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kooktrash · 1 year

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guys my age | jeon jungkook

summary: a summer spent at your friend’s place wasn’t something to be anything to look forward to. her hot, young dad would seem to change that for you when you decide a game of teasing would suffice your boredom. you got more than you bargained for when you realize he’s not a fan of games.

➣ pairings: dilf jk x female college student!y/n [she/her]

➣ genre/au: dilf au, best friends father, summer house, smut, age gap [38 & 21] pent up sexual frustration

warnings: 9.5K words. smüt. 6 9 position [ oral f & m receiving] use of protection. roūgh missionary. they go like three rounds. reader gets on top. dirty talk, use of ‘little girl, slüt, etc but lightly] y/n is a man eater lowkey. jk wants to resist but he can’t lol. y/n is rich and spoiled, Y2K style. big bOobs lol. y/n is besties with jk’s daughter. stays at summer home. y/n is a cöçk tease. always teasing him. lawyer jk, with tattoos and piercing. y/n has bellybutton piercing

song inspo: cola — lana del rey [i got a taste for men who are older] affection — abra [did you close your eyes and think about me like I think about you?] guys my age — hey violet

Illicit Desires | DILF!Jungkook collab

The blaring sun burned against your skin, your patience running thin the longer you waited outside. A key was being jammed into the doorknob with no luck to actually get it to function. You were tired, hot, and hungry—never a good mix when it came to your mood. Your feet hurt from the kitten heels you wore and the black handle of your suitcase was getting hot with the summer heat.

“Hurry up,” you whined, a manicured hand with long pink nails waving in an attempt to fan yourself. Only seconds later the click of the lock was heard and the door was opening. You and the person in front of you groaned in relief and you were trudging inside the large house you’d be spending your summer at.

“My dad’s not home so we’ve got the place to ourselves for a couple hours, what should we do?” Your friend, Jieun, asked once the two of you made it to the stairs to take your things to her room. You gave a shrug in response, “I don’t know, I’m hot, I can’t think.”

“Oh, so you think you’re hot?” She joked with you knowing that was not at all what you meant but you winked at her anyway. Your gum smacked with each chew as you looked around her bedroom that looked fit for a teen which made sense since she’s been rooming with you in the dorms for the last two years.

“I thought you didn’t like your daddy,” you were teasing but also serious when you sat on her bed, skirt shifting to show more thigh. Jieun just sighed, opening her drawers to pull out a bikini, “It’s complicated. The divorce with my mom was ugly and it was only three years ago. I was a teen so I held a lot of resentment toward him and her.”

“Wasn’t she the one who cheated?” You asked curiously as she passed you your smaller bag for you to fish out a bikini. Jieun nodded, “Yeah, I know but my dad was always busy. Always gone for work and I don’t know, 17 year old me wished he was around more so she wouldn’t feel so lonely.”

You let the subject go in order to change out of your clothes that had been way too hot for the heat and into something way too small. A hot pink bikini with small triangles covering your breasts and a small pair of bottoms with silver links to hold it together. Jieun directed you outside and she went to get drinks and snacks for you two before joining you. You managed to pull a heart shaped floaty toward you and laid inside of it with your legs hanging out the side and a cherry coke in your hand.

“Is your dad hot?” You asked looking over your sunglasses as they hung low on your nose bridge. Jieun rolled her eyes as you passed her the donut floaty.

“Don’t ask me,” Jieun said as she finally made it on, “And leave my dad alone, the old men you like are sad.”

“Whatever, I was just asking,” you laughed, “And I’ll have you know I prefer them younger.”

She just rolled her eyes moving next to you and the two of you floated in the pool for a good while before dropping yourselves into the cold water. You played only one round of mermaids until you swear you died and came back to life.

At the sliding door stood a man, a very attractive older man dressed in a forest green matching shirt and shorts that could pass as pajamas. His shirt was slightly transparent but unfortunately you couldn’t see much. He slid the glass door open coming out with a pair of black sunglasses that he pushed up to his hair. Jieun turned to look at what you’d been staring at and she waved a hand, “Hey.”

The man’s eyes swept back to you, “Hey.” Jieun swam to the edge of the pool pulling herself up with absolutely no grace and pointed to you, “This is my roommate Y/n, she’s staying with us this summer.”

“Oh really?” He asked looking to her, “I don’t remember you telling me about this.”

She just shrugged, taking her towel and stretching one out for you to grab. You dragged yourself to the edge of the pool before placing your hands on the edge and pulling yourself up in one go. You didn’t notice the way Jieun’s dad watched the water cascade down your breasts to your stomach and thighs until you dragged yourself up. You took the towel from Jieun and dried yourself off looking back to him, “Hello Mr. Jeon, I’m Y/n, Jieun’s roommate for the past two years.”

You placed your hand in his as greeting and he gave it a firm shake, “Call me Jungkook, has Jieun gotten you set up in the guest room?”

The three of you went upstairs and for some reason you felt the need to walk with a sway in your steps knowing Jieun’s dad was behind you. You also knew you shouldn’t be doing that in just a towel and very skimpy bikini but you didn’t care. You knew in the back of your mind Jieun was one of your best friends and thinking her dad is hot should be weird. You also knew you were going to do what you want anyway and if that was planning a little game for the summer you were going to do it.

In truth, you were a very spoiled person. You came from money and your dad never thought twice about doing what you wanted so obviously you would be spoiled. You didn’t care about the consequences, you just did what you wanted because it was fun. It wasn’t going to be anything serious anyway and it’s only your first day staying here and you had to entertain yourself some way if Jieun wasn’t around.

“Thank you for letting me stay Mr. Jeon, I wouldn’t have had anywhere to go for the summer,” you said once it was just you and him after getting changed. He was bringing in blankets and pillows for you. He stopped to look at you, eyes threatening to trail down your body again but he forced himself to only look at your face, “It’s no problem, did your parents not let you stay with them?”

“They’re away for the summer,” you told him leaning against the back wall as he put the bed sheets on the bed you’d be sleeping on, “They didn’t want me in that big house all by myself for three months.”

“Maybe they don’t trust you,” he said with a small smile trying to make himself feel comfortable around his daughter’s friends. It is very hard to not think about the girl in his house that was so physically attractive it had him anxious. It just wasn’t a good idea to think about a girl his daughter’s age. You had no idea he had these thoughts, all you knew was that you were in the mood to talk, “They don’t, I’m not always the best behaved.”

“In my house, I hope you’ll behave,” he let the words slip before he could stop himself. They sounded more flirty than he meant them to when in reality he just hoped for no trouble with you. You weren’t making this easy when you tilted your head to the side and batted your lashes, “Keep a close eye on me and maybe I will.”

Jungkook seemed to freeze for a moment, his hand fixing the fitted sheet and using his sudden tension to stuff the fabric into the frame. It was silent and when Jieun came up looking at you, “I ordered pizza.”

“Yum,” you smiled cheerfully, “Are you joining us, Mr. Jeon?”

You stood at the doorway facing the stairs but turning your head back to look at him. He was already walking behind you and when you got to the stairs, his hand touched your back lightly. He stared forward, looking distant as he said, “I have to keep an eye on you, don’t I?” With that he looked to you quickly before looking ahead.

The first few days you barely had a chance to see him, you mostly hung out with Jieun and went out with friends. He was up early and got home late so you didn’t see him often. Tonight though, you’ve gotten lucky. Jieun has a date tonight with her boyfriend and she’d be staying the night at his house. Now you would be home alone until Jungkook came home and sometimes it’s not till late evening.

So you spent pretty much all day, after noon, by yourself trying to quench your boredom doing anything you could. Now you’re outside again tanning by the pool, or attempting to. The sun was already setting so there wasn’t much left and yet you remained outside.

“Jungkook, man, are you even listening right now?” A voice boomed through the speaker of his cellphone. He could barely make out the person’s voice as he held his phone away in a trance. His attention was elsewhere, somewhere he shouldn’t be focusing on, but he was.

It was hard not to stare at the view just on the other side of the sliding door. This time you were in yellow. A bright pastel that had a silver heart ring holding your top together at your breasts. From here he could see the belly button ring you had and you just looked… like sin. He was too lost to notice the way you pushed your glasses down to stare back at him. It wasn’t until you gave a little wave that he snapped out of it.

“Yes, I’m listening,” he muttered back to Taehyung as he went back to the kitchen to at least pretend like he wasn’t watching you. It was wrong, you were his daughter’s age but you just looked so damn good. And you know you’re attractive, you know that just one look and someone would squirm and currently that’s him. He has no business being 38 watching a girl who is barely 21 and thinking about the way your bottoms hugged your ass that he catches himself looking at from time to time.

His hand ruffled his hair in an attempt to shake the thought of you away, “But I should go, I’ve gotta start dinner.”

“Oh, but I wanted to know how it’s been having Jieun back? Does she come home for dinner everyday?” Jimin asked, still trying to keep a conversation going but then you came in. The tiniest denim shorts on with the button and fly open showing off your stomach and a small triangle of the yellow bottoms. You seemed to forget a shirt, sauntering into the kitchen in just the tiny bikini top and shorts, a pretty smile on your face, “You’re home, I was feeling lonely.”

His phone nearly slipped out of his hand.

Snap out of it, Jungkook, he’s reacting nervously around you and he shouldn’t.

“I’m about to start dinner,” was all he said to you before continuing his conversation with Jimin, “It’s been good but she’s not home today. She’s spending her night with Yoongi.”

You sat at the island leaning against the marble counter, pressing your chest into it and his eyes flickered to the way they seemed to bulge even more than usual. Oh God.

He could see small, hard buds through the fabric, “Jimin I’ve gotta go, I’m going to start cooking.” He needs a cold shower, like now.

“Or we can order,” You said once he was off the phone, “I’m sure you’ve had a long, hard… what’s the word I’m looking for?”

“Day?” the word came out in a stutter that had his neck heating up in embarrassment. Why was he getting flustered? He’s had very little interaction with a woman consistently, aside from the women at work and they were nothing like you. They wore gray pencil skirts and white button ups—not yellow bikinis where he could see your hardened nipples poking out. This doesn’t mean he hasn’t had opportunities to date in the last three years but with his divorce and busy with work all the time he didn’t go out. He was a boring man in his eyes.

You flashed him an innocent smile that he’s not sure he believed, “Then I’ll treat you to dinner tonight, a thank you for letting me stay. Should I call and order?” Unsure of what would come out if he opened his mouth, he just gave a subtle nod.

“I’m going to shower while we wait,” he cleared his throat awkwardly. You told him okay, ordered, and then showered yourself.

For dinner you had Italian and you were fully dressed now—still not enough for his prying eyes—but enough for him to focus on his food. He hates to admit that he’s way too curious tonight to ask questions, “What are your thoughts on Yoongi? Does he treat Jieun right?”

“Mhm,” you nodded with a light bite on your lip, “The sweetest, perfect for her.”

“For her? Wouldn’t everyone want a sweet guy?” He’s not sure why he asked or why he was curious to see what you’d say. All he knew was that his plate of food was no longer being eaten, and instead played with by scraping his fork against it. He avoided your eyes and you loved every second of it. He was just so cute getting nervous by a younger woman like you. It’s just too tempting to wanna make him squirm. A big, bad man like him falling underway by your teasing.

“I like them a little meaner, a little more authoritative,” you said looking up at him, “Like the ones who can put me in my place when I’m being difficult.”

“Hm,” he hummed in thought looking into your eyes, “Difficult?”

“Yes, I have a tendency to want what I want and find a way to get it,” you told him, voice more assertive, “And if I don’t get it, I become a huge brat.”

“So someone who can handle you?”

“Yes, but I’m a lot to handle, Jungkook,” you said his name laced with lust and if he said it didn’t go straight to his flaccid member, he’d be lying. He took a big drink from his glass of wine, “I’m sure someone is up for the task.”

“I hope so, I can get very impatient,” you raise your glass to your lips to drink, your eyes locked with his. With that you stood up with your plate, “Are you done?”

He gave a silent nod, not trusting himself to bite back a comment about how he has no patience for teasing. He’s not even sure those would be the exact words he’d say, or if he’d say how capable he is of putting someone in their place. You took his plate and washed them before excusing yourself to your bedroom to answer some call. He caught a small glimpse of the name already calling you and it was a man.

It’s been two weeks. Two hard weeks of forcing himself to not think about his daughter’s friend, but it’s been so damn difficult that you’re clouding his vision. All the looks you sent his way whenever you were with Jieun or the little comments you’d make that had his head spinning in guilt and lust. It’s been too long since he’s slept with a woman and anytime he sees you, he’s reminded of it. Like right now.

He was supposed to be working on a case with his partner, Namjoon, but he was distracted. They worked at the kitchen table but then you came in with a short, fitted black dress that barely covered your butt. Even Namjoon seemed to turn and stare when you opened the fridge and bent down at the waist to look inside. Jungkook’s head rested on his palm as he watched, half hoping your dress would rise just a little more but it didn’t, sadly. He was supposed to be doing all the paperwork that laid across the dinner table, not stare at you rummaging through the fridge.

You pulled out a bottle of pineapple juice, sipping from a straw as Jieun came down just a little more dressed down as she asked, “Is he almost here?”

Jungkook snapped his attention back to you in confusion. Is who almost here? “Are the two of you going out with Yoongi?”

“I am, Y/n’s meeting up with a guy, so lucky you dad, you might get the house to yourself,” Jieun said putting a hand on his shoulder waving a greeting to Namjoon, her father’s friend.

“Don’t miss us too much,” you teased, making him look back at you. “How well do you know this guy?”

“Just enough, we had a couple classes together,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders still sipping on the pineapple juice. He’s sure the taste of the fruit would remain in your body for hours.

Jieun laughed, “Y/n doesn’t need to know him well for her plans tonight.”

You sent her a wink that Jungkook caught and he’d be lying if he said a small part of him didn’t feel… jealous? Upset? Annoyed? All of the above? He doesn’t want both of you gone, he’s gotten used to a full house and he doesn’t want to feel lonely again. Jieun he can understand, she’s seeing her boyfriend but you… you’re not in a relationship. You don’t have any obligation to another man so why can’t you stay home. Despite all the women who notice him, he seems to have a love/hate relationship with the attention you gave him. Part of him wanted nothing to do with you in that sense, but the other was enough to boost his ego. Despite his age he was clearly attractive enough to gain the attention of a 21 year old used to college guys. So, no, he doesn’t want you to go out with one of those guys and remember that Jungkook was a boring lawyer and father of your friend.

“Well he’s outside,” you said looking at your phone, “I guess I’ll head out now.” Jieun joined you when Yoongi sent her the same text and you two were leaving.

“How are you living with that unaffected?” Namjoon finally said once the two of you were out the door. Jungkook shook his head, “I’m not.”

Long after Namjoon left, Jungkook found himself still awake working in his office. It had to be around midnight and he didn’t feel tired, he felt anxious. It stresses him out because why on earth does he feel anxious? He should feel relieved to have time to himself but he doesn’t. He’s currently staring at the clock every five damn minutes. Jieun won’t be coming home, he knows that, but now it looks like you aren’t either.

He shouldn’t care about his daughter’s friend but something about you just draws him in. You were like a succubus in his eyes, a beautiful girl who can draw anyone in and even he fell victim to it. It’s so wrong, you’re too young, you’re his daughter’s friend. But you’re so damn enticing, like every little thing about you. From the way you chew your gum while looking at him to the sway in your hips when you walk. The way you batted your pretty long lashes when you’d ask how his night went. You make little comments that he swears were suggestive that he knew he shouldn’t like, but he does. It makes him blush, honestly.

He knows he’s an attractive man. He’s fit, he’s got the looks, money, age. He has tattoos and piercings and he’s clean. He knows that women at the store try to flirt with him in line. The ones at work always have some favor to ask or some help they need. When he’s at the gym he feels eyes on him but none of it matters. Jungkook has thought about going on dates when he’s been asked and lately he’s been thinking about trying again but he just doesn’t know if he should.

At his age, is it even worth it anymore? His wife of eighteen years cheated on him just three years ago. He doesn’t think about her outside of when it has to do with Jieun but still. That’s the last woman he’s been with, it’s not like he’s your age.

You’re young and a very attractive person. You’ve got the smile, the confidence, the looks, the humor. Honestly, he could go on. He’s thought about it before, you have a way of drawing someone in and clearly it was true. If you’re on a date then obviously you know how to get someone interested, especially if Jieun always jokes about how you string these boys along. Actually, he’s not even sure if what you’re doing now is part of the date.

It’s too late for dinner. That could only mean one thing, you were probably at the guy’s place or maybe a hotel room. If that was the case then clearly you could only be doing one thing. That thought alone was enough to make him stiffen in his chair. He shouldn’t be thinking about all the things you were doing in your little black dress, or even with it off.

Jungkook knows what your body looks like under that dress. He knows that you have a little tattoo on your hip that was only noticeable when you wear one of your tiny bikinis. And god, he shouldn’t, but he feels so damn envious of whoever gets to see what lies under those poor excuses for bikinis. He can only imagine what man you’re with, what hands are touching down your naked body.

The look in your eyes when a certain spot was touched, maybe your back would arch and your hips would buck. Maybe you were sensitive, so damn sensitive that when Jungkook first gets his hands on you, you’ll be dripping in your panties—if you wore any.

Wait.

Fuck.

When did this become an imagination of him being the one touching your body? His jeans seemed to tighten, his member growing more erect with each passing image of you under him. Falling apart with his teasing this time, batting your eyelashes at him like an innocent, sweet girl, when you were anything but. The things he could do to you, teach your body so many different sensations that only he could bring you—

“Mr. Jeon.”

His entire body froze, even the small pulse of his hard length at the sound of your voice. Jungkook snapped his eyes to the door of his office, now more open than before with you standing there looking like a walking sin.

You just called him Mr. Jeon and it seemed to send him back to reality about the fact you were much younger than him. Not only that but a friend of his daughter’s.

“Y/n,” he cleared his throat, shifting in his chair awkwardly, “When did you get home?” Could he call it that? Call it your home when you both know it really isn’t. You giggle softly, pushing off the wall sauntering over to his desk with a little sway.

“Just now, I didn’t want to wake you,” you moved around his desk making him more anxious by the second. He was suddenly too aware of the bulge between his legs due to his perverse thoughts. His hand was suddenly on his lap trying to hide himself when you leaned against the desk, right next to him. Your hands on the wooden table supporting your weight, “But you weren’t even sleeping. Why are you up this late?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” Jungkook looked into your eyes when you frowned. Your face looked flush, eyes a little red and nose puffy. You had a lazy smile, “And here I thought you were waiting up for me.”

