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updownlately · 1 year

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i promise that i'll love you (for the rest of my life)

| leah williamson x reader | fluff | 1.8k | inspo: black & white by niall horan | a/n: it's my first fic ever so let's see how this goes. it's almost 1.9k words of pure fluff and im not the most happy with it, but if i edit it anymore, im going to lose my mind. anyways, feedback is much appreciated please and thank you!

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It's only a little over a year into this whole dating your teammate thing that it really clicks. That everything actually sets in. You’re halfway across the earth from where you grew up, playing soccer at one of the highest levels, and you managed to somehow get a girlfriend. Little you would have never guessed that this would be your life now. You’d always been meticulous in planning your future and decided that dreaming to professionally play football wouldn’t do you any harm. The understanding that you succeeded in making your dreams come true while somehow also being happy was still appalling to you. The fact that you were also breaking one of the few non-negotiable rules you’d set for yourself by dating a teammate, but not only that, you were doing so for Leah was only just a drop of water in the ocean.

Leah Williamson. Captain of England. A gunner through and through. A fighter. Someone who’s made London home not only for herself but for you too.

You really don’t know how it happened. Well you do, yet it creeped up on you so slowly, so timidly, that you didn’t know you were falling until you were metres from the ground, praying to be caught.

You had really only moved overseas to follow Tobin's footsteps. Being able to play a year with one of your best friends and that too for a club like Arsenal was an offer too good to pass, much less to hesitate on. So when it came through that not only were they signing her, but they wanted you to join too, all it took was a quick conversation with Christen and the rest of your friends before you were packing a bag and hopping across the pond.

So how'd you end up here? In a shared bed with Leah, spending more nights at her apartment than you had in your own since you moved here? Even better question, how the hell did you get Leah of all people to want to date you? You’d say you have no idea, yet the rest of your teammates, Tobin included, would just smack you upside the head and remind you of how smitten Leah was with your shy demeanour the first day you showed up to practice, Arsenal gear adoring you perfectly according to her.

It was clear as day to your teammates that from the start there was something between you two. The way Leah would go out of her way to talk to you before practice, complimenting you each time without fail, and how her seriousness on the pitch had lessened just a tiny bit when you were around. And you. Your painstakingly obvious shyness that heightened incredulously whenever Leah was around. Sure you were quiet in general, only often speaking when spoken to, content to just observe the world around you and people watch. Yet, whenever Leah came into view, your otherwise confident and upright figure would slowly hide behind whoever was nearest to you, which was typically Tobin.

“You do realize if you never talk to her outside of the pitch you won’t be able to make a move on her? Heart eyes and a tomato-d face is only going to get you so far," Tobin would tease.

In the end, it had taken Tobin damn near holding you in a death grip beside her for you to actually talk with Leah outside of training as both she and Wälti watched amusedly. That coupled with your team putting you and Leah in the most comically unfortunate, and not at all slick like they thought, situations over the course of a few months, and before you knew it, Leah had asked you to come around for dinner.

What started off as you both taking things slow quickly developed into something more before you guys had a chance to even consider any other option. Practices spent quietly murmuring jokes, possible plays, giving each other feedback on technique paved the way for post practice coffees and lunches. Shared car rides and playlists blasting, windows down on even the rainiest London days set the tone for movie marathons late into the night, popcorn long forgotten. Eyes drooping and barely focused on the dim lights illuminating the room one too many times and you eventually had a spare set of clothes in Leah's dresser, and hers in yours. Eventually it came as no surprise to your teammates when you both would consistently show up to and leave from practice together. You both in your car, you at the wheel and the blonde in the passenger where she’d without fail connect to aux became a common sight to players, trainers, and even staff.

Yet, you weren’t officially dating, neither of you willing to make the first move. The team had decided to let you two be, long given up on both of you, knowing how anxious you got with making decisions, and Leah being too stubborn to admit the possibility of you like liking her to ask. It was only when some of the English women’s team was over at Leah’s that your and her bubble was broken. Add both you and Leah cuddled up on the couch talking with the girls and a confused Keira walking in late, with a side of a follow up question of ‘So are you guys dating or is Leah still too chickenshit to ask?’ and the results were you choking on your spit with Leah stiff as a statue, eyes as wide as saucers right beside you.

Regardless of her brashness, you’d have Keira to thank when that same night Leah had quietly asked if you’d like to go on an official date with her in the coming days.

(Over half a year later you would find out that the instagram post Leah had made commemorating that night was not in fact reminiscent like you had originally thought, but instead for revenge from Keira, it featuring multiple unflattering photos of the other girl).

So where did that leave you now? If you were asked, your answer would be nothing short of heaven. Waking up to your girlfriend sleeping peacefully beside you, the first morning rays streaming in, and a late practice scheduled for midday with the team, all easily fitting the criteria for your ideal morning.

Rolling over to face your love, you snake a hand underneath her shirt from where it had lifted slightly. Continuing on its path, you let your arm wrap around her waist before gently tugging her towards you, pulling her back flush against your front. You leave a trail of soft kisses at her neck in apology when Leah lets out a small whine at the disturbance to her sleep.

It's a few minutes later that she turns to face you, the sleepy smile on her face igniting one on your own.

“Morning love,” you tease as Leah tries to burrow her head into your neck, trying to go back to sleep. Typically you’d pull away by now and the lack of your body heat would cause the blonde to follow your footsteps and get her day started as well, but who said you couldn’t indulge in your favourite treat once in a while.

So you pull Leah closer to you, letting her get comfortable, your hands finding their way under her shirt to gently scratch her back. It's when she hums contentedly and lets out a gentle sigh that you know you’ve made the right decision.

You lay like that for a while. The girl of your dreams in your arms, golden light bathing her in an ethereal glow that you think is an accurate representation of the angel she is to you. All that she’s really missing is a halo. And wings. Though maybe that’s not a good idea with how clumsy she could be sometimes. Maybe she’d even end up being like one of those birds that were caught flying straight into a glass pane head first. The thought that causes you to gently shake with laughter. The mental image of a Leah sprawled out on the floor while her wings lay mangled and her halo knocked on its side metres away causing you to evaluate whether you had lost your marbles somewhere between last night’s late night chat with your girlfriend and this morning.

Apparently and unfortunately, your musings were enough to wake up said girlfriend again as well. Her long arms stretched near your head and a groggy voice quietly asked what had gotten you in such a good mood so early in the morning.

“I get to wake up with a pretty girl in my arms, what’s there not to be in a good mood about?” The flirty reply earned you a smack to the chest as Leah adjusted to pull away from your grasp. She didn’t get quite far however, before you’re pulling her back in with your hand on her forearm.

“Okay, okay, damn, sorry for trying to love you up. What does it take for a girl to appease her girlfriend these days?”

“Some breakfast would do the trick? Plus maybe a ride to practice? And a few kisses? Oh and since we’re already on the topic, a few gifts, maybe a new pair of dunks would really seal the deal.” she cheekily responds, laying her head back on your chest.

“Oh snap, okay hmm lets see here. The best I can do is kisses and breakfast. The ride could possibly be arranged but the rest is quite hard to arrange you know? It’ll take resources I don't have.”

“Oh really? Please enlighten me on these resources you speak of.”

“Well for one, it would require me leaving the presence of my girlfriend, something I don’t think she’ll enjoy since she’s been really really really cling- OKAY OW IM SORRY.”

It’s on the third playful slap on the arm that you’re able to catch her hand in yours. using the surprise to your advantage you roll her onto her back and position yourself over her.

“How about this, we can knock the kisses off the list right now, breakfast can be arranged, and we can go adventure through the city in search of some dunks today after practice?”

And when Leah responds by pulling you closer and kissing you, you can’t help but smile into it, getting more excited for the day with each second that passes. Excited for each day together with every kiss shared. Excited for your future.

You seriously don’t know how you got here, Leah in your arms, a career you love, miles away from where you grew up, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. You’d spent your younger years daydreaming of the perfect future, one that you now had in your grasp, and you couldn’t wait for what still awaited you. Ever since she had caught you, you knew that as long as you had the blonde in your arms, you need not fret about life too much.

All that was really left was to ensure that the both of you would one day stand in black and white under a clear sky, surrounded by your friends and family, celebrating a life you’d never thought you’d have.

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starryeyedmunson · 2 years

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lessons in the bedroom - e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x female reader

summary: eddie teaches you how to give a blowjob.

warnings: smut (minors LEAVE): oral (m receiving), pet names: sweetheart, baby, one use of ‘hun’; mention of a heterosexual hook up appointment; swearing, stupid jokes

author’s note: enjoy eddie munson’s masterclass on head. enjoy :)

pt. 2 ; pt. 3

word count: 2.9k

“Shut up, asshole.”

“I’m not judging you,” Eddie was in a fit of laughter. “I just can’t believe it. I knew you were a virgin, but you haven’t even-”

“Can you just help me? I’m having this guy over tonight, and I can’t be flying blind out here,” you snapped. Eddie had been your friend for a while now; you felt comfortable with him regarding everything. Everything would also include your sex life, or rather lack thereof. This was the first time you were inviting a boy over; you had gone on a couple dates with him already. He was nice, and you thought it was time to finally give him an inch. What that inch was, however, you had no idea. So there you were, standing with your arms crossed and interrogating Eddie for instructions on how to give a blowjob.

“Okay, okay,” he finally stopped laughing. “Do you have a vague idea of how to go about it?”

“I mean,” you started. “I know you put your mouth around it.”

“Alright, Sherlock, you’re set.” You threw the plastic water bottle in your hand at his head, and he dodged it as he fell into laughter again. “No seriously, is that all you know?”

“That’s it, I’m getting help from Steve,” you huffed.

“Wait, wait, I’m sorry, okay? I’ll be cool, promise,” he put his hand up to swear it to you. “First and most important rule: absolutely no teeth.”

“Hm,” you thought out loud. “That makes sense. Wait- do you have, like, something I can practice on? Like a banana or something?”

“What about this place makes you think bananas are something you would find in it?” he snarked. You rolled your eyes, but you knew he was right.

“Okay, smartass, so how would I know if I’m doing it right?” you probed.

“You could always practice on me, sweetheart,” Eddie winked. You gave him a blank stare as your mind calculated the best way to actually accept the clear joke of an offer. “That was not serious,” he said slowly.

“Well do you have any alternate ideas because that is the only plausible one you’ve suggested,” you spoke quickly.

“You are not perfecting your head game on me,” he said flatly. “Even though free blowjobs are both great and hard to come by, I’m not making you do that.”

“You aren’t making me,” you dragged out the sentence. “I need help. Here, think of it this way: I get the guidance I need, and you get a blowjob that is totally tailored to you.”

“You’re being serious right now?” Eddie questioned. You nodded your head, walking over to the bed and reaching for the blanket.

“Here, you can put this over my head so you don’t get weirded out by the sight of your best friend sucking you off,” you offered the blanket to him, and he took it slowly from your hands.

“Uh,” Eddie scratched the back of his neck. “Alright, but this is purely for research. Scientific method, all that shit.”

“Do you even know what the scientific method is?”

“Heard it somewhere, I think- that’s not the point.” Eddie unfolded the blanket and laid it over his thighs. “Okay, first thing’s first: do you want to learn laying down or on your knees?”

“I feel like I should try and fit into the stereotype if I’m gonna go all out,” you put your hands behind your back.

“Alright,” Eddie opened his legs to make space for you. “Kneel down here.” You slowly moved in between Eddie’s legs, bending your knees and putting your hands on the ground for some support as you got into position. You looked up at him, and he inhaled deeply. “I’m gonna take off my pants and stuff now.”

“Please don’t narrate,” you shuddered. Eddie tightened his lips, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down to his ankles. You could see his half chub through his briefs, much to your surprise. “You’re already- hey!” Eddie threw the blanket over your head.

“You don’t get to narrate either,” Eddie fixed the blanket so it was settled more evenly over you, then leaned back on his hands. “Okay, showtime.”

“Jesus, don’t say that,” you scoffed. “Just tell me what to do, Munson.”

“Uh,” Eddie sighed. “So take it in your hand and give it a few pumps through the cotton.” You reached up and grabbed his clothed cock, your hands light and barely gripping him. “You can tighten your hand a little, yeah like that,” he exhaled as your grip hardened a little more. “Okay, now go slow at first, just up and down the shaft.”

“Like this?” you stroked him, just as he described. You could feel him hardening more with each time you rubbed him. “Hello?” He didn’t say anything for a bit, and you got worried.

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered. You didn’t really know if the speech impediment was a good sign, but you continued anyway. He reached under the blanket and put his hand over yours, causing you to stop. “Here, I’m gonna take off my underwear now, is that okay?”

“Sure,” you took a deep breath.

“No, not ‘sure.’ I need you to say yes,” Eddie pressed. You smiled softly to yourself, grateful that even in the completely non-platonic situation you were in Eddie still cared for you in the way a best friend would.

“Yes,” you complied. He moved his hands towards the top of his briefs, slowly pulling them down and letting his fully-hard cock spring free. You helped him lead the fabric all the way down his legs to meet his jeans, and you were faced with the sight of your best friend’s dick. Your eyes widened, actually surprised at his size. “You walk around with this thing?”

“Please stop talking,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. You giggled from under the blanket, and Eddie sighed. “Alright now do what you were just doing, nice and slow.” You resumed your motions, finally able to feel the thick veins that ran up his cock. You narrowed your eyes and your tongue peeked out of your mouth in concentration, trying to keep the steady rhythm that Eddie had showed you.

“Should I start now?” you had a small voice, and Eddie barely heard it through the blanket separating you two from each other’s view.

“Yeah, you’re gonna want to get it slick first, so try and spit on your hand or, like, on me,” he instructed.

“Well I don’t have the best aim, so I’m not doing that,” you defied.

“You kind of have to or else it’ll- holy shit,” Eddie breathed out. You had pooled saliva in your mouth, making your tongue extra wet and licking a stripe up the bottom of his shaft. It caught Eddie completely by surprise, and he was beginning to think you weren’t as inexperienced as you led him to believe.

“What- was that wrong? Fuck, sorry,” you freaked out.

“No, the opposite, sweetheart,” he sighed. You shrugged your shoulders and repeated your action, this time running your tongue in a zigzag pattern to cover more ground. You heard Eddie groan from above you, and that plus the nickname ‘sweetheart’ had you feeling a little more confident about how you were doing. You shifted so that your head was above his dick, and you let yourself drool over it, the spit dribbling over the top half that hadn’t gotten any attention yet. You resumed your hand motions, stroking up and down with a lot more ease than you had before.

“This is pretty straightforward, actually. I feel like I’m not doing too bad, right?” you wondered out loud.

“Yeah, you’re n-not bad at all,” Eddie managed, too lost in the feeling of his cock in your hand. “You ready to actually start?”

“I think so,” you focused back on the throbbing dick in front of you. “Do I have to put the entire thing in my mouth at once?”

“Not necessarily,” he answered. “You can slowly work your way down if that’s more manageable. Just start at the tip and then go down a bit, then come back up.”

You took another deep breath, opening your mouth a little to take his tip in like he said.

No teeth. Got it.

You let your plush lips cushion around the pink head, only encompassing that at first before moving back up to the top. You repeated yourself, slowly inching down more each time. You pulled off of him completely, still stroking his leaking cock. “You’re gonna need to give me some verbal feedback instead of this heavy breathing up there.”

“Yes, it’s- yes,” he groaned. “If I don’t say you’re doing anything wrong, you’re doing everything right.” You nodded to yourself, then wrapped your mouth around his tip again. You bobbed your head up and down slowly, too scared to go any faster. Your hand was stationary at the base of his dick, and you felt the blanket moving as Eddie fit his hand around yours. He guided it up to just below your mouth, and with each sink and rise of your head, he held your hand to follow it. You soon got the memo, picking up the pace ever so slightly and moving your hand on your own. “Fuck, baby, just like that,” he just about moaned. Eddie’s grip loosened, but instead of taking his hand out from under the blanket he laced his fingers through your hair. He picked up some of it, making a sort of ponytail and holding on tight as you blew him.

On the other side of the blanket, Eddie was trying to stay as quiet as possible. He couldn’t believe that you, his best friend, were on your knees in front of him with his dick in your mouth. The way it fit perfectly in between your lips, the warm feeling of your tongue running up and down him, the perfect pace you had set yourself at. It had his mind wandering to how your pussy would feel, what it would be like to endure your pulsating walls against him as he made you scream his name. He had always fantasized about that, but he never considered it a plausible reality.

But there you were, entrancing him as you hollowed out your cheeks and created a pressure in your mouth. Your pace was drastically faster than how it was at the beginning, and your tongue was now swirling around the head, lightly grazing over the slit at the very top. You had no idea what to do with your other hand, so you put it high up on his thigh. Your grip tightened, earning a moan from the boy above you.

Am I supposed to be doing something with his balls right now? You literally had no idea, so you decided to just go for it. The hand that was on his thigh moved to just under your head, and you lightly grazed the two sacks beneath the cock you basically owned at this point.

