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sailoryooons · 7 months

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hali my love, for your halloween drabbles, i am in NEED of a grumpy vampire boyfriend yoongi who’s mean to everyone but u (it’s my fav trope ever, i’m a basic bitch lmfaoooo) 😭🙏 maybe add some fluff and smut ? do whatever u desire with it babe, just know i love u so so much !! 💌🦋

❀ Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x f. reader

❀ Summary: Yoongi is none too pleased about the movie that Seokjin has selected for the weekly movie night. You know just how to cheer him up.

❀ Word Count: 2,459

❀ Genre: Supernatural, Establish Relationship, Fluff, Smut,

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Warnings: Seokjin & Co. are making Yoongi’s life hell in the kitchen, mild teasing/ganging up on Yoongi as the vampire, general chaos, gruff Yoongi, explicit language, explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, blood drinking and biting, sort of voyeurism because people are in the next room over, Yoongi is a little needy, depictions of blood, brief cum eating, and this is largely unedited besides spell check.

❀ Published: October 14, 2023

❀ A/N: MARI MARI MARI! My love I have been waiting to do this request all week. I am literally so down bad for Yoongi who is a little cranky and yelling at everyone, only to turn to an absolute puddle who just wants to bite his baby’s neck when she walks in and kicks everyone out and yells at them for being mean to him. This was the perfect request ever - I love you so much and thank you thank you thank you! I hope you enjoy our boyfriend.

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment, or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“Can I have some-”

“No,” Yoongi tuts, cracking the top of Seokjin’s knuckles with the wooden spoon in his hand. Seokjin howls and yanks his hand away, skin reddening under the quick assault of Yoongi’s reflexes. “You can have it when it’s ready.”

“I’m the host!”

Yoongi looks around the spacious kitchen where his friends are carrying on. Taehyung is wrestling Jimin over the Bluetooth speaker while Hoseok swings his legs back and forth from where he sits on the counter, delighted as he flips through songs to orchestrate their fight. Jungkook giggles with his phone out, filming the bickering pair while Namjoon stands in the doorway, trying to decide if he wants to break them up or risk walking by them with the two bottles of wine in his hand.

Namjoon risks the wine and regrets it. Taehyung bumps into Namjoon immediately, causing the bottles to slip from his hand and shatter on the ground. Hoseok yells in fright and Yoongi’s hand grips the wooden spoon hard enough that it immediately splinters in his hand.

Seokjin immediately begins yelling and throwing his hand in the air, Taehyung starts accusing Jimin of pushing him into Namjoon on purpose, and Jungkook frantically opens and closes cabinets and drawers to look for towels.

Each sound of the chaos grates against Yoongi’s sensitive hearing. The smell of sweat on their skin, the pumping adrenaline and fright from Hoseok’s momentarily startle. It becomes too much and he feels the instinct to lash out curl up inside of him like a whip.

“Everyone out!” Yoongi hisses, hackles rising.

The sound of his voice cuts through the kitchen, stopping everyone in silence. Six pairs of eyes turn to look at where he stands at the stove, steam hitting his face. His gums ache where his fangs threaten to slip through, a sign of his irritation.

“But I’m the host!” Seokjin protests again.

Yoongi points the now-ruined spoon at him. “You, are doing fuck all as host.”

“You told me you’d cook!”

“I always cook!”

“Well, you’re the best at it! You’ve been doing it for like three hundred years!”

Yoongi hears you before he sees you. Immediately he picks up the shutting of the car door, the additional heartbeat as you walk up the drive. Even from the kitchen with the wine and the smell of his friends and the cooking food, Yoongi can smell your lavender scent from where he stands.

Immediately tension bleeds out of him. You let yourself into the house and find them in the kitchen, calling out for them as you step in and freeze, scanning the room. Your mouth forms an ‘o’ at the chaos and he watches you as your eyes drag to his, taking in the ruined cooking utensil, the wine of the floor, and his twitching lip.

You clap your hands together then. “Everyone out!” you order. “Out, out, out!”

Unlike when Yoongi orders everyone to do something, they all listen to you. Hoseok scrambles off the counter and bolts toward the living room, hot on Jimin and Taehyung’s heels who both give you sheepish laughs. Namjoon rubs the back of his neck awkwardly and spins on his heel to leave, Seokjin and Jungkook on his trail.

Once they’re gone, it’s just you and Yoongi in the kitchen, pasta nearly boiling over. You point to the pot, brows raised. “You focus on that, I’ll clean all this, okay?”

Fuck Yoongi loves you. Something as simple as giving directions and just addressing the mess with a plane soothes his irritated nerves. He nods, not taking his eyes off of you as he continues the meal. Yoongi is good at multi-tasking, and his favorite thing is to watch you even when you’re not looking.

Just being in the same room as you brings him peace. Hundreds of years of existence, and Yoongi has never known balance like this. Has never found someone who steadies his too-loud world, who brings him the silence that he needs.

Until you.

Even though Yoongi can hear the boys being rowdy in the living room, it’s silent in the kitchen. You begin sweeping glass, oh so careful not to cut your fingers, and put Yoongi on edge. He’s not worried - you’ve always taken extra steps to avoid bloodletting around him and unlike Namjoon, you’re good at it.

Yoongi wants you to come over to him. He chews on his lip as he works on sauce for the pasta. His eyes dart to you often, fingers flexing as if to reach out and beckon you over to him. You’ve only been in the house for ten minutes, but he wants to feel your warm skin beneath his fingertips. The heat of you is just a moment away.

When you finish, you come around the counter to greet him properly. His heart skips in his chest - for it does still beat - and Yoongi feels his mouth twitch upward and his edges soften out as you lean up to him, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

Your mouth is warm against his, lips soft. He sighs and melts into you, pressing his mouth against yours a little harder. He feels you smile against him before you nibble his bottom lip and pull away, looking up at him. “How’s it going?”

“Hm.”

You snake an arm around his waist and pull your hips flush together. He likes the closeness, the way your skin makes his buzz. His nose fills with the scent of lavender and the undercurrent of your blood, a smell so uniquely you that he could never forget it.

“Can I taste,” you as, pointing to the steaming veggies. Yoongi nods, finding a fork and stabbing a seasoned green bean from the pan. He offers it to you. He watches, hypnotized as your mouth works over it. You hum, brightening. “Ugh, unreal.”

He leans forward and steals a kiss, taking you by surprise. He licks into your mouth, tongue tasting the butter and salt, the sweetest of your lips. When he pulls away, you’re giving him a cursory glance. “Needy, huh?”

He feels himself flush. “Maybe.”

Your fingers squeeze his hips, making his heart flip.

“Why does she get to taste?” Seokjin’s voice shatters the moment. Yoongi looks over your head and bares his fangs, his eyes flashing from black to crimson, muscles rippling. Seokjin squeals and runs out of the kitchen, screaming. “He is hissing at me!”

Slowly, Yoongi’s fangs recede. He feels the feral instinct to tear out Seokjin’s throat recede, and looks down at you, where you watch him with mild amusement, arm still snug around his hips.

“They’re annoying me,” Yoongi says, as if to answer the silent question. “He picked Dracula to watch tonight.”

You arch a brow. “Is that so?” Yoongi pouts. You press a kiss to his shoulder and pat his waist. “Finish up in here and I’ll make sure they’re all set out there.”

Hunger rolls through him, uncontrolled. He feels it swift, a dam breaking. He watches you wipe your hands on your jeans and walk toward the living room, his eyes pinned to the empty door as you vanish. He hears you when you raise your voice, immediately laying into Seokjin.

Yoongi smirks and looks back down as he starts turning off the stove. Listening to you lay into Seokjin for his funny little joke for movie night makes Yoongi preen, lifting his chin a little as Seokjin whines and throws himself on the couch, letting you lash him.

By the time Yoongi is calling everyone to make a plate, Seokjin comes in with his ears red and eyes on the floor. You return to the kitchen, nonplussed and pointing to the back of the line forming to plate food. Seokjin grumbles about him being the host again but listens.

Yoongi leans against the counter, throwing a rag over his shoulder. You make yourself a plate and set it aside before going over to the bottles of wine, pouring two glasses before coming over to him and handing him one. He thanks you quietly taking a sip.

As everyone filters back out into the living room to start the movie. Yoongi pushes off the counter to join them. You catch his wrist, signaling him to stay back. Once alone, you pull him toward you, making him cage you in against the counter.

“Hungry?” you ask, gaze darkening. His stomach flips and he nods, looking down his nose at you. You tilt your neck to the side. “Want?”

He shakes his head. “You should eat and watch the movie first.”

“You’re a little on edge. Maybe a snack first?” Yoongi goes back and forth on it. He feels his gums ache, feels the burn set into his throat. His eyes drift to the soft spot on your neck where your pulse beats, his favorite song. “Come on, baby,” you coo. “Just small bites.”

That voice. That voice. Yoongi feels his knees weaken. He leans further into you and you slide your hands around his waist, pulling him flush against you. His cock twitches and he groans, lids fluttering as you lean your head back, baring your neck for him.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Slowly, Yoongi lowers his face to your throat. He brushes his nose along the slender slope of your neck, inhaling. A shiver ripples through him and he feels the pinch of his fangs slide through. Your pulse quickens and he smells the change in you - feels the way your thighs press together.

He salivates. He can’t help it, his mouth pooling slowly with water as he brushes his open lips against your warm skin in the ghost of a kiss. Your breathing is faint and fluttering, your heart hammering in your chest. You’re not afraid, though. He’d be able to tell.

You’re excited and turned on, your fingers twisting in Yoongi’s shirt as his tongue slips gently between his fangs to taste your skin. You suck in a sharp breath and he whines a little, so in tune with your sounds. Every sound.

So, so carefully, Yoongi scraps his fangs against your skin and presses his tongue against your beating pulse, right where he wants to bite. He gives in, slowly sinking his teeth into tender flesh, his mouth filling with sweet nectar immediately.

The reaction is immediate. His eyes roll back into his head and he grinds against you, seeking friction as his mouth suckles gently, pulling warm fluid into his mouth. You’re lax in his arms, letting the endorphins of the bite wash over you.

Yoongi can smell what it does to you, one of his hands dropping from holding your side to pressing between your legs, rubbing you through your jeans. Your head knocks loudly against the counter, making him open his eyes and look up at you through his lashes, mouth still attached to your throat.

Eyes shut, mouth open, you sag against the counter. He can see every flicker of your eyes behind your lids, drifting in his bite. In him. Yoongi’s tongue presses over the wound, staying there as he swallows his last fill. He’s more interested in the way he works to open your jeans, now, uncaring that they’ve started the movie in the living room.

Yoongi is intimately focused on your reactions as he pulls down your zipper. You press your cunt toward him, asking. Seeking. Wanting. So quickly this has turned into more than small bites, and Yoongi doesn’t care. He’ll give you whatever you want, and he can sense the vibration in you, his predator senses tuned in to your desire.

Your folds are damp as he slides his fingers in, seeking your heat. The fit is tight in your jeans but you lean back for him, pulling them down a little, giving Yoongi access to pull your panties to the side and slide the pads of his fingers up and down your slit.

“Oh,” you sigh, nails digging into his hips. “Please,” you ask. “Please please please, Yoongi.”

He gives in, sliding a finger down the wet, hot seam of you and pressing in. Your walls clutch around him, sucking him in as he moans against your throat. His tongue laps back and forth over the wound on your neck, not drinking more but healing the skin, tasting your sweat.

“Just like that, baby,” you encourage. You roll your hips into his hand, grinding your swollen clit against his palm. He’s fully hard now, cock throbbing as he works his fingers into your cunt, the wet sound muted by the loud moving blaring in the living room. “Fuck. Do you want more?”

Yoongi shakes his head and hides his face between your neck and shoulder, panting as he works you. You squeeze around him wetly, your entire body shaking against him. He can tell your close, the very fibers stitching you together shaking loose as he angles his fingers, pressing against that soft spot inside of you.

He will never get tired of this. The way you walk into his life when he’s having a less-than-ideal day and put everything right again. How you pick up the pieces and put them where they need to be, how you chastise his friends when they want to pick on his vampirism, and how you just give him what he wants but won’t ask for.

So ready to give in to him.

When you come around his fingers, Yoongi makes a needy sound at the back of his throat. He loves the way you squeeze him, the way you go silent and soft. Sagging against the counter. He sucks at your neck - not for blood, but for the intimacy. Just the taste of your skin.

Slowly, you peel apart. Yoongi pulls his hands from your jeans, watching you open your eyes as he grins - perhaps the first real smile all day - and pops them into his mouth. He moans around them, the taste of you sticky on his tongue, making him ripple in pleasure again.

When he retracts his fingers, you surge forward, giving him a single, wet kiss, tasting back.

“Better?” you ask gently, kissing the corner of his mouth. His chin. His nose. He nods his head. “Do you need me to -”

He shakes his head, feeling your hand move toward his cock. “Just need ten.”

“You sure?”

“Mhmm.” He leans forward, licking a soft stripe up your neck. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“Knowing what I need. Being a momentary lapse of peace in a world that is sometimes too loud. For giving me what I need.”

Your grin is blinding. “I love you.”