“I didn’t even know if you’d be back,” he looked away when you pushed off the desk, shifting his eyes back to his abandoned files. He kept his gaze stuck on it as you walked behind him with a hand on his shoulder, before there were two. His breath hitched as your hands touched his shoulders. You leaned against his back just briefly and he could smell the alcohol on you. It made him tense and he could feel his back muscles twitch. Your palms flattened against his shoulders before sliding them down toward his collarbone as you said, “I bet that worried you. Not knowing what I might be doing, who I might be with.”

He didn’t say anything, eyes failing to stay open when the fabric of his button up shifted against his skin with each drag of your hands across his shoulders, “What are you doing?”

You just smiled looking down at him. You couldn’t see his face but you could see the angle of his head hanging low. You could see the clenched fist around a fountain pen and an arm conveniently placed on his lap. “You just seem so stressed lately. I want to help you relax.”

“Oh,” his voice strained when you nearly closed your hands around his neck, the unbuttoned top of his shirt nearly exposing more of his chest than he wanted it to. “Y/n.”

He needs it to stop.

This needs to stop.

Now. He could feel it, he was very close to snapping. This isn’t right, not at all. But it’s not entirely wrong and it’s all just confusing him and his dick. He had to think of something else but he didn’t want to tell you to stop touching him even if he knows he should.

“How was your date?” He asked, probably one of the worst things to ask but he did so anyway. You didn’t stop your movements, unaware of the way his lips parted when your nails scraped along his chest. God, it felt so damn good to be touched. It was all he could think about and he didn’t want it to be.

“It wasn’t a date,” you told him, continuing your massage, “We went for drinks and, no, nevermind, I won’t say.” You ended with a deep sigh that had him whipping around to stare at you.

“And?” He asked, finally exposing himself to you with disheveled hair, lust blown eyes, and a wrinkled button up. “What else did you do?”

As he asked and his eyes fell upon your neck, something was building up within him. The sight of the small red mark on your neck, “Well?” His voice was deeper, more stern and definitely not happy. He was jealous and you knew it.

“So you were worried,” you giggled, “Were you thinking about it all night? What I might be doing?”

He didn’t confirm nor deny it but he did look away as if he’d been caught. He couldn’t face you but that didn’t stop you from pushing. This was like the red button.

You know you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing.

“Well…” you took a long sigh, a soft moan in thought, “After the drinks we went back to his place and well, you know how that goes.”

“Hm,” was all he said and you stopped running your hands along his shoulders. For some reason he was disappointed that you did. You just smiled, “That’s all I can say unfortunately, I missed you too much to stay the night so I got an Uber and came home.”

“Y/n,” his voice was firm but the hair on his arms rose at the raspy tone of your sleepy voice, “What are you doing?”

“Having a conversation with you,” you told him simply as you moved back against his desk, his knee so close to your leg as his chair spun out just a little. His eyes narrowed, “You know what I’m talking about.”

“I don’t think I do,” even as you said that you bit your lip, “Why don’t you tell me?”

He ran his fingers through his hair, clearly stressed. He can’t just tell you. What if he’s just imagining your touches? Your innuendos? He’s much older than you and for him to be bringing this up was embarrassing enough. So instead of doing it, he just gave up.

“You should go to bed.”

“Are you going to take me?”

It went quiet and you swear his gaze darkened in an instance. You weren’t sure if he was deciphering every meaning behind your response or if he was debating actually doing it. You wanted him to. Just look at him. Whenever you even think about him, every concern for Jieun as a friend completely slips away. He’s just too damn stunning, too damn perfect. The fact that he was older just made it ten times better.

You looked at the clock behind him before saying, “I guess I’ll go, but I’ll miss talking to you.”

“Y/n,” he grabbed your hand, stopping you from walking away. You looked back at him as he stared down at where your hand was in his. No.

No. Jungkook, don’t even if you really want to at least get a kiss. No.

“Yes?”

He cleared his throat preparing himself to talk, “Goodnight.”

You smiled, “Goodnight.”

You left without another word and the second the door shut behind you a breath of relief was pushed out from his stomach to his mouth. “Fuck,” he groaned looking down at his aching member.

He doesn’t think he can resist you the next time.

It happened again a couple nights later. This time around, Jungkook felt even more delusional over it. You were only looking at him but you weren’t being at all appropriate. Especially not now having dinner with Jieun and Yoongi. It was a table of four so he was close to you and God, this was getting harder by the minute—or no, he was.

Your foot was pulling at his pant leg and he had to pretend like it wasn’t affecting him. He listened to you talk to Jieun instead.

“So how was the other night with Jimin?” Yoongi asked you at the dinner table. Jungkook pretended like he wasn’t interested, too focused on his dinner plate. From the corner of his eye is where he watched you. You gave a small shrug, still running your foot past his knee until your leg was on his thigh. He places a hand over your ankle, a small squeeze to try and get you to stop instead of just pushing it away.

His hand was rough with age and work and your foot was smooth. It was big, with long fingers, even his pinky and you wondered what else he could do with them. Jungkook hand began hesitantly caressing your leg as you spoke, “Good, but I’m not going out with him tonight.”

“Someone else?” Yoongi asked as he served you all more food from the middle of the table. You smiled, “Maybe.”

Jungkook’s jaw tensed and he shook your leg off of him. He doesn’t know what you’re trying to do with him but he’s a grown man. If you want to do things with him he’s not going to wait around for you to finish up with another guy. Especially with a guy much younger than him who he knows won’t be able to please you like he could. Just from the way you’ve been acting he knows not everyone can handle you. You’re a cocktease and maybe he’s delusional but he knows you want him. So why are you going on a date with another man?

No.

Why does he care?

Why is he thinking about a girl young enough to be his own daughter? Why is he imagining what you’d look like sitting pretty on his dick. Why doesn’t he care that Jieun is sitting on the other side of him and all he wants is to slide his fingers up your leg and under your skirt. He could if he pulled your chair closer. He really could. He feels guilty but not enough to ignore this anymore, they’re only thoughts anyway. He wouldn’t actually do it… no, never.

“Do you want us to drop you off when we leave?” Jieun asked once dinner had been over. You shook your head, “No, I won’t be with him till later. What time are you getting home?”

“I’m not,” Jieun said, patting Yoongi’s stomach, “Staying at his place.”

“Alright, I’ll probably start getting ready.”

Jungkook went to his office when everyone left. He would do more work tonight, now he’s got all the time in the world apparently.

Once again he was going to be alone in the house.

Once again you were going out with another man.

Once again he finds himself thinking about it and feeling irritated.

Jungkook doesn’t know you have something up your sleeve. He doesn’t know that the whole time you were talking with Jieun all you could think about was how to get her father to fuck you how you’ve been craving all summer.

He couldn’t even concentrate on his case files, he could only think about what you were doing. He hasn’t heard the front door or the sound of your heels clacking on the stairs. You must be in your bedroom trying one one of those tiny little dresses you like to wear.

How was he to know what you were currently doing? Was it through the text he just received with your name displayed. He picked up his phone, unlocked it, and clicked on your message. It was a photo.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, hand running over his face and into his hair as he looked at it. There’s no mistaking what he’s looking at.

You were sitting on his bed wearing the skimpiest slip of black lingerie he’s ever seen. It was a dress, but it wasn’t even enough to cover the black lace panty you wore. His eyes followed the length of your legs, pressed together so elegantly as you posed in front of his large mirror, perched on the edge of his bed. One of your hands was on your lap, keeping the short dress from showing any sliver of underwear. It was your form of teasing, acting like it was innocent and playing it so poorly, but that’s what you were playing at. You knew what you were doing.

Jungkook knew you were bad news the second he saw you in the pool with his daughter. Even before he saw your body, your eyes were seductive. Your tone was always flirty, and he responded to it. God, since the beginning he would react, always giving a little answer to your flirting, always looking when you wanted him to. Even now, his fingers hovered over the keyboard finding it hard to just tell you to stop. He read over the text attached to the photo.

you: should I wear this out tn?

His breath hitched roughly, tension running through his muscles processing your text. You were apparently showing him something you planned on wearing tonight? Asking for his opinion? Sitting on his bed? There’s no way, absolutely no way you’re doing this to him right now. He dropped his phone on the desk and leaned back against his spinning chair. His hands covered his face, easing some tension away in thought. You’re driving him absolutely crazy. How does he even respond to that? He doesn’t.

You might have really done it this time, you’re not even sure what transpired you to act out this way aside from a selfish need to get what you want. This had started as just a way to not get bored during your summer stay and that was all it was supposed to be. It’s not your fault that Jieun’s dad is the most attractive man you’ve ever laid eyes on. And if things went the way you wanted them too, he would be in the same room as you very soon.

If they didn’t, then it was safe to say you would never show your face around here ever again.

There was a bigger sense of confidence that came with preparing this whole ordeal, but the wait itself broke it down. You were so close to getting up and running out the door when it opened. In walked Jungkook, looking as disheveled as possible but he tried to hold himself together. You looked up at him from your seated position as he took in the sight of you.

“Y/n,” his eyes trailed upwards from your exposed legs to your pretty face. A small choked out groan escaped his lips as he shifted his gaze to the ceiling, “What are you doing?”

“Getting ready?” You asked standing up to look at yourself in the mirror, “How do I look?”

“Y/n,” his voice was stern, turning to face you, “Don’t play with me.” You didn’t bother taking your eyes off your own reflection, capturing his glare through the mirror. “I’m not, Jungkook, I’m just asking a question.”

“Jungkook?” He asked as you finally turned to him, taking a small step closer. He’s so used to hearing you refer to him as Mr. Jeon teasingly that he forgets what it’s like for you to actually say his name. You nodded, standing in front of him, “Or Mr. Jeon?”

He looked down at you now that you were mere inches away from him and he could see the twinkle of mischief in your eyes. You don’t care who he is, you don’t care if he’s older either. He wanted to tell you this was inappropriate and to leave but he would never kick you out. He wouldn’t tell you he didn’t like it either, “Are you wearing this for a boy?”

A boy. Someone younger than him, probably one of those he’s heard you like and it’s not him. He’s a man, he can really show you what it’s like to feel pleasure. You looked down at your slip dress that had him looking down at your exposed cleavage. Without thinking you pressed a finger into his abdomen lightly, “I’d prefer it if it were for a man.”

Jungkook’s gaze didn’t falter away from yours, the sexual tension at a high as he leaned into the touch of your hand as it lowered. You were so close to him, chest nearly against chest and you were wearing so little. He licked at his dry lips, “Why’s that?”

“Guys my age don’t know how to fuck me, Mr. Jeon.”

In an instance, any thought of putting a stop to this vanished. Every reminder that you weren’t just an attractive younger woman expressing interest in him, vanished. All it took was the soft whisper of your response into his ear for his body to turn to mush. Jungkook barely shifted his head to the side when your lips met his, hungry and fast. His hand pressed into the back of your head, tangling in your hair, to keep you from moving back but you wouldn’t dare. The only moment your lips separated was during the first press of your tongues, meeting in the middle with the slide of spit.

Jungkook couldn’t get enough, the last time he had even kissed a woman, touched one in this manner, it had been a while. A long while that created such intense build-up when you came along making him break. The hand that hadn’t been laced in your hair was touching your waist gently but firm. It was soft but you could tell you wouldn’t be moving away anytime soon. It didn’t stop your fingers from trailing even lower than his abdomen, to the belt on his jeans. With one hand you began to tug on the belt loop, turning your neck as he began to leave wet, needy kisses down your jaw, your back arching from the way he had to bend over you to kiss your neck.

He released a low, breathless grunt at the rough pull of his zipper, hips moving with the force. The arm he had on your waist pressed you to his side when your hand dipped into the waistband of his briefs. His other hand left the back of your head, sliding down toward your neck, releasing a short moan, “Y/n.”

It has been too long. Too damn long since the last time a woman touched him. No, it’s been long since he let a woman touch him. Jungkook always had many opportunities to see someone but he never did it. He never seeked anyone out for sex, he just let himself take care of his own needs and feel unsatisfied. Now he’s letting someone young enough to be his daughter put their hand on his dick.

And it felt so fucking good. Jungkook stopped his attack on your neck to take a proper inhale, trying to keep himself under control as you palmed his naked member. Your fingers wrapped around his thick length giving him a soft stroke. You kissed down the expanse of his neck feeling the vibrations of his low groan. Your palm hugged the head of his cock, twisting your wrist and smearing it in his own precum. Your fingers brushed along the underside of his tip and he couldn’t wait. He wanted more.

With the hand that he had on your neck, he held you away from him. Your eyes met, both looking blown out and yet you still managed to look so seductive. His eyes shifted back down to your parted lips releasing small pants of breath. He licked his dry lips and with a raspy voice, he said, “Get on the bed.”

You looked down at his cock that still felt heavy in your grip. With your eyes locked with his, you moved to the bed sitting on the back of your legs, arms on your lap looking oh-so-obedient. His breath hitched at the sight and he was quickly undressing himself the rest of the way standing naked before you as you sat looking pretty in your little black dress. He got on his knees letting them sink to the mattress as you got up too.

A shiver ran down your spine at the feel of Jungkook’s rough fingers running across your shoulders to lower the thin straps of the dress. They trailed down your back softly, catching the ribbon that tied it together against your spine, and undid it The thin, silky fabric dropped down on the bed revealing more of yourself to him. Jungkook looked down at your chest, he was used to the size of them. All summer long you were showing off your pretty tits in tight tops and slutty bikinis, and yet the full view was so much more. Your nipples were pointed out, sensitive from being exposed and his rough, large hands cupped them. You released a quiet whine as his fingers pinched your nipples. Jungkook’s jaw was open, speechless at how soft you felt in his hands, “You’re such a pretty girl.”

You nodded, biting into your lip when he lowered his head to place a kiss on the plumpness of your breast. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders not wanting to stop when his tongue swiped at your nipple, licking it before sucking it into his mouth. Jungkook traveled his hands down to your thong, groping your ass before getting a hold on the material. With little effort on his end, he tore one side at your hips and did the same to the other until it was coming apart from your legs. Your underwear was left ruined as he held you by the waist, guiding you on top of him as he moved to lie back. You didn’t say anything, only soft moans leaving your lips at the way he moved your body around to his liking. You were both fully naked now and he guided you to turn away from him, gripping your thighs as he backed you up to his head and you got the hint.

Jungkook was being impatient, he needed to feel everything. He couldn’t wait to taste your pussy or to feel the tightness of your throat constrict around his large cock. He wanted to do it all now, not later. Later he can explore slowly, learn every way you want to be touched. Because if you think he’s going to be done with you after one round, you’re wrong. He moved his elbows under your knees making sure your thighs hugged the sides of his head and his body shivered. Just above his face was the prettiest little cunt he’s ever seen. Slick coated the outside and pooled at the center. Your clit was in view and the way you arched your back made your pussy pop out more. He swallowed dryly.

How did he manage to get this sight in front of him? He was a fool to think he could withstand your games, clearly not. But he can’t just let you toy with him, he’ll show you how to make a woman cum.

As soon as his wet tongue met your oversensitive clit, you had to cling to his thighs, nails digging into the muscle at his boldness. Your mouth parted in silent moans as his hands pinched your hips, pressing you down further against his mouth, getting the first taste of pussy he’s had in years—even before his divorce. You better believe that he was not doing this to his ex wife the months leading up to separating. Even if he was, nothing would have compared to how eager and wet you were.

“Da—Ju-Jungkook… ” You whimpered as you brought his cock toward your mouth, tongue swiping along his side in hopes of bringing pleasure to him fast. Your tongue began from the base of his cock where his neatly trimmed hair ended, licking all the way to his tip. From there you wrapped your lips around his head letting your tongue swipe along the slit that released clear dribbles of precum. As best as you could, you tried to relax your throat, guiding him down as far as you could.

The feeling of a warm and tight mouth around his dick had him moaning. His eyes rolled in pleasure as his thighs tensed, “Oh fuck, Y/n,” he groaned against your cunt, your wetness running down his chin. “Your mouth feels so good.”

Lewd sounds came from your mouth with each thrust of his cock down your throat, tongue licking as much of his length as you could. Jungkook was getting messier with the need to bring you to an orgasm with his tongue. Slick sounds formed every time he lapped his tongue between your pussy lips, nipping at your clit with each swipe. His fingers were digging small crescents into the roundness of your ass as he made you ride his face harder.

“Oh my god,” you cried out like a whiny brat as your hips twitched in pace with the cool in your lower belly. Jungkook placed a hand behind your head not to apply pleasure but to keep you in place. “Oh my god,” you repeated and you were so damn loud, so shameless with your moans and he’s only used his mouth so far. He’s so thankful you never tried this when Jieun was home. He wouldn’t be able to keep you quiet if his dick was in your tight snatch.

Jungkook was relentless, licking at your cunt even as you released your juices all over his tongue. He ate you out through your orgasm, letting it dribble down his chin that he pressed against your clit, shaking. He was close, so fucking close but if he cums it’s going to be in your pussy. He needs it now.

You nearly fell to your side as he moved you off his lap and you collapsed onto the bed, hand feeling around against the comforter to find your little item. He was too busy fixing himself between your legs to notice you touch a small black package. You picked up the condom moving it in front of him and he took it without a word. Jungkook felt like his hands were shaking as he put it on. The anticipation of being inside you was building up and making him jittery. You were going to be so sensitive with the way he ate your pussy and he was so hard it will be very hard to be gentle. His hips dipped down as his hand lined his cock between your folds. Wetness stuck to the condom, and he began a slow grind making sure to touch your clit as he did so. His hands pressed against the bed near your ribs and looked at the sight. You brought a hand down between your legs, spreading your slick around his cock hoping to get him to just fuck you already. You didn’t want him to tease you or stretch you or gently talk you through it. You want him to stuff you full of his cock and tell you much of a bad girl you are.

You don’t know how to explain but he was such a man. Not a boy, not a college guy or late-twenties coworker. He was a man who worked out every day, trimmed his body hair, cooked meals and did yard work all while looking so unbelievably hot. He would take care of you, he has been taking care of you and you wanted him inside of you now.

With your hand already against his cock you took a hold of him as you lined him up with your entrance hearing a soft grunt leave his lips. Jungkook was going to stop you and do it himself but he found it so much hotter to feel you guide his cock into your pussy. The softest pussy he’s ever felt, hugging his dick with warmth and wetness. Sucking him in as far as you could take him and dragging along his length as he pulled back in a nervous twitch. He won’t last, he won’t last at all

“Come on Mr. Jeon, show me how a real man fu—ohh,” he sank back in, the same vacuum sealed feeling hugging his cock and he found it hard to pull back out. Jungkook was quiet, too focused in the need to just fuck that he’s not paying attention. He’s doing what feels good until you tell him to stop. His hands snuck between the mattress and your ass, finding purchase as he lied down against your body. His knees dug into the bed and the muscles in his thighs flexed with the first real hit of his hips against yours, cock digging in just a little further. Your arms and legs wrapped around him like a baby when his hands held your butt so tightly that your hips lifted off the bed. He fucked you onto his cock, back flexing with each thrust that made his spine protrude in his arched form in an animalistic way.