“Holy-” Eddie now really moaned. You froze, terrified that you had fucked up.

“I didn’t know what to do with my other hand,” you defended yourself.

“Please, please do that again,” Eddie keened. You were surprised at first, but then a smirk appeared on your face. You took his cock back in your mouth, but this time you grabbed onto his balls a little tighter, massaging the both of them to the same rate you were bobbing your head. “Don’t s-stop,” he whimpered. Your hair in his hand was now being tugged on, keeping you at a consistent speed. You rolled his balls in between your fingers, and he pulled on your hair tighter, eliciting a moan from you. Eddie felt it in his cock, the vibration running through him and causing his head to fall back.

“It’s getting a little hot down here,” you stopped again, and Eddie had to collect himself. “Should- can I take the blanket off?”

“If you w-want to,” Eddie was still trying to find his footing with his words, and you realized that you had him in the palm of your hand. Literally. You slowly lifted the blanket over your head, revealing Eddie’s flushed face and the small beads of sweat along his hairline. You looked up at him, but he wasn’t making eye contact due to the possible implications that he didn’t want to address at the moment. You furrowed your brows, but you knew as you took your hand and wrapped it above the other one on his cock that he would break. You began wringing your hands around him, moving up and down while your wrists rolled back and forth. You took his balls into your mouth this time, sucking and flicking your tongue slowly as to play with them.

Eddie was in a blissful turmoil above you. His one hand was still gripping your hair for dear life, while the other was clinging to the sheets. He was swearing under his breath, letting out a small shit, baby every so often. His eyes were screwed shut as you had your way with him, and dared himself a glance at your frame kneeling in front of him.

He was doomed. Your makeup was slightly running, your eyes trained on where your mouth was ruining him. The visual of your hands going up and down his strained cock along with your tongue and lips kneading his balls was sending him into a frenzy, and when you hit him with those innocent doe eyes it was almost all he could take.

“You look so f-fucking pretty, sweetheart, you know th-that?” he praised. “Doing so good down there, so good for m-me.” You were now working with ultimate conviction, the flattery doing its job. “G-gonna, shit baby h-how do you know just how I l-like it,” he was falling apart in front of you.

You sucked on his balls with a little more force, your hands moved at an even faster pace, and you were determined to make him cum. You popped off his balls and replaced your mouth with your hand, taking his entire cock into your mouth. It was hitting the back of your throat, and your gag reflex was on the verge of being triggered.

“I c-can’t, gonna- oh god.” He couldn’t warn you in time, but the twitch inside of your mouth was your alarm that he was spent. With your entire mouth around his length, you could feel each surge of the cum that shot through and out of his cock, the hot fluid hitting your throat and forcing itself down your esophagus. The salty taste was foreign to you, and you honestly didn’t like it. But you didn’t totally hate it either. Your preferences didn’t matter as it was already filling your mouth. The last pulses of his cock played out, and you slowly made your way back until his dick was no longer in your mouth. A dribble of his cum was trickling out of your mouth, and you used your thumb to collect it before putting the thumb in your mouth, sucking off the semen.

Your gaze moved up to find Eddie gawking at you. His lips were parted, and his breathing was inconsistent. His entire face was red and damp, and his hands were in his matted hair. Yet he still looked so pretty, so submitted to you as if he was the one keeling at your feet. Your eyes darted around the room until you looked back at him.

“Well?” you said, completely unassuming. Eddie let out a loud but exhausted laugh.

“Don’t bullshit me, hun. That was not your first time at all,” he closed his eyes and sighed, finally at rest.

“Why would I lie about that?” you were offended. “That is, like, so beyond embarrassing.”

“I don’t know why you would lie about that, but you definitely did.” Eddie flinched at you smacking his leg, but just chuckled as he looked back down at you.

“What can I say, I’m a natural,” you gave him a small smile, and he dropped one of his arms to put his hand on your cheek. He rubbed his thumb lightly across your skin, the moment containing a hint of intimacy. You put your hands on the ground and got up to your feet, brushing off your shins and knees. “Well, thank you. You know, for teaching me.”

“I should be thanking you,” Eddie snickered. You rolled your eyes, turning around and grabbing your jacket. Eddie was pulling up his bottom articles of clothing while you weren’t facing him, and he was just pulling up the zipper when you turned back around. “Off to your house?”

“I guess so, yeah,” you said. “Gotta show off my new party trick.” Eddie gave you a tight smile, and he walked you out to the front door. “So,” you turned to face him. “This little experiment is confidential, right?”

“Oh definitely,” he laughed. “Robin and Steve would lose it, and don’t even get me started on if Dustin were to somehow find out.”

“Perfect,” you giggled back. An awkward silence fell over the two of you, and Eddie cleared his throat and opened the door for you. You walked outside, giving Eddie one final glance. He gave you a smile, and you saluted him.

What the fuck did you do that for?

He raised his eyebrows and gave you a little salute back, and you groaned in embarrassment and trudged down the stairs. You heard Eddie laughing behind you as he closed the door, finally reaching your car. You got behind the wheel and took a deep breath, turning the car on and heading for the actual performance you just had the dress rehearsal for.

Hopefully what worked on Eddie would work with this guy.

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dawnofh · 1 year

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Hello I hope you day is going well. I don’t know if you do requests but you write 141 so well and I was hoping if you could write a gn reader just going up to the pals and just tagging them and saying tag your it and running away. Please👀.

I don’t really do requests but I loved the idea, thanks. Have an amazing day🫶

Tagging 141 then running away [Headcannon]

Price

“Tag, Captain!! You’re it!!”

As you run away, Price just stares at you, with both disappointment and concern.

His thoughts are, It’s that damn phone again.

Will never entertain your childish behaviour because this is modern warfare not a playground.

However if you tag him and take his bucket hat then he’s suddenly Usain Bolt.

He finna hunt you down.

“You fuckin Muppet, have you lost your bloody mind?!”

Expect to be hit or injured in some way. You’ll be hurt emotionally and physically.

He’s the, ‘I’ll give you something to cry about’ type of parent.

If for some reason he is a parental figure to you, he still won’t entertain your childish behaviour. “Stop it, get some help.”

No matter what he doesn’t give two shits about your dumb game and will simply shake his head trying to figure out when and how he went wrong with you.

Might just pull out a gun or knife on you one of these days, “Tag me again and you’re losing all 5 fingers today.” Please don’t tag him.

Ghost

There is a time and place for everything. I repeat, there is a time and place for everything.

“Tag!! You’re it!!” Simon wouldn’t even react, he would simply watch you run then move on with life.

If Ghost took things personally then Rodolfo would’ve flown through the windscreen for making that mask joke.

Simon would get you back at the worst time, “Lieutenant I’m scared to jump.” You looked down at the cliff, wondering if the water would be able to break your fall. He’d give you that Ghost stare then put a hand on your shoulder and go, “Tag. You’re it.” Before pushing you off.

On a normal basis, just like Price he wouldn’t entertain you nor give you the time of day.

“Lieutenant do you even know what tag is?” You question if this man had a childhood or even had friends. Although he wouldn’t take lightly to the question and just stare to shut you up.

His anger doesn’t show in person so he’ll take it out on you during training, make you run around the base just because he can, “C’mon Soldier, pick up the pace!! I thought you liked running?!!”

Realistically speaking, you actually wouldn’t want to be chased by a 6’4 British man in a skull mask. That’s pure nightmare fuel and would likely give you PTSD for the rest of your life.

Soap

Competitive asf.

“Tag!! You’re it!!” as soon as you run away slowly as a joke you realise Soap actually got up to chase you, “STOP!! I DON’T WANT TO PLAY ANYMORE, SERGEANT!!!!!”

Don’t start something you can’t finish.

Soap is hella competitive and takes the game very seriously, there is no place on this base you could possibly run and hide.

Immobilises you to get a win.

‘It’s just a prank, bro.’ energy

“Let’s spice the game up by tagging each other with grenades.” “Sergeant what the fuck-“ “Okay fine…knives.” “Sergeant please-“

Is likely to start initiating the game to which Price disapproves of and shuts it down immediately.

Might even take the game a step further by doing it one time during a mission to which Ghost slaps you both at the back of your heads.

Never does it again but would offer to play hide and seek or the floor is lava at the base, so long as neither of you are caught.

Switches up real quick when Price or Ghost are around, “Y/N. How old are you?”

John was most likely that one kid in school who took tag too seriously therefore tag is now banned at the base.

Gaz

“Tag you’re—“ “IT!!!”

Gaz was that fast kid in school. He’s the one kid no one was able to tag and is an ankle breaker.

Will climb over tables and cars just to tag you back.

Probably is the type to trip you when you’re walking, so be warned when playing tag, this man will two feet you just to get a victory.

You two annoy the shit out of Price. He becomes a human shield when you two insist on running around him just so the other can avoid getting tagged.

You and Gaz will probably go around tagging the entire base and somehow get everyone involved. All fun and games until someone tags Price or Ghost.

Tag with Gaz becomes the extreme hide and seek. He’d quite literally sit in a tree and wait for you to walk pass so he can jump down and tag you. Unlike Soap, he genuinely does take the game as a joke but wants to win.

You two might even be able to convince Price to make tag a training exercise. With some terms and conditions however.

During missions you’d sneakily still play. Except tag in ghillie suits is not ideal and there’s a small chance of tagging the enemy.

Tag but make it sniping, “Tag, dude with the hat is down.” “Tag, guy with the balaclava is down.” “Tag, macho looking man is down.”

“Shut the actual fuck up, Muppets.”

Just like that. Tag is banned again.

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justmeinadaze · 9 months

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Take It Out On Me Part 16 (Steddie X You)

Warning with some notes: Please enjoy this Steddie story that I desperately need right now.

Daddy Steve and Sir/Master Eddie and Sub Fem reader and all that implies (I regret nothing) SMUT, restraints, slight degrading, dirty talk, over stimulation, THE SCOOPS AHOY UNIFORM (yes daddy), Not a whole lot of ANGST (saving that for the next chapter :P), reader mentions diabetes in her family very briefly, expresses being stressed and asks Eddie to help her relieve it, FLUFF (a lot of it; just come cuddle me please and tell me you're proud of me. )

Word Count: 3315

Steve smirks over at the booth you’re sitting in at his store as you do your homework. He loves watching your face scrunch as you focus, biting the end of your pen while you’re thinking. He could seriously just stare at you all day if you would allow him to. What you didn’t know was he had actually spent a lot of his high school years doing that very thing.

Like he had told Masie during your prom, he always found you attractive and not just physically. For those first years, you were always so quiet so when he saw you cracking up with Masie at the lunch table or making jokes with the other basketball girls, it made him swoon. That day he heard you shout at Carol junior year; he was so proud of you but at the same time angry with himself. Steve had also heard her picking on you beforehand and he didn’t say a word. He never did.

You had told him a few months ago how he had been tightly wound at the time you two officially met and that was part of the reason. Beside the fact that his dad was always on his ass, the popular kids were pushing him, and he was struggling at school, he hated who had become. For a boy who liked to be in control, he seemed to have very little if any.

That first night when Eddie insinuated that you hated him, it made Steve furious but at the situation. He didn’t want you to hate him. For a moment he thought he would never have a chance with you but then you kissed him, igniting a fire he had never felt before. Even if your relationship with him ended up being purely sexual he knew he’d do anything to take care of you and protect you.

“Hey. Take a break.”, he commanded as he slid a boat of your favorite ice cream in front of you and took a seat. Steve tenderly pushed some hair behind your ear and you exhaled as you leaned against his shoulder.

“Thank you. I’m so exhausted. I can’t wait for the semester to be over.”

After taking a bite of the snack he brought you, you offered him a spoon but he politely declined.

“I have to stay in shape.”

“For who?”, you cackled. “Steve Harrington, first off you always look amazing. Second, you eat all that fruit back there. I see you!”

“He does.”, Robin grins as he playfully scowls at her.

“There’s nothing wrong with fruit.”

“A little bit yeah. Too much of it, no. Fruit is loaded with sugar. My uncle’s a diabetic and he can only have so much because it raises his levels.”

“I didn’t know that. Is that the uncle in New York?”

“Yeah, I don’t talk about it much because usually I get the ‘Oh, you should really watch your weight’ speech even though most doctors do tests and find out I’m healthy.”

Steve reaches out to pet your head as you offer him your spoon again and this time he smiles as he takes an obnoxiously big bite.

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“Hey, sexy.”, Eddie grins as you enter the apartment and throw your bag against the wall. “Long day?”

You heavily nod as you stride over to him and wrap your arms around his waist, happily sighing when he kisses your forehead.

“May I ask you for a favor?”, you ask as you push your face into his chest.

“Of course, baby, anything.”

“Can you calm me down? I’m so stressed out and I just…don’t want to think about anything for a while.”

“I think I can do that. Do you want to wait for Steve or…”

“Hmmm…Daddy gets off in an hour. I’m sure you can find ways to fill the time until he gets home.”

Eddie chuckles as he leans back and cranes his neck to find your lips. “I definitely can. Come on, sweetheart. Let me help you relax.”

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A little over an hour later, Steve finally came through the door, kicking off his sneakers as he entered the apartment.

“Took you long enough!”, Eddie cackled. “Get in here, Steven.”

The man rolled his eyes as he sauntered towards the bedroom preparing a sassy comment that completely left his brain when his eyes landed on the scene before him. The metalhead was sitting in a chair across from the bed in just his jeans holding the vibrating wand in his hand. You were restrained in the bed, him using belts as handcuffs again that chained you to the headboard.

“Pretty girl asked for a little break so I just gave her some water and before I knew it she fell asleep. Perfect time for you to come home.”

“What, uh, what’s going on?”

“Y/N came home saying she needed some help releasing some stress. I asked her if she wanted to wait for Daddy and she said that I could fill the time however I chose until you got home.”, he wickedly grinned in the other man’s direction. “So out of curiosity, I wanted to know how many times I could make her cum before you got home. Right now, I’m at…12?” His fingers gesture towards the markings he had made on your tummy with a marker. “Yeah, 12.”

“We were talking and she kept saying how much she wanted to fuck you in that uniform.” Eddie rises from his chair and pats it for Steve to take. Hastily removing his pants, he climbed onto the bed and tenderly kissed up your body. “Princess, wake up. Daddy’s here.”

You groaned sleepily as you turned towards his voice and drowsily kissed his lips.

“Hey, honey.”, Steve cooed as he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “I’m home. Has Master been helping you clear your brain?”

Eddie climbed up further, placing his own knees by your head as his hand reached out to pet you while you nodded.

“Can you verbally answer me, babe?”

You purred like a cat as it stretches after a long nap. “Yes, Daddy. Sir has been taking real good care of me.”

They both moaned at your high-pitched tone as your eyes fully opened to find Eddie’s cock inches above your lips. Your tongue darted out to lick along one of his veins towards his balls.

“Fuck me, sweetheart. Don’t move, ok? Just…keep that mouth open for me while I make you cum again while Daddy watches. If you…you be a good girl for me Daddy can fuck you in his uniform just like you want, angel.”

“Yes, Sir.” Obediently, you open your lips, flattening your tongue as he slides his length down your throat. His palms slide down your skin, stopping to play with your nipples as you whimper around him. You jump as he lightly smacks them, squeaking at the sudden feeling causing Steve to salivate at the sound as his own palm finds its way to the bulge in his shorts.

Eddie grins as his hip gradually thrust against your face, his fingers sliding further down to glide through your folds and breach your core.

“Fuck, Harrington. She’s so fucking tight. I—jesus—I love how tight you get after you cum, princess.” As his digits work their magic inside of you, you whimper around his cock as he mewls above you. “That’s it. Good girl. J-just clear your mind and let go. Focus on—mmm—focus on my dick in the back of your throat. God, you feel so good.”

The sound of your slick fills the room as he trusts his fingers into you faster, his other hand behind your head gripping your hair and holding you still. When he felt your pussy clench around him, he stopped moving his hips and held you in place as your throat constricted around him.

The moan that left his chest was enough to send you over the edge as you came again and he promptly pulled himself out of your mouth allowing you to feel your climax.

A small chuckle escaped him as he kissed your forehead when you started to cry.

“Color, baby?”

“G-g-green, Sir. I just…I love you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank—”

Breathily, you kept repeating your last sentence as Eddie reached above you to release you from the headboard.

“I love you to, princess. You’re doing so good. Stevie, hand me that marker, please?” The man does what he asks and the metalhead marks another dash on your tummy before handing it back. “Are you ready to take my cock, sweetheart?”

“Please, Sir.”

“How are your wrists? Not to tight or cutting your skin, right?”, he asks as he positions you on all fours with your head facing Steve.

“No, Sir. Hi, Daddy.”, you grin drunkenly in his direction.

“Hey, honey.” His hand reaches out tenderly brush your hair out of your face as you fall flat against the mattress while Eddie utilizes one of the belts to tie your hands behind your back.