“You too.” His kiss against your neck is soft and sweet. “And that was much more than just small bites.”

#yoongi smut #suga smut #min yoongi smut #suga bts smut #bts smut #yoongi fic #min yoongi fic #suga fic #bts fic #vampire yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #yoongi imagines #yoongi fluff #bts fluff #haliween

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idkwhatimdoingherehonestlyy · 11 months

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Miles 42 headcannons pls?

EARTH 42 MILES MORALES HEADCANNONS

A/N: OK, I never usually write stuff like this so please correct me if I messed up on some stuff!

WARNING: I dont speak spanish so I will be using google translate, lol. However, if anyone is a translator and can help me out please do!

BE PREPARED FOR: POSSESIVENESS, BLOOD, VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE, HEAVY TOPICS (DRUGS GANGS, ETC), AND DARK+NONCHALANT MILES TELL ME IF I MISSED ANY.

Earth 42 Miles is definitely a nonchalant person in general. After his dad was taken away from him he feels like he has nothing left to say to anyone about anything. He definitely struggles in relationships with this character trait.

I like to believe he keeps girlfriends but doesn't keep the title of a player. I feel like he dates a ton of girls to fill the void of that missing love he got from his father...you know?

I also believe that most of his relationships fall out because he doesn't just swoon after the girl because like I said before he has a nonchalant behavior.

If he was to get a long-term girlfriend. He would get attached really quickly and most definitely would not play about her.

The more and more deeper yall get into the relationship the more and more possessive he gets.

He's really possessive because he feels like you will slip away from him. Like his dad did.

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Earth 42 Miles became the prowler because it is his way of acting out.

After his dad died, he slipped into a depressive episode that kept replaying, replaying & replaying. There's already enough stress on his mom with being a single parent, her job, and trying to keep the bills paid.

So him being a "bad" kid and getting into fights would not help her at all. So when Uncle Aaron introduced this job to him he was immediately in.

Killing these innocent people allows him to let out all his vexation on the city that brought his father to death.

He comes every night in bloody clothes, with purple bruises painting his brown complexion.

In all honesty, he's fucking miserable.

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Miles 42 definitely has the habit of speaking Spanglish.

Since he converses communication from his Mother to Uncle Aaron.

He definitely has A+ in Spanish. (LMFAOOOO i just thought this was funny to add in here)

Spanish is the language he speaks when he's angry

Like, for example when he's beating someone to death senselessly (im sorry i don't know how else to put this..)

He speaks Spanish in anger.

¿Dónde está el dinero, hijo de puta?

¡Deja de gritar antes de que te alimente a las ratas de la calle!

....He speaks very out of character when hes killing

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In all honesty if he had some free time on his hands he woud kill some actual bad people, like robbers,muggers, gangs...etc.

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But in my opinion he's just a kid whos trying to fill a void from his dead father and he just needs love!!

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IM SORRY IF THIS SUCKS AND IF ITS SHORT! I TRIED LOL

#miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles #miles morales prowler #prowler miles #miles g #earth 42 miles x reader #m a c e ’s c r e a t i o nミ★

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johnslittlespoon · 1 month

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sorry i dont know how to be happy...and slight cw for implied sexual harassment feel free not to post this <3

but. bucky having a close call incident with one of the guards in the camp- the first person he runs into after *isn't* gale but the get the vibes of what happened and know they need to get *him* to gale asap. and gale is so angry and hurt but tries so hard to push it down to comfort him </3 his poor sweet boy has been strugglig enough and really didn't need one more thing. sobbing in gale's big arms telling him he's sorry, gale rocking him shushing him telling him he has not one thing to be sorry for he didn't do anything wrong.

giving me angst asks is so dangerous rn while i'm still in post–finale grief lmfaoooo count your days (buckle in, i think this is gonna get lengthy and i should probably just write a oneshot bc i have many thoughts but we'll see) (and yeah, cw for assault)

i haven't seen anyone talk about this happening to john (might've just missed it tbf) and in a way i get it, because y'know gale is 'visually' more likely to be a target of things like that and we don't see what he goes through at the camp before john gets there, but i'm also surprised that i haven't seen more posts talking about it the other way around because i mean john literally comes into camp with a reputation, we see it right off the bat when the interrogator basically calls him on being a man whore lol.

i can see guards (hypocritically, bc they'll turn around and hurl slurs in the next breath) making offhand comments and passes at him, "nothing that i can't handle" when one of the others catches it happening one day, and the way john is so nonchalant about it makes them wonder how often it happens.

but one day a guard doesn't like the way he mouths off at them when they say something gross to john, and it results in john being shoved to the ground with the guard atop his back in a quiet corner of the camp, and he doesn't even hear half of what's being said because his ears start ringing and all he can remember is the feeling of the cold cobble street beneath his face and the shouts of the riot around him.

vaguely registers the guard moving to feel him up, his skin crawling, bile rising in his throat, but it only takes a few seconds before someone else is approaching and the guard jumps up so as to not cause suspicion. john drags himself back to his feet in a daze, stumbling away in the general direction of his block with his head buzzing, flinches hard when he feels a hand on his arm but realizes it's just brady looking at him with concern, brady who'd caught the guard on top of him.

gale looks up from his bunk when the door opens and he sees brady ushering john in, watches brady sag with relief when he sees gale's there, and gale only has to glance at john to know something's happened, rolls out of his bunk immediately and looks at brady in alarm. he sees red when brady tells him how he'd found john, but john is staring into a corner of the room and he knows anger isn't what he needs right now, so he swallows it down, moves to stand in front of john instead as brady leaves the room, reaching up to cup his face in his hands.

john's eyes move to look at him, but he's not really looking at him, until gale murmurs a "hey, you're okay", brushing his thumbs over john's cheekbones, and then he watches john crumble and his heart sinks. and maybe any other day, john wouldn't break like that, but gale knows he's already had a hell of a week and whatever went down must have been the final nail in the coffin because as soon as he's led john to the closest bunk, john's collapsing into his arms and he can feel hot tears against his neck and gale feels sick and has to keep swallowing to fight his own tears back.

he can feel how tense john is in his arms, like he's still trying to hold back from really showing his emotions even now, and gale pets his hair, assures him it's okay, "you don't have to hide from me, bucky." and his heart shatters when he starts getting whispered apologies through hiccuped sobs where john's face rests on his chest, gale shaking his head immediately, promising him that he has nothing to be sorry for, squeezing him tighter as he rocks him gently.

gale thinks about all the different ways he'd like to go out and murder that guard, almost scaring himself with the aggression he feels, but he shoves it down so john doesn't pick up on the red–hot anger, focussing that energy on holding john tight and whispering words of comfort until the sobs become quiet shudders, feeling him finally, slowly start to relax in his arms.

(gale probably hears john huff out a shaky little laugh when he tells him "that guard better sleep with one eye open until we get out of here" because the thought of gale actually being violent is laughable to him; he doesn't realize how much gale would really do for him, how much it hurt gale to see him stumble into the room like that.)

i definitely want to properly tackle this concept in a oneshot someday so forgive me for being vague in some areas, i don't wanna fully brainrot it out and then not feel the need to write something longer about it, you feel? <3 but hopefully this is sorta what you were envisioning. they both deserved better :(

#sorry for the angst once again #tbf i've held back a lot more than expected since the finale LOL #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot

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luvxiem · 1 year

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luca and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day (until it wasn't)

##INFO

luca kaneshiro x gn!reader, fluff, attempt at humor 💔 mild angst (??) suggestive themes at the end, established relationship except nobody thinks it's real LMFAOOOO, college au, they go to school in the us for this just pretend they r all cool foreign students minus shu (he's still cool even if he is american)

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##SUMMARY

vox, mysta, shu, and ike haven't met luca's partner because they live in canada, duh! what? of course they're real?? he's not lying this time, he swears! they really are real!!!!

“i’m fucking tired, dude.”

a dark backpack drops roughly to the ground as its owner soon follows suit, the lanky compsci major sitting with a sigh as he shoves his phone into his brother’s face. shu hurriedly swallows his rice and almost chokes in the process while leaning away from the sudden bright screen in front of him. after pounding his chest with his fist a couple times to dislodge a few grains, he realizes that mysta’s phone was open to an instagram post of a couple.

ike leans over to look at the post as well with a raised eyebrow.

“it’s just fulgur and uki?” he questions, staring at his friend. mysta raises his head from where he laid spread-eagle on the grass to glare at him.

“just fulgur and uki,” mysta mocks, dropping his head back onto the ground and reaching up to cover his face with one arm. “everywhere i look is just couples! everywhere! i can’t escape them, man,” he bemoans. ike rolls his eyes and returns to his lunch, used to his friend’s antics. shu glances between the two of them in between bites of his own food, gently nudging a bento toward his distressed brother. mysta grunts in thanks before pushing himself up to sit cross-legged, eagerly lifting the lid of the bento and digging into his food.

"don't cry just because you can't any bitches," a smug voice calls. the trio looks up to see the arrival of vox, the drama major carrying his blazer hooked over his shoulder.

there's a prominent hickey on his neck. mysta's eye twitches.

"shut the fuck up," he grumbles as vox ruffles his hair endearingly before sitting down beside him.

"being single is ok too, ya know," vox sympathizes, knowing that his friend was feeling left out of the recent romantic festivities. "you don't need to be in a relationship to be happy."

shu nods at his words, ever the agreeable one of their friend group. ike pauses mid bite before resuming his meal, not giving any reaction to what vox said. he wasn't about to admit that he's been salty at seeing all the other couples as well. vox notices mysta is still feeling a bit bummed, however, since the shorter man hasn't spoken much since he arrived.

"hey," vox grins, nudging him with his fist. "what if i set you up with an acquaintance of mine?" he offers. mysta glances up at him with mild interest, but before he could respond, the final member of their group comes barreling down the sidewalk with a wide smile, clutching his beanie with one hand and waving enthusiastically with the other.

"hey guys!" luca beams, patting vox's shoulder before plopping down, closing their little circle on the grass. "what were you talking about?" the blonde takes out a sandwich from his bag and looks at the others expectantly. vox smirks as the other three inwardly sigh.

"since i'm the only one who had a valentines this year and being the generous friend that i am, i've decided to set up mysta with a friend of mine," he explains rather proudly. now, vox was expecting a few responses from luca—perhaps an understanding nod, a wail of jealousy, even an aversion to the topic in general—but instead of any of that, the blonde tilts his head in confusion and opens his mouth to speak.

"i had a valentines too, though?"

shu actually chokes on his food this time, ike hurriedly offering him his water bottle and pounding his back to dislodge the shit stuck in his throat. vox was staring at luca in disbelief, mouth opening and closing not unlike that of a fish. mysta, however, throws his head back and starts laughing loudly.

"yeah, right," he cackles, shaking his head before looking back up at his friend. "you're even worse than me when it comes to dating!" luca frowns at him this time.

"i'm being serious! that's why i was busy yesterday, we’ve been together for a few months now-“

"then why haven't you ever talked about them?" mysta accuses. luca shrugs helplessly.

"well, you—you never asked!" vox glances between the two of them before settling on the blonde.

"do you have any pictures of them?" he asks, wanting to give luca the benefit of the doubt even if he didn't actually believe him.

"ok so, y'know how i like, i broke my phone last week? while riding my uh, my bike?" the four nod. "well, i didn't back up my phone and i lost all my photos." mysta's eye twitches once again.

"do they even go to UCI?" shu wonders aloud now that he wasn't at risk of asphyxiation. ike nods in agreement, genuinely curious as well. it’s not that he didn't—no. that's a lie. he didn't believe his friend as much as he wanted to. listen, this was the guy who was locked in a closet with a girl he liked for over ten minutes and didn't even do anything! forgive him for having his doubts!

"no, they live in canada." luca fidgets in place as four pairs of eyes stare at him with clear skepticism. "i'm serious!"

the group looks at each other and comes to a collective agreement.

"luca," ike says hesitatingly. "you don't have to lie to us." vox pats his shoulder comfortingly and nods.

"yeah, big guy. it really is ok if you're single on valentine's day. the whole thing is a capitalistic scam anyways." luca flounders and vox has to appreciate him sticking to the bit, even if he did feel a tad disappointed at the fact his friend thought he had to lie to them.

"what about social media? what's their instagram?" mysta questions, already pulling up the app on his phone once again. luca rolls his eyes.

"they don't have instagram," he reveals. "social media isn't their thing." luca pauses for a moment. "actually, i think one of their friends has a picture of them on their page.” ike, shu, mysta, and vox lean forward in interest.

luca takes mysta's phone and taps on the search bar. he clicks on an account of a short haired blonde girl before sighing in disappointment.

"never mind. millie removed all her posts again." ike, shu, mysta, and vox slump back.

"anyways," luca starts, returning mysta’s phone and swallowing the last piece of his sandwich before standing up and dusting off his pants. "i gotta get going before i miss my—miss my class. see ya!" luca waves with a grin before jogging off. the remaining members stare at where he just stood.

"there's no way they're real," ike deadpans.

following the reveal of luca’s very real, not fake, canadian partner, the blonde starts using them as an excuse every time there’s a get together.