Jungkook was so turned on, so close to the edge that he wanted to scream. He could hold off so much longer but not right now. Not while your moans tickled his ears and your skin was hot under his mouth with each kiss he placed on your neck. You moaned loudly, “I’m so close, oh… daddy, ohh.”

“Shh,” Jungkook mumbled against your throat, “Just cum baby, be a good girl and cum for me. I want to feel your slutty pussy cum around my clock.” He was so close, he just needed the final push and he wouldn’t be so desperate to get off.

Like before, the only warning you gave to your release was the tremble in your thighs. Jungkook released a low growl that made your throat bob as you practically hugged each other with the way he still held your ass to his cock, both coming undone at once.

Jungkook was heaving for air, legs shaking as he set you back down the inch he lifted you up. Your walls still clenched and unclenched around him and he had to turn you both on your side to be more comfortable as he began to pull out.

He rolled onto his back, hand on chest as he looked up at the sky, “Fuck.”

You smiled moving to sit lips placing a kiss to the line between his feelings the way he gasped for air. You wondered if you’d have to wait for a second round another day. “You’re still hard.”

It was true, despite the puddle of thick semen on his lower stomach, he was still hard, and your hand running up his thighs wasn’t helping. Jungkook looked down at you, “Condom?”

“I’m out but I’m on the pill.”

Jungkook wanted to be more rational but he could. He still needed to feel you on his cock. “Come sit on my dick, pretty baby.”

With a flirty smile you did as told, quickly swinging your legs around his hips as you held his cock up, Jungkook had to bite his lip hard to hold back the moan he was going to let out. This time around, Jungkook didn’t hesitate to place his hands on your hips and push you down his length.

“Y/n,” he moaned as you began to ride him, grinding against his base every time you sank down on his dick. You’d raise your hips and drop them back down against his with a smack. “Fuck, tightest fucking pussy. Fuck, look at you.”

You were such a sight with your pretty face displaying pleasure, your first bouncing with how hard you rode him, belly button ring glistening every time light reflected off the jewels. Jungkook’s hand ran over it before coming up to your breasts. “All summer, teasing me with this body, leaving me to jerk off in the shower to the image of it.”

Your pussy twitched at his words, “I touch myself to the thought of you, Mr. Jeon, I’ve been dreaming of this cock in my pussy.”

Your words traveled straight to his dick, pulsing at the idea of you with your fingers in your cunt fucking yourself to him. You were riding him with such eagerness that the bed shook with each bounce of your hips and his hand couldn’t help but spank your ass urging you on. Once again he felt himself close and he wanted to warn you. He was waiting to know for sure if he was going to when everything seemed to stop except the bounce of your hips splitting your cunt open with his cock. His eyes shot to the bedside table where your phone sat facing up, Jieun’s picture on screen.

His heart stopped, trying to get you to slow down but it was too late. He was reminded of your age and relationship with his daughter. You reached for it before he could stop you and pressed it against your ear fighting his hand that reached for it, “Hello?”

“Hey ugly, is my dad home? He’s not answering his phone.” Jieun asked through the phone. You looked down at Jungkook who shook his head with pleading eyes for you to stay still but not stop. He still needed to cum.

“He probably left in his room,” you said the last words with a grind of your hips that had him biting into his knuckles to fight back a moan. You sat straighter, enjoying the stretch of his cock, “Is there something you want me to tell him before I leave?”

His eyes shifted to you now. What do you mean leaving? You sent him a smile, shaking your head to assure him you didn’t mean it and that you wanted to have fun with him all night. Jieun signed, “Just tell him that I left the keys to Benz on the mantle.”

“Mmm, okay,” you said softly as Jungkook began to respond with his hips bucking to meet yours. He couldn’t hold on anymore. “I’ve gotta go Jieun, I’m about to leave, I’ll tell him.”

You hung up with that and he took your phone dropping it on the mess of pillows on the floor before sitting up to hug your body fo his, “Such a dirty fucking girl.”

“She left the keys to the car on the mantle,” you moaned out as his face dug into your perky breasts, nuzzling into them. He growled in frustration, grinding your hips on his length, “I already know, fuck she interrupted us for that?”

“While I’ve got her best friend riding my cock like the little slut she is?” He licked your nipple and his words had you moaning, shaking in his hold. He really didn’t seem to care anymore.

He was fucking you from below, sitting you on his lap and making you bounce on his cock, “You like fucking your friend’s dad? You like older man dick?

“Yes, fuck Jungkook, only yours,” You moaned making his chest blossom with pride at your words. With your affirmation, he moved onto his knees, hands under your ass as he fucked you onto his cock.

“Gonna cum for me? Is my baby gonna cum on my cock?” He asked with a coo but with a deep tremor in his voice, “Yeah baby? Such an eager brat, look at you.”

“Mhm,” you nodded and he went faster.

When you came undone, Jungkook took you off his cock. He couldn’t be gentle with it as he came all over himself. A hand was on his dick as he eased himself through his second orgasm of the night looking over to you. You were tired after your own third orgasm and toppled onto his bed. Jungkook knew he should feel some form of guilt but he doesn’t. Instead, he runs his hand over your back to your ass as you laid on your stomach. Your perky little ass taunting him so much that he leaned down and place a kiss on it, biting lightly into the plump flesh making you shake your hips from sensitivity. He gave it a final smack.

Maybe when the sex-fueled fog leaves his mind he’ll realize the damage he’s done.

He fucked a woman much younger than him, fucked you real good.

He had let himself be seduced by a total nymph.

His daughter’s friend.

Yet all he could say as he lied down on his back to catch his own breath before a possible third round was…

“You’re such a good girl when you’re taking dick.”

He had about a month before you and Jieun left back to school and he was going to make it worth your while. You’ll never want younger men again. You’ll want his cocking fucking into you every time he visits Jieun. He’ll sneak into your dorm when she’s at work and fuck you with all the pent up desire he’ll have from not having your body in months.

And you’ll take every inch he gives you like a good girl.

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Miracle-two

(gif created by me, the fallen nightmare. feel free to use, simply give credit)

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: forced proximity, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, and swearing.

Summary: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.

Authors Note: Tags are open if anyone is interested!

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"How is she?"

I clutched my phone between my shoulder and ear as I carried the box of merch to the table that was set up inside the venue.

"This morning was rough, but we managed."

"Yeah it was like that the other night," I sighed.

Three days ago, after I came home to the lingering smell of gas in the house, I decided that no matter how much it cost I would hire a live-in nurse to stay with my mom while I was on the road. It would only be for one month then once the tour was over, I would quit and find a job that let me be home with her. That night, I woke up in the middle of the night from screaming coming from the front yard and that's where I found my mom only wearing her underwear standing in the middle of the yard. It was cold and her blue lips were trembling, guilt ate away at me because I didn't know how long she was out there. I think she must have been in a catatonic state and woke herself out of it with her screams.

Then the night before I left for tour, I woke up to my mom looming over me in my bed with a bat clutched tightly in her hands. She didn't recognize me and threatened to beat me with the bat if I didn't get out of her house. It took a soft voice and calmness but I coaxed her back into bed, the fear of my life eating away at my insides.

Of course, when I hired the nurse, I was one hundred percent upfront with her about all the bad. The nurse, Lana, never cringed or ran out like I thought she would. She was a few years younger than my mom and worked with Alzheimer's patients for longer than I'd been alive. She was used to patients like this; it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Which is why in one week, I needed to send her first paycheck.

$850.

Every week, for five weeks.

It may have not seemed like a lot but for someone who struggles to pay their bills already, it was a lot. My pay for being a merch girl barely covered it and I didn't get paid until the tour ended. To say I was stressing about how to pay Lana was an understatement.

"She's resting in her room right now." Lana's voice brought me back to our conversation.

I chewed roughly on my bottom lip. "Is the door locked?"

"Don't worry, dear. I'll take good care of your mother while you're gone. Enjoy the time away."

"Please call me for anything, no matter the time," I stressed while letting the box fall to the floor at my feet.

The sound echoed through the room and I waved off the stares from Davis and Matt, who looked at me with raised brows. Lana and I talked for a few more moments before I reluctantly hung up, knowing I had to get to work. Noah was already upset with me being late getting to the venue, the last thing I needed was to get caught slacking off. It took me a long while to gain the courage to leave my mom, much to the pushing from Lana, and I ended up missing the call time for the bus to leave. I texted Davis an emergency came up and I would take a cab to the first city. It was only two hours away but the hole that burned in my wallet because of how much it cost continued to gnaw away at me.

So instead of dwelling on it, I focused my attention on getting my area set up. The table with our credit card machine, a jar for tips, and then the fence-like wall where I'd hang up every merch that we had while the boxes lined the floor at my feet. I set my area up on the other end of the ballroom where the guys would perform in which meant I could watch their set. It was like that sometimes but other times, I would be placed outside the room and wouldn't get to watch; not that I ever cared too in the past. It was our first show of the tour and I wanted everything to look perfect, not giving a reason for anyone to get upset with me being late.

No one cared, I knew that, but the nagging voice in my brain wouldn't shut up.

"Need any help?"

Turning on my heels, I gave a small smile to Bryan and shook my head. "I'm all finished, thank you though."

He returned my smile with one of his own, his camera slung around his neck. "Mind if I snap a few pics?"

"Not at all," I shook my head. "Just don't get any of me, I haven't showered yet."

Since I was late, I had the cab driver drop me off at the venue, not having time to check into the hotel we would stay at tonight to shower. Our next show was in two days about ten hours away so we weren't in a rush to get there.

Bryan chuckled while snapping a few pictures of the merch area.

"Well, I'm sure you can sneak away for a bit."

I groaned, the thought of a shower making me smile. "Tell Matt if he needs me to text me?"

With a quick wave goodbye, I gathered my things and quietly slipped away from the hustle and bustle of everyone setting up for the show.

With the two trays full of coffee in my hands, I entered the venue through the back way and made my way towards the ballroom where I knew everyone would be. I was only gone for less than two hours, using that time to get a quick nap and freshen up for tonight. Davis texted me a long order of coffee, almost everyone wanting some sort of caffeine. Thankfully, he also sent me the money to cover paying for it.

I made some small talk as I handed Matt, Bryan, and Davis their coffee. Ruffilo and Folio came by to grab their orders while Jolly, who opted out of coffee with a shake of his head.

"Who's the last coffee for?" I asked.

"Noah," Jolly answered. "He's up on stage if you want to bring it to him."

I'd rather pour this hot coffee over my head than go talk to him.

I haven't seen him since I got the call from the fire department. He over heard the conversation, knowing something happened with my mom, but I didn't know if he would bring it up. Hopefully, he'll take his coffee and go back to whatever he was doing.

"Sure," I forced a smile on my face.

With his coffee in hand, I walked up onto the stage where I saw Noah standing looking over to the empty floor. Hearing me walk up, he peered over his shoulder at me. I did my best to not to gawk at his bare tattooed arms; the muscles tensing under his white tank top.

"Your coffee," I raised it towards him.

As he took it, our fingers brushed and the spark that shot through me made my toes curl. If Noah felt it too, he gave nothing away. With my back turned to him, I was about to walk away when his voice halted me.

"How's your mom?"

That's a loaded question.

"Uh, she's fine," I did my best to have a straight face, not wanting to give anything away. "She locked herself out of the house the other day and tried getting in through a window. A neighbor thought she was breaking in."

I was shocked in myself at how easily I came up with that lie.

"Good," Noah nodded.

Silence fell between us for a few beats and deciding that the conversation was over, I walked back over to the merch stand doing my best to ignore the burning gaze at my back as footsteps followed close. Noah was following me not stopping when we reached the merch stand.

"What are you doing?" I asked when I saw him riffling through one of the open boxes on the floor.

His eyes roamed over me, taking in every inch of me with his static gaze then pulled out a shirt and handed it to me. When I didn't take it, confused on his actions, he let out an annoyed breath.

"Either you change into this shirt or I'll do it for you, angel and I don't think you want others to see you," Noah said nodding to the group of guys a few feet away from us.

My cheeks burned hot as the blush spread everywhere over my skin because of that damn pet name. But I still didn't take the shirt from him, unsure why he wanted me to change.

"You never cared before if I wore one of your shirts during a show," I pointed out.

He shrugged. "Be a good girl and go change."

The way something rushed straight to my core shocked me. I never thought being called a good girl would turn me on the way it just had.

Licking my lips, something Noah watched intently, I carefully took the shirt from him and stalked over to the bathrooms to change.

Holy shit.

The ballroom was fucking packed, and I was running around like a madwoman at the merch stand for the last two hours. The openers finished their set, Bad Omens coming on soon, which meant everyone wanted to grab the last bit of merch before. I was so busy I barley had time to stop for two seconds to take a drink of water, something Jolly dropped off undetected by the fans before he went to the green room in the back.

"Here ya go. Enjoy the show tonight!" I gave a smile as I handed two shirts and a sweater to the couple in front of me.

With the few seconds I had between customers, I took a large gulp of water then made work of grabbing a ski mask and a shirt. It went on like this for another twenty minutes until darkness cascaded over the room, the opening sequences of Bad Omens set echoing around us. Finally, having more than two minutes for a break, I sat down on the table and took a deep breath. I pulled out my phone to send a quick text to Lana.

She didn't call which meant good news but that didn't stop me from checking in.

Your mom is fine, dear. I'll have her call you in the morning. I think hearing your voice might help her remember you.

After I responded, I shoved my phone back into my pocket and busied myself by cleaning up around my station as Bad Omens played their set. I didn't bother packing up because I knew once the show ended, more people would line up for merch. Before and after the show is the busiest time for merch. Every once in a while, I would watch Noah stomp, dance, and come alive on the stage as he sang or screamed his lyrics. By now he had lost the ski mask and jacket, donning his black cargo pants and black tank top. As much as seeing him in that mask made my pussy clench, seeing him in this outfit practically made me whine with want.

I'd been attracted to guys in the past, hooking up with a few but had nothing serious. Noah, however, was different. I'd never been this infatuated with someone even though he could be a dick to me sometimes.

No, don't think about his dick.

I shook those thoughts out of my head, not wanting to go down that dark tunnel of thoughts, and texted Davis wondering if he could cover me for a few minutes so I could go to the bathroom. Instead of responding, he showed up two minutes later with a smile.

"I'll even give you five minutes for a break," he said.

"My hero," I called out over the sudden screams while rolling my eyes.

Once in the somewhat quietness of the hallway, I stood there for a few seconds taking a deep breath. My ears rang from the screams and loud music so this bit of solace was nice; until I saw the line for the bathroom. Even with Bad Omens playing, it didn't stop people from rushing to the bathroom.

I knew there was one in the green room so turning around; I followed down the long hallway before slipping behind a door at the end. It was way quieter back here, a soft thump of the bass banging against the wall as I walked into the green room, feet halting when I noticed Noah in there alone, throwing back a water bottle in one large gulp. It was at the point of the show where they had a few minutes intermission.

"Who's at the table?" He asked breathless.

Ignoring how his skin glistened under the light, I pursed my lips. "Davis. I just need to use the bathroom but the line for the one in the hallway is insane."

Noah nodded before tossing the bottle in the garbage and I walked passed him towards the bathroom but his fingers grazed over the inside of my wrist, stopping me. I stared down where our skin touched then back up to his face. He said nothing, simply brushed a strand of hair away that fell into my eyes, his fingers lingering on the skin behind my ear. Having him this close to me was enveloping my senses; I could think straight and his scent was deep in my bones. My breath hitched at how close we were and if I didn't know any better, I thought he was going to lean in to kiss me until a persistent knock pounded on the door.

"Noah! Let's go, we're going to miss our mark!" Jolly's voice rang out as he opened the door.

The speed that Noah pushed away from me made my stomach drop. He clearly didn't want to get caught touching me.

Jolly looked between Noah and I. "Am I interrupting-."

"No," Noah shook his head, not letting Jolly finish. "I was grabbing something to drink. Ready?"

As fast as Noah moved away from me, I was alone in the room just staring at the ground below my feet.

"What the fuck was that?" I grumbled, forgetting the whole reason I came in here.

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian reader insert #noah sebastian smut #forced proximity #enemies to lovers #slow burn

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milaisreading · 7 months

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Hello can I request crossdresser!y/n being in barou's place (after the u-20 match) and his family warmly welcomed her and she almost teared up Infront of them?? 😭😭

🌱🩷: THIS WAS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST! THANK U🩷🩷

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. In the story the boys will be using he/him when addressing Yn. Requests for this series are open. Also I made up the names of Barou's sisters!

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

'Stay calm (Y/n)... it's just Barou's family... are they as scary as my own?! Or as uptight as Reo's?!' (Y/n) gulped as she stood near the gates of Barou's house, fidgeting the random pastries she bought on her way there.

"I can't... what if they will go in on my appearance, too? Or what if Barou's siblings start judging me like my brothers do."

Taking a deep breath, she slowly took her phone out of the pocket and dialed a familiar number. (Y/n) nervously tapped her foot, feeling like throwing up her lunch as Barou answered.

"Loser, where are you?"

"I can't bring myself to ring the doorbell!"

"What?! Why are you being so dramatic?! Just ring the doorbell!"

"I can't! My legs are frozen here at the gates... maybe I should have called you an hour ago..." She sneezed. There was short silence and (Y/n) could feel the anger bubbling up inside Barou from the other side.

'I am fucked.' She closed her eyes and moved the phone away from her ear.

"ARE YOU STUPID?! AN HOUR?!" Barou took a deep breath and she heard feet moving around and doors opening.

"I can't leave you anywhere! Stay there- Mina, stop playing with the spoon!"

"Mama, Shouei-nii is being mean!"

Those were the last things (Y/n) heard before the line went silent. She put her phone in her pocket again and looked up at the darkening sky.

'I can do it! I can do it! I can do it-'

"IDIOT! I WILL KILL YOH IF YOU GET SICK!" Barou yelled as he opened the gate, glaring over at (Y/n), who jumped in fright.

"I am too young to die! Do you know how many cuisines I didn't try yet?!" She yelled, glaring over at him.

After about 5 minutes of Barou calming (Y/n) down, they walked towards the entrance door.

"You didn't have to bring us anything... we invited you-"

"No. It's the least I can do after your parents offered dinner and a sleepover." (Y/n) quickly said back as Barou opened the door.

"Idiot..."

"Stop calling me that." She said, sending him a side glare.

"Stop being one."

"Nii-san, why are you being mean to the only normal friend you ever had?" The two stopped at the entrance and looked down at a girl with red eyes and dark brown hair looking up at them. She didn't look older than 8.

"Mina, shut up." Barou said with a red face as another girl approached them. She had brown eyes and black hair, and didn't look older than 14.