After widening your legs a bit more, his chest leans against you back as he grinds himself against you.

“Do you trust me, baby? Do you trust me to take you however I want to?”

“Of course. I’m yours.”

He mewls into your ear at your words. “It’s been a while since we’ve heard you say that.”

Craning your neck, you kiss his cheek till he turns so his lips can meet yours. “I’m yours, baby. Yours and Daddy’s. Make me feel good, Master, please. F-fuck me hard till I—”

While you were speaking, Eddie slowly slid his cock into your entrance, erasing almost all thought from your mind as he stretched your tight walls open. He growled in his throat at the feeling and you watched as the metalhead disappeared and Master fully stepped forward in his eyes.

“Keep going, little one.” His lips traced your shoulder and your eyes rolled back as he pumped his hips roughly into yours. “I said…keep…going…”

“Mmm—I want you to fuck me till—ah—till I can’t walk straight. I want to f-feel you both for days.”

Leaning back on his knees, he gave you what you wanted while taking what was his. You tried to keep your eyes on Steve in front of you as he licked his palm and stroked his cock but you struggled as Eddie hit every sensitive spot deep inside of you.

Slowly descending to his knees, he laid his face down in front of your own as you turned your cheek to lay your head flat on the mattress.

“How does it feel, baby girl?”

“S-so good, Daddy.”

“Yeah? Are you feeling less stressed?”

When you only nodded, Eddie’s palm came down hard on your behind.

“Yes, yes Daddy.”

The metalhead abruptly pulled out, tugging on your ankles till you were fully flat against the bed. Placing his knees on either side of your thighs, he guided himself back into your cunt as both his strong, tattooed arms came into view. When his hips slammed into yours, you swear you see stars.

Eddie was so deep inside of you, punching all the right places with his thick cock you didn’t even hear Steve asking you questions until you felt the other man’s sweaty skin against your back and his hand loop around to grip your throat.

“You’re not behaving, little girl. Daddy asked you something.”

“I can’t…I didn’t…”

“I guess you don’t want to fuck him in his outfit after all.”

“I do, I do. Please…”

“It’s ok, Ed. Little baby is just drunk off your cock. Isn’t that right, honey?”

“Feels so good. So deep.”

“Is Master just too much for your pretty little pussy?”

“Please…I’m…”

Eddie’s hand released you to allow his arm to wrap around until your head was resting in the nook of his elbow. His breath warmed your ear as he rolled his hips hard and fast making the bed jostle underneath you.

“Cum, princess. You can do it. Cum on my cock so I can fill you up, pretty girl. Goddamn…”

Your hands tugged against the belt while your lower half pushed back against him as you came. He grunted loudly and with a couple for hard thrusts released rope after rope of his seed into your body.

You both panted heavily as you continued to twitch underneath him.

“You��you did so good, sweetheart. Fuck. Do-do you need anything?”

“Can we unhook my arms for a little bit, please?”

Eddie smirked at your small voice as he lightly kissed your shoulder before climbing off you and unhooking the belt. When you rolled over onto your back Steve was waiting, delicately lifting you onto his lap as he leaned against the headboard.

He smiled to himself when your damp forehead leaned against the side of his face as he ran his palms over your arms to massage out any pain you may be having. He paused for a moment when he heard your giggle.

“What are you laughing at, honey?”

“You smell like bananas.”

“To be fair, I have cut back after what you told me.” His grin grew as you nuzzled your nose into his neck.

“It’s ok, Daddy. I like the way you smell.”

“Lay back, babe.”, he whispered.

Doing what he commanded, you lay flat on your back with your head on the pillow as he reaches for the marker and draws another line next to the others.

“Well look at you, little miss. One more and you’ll be at 15.” Your eyes flutter as you flash him a slanted sultry smile. “Are you ready for me?”

“Always, Daddy.”

Chuckling, he rolls till his body is on top of yours. Allowing you two space, Eddie moves to sit in the chair by the bed, watching as everything unfolds.

“So, you want the whole uniform? Do I need the hat?”

“No.”, you giggle as you run your hands through his hair. “No hat.”

“Why do you like this outfit so much? All the other girls seem to think I look like a dork.”

The way you smile up at him makes his heart melt. No one had ever looked at them the way did; with so much love and adoration. You didn’t know but it scared Eddie a bit the first time he saw it. After your fight with Carol junior year when he brought you food, he had found you snooping around his room. When you asked about the photo of his family, your eyes reflected that adoration and his wall went up.

The last woman who said she loved him abandoned him and for so long he was afraid of losing you. He thought maybe if he continued to be a prick and act like the tough scary bad boy then when you did leave it wouldn’t hurt so much. A part of him thought when you got back from New York, you wouldn’t want them anymore but when he slid into the classroom that morning and your big, beautiful eyes met his he knew. He knew you missed them as much as they had missed you.

“I don’t know. You just look so sexy to me.” Your hands gently run down his chest, your fingers grazing that little bit of chest hair that peaks above his shirt. “Maybe it’s just you in it.”

Opening your legs wider, you allow him more access as he begins grinding his hips against yours.

“We can test that theory. Let Munson try it on.”

“Steve Harrington, there isn’t enough money in the world you could pay me to put that uniform on.”

You both laugh as Steve reaches between your bodies to push down his shorts a bit more and grip his cock as he runs the tip through your folds.

“Fuck. Always so warm.” His head falls beside yours and your pussy clenches as his needy pants heat up the skin on your neck. “How do you want Daddy, baby? Tell me. Tell me how you need it.”

“I just need you. Please, Daddy. Take what’s yours. I don’t care if it hurts.”

“Jesus Christ.”, he groaned, lifting his head to watch himself guide his hard length into your cunt. Your tight, sore walls clung to him like a vice and it was almost to much for even him. “Fuck. I don’t think I can be fucking gentle.”

Placing your palm on his cheek, you bring his lips to yours.

“Then don’t.”

He growled as Daddy fully took control and he collapsed against you thrusting roughly into you. Your hands clung to him tightly, pulling and yanking at his clothes as you caressed him anywhere you could reach. Pushing up on his arms, one of his legs slid your own higher up the mattress forcing him deeper into you making you mewl. Reaching for your wrists, he held them above your head as he pounded into you, his cock hitting your overstimulated sensitive spots that Eddie had stuck numerous times that evening with his own cock and fingers.

“Open your eyes, baby girl. You—mmm—said you wanted to fuck me in this. You can’t see me when those beautiful eyes are closed.”

“Feels…so—fuck—good…”, you whined. Steve released your wrists as he leaned back onto his knees and lifted your legs over his shoulders.

“Cum, Y/N. Cum on my dick, baby.” His thumb reached down to play with your clit, making you cry out as your hand shot down to try and stop him. It was no use; he was stronger than you and all you did was egg him on as he rubbed your aching bundle of nerves faster. “Come on, honey! You can do it. Number 15. This is the last one! Make it count.”

Eddie bolted up from his chair to cover your mouth, muffling your scream as you came.

“Good girl! Yes, that’s our good girl.”

You barely heard his praises as your hooded eyes watched as his head hung and with a few more rough thrusts warmed your insides. You felt the cold tip of the marker glide the final tally on your stomach before two sets of lips tenderly kissed the sides of your throat.

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A little while later your eyes slowly opened at the feel fingers caressing your face.

“Hey. There she is. You doing alright, princess?” You nodded as you scoot your body closer to his. “Steve ran out to pick up some food really quick. He wanted to have everything ready for when you woke up and after we took a shower. He’s not as disgustingly sweaty as we are.” He grins when you laugh. “I wish I knew you before junior year. Sometimes I get jealous that Steve remembers you before we met.”

His comment fully wakes you up as your eyes search his.

“You don’t remember seeing me at all?”

“No because I’m pretty sure if I had I would have pursued you as soon as I did. Do you remember me?”

Wrapping your arm around his waist, he sighs pleasantly as your fingers trace down his back. “I knew of you but I never believed what I heard. To be fair, my head was always down 99% of the time.” He smiles, nodding to himself. “Where did that come from, Eddie?”

His movements stop as he gives you his full attention.

“I don’t have a lot of people in my life that I love and trust. My life…has been rough…pretty much until I met you. I love you, Y/N and I’m so fucking proud of you. I know school has been stressing you out but you’re just rockin’ it, babe. I hope you realize that.”

Tilting forward you place your lips on his before pressing your face into his chest.

“I do, Sir. Sometimes I just need to be reminded.”

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kkumawrites · 10 months

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The last thing you wanted to do was talk to Miyoung, let alone face to face. You didn’t do well with confrontation but you didn’t see much of a choice, afraid that she would take it out on Chan if you didn’t show your face. You had explained everything to Soonyoung to which he was pretty adamant on not letting you go and rightfully so. Still, you had already made up your mind, so he instead insisted that he at least come with you to be on standby. It had worried you on why he had phrased it like that, suddenly feeling a lot more nervous.

So here you were, sitting with your best friend on a bench while waiting for the wicked witch of the west to show up. Soonyoung was smoothing his thumb over the back of your hand, only temporarily giving you some relief from your anxiety. When she finally comes into view, she’s hand in hand with Chan. You can feel your stomach plummet and for a second you think you might actually throw up.

She saunters up to where you and Soonyoung are sitting, a fake smile plastered on her face. “Oh! Hey! Fancy seeing you guys here!” You blink at her, wondering if this bitch was for real. Miyoung doesn’t give you or Soonyoung a chance to say anything before her claws are wrapped around your wrists, pulling you up with a harsh tug. “Let’s go get something to drink! Baby, you stay here ok? We need some girl time,” Before you know it, she’s dragging you away and Chan is blissfully unaware of the dangers you’re in as he takes a seat next to his favorite hyung.

The two of you barely make it halfway across the field before she lets go of you with a shove, almost causing you to lose your balance but thankfully you manage to not fall on your face. Miyoung looks you up and down as if sizing you up, a look of disgust on her face and it sends a shudder down your spine as you uncomfortably look away.

“Look, I’m gonna make this clear ok? After your stupid little project you delete his number, better yet, block him. You never speak to him again. He’s not interested and why would he be? He has me,” She says this so seriously, complete with a hair flip. You roll your eyes.

“We’re just friends, regardless if I am interested or not. I have done nothing to interfere with your relationship nor do I have any plans to. Don’t take it out on me or Chan that you’re insecure that he’ll find someone better.” This time you turn on her, pushing a finger into her chest. “But I swear, if you lay your hands on him again. I will make sure you never see him again,” You’re deadly serious, fire in your eyes.

Miyoung scoffs, letting out a shrill laugh as she pushes your hand away. “You’re joking right? Are you trying to threaten me? Please, he NEEDS me. Why else would he still be with me? Besides i’m sure he knows he deserves it, if he was just a better boyfriend I wouldn’t have to remind him all the time,”

Now normally you’re not a violent person, but you’re unable to contain your anger, your pure hatred for this girl. Without thinking, you slap the bitch across the face and you’ll never admit the small bubble of satisfaction you feel in your chest at finally putting her in her place. She doesn’t make a sound, simply pressing her palm against her reddening cheek. When she moves her head to look back at you there’s a smile on her face that utterly confuses you.

Before you can register anything she decks you straight in the face, the impact of her fists against your nose is sickening and you stumble back, surprisingly able to stay up on two feet as you clutch your nose. You can vaguely hear someone screaming your name in the distance but you’re more concerned in making sure she didn’t break your nose as your fingers press against the appendage. It stings so bad and tears start to well up in your eyes.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Sooyoung's yelling at Miyoung who’s now cradled against Chan's chest, fake crying about how you slapped her.

“Hyung! Back up!” Chan tries to defend his girlfriend but Soonyoung is seething. “Look, I don’t know what happened but Y/N hit her first!”

“I don’t give a fuck! If your girlfriend broke her nose i’ll kill you,” He growls over at them and Chan’s quick to walk away, not wanting to deal with the situation anymore, more focused on Miyoung. Soonyoung’s fists are curled at his side as he watches them walk away, the audacity that Chan wouldn’t even check if you were ok.

“Soonie…” You mutter pathetically from behind him and he whips around fast, watching you with tears streaming down your face at the pain. He’s quick to come over and cup your face in his hands, checking the damage Miyoung did. When he peels your hands away from your face he curses as he sees blood dripping from your already bruising nose.

“Shit, your nose is bleeding. Are you ok?”

“I’m sorry- I don’t know what came over me…I just couldn't stop myself,” Your voice is slightly nasally as you come back to clutch at your nose.

“It doesn’t matter right now. Come on, let’s get you to the clinic, I swear to god if that bitch broke your nose i’ll kill both of them,”

“Damn…Seungkwan was right, that bitch has a nasty right hook,”

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geekfanficwriter · 1 year

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Tiny- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Requested by anonymous: Could i have an Eddie x very short reader? Like he always teases her for it but gets protective when anyone else teases her? Words: 1.6k Warnings: Teasing, overprotective Eddie, just pure fluff

Author’s Note: This fic is quite short but regardless I hope you like this anon!

‘Hey Tiny.’ Eddie said coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you resting his head on top of yours.

‘You know I have a name right?’ You say looking up at him. He smiles down at you and presses a kiss to your forehead.

‘Yeah but Tiny suits you much better because you’re so small.’ He laughs. You roll your eyes and wiggle out of his grasp, opening up your locker to put away your books for the evening.

‘I’m not that small, I’ll have you know I’m only slightly below average height.’ You pout with your arms crossed. Maybe that was a lie but how would Eddie know about national height statistics?

‘For who? Dwarfs?’ He wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close to him, kissing your forehead again. ‘I’ll like you this height, it’s like having a pocket-sized girlfriend.’ He laughs as the two of you walk out of school.

‘Whatever, are we still heading over to Harrington’s this evening?’

‘Plans haven’t changed as far as I’m aware. Should be heading over around 7pm.’ Eddie shrugged.

‘Great, we have time to get homework done so you can actually graduate this year.’ You say poking him in the rib as he groans.

‘Come on, let’s do something fun, please. I don’t even have any homework.’ He pouts down at you with those big brown eyes of his and you look away.

‘Don’t think you can seduce me, Munson. Besides, we’re in the same history class in case you forgot and we were assigned reading today.’ You looked up at him with a smirk on your face and he rolled his eyes.

‘You’re lucky, I love you.’ He sighs. You laugh and stand up on the tips of your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to meet your lips.

‘Love you too.’ You say after you pull away, heading over to Eddie’s van. He follows closely after you, unlocking the door and opening it for you.

‘Need a boost?’ He asks with a big grin on his face as you climb into the van.

‘You ask me that every time we go anywhere in your van and every time it’s not funny.’ You tell him as you shut the door. He moves round to his side of the car and opens up the door, getting in and starting up the engine and heading over to his place.

After a few hours of hanging out at Eddie’s and trying to force him to study (something which you knew was a useless battle but tried at nonetheless), you headed over to Steve’s for your regular hangout. You were excited to spend time with your friends. It had been a long week and sometimes you needed to vent to someone that wasn’t Eddie. Not that he wasn’t a great listener or partner or anything, it’s just that Robin and Nancy understood the problems that you had more than he did sometimes. Eddie’s van pulled up outside and you noticed Nancy’s car was already there meaning you two were probably the last ones there. You climbed out of the van and walked over to the door, ringing the bell which was quickly answered by Steve who greeted the two of you with a hug. You headed on through to the living room, seeing that your suspicions were correct and everyone else was already there. Eddie dragged you over to an armchair, sitting down and pulling you onto your lap.

‘You know there’s plenty of other places to sit, right?’ Steve commented as he sat down next to Robin on the couch.

‘It’s okay, Tiny here doesn’t need her own seat. She doesn’t take up that much room.’ He smirks and your turn around and glare at him.

‘Seriously stop that.’ You pout. You knew Eddie was only playing and it didn’t really bother you but my god you wished he’d get a better joke or at least stop using ones you’d heard 100 times from everyone else. You could think of a hundred more original jokes that he could use (not that you’d ever tell him, he didn’t need more ammunition).

‘You can’t intimate me you’re like a kitten, too cute to be scary.’ He rests his head on your shoulder and kisses your cheek.

‘Rats are small and you’re scared of them.’ You shoot back at him. It was his turn to glare as Steve started laughing.

‘Munson’s scared of rats?’ Steve laughed, throwing his head back.

‘Yep, saw one in his trailer recently and screamed like a little girl, I had to coax it out of his trailer.’ You smile in pride as Eddie squeezes your middle annoyed that you would tell that story.

‘Look, I was just shocked. I would’ve reacted perfectly normal if it wasn’t for shock.’ He protested. ‘Anyway, where are the snacks, Harrington?’ Eddie changed the subject quickly.

‘Through in the kitchen. I’ll go get them.’ Steve goes to stand up but Eddie waves him off.

‘I got it.’ You climb off his lap and he heads through to the kitchen looking for snacks. You decide to follow after him and help him out. He asks you to grab a bowl so you open the cupboard and see that Steve has replaced the popcorn bowl on the top shelf. You reach up and try to grab it yourself but you’re unable. Just as you’re about to climb up onto the counter, you see an arm come from behind you and grab it with ease.