“i can’t, tonight’s movie night! he replies excitedly when vox invites him to go drinking after exams.

a week later: “not today, we’re playing overcooked!”

“i think they’ve had a bad day and i wanna call them.”

“sorry, i already made plans.”

the other four members of their group have been sneaking glances at each other every time luca evades their clutches, slowly becoming more and more upset with every (perceived) lie coming out of their friend’s mouth. if he really didn’t want to hang out with them, he should just be honest and say so instead of doing whatever—whatever this is.

today’s excuse was, “tomorrow’s our anniversary and i gotta get ready!”

mysta stares at the spot luca previously occupied before he ran off in the direction of the dorms. the brunette’s frowning, gnawing on his lower lip and bouncing his knee repeatedly. nearby students stare at him with mild annoyance and inch away.

“what the actual hell.” ike looks up from his worksheet and casts a nervous glance at the librarian. hopefully they were far enough away that they wouldn’t hear their inevitably loud conversation. he couldn't deal with another scolding this week.

“why does he keep ditching us,” mysta scowls, now leaned back rather precariously in his chair and chewing on the tip of his pencil. ike chooses not to respond despite agreeing with his friend, currently more preoccupied with his essay. vox and shu, however, have no such priorities at the moment and thus can entertain mysta’s concerns.

“does he not like us anymore?” vox frowns, suddenly a bit insecure. shu nudges his arm with a gentle smile.

“nah, luca isn’t the type of person to just ghost us like this. maybe he really is dating someone,” he says cheerfully. vox and mysta lock eyes before resolutely shaking their heads.

“no. there’s no way,” vox vehemently denies, mysta nodding in agreement. shu hums in response, twirling his pen in his hand with a contemplative expression.

“i dunno,” he muses. “i mean, luca’s like, a good looking guy. would it really be that surprising for him to have a partner?”

“yes!” mysta exclaims, slamming a hand down on the mahogany table. “he doesn’t even react whenever someone tries to flirt with him! he’s too dense to date!” more than a few people swivel their heads toward them at the noise and glare.

“luca may be hot but he doesn’t, y’know. have much rizz.” vox winces, feeling a bit bad about talking behind their friend’s back like this.

the four men silently mull over every possible reason they could think of as to why luca keeps disappearing on them. eventually, dinnertime arrives and they each say their goodbyes before heading out for the night. hopefully the mystery surrounding their friend will be resolved soon; it’s been too long since the five of them got to hang out all together.

there’s something wrong with luca.

in their shared 8AM class, shu notices the smile he gave in greeting didn’t quite reach his eyes. he kept shooting glances at his phone all morning, noticeably more than usual.

“hey,” shu whispers, leaning in close. “you okay?”

luca hums distractedly, his response a little delayed.

“yeah, it’s nothing,” he grins before turning forward to face the professor. shu stares at his side profile for a few seconds and wonders what his friend might be thinking about that might have caused his less-than-stellar mood. unfortunately, luca packed up and slipped out of the lecture hall almost immediately after they were dismissed, leaving shu in the dust and wondering how he could cheer up his friend.

ike can sense his gloom from a mile away. the english major runs into him on his way to the student store—quite literally. luca was looking down at his phone and didn’t see the other man until they bumped heads, both of their belongings spilling onto the ground around them.

“ouch… you good, luca?” ike asks, fixing his glasses that went askew.

“yeah, why wouldn’t i be?” he answers, rubbing the back of his neck. ike observes him for a moment before reaching to pick up his things. perhaps the blonde thought he was worried he got hurt in their little scuffle. don’t get him wrong—of course he cares—but in ike’s humble opinion, his friend’s mental state was a smidge more important than his physical at the moment.

luca grabs his phone and groans. looking over, ike can see a large crack going down the middle of the screen which was glitching at random intervals.

“ah, i’m so sorry, luca” he apologizes, feeling guilty. luca waves him off.

“it’s not your fault,” he reassures, although judging by the look on his face, he was clearly upset. “i gotta run—see ya, ike.” before the other could even respond, luca shoves his broken phone into the pocket of his hoodie and stands up, turning the corner without another word.

“bye, luca…” ike mumbles dejectedly.

mysta and vox are waiting at the back of the line in the cafeteria for lunch when luca shows up behind them with a forlorn expression on his face. vox doesn't notice, however, and grins at his arrival, wrapping an arm around luca’s shoulder and ruffling his hair.

“why didn’t you pick up the phone?” vox whines. “i called you like, five times.” luca shrugs off his arm and takes a step back from the duo. vox and mysta frown at his reaction, realizing their friend wasn’t in the best of moods at the moment.

“it died,” luca grumbles, letting out a loud huff. the three of them slowly move up the line, grabbing items off the counter and placing them on their respective trays. luca’s was noticeably empty.

“we’re out of pizza, sorry,” the cafeteria worker says, shrugging helplessly. “the only thing we have left is salad.” mysta looks down at his tray guiltily knowing he must have taken the last plate. he opens his mouth to offer it to luca but the other man just takes the plate of salad with furrowed brows and pursed lips.

they eat in tense silence—luca stabbing the greens rather aggressively with his fork while the other two share concerned looks.

'should we ask him what's wrong?' vox mouths, nodding his head in luca's direction. mysta frowns, worried that their questions might just make him more irritated. on the rare occasions that he's upset, luca usually chooses to distance himself from others until he calms down in case he ends up taking out his frustrations on them. at his core, luca is kind, and he doesn't want to hurt the people he cares about.

deciding to wait for his friend to come to them instead, mysta shakes his head. it won't do them any good now to talk to luca when he's this wound up.

after luca leaves, the two immediately call ike and shu to come up with a plan. when the duo hears of the others' run ins with their friend today, the four come to a collective agreement.

"so..." shu starts, staring at the door in front of them. "what're we gonna say?"

the group stands in front of luca and vox's shared dorm room holding a variety of items: cheddar cheese pringles, ike's blue ray dvd of 'shrek,' and ice cream cake. hopefully luca's calmed down enough now and they can attempt to improve his mood. the sun is just barely starting to set and dinner won't be for another hour—maybe they can order pizza to make up for lunch?

before any of them can come up with something, however, they hear a loud noise coming from inside that sounded suspiciously like something breaking. panicking, vox shoves the cake into mysta's arms and frantically searches his person for his dorm key. fumbling to open the door, vox trips over a pair of shoes in the doorway that don't belong to him nor luca (not that he notices in his alarm).

"luca!" vox calls out worriedly. "are you oka-"

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

ike's sudden screech startles everyone in the dorm. all six of them.

pressed against the wall was luca, staring at his friends with wide eyes and tussled hair. his lips were slightly swollen and there was a faint line of drool on his chin, the hoodie he was wearing thrown haphazardly onto the couch. holding him against said wall was a rather attractive stranger with equally ruined hair and flushed cheeks, both of their necks clearly littered with hickeys, although luca's noticeably more so. on the floor next to them lay the sorry remains of vox's lamp.

mysta's eye twitches.

"um. hello," you wave, trying to subtly fix your hair and clothes while luca leans against the wall, dazed and still shirtless.

"you must be luca's friends, it's great to meet finally you all!"

at your words, the group suddenly reanimates from where they stood frozen in the doorway.

"you're—you're real. you're actually real." ike stammers. "you're luca's partner?!"

you shift awkwardly, nodding. did your boyfriend not talk about you to them?

mysta stares at you, mouth agape as he struggles to process the scene before him.

you're the farthest thing from what he's imagined, which is rather impressive considering he wasn't able to come up with anything at all. how in the hell did luca manage to cuff somebody as hot as you?!

"what the fuck," he says eloquently. that just about sums up everyone's reaction, minus the apparently real couple.

"...my lamp," vox weakly adds, unable to say anything more complicated than monosyllables in his shock.

shu—god bless his soul—comes to his senses quicker than the others and hurriedly places the gifts on a nearby counter before pushing his friends out the dorm, sending a wink your way and slamming the door shut behind him leaving you and luca alone once again.

your eyes glance over the stuff with an amused expression on your face. turning to face your lover, you slam your hands against the wall next to his head and peck him on the lips.

"what's up with that?" you ask, nodding your head toward the presents. luca blinks at you, taking a moment to process your question in the aftermath of the chaos that just ensued.

"they probably—uh. i think they wanted to cheer me up," he guesses. you hum in response, running your fingers through soft blonde hair. luca let's his eyes fall shut and sighs contentedly.

"were you upset earlier, baby?" you ask, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck before biting down. luca whines above you as his arms tense from where they were wrapped around your waist.

"mmm, i thought you forgot about me," he admits, shivering at the feeling of your warm tongue laving against the freshly formed bruise. "you weren't replying to any of my messages."

you chuckle, pulling back to gaze lovingly at your cute boyfriend.

"of course i didn't forget about you, luca, or our anniversary. i'm sorry i didn't tell you i was flying over before, i wanted to surprise you," you coo, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind his ear.

"it's ok, i'm just happy you're here," luca mumbles, holding you tightly. with a laugh, you pull away but before he could even think about protesting, you grab his wrist and drag him toward his bed.

"you sure you don't want an apology?" you tease, enjoying the way luca's face burns red at the implication.

"n-no! i mean, yes! i want an apology! please!"

"of course, baby," you purr, pushing him onto the mattress and straddling his hips. "let me make it up to you."

outside, the four men stood frozen in the same position they were in when they got forced out of the room five minutes ago.

"holy shit," vox breathes, "luca gets bitches."

##WRITTEN ON 230220

#this is so fucking stupid also happy belated valentines day #luvxiem.writing #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro fluff #luxiem x reader #luxiem fluff #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en fluff #luca.txt #luca does in fact get bitches (me)

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pix3lplays · 3 months

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I just have to say how much I love Penacony 😭 it’s a good update for me to be bi lmfaoooo

Also can we talk about how much of a malewife Gallagher is? Like he would W O R S H I P youuuu omg he’s just AAAAA—

I’m like I CAN’T pull for all these characters why are they doing this to us?!!! I want them ALL-

Mild Penacony spoilers. Just the Gallagher stuff

The way we were given like. Five seconds of Gallagher content but I was SCREAMING he was SO hot-

The voice the attitude oh my gosh why was he lowkey suave?? I’m swooning- the way I would’ve caved immediately if it was ME he was calling “lovely” like Firefly scoot over that should be MEEEEE-

Ok um I know you didn’t ask for Gallagher hcs or anything but I cannot help it haha…

But yes SO malewife and YES the man would Worship you- he treats you literally SO well…

Based on just my general impressions of him he genuinely seems a little…lonely. Just UGH lonely scruffy man-I’m so in love.

But yeah I think he would be Very surprised if you were actually showing romantic interest in him. He’s like…me?? Really?

But YEAH be persistent and I think you could eventually land a date with Gallagher. UGH just IMAGINE him asking you on a date…nothing crazy, he just wants to take you to dinner and maybe show you the sights of Penacony.

He’s actually REALLY SWEET ABOUT IT oh my gosh I just had a thought.

He comes by to pick you up and he’s brought you a bouquet and chocolates or whatever you like-very classic and traditional of him-he hasn’t done anything like this in a while so he’s a little rusty but dang it he’s going to TRY. He actually really likes you and he wants this to go well.

The date goes great-he’s got that “complicated past” thing going on so he doesn’t really talk about himself much…which is a shame because you really want to get to know him. But on the other hand he seems SO genuinely interested in YOU. And you actually get to see him smile and have a good time for the first time and oh wow he is MESMERIZING~

You’re staring at him when he laughs at one of your jokes because WOW-you can’t help it he’s SO handsome and his personality is amazing and ugh you know it’s the first date but you literally want to marry him-

He’s a gentleman so he takes you back to wherever you’re staying to make sure you get inside safely, and yeah you go for the kiss because how can you not? Just on his jaw though, your fingers fiddling with his loose tie while you place a gentle kiss on his scratchy chin.

He looks flustered, but he’s already planning what he’s going to do for you on the next date. Probably something a little more personal…I’m imagining he’ll take you to his bar and make you a few personalized drinks or something if you’re into that~

MALEWIFE ugh I’m in LOVE-

The thing is he’s a Really busy man. But he will do literally whatever he can to make time for you. He Really wants this relationship to work out…but I think the marriage conversation would scare him at the same time…I mean that’s a huge commitment. And…I don’t know…he feels like a man who’s been hurt before.