'So... these are Barou's sisters?' (Y/n) thought.

"Mina is right, nii-san. Aside from (L/n)-san, I don't know who else could tolerate you."

"Mina, Akane, shut up."

(Y/n)'s jaw dropped at how casual the three siblings were with each other, the younger two going as far to yell back at Barou. It was something she really wasn't used to.

'My brothers would break my nose if I dared to talk like this.'

Just as the siblings were about to get louder, another voice echoed through the room.

"What are you three doing there?! That's no way to welcome our guest! Especially when he is still one foot in the cold."

The four tensed up as they turned to look at a much older man, who looked similar to Barou.

'Well... seems like he got his looks from his dad...' (Y/n) looked between the older man and Barou, who huffed a little.

"Sorry, dad."

'How are they so casual?! My dad would ground me if I didn't add any honorifics.'

"Hush! All of you! The poor boy is still in the cold." A woman with brown hair and eyes walked into the hallway while looking at (Y/n) in concern, a look she didn't get from her adoptive mother ever since she arrived at the house.

'That must be Barou's mom...'

The girl shook her head and her face turned red as the family turned their attention to her.

"I...It's fine! Than-thanks for having me here!" She said nervously and bowed.

"(L/n) (Y/n), it's an honor to meet you all."

"Nii-san... how did you end up befriending such a polite guy?" Akane raised her eyebrow as (Y/n) looked back at the trio.

"What do you want to say with that?" Barou sent the middle child a warning glare.

"You are rude." Akane said back as Mina joined in on the fun.

"And you snore!"

"What does that have to do with anything?!"

Barou's father sighed as he walked over to calm the trio down, as the mother walked over to (Y/n), sending her a welcoming smile.

"Ignore them, they are like that all the time, but they mean no harm. Come in now, it's probably cold."

(Y/n) slowly nodded her head at the woman as she lead her inside and closed the door behind her.

"You really don't need to help me. Just go and hang out with Shouei." The older woman said as she watched (Y/n) cutting some vegetables. The girl shook her head and looked over at the woman.

"It's the least I can do after inviting me over."

"It's really nothing. I was happy to find out Shouei has finally found a friend... he always had a hard time finding peers to get along with."

"He did? Also, he called me his friend?" (Y/n) asked in surprise, she never thought Barou saw her as anything more than a teammate.

"Yes, Shouei is... he can be a lot... and I can see that you are pretty accepting of his nature. It's really nice to see you don't judge him for who he is." The woman's words caught (Y/n) off guard, and there was a short silence between the two.

"I really don't mind Barou's nature... it's really refreshing from what I am used to, and... judging him would just be a waste of time."

The woman looked at (Y/n) in surprise and slowly smiled while nodding.

"You are a good kid, (Y/n). I am happy to have you here. I can also see why you were picked as the team's captain."

The girl blushed a little at that as she felt her lips quiver.

'Don't come out now.'

Slowly nodding her head, she continued chopping the vegetables.

During dinner, the family would ask (Y/n) some questions about life and how Blue Lock was. The girl would answer them as honestly as possible. While mostly talking to the parents, (Y/n) never noticed Barou sending his sisters warning looks, since he knew they were about to embarrass him with whatever they wanted to say.

"So, what are your plans after Blue Lock? Do you plan on pursuing football professionally?" Barou's dad askes as (Y/n) quickly gulped down her food.

'This feels like one of those scenes where the girlfriend brought her boyfriend to meet the parents.' She suppressed a laugh as she spoke up.

"I will see... if a club offers to take me in as a player, I will gladly accept. But I do plan on finishing my studies while doing so."

"You do?"

"Mhmm. I like thinking ahead... and with a degree I have a more secure future in case something happens." She explained to the older man.

There was a short silence, and (Y/n) started to panic that she said something wrong.

"Well... now I see who the responsibile one in this friendship is." Akane laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Barou glared at her as (Y/n) grabbed his sleeve to hold him back.

"Nothing~"

"While we have the attention on me!" Mina chirped in.

"We really don't." Barou answered back.

"(Y/n)-nii! I need to tell you of the time Barou called his teacher mom!"

"Mina, shut up!" Barou's face turned red as he sent an awkward glance towards (Y/n).

"Please calm down you both. And I have to say, seeing a young boy like you being so responsible and thinking ahead is very refreshing." (Y/n) looked at the man and slowly nodded her head.

"I am sure you are a son your parents can only be proud of."

Barou noted the way (Y/n) stiffened a little and she awkwardly nodded her head.

"I guess..." She sent the man an unsure smile.

"Well, I for one am happy Shouei found a friend in you."

The man finished, leaving (Y/n) at a loss of words for a moment.

'Don't come out now... don't come out now...' She chanted to herself, holding herself back from crying.

"Sorry for my parents and sisters... they can be a handful." Barou said awkwardly as the two walked a little bit through the neighborhood after dinner. It was a calm and cold night, and (Y/n) couldn't help but find it comforting.

"It's ok... they are really kind. And they care for you a lot." (Y/n) smiled at the boy, who simply nodded his head.

"Yeah, they do.... you know, you are always welcome here." Barou blushed a little as he said the last part.

"I will note that one down." (Y/n) said, trying to make it come off as a joke, but she really meant it. Tonight was one of a kind experience for her.

'For the first time since this break started I felt like I am at home.' She smiled to herself as Barou observed her silently.

For a while, the silence stayed like that, and Barou eventually cleared his throat to speak up.

"The moon in beautiful, isn't it?"

The girl looked in surprise at Barou and then up at the moon, not noticing the red tinting his cheeks.

"It is beautiful... I didn't take you as someone who observes the moon. Should I call you Moon king from now on?" (Y/n) laughed as Barou glared at her.

"You can be unbearable sometimes."

"Thanks!"

"That isn't a compliment!"

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #crossdressing #blue lock barou #barou shouei #bllk barou #barou shoei x reader #barou x reader #blue lock requests

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xetswan · 4 months

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The Switch of Daylight-

Heartbreak and Wolves

(Alice? x Reader x Jasper?)

[two] [three] [four]

At the end of the school day, I watched as Edward takes Bella’s hand, guiding her to the woods. I knew he felt me there, watching him. I felt his relief as I didn’t go to stop it from happening. I should’ve but a part of me was extremely hopeful that Bella being upset would truly stop him.

Boy was I wrong.

I felt a gust of wind from behind me, my bedroom window open.

I slowly walk into my room, all there was, was a letter on the ground.

Not even the decency of saying goodbye in person. I get a handwritten letter.

I stare at it but I don’t go to it. I don’t move my legs to grab it. Instead I let it sit there. I turn out of the room and into the living room.

My body was hard as a rock.

Fragile like porcelain glass. It stayed still.

I knew what the letter meant. They were gone.

They left and I didn’t even knew what that meant for us.

Any of us.

I then realized that Bella was all alone in the woods. I quickly snapped out of my mood and ran out of the door.

I heard Charlie’s cop car speeding down the road so I rushed into the trees.

Listening for my sister. Once I locked into her whimpers of cries, tripping down to the ground I sped up.

Rushing to her.

How could he leave alone like this?

How could they do this to her?

“Bella…” I whisper out, hearing her but not seeing her. I start to freak out, not realizing she was behind a tree on the ground.

“Bella.” I fall down beside her.

“He left!” She hyperventilated. I grab her, and she clings onto me.

“They left.” She cries out, I stay silent, rubbing her back. Letting her cry it out. We sat together on the dirt ground.

After moments that felt like minutes, that I knew have been hours she finally sits up and looks at me.

“You knew?” She hiccuped and my eyebrows lifted a tiny bit.

“You knew didn’t you?” She pushes off of me, falling backwards. “I didn’t-“

“Don’t lie to me, [Name], you knew.” She states, not asking anymore.

“No, I mean yes. I did, but listen.” I stick my hands out trying to reason with her but she shut me out.

“Why didn’t you tell me? We- I could’ve stopped them. We could’ve changed their minds.” Her eyes start to water once again, I didn’t even know that someone could cry this much.

“Bella I tried.” I frown.

“Not hard enough, we could’ve done it somehow!” She argued. I just stared at her.

“We could’ve- we could’ve…”

“No, Bella.” I go to touch her but she pushes away from me. My hand freezes in the air.

“Go away.”

She lays down, I shake my head.

“I’m staying with you.” I sit still. “[Name], please.” She mumbles, getting onto her side and staying there.

“I can’t just leave you in the woods Bella.” I sigh.

“Just leave, [Name]! Please, go!” She screams, sitting up for a moment only to fall back down.

It reminds me of when we were kids and she pushed me away unintentionally. Being an older sister I guess it’s normal to push away the younger one.

Yelling at me to get out of her room, that I’m ruining her life by trying to hang out with her and her friends.

The flashbacks of us being little girls.

Then those flashbacks of my lives before rush into my mind. Always having older siblings, being brothers or sisters. Them shouting at me to go away. I stare at her, she doesn’t look up at me and as instinct I go away.

Not to the house but just away.

I go to the stores down by the reservation. Just wanting a minute to myself.

Not remembering the fact that my dad thinks I’m at home sick right now.

My mind getting flooded with all the memories I have of my past lives. My head starting to pound. I sit down on a bench outside of a library. I hold my head, remembering too many things at once.

Seeing the Cullin’s faces too many times.

Over and over again.

My child from one of my past lives.

My deaths over and over again.

My families as they mourned over my body.

Alice and Jasper that somehow got to me right before I died.

Or were almost there but it was too late.

Feeling the fear that inducted inside of me every single time my fate had came.

I should be dead right now.

I am dead right now but for some reason I still am living.

I hated the feeling of not feeling my heart beat or not having the warmth of living.

My lungs filling with air.

Instead I have cold dead silence.

It doesn’t even feel right panicking because my heart doesn’t quicken in pace.

It stays still. I grab onto my chest and I want to just grab at my heart.

“[Name].” A voice shocks me out of my phase.

“Hm?” I glance upward to see a man in a uniform. He looked familiar.

“You gave your dad a spook. Same with your sister. Can you come with me?” He lends a hand but instead of taking I just nod and stand up.

“Sorry, I needed fresh air.” I chuckled. “And for my sister, I haven’t seen her.” I lie. He nods.

“Ah, understandable. Well to me at least. I’m sure your dad is going to have a lecture waiting for you two at home.” He warns me, I smile at him, following him to his car.

“Hey, this is Erin, I’ve found the younger Swan sister.” He calls over the radio. I get into the backseat and he rushes to the drivers seat.

“Bella hasn’t been found?” I sit up straighter. “Yeah, I’m sure she’s just like you and needed some fresh air.” He assures me.

Pulling into my house’s driveway I see my dad on the porch sitting down. I get out of the car quickly right as someone opens the door.

“[Name], why weren’t you at the house?” He stands up, immediately bringing me into his arms.

“I’m sorry, I forgot to leave a note.” I apologize, he squeezes onto me just like he did when I came home from being missing.

I felt my shoulder go wet and I realized he was crying. Or trying not to cry.

“It’s like you girls love giving me heart attacks.” He sniffs. He wipes his tears before letting go of me.

Staring at him like this reminds me of how Alice and Jasper were just asking me to fake my own death.

Him reacting to us just going missing I could never do that to him.

“I’m sorry. Have you guys found Bella?” I ask quietly. “Not yet.” He clears his throat, standing up straighter.

Then at the edge of the woods, Sam Uley comes out carrying Bella. Sam, I haven’t seen him since I was a kid. I had the biggest crush on him when I was younger.

“It’s Sam Uley. He found her.” Billy speaks up.

Charlie bolts over to them, I’ve never seen him move this fast. He wraps his arms around Bella, lifting her from the attractive man.

“Thank you, Sam. Thank God.” I hear my dad say, Billy comes over to me and I give a small smile.

Charlie carries my sister into the house.

Harry and Billy give Sam and nod. He does the same thing and goes to back away.

I went to follow after him but Billy grabs onto my wrist.

Before I acknowledge Billy, I watch Jacob come into view of everything and he wants to chase after my dad and sister but he knows that it’s not time yet.

Charlie just got her in his arms.

I then watch him awkwardly make eye contact with Sam in passing, quickly looking away as fast as he looked at him.

“He knows. About you. He doesn’t like it.” Billy speaks up as he knew I was going to go after Sam, he shakes his head. I frown, glancing over at the man.

“But I- Please.” I pleaded with him. Billy sighs. “I can’t stop you.” He lets me go and I run after the bigger man.

“Sam! Sammy!” I call, now jogging up to him and I caught up.

“Go away, [Name].” He grunts.

“That’s no way to greet an old friend.” I lightheartedly joke. We were now away from everyone. No one could hear us.

“[Name]-“

“How come you know what I am?” I cut him off. His body freezes in place.

“You can’t smell me?” He questions me and I sniff the air, looking around.

“I smell wet dog but what does that have to do with anything?” I fold my arms.

“You really are clueless? The Cullin’s didn’t tell you anything about us?” He asks as if that’s going to make me know anything.

“Us?” I stammer, confused as ever.

“Werewolves?” He says. I furrow my brows and go to laugh.

“Werewolves?” I repeat him in disbelief.

“You can’t believe werewolves are real being what you are?” He rebuttals in a disgusted way.

“I can’t even believe what I am is real.” I sadly say, watching his face drop a little bit.

“You didn’t want to become what you are?” He tilts his head.

“Who does?” I strain out a laugh. “I didn’t have a choice. It was either this or death.” I inform him. He doesn’t say anything.

“You believe it should’ve been death. I understand.” I smile sadly.

“No, it’s not that.” He lets out a breath.

“I just wish this didn’t happen to you out of all people.” He steps closer to me, touching my shoulder, he jolts from how cold I am but he keeps it there.

“Sorry I didn’t come see you sooner.” He sincerely says. My eyes brighten, staring back into his own orbs. “I was in transitioning.” He explains.

“I forgive you-“ “[Name]!” Billy yells after me. I glance back.

“Can we talk another time?” I ask him, he was staring back at Billy and then at me. “I… don’t know about that.” He hesitantly responds.

“Please.” Wind blows past us and his scent hits me strongly. I didn’t even really notice it until he pointed it out. It really smells like a wet dog.

“Tomorrow night, come to the rez.” He takes his hand off my shoulder and then I notice the warmth that I felt went away. Now I’m back to the coldness.

“Okay, I’ll be there around 8:30.” I tell him as he starts jogging, kicking off into a run.

I go back to my house, Jacob comes up to me.

“Where did you two go?” He nudges me. “I uh, I needed some air.” I felt dazed.

“I’ll talk to you later.” I gently patted his arm, walking off into the house.

“[Name], can you get her dressed into something comfortable?” He asks, I nod, going upstairs to Bella’s room.

She was laying down staring at the window across from her bed.

“Let’s get you dressed in something not covered in dirt.” I tell her, going into her dresser and pulling out a sweater and leggings.

“Why didn’t you go with them?” Her voice rasps out. I take a breath in.

“I couldn’t leave you or dad.” I tell honestly. Shutting her door, I threw the clothes down next to her and I help her sit up.

“My body feels like collapsing.” She whispers.

“I’m here to catch you.” I say back.

Masterlist: A&J

Two and three are shorter than I’d like but the rest shouldn’t be. Heheh Sam is a fine man😻 love square???? LMAO

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specialbrewbutterbeer · 2 years

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Unorthodox (PART II) (Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Kazansky!Reader)(+ IceMav)

PART 1 HERE

Word Count: 9812

TW: Parental death/funerals, mentions of a marriage of convenience, institutional homophobia, alcohol consumption, possibly swearing, NSFW CONTENT AT THE END (for once I decided to actually go graphic so just be warned, may or may not be badly written, unsure) There is lots of fluff and lots of angst here- some based on my own experiences.

AN: Enough people wanted a part two that I wrote one. Idk how it got this long, but I really went in for the IceMav stuff and I couldn't help but make it super sweet with them. It just felt right. Writing this ended up in me reading through the entire F-14 Tomcat's flight operations manual and spending an hour picking music because I wanted to do another one with a bit of a diegetic music thing going on. So...

Enjoy! (Requests are open, feedback and replies are really needed! I wanna know what you guys think of what I write! I adored reading what you thought of Pt.I, special shoutout to @teacactusworld and @cowboybarbie cos I loved reading what they thought!)

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It didn't take long. She was glad about that, she hoped it meant less pain and stuffering if it just happened quick. Just a couple days after Pete had visited.

Bob had texted her that same night after he dropped her home- he couldn't have waited if he'd tried. She felt like a giddy teenager getting the message. She'd not stopped talking to him since- for three days, flirting and talking and slowly pulling details from eachother.

Until now. Now she hadn't thought about her phone once, or work or anytime outside of their home.

She woke up in the morning and her father wasn't at breakfast.

She didn't say anything, just shared a look with her Mom over the heads of her younger siblings.

She didn't sit in her usual place, she just felt herself go pale. She knew it was coming, but it still hurt.

She waited until she was out of the kitchen to break into a sprint down the hall. The study door was locked- empty then. She half lept up the stairs to stand in the hall and see, through her parents bedroom door, her Papa laying in bed.

This was a man who had gotten up at 5am everyday since he joined the Naval Academy at 17.

It was now nearly 10.

She knocked on the door and he looked up. He didn't smile. How could he smile at his daughter when her face was smothered in fear and pale shock?

"Baby girl?" He coughed out the words, as fried and cracking as they were now.

"Papa." She spoke and walked in. She felt like a little kid and it was awful.

Immediately she wanted to call Pete- tell him to drop everything and get here. But her Dad didn't want that, she knew. He never wanted anyone to see him like that- if he could have kept all of them away, he would have. But especially not Pete.

She sat at the edge of her bed and images of her Dad when she was little- when he seemed barely 20 something, tall, strong and muscular- looking young enough to be her brother, not her Dad- flashed before her.

He was 27 when she was born. He met Sarah, had (y/n) and they married in the space of year. Just after TopGun.

He had told her before, that he'd always wanted kids. That she was his absolute dream.

It wasn't long after she was born that he started rapidly climbing the ranks- he wanted more kids, for sure, but her Mom was already struggling to cope with moving all round the country with a newborn, so they waited a few years.

So she was a Daddy's girl. She was Pete's girl too- in those years he was around increasingly.

No matter where they were, Pete would turn up. He'd be in the house- she remembered being a toddler, one of her earliest memories, was of her Dad and Pete.

When she thought back on it, she remembered going to see him too- her Dad and her would drive, or fly, cross country, just the two of them, to visit Pete. Those were good memories, he was a good Dad. He was patient and kind, he lived for his kids.

He rarely missed a parent teacher conference, a recital, a game. He wanted, needed to be there for it. He did whatever he could to be there. No matter how much of his own down time he'd miss, how much he'd have to catch up on, how far he'd have to travel for something that was really and ultimately trivial- he did it. He had to.