‘Sorry forgot about your height issues.’ Eddie grins at you holding the bowl in his hands. You huff and grab the bowl from him, carrying it through to the living room as Eddie trails behind with bags of snacks. Once the two of you have sat down, you all start chatting about how your weeks have been. The conversation flows easily and the five of you are soon laughing and joking having a great time.

‘I just don’t understand the appeal of your nerd books, Munson. I mean why are you rereading them again?’ Steve asks after Eddie tells the group that he’s currently been rereading Lord of the Rings.

‘Because they’re great I mean who wouldn’t want to live in a world with Elves and Dragons and Dwarves.’ Eddie lists off his reasons for loving the series as you smile at him, excited to see how passionate he is about the topic.

‘Oh, that’s why you like it because you like dwarves.’ Steve laughs and everyone looks at him with confusion. ‘Because Y/N is short.’ Steve clarifies.

‘You making fun of my girlfriend, Harrington?’ Eddie switches tone, wrapping his arms around you protectively.

‘What? You’re always poking fun at her height!’ Steve exclaims clearly confused as to why Eddie would be so annoyed about this.

‘Because she’s my girlfriend and you make fun of her, I’ll make you regret it.’ Eddie shoots back, glaring at Steve.

‘Eddie, calm down.’ You take his face in your hands and make him look at you instead of Steve, his eyes immediately softening. ‘Sorry, he’s majorly overprotective.’ You turn to face Steve, who’s still really confused as to what exactly he’s done wrong.

‘Don’t apologise to him.’ Eddie pouts, his arms still wrapped tightly around you.

‘He didn’t mean anything by it, babe.’ You reach over and stroke Eddie’s hair as his head rests on your shoulder. ‘Although I mean it when I say you’re not having any more beer.’ You pull the half-full bottle out of his hands, taking it for yourself.

‘Hey, that’s mine!’ Eddie protests, trying to grab it out of your hands but you hold it away from him.

‘You’re getting all overprotective like you do when you drink so no more drinks for you.’ You shrug and Eddie flops back onto the couch annoyed that you’ve stolen his drink from him. Pretty quickly the conversation returns to normal and you all spend the rest of the night laughing and joking.

Eventually, Jonathan and Nancy decide they need to leave as they have an early morning so they head off and you and Eddie make a decision to leave no longer after. You get up and say your goodbyes to Steve and Robin, giving them big hugs before you’re out the door, heading over to Eddie’s van.

‘Was that really necessary, Mr Overprotective?’ You say to Eddie once the door was closed behind the two of you.

‘Was what really necessary?’ Eddie glanced over at you.

‘Attacking Steve for making a comment about my height. I mean he’s right you do it all the time.’ You shrug.

‘Yeah, but when I do it, it’s out of love. I mean I love how small you are. I just don’t want anyone else making any comments about you, ever. It’s the same as how I’d lose my shit if another guy called you sexy but I say it all the time.’ Eddie turns to face you and places his hands on your hips.

‘Steve was just joking babe but thanks for looking out for me. Even if I don’t need it.’ You smiled slightly at him.

‘I’ll always look out for you, you’re my girl.’ He shrugs.

‘Good to know, I’ve got my big, strong man to protect me.’ You say, teasing him slightly and wrapping your arms around his neck.

‘And I’ve got my tiny girl to protect.’ He says leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips.

#eddie x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn x oc #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things

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herehavesomeheadcanons · 2 years

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Black Butler x reader headcanons, but it’s only the characters I think deserve more attention.

Ash Landers

🤍💜 If you managed to get Ash to fall for you, good job. This angel is SO PICKY when it comes to a s/o. I doubt anyone but the purest of heart could turn his pretty head. Seriously. He’s like a unicorn or something.

🤍💜 Absolutely devoted to his s/o. If you’re looking for a loyal doormat, Ash is your angel. He will cook, clean, and do basically whatever you need him to. Seriously, all you have to do is ask.

🤍💜 Definitely takes everything way too seriously, so avoid joking requests like, oh, i dunno, “could you light London on fire for me?” He will. Don’t test him.

🤍💜 I feel like his favorite dates would be either sitting at home and chatting over a cup of tea, or someplace high up. He’s an Angel, after all. He likes to be near the sky.

🤍💜 Yes, he will fly you around. Unless you’re scared of heights.

🤍💜 Can and will fight anyone who even looks at you wrong. You might want to keep hold of his arm so he doesn’t get himself charged with arson and murder.

🤍💜 Very gentle, and shy with physical affection. He doesn’t want to taint such a pure being! You are going to have to just tackle him. He will NEVER admit it, but he loves physical affection more than anything. He also loves complements and praise.

🤍💜 Overall, a wonderful catch of a man- well, angel. He will definitely treat you right :)

Snake

🤍💛 Oh he’s such a cute little shy bean! All you’d have to do was give him a singular complement and he’d be head over heels for you. If you like snakes, even better! His friends will love you too :)

🤍💛 rarely speaks for himself. You might have to try behavior training to get him to tell you what HE says, instead of what his snakes are saying. Not that he ever really disagrees with his snakes, but still.

🤍💛 Yeah his snakes do a lot of the flirting for him, and they all have WILDLY different ways of going about it. Wordsworth, as the refined gentleman he is, gives very good complements. Emily likes to be in charge of planning dates. Goethe is very friendly and will ask how your day’s been (even if he just asked the same question five minutes ago!). Oscar is the problem snake. He’s a lil naughty noodle. More often than not, his comments are not translated (”Oscar! He can’t say THAT! Says emily”).

🤍💛 Very very shy about physical affection, but if you give it to him he will be addicted. Like, very addicted. He’s particularly fond of cuddling. He likes to be warm :)

🤍💛 Oh gosh if you complement his scales he will melt. He’s so self conscious and probably always worried that people with judge you harshly if he’s seen with you.

🤍💛 Defend him from bullies and you’ll have his loyalty forever. He will. Not. Leave. Your. Side. (Is that really such a bad thing? He’s so cute-)

🤍💛 Oh gosh please be gentle with him he’s such a fragile little noodle- Always speak with a gentle tone. He’s very sensitive to criticism.

🤍💛 Yes, you can hold his snakes. Yes, you can boop their little snoots. Just be gentle.

Charles Grey

🤍💙 Just don’t be a boring, beige colored, saltine cracker of a person and he’ll love you. By that I mean, actually have a personality. Be funny! Challenge him! Keep things interesting!

🤍💙 This man is a five year old trapped in a grown man’s body. Just look at that smug face. Does he look like a mature adult to you? He’d probably go to a carnival with you if you asked him. AND he’d win you all the prizes. He’s just that good.

🤍💙 Buys you lots of expensive gifts. He’s filthy stinking rich, after all. Will also take you on the most extravagant dates. I hope you like fancy food (and lots of it!) :)

🤍💙 He already knows how awesome he is, but tell him anyway. Are you just feeding his already over-large ego? Yes. Should you stop? Absolutely not. The way he puffs out his chest and shows off is just the cutest thing! Like one of those funny birds of paradise.

🤍💙 Being best friends with Phipps is a requirement. They’re a packaged deal. Which is funny, considering they’re polar opposites. Phipps has been dealing with Charlie’s shit for years now, he’s happy to have you around to lighten the load.

🤍💙 Boundaries? What are those? This little shit is all up in your business 24/7 and hates when you don’t pay attention to him. Absolutely loves physical affection. Not even the slightest bit shy about it. Prepare to be absolutely smothered with affection.

🤍💙 Would you like to learn fencing? He’d be delighted to teach you! Even more so if you happen to be good at it. This bastard loves a challenge!

🤍💙 He’s scared of ghosts and snakes, and you can DEFINITELY use that to your advantage. He will deny his fears till the day he dies, but it’s pretty obvious how terrified he is. You can get some pretty funny reactions out of him with a well-placed rubber snake! He’ll pout about it for a while, but after a bit he’ll come right back. Be warned: if you give him a particularly good scare he might end up in your bed that night. (He’s TOTALLY not scared, he just wants to make sure you’re ok!)

Aleister Chambers

✨❤️ Buckle up, buttercup. If you’re actually here for this man, i applaud your unique tastes. Not everyone can handle this bastard.

✨❤️ If you have a female body, congrats! You’re his type! Hope you didn’t want to get rid of him any time soon, because you will be stuck with his dramatic ass from the first time he lays eyes on you. And he has plot armor.

✨❤️ Yes. He is very, very, very dramatic. If you’re reading this, you’ve likely seen the show and you know EXACTLY how he acts. If you say even ONE insulting thing to him, he will act like you’ve stabbed him with a sword and flop onto the nearest piece of furniture, moaning about how you’ve wounded his feelings. It’s really funny, actually.

✨❤️ Will spoil you with extravagant gifts. He’s rich, what did you expect? He has SCARY good tastes, and will pick the best outfits for you. Don’t ask how he found out your size for… well, anything.

✨❤️ Oh he’s so clingy. Constantly wants your attention. I really don’t know what else to say, but it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he is NOT shy with physical affection. If physical affection is your love language, you’ll be in heaven with this man.

✨❤️ Get ready for some WEIRD pet names. Hands up, who’s surprised? Nobody? Thought so. Sure, he COULD use normal pet names, but it’s much more fun to come up with his own. If you give him a weird pet name, he’ll be absolutely delighted. Go ahead, see who can come up with the strangest nickname. It’ll be fun.

✨❤️ Honestly it’s worth it to endure him just for the free entertainment. His natural personality is so over-the-top extravagant that even just sitting at home with him is like watching a comedy skit. He gets way too excited about absolutely everything, and will randomly start spinning like he’s a glitched video game character.

✨❤️ He loves to dance! And throw extravagant parties where he can show you off to everyone.

✨❤️ Over all, is he a creep? Yes. But he’s also funny, pretty, and rich. So in all actuality, he’s a pretty decent catch.

Drossel Keinz

🧡💙 If you’re here for this man- er- puppet, congratulations, you are one of the only groups with more unique tastes than the Aleister simps. I’m honestly just writing him because he’s funny and i like his funky, jerky movements.

🧡💙 Achievement get! Acquire stalker (provoke any kind of positive feelings from the creepy puppet man)

🧡💙 Yeah he’s gonna stalk you for a while. He might not even approach you at all. He’s just curious about these ‘feelings’.

🧡💙 If he does approach you, it’s gonna be awkward as fuck. Seriously. He has no idea how to properly socialize, much less flirt. (Haha relatable)

🧡💙 every time he’s confused he does his little 90 degree head tilt. He’s confused a lot. He’s trying his best, ok? He quite literally has straw for brains.

🧡💙 If you’re artistic, he’d love to do art things with you. He’d also really love to show you his puppet collection. Hope you didn’t like sleeping :)

🧡💙 He’s not great at affection in general, but he tries. Sometimes his complements come off as creepy. Awkward head pats. So many awkward head pats. His skin feels like wood, and he smells like sawdust.

🧡💙 Be patient and explain things to him. He’s not great at feelings yet. Also very bad at even recognizing his feelings. Talking through feelings stuff with him is a great way to bond.

Gregory Violet

🖤💜 Anime onlys buckle up because some of the characters you only see in the manga are the best. Case in point, this art goth.

🖤💜 I feel like he would go for a more introverted s/o. Especially someone who’s artistic, like him. Not certain how two introverts get together, but whatever.

🖤💜 He’s a little eccentric, but that’s just part of his charm. Where else are you gonna find a cutie that likes to blow bubbles in his tea?

🖤💜 Unlike with other people, if he says he’s gonna draw you, he’ll actually draw you. He won’t make you stay posed for five hours while he draws everything BUT you (rip Greenhill).

🖤💜 You want to draw him? He’s a little shy, but i’m sure you can convince him to pose for you. He wants you to be happy, after all.

🖤💜 Café dates!! And art museum dates!! You should definitely attend his concerts as well. Make sure to complement his dancing afterwards! He’s a little embarrassed about having to dance in front of crowds. Remember, he doesn’t like dancing to begin with.

🖤💜 You might have to pester him for a bit, but he will give you private performances. Will it be the whole P4? Probably not. He wouldn’t want to bother his friends with something so silly. Besides, you’re his, not theirs.

🖤💜 He sings wonderfully. I imagine him having a low baritone kind of voice. The songs he sings for concerts often get stuck in his head (much to his annoyance), so sometimes you can hear him singing in the shower.

🖤💜 Unlike literally everybody else on this list, Violet is not clingly. He’ll give you your space when you need it. He needs his space too.

🖤💜 Not very physically affectionate. He’s pretty strictly traditional and what not, so you might have to beg him for kisses. Unfortunately, his lipstick doesn’t really taste like anything.

🖤💜 He’s actually really low maintenance and pretty self sufficient. Probably one of the best picks on this list, if i’m being completely honest.

#black butler x reader #black butler x you #Ash Landers x reader #black butler snake x reader #charles grey x reader #aleister chambers x reader #drossel keinz x reader #gregory violet x reader

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littlesubbyflower · 1 year

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Smoochy Kiss - E.M.

Modern AU Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary : You show Eddie a cute TikTok and he’s more than willing to recreate it with you

820 Words

Warnings - None? This is tooth rotting fluff. (if there are any warnings that you think should be added, please PM me and I will add them!!)

Author’s Note : I came up with this blurb out of spite over a legitimate TikTok that my boyfriend refuses to make with me even though I cried over it lmao. My fictional boyfriend Eddie would NEVER deny the simple pleasures of recreating TikToks.

Thank you @myobmaya for always reading my ideas and helping me bring them to life! I am forever grateful and I love you always for it! 💖

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The video started off simple, just a girl applying lipstick, smudging it a bit, and then her boyfriend’s hand comes into view and the camera pans to the left to bring him into view and he has kiss marks all over his face and he grins like an idiot.

‘This is so cute, what the fuck?’ you think to yourself.

“Hey Eddie!!” You call out, hoping he’d hear you from your spot on the couch.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Eddie says, walking into the living room.

“So, uh, I saw this video… and..” you look up at him while he’s now standing in front of you “Actually, never mind. It’s stupid, and you probably won’t want to. Sorry to interrupt whatever you were doing in the bedroom.”

“No, no. Let me see it, baby.” He sits next to you and waits for you to show him the Tiktok you were previously watching. You unlock your phone and show him the video, and he gently takes your phone and watches the video three more times before he hands you your phone and bolts out of the room without a word.

Moments later, he reappears with several different shades of your lipstick.

“Do it. Let’s do it, please.” He shoves the lipsticks into your hands.

“Really? You’d want to do this with me?” You ask, shyly.

“Of course! If it’s something that will make you smile, I’ll do it.” He says seriously, kneeling in front of you. “Now get to smoochy-kissing, baby, those kiss marks aren’t going to appear themselves!”

You laugh and pick up a pinkish shade, you apply it and kiss his forehead and his cheek. You pick up a darker shade and kiss his other cheek, his temple and his nose. He picks up his favorite shade, red, and applies it for you. You kiss his lips, his jaw and another on his neck.

Eddie let out a groan, “Baby if you keep kissing my jaw and neck we will never finish this video.”

“Sorry. Ed’s, it’s just so tempting!” you giggle and kiss his jaw again.

“Okay, perfect. Now, start the video and apply this shade like she did, and don’t forget to smudge it a little.” Eddie says, excitedly pushing your phone into your hands. You roll your eyes at his eagerness and start the video, doing exactly what the other girl had done. Eddie brings his ring clad hand up into the camera’s view and you pan the camera to him and he’s smiling like an idiot, looking at you with pure love in his eyes. You bring the camera back to your view and make a silly face before saving and drafting the video.

“I’m going to screen record it and send it to the girls.” You say, doing just that. Once you send it to the group chat between Nancy, Robin and yourself, you just sit and wait for their reply.

“I think this is the best Tikkok you’ve ever made.”

“Sweetheart, this is the only TikTok I've ever made.” Eddie says laughing, and laying his head in your lap.

“Oh, Robin is facetiming me!” you say as the phone starts ringing.

“Hi Rob-”

You are interrupted by the sound of her gagging.

“That video was so cute it was disgusting.” she gags again.

“Post it! I thought it was sweet!” Nancy yells from somewhere in the background.

Robin shushes her and looks back at the screen. “She’s right, it is sweet, but disgusting at the same time. Like, I'm gay and all, but that was next level gay and I would appreciate it if you did not subject me to that kind of content again.” She jokes.

Eddie takes the phone out of your hands, flashes Robin a grin and pulls the phone back to be able to see his own face on the screen better.

“You’re just mad Nance won’t let you do this with her!” Eddie teases.

“You’re right, lover boy, she is mad that I won’t let her, how sad!” Nancy calls out from somewhere in the background again.

“Well me and my darling here are going to hang up so we can post our disgusting video now!” Eddie laughs, earning a gag from Robin again before hanging up.

“Hey! I didn’t even get to tell them bye!” you complain.