I’m so glad someone said something about Gallagher haha thanks so much for giving me an excuse to ramble about this man~

Forget it I’m opening up Gallagher requests for a bit haha~

Gallagher fans you got anything for me? Please I’m Desperate-

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Gallagher #Gallagher x reader #Hsr Gallagher x reader #honkai star rail Gallagher x reader

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subarashiihibi · 3 months

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my thing about izaya is that he's so strange and weird and i love that so much. i didn't want to ramble too much in the notes of that poor person's post but i find the way he speaks and the words he chooses so interesting so let me ramble a little bit. this may or may not even be coherent so bear with me here im just going to speak my thoughts.

ok this got really fucking long and all over the 0place so im putting this under a read more sorry.

so i have volume 9 of the novel in both english and japanese. i only have two novels in japanese and that is this one and yuuyake wo. so i'm pretty crazy about this izaya speech analysis shit. anyways i was rereading thru the jp ver the other day just to compare it to the eng and i kinda realized that like.

a lot of people you can separate their speech in either formal and informal speech right? someone like shizuo speaks really informally and uses a lot of rough, dragged-out versions of words and stuff (しゃーねえ vs しょうがない) and then someone like shinra who speaks in a ton of yojijukugo and generally sounds like a nerd emoji gijinka.

izaya on the other hand rly... doesn't fit in either? i mean sure he sounds like another nerd emoji gijinka but it's kinda different. it's not so much the words he speaks but rather the intonation and his tone...

and he has his moments where he speaks pretty seriously and whatnot of course, but in general he just... doesn't sound very human when he speaks? i don't know if that's a conscious effort or not. is it his attempts at distancing himself from his own individual humanity? or is it just because he's a weird guy? i dunno. but it's interesting nonetheless.

one thing i will note though is that despite his somewhat inhuman speech patterns, it's also pretty...dramatic? to the extent where it's really exaggerated but also very cute and charming. (this part is important.)

i think a lot of what makes izaya's speech so weirdly inhuman is because he doesn't really use a lot of slang or similar lingo that people his age would typically use. i know mikado said in the novels that he doesn't really try to fit in with his age group's fashion sense either so it makes sense but still. he's like an old hag it's so funny. and it's because of that that when he says stuff like 'i don't get all hot and heavy over headless women' or whatever he said to celty it's really amusing to me because like... why is the strange man saying this?💀

another example i kinda giggled about on my twitter when i read it it's not even crazy and i sound corny and cheesy and stupid but theres this scene in vol 9 where izaya messages celty for business and hold on let me just put it as a quote.

he sounds so old saying 'video game' like 😭 idk it's just funny cause he barely even knows anything abt games like bro knows nothing im crying

in the jp hes like 「…ゲーム中なのかい？」 and then when celty tries to explain herself he says 「何を言ってるのか、良く解らないんだけど」 and im rly bad at tling parts of sentences and stuff but just know that the way he words it makes it sound like this gif to me

i love both versions i think the original jp makes him sound like hes so lost and confused (hence why pw gif cause lord that man always looks lost LMFAOOOO) and then eng tl just blunt ass "I don't know what you're talking about." makes him sound like full on hag 😭😭😭

OMFG WAIT I HAVE TO MENTION THIS FUCKING SCENE WITH SHINRA ITS SO FUNNY.

first i think it's funny the translation has izaya say fuck here cause he very rarely swears and i did read this one thing about how he only swears when his mask slips so to me this is like genuine bewilderment that he cant even hide LOL. second why is he so excited to hear about 'whatever sexual fetish' shinra has im crying he's so damn nosy . okay but this is not the funniest part let me add that now.

???

ehy the hell is izaya orihara talking about foot fetishes???😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 im crying bruh i was so flabbergasted when i read this i was like WHAT did he just say? he says it in the jp ver too which just makes it even funnier. this goes back to what i said earlier but i always get so amused when izaya has something to say about sex or whatever cause he's so fucking weird and unsettling why does he know that

(i mean i also get so hard i nearly pass out thinking about izaya tlaking about sex but thats probably just a thing with my heart condition and stuff)

oh also another scene i think is really cute and amusing and funny is back when shinra was first still trying to get izaya to form the bio club w him.

1. shinra is funny as fuck in this scene but also izaya's "Hmm. Can I punch you?" made me havbe a good laugh. in the jp he says 「んー。殴ってもいいのかな？」 which is pretty much the same thing just with the intonation of like 'hmmmmmmmmm should i hit u or not...' sorry like i said im just bad w explaining this stuff. but i felt the need to point it out not cause im one of those annoying ppl who praise the original jp ver and reject translations and localizations i just think it's important for izaya specifically cause i love him and i want to analyze his speech patterns as best as i can.

i was going thru the novel just now for other stuff i wanted to mention and i forgot abt this part but it's so funny.

'Let's not get hasty. Type calmly, please.' its not even funny or nothing i just find it so amusinf whenever he talks like that💀 i will say though the english translation kind of makes him sound more weird and inhuman than the original. that line in the original was basically just him telling her she needs to calm down enough to at least type properly LOL. idk if im just being nitpicky cause this is izaya tho so feel free to ignore that. fwiw i like the eng tl bc while it's a different intonation than the original japanese ver i think if he did speak english it would probably sound smth like that anyways.

this too made me laugh like ??? seriously he is really nosy when it comes to people's intimate affairs. in the jp ver he calls them an 'intimate couple' which just is like .. ok bro💀

does anyone else see my vision of izaya getting cucked by celty (does it count as cucking when celtys the one dating shinra) while he looks sad and pathetic and miserable that he never decided to shoot his shot w shinra back in the day

if i were commenting on the actual stuff going on in this scene rn this post would be a lot olonger and even more terribly all over the place so im just gonna focus on how i think it's funny izaya says 'easy, man...' this is like one of the only times his words are somewhat natural and sound like smth you would hear someone else say. in the jp ver it's 「おいおい…」 which is somewhat less out of left field in terms of coming from izaya but still it's pretty surprisingly normal. i have to wonder if in that moment he's too worried about shinra to care about keeping up appearances.

this is just random and me making fun of izaya as usual but why the hell does he weigh himself after his showers💀💀💀 it's cute and endearing and only adds to his strong gap moe but still... it's strange...

speaking of cute things this is from a volume i forget but he says this one phrase a couple of times and it is just both really cute and also kind of idk... saddening. one of the times i can remember he says it is when namie was making fun of him or something and he replies 'Don't tease me. I'm only human.' or something along those lines and it's like . hm. ok.

i think it's cute he says 'dont tease me' a few times cause eughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (trying to ward off severe brain damaged incoherent thoughts) but 'im only human' is like... are you really? even after you try so hard to escape your own humanity and individual self so much... im going to try and give my thoughts on it here but this is just based off my hc that izaya has bpd so yanno. im basing a lot oif this on my own experiences sorry. i do that a lot. (gestures over to all the posts i make abt fob/mychem fan izaya)

when it comes to just straight up acknowledging his humanity izaya has no problems with this because 'sure, i'm human. isn't that obvious?' is probably something along the lines of what he thinks. it's easy for him to just say that because it's just that. it's just words. it holds no real meaning and shows no true insight into how he actually perceives himself. but when it comes to actually having to come face to face with his own humanity and the fact that yes, he is only human, it's a lot more difficult because now it's out of his control. i wonder also if he has problems with perceiving his own self.

i say this a lot but i truly do believe izaya is so so so beautiful and i love him so much. also i just saw a funny post on twitter so i wanna say this here idk if yall know this but izayas actually a latina hes got chismosavirus❤ ok thats all i have to say sorry for rambling so much

#my media literacy suddenly skyrockets when it comes to izaya #anything else im like zzzzzzzzzz as soon as its time to talik abt izaya im like I'M UP !!!! 💯💯💯💯#but ya this isnt meant to be like anything crazy or nothing i just felt like talking abt izaya and some stuff in particular i found amusing #sorry if i sound stupid in some spots im trying not to just add 20 skull emojis or crying emojis and make fun of him #it's either that or im trying not to sexualize him #it's a battle. it's prety hard.#theres a REALLY easy joke i could make there but im not going to . im gonna be mature .#ok sorry thats all i dont have enough energy to think anymroe #i started new meds today and my heartds feeling a little funny so imight die after posting this</3

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petrichorium · 9 months

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i am not vic but ohhhmhyyogofr your post about gojo and his greatest fear of getting you (us???) pregnant is making rounds in my head. if u would like to share more of your thoughts please know i will be SEATED!!!!

I will not lie the thing I have written is more about his mother and how he projects her onto you wrt his fears abt getting you pregnant so it’s v much a gun Ive cocked and aimed at vic specifically LMFAOOOO

But there’s many angles to his refusal to have kids imo so I’ll ramble abt a few of them. If this is going to hurt ur feelings DO NOT open the read-more it’s not a happy take on motherhood

he does not believe he’d be a good father point-blank. I think his dad was p much nonexistent in his life—in fact I can’t decide if I think he even knows who his dad is/was—and in general he keeps too much of an emotional distance between himself and everyone else for him to be comfortable with the idea of being responsible for raising a whole child. His role as a teacher is not paternal to me, in contrast to chars like Aizawa or Qifrey who are paternal in their roles. JJK is very explicit in its depiction of sorcerers as people who do not have long lifespans, and the majority do not make it past high school. The teaching role in that sense is less a father figure and more someone raising cattle for slaughter. He can’t afford to become too attached to his kids; the vast majority are going to become Haibaras or, if they’re strong enough, Getous. It’s a hard life. He firmly believes he’d treat his own kid the same way. You are the exception, and sometimes he still has to distance himself from you—a kid doesn’t deserve that from its own father.

he is RADICALLY oppositional to everything that has to do with the old conservative way. This includes providing his clan more breeding stock—because frankly, that’s what his children would be. There’s no chance of him passing his powers down (only one person can have Limitless at one time, a power that isn’t even that enormous without the Six Eyes and he’s the first person in 600 yrs to have them both) and he’s also aware that either he or his kids will die first, and if it’s him there’d be nothing to stop his clan from just taking them away to use them to breed another one of him. Idk how any decent person would be comfortable having kids knowing that or assassination would be their fate, but hey I’m kinda an anti-natalist so I’m pretty biased LMFAOOOOOO

BUT FINALLY. THE PART WE RLLY CARE ABOUT (and the most important part to him—again those first two points are why he’s always been terrified of having kids but this one shows up when he realizes he wants you for the rest of his life) if there’s anything worse than being gojo in a situation where he’s had a kid, it’s the poor soul he impregnated. Because like. He’s GOJO he’s untouchable but you, no matter who you are but esp if you’re not a particularly strong sorcerer/a non-sorcerer straight-up, are absolutely touchable. Like the odds of you being outright assassinated (during the pregnancy by other clans or after the pregnancy by his OWN as a power grab) are so high that the chance alone would be enough to make him get snipped. But having his children would erase you. You’re no longer you the moment it happens; suddenly you’re the mother of gojo satoru’s children, and you bear the burden of everything that entails.

You’ll be blamed when his kids are powerless even though everyone knew it would happen. You’ll have them stolen from you the moment you let your guard down. You’ll be ridiculed and shamed and dehumanized until you’re a shell of who your used to be. And it won’t matter that unlike his father he’ll stay by your side, because ultimately he’s the one who did this to you. It won’t matter if you do everything right, their lives will still end in tragedy. It won’t matter if you truly genuinely wholeheartedly always wanted children and always loved them… you’ll end up resenting them. And him. And yourself, for your resentment. And if you’re like his mother………. you won’t be able to take it. Nobody would be able to take it.

He cannot allow it to happen

#ask.🌧#anon #trying to keep the details abt his mom secret but!!! it’s hard!!!#again I think the fear is tied to his mother and a desperation not to let the same thing happen to u #but I have smthn cool written already that I await vic asking for 🙏🏻 if they manage to see it LMFAOOOOO #no children

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crushedsweets · 5 months

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if you had to put liu (in or out of au, doesn't matter) in a relationship with someone, who would it be? personally, ej or puppeteer or both. i've also seen toby n liu which is sweet i think.

in my AU liu actually had a fiancé that left him when he was serious about moving to alabama to find jeff LMFAOOOO ... i have ZERO idea about the fiancé besides i wanted it to be a guy. i havent thought about giving him a relationship after that, but i think it'd be a neat way to tie his story up? after helping nina get away from jeff. happily ever after type shit

in my au ... hmmm...

i guess i could see EJ and liu . they have pretty similar personalities... probably similar interests, family orientated (both of which were lost)... but that might be boring cuz theyd be so similar... but maybe that is what they both need... idk HAHA puppeteer doesn't exist in my au, and toby is too similar to jeff for liu to even tolerate

in general, liu wouldn't marry ANYONE who is even remotely associated to jeff. not someone who is friends with him, used to be friends with him, took care of his wounds, has mutual friends with him, etc. so that crosses out literally anyone that people would be interested in seeing him get shipped with LOL

#asks

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kzmeru · 1 year

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OMG? REQUESTS OPEN I RAN HERE (and rhe only time I ran in my life is from my problems/j) ANYWAYS HOW ABOUT ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS WITH NATSUME I’ve had this brainrot since day one ANYWAYS TAKE UR TIME AND REST WELL ❤️

i’d rather die than admit it !

📨 natsume sakasaki x gn!reader

— NOTES ; FUCK IT GETS CHEESY AT THE END BYEYEEY

author’s note ; KAZEEEE KAZEEEEEEEE SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG i was procrastinating and grinding on engstars at the same time but its finally here :3 I HOPE YOU LIKE IT SILLY

For someone who wasn’t typically irritated over people getting a higher score than them in tests and doesn’t let their competitiveness take control over their emotions, Sakasaki Natsume was sure your breaking point.

"Why is he so annoying! Always looking down on me when he only managed to beat me by .5 points… Who does he think he is?" Your friend — well, ‘academic friend’ — silently worked on his essay as he listened to your complaint for the nth time about this, quite literally, stupid academic rival of yours.