She remembered those early years, with just them- fondly. When her Dad walked around the house in boxer shorts and dog tags, a piece of toast in his hand and her, tucked under the other arm, in a diaper, giggling.

She remembered hazily those days, just before school age. She remembered her Dad, and Pete. Back then, she was either with her Dad or her Mom. Not both. She knew they'd been through a patch- sorta seperated for a while. That must have been then.

Pete seemed to always be around then.

Her Dad and Pete practically lived together- when they weren't working overseas. She got handed off from one parent to the other at airports and at the front door of the house as they swapped in and out.

Him and Pete- young men who didn't look like they should have been in charge of a kid, and yet they managed it in their own 'bachelorish' way.

Pete was good with kids because he could make them laugh and they liked him- he played a bit rough but always kissed grazed knees better and snuck a few M&Ms or some other candy to her behind his back when Tom wasn't looking. It only took Pete to ask once (or occasionally bribe) to get the kids to do anything. He always knew how to talk to them.

Tom was the affectionate, soppy Dad - he'd chase her round the house and catch her in a flurry of tickles and kisses as she squeaked and laughed. He'd sit with her in his lap, both with Tootsie pops in their mouths, on the floor and watch cartoons. He demanded a kiss on the cheek everytime his little girl left his side. He learned how to do her hair, and obliged when she wanted to but butterfly hairclips in his.

She'd sit on Pete's knee as he sat on the counter in the kitchen and her Dad cooked their meals. It was Pete who picked her up from preschool when Tom couldn't. They'd take turns taking care of her when she woke in the night- rocking the little girl back to sleep or sitting with her until she did by herself. They all three had to brush their teeth together at night or she would kick up a fuss and refuse to do it. If Pete was getting her dressed for preschool in the morning, he'd let her pick what she wanted to wear, and he'd carry her downstairs (she's a clumsy Princess and Pete, as rough and tumble as he is, refused to let her just figure out that you can't run down the stairs at 60mph and expect not to fall, on her own, or just hold her hand or something like Tom did. She was too precious for that) to the kitchen to present her to her Dad in the most insane outfits. Tom always dressed her smartly and neatly and always pressed her clothes with as much care as he would press and tidy his own dress uniform. It was Pete who was the panicky one- if she got so much as a paper cut his heart would absolutely stop and if she cried over it; it was all just over. He hadn't felt the anxiety and adrenaline like that ever- even when Bradley was a baby (but that's because Carole and Nick were such natural parents and so deeply calm). Tom was just a pick up and carry on type- he had figured out the whole 'if you don't react like it's a big deal, they won't either' thing. He always just brushed her down and kept going- held her hand and fixed it. He was a fixer.

The longest she stayed with her Dad was a month and half- before he was shipped out again. The agreement with Sarah was that she would go and stay with her own mother whilst Tom was home, he'd look after (Y/n), and the rest of the time, she'd be back in the house with the baby.

(Y/n) remembered vividly being in her Mother's arms to say goodbye to her Papa and Pete, surrounded by all the other Pilots' wives and kids and families. She'd sobbed and screamed and reached out for them. She was too young to understand what was going on or why, she just knew her Papa was leaving her behind and she didn't want him to go. So she clung on to her mother and cried her eyes out.

It was a chaotic time really- confusing and stressful for all of them, though it wasn't all bad, the good times were some of the best.

That didn't last long though. Whatever had made her parents split, they resolved. She'd never dug deep into that issue to find out why they'd split. She guessed the stress of a new baby and her Dad being there and then not being there all the time.

Over the years, Pete was still highly prominent in her life, but not as he had been in those months. Her parents became a force to be reckoned with, a proper team and when she looked at them: there was a deep love there, deep respect and admiration.

And now after all these years, more kids, more chaos and trouble and good and bad. Here was her beloved Papa, a man who she ate froot loops with at their dining table before her first day of school- her in pigtails and a little pink pair of corduroy dungarees and him (as he always seemed to be as a young dad) shirtless- both grinning from ear to ear and laughing at nothing because she was just so excited; a man who consoled her when her own marriage (which she had done on a whim and without telling anyone) broke down after barely a month; a man who made beards out of bubble bath; who for the love of God flew fighter jets for near enough 25 years! A man she wanted to walk her down the isle and be the first to hold his grandchildren. She'd always thought that wasn't much to ask but here he was. And she could do nothing but get used to the idea that he wasn't going to get to do that.

Here he was. In bed, weak, frail and tired. He wasn't even old yet. He wasn't even mandatory retirement age yet.

She held his hand and said nothing. They both knew what this signalled. They both knew how rapid it would be now.

What the fuck could she say? What was she meant to say to her perfect Father as he lay there fading away? She'd known this was coming but it still hurt. She couldn't have even tried to prepare the words to tell him. She just wanted to tell him she loved him. Because she did and that seemed the most important thing. She loved him and was proud of him- his work, his life, his achievements. She was astounded by him, respected him and adored him like she'd never adore anyone else. She didn't know how he could be such a good Dad and a fighter pilot and then Admiral and never ever fail at either job. He'd never let her down. Not until now.

She wanted to be so angry that she was being left behind, that his body could give up on him like this when he was such a sharp mind, when he was so clever and he'd always eaten right and stayed fit. She wanted to slap him round the face and tell him he was a fucking idiot, of course he wasn't dying, just get up and work like normal and pretend it all wasn't real. But it was. And it was unfair to be angry, not now. She knew she had all the time in the world to be angry later. But now she just wanted her Papa. In whatever form he was in.

Through the day she sat with him. They talked and her siblings did the same, even her eldest brother, who was 3rd year of college age now, curled up into his sister as they sat with their Dad. She put her arms around him and cradled him like when they were small, and they held their Dad's hand.

Everyone knew Tom Kazansky didn't have favourites. He was highly professional and moral. He didn't have favourite children and he loved them all equally. If anything happened to any of them he'd rather have flung himself in front of a train or off a twenty story building than just let it. Yet- her- his first born. How could he not favour her somehow. When she wasn't just his baby girl, when he was sure he'd never felt love until he'd seen her, when she had been there for so long that he knew he'd had no life before her, when she had been their baby girl.

In the evening he seemed dazed, very tired and less sure of what was happening around him. She expected it was a mixture of things, but mostly from the painkillers he was being given.

By the morning he was just confused, fidgety- he'd always been a fidget but this was an anxious fidget. Her Mom had been up with him all night, as he slept and woke in fits and starts. He just wasn't sure quite of where he was, he knew he was in his own bed- but he didn't seem to recognise it, he knew everyone's name but not necessarily who they were to him. Not all the time. He just- he was hazy on things and that was hard when just a day or two before he was as sharp and witty as ever. That was the one thingthing that'd he'd always had through this illness- his mind. And now at the last second it was slipping away from him.

That afternoon, as she sat with him, (y/n) noticed him glancing toward the side of the room. It was the first time they'd been alone- her Mom was taking care of her other kids and the siblings were scattered around the house- some of them too nervous to sit for too long with their Dad, others too distraught.

"What you looking at?" She asked softly.

"Is (y/n)- is she in the crib?" He asked in reply as he moved his head to see, his voice weak and crackled. He seemed to still understand he was ill and couldn't get up.

(Y/n) looked over to the spot where he was staring.

"Did Pete take her downstairs?" He asked again and looked at her.

"Yeah, he did." She nodded. He nodded back.

"I really love them. I love em both." He spoke. "They're the loves of my life, Sarah." In his haze she looked exactly like her mother and that's who he believed he was talking to. He closed his eyes again.

She understood then- lots of things.

She looked up and saw her Mom in the doorway.

They shared a look and her Mom nodded.

"I know, Tommy. It's alright." She spoke as she sat by her husband with a somber smile.

By the third morning he was gone.

It was like he'd waited for everyone to be asleep. It was the kind of thing he would do.

(Y/n) stayed quite calm throughout that day. She was suddenly quite numb to it all.

She and her mother worked through everything they had to- he was taken away to be prepared for the funeral, people were notified, they all consoled eachother.

Eventually it was just her and her Mom sat in the kitchen. Each of them had poured out a glass of good whisky (on the rocks) to drink in their husband and father's honour.

"Mom?" (Y/n) spoke quietly, resting her head on her shoulder.

"Yes baby?" She answered, taking a deep breath.

"Papa..." She began to speak and had to pause to get the courage to continue the question. "Him- and Pete?" She stopped and her mother needed no further prompt.

"Your Dad and Pete, baby-" Her Mom spoke gently. "They were in love." She looked at her daughter. "I didn't know it when we met, when we had you- even when we got married." She shook her head but a smile lay on her lips. "But Pete was there before me, he was there with me, and he would have been there after me."

"How did you-" (y/n) started to ask, but when she thought about it- it couldn't have been more obvious.

"I just knew it. And he admitted it when I finally asked." Sarah spoke.

Then the first tears slipped down (y/n)'s face. She quickly raised a hand to her eyes and wiped them away.

"We'd been married just over a year, and I felt so stupid" The older woman chuckled and hugged her daughter close. "But he wasn't cold- he never denied me anything, he was perfect- except for that the love he had for me wasn't what he and Pete had and I could see that." (Y/n) just nodded.

"I couldn't just have the marriage annulled- the grounds for that would have had your father and maybe even Pete dishonourably discharged. I was angry but I couldn't do that- that was too wrong. We didn't really have the money to divorce- so we just-"

"Split?"

"Mhm- I stayed with my Mama at home when your Dad wasn't away and when he was I stayed at the house. It meant you didn't have to travel so much and we didn't have to see eachother. And- before I left, I told him, 'Tommy- You gotta understand I'm not making you choose and I'm not angry that you love him. I know you love him, and that's why you gotta be with him, I'm angry because you did it behind my back, you couldn't just say it."

"What happened?"

"Well- that time was probably the closest they had to being a proper couple. You know how Pete is when he flies, the trouble he gets- your Dad bailed him out but he ended up overseas and that was what sealed it." Sarah sighed. "What they wanted they weren't gonna get- not back then. The Navy- it wouldn't have tolerated that relationship. They wouldn't have tolerated it for an Admiral especially, which, of course, your Papa became. Maybe if it were now- if things were different-" Sarah shook her head. "It was sad- I was still angry but we decided not to go it alone. We were still friends, and I realised that he could love me too. I knew it wasn't the same, but we both got what we wanted this way. We were best friends and that's all we needed. Pete was always going go be there- and every time he visited your Dad would ask me if I was okay with it. He'd go and sleep with him in the spare room, and he'd ask then too- and how could I say no? I wasn't spiteful, how could I not recognise that your Dad had a big enough heart to love his family and Pete and that he couldn't really be happy without him?" Sarah smiled. "I know most people would think that's crazy- but we made it work. We couldn't have been happier, all of us." She looked at her daughter, watched as her eyes sparkled with thought and greif and as she began to feel all mixed up.

"Why didn't we know?" She asked after a moment. "What- was he ashamed? Or?"

"No- he wasn't at all. Papa was confident and stubborn- you know that." Sarah laughed a little and wiped another tear from her daughter's face. "We just wanted everything to line up for you kids. You kids knew what everyone else knew, that your father and I loved eachother very much and that your father and Pete loved eachother very much. The nature of those relationships, everything else, didn't really matter. It wasn't a lie. I suppose we just didn't want to confuse you- and we didn't want anyone to know. You know what kids are like- they blab." She laughed again.

(Y/n) nodded. It felt like all the pieces were falling into place. But now her heart was heavier and ached harder for Pete. She also greived that she could have known her father better- understood him better maybe. And yet, equally, she was glad that, though maybe unusual, they'd stumbled across a way of loving that worked, accommodated the world they lived in, the work they did and the others relationships in their lives. She supposed it didn't surprise her. She was happy that they had been happy.

She was sure she loved her Pete even more than she ever had before- to know that he brought so much happiness and love to the man she adored, whom she idolised and had always been her best friend. It was like some relief washed over her.

The first time she broke down in tears was after the funeral. She nearly broke when the same day that he'd passed, the Navy sent a couple people to retrieve all the confidential paperwork and files in her Dad's office- they apologized profusely and said they'd have waited if they could have, but he had so much sensitive information on active projects and missions that they couldn't risk it. To give them credit, they were very careful to be tidy and sensitive to personal possessions and files- which they backed up onto two harddrives and gave to Sarah- deleting it off of the PC they were taking away, to be returned once they'd recovered everything they needed and wiped it. But watching all of these things leave the house was like taking away pieces of a man who they already felt they had so little left of. But still- it wasn't till after the funeral.

It had been lovely. The weather was warm, and bright. It was attended by many and it was warming to see the pilots her Dad had flown with, mentored, admired, be there for him one last time.

She looked across at Pete. She hadn't seen him so brushed up for a long time- and like her, he was remarkably calm.

When all the pomp and ceremony was done, and finally it was all over- she half flung herself at him.

She said nothing, and he didn't care that she would crumple his uniform. He just wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes as she sobbed into him. She held on so tight- fistfuls of fabric which tugged everytime she breathed. He didn't care. He felt the same. As people passed by them, trying not look at the picture of greif carved in front of them, neither of them cared.

Pete kissed the top of her head and rested his cheek there. She felt him tense and hold his breath as he tried to hold together, and then shake as tears finally broke the surface.

Sarah ushered her other children away as the gathered party moved slowly and somberly through the cemetery in the low sun and toward the transport. Some of them talked amongst themselves, some of them stayed silent. There were tears and some shared happy memories with eachother. But (y/n) could only crumble in Pete's arms, and he realised that there were only three people in his adult life now he'd cried in front of. Goose, Ice and his baby girl.

She was his. There was no doubt. For all her life he had been there and never was he going to leave. He'd watched her grow up- he'd been her other Dad. He supposed he'd never thought of himself that way- but she sure had. She was theirs. She understood that now. She understood why her Dad and her and Pete had always seemed a natural family- why he was so present and why, her mostly, but not just her, all of her silblings too, responded to him. Why did he fit so well into that role.

Because he was supposed to be there.

And now they were all missing a great big chunk of their lives.

She pulled away for a moment.

"Pete?" She whispered and looked up at him with a matching tear stained face. She thought she'd be able to speak a bit louder but what came out was meek and uncharacteristically unsure.

He looked back at her and saw the little girl he recognised, but torn up to ribbons behind those big pretty eyes of hers.

"Papa loved you." She spoke with a crack in her voice and all choked up.

Pete nodded.

"I know." He whispered as he pulled her back into him, enveloping her in his arms. "He told me plenty." She just nodded and her sobs became audible choked cries. "I loved him too. More than anything." He continued. "More than Penny, more than flying- nearly as much as I love Bradley and you, sweetheart." How his voice was so soothing even when throttled by tears and angst she didn't know. It always had been to her.

She held on tighter and tighter, feeling like she was going to go lightheaded with how few breaths she could take through her sobbing, and Pete continued now to allow tears to pour down his face.

It took a good while for them both to soothe. But it was a needed release of emotion that neither of them had had the chance for yet.

Finally (y/n) stood back and almost went to just scream, but she couldn't. She just looked up to the clear, cloudless sky, still clinging onto her Godfather's sleeve like he was going to drift away or try and leave her. Nothing would have taken that man away then.

She breathed and Pete held her hand, and she felt his shake.

"It's not fair." She spoke.

"No." He tensed his jaw and ground his teeth. "Not at all." He spoke, wiping the tears from his cheek.

She looked back at him, her lips pressed into a thin line. She sniffled and paused for a second before then looking down the slope.

Pete put his arm around her shoulder and she leant into him. Slowly they walked toward the others as they climbed into various modes of transportation.

The venue for the wake was suited to that expected of an Admiral- it was the bar room of an upmarket hotel in town, and it was a weirdly nice atmosphere, a few 80s tunes playing above the chatter.

No-one expected it to be as nice as that- but there was something therapeutic about being surrounded by people who were there because they had good memories and great respect for someone she loved.

The place was filled, even more people than could make it to the service had arrived for the wake, and everyone had something nice to say. There was no pity or tears (apart from her Mom, who had got talking to Ron Kerner, aka Slider, about something or other they'd gotten up to in the Academy- and they'd laughed so hard she'd cried) which was nice. There were smiles and fondness and everyone knew it had to be that way because if you'd met the man once, you knew that Kazansky didn't require pity and though he was tactful and serious at work, the moment he was off duty, he had something sly and witty to say, something to joke about. He had a kiddy sense of humour.

God, it was nice. It was soothing and relaxing and (Y/n) and Pete were the last to walk into the place with it's plush carpet and moulded wood panels and sparkling light fixtures. It was a celebration of his life, not an occasion just to miss him.

"Right- let's get you a drink, then we'll get you talking." Pete smiled and held out his arm, which (y/n) nodded to and hooked hers through.

They leant on the bar and eventually ended up with drinks in hand. In the interim plenty of people approached and shook her hand and when she smiled- sensed it was genuine and she allowed them to tell her what a wonderful man her father was and how they knew him and such. She thought she might have disliked that, but she found herself very proud of how many people clearly held her father very dear and enjoyed his company or were simply honoured to have worked with him. Not a single person was there purely for duty or obligation. (And she and her mother over the following days would receive many messaged of regret that various people couldn't attend.)

(Y/n) turned against the bar and leant back, scanning the room. Her eyes were less red now and her cheeks less stained.

To one side of the room she saw Pete's students, all dressed to the nines in their dress uniforms. All on best behaviour but fairly relaxed and talking amongst eachother.

She was proud of them too. They looked so smart, and everyone knew they were the best of the best. They were there because there her Dad's pilots. He,'d known each one of them inside and out, their skills, flaws and talents just from paperwork and crossed wires. He picked those men and women as the best of the best and believed in them.

She smiled as she watched them.

Over the past days she'd all but forgotten Lieutenant Floyd. She'd thought lots about him- partially as an escape and partially because she already knew how much she liked him and she didn't like to think that she'd not get to bring him home to her Dad.

It was a weird time to be thinking about a romance, and maybe it was just the emotionally charged atmosphere but she couldn't help it.

She let her gaze stop at him without thinking, and was only shaken out of it when he looked back at her.

She held it for a moment before fully realising what she was doing and where she was, she felt her cheeks flush with heat and looked away.

Pete laughed, his eyes darting between the pair.

(Y/n) put a hand to her face and felt the frankly searing heat of her cheeks, she smiled sheepishly and took a deep swig of her drink.

"You're that taken by him, huh?" Pete asked. She looked to him and didn't need to say anything. It took him by surprise, the look he saw in her eyes.

"Wow-" He exclaimed but under his breath, in a sort of whisper, taken aback by it. "You really are..."

"Pete!" She spoke in a hushed tone, with an embarrassed laugh. "I've been out with him once- I barely know him."

"Yeah. You can change that-" Pete encouraged with a grin.

"Oh my god-" She laughed, almost tempted.

"What's this?" A voice came from beside her. She turned and found her Mom on her other side of her.