Eddie shrugs his shoulders and purses his lips for a kiss. “I’d like an actual kiss now, m’lday!”

“Let me post this video before I forget!” You add the necessary tags and music to the video before posting. “Okay, and done! It’s posted!” You lean down and press a quick peck to Eddie’s lips.

“But I wanted a smoochy-kiss!” Eddie whines and pouts. You just laugh and push him off your lap and he falls to the floor with a light thud.

“Sorry, not now, lover boy!” You say as you walk off to find the makeup remover and some cotton pads.

#eddie munson #modern au eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #littlesubbyflower #lsfwrites

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hyunnieshannie · 1 year

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EX | HJ

Chapter 3: We'll be your new body guards

Pairing: Han Jisung x Fem. Reader

Word Count: 8,408

General Synopsis: Your ex? Shitty. Your family? Worse. Your best friend? Left for a tour in the middle of one of the worst times of your life. How are you meant to deal with planning what should have been your wedding, dealing with your family, and pretending like you're not falling apart all on your own?

General Warnings: Idol! Jisung, mentions of other Idols (P1Harmony/Seventeen), all views on these idols are purely fictional. Idol AU. Mentions of cheating, mentions of smoking and drug use (weed and cigarettes), Mentions of drinking, angst, self esteem issues, depression. Y/N is older than Jisung. (I'm sorry for the jokes that come out of this) (any tags I missed please feel free to let me know! More tags to be added as the story goes on.)

Chapter Warnings: SO MANY HURTFUL THINGS SAID IM SO SORRY, FIGHTING (nothing physical), there's just a lot to unpack.

→ A/N: God I am so unoriginal with names, sorry to the friends I threw into this... such a long chapter, I just HAD to get in that fight, and didn't realize how long it was oh my god. I hope you guys enjoy though!

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“Hey,” Jisung says as he opens the door gently, you stand there staring down at your shoes as he speaks, you feel slightly rude not looking at him as you mutter a pathetic ‘hello’ to him. The door swings open wider, granting you space to walk inside. Keeho walks in before you, carrying your suitcases, as you clutch your favorite stuffed animal. The familiar feeling of embarrassment nulls the rest of your senses. You hadn’t felt like this since your first time walking into Keeho’s home seven months ago, only this time it’s worse. This time instead of coming into a friend's home, someone you’d known for years; you’re walking into a home full of people you’d barely even met.

“It’s just until I get back,” Keeho whispers, as he gently nudges you forward. Hesitantly you walk in and observe your new living space. The house is nice so far, the living room is large and clean, and the kitchen is modern. There are stairs leading up just on the further side of the room, large windows spanned the far wall allowing for the orange colors of the setting sun to seep right in. Your bags are placed down with a thud, as Keeho straightens himself out, standing tall beside you. “Thanks, Ji. Seriously, this means a lot to us” he says. The unease of being in a new place is bearable but the thought of having to call this home for the next few months, doesn’t sit right. This isn’t home, not yours at least. A few voices sound from upstairs, muffled behind closed doors.

“No problem, honestly. Everyone’s happy to have her, and Min’s pretty excited to have another girl in the house.” Min? Another girl? Meeting Jisung’s other roommates was something you had prepared yourself for but there was never any mention of another girl living in the house, and the idea of that scared you. It wasn’t typically hard for you to get along with other women, but you’d surrounded yourself so much with the boys you’d almost forgotten what the company of a woman would be like, and Leah was hardly a good example of sisterhood among women.

“Ah, I’m sure she is; living with you guys must be rough. Can’t imagine how she’s survived.” Keeho laughs,

“mmm, “ Jisung hums, “She might actually be worse than the rest of us, you should hear her at night it’s-”

“Woah I don’t want to know!” Keeho blushes, clearly making a presumption about the end of Jisung’s sentence.

“Not like that you creep.” Jisung laughs, “She plays fucking league of legends, valorant, and shit she gets riled up screams at her teammates, honestly sometimes I wonder how Chan is the one with a banned account and not her, I mean her toxicity is way up there sometimes” he giggles as he turns to you, watching as you look around and take in the new environment. She’s toxic enough for Jisung to wonder why her online games haven’t banned her, you think to yourself, Fuck how am I even going to speak to her?

“She yelled at you, didn't she?” Keeho snickers as Jisung side eyes him,

“Yea- THAT’S NOT THE POINT KEEHO” Jisung whines, loud thumps come from upstairs making their way towards the stairs, the girl you could only assume Jisung yells out to him,

“ARE YOU STILL TALKING SHIT JI?” She yells, “I SWEAR TO GOD JISUNG THE NEXT TIME YOU INT ME IN A RANKED GAME, WILL BE THE LAST TIME WE DUO” She stares up at Jisung who turns to her un-phased, “And I’ll report you for inting. Maybe post on twitter how shit you are at Lea-” slowly her gaze falls on you, she quiets down quickly as her face flushes a bright shade of red, “Oh shit-” she mutters, “You’re here,” you smile up at the girl, her eyes still narrowed as she looks at Jisung, “You should have warned me you fucking moron,” She says before turning back around, “I’ll be right back!”

“Hey wait!” Jisung calls out, reaching out for her as if magically he’d be able to pull her from the stairs to the front door, “Where's your friend?” he asks, her face is dark from the hood she has pulled over her head and her expression is slightly unreadable,

“Why do you want to know?” she smirks,

“I just want to know if she’s staying for dinner or not.” He sighs, another person in the house, ‘It won’t be overwhelming Y/N’ ‘It’ll be fine Y/N’ Kee you liar.

“Why does it matter to you, you’re not the one that cooks in the house.” she smirks again, as Jisung looks up at her with eyes that silently tell her to ‘shut the fuck up’ she’s with Chan in his room anyway”

“WAIT JISUNGS COOKING?” More loud thuds come from upstairs, a door slamming open as someone leans over the railing, “WAIT YOU CAN COOK?” She laughs, “Who’d have known!”

“Shut it Maddy and go back to eating Chan’s face or something,” Jisung sighs, the girl laughs loudly as she walks away back into the room she came from,

“We’re just watching videos, you loser!”

“Sure you are!” he yells back,

“Don’t be mad ‘cause it aint you!” She yells back before the door slams shut, Jisung fakes a gag which earns him a pillow to the face thrown directly at him by the other girl who still stood on the stairs, quickly she turns back around and runs back up hiding herself in her hoodie and disappearing into the second level. A door shuts, and now you’re back to being with only Keeho and Jisung.

“Sorry,” Jisung mutters, “Maddy and Mini are something.” You give him a weak smile, you were told you’d just be meeting his roommates, you didn’t expect another girl, and NOW a friend of said girl, and Chan? “I’ll introduce you to Min, Hyunjin, and Changbin after you get settled,” you nod as he turns back to Keeho. “Have fun on tour,” he smiles widely, genuinely. Jisung brings Keeho into a hug, as he wishes him luck and fun on his adventure around the world. You stare up at Keeho wishing, for a moment he’d just take you with them; but you know that he can’t. That’s not how it works.

After a few more minutes of chatting, Keeho pulls you into a tight hug. “I’ll be back soon, Y/N/N” you sigh into his chest as he whispers to you that it’s only going to be a few months, that you can call him whenever, that even if he isn’t physically present; he’s still here for you. You know he is. You know he’d never leave you alone willingly and you know that you can talk to him whenever you want but it wasn’t that. It was still the idea of being with new people you barely know.

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“And that’s the entire first floor.” Jisung says as you slowly follow behind him, the first floor was mainly the kitchen, and a utility room connected to it. The living room being the centerpiece of the first floor. It had a small powder room, and a larger room filled with mixing equipment, microphones, and different instruments all crammed into it.

As he finishes showing you the last room, Chan makes his way down the stairs smiling warmly as he spots you, “Y/N,” he takes wide strides towards you as the other girl who’s voice you’d only heard follows closely behind him, “good to see you again,” he brings you into a tight hug; your body tenses up. Unsure as to why he’s even hugging you in the first place. He lets you go as the girl walks up slowly beside him, placing herself into the situation. Shit. You think to yourself, avoiding eye contact with her as you mumble a quick ‘you too’.

“Hi,” the girl says cheerfully, as she extends her hand; you take it cautiously hoping for her not to squeeze too tightly as a warning of coming near what seems to be her man. “I’m Maddy!”

“Y/N, nice to meet you,” your cheeks turn a light shade of rose, as you look at the ground. She holds your hand softly as she introduces herself.

“I should get going! But it was nice to meet you Y/N! Hope to see you again,” she smiles, waving goodbye; she wasn’t as bad as you had thought but still. What an uncomfortable way to meet someone. Chan quickly follows her to the door, leaning down to her height to give her a quick kiss goodbye. “Goodnight,” she smiles, before quickly changing from a sweet and soft voice to screaming up the stairs. “BYE MIN!!” She waits a moment, no answer. “Bitch probably can’t hear me over her game,” she giggles while opening the door, just as she walks out Jisung let’s out a loud sigh. “What Ji?”

“You hate me just say it,” he whimpers, truly looking at her like a kicked puppy.

“True” she laughs,

“Wow.”

“Shut up,” she continues giggling as she rushes over to give him a hug, he smiles at her embrace; letting her go as a car pulls up to the driveway, headlights beaming in through the windows. She rushes out the door, Chan who stands by it watches her until the very moment the car takes off.

“Sorry,” Jisung’s face shows clear signs of embarrassment, does he like Chan’s girlfriend? “Let’s get your stuff upstairs,” he goes to pick up one of your suitcases, but Chan beats him to it. Picking up both leaving Jisung to grab only the small backpack you had with you.

“I got it, you show her upstairs,” Chan walks in front of you, trudging up the stairs, muscles flexing as he carries the two heavy bags. Jisung motions with his arms, for you to follow Chan up as he follows behind. The stairs led to a smaller open area, with two hallways leading into multiple different rooms. A large clean shared bathroom in the middle of the hallways to the left.

“That’s Changbin, and Chan’s bathroom,” Jisung smiles. The three bedrooms in the hall all had their doors closed with names labeled above them. Chan, Bin, Han. They read. “We put those there for you, so you could find whoever you needed.” His voice indicated he was shy about mentioning how they’d thought of labeling themselves, all for your sake. He takes a quick right into the further hall, where three more doors sit closed. Chaos, Hyun, Mini & Y/N “I hope you don’t mind,” he whispers, “Mini said she’d share her room.” share her room. If you didn’t think you were already intruding, you definitely did now. Knowing you’d have to share a room.

“W-what’s the ‘chaos’ room?”

“Gaming mainly, it’s where Mini put her pc when she first moved in, from there we kind of just decided to let her have it. Chan put some sound boards up to try and muffle her screaming, it helps. A bit.” he laughs as he opens the room. The lights were off but the colors from the computer shone brightly throughout, pinks and purples, as the silent pc sat turned on. Two Monitors, displaying colorful moving backgrounds of animated characters. LED lights wrapped around the room, a camera connected to the PC by organized wires, a ring light sat tucked in a corner. The room is what you would expect out of one of those big streamers you often see on twitch or YouTube. The wall behind the large black and white chair had a nice backdrop, but the one behind the pc was covered to the max in posters, polaroid's, and light sticks hanging from command hooks.

“Is that a-”

“Photocard inside the pc?” Jisung laughs, “Yes, she says it gives her good luck in games.”

“She streams?”

“Sometimes, I think this is mainly stuff from her old place; she used to do a bunch of content on different sites but stopped recently.” he closes the door quietly, as Chan drops the bags in front of the door labeled Mini & Y/N. “I’ll go get her,” he smiles, walking towards Hyunjin’s door. He taps on it lightly, and someone rushes to open it. She opened it quickly, smiling as she walked out and closing it behind her. You can finally get a good look at the person you’d now be sharing a room with. Her name, Mini, was the opposite of her. She’s taller than both Chan and Jisung, with long hair split-dyed down the middle. Black and white, she wore a large black hoodie and a baggy pair of sweats. “Min, this is Y/N.” Jisung says, as she approaches you. “Y/N this is-”

“Mini, Moni, whatever works, sorry about earlier. I was expecting you later.” her voice is soft, but not high pitched, a calming mid range honestly. Jisung looks back to you, attempting to read your expression but you offer him nothing. Just a weak smile.

“Y/N, nice to meet you.” She smiles at you, bringing you into a tight hug.

“Be nice to have another girl around here,” She giggles,

“Yeah, as if you’re a girl.” Jisung snorts,

“Do you want to die now? Or should I smother you while you sleep?” She gives him a glare, and he quickly backs down. “Go take Hyune to the store. I planned dinner. He knows what to get. I’ll get her settled in because god knows you’re not going anywhere near my room.” Jisung nods as he walks towards Hyunjin’s room, looking back at you with caring eyes before slipping quickly into the room. Mini takes you inside her room. It’s nice, the same large windows spanned one wall, a large bed with a fluffy black duvet and matching pillows was centered against the furthest wall. The room is a light shade of blue, while most of her décor was white, a few paintings hung on her walls, and a study desk sat against the windowed wall. The closet was large, and the door to the washroom within the room was kept open. “It’s not much, everything else is in the other room-” she says nervously,

“No- It’s nice.” you say, she smiles weakly at you before laying one of your suitcases across the bed.

“I cleared out the closet the best I could for you-” she says as she opens the door, half of it empty with hangers waiting for your clothes to be placed, “and this is the washroom,” she walks over with you following. It was a nice size, for sure big enough for two. What you found most interesting was the shower, it was huge. The tub centered inside of it, honestly it looked like it had popped out of a ‘bathroom inspo’ Pinterest page. “This used to be the master bedroom.” she says softly, “Boys gave it to me expecting us to use it since-”

“Us?” You ask, you didn’t mean to let it out. Your mouth simply started before your brain could catch up,

“Mhm,” she hums, “Hyune and I”

“Ah so you’re Hyunjin’s girlfriend.” she nods, “Explains the photocard in your pc” you awkwardly laugh as you mention it, of course this was his girlfriend, what else should you have expected? She came out of his room, she had mentioned him already and let alone the photocard, it should have connected by now.

“You’re Keeho’s girlfriend right?” she asks, you could tell she’d been trying to find the right words, as she fiddled with her rings.

“No, just a childhood friend,” you say, it wasn’t the first time you’d been mistaken for being his girlfriend, people had assumed many times before. You two were just close, and it often led to misconceptions of how the two of you felt towards each other. You had never really considered it but if you looked deep down you knew all you felt from him was a platonic love, similar to the one you should feel towards siblings. “I get it all the time,” you assure her, as she looks at you as if she’d just offended your family, concerned.

“Fuck- Sorry I shouldn’t have assumed,”

“To be fair I assumed about you too-”

“Yeah but that’s a fair assumption,”

“So was yours,” the two of you laugh together, and hard. The first sign of life you’d given since arrival. Talking to her was awkward, but only because you didn’t know her; but as she warmed up to you, you warmed up to her as well. She quickly rushes to shut the door as Hyunjin’s swings open, Jisung’s voice booming loudly through the halls as he screams out they were off to the store, and that if anyone wanted anything to text them.

“Sorry he’s so fucking loud all the time-” she giggles.

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Mini helped you unpack as the two of you spoke, getting to know each other. You learned she’s a film student and that her favorite colors are black and red. She listened carefully to every detail you told her about yourself, and showed genuine interest in the things you liked. The fear of her slowly dissipated as the two of you talked and laughed. She seemed intimidating, a cold look to her when you’d first been introduced but as the hours passed, you came to see she was warm, like a summer breeze.

“Can I ask you something?” she says as she props herself up on the bed, you stare back at her as you finish hanging your last shirt,

“Shoot,”

“What’s it like being friends with Keeho, and his group?”

“I should be asking you that question, what’s it like being friends with Stray Kids?”

“Hell.” she mutters, “Jisung is so loud all the time, and he says I’M the one that yells?” you chuckle at her response, “All seriousness they’re great people, I’m lucky to have met Jeongin.”