Eichi (LMFAOOOO) could only chuckle at your unusual behavior, a dry cough escaping his throat before he took a sip out of his tea that you had generously brewed for him.

"You sure do act quite differently whenever you talk about Sakasaki, [Name]. I didn't know a certain magician could gain so much of a reaction from you." He says, his entertainment growing upon seeing the look of disbelief on your face.

"Hah? Of course not! He's an imbecile who deserves to be put in his place. I'll crush him… I'll crush him into pieces next time!"

"…Whatever you say, [Name]."

Meanwhile, it wasn't like Natsume intended to piss you off. Well, maybe that was his intention — but he does things for a reason, right? Perhaps, you had caught his attention. Or maybe he saw you as an easy target to annoy. Who knows, really?

He knew that you weren't one to usually lose your composure. So, seeing how he was the reason to make you lose it was an accomplishment.

"Sakasaki Natsume!" Ah, that familiar voice. The voice that Natsume had loved so much, it felt like he was in some… sort of spell? Though, every single time you had called out to him, you were always yelling. That was a minus point.

"Sakasaki! Show me your Chemistry results." You demanded. For weeks, you had begged Eichi to study with you non-stop. Why were you so determined to beat him? It wasn't like you cared when others had gotten a score higher than you. So what made Sakasaki Natsume so special?

Natsume hummed, pretending to think about his answer. Well, it wasn't a question, anyway. You were't asking, you were demanding.

"WhAT do I get ouT of thIS?" He asked with a cunning smile, eyeing your test results, realizing that he had, once again beaten you in terms of numbers.

You huffed, your gaze practically stabbing him against the chest. "Anything you want it to be."

"Oh? Well, it cerTAINLY is a loSS for yOU, kitten." Pulling out his phone with a screenshot of his test result, it turned out that he was a point above you.

"You…—"

"ShUSH nOW. You owe mE luNCH."

Oh how much you hated him. You hated his guts. The determination and effort you had in order to put Sakasaki Natsumi in his place was strong.

Multiple of your friends may be convinced that you're jealous, some may even think you're in love. Well, were you?

"I'd rather die than admit it!" You yelled, startling Natsume himself. "I— uh, I mean… fine! Whatever… I'll beat you next time." You muttered angrily, entering the cafeteria, leaving him dumbfounded by your sudden outburst.

'AdMIT whAT..?'

This routine continued on for weeks, maybe even months. To the point both Eichi and Tsumugi were getting tired of your constant rivalry. Though, they both know they can't really do anything about it.

"[L/N]," This time, he was the one that approached you. It was strangely ominous. Why is Sakasaki suddenly acting weird? Creepy… You thought.

"Ninety-seven." You responded without even waiting for him to ask the grand question. Natsume flashed his signature, mischievous smirk as he looked down at his own paper.

Ninety-nine.

"If I loSE?" Your eye twitched.

"You have to confess something to the other! I don't know, do what you want." Natsume huffed, looking down at his paper, once again and thought for a second.

"Ninety-sIX." He sighed in a faux pained expression. A pout displayed on his lips. "CoME on nOW… Don't celebrATE like thAT!" Natsume tapped you on the shoulder, calming you down a bit.

"BefoRE you go off aND celebrATE, i'll tELL you my secRET, okay?"

You raised an eyebrow. You didn't actually expect Natsume to confess something, but… here we are… about to hear something that might cause you to have a severe breakdown and possibly yell about it to Eichi later on.

"What? What is it? Hurry up, I wanna tell Ei—"

"I liKE you. I thINK you shOULD go oUT with mE."

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The Hard Deck VI.

Pairing: Rooster x Bisexual Female O.C.

Author's Note: Hi hi! Thank you all for being soooo patient with me. School, work, and life in general has been kicking my ass, so writing isn't something I get to do often. But here she is! The next part of The Hard Deck! The next part will be the last, but I love the little story I've created for Charley and Bradley so much that I'll be writing many many blurbs and shorts for them. Maybe I'll even open requests >:). This isn't the most proofread, so be gentle with me. Thanks for sticking around!

Synopsis: The day of the mission, and everyone is on edge.

Warnings: Mentions of an age gap, swearing, sexual tension, mentions of an abusive relationship (heavy topic in this chapter so please proceed with caution!), violence (LOTS this chapter, please please PLEASE proceed at your own discretion), possible TGM spoilers, and as always, sexy pilots.

Word Count: 10.8k (lmfaoooo)

Masterlist

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

CHARLEY:

Charley was awoken in the early hours of the morning by Bradley getting out of bed next to her. She turned over, her eyes slowly blinking the sleep away, and checked the time on her phone.

3:57 am

Once she saw the time, she groaned and rolled back over, reaching out for Bradley in the process. Her hand made contact with his bare back, as he was sitting on the side of the bed, putting his socks back on.

"Morning, baby," he grumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

"Morning, Roos," Charley replied, a smile spreading on her face. However, this smile disappeared as soon as it had appeared, as the realization hit her that the reason they were both up this early was because Bradley had a mission. A mission that the both of them were dreading.

The two settled into silence, Bradley laying back down on the sheets and pulling Charley into him. They laid there together, just holding onto each other. It was tense, as each one of them knew what they were facing.

"You fly there, do what you have to, and fly right back. Please," Charley whispered, her head on his chest.

"Of course, baby," He whispered back. "I will come back to you."

"Please," she said. "You and my dad both."

"Charley," he said, maneuvering them to where he was on top of her. "Me and Mav are going to do everything in our power to make it back to you."

"I know," she said, tears filling her eyes. "I know, Bradley."

"Please don't cry, Char," he said, wiping a tear from her face.

"I just can't stop thinking about what you said about someone not coming back. I need that to not be you or my dad," she sniffled.

"Your dad proved this mission can be flown. We will come back to you," he said, kissing her forehead.

"Can I please stay with you tonight? When you get back?" She asked.

"Of course, baby, I was hoping you would," he replied, smiling down at her. "I have to get ready, though."

Charley just frowned up at him, not ready to let go of him.

"Don't give me that look," he said, smiling sadly at her. "I have to go."

"Please don't," Charley said.

"Char-"

"I know, I know that's unfair," she said, cutting him off. "I can't ask you that. I just wish you could stay here with me."

"I wish I could stay here with you too, honey," he sighed, his forehead resting on hers. "But I've got some enemy ass to kick," he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"And enemy ass you will kick," Charley laughed.

The pair finally got out of bed, and began their respective morning routines. Charley just put on a fresh pair of sweats, and one of Bradley's t shirts since she was planning on going home and trying to get some more sleep. She probably wouldn't be able to fall asleep though.

When Bradley emerged from his closet, he was in his flight suit and had his duffel bag that contained his gear in it with him. Charley looked up to him, and gave him a small smile, the grin not really meeting her eyes. He sighed at her and walked towards her, grabbing her hand and pulling her up to him, as she had been sitting on the bed.

"I have to go," he whispered, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

"I know," Charley said back.

The pair held each others hands as they headed out of Bradley's place, leaving together. They walked down to the parking lot, where their cars were parked next to each other, and stopped in front of the two of them. Charley had already started crying a bit more, the moment she had been dreading finally upon her.

"Hey," Bradley said, grabbing her chin and tilting it up to him, as she was avoiding eye contact. "I will be back for you, sweet girl."

"I know," she said, wiping at her eyes.

"My plane will land safely back on that runway today, okay? Me and your dad both."

"I'm so scared, Bradley," Charley cried. "I don't want to lose you."

"You won't lose me, honey," he said, wiping a stray tear from her cheeks. "I have something I want to give you."

He pulled back from her and reached into the pocket of his flight suit, pulling something out and wrapping it in the palm of his hand. He reached for Charley's hand and put the object in her hand, and she looked.

It was his dog tags.

"This is an older set of mine, cause I have to wear my current ones, but this way you can hold on to a part of me while i'm in the air."

"Oh, Bradley," Charley said. "Thank you so much."

"Of course, baby. Besides, I'll have you with me in the air too."

"What do you mean?"

"I asked your dad for a picture of you that I could put in my plane so I could look at you while I fly. He gave me a copy of the one he keeps with him."

"You asked him for that?" Charley asked, fresh tears welling in her eyes.

"I did. I asked at training yesterday. I needed something to remind me of why I have to get back home. I've never felt like I'd had a reason to make part of my mission when I'm on a mission to get back home. I don't really have anyone. But," he said, pushing a strand of her hair back from her face. "But now I have you. I have to fly home. I have to come back to you."

"Bradley," Charley said, taking a step closer to him, her watery eyes looking up into his.

"Charley," he said back to her.

"I love you," she said, tears streaming down her face.

"I...," Bradley started, tears also forming in his eyes. "I love you too, Charley. So fucking much," he said, and he leaned down to her and pulled her in for a tight hug.

"Come back to me, Bradshaw," Charley said into his shoulder. "I can't lose you when I've just finally got you."

"I'll be back for you, baby," he cried. "I love you, and I'll see you later today."

"I love you too," she said and squeezed his hand one last time. He made his way over to his drivers side door, and she made her way to hers, the pair never breaking eye contact. "Please please please be safe, Bradley."

"I'll be as safe as I can, honey," he said, opening his door.

"Please don't let my dad do anything stupid," she said.

"I won't," he chuckled, getting into his car. "I love you, Charley."

"I love you too, Bradley," she said, finding it hard to reply with her crying.

"I will see you later, baby," he said.

"See you later," she choked, watching him close his door and start his car. She watched as he backed out of the parking lot, and drove off, not getting into her own car until she couldn't see him anymore.

Once inside of her car, Charley let everything out. She sobbed, praying that her Bradley would come back to her. She needed him to. She loved him. God, she loved him. She was so scared to lose him so soon into being with him. It terrified her. And her father. Her father was a reckless man, not always thinking his actions through. She couldn't lose him either. She's lived through several of her father's missions, and none of them have ever been safe, but this one feels different. Something about this one unsettles Charley, makes her feel sick. It feels ominous.

Charley just wants them both home as soon as possible.

When Charley entered Penny's house, she expected the lights to be off, and for everyone to be asleep. But when she made her way into the kitchen, she saw Penny, standing at the counter, sipping on some water in her pajamas. Her eyes were dark and heavy, it was clear she had also cried recently.

"Hi, Pen," Charley said quietly, giving her a soft smile.

"Hey, honey," Penny replied, giving Charley a sad smile in return.

Both of them felt the tension in the air- as both of them had just had to say goodbye to the men that they loved. Though Charley had two people on her heart and mind that were flying in this mission. It was going to be a long and hard day for her.

"When did my dad leave?" Charley asked. She knew he had spent the night because he had shot her a text the night before.

"He left about an hour ago," Penny said, her voice light.

"I'm scared, Penny," Charley said. "I don't want to lose either one of them."

"I know, baby," Penny said, walking up to her and putting her arm around her. "I'm scared too. But they'll be okay. They're the best pilots in the world. If anyone can survive this mission, it's going to be them."

"I know," Charley said. "I'm just really scared."

"That's okay, Charley, so am I," Penny said, brushing back a strand of her hair. "I'm going to take Amelia on a sailing trip later to distract myself if you would like to come."

"I think I'm going to go by the bar, take care of some things on our day off. Working will help distract me."

"Charley, it's your day off for a reason. We closed the bar today to give us both a break," Penny said.

"Yeah I know, but I have some storage to sort through, and I really think it'll be good for my head."

"Only if you're certain, honey, I don't want you to overwork yourself."

"I'll be okay," she said, wiping at her eyes that were drooping from exhaustion. It was getting close to five in the morning, and Charley really wanted to go back to sleep. "I think I'm going to go and try to get some more sleep."

"Okay, hon," Penny said, rubbing soothing circles into her back. "I hope you can get some sleep."

Charley sauntered off to her room, and she closed the door tightly when she got inside. She swiftly got herself ready to get back in her bed, i.e. changing clothes, turning down her sheets, etc, and she climbed into her bed. She laid there staring at her ceiling for what seemed like hours, just thinking about how today could end. The fact that she didn't know how today was going to end is what scared her. She only hoped it ended in the best way possible.

It's safe to say that Charley didn't get anymore sleep.

BRADLEY:

The entire way to base Bradley's stomach was in knots. Sure, he'd gone on several missions and sure, he was one of the best pilots in the world, but something about this one made him more nervous than usual.

It was Charley.

He had never had anyone to come home to, no one to actually safely land on the runway for. It scared him. It scared him bad. He had always been lonely, with both parents gone, and he was a hopeless romantic, but love never seemed to come his way. Because of this, he had never really worried about what would happen to him in the air. It's not like he wanted to die, but he also accepted the fact that he could with open arms.

This time was different.

He had to make it home for Charley. He had just got her. The thought of never getting to kiss her again, touch her again, or hold her again was enough to make him determined to get home. He hated he had put her in this position; waiting for him, not knowing if he'd come back. But he was too selfish. The better part of him told him, at the beginning of summer, to not get involved with her until after the mission. He knew that was only fair for her. But the other part of him won, and he acted against his better judgement and went after her.

When he arrived at base, everything seemed gloomy. The skies were dark, the air was quiet, and everyone had the same solemn looks on their face.