"How are you, baby?" She asked, placing her hands on her daughters shoulders in that motherly, directorial way that Mom's do, and kissed her cheek.

"I'm alright Mom-" She spoke, with a little smile. "Are you-" She began, but her Mom just nodded.

"Pete?" Her Mom softened and moved to embrace the pilot, who reciprocated with a smile and a sigh.

"Sarah." He spoke, breathing her name like seeing her was a relief.

"You're- you're holding up?" She asked as he pulled away.

"(Y/n) and I are keeping eachother going, I think." He nodded and smiled, looking past Sarah and to her daughter.

"Good. I'm glad to see it." She spoke and turned to see the direction that they'd been looking as Pete turned and ordered a glass of wine from the Bartender for Sarah. "Oh-" She laughed. "Your 'non-pilot'?" She smiled.

"God- even you know?" (Y/n) wanted the ground to swallow her up.

"Of course I do- your Father always told me everything." She grinned and glanced at Pete."Well, almost always." Pete gave a breathy laugh and shook his head, handing her the glass. "Thank you-" She spoke gently before sparking back up into a perkiness. "Actually- that reminds me." She began to dig through her purse. "Just a moment my lovelies." She smiled and pulled away from the group as Pete and (y/n) watched curiously.

"Oh my god- Pete? What is she up to?" She laughed and shook her head, clinging onto his arm and resting her forehead on his shoulder to hid from the embarrassment. No matter how old she was, her parents (all three of them) would manage that.

"Lieutenant Floyd?" She spoke quietly and he turned. (Y/n) watched him turn from his conversation and answer.

"Yes Ma'am?" He spoke politely and stood up straight.

She just smiled and held something out to him.

"Thank you, Ma'am." Bob spoke, slightly unsure looking down at what he had been handed.

Sarah winked and nodded, walking away with a little laugh.

She walked past her daughter and Pete and shared a mischievous look with the pilot, which clued him in to what was going on.

Pete just laughed and shook his head once again.

She watched as he opened what looked to be a small envelope, he'd stepped away from the others for a moment.

He looked terrified as he opened it.

He looked up at (y/n) with wide eyes.

It was Rooster that first noticed his expression, and walked to him, peeking over his shoulder.

He immediately laughed, loudly, attracting the attention of his fellow classmates. He slapped Bob on the back, but he was still frozen up. The same reaction was garnered from the others as they gathered around him.

"Bobby?" She spoke, with a concerned expression. She stepped forward and slowly he began to walk across to her, weaving through the throngs of people in the middle of the room.

"Bob? What's wrong?" She gave a confused smile as he got close. He stood close to her, just inches away and looked down at the note in his hands. He pushed it into hers and watched her read it.

'Floyd,

You're goddamm lucky you're not a pilot.

Now Maverick isn't just keeping an eye on your flying.'

Underneath was her father's distinct signature and the paper bore his letter head. The handwriting was slightly shaky, but still clearly her father's.

He put her hand to her mouth, and smiled.

She looked up at him, before putting a hand on his shoulder and pulling him down as she leant up- kissing his cheek softly, and then quickly a peck on the lips for good measure- just to snap him out of his mini-trance.

His expression softened as she pulled away and he stayed stooped for a moment before straightening up. Then he seemed to breathe, and she gave a breathy laugh which Bob returned.

Pete leant around her and took the note from her hand. He read it and smirked. That was so typical. One last chance to playfully embarrass his kid, frighten the life out of one of his daughter's potential boyfriend (because of course he was a protective girl-dad) and give Sarah and Pete a good laugh. That was just like their Tommy. It was just like Ice.

Suddenly, as Bob looked down at her- he couldn't not smile at her, he realised how close they were standing, he towered over her and his heart was beating like a steam train. He couldn't bring himself to move away and her hand had trailed down from his shoulder to rest on his chest.

He looked at her, wearing a black silk slip dress, which was simple and suited the weather, and she looked beautiful in it.

"How are you doing?" He spoke, more seriously now. He wasn't entirely sure how he felt doing this at her father's wake. That felt odd- even with her taking the lead. He feared that she was just- that he might be a distraction.

"Fucking shit- my Dad just died." She smiled. He nodded.

"Yeah." He broke their gaze and his smile faded. "Makes sense."

"Makes me kinda cold, huh?" She laughed.

"Huh?" Bob looked back up at her, surprised.

"Kissing a guy I barely met? At my Dad's funeral? Some people would say that was pretty cold." She looked up at him. He didn't seem to know what to say. "But- he was 'Iceman' after all. 'Ice cold. No mistakes.'" She grinned, and suddenly Bob caught on.

"No mistakes?" He allowed himself a little smile.

She shook her head and gave a little laugh.

"Come on- come talk with me?" She asked with a little tilt of her head.

He nodded, placing his hand on the small of her back and guiding her to a quieter section of the room.

He looked great in his uniform, she couldn't help but think it. He was sweet and she was attracted to him, there was no two ways about that.

She enjoyed the featherlight touch of his fingers on her back, it almost made her twitch. Her stomach fluttered, and she glanced up at him as they moved and he placed himself between her and those he was navigating them around.

He was a gentleman, and she suddenly couldn't take her eyes off of him. A little smile graced her lips as they finally broke from the crowd.

The room had a grand staircase which lead up to a gallery, which lead in turn to the corridors to the rooms and such, and had more tables and couches than were on the periphery of the main bar floor. It was some of the only clear space, so it was where they perched, a few steps up, they sat down, her closest to the banister and him on the outer side.

From there, (y/n) looked out across the room, she saw plenty of people she recognised.

Bob watched her every move, every twitch of a finger, every tightening muscle and every dart of her eyes from someone to him. He liked how her lip curled as she thought, or saw someone that gave her a hit of nostalgia.

"You like your job?" She asked him, as she looked out, leaning back on heels of her palm, her fingers frustratingly close to brushing against him.

"Yeah- I love it. More than anything." He spoke softly and honestly.

"Mmhm-" She mused, a touch of a smile on her face as she finally turned and locked eyes with him. "My Papa did too. It's a thing with you aviators. I think you'd all stay up there forever if you could."

"Yeah-" Bob nodded and smiled. "I think so." He shifted to face her a little more. "You ever been up there?"

She smiled with a fondness and her eyes sparkled bright at the question.

"Yeah- not for a long time, and not in anything special but- My Dad took me up a couple times, Pete too. It was like nothing I've ever felt." She smiled. "Pete tried to teach me a few times, just in something small and hobbyish, but I never stuck with it and got my license. I probably should have- I enjoyed it."

Bob smiled.

"Maybe it's a good thing- My Daddy told me to stay away from pilots too." He laughed and (y/n) grinned.

"You're slicker that you make out to be, Lieutenant Floyd." She smirked, leaning just a little closer.

He chuckled and looked at her with a soft and admiring gaze.

"I doubt it." He spoke quietly, so she could scarcely hear it over the chatter of the room and the music.

(Y/n) pulled him in, though the distance between them already wasn't far, by his uniform jacket, hooking her fingers under the fabric and between the buttons and tugging gently- he complied and didn't hesitate to allow his body to move where she wanted it to be, following the pull of the fabric. There was something hungry in the kiss she gave- as her fingers stayed looped in his uniform, but now they weren't moving him, her knuckles instead pushed flat against his shirt and as he breathed in, the fabric, as well fitted as it was, constricted tight over them.

She seemed to breathe that kiss, it was hungry, but it was also calm and gentle. He indulged in it, as if it were the first and last and he'd stolen it.

"You can doubt it all you like, but actions speak louder than words, Bobby." She whispered as she pulled away for a moment, her chest heaving up and down with the adrenaline of the moment- she was terrified he'd reject it, though it was unfounded fear.

He was next to dive back in. The first kiss was hers. This was his- he found one of his hands had come to rest on her thigh, and the other was still by his side. He moved it to her hip, feeling the soft and hard contours of the flesh and bone there, through the slipping silk fabric. The other he used to steady himself, taking hold of her forearm that was hovering by her side and not holding on to him, and pulling it in to him a little, his fingertips pressing into her skin like she would disappear from his grip.

He didn't drink, but tasting the whisky on her lips was like heaven- the sweetest thing he'd ever known.

When he finally pulled himself from the kiss, she seemed entirely dazed, in a happy way. Her cheeks were flushed with heat, as were his.

She looked away, almost shy. How this man made such a confident woman this way, she didn't know, but she liked it.

She didn't care that it was almost certain that everyone in the room had noted what they were doing, and probably disapproved considering the scenario. She agreed it was strange, but the heart wanders like that. Her Father clearly didn't live his life with the opinions of others often in mind- he was considerate and wise, but confident and secure. Why shouldn't she follow that lead?

Bob seemed lost in thought for a moment, before standing, walking down a couple steps to be at rough eye level with her as she sat, and held out his hand to her.

"Would you come with me?" He asked, quietly.

(Y/n) said nothing, just took his steady hand and stood. He once again held her close into him as they moved through the people, no-one much paying attention to them.

"What are we doing?" She asked in a whisper, curious.

"I'm taking a leaf out of Captain Mitchell's book." He spoke, as the edged past people in the crowded room.

She laughed and said no more. She liked this side of the man, she sensed he didn't often show it.

Quickly they were outside, breathing the fresh air from the sea.

Bob lead her to his pick up and opened the door, in one swift movement he pulled her gently to face him and put his hand on her hips and lifted her up onto the drivers seat, facing him still. He was a fit guy, and bigger than her, so it wasn't difficult. Her heart skipped a beat as he did, she wasn't used to anything like that.

He placed his hands on her knee and thigh and looked up at her, frozen for a moment.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, an innocent sparkle in his eye, as if what he had just done and where he had put his hands wasn't surely one of the sexiest things that happened to the young woman in her life and hadn't set her aflutter.

"Yes." She laughed at him.

He didn't hesitate to give her a quick and tender kiss, much more ferocious than he had done when they weren't alone. He pulled away with a distinct smile and didn't move as he watched her expression. She enjoyed it profusely.

"Can you grab my phone from glovebox, please?" He asked, and she took a moment to recover from the kiss before she understood what he said.

She nodded and leant back, holding onto the back of the seat for support, opening it as required, before returning to face Bob, who hadn't moved a muscle, his hands still placed strategically on her.

She handed it to him, and he gave a smile.

"You can shuffle over." He spoke gently and she nodded again, and swung her legs around, moving over to the passenger seat with relative ease. He closed the driver's door again as she did and the turned, walking a few steps along the truck and leaning back on it. He put the phone to his ear and spoke very briefly to someone over it, before climbing in and starting the engine. The radio kicked on as he did so.

They said very little as he drove, just shared little glances. He hummed along to the music, thrumming his fingers on the wheel as drove, a sweet smile layed on his lips, his heart nearly beating out of his chest. He didn't usual do shit like this, but she inspired it. She deserved this side of him- the one that bypassed the awkwardness and melted into such a deep fondness and affection.

He watched him. As she had now done so often- he was beautiful. She really thought so. She just admired him, his honey sweetness and she knew how intelligent he was.

Finally he turned off of the road, he turned through an open gate in a chainlink fence- immediately she recognised the place as a small private airport.

She looked to him, a grin on her face- still unsure of what he had planned.

He pulled up outside a hangar, and turned off the ignition. He got out and walked around to the passenger door, opening it and once again offering his hand to her. She took it, as she always would, and stepped out.

He closed the door behind her, as she walked a few steps out on the concrete, she looked up at the hangar and then to him. He let nothing on and just smiled.

"Close your eyes." He told her, his voice dreamy and smooth and she did with a giggly laugh.

She heard the sliding of the hangar door and felt his hand in hers, leading her forward.

"Okay- look." He half whispered.

She did, and her eyes adjusted to the change in lighting.

"Woah-" She exclaimed and stepped forward.

Before her was one of the old F-14s. She recognised it immediately.

"Oh my god- Like my Dad flew?" She spoke in a hush, walking up to the nose of it and placing her palm against the cool grey metal, admiring the scratches and dents still in it, presumably from it's active days.

She looked back at Bob with a little breathy laugh, stunned.

"Bobby!" She breathed his name, her eyes bright and excited. He stood back and watched her stunned expression and smiled.

"It's not just like what your Dad flew." He spoke quietly, his voice still echoing around the otherwise empty hangar.

She looked at him and her eyes set in an expression of recognition. She stepped back and walked alongside the jet, looking up at it.

Below the seam of canopy, sure enough.

"Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky, Ron 'Slider' Kerner-" She gasped. Her breath hitched as she just stared at it. "I never even knew it was here." She whispered.

"It's not been here long, just a couple years. It's part of a private collection, I met the guy who owns it a few years ago. It's not quite taking the Admiral's daughter out for a joyride, but I thought you'd like to see it. Today especially." Bob explained softly as he walked to her. "It doesn't fly at the moment, but your Dad logged over a thousand hours in these things. Most of them in this."

(Y/n) turned to him, and wrapped her arms around him.

"Thank you." She spoke softly, leaning her head on his shoulder. He returned the gesture, placing an arm around her shoulders and one on her arm, as they both looked up at the machine.

They spent another hour, circling the aircraft, noting every detail of it.

Bob knew everything about the planes he flew in, and almost everything about this one too- (Y/n) knew plenty but, hearing more was a dream. Her Dad didn't tell her much, complying with his separation of his work and domesticity.

She kicked off her heels to climb up and see inside, which she seemed to do in half a second and nearly gave Bob a heart attack as he turned to see her and she was suddenly scrambling upward.

She'd done it before, as a kid she'd been down to the base and seen these planes plenty, she had been familiar with them. She stared in, and then pulled away, searching for something that she recognised, which she found. She remembered, just about, how to open the canopy (which someone must have shown her how to do as a kid).

It took a bit of strength but she did it, she stared inside, leaning in and taking it in with complete awe.

She sighed.

"I wish he could have gone flying one last time." She spoke quietly. "He missed it. And then eventually he was too ill." She shook her head but still smiled. She turned to Bob who was stood by her, cautious that she might fall, though she was by no means unsteady. "He'd be glad to know his baby was being looked after." She laughed.

Bob looked up at her and met her gaze.

"Every day for the rest of my life..." he whispered to himself, truly under his breath so she couldn't hear.

After a while, they stepped back. (Y/n) sighed happily, glancing back at it once more, before stepping out. Bob pushed the hangar door closed again.

He turned and saw her looking out at the sky, the sun hanging low, threatening to begin to dip below the horizon.

"One last thing to do." He spoke and she turned her head. She tilted it, a soft expression in her eyes and smiled at him- her cheeks dusted red and strands of hair swaying across her face in the late evening breeze.

She couldn't have looked more beautiful, her dress, pulled by the breeze, showing her figure, her body relaxed, just one hand clasped around the heels that she hadn't put back on. In this light she could have worn anything though, and he would have only been human and still fallen in love with her in an instant.

He was sure he couldn't breathe anymore as he watched.

But he still moved.

They got back in the pick-up and he pulled it around onto the tarmac of the runway.

He stepped out, grabbing his flight jacket from behind his seat, where he kept it.

She followed his lead and walked around and alongside the truck before he caught her up.

He did so quickly after though, and placed the jacket over her shoulders.

"The breeze gets cold." He spoke as he did, and she turned and kissed his cheek quickly, with a candid smile.

He unlatched the tailgate and let it open, before, once again, lifting her up onto it as she held his jacket over her shoulders.

She laughed as he did so and then hopped up next to her. She immediate curled up into him, and he put an arm around her, soothing into the moment.

They watched as the sun painted oranges and reds and pinks and purples into the sky. (Y/n) clung onto the young man, resting her head on him and feeling his fast pulse. Hers was just as rapid, and she felt like she had fallen into a dream.

It had been a weird day, her heart ached from it. She missed her father, deeply, and yet what she had seen today just made her glad that she had had him as her Papa. She knew more about him, his life, heard more love and fondness than she had ever known was possible. She was proud. She knew the greif would hit harder sometime, maybe over and over, but tonight she had a feeling that it was all okay. She knew that he wasn't suffering any longer, and that he had left, in the wake of his life, a blessing to carry on. She knew that he had known love, stronger than anything, and that no matter where she continued this life or who with, she would discover her own version of it.

"I like you very much, Lieutenant Floyd." She spoke, looking up at him. His grip on her tightened slightly as he returned the look. "And I'd like to kiss you. I want you."

"Yes Ma'am." He whispered.

He seemed to melt at the words, giving a small nod that allowed her to press a tender kiss to his lips. One that he returned, and which neither of them wanted to end.

Slowly, her hands drifted to his chest, allowing the jacket to slump off of her shoulders.

Her fingers found the buttons of his uniform jacket and undid them.

She pulled back and looked at him, questioning if she should continue, she felt almost shy about it but he nodded and pulled her back in.

She slid it off of him, and then did the same to his shirt, moving her kisses to his jaw and neck until they became sloppy. Already he was hard, and he pressed his fingertips into the flesh of her hips and waist, leaning his head back as she kissed him- giving small, breathy, sighing moans.

His hands pulled slightly at her dress until they found the hem. Then he ran his fingers across and down her skin, until he reached the lace of her underwear.

It was then that he placed his other hand to the small of her back, guiding her downward, taking over, kissing her collarbone and leaning over her.

Soon their hips were grinding together, she could feel his erection, but he backed off for a moment as he tugged at her underwear just a little. His fingers skirted across the band of them, and then dipped beneath it, finding immediately the correct spot and rubbing circles.

She placed her hand on the back of his neck, gasping a little at the sensation and shuddering as it continued.

It wasn't long before his fingers were replaced by his thumb and were instead pulling through wet folds. He pressed hungrier kisses to her breast bone and inserted first one finger then another as (y/n) ran her hand through his hair and let out a sweet little moan that only encouraged him.

He moved his kisses back to her lips, enjoying every vibration from each moan that escaped them, feeling her chest heave up and down, all his doing. Especially as she closed her eyes and sunk into orgasm. He felt her clench down on him and a series of shudders run through her. He smiled as he kissed her and only pulled away when she was done.

She breathed out and the look on her face was like a dream, glossy eyed and wet lipped.

She looked up at him, and there was an ecstasy in his eyes already. She pulled him back in, nibbling at his jaw line as he withdrew his hand and unbuttoned his pants with it- she helped him pull at them as they shared a shaky, giggling laugh and a smile. She brushed his hair from his face where a few strands had fallen, and pushed his glasses back up his nose- neither of them bothered about removing them.

He tugged once again at her underwear, pulling them all the way down. He used one arm to steady himself and placed the other hand on her lower abomen, her dress he lifted over her head before it slipped down.

She trailed her fingers down his muscular body, admiring it as he adjusted his position a little, before locking eyes with him and fluttering her eyelashes at him. Her own hands then sat at his collar, as he entered her infatuatingly and calculatedly slowly. Each movement from then on was strategically planned to capture her in her entirety. He made her twitch and whimper and her breath hitch, he gave the occasional needy moan.