“Jeongin?” she hums in response laying back down as she stares at the ceiling,

“I had a film study with this director for one of their videos. Great opportunity by the way. Anyways Jeongin was looking over some of his parts and he wasn’t too happy with his performance, nerves or something. I don’t remember how the conversation went, but as a film student I also had to take writing, and acting courses. You know; to create jobs when you don’t have one or something.” she sighs, “So we got to talking, I kind of said the basic first year acting class bullshit my teacher said, but he seemed so grateful. Next thing you know he was talking to me every time we were on set and he didn’t have scenes to film-”

“I swear this is starting to sound like a romance,”

“NO!” She laughs, “not at all, more like people with the same goal. He wanted to do well for the fans, and I wanted to make sure he did well for the fans. I wasn’t much help but- he was kind. The guys took notice that he’d be around me all the time, kinda reminded me of my little brother. Chan introduced himself first but after that I didn’t see them as often. Then get this-” she sits up excitedly, her eyes glistening as she recounts the memory. “I got an assistant job with the director, I did so well apparently that I was able to get a fucking job! Even after I changed my hair, my appearance, everything Jeongin remembered me the next time we saw each other like- a year and a half later!” she lets out a sound you can only register as something endearing, “he said, ‘Mini! You’re back! I can’t wait to show you my improvements!’ and he did so good. I was absolutely stunned, I mean he was talented before but this time around he was even better! The shoot went so well, they had invited a lot of the staff for a dinner after the video release! I spent most of the night with him, talking about film and photography. And he goes-” she clears her throat before mimicking Jeongin's voice “You need to meet Hyunnie~ Only he talks about that stuff the way you do, you’ll get along! And then boom, there I am arguing with him over which film camera is better for like an hour. While the rest of them laughed at us~” you could tell by her voice how excited she was, you could see in her eyes how much love she held for both Jeongin and Hyunjin. She groans as she looks at you, completely entranced by her answer, “I didn’t wanna talk about me,” she huffs, “Go on tell me your story!” you think to yourself about the first time you’d met Keeho,

“I mean I knew Kee, when he was Stephen” you giggle, walking back towards the bed and placing yourself on the opposite end of her, “Family friends, we grew up together, he’s basically a younger brother to me”

“No way you’re older than him!” she exclaims, almost shocked at the fact.

“Mhm, Then he came here. He’s been here longer than me but, when I moved in with him last year I felt like I was at home ya know?” she nods, “Three years I’ve been here and nothing felt more like home than being with him,”

“Five years? Wait you just said-”

“I lived with Kee for about seven months of those three years, I lived with J- an ex. But Kee was quick on taking me in when it failed, but I have known the other boys since debut mainly, they’re also hell.” you change the subject quickly avoiding talking more about your relationship, your failed one at that. “Kee, Intak and Taeyang are the ones I spend most of my time with, they’re like grown toddlers I swear to you.” she laughs at your response before agreeing with the statement, “Are all boys stupid?” you giggle,

“YES! Oh my god.” A soft knock at the door ends the conversation quickly, which to you came as a slight blessing. Your mind, though distracted for most of the evening, was slowly starting to revert to its thoughts of Leah and him.

“Hyune say’s dinner is ready,” Chan says softly as he opens the door, “Bin won’t be home till later, something about a plan you came up with?” Mini’s eyes widen as she leaps off the bed, standing quickly and rushing to the door, grabbing Chan by the shoulders before jumping up and down excitedly,

“HE DID IT, HE DID IT” she yells out, “HE FINALLY ASKED HER OUT!” She lets out a high pitched squeal as both you and Chan look at her confused.

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At dinner, Mini sat next to Chan, Hyunjin in front of her while you sat beside him. Jisung sat on the far end of the table as he scribbled down notes into a small journal. It was a nice dinner, and the conversation flowed. Mainly questions about yourself as everyone tried to get to know you a bit more, still the awkwardness of being around a new group of people persisted and to make everything worse, your phone buzzed non stop throughout all of it. The group had told you multiple times to answer, that it would be fine. Maybe it was Keeho checking up on you before his flight. You only had not checked because you were worried it’d come off as rude, so as clean up began you excused yourself to check the messages.

Call me ~Leaaah

y/n?~Leaaah

dude.~Leaaah

You’re supposed to be helping me where are youuu ~Leaaah

Keeho isn’t picking up, call me asap~Leaaah

Y/Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn~Leaaah

Girl if you don’t…~Leaaah

I’m gonna cry and send you a video if you don’t call me~Leaaah

Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N ~Leaaah

I HAVE AN IMPORTANT QUESTION ~Leaaah

UGH ~Leaaah

You sigh, as you look at the messages. Instantly a new one comes in.

FINALLY YOU READ MY MESSAGES, IM CALLING NOW~Leaaah

You really should turn off read receipts. The call comes in and you reluctantly answer it, it’d been two days of non stop messages; you’ve answered every question you could possibly think of so what now did she want?

“Y/n where have you been!” she sighs, instinctively you roll your eyes as her high pitched voice leaves a ringing in your ears. “Doesn’t matter anyways I have a favor to ask,”

“What is it?”

“Well it’s not really a favor, you’re my maid of honor so you have to do it, anyways I got my binder sorted out and I wanna go over some things with you, so we're meeting tomorrow at one pm.”

“Where?”

“Your place”

“No Leah, I can’t-”

“You HAVE to!” She cries out, you know that as her maid of honor you had a duty of going over the planning with her, being there for her through every step. Not only as her maid of honor but as her sister, but truthfully you weren’t ready to help plan what should have been your wedding. You remember day dreaming of the day he’d ask, you remember your little scrapbook of things you’d wish to have, one that never saw the light of day. One you kept tucked away in secret, the only person having seen it being her.

“Ok, I’ll figure it out. Just not here-”

“PERFECT TEXT ME THE ADDRESS” She yells before abruptly hanging up the call. You let out a loud sigh as you walk back into the living room, sitting down carefully on the couch where everyone else sat playing an intense game of Super Smash Brothers, Jisung on the other hand was nowhere to be seen.

“All good?” Mini asks, as she focuses on the screen in front of her, furiously smashing on the buttons of the control.

“Yeah, just my sister wanting to meet with me to plan her wedding.” you sigh,

“Oh congrats, that's great! When?” Chan says,

“Tomorrow, but I don’t know where to take her for it-”

“Just bring her here, the boys can lock themselves away in their rooms since they have the day off!” Mini smirks as she pushes Hyunjin off the platform in game, he grunts as he looks at her as if he’d been betrayed.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea-” “Should be fine, just us anyways and Jeongin but we’ll be upstairs mostly. I’ll make snacks” Hyunjin says, as he stands from the couch, stretching his long limbs out with a loud yawn.

“Oh- Okay,” you sigh.

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As you lay in Mini’s bed you stare into the ceiling, wondering if it was a good idea to invite Leah into a house that wasn’t even yours. Everyone had insisted that it was fine, but you knew Leah. She’d be distracted at the sight of them, she only knew a few of the boys of Seventeen well and often gawked at anyone remotely famous. Whether that be a tiktok person with a few thousand followers, or an actual celebrity you couldn’t help but think slightly ill of your sister. She’d always wanted to be someone, something more than what she was. She wanted fame, she wanted to be recognized. She wouldn’t go to any extremes to gain it, but she wanted it. Doesn’t everyone want to be more than they are? Doesn’t everyone wish for some sort of fame? That’s why you chose to go into college as a music major, was it not? To gain something? Some sort of relevance, in your irrelevant little life. Because isn’t everyone's life irrelevant if the world doesn’t know who you are? Sure, most of the songs you’d produced were sold off, you were merely a ghost writer, but it would be nice if someone told you how much they admired your music, it would be nice to be recognized for your work. The difference was that you worked for what you wanted, though nothing had come from it yet. Leah wanted it to come simply, Leah wanted to be noticed because she’s pretty, and ‘don’t pretty people become famous overnight?’. Yeah she had attempted her luck on tiktok, YouTube, and being one of those ‘Instagram’ models, but she offered nothing of substance.

Leah had no niche, she wasn’t funny in the eyes of the internet, nor did she create videos that were ‘captivating’ most if not all of the time she relied on her looks, lip syncing to songs hoping to become the next Bella Poarch or Addison Rae.

And, That’s just not how it works.

You tossed and turned the entire night, hoping Leah would be on her best behavior, and lightly thanking Mini for sleeping in Hyunjin’s room because by the way you were rolling about the bed, you’re sure you’d only keep her awake.

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“Mm, you sure you want me to stay? I can go bother Jeongin and Jisung upstairs..” Mini says as she sits upright on the couch, looking mostly uncomfortable.

“Yeah, Leah said she wanted to make girl friends so-” you trail off as the bell rings, you’re quick to open the door. Not even a hello leaves your sisters lips, she just simply walks in as if she owns the place. Walking right past you to admire the home,

“Cute~” She winks at you, “Oh HI! You must be the other girl!” she exclaims as she rushes to Mini who now looks even more uncomfortable. Leah brings her into a hug, as Mini gives you wide eyes, barely even touching your sister. She doesn’t like being touched on some days. You remember, and this was one of those days.

“Hi,” Mini says, “Monica, nice to meet you.” She had told you the night before how much she hated her name, how much she preferred Moni, or Mini over ever being called Monica so why would she introduce herself that way?

“So where is everyone else!” she yells out excitedly,

“Upstairs minding their own business” Mini laughs,

“Tell them to come say hi, if they’re going to be my sister's friends they should be mine too!” Of course, she doesn’t say hello and immediately asks to meet the people that even you, barely know. This was just how Leah is. The sound of a door creaking open, loud music finding its way down the hall, as footsteps sound near the stairs. Jisung casually strolls down, followed by Chan, Jeongin, Hyunjin, and Changbin. “Ee'' Leah lets out, “You must be the members of SKZ I've heard sooooo much about you!” Leah jumps, “My sister is obsessed with you guys!” Maybe it was in her tone, but you could swear she was trying to embarrass you in front of them, “Like literally obsessed, can’t believe she’s even functioning in front of you right now!” Jisung shoots you a concerned look, one that read ‘what is she saying’ you shrug at him, and he puts on a smile quickly,

“Oh thank god someone likes our music,” He laughs, “I was worried we’d be starving artists for life!” Leah is quick to laugh at his joke, “I’m Han.” he says extending a hand, Han. His introduction to her was different from the way he’d introduced himself to you. He was being professional.

“I.N,” Jeongin smiles, as he walks up to Mini placing a hand on her head which she immediately shakes off, as he smirks down at her.

“Bang Chan,”

“Changbin,”

“Hyunjin.” They were all, including Mini, being professional. As if speaking to a fan of the group and not your family member. They were being careful.

Something in Hyunjin’s body language seemed off. The night before he was relaxed, maybe it wasn’t your place to judge how he carried himself, and you don’t know him well enough to be able to read him but you do know that he’s tense. Giving Leah a side eye she seemed to miss. “Oh, Y/N” he says seemingly relaxing as he approaches you, “I added you to the group chat this morning for the house, we kind of just use it for whatever. Talking, and plans, all that stuff.”

“Ohh cute! A group chat, awe Y/N I wanna be in it!” Leah whines. Had you never noticed how Leah always managed to inject herself into situations that were clearly not meant for her? Have you always looked at your sister with loving eyes? Were you a terrible person for thinking she was looking for attention, from people she doesn’t know?

Hyunjin gives Mini a look, a look of ‘For what’.

His expressions are easy to read, his emotions clearly conveyed from a glance, as he faced Mini with his back towards Leah. Mini glances at Chan, who quickly speaks up.

“Hah, I mean it’s just a housemate thing, he says we talk but it's mainly grocery lists. You’d get bored of it, ya know?” nervously he looks at Leah whos nodding away agreeing with his statements,

“True, I would! You should see the group chat I have with my boys, gosh they’re so all over the place, honestly it’s best for me to not join another!” bragging. She’s either bragging, or playing off the fact she was denied something she wanted.

“Anyways we came down because we were gonna get some snacks so- we’ll be off” Changbin says as Jeongin walks back carrying a bowl full of packaged snacks, Hyunjin reaches for one of the packages before immediately getting scolded by Jeongin,

“HEY!” he huffs, “What would Seungmin say,” Hyunjin rolls his eyes before snatching the snack and racing up the stairs,

“What he doesn’t see, he can’t nag me for!” he laughs, as the rest of them chase him down.

“Awe, he’s such a cutie” Leah giggles, causing Mini to sit up.

“He is, honestly I let him get away with way too much because of that face” She giggles, “Remind me to call Seungminnie to snitch on him later Y/N,'' you nod “Seriously Y/N don’t let me forget, even if he threatens to break up with me don’t let me give in to those puppy dog eyes he’ll give me later!” You laugh at the comment as she eases the mood, while drawing a line that she in fact was Hyunjin’s girlfriend. Engaged or not, she wasn’t going to let the hopeful look in Leah’s eyes slide.

“Anyways, look what I found!” Leah dismisses the comments made, sitting down comfortably on the couch as she leans over the coffee table, rummaging through her bag and pulling out a blush pink binder, then slowly pulling out a smaller green scrapbook. Your scrapbook. “I found it in a box at the house!” she smiles, “Ugh, it’s been so long since we looked at it!” she pushes it towards you.

You shake as you take the book, “I’d rather not open this Leah,” you softly say,

“Oh please Y/N you had such cute ideas!” Leah says as she snatches the book, prying it open to the first page. Themes. Mini watches you carefully, mentally noting how your demeanor had changed since Leah had walked in. “Ah a forest theme! So cute!” she cries out, “We’re thinking of Jeju!”

“Jeju is nice,” Mini says,

“RIGHT!” Mini only hums, still watching as Leah flips through the pages carelessly. You stare down at your hands. Please stop. You begged internally. “Oh, so Y/N” you look back up at her, the scrapbook now closed. “I booked my appointment to try on dresses!”

“Oh fantastic, show me what you looked at.” You force a smile, as she pulls her binder out. Opening it to the dresses tab. Your heart stops for a moment. The page you had created of dresses was cut up and plastered all over the place, and the gorgeous dress you had admired lay centered on the page. You remember the day you had first seen it, then and there you had decided that that was the dress for you. That was your dream dress. You studied it, praying to find some sort of difference, praying that it was some sort of similar dress, that it wasn’t the one you’d day dreamed of wearing for years.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I saw that and I fell in love,” Leah smirks,

“What are you doing?” your voice is flat, as you stare at her. Whatever game she was playing at, you were over.

“What do you mean?” she says with a pout,

“Listen, I'm not feeling well. Let's do this some other time.” you say as you stand from your spot on the floor. It wasn't a lie, seeing the dress you dreamed of lay in front of you, knowing she would be trying it on made you sick to your stomach. You thought you could do okay, you thought you’d be fine helping her, but clearly you were wrong. Nausea begins to overwhelm you, and you feel your heart race as your body threatens to puke up every negative thought, every memory, every single little detail that made your stomach churn.

“Common Y/N don’t be like that,” Leah sighs as she leans back on the couch, Mini still watching everything unfold. Her body tensing up as if she felt the earthquake before it hit, the tsunami of emotions that was bound to flood the room. “I know you loved it, but.” There’s always a butt before the bullshit. “It would be a waste not to see it. I know you wanted this to be your dress, but I can’t stop my heart from loving what I love, it would go to good use. It will finally be seen because at least one of us is getting married, also for the party. Can you invite those girls from Keeho’s company for me? He didn't answer so I assumed he’s just busy. Maybe Moni can invite people from her boy's company too!” Mini flinches at the last words, looking at Leah with a disgusted face, and you. You’re unsure if you want to cry or scream.

“About the dress Leah. Not today, I can’t do this.” you sigh, “And I can’t just invite random idols to a party for someone they don’t know. I'm sorry.”

“You have to.”

“Leah, we’re not doing this today please.” you were desperate for an out, you couldn’t stand sitting here planning your dream wedding for her, you couldn’t sit there watching her admire your dress. You couldn’t do it. Not today.

“You’re fucking pathetic.” Leah mutters, as she stares daggers into you. “I can’t believe you.”

“What.”

“Over a fucking dress.” you sighs,

“It’s not really about the dress, Le-”

“You said you were over it.” she snaps, her anger shining through. The entire time she’d been here she’d been nothing but rude, and now she has the audacity to be mad at you?

“Leah, we’re not doing this.”

“Fucking. Pathetic, like I said.” Leah scoffs, “No wonder Keeho sent you here, I’m sure he was hyped to get rid of you and your pessimistic ass!” she shouts. Causing enough of a commotion for the boys to come quietly down the stairs to figure out what the yelling was about. “This is why Jeonghan left you,” she mutters, “Because you can’t see any good in anything, I don’t fucking know how anyone does it. Dealing with you, you’ve been nothing but sour ever since you found out. Couldn’t even stay the whole time during the engagement party. How the fuck do you do it Monica? How do you deal with her fucking depressed ass?” Mini doesn’t know, Leah please stop. You cry out, but words don’t form. You look at your little sister, tears filling your eyes, anger boiling at a dangerous heat within you, threatening to overflow.

“Do not speak to me.” Mini says a little too calmly. “Do not speak to your sister like that, and certainly do not speak on behalf of Keeho. We all know why she’s here. It has nothing to do with you, or her. Apologize, please.”

“Why should I!” she screams,

“Because you are in my home, and I will not tolerate this shit.” Mini says,

“YOUR Home? This is Bang Chans home, Changbin’s home, Han’s home, Hyunjin’s home.” Leah laughs, “you’re just like her,” she says as she points to you, “Living off your idol boyfriend.” the venom in Leah’s words stung, and everyone in the room could tell. Hyunjin quickly making his way to Mini as she stands there trying to calm her breathing.

“Don’t fucking speak to her like that.” Hyunjin interjects,

“Get out.” you mutter,

“I’m not fucking wrong! You lived off Jeonghan for so long you fucking pa-”

“We’re done here.” Chan says, as he demands the rooms attention. “Listen, we invited you into our home to allow you to plan your wedding. Not fight with Monica, or insult your sister.”