Two miracles. Two miracles and a dog fight. That's all it took to make it back home. It sounds so much easier than it actually is.

Bradley made his way to where the other pilots were standing, used to his group of friends cracking jokes or Hangman having some silly insult to say to Bradley as he joined. But he was met with silence. Natasha looked at him and gave him a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. Everyone was scared. Everyone wanted to make it back.

"Good morning, Pilots," Cyclone said, getting the attention of everyone in the room. "A very difficult day is ahead of us. But each one of you have trained for this moment. I believe in you all. It is time to board the ship, though, so if you could all swiftly make your way to the boat so we can stay on schedule."

Everyone quietly made their way onto the boat, silence thick in the air. Everyone would first make their way into a quick briefing room to hear who Maverick would choose to fly with him, and then they would load up on their planes. Pete came and walked up next to Bradley, the pair nodding at each other. Bradley knew things between them had changed. They had to. They both loved Charley, and they both wanted to make it back home for her. Bradley still had a hard time being around Mav, as their past was rather...difficult. But Rooster was willing to try harder than he ever had to look past everything for his girl.

"How was she?" Maverick asked, not looking to Bradley, but Bradley knew he was talking to him.

"She's good," Bradley said, nodding. "Very worried."

"She's strong, she'll be alright," Maverick said. "Did she cry?"

"She did," Rooster said.

"Did you cry?" Mav asked, trying to lighten the mood a bit by flashing Bradley a small smirk.

"....I did," Bradley said, avoiding eye contact with the Captain.

"I cried this morning too," Mav said. "Completely normal reaction to leaving those we love, knowing we may never see them again."

"Yeah," Bradley said, sucking in a breath.

He would see her again.

The aviators filed into the small briefing room, anxiously awaiting Mav's choices for his team. Bradley didn't think he was going to get picked, especially now that Maverick knew of his relationship with Charley. Rooster also knew Pete probably didn't feel like he was capable of flying the mission, he did pull his papers to the academy because he didn't think he was ready to fly. But Bradley hoped Maverick picked him. He knew he was capable, and he wanted to make Maverick well aware of that.

"It was an honor to fly with you," Maverick started, gaining the attention of those in the room. "Each of you represents the best of the best." Everyone in the room stood with their heads down, knowing what was coming. "This is a very specific mission," Maverick continued. "My choices are only just reflections of that."

"Choose your two foxtrot teams," Cyclone stated, standing behind Mav.

"Payback and Fanboy," Maverick stated. Bradley watched as the two shared a handshake. "Phoenix and Bob," Maverick finished, his two foxtrot teams announced. Bradley could see Phoenix and Bob share a glance, both surprised yet happy they were picked.

"And your wingman," Cyclone said.

A tension fell over the room, especially between Bradley and Jake. The two of them were strong contenders, everyone knew that. But Bradley knew Jake was going to get the job, there's no way Mav would pick him.

"Rooster," Maverick said.

Bradley's eyes shot up and looked to Pete, who was giving him a somber look in return. Rooster was shocked, he did not expect for Maverick to pick him. But he did. This meant he actually had to fly now, and that's what he wanted. But a large part of him felt helpless in this moment. Because before, there was a chance he would stay on the landing strip as a spare, with an almost guarantee he'd be back home to Charley. But now, that chance had diminished completely.

The crew got one last briefing before being told to load up onto the planes. They had two minutes and thirty seconds to complete this mission. Before, it seemed impossible. But Maverick somehow proved the opposite, so at least that gave Bradley some ounce of hope.

As he walked out onto the runway to his plane, Bradley was stopped by Hangman. Hangman would be a spare in case of emergencies, and Bradley knew that's not what Jake wanted.

The two pilots stood in silence just looking at each other. They hated each other, so why was Bradley feeling a bit somber? Yes, Hangman was a pain in the ass, but Rooster also knew he was a good guy at the end of the day. The two had just never seen eye to eye.

"You give 'em hell!" Jake shouted at him over the commotion of plane engines being started. Bradley just nodded, which was enough closure that the pair needed.

He resumed his walk to his plane, but he stopped once he saw Maverick getting his plane ready. Bradley didn't want to die with a strained relationship to Maverick. After spending time flying with him, he saw how much he cared, and he started to blame him less and less for what happened to his father. And now he's with Charley, Maverick's only daughter. A shitty man and a shitty pilot couldn't have raised such an amazing, strong woman, so Bradley also gained mass amounts of respect for Pete because of Charley.

"Mav," he hollered, but the pilot didn't hear him. "Mav!" He tried again, still no reply. "Sir!" He said, even louder. This got Maverick's attention.

"I just," he started. "I just wanted to say...," but he didn't really know what he wanted to say. Nothing was coming out of his mouth.

"We'll talk," Mav stepped in. "When we get back."

Bradley nodded back at him, fear written on his face because the chances of them making it back were very slim. He turned around and began walking to his plane, only for Maverick to stop him.

"Bradley! Bradley!" He yelled, causing the younger pilot to turn back around. "You got this," was all Maverick said. Once again, Bradley just nodded at him.

Bradley finally made it onto his plane, and he had a couple of minutes to breathe before he had to get in position for takeoff. This was it. Was all he could think to himself. He may never come home from this. He may never get to hold Charley again, may never get to see her smile or hear her laugh ever again. He reached into the pocket of his vest and grabbed the picture of her he had brought. He took a good look at her, her beautiful smile shining up at him, before putting the picture back into his pocket.

The original plan was to put the picture somewhere in his plane so that he could look at her when he flew, but he decided that if he died, he wanted to die with her close to his heart.

CHARLEY:

Charley decided to roll herself out of bed close to ten in the morning. As expected, she hadn’t gotten any sleep. She spent her morning tossing and turning, not knowing if her boyfriend was flying or not. Hell, him and her father might be dead for all she knew. But she knew she couldn’t let these thoughts fester all day. They could also both be very much alive, and Bradley could be on the ship.

When Charley sauntered out into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, she saw a note on the countertop from Penny.

Hi Char,

Me and Amelia went on a little sailing trip, and won’t be back home for a little while. Keys for the Deck are on the hook by the door, as per usual, and I made you some eggs. They’re in the fridge. Please don’t drown yourself in work at the Deck. And try not to worry about the boys too much. They’ll make it back home to us.

-Penny

The note made her tear up a bit, a small smile forming on her face. She truly did love Penny. Penny was a calming force in Charley’s life. And she knew that if her world caved in today, at least she’d have Penny to lean on.

She made her way over to the fridge and grabbed the eggs Penny had made for her, before she quietly sat down and ate them. She unlocked her phone and checked for any kind of message from her father or Bradley. There was none, and she knew there wouldn’t be any, but she needed to check regardless. She felt helpless, as there was no way for her to get any kind of update. She just wanted to know if they were okay.

Once she was done eating, she quickly got ready and made her way to the Hard Deck. She knew Penny didn’t want her to work, it was her day off, but she couldn’t just sit at home and wait around for any kind of word on the mission. The bar was closed, so it would just be her, her music, and the storage closet.

When she arrived, she unlocked the bar and walked in, setting her stuff on top of the bar counter. Seeing the Hard Deck empty gave Charley a sense of nostalgia, thinking of all of the things that have happened in this very bar throughout her life. Her dad taking her here when she was younger, him guiding her to the dance floor and dancing with her, her standing on his feet. Her birthday parties she'd have here, some of her friends never even coming because their parents didn't like that the party was at a bar. Her hearing all the times Bradley would sing "Great Balls of Fire" on the piano when she was younger. Her high school graduation, and how Penny let Maverick slip her a couple drinks to celebrate. The time she got a job here, not too long ago. And falling in love with that same Bradley in this very bar. It was like the biggest moments from her life were bundled up into this small little bar.

Charley decided to get on with her work and not continue to go down memory lane, so she turned on her speaker, put on her favorite playlist, and got to work. She went to the back and started going through the storage her and Penny have neglected for months. Boxes and boxes filled up the back closet, each full of various bar supplies and office tools. Charley knew the best thing to do to get all of this done was to just dive in and go for it, so she just started going through boxes.

Her time in the bar flew by, and doing the storage did just the trick to get her mind off of the mission. She had one box left, and she was pretty sure it was full of napkins, so she sauntered to the back one last time to grab that last box. While she was back there, she heard the bell on the door jingle, indicating that someone had entered the bar. Dammit. She forgot to lock the door.

"We're closed!" She hollered from the back, picking up the last box and making her way back out into the bar, kicking the storage closet door closed behind her. She kept walking when she heard footsteps from another person still in the bar, and she hollered again.

"I said, we're closed!"

She got back into the bars main room, and she still saw the person in her peripheral. She set down her box and huffed out, quite loudly.

"Look, the bar is closed. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

She kept her back to the person, not in the mood to give them her attention. The bar was closed, and she's told them that multiple times. She started unpacking the napkins out of the box, and when she heard no movement from the person in the bar, she gave up and turned to face them.

"Listen, asshole, I don't know how many times I have to tell you that the bar is closed, but it is very much closed and not open for business. Now, if you will please see yourself out-"

"I just want to have a conversation with my girlfriend."

Charley froze. Chills erupted all over her body, and not the good kind. She hoped she was dreaming, and she hoped that when she turned around to face this nightmare it would be Bradley standing there, alive and well.

But when she turned, she was not met with Bradley's soft smile and kind eyes. She was met with Dylan. He had a coy smile tugging at his lips, and his hands rested in the front pockets of his jeans. His jet black hair was the same as it always had been, curly and unruly. And his eyes pierced Charleys. Her breathing got sharper when she made eye contact with him. The look in his eyes was one Charley was all too familiar with. His gaze didn't hold a sliver of kindness, just pure evil. That look was the only look Charley received after he would hit her during their relationship.

"Happy to see me?" He asked, taking a step closer to the bar.

Charley backed up, her back hitting the counter, and her hands quickly finding the smooth wood of the countertop, her knuckles going white. Her heart was beating so fast her head was starting to spin. She didn't know what to do. She felt so trapped. Penny was gone on a trip with Amelia, and her father and Bradley were up in the air.

"You..," she let out a breath and licked over her now dry lips. "You shouldn't be near me."

"But why not? You're mine, and that stupid little restraining order you filed expired. So, legally, I can be near you all I want," Dylan said, stepping closer to the bar.

"I'm not yours, Dylan," Charley whispered out. "You and I are done, I thought I made that clear."

"No one, and nothing, can stop me from being with you. Not even yourself, am I clear?" He stepped up to the counter opposite from Charley and walked around to the side to open the little gate to get into the bar with her.

"But we aren't together-"

"I said," he said, banging his hand down on the counter, causing Charley to flinch. "Am I clear?"

His face was now inches from Charley's, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open in fear. She didn't want to give into him. She wasn't his, and she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of saying that she was. But she was terrified. She knew what he was capable of, and she knew he didn't care about hurting her. Her hands were shaking as she gripped the counter tighter, not being able to look away from him. All of a sudden, though, she was looking at the side of the bar, and her ears were ringing.

He had slapped her.

Her eyes blinked several times to focus, and soon enough they were welling with tears. All Charley could think about in that moment was how horrifying this situation was. It used to be a constant habit of his in their relationship, but when she filed a restraining order against him, she celebrated the fact that she would never have to be struck by his hand again. But that had just changed.

She slowly turned back to face him, lightly placing a hand on her cheek. She knew it'd bruise and swell, it always did when he hit her. He was staring at her, his face red with anger, and a furrow in his brow.

"Am I clear, Charley?" He asked. All she could do was nod and swallow harshly, her mouth dry and at a loss for words. But that wasn't good enough for him. He grabbed her by her throat and shoved her up against the counter of the bar, a silenced whimper coming out of her throat.

"Do you understand me?" He yelled in her face.

"Y-yes," she croaked out, not being able to make much noise with his hand around her neck.

"Good," he said, letting her go and exiting the inside of the bar. She slumped over, a hand now going to her throat where she knew she'd also bruise. She heaved, trying to regain her breath and composure, but all she could do was silently cry as she watched him sit at one of the stools outside of the bar.

"Now make me a drink."

BRADLEY:

Much to everyone's relief and surprise, the mission had been successfully accomplished. The target had been destroyed, and most of the pilots had made it back to the ship.

Most.

However, Bradley and Maverick were currently laying in the snow watching the now destroyed enemy runway, trying to figure out how the hell they were going to get home. Bradley was grateful he had even made it this long, considering his plane was destroyed. Maverick had literally run away on foot from a massive helicopter. The two were in shock but also survival mode, because they weren't home yet.

"So what's the plan?" Bradley asked, turning back to Maverick. The older pilot handed him a pair of binoculars, and Bradley looked through them, looking at what Maverick had had his eyes on. Bradley saw an F-14. The last intact plane on the runway. Bradley had never flown or even been inside of one of those planes.

"You cannot be serious," he said, looking to Maverick. Maverick didn't say anything, he just gave Bradley a look. "An F-14?"

"I took down three enemies in one of those things," Maverick said, looking towards the old plane.

"How do we know if that bag of ass can fly?"

"We're gonna find out," Maverick said, standing up.

"Mav," Bradley whisper yelled at him. "Mav!" He said again, but the older pilot kept walking. "Okay," Bradley said, standing up and running up beside of Maverick.

