruka looking in the mirror and then switching between the him now
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and a really similar looking younger child who just so happened to be a key feature of his memories (I don't have the vocabulary to explain it but its like cinematic parallels that establish this is the same person at different points of their life)
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Its not impossible that this is Haruka's secret younger brother, but i think its unlikely. I saw someone saying they had to be different people because Haruka looks less happy than the child but like, most 17 year olds are less visibly happy than when they were 7 (or however old the child is meant to be). Life happens.
So when Haruka is shown pushing the child around and eventually strangling him, this isn't meant to be literal (homicide or suicide), but a representation of how conflicted Haruka feels about his younger self, who may have committed the murder (if you've ever been kept awake cringing at memories of something you said in the past and wishing you could go slap some sense into your former self, this is like that but 10 times more self loathing). The lyric "I am always repeating yesterday," implies he might think about this specific past event a lot.
Moving on, its pretty well accepted that Haruka's parents were abusive in some way and Haruka internalised a lot of it: he constantly apologises, he says in his interrogation questions that his one wish come true is that "[he] want[s] to be loved" and describes in his MV how when he couldn't find the words he was looking for ("you're unfair") one of his parents "would get angry at me and say “You’re hopeless.”". He seems to know its unfair but also still says he 'loves' his family, possibly mistakenly believing it is his fault, but also showing an awareness of his situation (and how his parents might behave).
Now, the MV is stylised in a way that makes certain details unclear, but there is one clear detail showing that Haruka's dog was killed
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This is the first close up of Haruka and the dog. Haruka's mother is just out of frame supervising, but they look pretty happy. Notice how the puppy has a silvery chain for a collar. Somehow, this dog gets out of the house but only Haruka is shown chasing after it (whether his mother was searching elsewhere or didn't bother following her disabled son into the forest is unclear). Either way, young Haruka is now in the forest, unsupervised.
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By the time he finds the dog, there is already blood, suggesting it was initally attacked by something else.
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is this a sigh of relief from a boy whose finally found his beloved pet or a jealous weakling glad that nature took its course and he is finally free of that meddling mutt stealing all his mummy's attention? /j
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I think this shock at the discovery that 'there is blood on his hands' could imply that rather than literally getting the blood from his dog, Haruka has seen his already injured dog and realises that if the dog got out because of him (he is previously shown to be aware his parents seem to blame him for everything) then he is the reason his dog is injured/dying and will be blamed for it. (this scene plays over the lyrics "It’s fine, though it’s really not It’s really fine, though I don’t really think so When I tried to understand it, You’ll make that disappointed face again" suggesting he is trying to avoid making his parents disappointed and letting the family pet escape into danger is something that could make them very disappointed)
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now we get into rock murder (this is present-day Haruka implying that this is either: not how the scene really played out; the writers really wanting the audience to know that this was Haruka's doing and not someone else's; or this turns into a separate incident that happened much later [although note that the red sky and blue moon is the same as when young Haruka first appears at the start])
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b the corpse is beyond mangled now, but its clearly the dog because the silver chain collar is still there, to the right of the body. (circled in red for your convenience :3)
My hypothesis is: Haruka didn't set out to kill his dog, but upon finding it injured (we don't know the severity aside from bleeding and also it not being able to run away from Haruka kneeling down above it w/ a big rock so it could range from treatable with a lot of vet help to already on death's door, TBH I don't think Haruka would know the difference) He knew he'd be blamed for this; made into a villain who let the poor puppy come to harm. He panicked and killed the dog out of some idea that it would make him the victim here (since he'd be found crying over a dog corpse, which might make a parent go comfort him rather than getting angry about what could've happened to the dog). This is over the lyrics: "I cried, I screamed I wanted to be a pitied and loved weakling I was in denial, I was in denial I just had to make sure I’ve become a victim, I’ve become a victim" (there's another theory that he was also jealous of the dog, which could work here too, since this is not some calculated plot; rather its a rash decision) This ties in with his Japanese song title (translated as Weakness) which is a play on a phrase sort of like "The strong eat, the weak do not" to become "The weak are eaten by society" or "The weak eat each other to survive" [once again I am reminding everyone this is based on second hand information from the youtube comments section (from users mitchki and Alphaistic) because I do not speak Japanese] This second meaning (The weak eat each other to survive) makes sense under the reading that Haruka killed his dog in order to 'survive' making his parents disappointed for the dog escaping.