She grazed his back with her nails as tension built in them both, she twitched her hips in just the right way and pressed her forehead into the crook of his neck- making him move his hand to the back of her head, tangling in her hair and then trailing down her neck, feeling every shiver and movement she made.

"You're something special-" He whispered, turning his head slightly and kissing her temple. "My god- you're something special." He spoke again against her skin- his voice shaking and his breath warm. Hot release enveloped his mind and gasped a tight and rasping moan.

"Bobby-" Was all the words she could breathe out before she was rocked, the sensation traveling through her body, heat radiating from her core and shaking her.

He lay down beside her, an arm still firmly around her, and they both lay dazed for a moment. A smile grew on her face and she let her head lay limp on his shoulder.

Tears slipped down her face after a moment, which Bob noticed as they dribbled hot and onto his skin. The hormones that flooded her body, ravaged her emotions.

Immediately he was alarmed, turning his head to see her and cupping her cheek in his hand.

"Are you alright?" He asked quickly, his eyes shining with concern and his lips pressed into a line. She nodded and laughed, placing her hand on his. Still he was worried he'd done wrong. "You're sure?" He asked again.

"Yes-" She spoke nodding, sitting up and wiping her eyes with shaking hands.

He did the same and pulled the flight jacket they'd been layed on back over her shoulders so she wouldn't be quite so exposed, as he did she leant into his chest.

He put his arms around her and breathed slowly. She let her arms snake around him and nodded again. She sighed and matched the pace of his breathing.

They stay like that for a few minutes before she pulled away and looked up at him. They shared a glad smile and curled into eachother. She looked up at the stars slowly emerging in the darkening sky.

When neither of them showed up until the morning, the Lieutenant was in severe trouble for missing curfew and technically going AWOL.

(Y/n) pulled in some favours and got him off the hook and could only laugh at the parallells of it all.

It was that moment that she decided she must have been in love.

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Head Over Heels

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem Henderson!Reader

Summary: After hanging out together, both you and Steve realise you've had feelings for one another this whole time.

Warnings/tags: No warnings, just very fluffy, very cute stuff. Teasing and banter-filled conversations. Very wholesome.

Word Count: 6.1K

A/N: This is set in season 2 but one conversation uses season 4 dialogue. I've not been able to stop thinking about this whole scenario, but I hope you guys enjoy as well! ((Also I know the title is unoriginal, sue me))

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"Dusty, you're going to be late!" You yell from the front door, slinging your car keys around your finger. It's your younger brother's Snow Ball dance tonight and you promised your mom you'd take him there and pick him up afterward.

"If you don't get your ass down here in five I swear-"

"Hold on! I don't understand!" Dustin is still upstairs, and his voice trails off as you hear him bustling around in his room. You haven't seen him since your mom left for work, which was an hour ago. Apparently, he's perfecting his hair so that he'll 'get all the ladies'. Those were Dustin's words - not your own - and you can't believe how much he's grown up in the past year.

He kept secrets from you now. He hung out with his friends way more than he hung out with you and, worst of all, he started caring about if girls liked him or not.

"I'm leaving soon!" You check your watch once more.

The dance starts at seven and you have fifteen minutes to get your brother out of the door and to the high school.

You hear Dustin switch off his bedroom light and run down the stairs at lightning speed.

"Y/N, I forgot to tell you-" Your brother's about to say something to you when you take in what he's wearing for the first time. He's got a bow tie on, with a cute suit and shirt and he's wearing his homemade Ghostbuster shoes, which are totally just some plain old Reeboks covered in red pen scribbles.

"Hold up, Dust! Look at you!" You smile, seriously unbelieving how cute he looks. "And look at your hair!"

You grab his head and stare down at his hair in amazement, “You look so good, dude! Who taught you to do all of this?”

Dustin wriggles out of your grip and straightens up his suit, “Thanks, thanks, about that…”

There’s the sound of a car horn outside. You stare at Dustin in confusion and he gives you a sheepish smile, “I know mom asked you to take me, but I kind of asked someone. And, I need to go. Now.”

Your confusion slowly turns into shock, "Oh my God, is it because you didn't want your older sister embarrassing you? Because I bet Nancy's taking Mike. You know I would never cramp your style, because honestly? You cramp me out."

Dustin sticks his tongue out at you, before giving you a shit-eating grin. "Whatever. You're just jealous because I wanted someone cool to take me to the dance. But, if you're so worried, come with."

He doesn’t give you time to answer, he just pushes you out of the way of the front door and opens it. The car horn sounds again and you hear a yell, “Henderson!”

Your curiosity wins over your confusion and you turn the hallway light off and lock the front door behind you.

There, parked on the street outside of your house, is Steve Harrington.

Dustin runs up to the car and does a three-sixty spin so Steve can see what he’s wearing. Steve has a massive grin on his face, “Dude, you did the hair!”

You walk up to the car, standing slightly behind your brother. “So you’re the dingus my brother has been hanging out with all this time.”

You smile, shaking your head. You had known Steve for years. To you, Steve used to be the world's biggest douchebag and the school's king - with a capital K - then the whole thing with Nancy happened and it seemed like everybody unanimously voted for Steve to be kicked off the popular gang's table. Now he was just like everyone else and, apparently, was best friends with your brother.

"Oh hey, another Henderson." Steve casually throws up a hand in a small wave. "You coming along for the ride?"

Dustin opens the passenger side door and slides in while Steve makes a quick remark about wiping shoes before getting in the car. Dustin ignores him.

You open the back door and sit behind your brother. "Yeah well, I was meant to be driving him. But since he has it covered, I guess the best I can do is be a supportive chaperone."

"Fine by me. Buckle up, you've got like ten minutes Henderson. Uh, young Henderson, I mean."

"We have names, you know." Dustin makes a comment that earns a laugh from you. Steve waves it off and starts driving.

You stay silent for most of the drive, mainly listening to Steve and Dustin bickering. You’re surprised at how close the pair are, and as you watch Dustin laugh at one of Steve’s corny jokes, you realise just how much Dustin needs someone like Steve in his life. With no dad, no older brother, Dustin didn’t have a father figure or even just another guy to look up to. You're surprised that Steve turns out to be that guy, but you’re glad that he’s there for your brother.

“You two are seriously giving me a headache.” You joke and the pair of them high five, as if it was their mission to annoy you.

"Anyway, Dusty, got any girls you've got your eye on?" You lean forward towards your brother and blow little kisses at him. He shoves his hand in your face, and you back off.

"You're annoying. And that's the completely wrong question to be asking. It's whether or not any girls have their eye on me that I'm worried about."

"Hey, you know you have nothing to worry about." Steve chimes in, "Remember what I taught you."

Dustin sighs, "Yeah I know. It's just Lucas has Max, and Mike has El-"

"Who's El? Ellen? From down the road?" You interject, not knowing who this girl was. And you knew most people in Hawkins. Small towns were like that.

"She's uh-" Steve looks at Dustin, not sure how to finish his sentence. Your brother recovers by saying: "She's new. Yeah. A new girl."

"Rightttt." You decide to back off from the conversation. Something seemed to be going on, and you weren't sure what.

Steve turns down the road towards the high school and your train of thought gets distracted. There's loud music blaring from the gym hall. Kids are everywhere, all dressed up and looking cute. Balloons the size of watermelons loom over the kids as they walk through the entrance. Steve stops right outside, "Here we are."

Dustin has gone strangely quiet. He instantly reaches for the interior mirror and starts touching his hair.

“Hey, you look great.” Steve is suddenly gentle, all the joking around gone from his voice. He closes the interior mirror. “You look great, ok?”

You pipe up from the back, “He’s right Dusty, you’re gonna knock ‘em dead.”

“I know.” He replies, but the confidence is lacking in his voice.

“Look, your sister’s right. You’re going to go in there, look like a million bucks and slam them!”

“Yeah, okay!” There’s a smile on Dustin’s face now, “Like a lion!”

He growls, the way he always does when he thinks he’s being an absolute lady-killer. You shake your head and Steve’s eyebrow raises, “Yeah bud, maybe don’t do that. Just go out there and have the best time okay?”

Steve claps Dustin on the shoulder and your brother reaches for his seat belt, nodding furiously.

“Go crazy, dude. See you at ten?”

Dustin gets out of the car and looks back at you. “See you at ten. Bye guys, wish me luck!”

He slams the door behind him and heads inside, his back upright and a little bit of swagger in his walk. You can’t help but smile.

Steve clears his throat, as if finally realising that now Dustin’s gone it’s just the two of you, and you roll your eyes.

“Wanna get something to eat? I could do with something to eat.” You ask. Without even asking for permission you unbuckle your seatbelt and clamber into the front seat, feet first.

“Hey! Oh my God!” Steve watches you with bewildered eyes as you get comfy and strap yourself back in.

“What? My brother gets the front seat and I don’t? Oh come on.” You shake your head in fake disapproval.

You don’t particularly care how you act around Steve. The pair of you had been in the same classes at school practically since Kindergarten. You had witnessed the time he had shoved a green crayon up his nose and he’d seen you fall flat on your face during sports day, while doing the egg and spoon race. Egg had ended up in your hair.

It wasn’t that you guys had ever been particularly close, you just didn’t care what he thought of you. Plus, if he was friends with your brother then he was no cooler than you were.

You think all of this while he continues to stare at you in shock. You raise your voice slightly, “Harrington, food or no?”

“Right. Yeah. Sure.” He fiddles with the keys and pulls away, leaving the school grounds and back onto the road.

“There’s a diner a couple of streets down.” You say, vaguely pointing in that direction, “We could get some burgers or something.”

“Burgers?” Steve retorts, a frown on his face.

“Yeah you know, those round things that go in between a bun? Usually with tomatoes and lettuce. Ring any bells?” You sling your left leg up, so your foot is on the seat and your arms cup your knee.

Steve clocks your movement, glancing at your body as he makes a right. He takes one hand off the wheel and gently pushes your leg, so your foot falls off the seat and goes back to the floor. His hands are warm.

“No feets on seats, Henderson. And I know what a burger is, idiot. I just don’t usually take girls out to go get burgers.” He shrugs nonchalantly, but you notice how he’s still subconsciously driving towards the diner.

“Oh yeah, how could I forget? King Steve is an absolute dreamboat who takes all of his dates straight back to his place so you can get frisky and then forget about each other the next day.” You laugh at your own comment.

“Hey that’s my love life you’re talking about! I’m not all about the sex, you know.”

He pulls into a parking space outside of the diner and kills the ignition.

“I’ll believe it when I see it, Steve.”

You get out the car, making sure your own car keys and purse are still in your back pocket. Steve gets out and you enter the diner together.

It’s semi-busy, meaning that there’s a few regulars in there and - with it being a Friday night - there’s two families with loud kids and a sheriff’s deputy on duty drinking a coffee. A waitress greets you at the door.

“Table for two, please.” You smile, and she leads you and Steve towards one of the window booths. You shake your head, and only express your emotions when Steve is sat opposite you, and the waitress is gone.

“She’s sat us in a booth.”

“Yeah, so?” Steve frowns at you, running a hand through his hair.

“They sit couples at booths. Booths are for like elderly couples who come in every Sunday to have waffles for breakfast with black coffee and all that jazz. They think we’re a couple.”

“Oh.” He says in a small voice, then, “In that case, this is the first time I’ve taken a girl out for burgers on a date.”

He’s waiting for your reaction to his comment, and once you laugh, he laughs with you. He gives you a giddy smile, as if he’s proud of himself.

“A date… interesting.” You’re not really sure what to say, but you’re glad when the waitress comes back to you just in time.

“Are you guys ready to order?” She asks. She’s wearing a white dress with a pink pinafore, an outfit that accompanied the diner’s new and updated look. They had a refurb a year ago, and you had to admit you appreciate the style.

“Yeah, just a cheeseburger, regular fries and…a vanilla milkshake. Thanks.” You reel off your order, hesitating when you can’t choose between vanilla and chocolate.

The waitress turns to Steve. “You know what? I’ll have what she’s having. Thank you.”

The waitress makes a note of it and walks off. You move in your seat and your foot accidentally hits Steve’s. You both apologise at the same time, and it’s the first time you feel awkward around him. There’s silence between the two of you for a couple of minutes.

“So,” He breaks the ice, subconsciously thumbing through his hair again, “How’s life been treating you, Henderson? What’s the big plan when school's over?”

“Oh, you know. Fine. Life’s fine. I’m trying to apply to colleges and stuff, hopefully it’ll work out. I dunno. Or I’ll just get a job at like Family Video, or something.” A smile plays on your lips, “And you’ve completely forgotten my name, haven’t you? You call Dusty ‘Henderson’ because you think it’s cool or whatever, but I reckon with me it’s because you can’t remember.”

“That is so not true!” Steve pulls a face of shock, “I can’t believe you’d think that!”

You shrug and start to laugh. “Just saying.”

“You think I’d forget you? Y/N Henderson? The girl who got egg in her hair? The girl who’s first kiss was freaking Johnny Liner at our very own Snow Ball? The Y/N Henderson who helped me with my math homework when we were in eighth grade?”

The waitress comes over with two identical plates, setting them down and completely interrupting Steve’s speech. You both say thank you, but neither of you touch the food. You’re waiting for Steve to continue, and he does.

“Plus I’d like to remind you I sit two rows behind you in Mr Herbert’s class and your name gets called for attendance every day, idiot. Plus you have those stupid little stickers on all of your books that say your name. So, I could never forget you.”

He looks at you with a smug smile, with one cocky raised eyebrow, and takes an aggressive bite out of his burger. You’re taken aback. Of course you’ve known Steve for forever, and everything he’d said was completely correct, but you never realised Steve had paid attention to any of those things.

“Okay.” You smile, impressed. “You win this time.”

You eat your burger and fries in semi-silence. "Don't You Want Me" by The Human League is playing on the diner's radio, and Steve mumbles along in between mouthfuls of food.

The pair of you chat about mundane things, how well you're doing in basically all of your classes, how Steve's basketball career is going, how Dustin was annoying and endearing at the same time.

If you concentrated really hard, pretended really hard, you could almost imagine that this was normal. Like you and Steve getting dinner together was a weekly reoccurrence. A small part of you wished this was normal but you knew - deep down you knew - that tomorrow the normal would go on existing. Steve would hang out with Dustin, he'd still sit two rows behind you in Mr Herbert's class, but he would go back to pretending you didn't exist. He'd be the guy who used to be popular and you'd just be Dustin's sister. A nobody who'd never been popular. It's just the way it was.

You think all of this while absentmindedly dipping a fry into your milkshake, pulling it out and eating it. Steve stops half-singing/half-eating, and stares at you.

"What was that?" He says, gesturing to your milkshake.

"What was what?" You shake your head and pop the last bit of your burger in your mouth.

"The whole milkshake and potato combination, Y/N. Nobody does that." Steve has finished his burger and has a handful of fries left.

"Well, I do it. It's good. Trust me." You reach over to pick up one of his fries. You dunk it in his milkshake before he can protest and you pull it out. "Try it."

You wave the milkshake-dipped fry by his face and he shakes his head at you, smiling. "This better be good, Henderson, or your ass is grass."

He takes the fry into his mouth and the tips of your fingers connect with his lips for just a second. You try not to think about it.

Instead, you watch his reaction. The instant confusion, the pause when he finally appreciates the combination of salt and vanilla in his mouth. He starts to nod.

"You know what? You win with that one, we're even now." He grins at you, picks up his last remaining fries and takes the liberty of dunking them in your milkshake.

"Steve!" You exclaim, you voice louder than it was meant to. One of the families look around at you, and you try not to notice. "You bastard."

He simply winks at you as he shoves the fries into his mouth. "Can't help it." He says, openly speaking with his mouth full.

You both finish your meals at a similar time. Now, there's a different song on the diner's radio - one you're not familiar with. But Steve knows it. And he's he's air-guitaring, to himself. Which is totally embarrassing.

"Oh how the mighty fall. You're an absolute nerd, Steve Harrington." You laugh at him.

"Thank you," He smiles stupidly, "Your brother would say the same."

The pair of you lapse into silence, and you find yourself watching as Steve rakes a hand through his hair not once, but three times. He's looking out the window, then sharply turns to look at you, as if he's about to say something. When he clocks you're already staring, you both avert your eyes.

The waitress comes over and any awkwardness is washed away. She takes your plates and Steve pulls out some notes from his pocket, counting the amount he'll need. You pull out your purse from your back pocket, trying to see what change you have.

"Hey," He puts one hand on yours and closes your purse, "this one's on me."

He pays and the waitress walks off.

"You didn't have to do that." You chide while you put your purse away.

"Yeah, well, I did. Now come on." Steve slides out from the booth and stands up. You glance at your watch, it's only half past eight. You didn't need to pick Dustin up for another hour and a half.

"It's not time yet, we've still got ages." You frown.

Steve rolls his eyes at you, "Y/N, did you really think we were gonna sit here all evening? We can do other stuff, you know. Come on."

He gestures for you to hurry up and you oblige. The pair of you leave the diner and get back into his car. He makes an offhand comment about checking shoes before getting in, which seems to be habit at this point, and you nod, but don't bother checking.

"You Henderson's are useless." He shakes his head as he starts the car. He backs out, and then you're on the road again.

"Why thank you. I pride myself on it." You reply, your voice dripping in sarcasm. Steve ignores your comment and pushes a cassette into the deck. It starts playing Head Over Heels by Tears For Fears.

"So where are you taking me, anyway?" You ask. You're genuinely curious, and also slightly confused. You didn't know what Steve did in his spare time, apart from play basketball and hang out with your brother. You didn't see him other than in the hallways and during your classes together. Whatever Steve got up to, and wherever he went, was a complete mystery to you.

Beside you, Steve seems to have relaxed. He's not glancing at you every second to make sure your feet aren't on the seat and he's tapping away at the steering wheel to the tune of the song. He looks at you briefly to smile.

"There's a road in the forest that pops out just by this random field. It looks over like all of Hawkins. It's really nice this time of night. Thought you might want to see it." He nods, half to himself, half in time with the music.

His voice is gentle and full of earnest, and you wonder since when did Steve care about what you might like? You respond the only way you know how, with sarcasm.

"Oh, right. So you're going to take me to the middle of nowhere where there's absolutely nobody else around. Let me guess, that's where you take all the girls?" You smirk, rolling your eyes.

"Hey, no." He frowns, looking over to you briefly, "I told you earlier. I'm not just about the sex and stuff, you know."

"Yeah, you said." There seems to be genuine hurt in his voice, and you wonder what he's thinking. "Are you still in love with Nancy?"

The question falls out of your mouth before you can stop it.

You reach a red light at an intersection in the middle of the town. At this time of night there's not many on the road but the light is on red anyway.