The enemies were too busy trying to fix what they had left of the landing strip to notice the two American pilots crossing over towards their last intact plane. The two men hurried, knowing that they would be shot on sight if they were caught.

Once they reached the plane, Pete proceeded to give Bradley instructions on how to start it up. Maverick took the front seat, and once the plane started, much to their surprise, Bradley joined him in the back.

One thing Rooster noticed was how short the ruined runway was. Sure, they had started the plane, but how were they supposed to get it in the air if all they had was a taxiway? Maverick being Maverick, however, decided to just go for it. So he dispatched the wings, getting into takeoff mode.

"Mav, why are the wings expanding?" Bradley asked. But the pilot didn't reply. Bradley knew what Pete was about to do, and he didn't know if he'd be able to pull it off. "This is a taxiway," he said. "A very short taxiway, Mav."

"You just hold on tight," Maverick said, before surging the plane forward. Bradley yelled curses in the back, and Maverick furrowed his brows, focusing on the task at hand. Luckily they got it in the air, only leaving the landing wheels behind.

Once successfully in the air, Bradley was able to get the GPS on, and he could only hope that base got his location. They'd know he was with Maverick by the fact that he would show up as being in an F-14. Bradley finally took a sigh of relief, knowing he was finally on his way home. He would be making it home. He would get to hug his girl. He wished more than anything that he could let her know that him and her father were both on their way home, alive. He smiled thinking about how happy she would be.

But his smile didn't stay on his face for long. He quickly noticed that two enemy aircraft were circling below them, coming to fly up next to them.

"Mav, tally two five o'clock below," he announced.

"Ok, listen," Mav started, letting out a shaky breath. "Act calm. If they knew who we were we'd be dead already."

"Here they come," Rooster said, watching as the two planes flew right up next to them. "What's the plan?"

"Let's put on our helmets," Maverick said, and the two did. "Remember, we're on the same team. Just wave and smile."

The pilots tried to act normal, but the enemy pilots kept throwing up signals that neither one of them recognized.

"Shit, his wingman is moving into weapons envelope," Maverick said. Both pilots knew this meant they were about to have a dogfight. "Ok listen, when I tell you to pull the rings above your head, pull them. They're the ejection handles."

"Mav, can we beat these guys?" Rooster asked.

"Not with our guns and missiles."

"Then it'll be a dogfight," Bradley said.

"In an F-14 against 5th generation warplanes?" Maverick stated.

"It's not the plane, it's the pilot," Bradley stated, giving Pete his own advice. Pete just stayed silent, knowing that Bradley was right. "If I wasn't here you'd be after them."

"But you are here," Maverick said. The last thing he wanted was to put Bradley's life in danger. He had already been the cause for his father's death, he didn't need to be responsible for Bradley's too.

"Come on Mav, don't think, just do," Bradley said.

After taking a moment to breathe, Maverick decided that the only chance he had to keep Bradley alive was to dogfight his way back to the ship. He knew it'd be risky, but it was the best chance the two of them had to getting back home.

The fight ended up being close, but they won, and no longer had the enemies on their tail. The fight ended up costing them their missiles, and they took several hits, so they needed to make it back to the ship immediately. They would surely be dead if they came into contact with another enemy.

"Mav, I got the radio on," Rooster announced in the back.

"Great, make contact with the ship," Mav replied, sinking a bit into his seat, feeling the relief of being able to make it home to his daughter.

Both men fell into a silence, the exhaustion of the day hitting them. It was a miracle they were alive. They should both be dead. But the mission had somewhat mended the torn relationship between the two men. When Bradley was up in the air and Mav's plane got shot down, it hit him all at once how much he loved Maverick. He was deliberately told not to go after him, as he was probably dead, but he did anyways. He didn't want to lose the closest thing to his father he had left. But now, the pilots had fought for their lives, multiple times, and they were so close to being back to the ship.

Bradley knew that him and Pete would have a talk when they made it back. He knew it'd be sentimental. Not only did Bradley actually want a relationship with Mav, but he was also dating his daughter. He knew Pete wasn't the biggest fan of this development, but he also knew, deep down, that Maverick knew Bradley would take care of Charley.

However, as soon as Bradley started to try to make contact with the ship, beeping came from the radio, and he could see that there was an enemy plane somewhere in their midst. He had no idea where the plane was, and he scrambled to look for it, but it was nowhere to be seen.

"Where the hell is this guy?" Bradley asked, both him and Maverick doing their best to stay calm.

"Right on our nose," Maverick replied.

Sure enough, Bradley looked out the window again, and saw the enemy plane flying straight at them, right on their tale. He took a second to close his eyes and take a deep breath. He opened them and began fighting with what he had left. They had a problem, though, as they had run out of ammo.

"Smoke in the air! Smoke in the air!" Rooster yelled, as the enemy had just fired at them.

"Rooster, flares!" Maverick yelled back. Rooster fired the deflectors, and just as the missile was about to hit, the deflectors hit it and saved them.

"That was too close," Bradley hollered. The two had also just ran out of deflectors. Bradley was trying not to lose his cool, but they had no missiles, no ammo, and no deflectors either. The chances of them surviving were dwindling fast.

"We're out of flares, Mav," Bradley announced. "Shit he's already on us!"

The enemy aircraft weaved behind the two of them, firing shots while Maverick did his best to weave in and out of the lines of fire. They were so close to the ship, the two didn't want to give up. But they kept taking hits, and they had nothing to fight back with.

"We can't take much more of this!" Bradley yelled.

"We have to eject, we need altitude," Maverick yelled, hoisting the plane upwards, getting them ready for a hopefully safe ejection.

"Wait but Mav-"

"Rooster we can't out run this guy. We have no other choice. Eject eject!" Maverick yelled.

Rooster, much to his dismay, began to violently pull at the ejection handles above his head. But he stayed seated in the plane. The handles didn't work. Bradley's doom slowly sunk in, realizing he would not be making it back to the ship, and he would never see Charley again.

"Rooster, eject!" Maverick yelled again.

"It's not working!" He yelled back, trying at the handles again. "Mav!"

"I'm sorry, Goose, I'm sorry," Mav said to himself, knowing that any second both him and Bradley would be no more. Maverick had never felt failure like this before. He had let everyone down, himself, Penny, Charley, Bradley, and now Goose again. He had spent the last couple decades carrying the guilt of Goose's death, and now he'd die with the guilt of Bradley's.

But the explosion he was anticipating never came. He heard one, and he turned to look, and the enemy plane had been blown up. Out of the smoke emerged one of the Navy's planes. Both Rooster and Maverick stared with wide eyes.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen," came a voice from the radio. "This is your savior speaking."

Hangman flew his plane right up next to Maverick and Bradley, the two taking breaths of relief and laughing at the unexpectedness of the entire situation.

"Please fasten your seatbelts and turn your tray tables to their locked upright positions, and prepare for landing," Hangman continues.

Maverick tapped on his window twice in thanks. And Bradley took a sigh of relief. Just a few moments ago, he was bracing himself to die, and now he's on his way back to the ship, on his way back to Charley.

"Hey Hangman," Rooster started. "You look good."

"I am good, Rooster," Hangman replied. "I'm very good. I'll see you back on deck," he said as he flew away from the pair.

Both men shook their heads in disbelief. They had survived. They'd both make it back to their girl, back home. The flight back to the ship was an easy one. Both men were anxious to get back, so Pete flew the plane fast.

Once they got back on the ship, they had a rough landing due to a dead engine and no landing wheels, they hugged all of their friends and celebrated a completed mission. One that everyone had survived. Amidst the chaos of everyone cheering and celebrating the success, Bradley and Maverick found each other.

The two men stared at each other, both feeling the same things. Lots of emotions poured through them, going back years to Goose's death. They had just survived one hell of a mission together, and Bradley knew deep down that Maverick only wanted the best for him.

"Thank you for saving my life," Maverick said to Bradley, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"It's what my dad would've done," Bradley replied.

Rooster watched as Mav started to tear up, and he pulled him in for a hug. After today, Bradley knew that Maverick and him would work things out. He knew they'd fix things and finally have the relationship they both needed.

Once everyone was done celebrating and the boat got back to base, Bradley was able to shower off in the locker room and change clothes. He retrieved his phone and turned it back on, hoping that he had heard from Charley.

Char 🩷

thinking abt u. pls be safe. im at the hard deck and will be for a while to clear my head. cant wait to see u later. love u baby fly safe. 💞

He read the text with a smile on his face, and went to text back, but decided it would be better if he surprised her at work instead. As he walked out of the locker room, he walked by Maverick, who had also cleaned up, and decided that it would be nice if they both surprised her.

"Hey Mav," Rooster said, the pair stopping in the hallway. "Charley's at the hard deck, whaddya say we surprise her there?"

"That's a great idea Bradley," Maverick replied. "Hopefully Penny's there too. Are you ready to head out? I am, so we can head on if you're ready."

"I am, yeah, was just about to leave."

"Great, I'll see you there."

Bradley drove as fast as he legally could to the deck, impatient to see his girlfriend and hug her again. He made sure to blast his favorite oldies music, celebrating the life that he still had. Maverick was close behind him on his motorcycle.

When he arrived, he spotted Charley's car and smiled to himself. He noticed another car there, too, that he didn't recognize, but he shrugged it off thinking it may have been Penny's fathers. He hopped out of his car and happily walked over to Maverick, giving him a smile.

"You ready?" Bradley asked, his patience running thin. All he wanted was to see Charley.

Maverick didn't reply, though, as he just gave Bradley a grim look and swallowed. All of the color had seemed to drain from his face.

"Mav? Is everything alright?" He asked.

"That car," Maverick said, glancing over to the car Bradley didn't recognize. "That car belongs to Dylan."

The words Maverick had just spoken hit Bradley like a ton of bricks. The color drained from his face as well, knowing that his girl could be in serious danger inside. Who knows how long Dylan had even been there. He swallowed thickly thinking about how he had been in the air while his girl had been down here in danger.

"Pete," Bradley said. "What do we do?"

"I don't know. I don't know if he's armed, I'm not sure."

"Should we call the police?"

"Yes, yeah get them on the line, and then we go in there and stop this shit."

CHARLEY:

The past two hours of her day, Charley had spent trapped by the presence of her abusive ex boyfriend, Dylan. He had demanded so many drinks from her that he had become drunk. Charley believes this was his goal, as he got his worst when he was under the influence.

She had thrown up multiple times at this point, because the stress from the mission combined with the presence of Dylan was too much for her to handle. He had hit her multiple times, her cheeks puffy and red, and her head was pounding. Her throat was dry, and her eyes irritated, as the amount of crying and abuse had done a number on her.

"Charley," Dylan mused, walking over to the jukebox and putting on a song. "Come dance with me."

Charley just shook her head from where she was curled up in the corner. The song he had chosen was "Great Balls of Fire," and it's almost as if he chose this song to mock her. It just made her cry more. She wanted nothing more than to be held by Bradley right now.

"I said dance with me, Charley," he said, stumbling towards her, his beer in hand. "I wasn't asking."

"I don't want to dance with you," Charley rasped, giving the man a glare.

"And I said," Dylan started, leaning down and yanking her up to her feet by her arm. "I wasn't asking."

"Please, Dylan," Charley cried, fighting against his grasp. "Please leave me alone, I won't tell anyone you were here, I swear it."

"Charley, I am not letting you run away from me this time," he sneered, pulling her closer to him, his face a mere inch away from hers. "You are mine, and no navy pilot can change that."

"No, Dylan," She said, trying to yank herself from his grip. "I don't want you. I will never want you."

He replied by giving her a firm punch to the nose, her vision going black as she stumbled backwards and fell to the floor. Blood began pouring from her nose, and she started breathing heavily, her ears ringing from the pain.

"Wha-" Charley stuttered. "Dylan-"

"That's what happens when you don't listen, Charley. You should know by now."

Dylan had never punched her. He had only ever struck her. Her brain was spiraling, and she was trying not to pass out. The pain was unbearable, and the amount of blood coming from her nose was alarming. He had definitely broken it.

"Get up. I told you to dance with me," Dylan said, yanking Charley up once again. She winced out in pain, her vision going in and out.

"I can't," she cried to him.

"Yes you can. Do you want me to hit you again?"

"Dylan," Charley stumbled trying to stay upright. "My nose."

"You did that to yourself," he sneered, dragging her to the center of the bar. The bleeding had let up a bit, but the pain was still blinding.

As soon as Dylan started to sway the two of them back and forth, Charley heard banging on the door of the bar. Dylan had locked it earlier, preventing anyone from entering. But Charley watched as the door shook with each bang, before it eventually swung right open. Dylan stepped away from her, causing her to fall to the floor. When she looked up, she saw her father and Bradley barge into the bar.

She choked on a sob, seeing her boyfriend and father enter the bar together, both alive. The relief that overtook her was the best she had felt in a long time, almost like she knew everything would be okay. She couldn't believe they were okay and alive, and here for her.

She watched as both men stormed in, anger written all over their faces. Once Dylan realized who was there, he crouched down next to Charley and yanked her up to him, holding a pocket knife to her throat. Charley cried out in fear, locking eyes with Bradley. She instantly felt better, as seeing him made her feel at ease.