“You don’t know me.” Leah laughs, “Who the fuck are you to-”

“Even more reason for you to leave.” Chan responds, not letting her finish her sentence. Jisung makes his way to the table, gathering Leah's things and quickly throwing them on the table closest to the door.

“This is a joke right?” Leah scoffs, your fists clench as you watch her continue her fit “You’re gonna defend her when she’s the one who came onto me first?”

“Refusing to invite random idols who have no idea who you are to a party that has nothing to do with them isn’t coming to you, and neither is being uncomfortable about the fact you’ve decided to just use the dress she had planned out.” Mini laughs, “Delusional much? Like why would you need idols at it anyways don’t you have your own friends?”

“I do but she has more connections, I want my day to be special as would anyone!” a gross excuse.

“You’re not entitled to Y/N’s friend circle.” Changbin says, his brows furrowed as he speaks. His chest, puffing up ready to defend you, even though he doesn’t even know you.

“Truth be told,” Jisung says, “The way you’re reacting right now is over the top. Did you really want Y/N’s help or were you hoping to use her for her connections?” Leah stands quickly from the couch, wide eyed as she stares of Jisung who’s now made his way in front of you, blocking her view of you as your tears begin to fall.

“You’re all pathetic.” Leah mutters, “All of you. A joke. What did I expect out a group no one even likes.” she laughs as she runs her hand through her hair. “And you Monica, enjoy him sticking up for you while it lasts, I mean learn by example; look at how Y/N ended up. He’ll find someone better than whatever the fuck you are.”

“Leah sto-” you begin standing up, tears falling leaving streaks of mascara down your face. How fucking embarrassing. For her to do this in front of them. In Front of people you're barely getting used to. You lightly push Jisung out of the way only to be cut off by Mini, her hand stretched out across you as she walks in front of you placing herself beside Jisung.

“Y/N.” She says lightly, “It’s fine. Go to our room and breathe,” she whispers. Mini turns, now completely facing off with Leah. Mini was the complete opposite of her nickname. She stood tall, her stance intimidated even you who she was defending.

You storm up the stairs into your shared room. Your heart pounding as she calmly told Leah to leave, letting her know if she refused that she would remove her, herself. Leah’s shouting only grew louder, until you heard Chan’s voice raise for the first time ever. The door slammed shut, and a few minutes of silence passed before Mini made her way into the room. Shutting the door behind her, she sat carefully on the bed as you tried your best to calm down.

“I want to go home,” you sob, “But Keeho and his stupid fucking company, and-”

“You know, Y/N I may be over stepping here but,” Mini says as she looks at you, her body language indicating she was about to say something that made her uncomfortable, “Before I met Hyunnie, I was in a similar situation. I mean he didn’t ask my sister to marry him but he did some really messed up things,” she pauses hoping you wouldn’t yell at her for crossing a boundary. “What I’m saying is, I know it hurts right now but don’t blame Keeho for sending you here. What she said wasn’t true. He wasn’t getting rid of you, he just wants to make sure you have some support while he’s gone. We may still be very new to you, but I consider you a friend already. We all do. Even Jeongin, and he only met you a few hours ago.”

You look at her teary eyed, as she speaks. You’re afraid she’ll tell you not to cry over it anymore, that she’d tell you that you were being dramatic about the situation. You wouldn’t be surprised if she did, because your entire family had said it. ‘You can’t control who people fall in love with, you’ll get over it, don't be dramatic Y/N’

“Cry it out.” Mini says, “Scream if you have to, none of them will mind. You've been so strong for so long, you’ve been keeping your actual thoughts in for so long Y/N. So scream, let it all out. Get. Angry.” you look at her shocked, you expected something else but here she was telling you to get angry, to get everything out of your system. All the pent up anger, the hurt, all of it. And you did, it all came out at full force, all at once as you screamed and cried loudly for the whole house to hear, and possibly the neighbors a few houses down. She simply hugged you, letting you bawl into her chest as she played with your hair. Ten minutes. Ten minutes of screaming, ten minutes of crying and cursing the world for the injustices you’ve faced. That’s all it took for you to feel just a little bit better.

A soft knock on the door made you straighten up and wiper your tears, Hyunjin walks in followed by Jeongin, Chan, Changbin and Jisung who held a cup of water, Jeongin carrying his bowl of snacks. Jisung handed you the water carefully, as you weakly smile up at him.

“Sorry,” you mumble as you take a sip of the cool water.

“It’s fine, we’re used to it. All of us do it, thanks to a certain someone” Jisung says as he motions with his head towards Mini,

“Sometimes, you just got to get all that energy out into the world. Why bury it within yourself? It only hurts more to bottle it up.” Mini sighs, “I used to do it a lot. Like I said, they’re used to it.” You look down at your hands while Jisung crouches in front of you.

“Feel better though?” He asks, you nod. The bed shifts as the other four boys sit on Mini’s bed. You watch Hyunjin cradle Mini who is now sitting in a ball up against him, Chan, Changbin and Jeongin sit silently.

“You guys are cute,” you whisper.

“Ew. now i want to die” Mini says as she quickly gets off Hyunjin, he gasps in offense.

“As if you didn’t want to already,” Jeongin jokes,

“First off, fuck you. Secondly go fuck yourself,” Mini hisses,

“Well, which is it Mini? Do you want to fuck or should I go jer-”

“You’re disgusting you fucking perv.” she snaps, “Your hand deserves so much better than you!”

“Could say the same about Hyu-”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll fucking bleach your brows in your sleep.”

“NO WAIT NOT AGAIN” He yells in panic as Chan and Changbin laugh so hard they throw themselves back, almost falling off the bed.

You had forgotten you were crying now, laughing as hard as you witnessed the people around you. Hyunjin and Mini, Chan and Changbin, Jeongin, and Jisung who had moved his hand to yours and was now rubbing circles on the top of your hand with his thumb. Six new people, who like Keeho, somehow managed to make you feel a bit better about everything.

“Thanks, all of you.” you whisper,

“For?” Changbin asks,

“Everything. Letting me stay here, and especially what happened just now. I means alot.”

“You’re a part of us now Y/N.” Chan says, “We wouldn’t let it slide for anyone, but especially not you.”

“We care about you,” Hyunjin smiles sweetly as he sits up, “Wasn’t the first time we had to do it either, I remember when we had to go off on Mini’s dad.”

“Yo fuck that guy.” Changbin huffs,

“Ay, don’t turn this around on me Hyunnie. Also true but still.” Mini sighs, “Like I said, we might still not really know each other but you’re our friend now Y/N, sorry but you’re stuck with us now!”

“Until the others come home, we’ll be your new body guards,” Jisung jokes, as he references how Taeyang, Intak, and Keeho gave themselves the title. “Specifically Mini tho, that bitch is like a rabid animal when she’s angry.”

“She gets angry?” You asked, from the looks of everything that happened she was the calmest one there.

“Unfortunately,” Hyunjin sighs, shuddering at whatever memory popped into his head. The others laugh as Hyunjin makes a worried face. Their laughs are contagious. Their energy. Is contagious. If the energy this group of people carried were a sickness, people would never want to find a cure. You laugh alongside them as Mini hits Hyunjin with a pillow, defending herself saying she only gets angry at games. They’re a family. I can trust them. You think to yourself as you watch Jeongin and Changbin try to protect Hyunjin from the assault. As Chan yelled out that he’d call for backup, pulling out his phone to call the other members, as you laughed loudly with the rest of them; as Jisung admired your smile.

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𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀

Scenario: “How would America, China, and Canada react to a young superpower wanting to fight them?”

America { Alfred F. Jones } - “Hahah!! You must joking kid! You don’t wanna fight me.”

To put it plainly, America won’t take you seriously and will probably shrug off your “small” threats regardless of if your a superpower or not.

But he still knows better than to keep his eyes away from a potential enemy. [Besides world domination] His main concern is to make sure his citizens are happy and untouched; toiling away with their lives without the threat of war.

You mouth off, then congratulations: your America’s new oil target.

Picking a fight with him personally is one thing, but threatening his people? That’s something he’ll make sure you’ll regret. He ain’t much of a fan in beating down the newer countries, though someone has to teach them a lesson.

China { Yao Wang } - “Aiyah! You younger countries are so insistent for power-aru. You should just be focused on maintaining what you have!”

*Sigh* The younger nations are becoming such a pain. He already has to deal with America and Russia’s antics on a daily basis and now, a new one wants to challenge him to a fight.

Unlike America, China won’t be as willing to throw fists with you. Instead, his diplomatic side will show and speak out to you. Putting all those years of sweet talking emperors and empresses to use, to make you see how worthless it is to go out and ask for trouble towards other countries.

However, if your still persistent in wanting a fight out of him he’ll humor you. Just don’t say he didn’t warn you. Either on the battlefield, or one on one, it’ll be next to impossible to outwit him.

The nation has lived too long, seen too much, to not know the in’s and out’s of combat. Besides, it was a bad choice already to tempt China’s temper.

Canada { Matthew Williams } - “I-I’m sorry, why do you want to fight me? Shouldn’t you ask America for this?”

Okay bro. Out of any country in the world—why do you want to physically quarrel with Canada? He’s like, the most peaceful nation you’re ever going to meet. That’s just inconsiderate. The poor man is already dealing with excessive loneliness and then the only time he does get noticed, is when someone wants to fight him?!

Not to say Canada is completely powerless, but still, he’d much rather have a good conversation with words instead of brawls. So please, don’t let your arrogance force this guy to fight you. Canada may not be as strong as his brother, but he fought in World War 2 for a reason. [He kicked a lot of ass during that time period]

Obviously that era of nation against nation is over for him now, so unless it’s purely in a matter of self-defense he’ll be reluctant to partaking in any sort of violence.

~ I actually wrote this scenario a long time ago, but after re-reading everything, I just realized how scary these guys would be if they were real lmao.

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World War Mitchell - Time Is Running Out Part Two

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mitchell!Reader Oneshot

~ Part One ~

After her father Maverick finds out about her and Jake's relationship, things spin out of control and it may be up to Jake to fix it

Author’s Note: Firstly, I don’t want minors reading any of my fics, even if they are SFW so this one is especially off limits! I deserve a safe place to express myself so please respect my boundaries. Sorry this took so long! I have one more part planned but it’s probably going to be a while before i can get it done so sorry about that! Thank you to @blue-aconite for beta reading. Dividers by @jbarneswilson

Content Warnings: angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, family in-fighting, forbidden love, discussions of/references to death/loss, fluff, smut, stripteasing, motorboating (low key), suggestive comments/jokes, oral sex (male receiving), p in v sex

Maverick had never wanted to be the type of officer to actually have an office on base, in fact he had spent the last thirty-odd years of his career trying to ensure it. But after such a successful mission taking out the uranium processing plant, even Ice himself couldn’t have stopped them from promoting him to Rear Admiral, and unfortunately he was no longer around to even try. The pay was better and he had been able to cut a pretty good deal with Cyclone allowing him to continue flying but it did come with more responsibility. Cyclone had put him directly in charge of the group of aviators who had been called back to Top Gun, the higher ups deciding to make them a permanent team after the success of the uranium plant bombing. Now, Rear Admiral Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell was in charge of an elite squadron of the best pilots in the Navy, overseeing them as they were given the kind of top-secret and dangerous missions that he would have killed to fly when he was younger. He knew he was getting older because now when he looked at the briefing files for the missions, it wasn't excitement or jealousy that he felt, it was pure concern for the team he had come to see as a family. Or had come to see most of them as a family.

Lieutenant Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin was the one and only exception, although it was only recently that he had fallen from the graces of Mav’s found family, due to the notable fact that he had been secretly dating Mav’s daughter Y/N for a month. This was a fact that had come to light a week ago when Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw had caught the pair at the Hard Deck at three in the morning doing god knows what. After tearing him a new one and screaming at him for so long that Warlock had to intervene, he had decided to make Hangman’s life at work a living hell. Thus began the endless parade of useless, menial, demeaning, and exhaustive assignments.

First, he had Hangman scrub the squadron’s jets until they shined. Next was making him move a large pile of sandbags from one side of a hanger to another before ‘randomly’ deciding that he liked them back in their original spot. Then deep cleaning the mess hall and the kitchens, the bathrooms, the locker rooms. Again and again, Mav came up with increasingly ridiculous punishments that kept Hangman too busy to even consider going off base to see Y/N. The cherry on top of it all was that whenever he passed Hangman, he ordered him to do twenty pushups, no matter what task he was in the middle of or how many times in a row Mav decided to walk by. Overall, Mav was pretty pleased with himself and was in a very good mood as he sat in his office looking over some paperwork when the door burst open. He dropped his papers and looked up, ready to yell at whoever had barged in without knocking when he was met with the enraged face of his daughter. His civilian daughter who was not supposed to be on base.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing he-” he began but she cut him off, slamming the door behind her as she stormed to his desk.

“No! What the hell are you doing? Seriously!” she yelled angrily. “Making Jake alphabetize your files was bad enough but making him snake the shower drains in the locker rooms? Twice? And the pushups? That’s ridiculous! The extra work assignments have to stop, you’ve made your point.”

Mav took a deep breath before answering in the most professional and official capacity he could manage. “The work I’m giving Lieutenant Seresin is integral to keeping this base running.”

“You’re making him hand scrub an entire hanger’s floor… it’s fucking concrete!” she screamed. “It’s fucking ridiculous bullshit and you know it! At this point I wouldn’t be surprised if you ordered him to mop up the rain on the tarmac!”

“That’s not a bad idea…” Mav muttered.

“Ugh! You’ve been keeping him so busy I haven’t seen him in a week!” she spat.

“Maybe you two should have thought of that before you went sneaking around my back and lying to me for a month.” he replied, leaning forwards to smack his desk for emphasis. “A month, Y/N.”

“Did you really think that I burned my neck with a curling iron that many times in a row?” she asked incredulously. “You of all people should know what a hickey looks like, you’ve probably given them to every woman within a five mile radius of every base you’ve ever been stationed at.”

“That is a low blow and you know it.” Mav shot back. “But yes, I really thought they were burns because I believed what my daughter told me and had no reason to think that she would ever lie to me!”

“This has gone on long enough, call Jake in here right now.” she demanded.

“No.” Mav replied firmly. “I have work to do and so does he.”

“Fine!” she said before plopping down in the chair across the desk from him and crossing her arms. “I’m not leaving this chair until you call him in here so the three of us can talk about this like mature adults.”

“Then why aren’t you acting like a mature adult?” he questioned.

“Because you aren’t and I never give in first.” she replied.

Mav stared at his daughter, both waiting for the other to even blink, and he was the first to give in with a heavy sigh.

“How did you even get in here?” he asked and she smirked, clearly proud of herself, which was never a good look to see on a Mitchell.

“I bothered Cyclone at the Hard Deck until he gave me permission to come on base.” she answered and Mav sighed again as he put his head in his hands.

“God, sometimes you are too much like me.” he muttered, deeply regretting every single time he had ever had sex without protection.

“Call him in here or this office is becoming my permanent residence and I promise you I will not be a good roommate.” she said firmly.

“Oh for fucks sake!” Mav said, throwing up his hands. “Fine!”

He reached over and snatched the phone off the hook, punching the numbers in angrily. He held it to his ear and met his daughter’s intense gaze, waiting for the line to stop ringing.

“Warrant Officer Coleman, Hanger 5.” said a voice at the other end of the line.

“Hondo, it’s Mav. Send Hangman to my office…” he said before pausing for a moment and adding “and Rooster. Tell them to hurry.”

His daughter’s face scrunched in confusion and suspicion and he smirked as he thanked Hondo and hung up the phone.

“Why Brad too?” she asked.

“I’m not gonna be outnumbered on this, I need back-up.” he replied and she rolled her eyes. “Two against two is a fair argument.”

Sinking down into her chair further and keeping her arms crossed, she lifted up her legs and planted them on top of her father’s desk, knocking over his name plate and a mug full of pens (which was coincidentally a “World’s #1 Dad!” mug she had gotten him for father’s day when she was ten). Mav sighed and began picking the pens back up, putting all the desk items near her feet onto a further part of the desk so she wouldn’t knock them over too. After the area around her feet had been cleared, he went right back to his paperwork, occasionally making notes with a red pen as he pointedly ignored his daughter’s presence.

As they waited for Bradley and Jake to arrive, her mind wandered to the latter and how sweet and understanding he had been in the last week. When they were first discovered, he called her immediately after Mav was done screaming at him to warn her that Mav would likely be heading for her next. Even after being berated for more than an hour straight and humiliated in front of his entire team, the first thing on his mind was her. He waited in his car across the street from her house until Mav left and then headed inside to hold her as she cried. It was rare for her and her father to fight, but the few times that it did happen, it was always very intense and usually left one or both of them in tears. As he entered the house, he found her crumpled on the floor of the living room sobbing and swept her into his arms, carrying her to bed.