Miscellaneous points:
We don't know where Haruka's necklace came from yet, it must be a gift since the most expensive thing he's ever bought was cotton candy. The younger child in the video isn't wearing it and neither is his mother or the girl in the purple dress.
Haruka's home seems quite big, at the start we can see a large flower garden outside the window and there's a forest in walking distance. This might suggest his family is quite wealthy
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Haruka probably did go to school at some point as homeschooling is not a legally accepted as an alternative to public schools in Japan. (However it is estimated that up to 5000 families homeschool, this is uncommon) A lot (about 62%) of Japanese schools apparently have a 'special needs' classes and there are about 505 schools focused on educating intellectually disabled students (although I do not know which sort Haruka would've needed as whilst intellectual and development disabilities can be comorbid they aren't the same). Now, if children aged 7-14 don't go to school, their parents receive a fine, but its possible that if Haruka's parents are wealthy, they just paid it to avoid sending him to school. (This might imply they wanted to hide him or were generally ashamed of him in some way) However high school education (for students over 14) is not legally required and its likely that even if Haruka went to elementary/middle school, he hasn't been around people his own age in at least 3 years. As he seems quite lonely and glad that the other prisoners give him attention.
I don't think Haruka's parents are divorced and if they are, its not his father who left. Haruka mentions in the 30 questions that he thinks he disappointed his father. But still includes him as part of his family ("My father and mother and me"). A theory I've seen is that his father was disappointed by his son being disabled and left. but developmental disabilities (especially in non verbal and semi verbal children like Haruka) can be diagnosed before the age of 3, so I feel it is unlikely that Haruka would bring up his father if he left that early in Haruka's life
All MILGRAM prisoners have covered one of DECO*27's older vocaloid songs (DECO*27 is a well known producer who composes the music for MILGRAM) Haruka covered 'Two Breaths Walking' (https://youtu.be/puXLfVWrz2Q) which is about a boy's first relationship and how his mother's jealousy set him up for failure as the relationship becomes toxic (specifically it has some very funny out of context lines like "Whose breasts are you sucking on now?") so yeah, mommy issues: the song (Also: some people say in the song, the boy kills the girl at the end, but this isn't literal, TBW is the first of a trilogy of songs about the same relationship, it is followed by Android girl then Two Breaths Walking: Reloaded and the story resolves with the couple reuniting as adults and getting in the relationship again, although its not necessarily as abusive as before, its still implied to be codependant ending on the line 'We should live like oxygen tanks, sucking breathe from the words each of us exhale, until our last breathe')
In all seriousness, the scene where younger Haruka is walking through the city with his mother but it keeps repeating until older Haruka pulls the younger one away might indicate an attempt to focus the happier memories of his parents (since this is also over the lyrics "Why is it breaking? Tell me why? Please don’t change If I tried and couldn’t say it, You would get angry at me and say “You’re hopeless.”" which depict a worse scene) I think both his parents are still physically present but have become far more emotionally distant, not giving him as much attention, which exacerbates his loneliness from not having any friends his own age to talk to
And if one of his parents did leave? I think its likely his mother since she is shown disappearing out of his reach after the dog-incident (inferring she got angry/disappointed in Haruka anyway) This could also be where he got his necklace from: Its something his mother used to wear (although this is 100% a guess) and that's why its shown to be important to him
This one is just me, but i didn't realise until a rewatch that when Haruka is watching the younger him and the girl running together, the background has fireworks. Haruka mentions fireworks being a key memory to him so I wonder if this was one of the first/last times he got to make a friend...
On three separate occasions in the interrogation, Haruka mentions not liking animals. Despite this, he is depicted as sleeping with a rabbit plush and on his birthday art (I'd include that too but tumblr only allows 10 pictures per post, so here's a link) he is standing next to a giant blueberry and strawberry cake with two bunny themed biscuits at the side. Through my experiences of seeing Japanese fandom art on pixiv, sometimes rabbits are used to insinuate a character is cute and timid in fanart.
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Meaningless details: Haruka sleeps with his necklace on; he sleeps on a bed and not a futon; at first I thought he woke up holding his plush's hand but his hand is merely next to the toy; and considering the state of the pillow and blanket, I wonder if he moves a lot in his sleep or if the is just because in this case he seems to be waking up from a nightmare about the dog incident...
Final note: I've spent so many hours writing this I don't remember if i was building up to any big finale or not but I hope you enjoyed reading this! Feel free to add on in the comments/reblogs.
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