"You let her go," Maverick said, stepping forward. "You let my daughter go, Dylan."

"And why should I do that?" He retorted. "She's mine."

"You're fucking delusional, dude," Bradley said, stepping forward. "Get the fuck away from her."

"Bradley-" Charley started, her eyes never leaving him.

"Shut up," Dylan sneered, pressing the knife into her neck.

"I said," Bradley said, taking a step towards them. "Get the fuck away from her."

"And who are you, to make demands about who has a hold on her?" Dylan said, snarling back at Bradley.

"I'm her fucking boyfriend, so let her go," Bradley said, taking another step towards them.

"Boyfriend?" Dylan yelled, throwing Charley to the floor. Maverick immediately ran to his daughters side, scooping her up and holding her as she sobbed into him. "She's mine!" Dylan yelled.

Dylan lunged at Bradley, pocket knife in hand, swinging it at him in an attempt to harm him.

"Bradley!" Charley cried out, knowing what Dylan was capable of.

Suddenly, they all heard sirens outside. Maverick and Bradley had called the police, and they had finally arrived. Dylan froze in his tracks, and Bradley just gave him a malicious grin. The police burst through the bar, armed with their guns, ready to fire if necessary.

"Put the knife down!" An officer yelled. Dylan gave a look of angry defeat, before throwing the knife on the floor. He raised his hands, surrendering to the police, as they cuffed him. He looked towards Charley one last time, who was still clung to her father.

"I'll be back, bitch," he said, snarling at her as he was escorted out of the bar.

As soon as he was gone, Charley let out a guttural sob, wrapping her arms tightly around her father. Maverick cried with her, hugging his daughter and kissing the top of her head.

"Are you okay?" Maverick asked, pulling Charley back to look at her face. Her cheeks were bruising and swollen from being hit, and her nose was stained with blood, and a deep purple, indicating a broken nose. "Oh my God, Charley, baby I'm so sorry," Maverick cried.

"You're alive," Charley cried back. "Thank God you're alive." She then pulled back from her father and moved her eyes to Bradley, who was stood watching the pair, silently crying.

"Bradley," Charley said, moving away from her father and over to her boyfriend. "Bradley, I love you, I love you so much," she cried, kissing his cheeks when she got to him.

"I love you, Charley," he cried back, kissing the top of her head. "We need to get you to a doctor, baby. I think your nose is broken."

"I'm just glad you're okay," she said, taking his face in her hands. "That you're both okay," she added, looking to her father.

"Are you okay, Charley?" Bradley said, gently tugging her chin so she was looking at him again.

"I am now, promise," she kissed the palm of his hand before snuggling into his chest. She quickly pulled back, though, as her nose had made contact with his chest, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Honey," Maverick said, coming to the couples side. "We need to get you to a doctor."

Charley nodded her head, her hand cupping her nose, and her eyes squinted in pain. An officer came up to the group with a notepad, and stared at Charley expectantly.

"Could I get a statement from you, uhhh-" he started, looking down at his paper to find Charley's name. "Miss Mitchell?"

"Can't you see that she needs medical attention?" Bradley asserted, stepping forward.

"Baby, it's okay, I'll give them a quick statement and then we can go," Charley said, turning towards the officer.

Charley began giving the officer a statement, and she made sure it was detailed enough so that Dylan wouldn't be getting out of prison anytime soon. She fought her way through talking about how he had put his hands on her. She had been speaking about how he had slapped her, and then punched her, and it had caused her breathing to become shallow, her vision blurring, and her heart pounding. She turned to face Bradley, her face pale, and her skin blotchy.

"Charley?" He asked, worry prominent on his face. "Charley, talk to me baby. What's going on?"

"I think," she started, her eyes not meeting his. "I think I'm having a panic attack."

"Okay, honey, just breathe. Breathe, Char, everything's okay," Bradley said, pulling her close to him. "Officer, I need to get her to the hospital."

The officer just nodded back to Bradley, and he ushered himself and Charley over to his Bronco. Maverick walked over to the pair, as he had just finished giving a statement himself.

"Is she okay?" Maverick asked.

"She needs a doctor, her nose is broken, and she says she's having a panic attack."

"Okay, I'll follow you to the hospital."

Once Bradley had helped Charley into the car, he passed her his water bottle. Her breaths had become more normal, but she was still shaking.

"Drink this, Char," he said, holding the water up to her lips. She sipped slowly, and then took the bottle from Bradley, maneuvering it herself. The entire drive to the hospital felt so long for the both of them. Bradley felt like they would never get there, and Charley felt the same way. Her nose was throbbing, and her whole head felt like it had been rammed into a brick wall.

"Can you walk?" Bradley asked, opening her car door.

Charley just nodded her head, grabbing onto Bradley's arm to get out of the car. Pete walked up to the two of them, offering Charley his other arm in case she needed the extra support. They walked into the emergency room, and Charley immediately lost her footing, grasping onto Bradley, and clutching her enflamed nose.

"Oh, baby, c'mon," Bradley said, picking her up and carrying her the rest of the way inside.

Bradley and Maverick walked up to the front desk quickly, Charley crying silently in Bradley's arms. Her nose brought her so much pain, and her head was spinning. Everything hurt, and all she wanted to do was fall asleep.

Her father explained to the nurses what had happened, and she was immediately ushered to an exam room. Once they got her situated on the hospital bed, a doctor came in to examine her. Maverick waited in the waiting room, and Bradley joined her in the exam room. The doctor took some x-rays, and came to the conclusion that she had a pretty severe concussion. Her nose was also, as she suspected, fractured, but the doctor said he could easily pop her nose back into place.

"So, you're just going to pop it back into place?" Charly weakly asked the doctor.

"Yes, the pain will be minimal, but it will be over before you know it."

Charley nervously glanced over to Bradley, and he took that as his invitation to come and hold her hand.

"It'll be okay, baby. You're so strong, Charley. This is the easiest part of your day," he said to her while brushing her hair out of her face.

She just nodded, squeezing Bradley's hand and screwing her eyes shut. She felt the doctor sit on the side of the bed, his cold gloved hands coming to rest gently on her nose. She flinched at the contact, taking a shaky breath in.

"I'll be quick, on the count of three, okay?" The doctor said, his grip on her nose tightening.

"One....two," he said.

"Three."

With a snap, her nose was back in place. Charley let out a pained groan, tears immediately falling from her eyes.

"That's it, Char, you're done, you're done," Bradley shushed her.

"Alright, for the nose, it'll finish healing on its own, just don't go too crazy on it," The doctor started, taking his gloves off and filling out a piece of paperwork. "As for the concussion, lots of rest, seriously, no working out for you or anything extraneous for the next little while. As for the cuts and bruises, a nurse will come in and clean them off for you, and we'll send you home with a bag of cleaning supplies." He stops his writing and turns to look at Charley, giving her a somber look. "I hope you heal quickly, Miss Mitchell. I am very sorry to hear of your circumstances. If you need anything else, you can always stop by. Just ask for 'John.'"

"Thank you so much," she whispered to him.

Bradley nodded to the doctor as he left the room, and he spent the next few minutes kissing Charley's forehead, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. The nurse came in the room, and cleaned Charley's minor cuts, and gave her the bag of supplies as promised by the doctor. She was soon discharged, and she had enough strength to walk herself out of the hospital.

Bradley drove her back to Penny's house, Maverick followed. Pete had kept Penny updated, and the poor woman insisted everyone sit down for dinner together. Once they got to Penny's, Bradley helped Charley inside. Penny immediately came and checked on Charley, then checking on Bradley, giving him a big hug. Maverick was the last to walk inside, and Charley and Bradley observed their tender reunion quietly. Bradley followed Charley to her room, and helped her change into some fresh clothes.

"I'm so glad you're here with me, Bradley. I was so worried about you," she whispered to him, slinking her arms around him and resting her head on his chest.

"And I'm glad you're safe, Charley. I'm so sorry that happened to you," Rooster said, resting his chin atop her head.

"It's okay, I'm okay knowing you're here with me."

A knock disturbed the couple, and Penny peeped her head in.

"Dinner's on the table," she said.

"We'll be right there," Charley said back.

Penny closed the door, and Bradley's lips found their place on her forehead. He felt a drop on his hand holding hers, and pulled away, tilting her chin up to look at him. Charley was crying, and Bradley's brows pinched together, a thumb coming to wipe a tear off her cheek.

"What is it, Char?" He whispered, cupping her cheeks.

"I was so scared today," she whispered. "Even before Dylan showed up, I was sick to my stomach all morning. I really thought I was going to lose you today. And then I thought I was going to die. I can't lose you Bradley, and the stress I felt today was so unbearable."

"Hey," he said, wiping more tears from her cheeks. "It pains me more than you know to know that I was up in the sky while you were fighting for yourself here on your own. But here we both are, alive, and after we eat dinner, I will take you back to my place and we'll lay together for as long as you want. I love you, and I'm not going anywhere."

"I know," she cried, hugging him tighter.

"We'll get through this. I promise."

~~~~

Dinner at Penny's was quiet, but the mood happy. Everyone was happy to be safely in each others presence, happy to have that moment together, as they didn't know if they'd get it at the start of the day.

Bradley drove him and Charley back to his place, the two immediately taking a shower together and getting into bed. Bradley helped Charley change all of her bandages, and she helped him do the same with the ones he got on the mission.

"Tell me about your mission," Charley said to him, her voice quiet in the bedroom, the couple wrapped in the safety of each other.

"Are you sure you want to hear about it?" He asked, brushing her hair out of her face. "It wasn't easy."

"You're here aren't you?" She said back, cupping his cheek. "I can handle hearing about it."

"Well, we hit both targets, so the actual mission wasn't the issue. It was getting back," he stated, looking away from his girlfriend and staring at the ceiling in thought. "The missiles were coming at us so fast, I was losing control of my plane. One was coming right at me, but your dad cut it off. It hit him instead."

Charley's eyes went wide, and her lips parted a bit. Her dad took a missile for Bradley? That honestly didn't surprise her much. She knew her father cared for him. But her dad being hit by a missile in the first place? Charley was so grateful he was alive.

"They told me to come straight back to the ship, we were so close, but I couldn't leave him like that. I didn't know if he was dead or not, but I didn't want to risk leaving and him being all alone out there. So I went against orders and went after him. When I found him, he was out of his plane about to be gunned down by an enemy helicopter. I blew the aircraft up, and he was fine, but then a missile got me and shot me down."

"Oh my God, Bradley, that's so scary."

"I know, are you sure you want to keep hearing?" He asked, softening his eyes for her.

"Yes," she said in full confidence.

"Well, your dad then came and found me, I had ejected from my plane, and we bickered, him telling me not to come after him, me telling him how stupid that sounded, etc. In the end, though, we were happy to see each other both alive."

Hearing that her father and Bradley were happy to see each other could've brought tears to her eyes. She desperately wanted the two to put their differences aside, she loved them both so much.

"We found a plane, it was so scary because the runway, that was completely ruined, might I add, was flooded with enemies. But we managed to get it going and get it in the air. It was so old, an F-14, I'm lucky I was with your dad, since he knows how to fly one of those. Once we got in the air, it was just a smooth sail home, but we did come in contact with enemies. They recognized us as the enemy because of our helmets, and we ended up having to fight them off, losing us a bunch of ammo. But we fought them off, so we thought we'd be safe."

"There's more?"Charley asked.

"Yes," he sighed. "Charley I really thought I was going to die. I've been faced with the possibility of death so many times, but never like this. We had another enemy on our nose, who kept hitting us, and we ended up running out of guns, ammo, flares, all of it. We had no way to fight him off. And the plane wouldn't eject. I tried to pull the handles, but they were stuck. I really thought I was going to die."

Charley noticed him tear up, and she immediately cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead.

"Hey, but you're here now. You're safe, you're alive."

"I know, but I was so scared. I've accepted death on every mission I've ever gone on, but this one, having you, I couldn't die up there. And if Hangman hadn't gone against orders and come to help us, me and your dad would both be dead right now."

Charley sucked in a breath, making a major mental note to thank Hangman for saving their lives.

"He disobeyed orders and circled back and shot the plane down himself. I owe him big time now. He saved my life," Bradley said, wiping a tear from his cheek.

"I love you," Charley whispered to him. "I'm so glad you're safe."

"Me too, we were able to return to the ship safely after that. And that's when I came to you."

Charley leaned up to hover above him, and then leaned down and pressed her lips against his. He happily kissed her back, his hands finding purchase on her waist and pulling her closer to him. The kiss was passionate, slow and tender. They both just wanted to feel each other.

"I love you, Bradley," Charley said between kisses. "Thank you for coming back to me."

"I will always come back to you, Charley," he said, pulling her to him again, kissing her hard before the two fell asleep.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Let me know whatchu think! And send me blurb requests so I can start brainstorming! As always, likes, comments, and shares are always appreciated. Much love!

-Sophie

ALSO! Lots of heavy topics in this one, so I am going to include the domestic abuse hotline below. You are so worthy of a love beyond measure, and if you or someone you know is struggling, call the number below.

National Domestic Violence Hotline:

(800) 799-7233

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