He had held her all night long, assuring her that he wasn’t going anywhere and that he was going to do whatever it took to win Mav over. It had taken a long time but she was finally able to fall asleep in his arms, exhausted from sobbing. He had to leave early in the morning to make it to base in time for morning revelry but he left her with a kiss on her forehead and a love note on her nightstand. From the second he arrived on base, he had been given task after exhausting task by an angry Mav and yet through it all, he texted her as much as possible. He was kept so busy that he had no time to come over but he called her every night before bed. He never complained or had an attitude or blamed her for her father’s actions, he was always sweet and reassured that nothing was going to chase him away from her.

After a week of it, she had had enough and resolved to take things into her own hands since her dad didn’t seem to be letting up on Jake at all. She cornered Cyclone at the Hard Deck and pestered him until he granted her a pass to visit the base, the Admiral escorting her to Mav’s office before hightailing it out of there. Now that she was seated in his office, she was actually quite proud of herself. A knock at the door roused her from her thoughts and she put her feet down and spun around in the chair as Mav called for them to enter.

First came Bradley, looking rather pleased with himself but she jumped up and pushed him aside to see Jake enter. He looked exhausted and sweaty, his flight suit scuffed and dirty with the arms rolled up as he had just come from scrubbing the floor of the hanger. Despite looking like he was dead tired, he smiled when he saw her and she threw her arms around him, hugging her boyfriend for the first time in a week.

“Baby?” he asked quietly into her ear as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer. “What are you doing here? How did you get on base?”

“It’s a long story but I’m going to fix this.” she replied before pulling backwards to look up at him.

With one hand on his cheek, she pushed aside a strand of blonde hair and she tried not to cry as she looked into his green eyes, dark bags below them from long hours of manual labor.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Mav said as he pulled them apart angrily. “You wanted to talk? So talk.”

“I’m not a child, I’m a grown adult and I can make my own decisions about who to date. And using your power as an Admiral to punish Jake for this is an abuse of power and absolutely ridiculous.” she scolded her father and both Bradley and Jake shifted uncomfortably in the tension.

“I think-” Bradley began but she cut him off.

“Shut up Bradley.” she said with barely a glance in his direction as she kept her angry glare trained on her dad. “The adults are talking, I’ll let you know when you can open your pornstached mouth.”

“...okay.” he replied quietly, accepting his fate.

“Dad, I don’t know what your problem with Jake is but you’re gonna get over it and end this now.” she demanded.

“No! You’re gonna end this. I don’t care about how ‘fun’ this little fling was but it’s over now.” Mav ordered firmly and her jaw hit the floor in shock and outrage.

“You think you can tell me who I can and can’t date?” she snarled.

“Yes! I can! Because you’re my daughter and Seresin is one of my pilots and you both lied to me.” he spat back.

“Maybe we lied because we knew that this is how you’d react!” she countered, throwing up her hands. “What the fuck is your problem with Jake anyways?”

“My problem with Lieutenant Seresin is that he’s a pilot!” he yelled and she took a step back in surprise as he turned to Jake to speak normally. “Look, Jake, it’s not that I don’t like you, I do. You’re a damn good pilot and I will be forever grateful that you saved Rooster and I but I can’t have you hurting my daughter. I won’t allow it.”

“Sir, with respect, I love your daughter. I love her in the way that I used to think I only loved flying.” Jake said quietly but firmly. “I could never hurt her because I’d be hurting myself. I swear to you I’ll never hurt her.”

“You can’t make that promise. All it takes is one accident during training or a mission gone bad and you will have torn her apart in a way that only grief can do.” Mav said before glancing at Bradley, fleetingly but tellingly. “I’ve seen it before and I will not hold another woman I love as she cries over the coffin of her husband. I won’t. I just won’t.”

The silence was thick, the weight of it hanging in the air over their heads. Y/N stared at her father in disbelief, stunned speechless. She had been expecting him to say something about not approving of Jake because of his reputation or his past personality or to object to her dating someone who worked under him. She had not expected her father to bring up Gooses’ death as the reason why he was so upset. Gooses’ passing had been rough on Carole, Bradley and Mav and she knew her dad still carried survivor’s guilt for the accident regardless of the Navy having cleared him of any wrongdoing.

“You’d rather me be miserable to avoid the off chance I’ll lose him instead of letting me be happy with him for however long I get with him?” she asked, tears welling in her eyes. “You want me to choose between him and you? Is that it?”

“No, sweetheart, that’s not-” Mav began but she cut him off.

“Well, I make my own choices and I- I choose Jake...” was all she could manage to say, voice cracking as the tears flooded from her eyes and she ran from the room, too overwhelmed to stay in the office and finish the conversation.

Bradley shifted his weight nervously as Maverick stared at the door in shock, neither knowing what to do. But Jake did. Without hesitation, he stepped forwards and unpinned the golden wings from his flight suit, dropping them into Mav’s hand, who could only stare down at them for a moment before looking up at Jake in utter disbelief.

“I told you that I love her, sir, and that I'd do anything to get you to approve of us. I wasn’t lying and if the only way you’ll approve of us is for me not to be a pilot anymore, then the choice is obvious.” Jake said earnestly.

“Jake…” Bradley said quietly but Jake continued over him.

“I used to think that flying was the love of my life. But then I met your daughter, sir. If being with her means turning in my wings, then I'll never fly again. I choose her." Jake said without a hint of hesitation or regret in his words before saluting his commanding officer. "It's been an honor, sir."

And with that, Jake Seresin excused himself from the office and followed after his girlfriend down the hall, leaving Maverick and Bradley standing there speechless. It didn’t take him long to find her, the door to the empty classroom she decided to hide in left slightly ajar. As he stepped up to the door, he could hear her sobbing and his heart suddenly felt a hundred pounds heavier. He pushed the door open and stepped into the room gazing around until he found her curled up in a ball against the far wall with her head in her hands.

“Baby?” he asked quietly and her head snapped up to reveal her tear-stained face and watery eyes as she looked at him.

Always one to minimize her own emotions, she immediately began to wipe away her tears and began apologizing. Jake crossed the room and kneeled before her, putting his hands on her cheeks as he looked at her with a loving expression.

“Don’t ever apologize for crying.” he said, his thumb wiping away her tears as he pressed a light kiss to her forehead. “I never want you to hide your feelings from me because you think it’ll upset me.”

She nodded and looked up at him with a quivering lip before surging forwards to throw her arms around his neck and bury her head in his neck as she let go of the tears she had been holding back.

“That’s it baby, let it all out.” he said as he stroked her hair comfortantingly, his other hand pressed flat on her back to hold her as close to him as he could. “It’s okay, I’m here. I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

He held her there for a few minutes, comforting her until her sobs quieted and her breathing evened. She pulled back in his arms and gazed up at him.

“I got tears all over your flight suit.” she said with a sniffle.

“Well, these things happen when you enter the battlefield of ‘World War Mitchell’.” he joked, trying to lighten the mood and was rewarded with a small laugh she couldn’t contain. “Besides, I’m not gonna need it anymore so you can cry on it as much as you want.”

Her brows furrowed in confusion before her eyes landed on the empty space where his wings had been and she gasped, clasping a hand to her mouth as she looked back up at him in disbelief.

“Baby, I told you I would do anything to get your dad to approve of us and I meant it.” he said, his green eyes gazing down at her smiling.

“But Jake… you love flying-” she began to argue but he cut her off.

“Not nearly as much as I love you.” he told her, pushing a strand of hair back behind her ear. “I don’t want you to have to choose between me and your father. I never want you to regret your choice or resent either of us for the absence of the other. This way, everyone is happy.”

“What if you regret this? What if you resent me for grounding you?” she asked.

“I could never regret this choice, not if it means a life with you.” he replied. “No matter what, I’m not going anywhere. If you’re worried about me eventually missing flying too much, then we still have options. I mean technically I’m not grounded from non-military flight, I think your father would be fine with me flying cargo planes or passenger jet liners. Or we could get a little prop plane like your dad has in his hanger.”

“Leave it to you to find a loophole in an ultimatum.” she said with a laugh before pressing her lips against his.

Someone at the doorway cleared their throat and the couple pulled apart to turn towards the door, where they found Bradley and Maverick standing.

“I don’t think prop planes or passenger jet liners will be necessary, Lieutenant.” Mav said as Jake helped her stand to face her father and best friend. “And I think I owe you both an apology.”

The couple looked at him curiously as he stepped forwards before handing Jake his wings back, who looked up at him in confusion.

“Sir, I-” he began but Maverick held up a hand to cut him off.

“It took a lot to give up something you love this much and turning in your wings for my daughter’s sake told me everything I need to know about the two of you. I’m sorry that I misjudged you.” Mav said earnestly before turning to look at his daughter. “Sweetheart, I never thought I’d be a dad, I just never thought it was in the cards for me. But then you came into my life, my precious surprise, I had to try and figure out how to do this whole parenting thing without any preparation. I’ve made a lot of mistakes as a dad, and not trusting your decision about this is definitely one of them. I’m so sorry that I tried to control your life and that I made you feel like you had to choose between us. So… I trust your decision, even though it terrifies me as a father, if this is what you want then I support it and I give you my blessing.”

Y/N began to cry once more and launched herself into her father’s arms.

“Thank you, dad.” she said quietly into his ear. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” he replied, holding his daughter in his arms as if he was going to lose her forever if he let go, needing all his strength to let her pull away.

They turned to find Brad and Jake just standing and staring at each other tensely until Brad held out a hand as an olive branch and Jake took it to end the staredown.

“Never thought I’d see the day where you chose to give up your wings, especially not for a girl but I suppose if anyone is worthy of turning in wings, it’s Y/N. You’d better treat her right.” Brad said lightly before leaning in to add “But if you hurt her, I will shove you out of a plane without a parachute.”

“Brad…” Y/N warned and Brad put his hands up in surrender.

“Alright, alright, alright.” he said as she shook her head.

“I’m sorry I told you to shut up.” she said quietly.

“And?” Bradley asked, waiting for her to say exactly what he wanted to hear and she squinted through her eyelids at him in annoyance.

“And… I’m sorry I called your mustache a ‘pornstache’.” she added reluctantly.

“I forgive you.” Bradley said as he pulled her into a bone-crushing hug like he had done since they were kids.

She rolled her eyes as he let her go and she turned to her boyfriend.

“Jake, can you take me home? I don’t think I can drive right now.” she asked, cheeks still wet and eyes still watery from her previous tears.

Jake opened his mouth to respond that he was still on duty but Mav spoke first.

“Go on, take my daughter home Lieutenant, that’s an order… and you’re dismissed for the rest of the day, get some rest.” Mav said and Y/N hugged her father gratefully before saying goodbye to him and Bradley, letting Jake lead her by the hand out to her car.

Jake drove them to her house, one hand on the steering wheel and the other refusing to let go of her hand and resting in her lap. It wasn’t until he stepped through the door of her house that he finally registered just how exhausted he was from the week of manual labor and the ridiculous amount of pushups, practically collapsing onto her couch. Y/N giggled as she saw he hadn’t even bothered to take off his boots.

“Jake, wouldn’t you be more comfortable in the bed or with your shoes off or getting out of the dirty flight suit?” she asked, amused although a small part of her felt guilty for being the reason he was that tired.

“Too much work… Sleepy time, babe.” Jake groaned, laying his head back and closing his eyes, intending to fall asleep right there when he felt a tug on his boots.

Y/N unlaced his boots and pulled them off his feet before standing in front of him and unzipping his flight suit as far as she could with him seated.

“Damn babe, you that eager to see me naked?” he asked with a smirk and she shook her head.

“Would you just help me get this off so you don't get sweat and oil and a million other gross things on my couch?” she said, somewhat exasperated at his cockiness even when he was dead tired.

“Alright, alright!” he replied, shimmying the rest of his flight suit off, his undershirt quickly joining it on the floor, leaving him in only his boxers.

He watched as a mischievous grin grew on her face and she sunk down onto her knees in front of him, gently nudging his legs apart so she could kneel between them.

“Baby, what are you doing?” Jake asked as her hands inched up his thighs towards his boxers.

“Thanking my boyfriend for being so good to me this week and smoothing things over today.” she replied as she reached the hem of his boxers, pulling them down just enough to free his cock, which was slowly rising at her touch.

“Baby, you don’t have to-” he began but she cut him off by taking him in her hand to make him groan.

“I don’t have to but I want to. I’ve been without you for a week, baby, I’m dying to get my hands on you.” she said as she moved her hand slowly up and down his length. “So just lay back and let me say thank you.”

“Oh fuck…” Jake groaned, throwing his head back as she took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his cock.

She hummed happily at his reaction, the vibrations only increasing his pleasure. Jake’s hand weaved into her hair with a light grip as she bobbed up and down his length, sucking and licking in the ways she knew he loved. It wasn’t too long before he was spilling his load down her throat, her wide eyes looking up at him encouragingly as he came. He was breathing heavily as he came down from his high and she pulled away from his cock, a dribble of spit and cum leaking out of her grinning mouth. She stood up, wiping his cum from her mouth, surprised when he grabbed her ass and pulled her towards him so her breasts were in his face.

“Jake!” she exclaimed, trying to pull back as his arms kept her in place, his head resting right in between her breasts. “At least move to the bed instead of the couch.”

“Why would I move when I have two perfect pillows right here?” he replied and she couldn’t help but laugh as she pulled away and put her hands on her hips, Jake whining at the loss of his cushions.

“Would it convince you to go to bed if I took some of my clothes off?” she teased, unbuttoning her jeans and beginning to shimmy them down her legs slowly.

“Fuck…” Jake muttered, throwing his head back at the sight of his favorite pair of panties.

“I see you noticed my choice of underwear…” she said smugly as she fiddled with the hem of her t-shirt. “Don’t you want to know if I’m wearing your favorite bra too?”

“Yes!” Jake said breathlessly, licking his lips as he eyed the section of skin she was revealing as she slowly pulled the fabric upwards, his cock beginning to rise even so soon after cumming.

“Then you’ll have to come to bed.” she said, her movements suddenly ending just before they revealed her bra, winking at him as she disappeared down the hall towards the bedroom, her shirt being flung behind her from around the corner.

Exhaustion was forgotten as his lust took over, scrambling off the couch at top speed, racing down the hallway, and flinging the bedroom door open to find a sight that had his half-hard cock turn as hard as a rock. His girlfriend was lying on the bed suggestively, her lingerie now on full display as she smiled and crooked a finger at him. He practically dived onto the bed and on top of her, hands rushing to remove her breasts from the confines of the bra.

“I thought you liked seeing me in this bra?” she asked cheekily as he pulled it off of her and tossed it onto the floor halfway across the room.

“I do.” he said with a wicked grin as he yanked her panties off and threw them to join the bra, miraculously not ripping them in his haste, savoring her surprised gasp. “They’re my favorite pair to see you in but also my favorite to see on the floor.”

She laughed and began yanking at his boxers, throwing them behind her so carelessly that they would later find them hanging from the doorknob of the bathroom. Jake was surprised when she rolled over to straddle his waist, pushing him down into the mattress with a hand on his chest.

“My poor boyfriend, so tired from all that extra work this week.” she cooed, leaning down to pepper kisses on his neck and the side of his face. “Just lay back and let me do the work, baby.”

“Baby, you don’t have-” he began when he was cut off by the feeling of her lining his cock up with her cunt and sinking down slowly to the hilt. “Fuuuuuuck…”

“That’s it baby.” she said, half a moan as she got used to the familiar and delicious stretch of her walls around him. He tried to put his hands on her waist but she tsked and wiggled a finger before removing them and bringing them up to her breasts. “I’m in control on the pace, just let me take care of you.”

“I fucking love you.” Jake groaned as he palmed the flesh of her breasts and she smiled as she leaned down to kiss him sweetly on the lips.

“I love you too baby.” she replied with a wink before straightening to sit up and begin bouncing herself up and down on his dick.

The only things that could be heard in the room was the slick slapping of their bodies together and their grunts and moans. They were both so worked up from a week’s worth of unwanted chastity away from each other that they were quickly approaching their climaxes. Jake slipped one hand down to rub her clit as the other played with the peak of one of her breasts. The steady rhythm she had set began to falter as she felt herself clamping down on his cock, her orgasm triggering his as they rode through it together. She leaned down to give him one last kiss in between heavy breaths before pulling herself off of him and collapsing onto the bed beside him. His arms immediately pulled her to him him as they panted, her nuzzling into his side and resting her head on his chest.

“If that’s what a week of hard work gets me, then I’m asking for extra assignments every fucking day.” he said and she giggled.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, I can’t go that long without sex again.” she told him and he nodded in agreement. “I think it’s time for an afternoon nap.”

“I agree.” Jake said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “And when I wake up all rested and re-energized, I’m gonna show you just all the things I’ve been thinking about doing with you all week.”

She hummed in content agreement before whispering “I love you, Jake.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” he replied and the two drifted off to sleep in utter bliss.

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