"No." Steve shakes his head and you swear the look he gives you is almost disappointed. "No, definitely not. Look, let me tell you something. And you better not say anything to anyone, okay? Swear?"

He's staring at you now, his voice full of sincerity. You feel like you can't look away, surprised by his sudden seriousness. "Yeah, okay. Promise."

You pull your eyes away long enough to notice the light's have changed, but Steve is still looking at you. "Uh, Steve, it's green."

He looks away, notices you're right, and drives on. Head Over Heels is still playing.

"Right. So, you promise? Okay. The thing is right, when I was a baby I used to crawl backwards. Like full on reverse, all the time."

"Okay?"

"I guess somewhere in my tiny Harrington brain I thought I was doing the right thing. And then, one day, I reversed my sorry little ass down a flight of stairs. My head got a right bump. You know, landed straight on my little noggin'. Which I guess explains a whole lot of stuff."

"You can say that again." You laugh. Steve has made his way to the edge of the forest now, and he turns off down a smaller track, leading up to the top of the hill.

"Anyway, in a round about way, that's kind of what happened with Nancy. I was acting like an asshole because I thought it was right, and I liked her because I thought it was right and then she dumped me and told me she didn't love me and it was like the biggest bump on the head since I was a baby. Made me realise a lot of stuff."

"Right. Okay." Your throat suddenly seems smaller, and you find yourself biting the inside of your cheek. Why is Steve opening up to you like this?

"At first I thought if I dated a lot of girls, I would eventually find the one. You know? Like get through as many girls as possible in order to find her."

"Ew." You interject.

"It's gross, I know. I know that now."

He looks at you as you reach the edge of the track. The forest opens up to reveal a small car park, and an open space of grass and flowers. You can see the stars in the sky, even without getting out of the car.

"Now, I think I might have known the one all along. And just didn't realise it. And now I want to do everything I can not to mess it up like I messed everything up with Nancy. Does that make sense?"

Steve has stopped the car now, and the engine's just running. It seems the cassette is only the one song - Head Over Heels - over and over again. It's started now for the second time and Steve looks over at you, waiting for your answer.

"Yeah, yeah it makes sense, Steve. Good to hear it." On nervous instinct, you pull your leg up so your knee is against your chest and your foot is on the seat. Steve says nothing.

"I'm impressed." This time your sarcasm is fake, because you don't know what else to do and it's been too serious for too long, "You're gonna keep it in your pants. Bravo."

You can't help but smile, being mean to him was so much easier than being serious.

"I hate you, Henderson." He's shaking his head at you, but his eyes are flitting between your eyes and your lips and you suddenly can't breath. Your thoughts are racing at a hundred miles per minute and it seems warm in Steve's car. It's very, very warm.

This wasn't normal - normal was Steve pretending you didn't exist. Normal was you watching Steve in the hallways but always telling yourself you didn't. This, the way your heart is beating way too fast, wasn't normal.

"No you don't." You can barely whisper your remark. Steve leans over and kisses you.

It's short and it's sweet and he still tastes of vanilla milkshake. He pulls away and gives you a small smile.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

He cuts the ignition and get's out of the car in one fell swoop. It leaves you flustered and you take a deep breath before following out of the car.

"It feels so good to get that off my chest." He's looking at you from across the car, "Just don't tell Dustin. He'll kill me if he knew I had the hots for his sister."

"Not if I don't kill you first. You...you've had feelings for me this whole time? And said nothing?"

Steve crosses the front of the car and comes to stand beside you. He reaches for your hands which are at your sides, and he holds them in between the two of you. You stare down at your intertwined fingers, and it feels right.

"It's been a long time coming. I didn't know it, not at first. I thought...I don't know...that we were just friends? Like you would never want some asshole popular guy who played basketball and had to get help with maths homework in eighth grade. Like I was just the kid who shoved a crayon up his nose."

Steve's comment makes you laugh and he raises his eyebrows at you, "See! Who would want to date someone like that? It's not until I had my ass handed to me and I started hanging out with your brother and those other little shits Mike and Will and all of them, that it made me realise who I really am. I've grown up a lot in the last year, and I don't want to be that idiot who loses the best person he's ever known because he's been too blind to see it all these years."

You stare at him, mouth agape and brain empty. Did Steve, Steve freaking Harrington, just say that to you?

When you finally find your voice, and Steve is smirking a little, all you can say is: "You're unbelievable."

Steve responds by letting go of your hands and scooping you up in arms, pulling you against his body and lifting you from your feet.

"I thought you'd say something like that. Come on, Henderson, let's see the view."

He carries you towards the middle of the field, where you laugh and kick and try to wriggle from his grip, but he's surprisingly strong. Every time you whack him he gives you little kisses on wherever he can get you. The pair of you are laughing hysterically by the time he sets you down and you smack him on the arm.

"I hate you."

"No you don't." Steve smirks, copying your comment from earlier, and he turns you to face the view.

From the field, you can see most of Hawkins. You can see streetlights and the lights of people's homes. Cars seem like toy versions of themselves they're so small, and from here you can see the glittered and glammed school where Dustin's Snow Ball is. There's the faint sound of music - Time After Time, if your ears are picking it up correctly.

"Woah. It's pretty up here." You're genuinely impressed. "I take back the comments about you bringing girls here for sex. It's way too peaceful and calm up here for that."

Steve snakes his hand into yours, "You're forgiven, for now." He squeezes your hand, letting you know he's just messing with you, as always. "Can you hear the music?"

"Yeah. A little." Your eyes don't want to tear themselves away from Hawkins. You've lived there all your life, yet now, something makes it seem even more special. It really does look beautiful.

"Wanna dance?" Steve's words make you look away. He's already smiling when you turn to face him.

You nod, and the pair of you slow dance to the very faint sounds of the Snow Ball music. You can't believe it's happening, and you never want the moment to end. Because when it does, what if your worst fears happen? What if you have this one night together, and things go back to the way they were?

You push the thoughts away.

"Now, why couldn't it been like this at our Snow Ball?" Steve whispers as you dance in slow circles.

"Because you were dancing with Lacey Bradbury." You recall the memory even now. You laugh, unbelieving that you still remember that after all these years.

"Damn." Steve pulls away slightly and you look up at him. He's grinning, "You're right. Wonder why you'd remember that..." He laughs and you go back to resting your head on his chest.

"Yeah, as if you're not the one who remembers that my first kiss was at the Snow Ball. Perv."

Steve attempts to tickle your sides and you worm away from him, but still move in your slow circle. He settles his hands back on your sides.

"It was Johnny freaking Liner, man. The snottiest little kid I've ever met. Even then I knew you deserved better. So, yeah, I do remember that. Sue me."

There's a beat of silence where the song changes, but even from far away you know the tune immediately. It's not one for a slow dance, but that doesn't stop you and Steve.

"For the record, if I hadn't of been such a stupid asshole back then, I would've walked straight up to you and asked you to dance with me. I swear on my life."

You smile into Steve, his scent engulfing you. His arms are wrapped around your body and the two of you are practically one at this point.

You stay like that, dancing in slow circles, for a long time.

"We need to go." Steve finally whispers into your ear.

"Do we have to?" You pull away, trying to glance at your watch in the darkness. "Surely Dusty can survive a few minutes without us."

"It's nearly ten. As annoying as that little shit is, he'll be even more annoying if he figures out what's happening here. Plus, we have every night to slow dance."

"You promise?" You ask as you and Steve make your way back to the car.

"I promise, Henderson."

"Good, otherwise I'm telling everyone that you were a super dumb baby!" You laugh and give Steve a push with your shoulder, "Race you to the car?"

The pair of you full on sprint to the car, and you wonder if Steve is letting you win because you're a few pegs ahead of him. When you beat him, he ends up looking at you in amazement.

"Why the hell aren't you on the athletics team? Jeez." Steve's slightly out of breath and laughing.

"Because who would run the book club if I'm off running laps all the time?" You joke, trying to suck in the cold night air, "And, truthfully, I don't want to show you up as the best sportsman in Hawkins High."

"Ha, yeah right." Steve unlocks the car and the both of you get in. This time, he doesn't make a comment about the shoes, and he takes the cassette out of the deck. "I think I made my point with this one. Thank you Roland Orzabal."

Steve kisses the tape, flings it into the backseat and turns the car around. "Let's go get your brother and hope he's not as smart as everyone says he is. Otherwise, we're busted."

He heads back down the track, back to the streets of Hawkins. The pair of you sit in a comfortable silence, while you sneak glances at him. You can't help but smile.

"That smile isn't gonna come off your face, is it?" Steve asks without even looking at you. You're about ten minutes from the school now.

"Oh shut up." You playfully hit Steve's arm and try to stop yourself from smiling. "You seem pretty happy yourself."

"Well duh," Steve finally looks at you, his eyes sparkling. "I mean, of course we might have to hide it from Dustin for a bit, but now I get to boast that Y/N Henderson, book club leader and apparently athletic superstar, is my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend? Is that what I am?" Your voice is full of fake surprise just to tease Steve but secretly, you're ecstatic.

"Yes!" He takes his hand off the wheel to grab yours, "Abso-friggin-lutely." He brings your intertwined hands to his mouth and kisses the back of your hand.

"Now, you might wanna get in the backseat before Dustin murders the both of us."

You're five minutes away from the school now, and you unbuckle yourself while Steve drives. You shimmy yourself and dive head-first into the back seat, which earns a light slap on the ass from Steve before you turn to sit back down.

"Hey, Harrington! Watch it!" You laugh as you re-buckle yourself into the backseat.

"Sorry, couldn't resist." He turns to wink at you.

At ten on the dot, Dustin is waiting outside the high school with his friends. Just like your brother predicted, Lucas is holding hands with Max while Mike is holding hands with a girl you've never met. You assume it's El. Both Dustin and Will are stood alone, but both of them have huge smiles on their faces.

When you reach the group, Steve rolls down the passenger side window.

"Steve!" The gang all yell in unison, each one of them bearing a huge grin.

"It was awesome!" Mike says.

"Max even kissed me." Lucas wiggles his eyebrows.

"Hey, shut it!" Max interjects.

"It was fun." The new girl, this El girl, has a slight accent to her voice, as if she doesn't speak English very well.

"Oh hey, Y/N's here." Will points at you in the back seat.

"Hey guys! Looks like you had fun!" You poke your head out a bit so the gang can see you properly. They all say hi to you in unison - it was weird how in sync those kids could be.

"See you kids soon yeah, get home safe." Steve comments to the kids and they all nod. Everyone makes a point of saying their goodbyes and Dustin gets in the car. Steve drives off.

"Honestly it was so good! There was music and at first nobody wanted to dance with me but I did what you said, I looked like a million bucks and everything. And, Nancy danced with me. She said I'm her favourite. She is sooo hot."

Dustin rambles with excitement, flitting his head between Steve and you to make sure you're both listening.

"Glad you had a good time, dude." You reach forward to ruffle Dustin's hair and he swats you away.

"It was great. Even if the girls my age didn't dance with me. Nancy said in time they'll come to love me. Realise how amazing I am."

"Yeah, Nancy can really give some great advice sometimes." Steve says to Dustin, smiling. It gets a smile out of you too, recalling your previous conversation with Steve.

"So, what did you guys do?" Dustin asks.

"Oh you know, got some burgers. Nothing crazy." Steve replies nonchalantly, but he looks at you in the rear view mirror with a smirk on his face, and you catch his glance. You grin ear to ear.

"Yeah. Totally boring stuff. I'm sure you had a way better night, Dust."

"Steve is totally boring, right?" Dustin replies, adding to the banter so the pair of you are being mean to Steve.

"Hey, quit it Henderson!" Steve remarks.

"Which one?" You and your brother reply at the exact same time, which makes all three of you laugh.

You don't think you've ever been this happy in your whole life, and suddenly you're very grateful for your brother and his nerd best friend, Steve Harrington.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington fic #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #dustin henderson #steve harrington x henderson!reader #head over heels #steve harrington fluff

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granulesofsand · 3 days

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🗝️🏷️ RAMCOA

Finally upgraded from hiding in the bathtub in the locked bathroom at midnight to balled up next to the sink in the locked bathroom at 1:30am. I want to be in the cabinet, but I won’t fit. I haven’t been able to fit under the sink since the old house. I can only express fear by shredding my skin or hiding, so I’m hiding. I hid when the minutes ticked past the worst of it.

I feel ridiculous. As if evasion means there was nothing to evade in the first place. It’s not over. Two hours more before I know I can leave. They probably know I’m in here. I thought I heard footsteps and the handle, but maybe I made it up. Maybe I made it all up.

Our therapist used to say they would tell us or ask questions if our story didn’t line up. Last time we asked, they said they wouldn’t. I don’t remember what they said about it, but I wonder if they finally got the evidence we got it wrong. If they already know and decided when they found out to keep playing along. I don’t know if I could recover from that.

There’s at least three of us today. There’s me, hiding and afraid and prey. There’s a personified stuffy who wants to unhide and go sit where we’re supposed to. And there’s our father if he were a decade or so younger, screaming and grabbing mad because I’m being a traitor. It’s hard to hold on, and I get uncertain about why I’m resisting. It’s our Deathday, we can’t run away. I should go apologize and take my punishment. There’s nothing wrong here, it’s for my own good.

———

This is becoming a pattern. We will not be apologizing, we might be leaving the bathroom, and I hope nobody noticed our little escape. The rituals are actually mostly late evening instead of early morning now, and the birthday thing is delayed to be closer to our brother’s. The moon isn’t right or something.

Yeah, I’m leaving. Might be washing my hands first, love coming to with literal blood on my hands. Probably ours, probably fine. Two days til the danger is real, possibly three. If we live, we’ll have outlasted a contract. After that, the plan is to finish our semester and book it. The semester is optional if the cost is our freedom, which would be easier to maintain if we didn’t keep coming back at the drop of a hat.

It smells like beans in here.

#ramcoa #tw ramcoa #osddid #did osdd #traumagenic system #cdd system #adaptive system #pluralgang

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ask-games-from-a-weird-girl · 1 year

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Prompts with specific descriptions

Let people send you a number (and if they want, a specific fandom or character) and write a drabble based on the specific description you’re getting.

1. Character needs to babysit a toddler for a couple of hours

2. Someone’s going into labor!

3. Two characters are sitting on a rooftop, talking

4. It’s the first time two friends see each other after the vacation

5. A very memorable day at school

6. Looks like someone got their first period!

7. There’s two beds in the room, but only one is comfortable to sleep in

8. Character needs to tell one of their parents something important

9. Uh oh, we got caught kissing!

10. Siblings have to comfort each other after a terrible event

11. Cousins are shit-talking their family members during a family event

12. Characters play hide and seek, but someone hides too well

13. Who calls in the middle of the night?

14. To not get caught, character A hides in character B’s closet

15. Three characters are just trying to have a good time, but it’s hard

16. We accidentally got locked inside a closet and now we get the time to share some secrets

17. This dinner was supposed to turn out well and it certainly is not turning out well

18. You think I'm in love with you and I'm not and now we have a little situation

19. Stepmother and stepdaughter have a conversation

20. Someone takes a pregnancy test

21. Someone finds a letter in their locker

22. Three people in a room. One person third wheels the other two

23. Someone has broken their arm in a very absurd way

24. Character discovers they have flying abilities

25. Due to events, a character needs to take the bus instead of the train

26. A father can’t accept that his child is growing up

27. It wasn’t the plan to come out while talking on stage, but here we are

28. Well, I guess we have to steal a car now

29. Everyone thinks character is queer, but plot twist, they’re actually straight

30. In a flash, suddenly we are 10 years younger. What happens now?

31. In a flash, suddenly we are 10 years older. What happens now?

32. An alternate universe where everyone acts the opposite than what they do in canon

33. Character’s life if -insert specific moment- never happened

34. Two characters are best friends but one of them reveals they have romantic feelings. Does the other person feel the same?

35. A sleepover that got very fruity very fast

36. Character A gets bullied. Character B stands up for them

37. All I wanted to do was just to eat my lunch in peace without anyone interrupting

38. For some reason, four people meet up at a playground late at night

39. Baking a cake goes very wrong

40. Character is now a parent and this is a normal day in their life

41. The wedding speech got very chaotic when the speaker accidentally reveals a big secret

42. A band performance that goes very wrong

43. Due to an accident, the whole room is set on fire

44. Someone, somehow, eats lipstick

45. Best friends just going out roller skating and having fun

46. Some characters time travel to the 1960s, visiting places they know in their own time to see how they looked like then

47. Every character is a ghost and haunts a place

48. A family reunion turns chaotic when someone has an announcement

49. Someone forgot that character was living in their house

50. Stepsiblings bond over having insane parents

51. Flashback to a middle/elementary school where two characters does the performance of their lifetime

52. Character A discovers they can fly and Character B discovers they have telekinesis

53. Character/s has to explain to a kid where babies come from

54. Character tries jumping down from a roof with an umbrella, to see if they can fly

55. A secret couple gets exposed, with disasterous results

56. A secret couple gets exposed, but the results aren’t that bad

57. Ordering pizza goes incredibly wrong somehow

58. Everyone thinks two characters are dating and then it’s revealed they don’t even know each other

59. Character gets to re-live a memory from their childhood. Which memory do they choose?

60. How would the world be if Character didn’t exist?

#prompts #drabble prompts #drabble asks #prompt asks #prompt ask

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mystargirl-interlude · 8 months

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SHADES OF COOL

could be read on its own or as a part three of mirrorball

y/n's album :

Two days have passed since my weekly performance at the bar and it is now Monday which means my debut album comes out in one week and me and Eddie may have splurged a bit to advertise the album in larger cities across the globe.

Pulling up the the school I'm met by the staring of nearly everyone in the lot, quickly speed walking over to eddies van I bombard him with questions asking why everyone is staring at me

"Eddie, Eddie, Eddie" I say while sprinting over to him

"Why the fuck is everyone staring at me" I ask

"apparently someone from the school found saw us at the bar and told everyone, but hey its fine I mean it was bound to happen, word travels fast in a small ass town. he reassures me

"you're right" I reply sighing

"w-" im cut off by the bell ringing

":guess that's our que" he says

"yep" I quickly reply

walking into class I head to the back to sit in my usual chair, going to put my bag in the seat next to me which is usually empty I notice this time its not. Looking up I see the one and only Billy Hargrove sitting next to me

"oh sorry I thought the seat was empty"

I say looking away quickly

"no worries" he replies and then its just a few seconds of awkward silence

"hey I know this is a really far reach but do you wanna hang out later after school?" I hear him ask.

thinking I heard him wrong I turn my head towards him

"sorry?" I question

'I said do you wanna hang out later?" her repeats chuckling

:Yeah totally!" I quickly reply

turning away to give my attention back to the teacher.

I then feel him slide me a note saying to meet him at the parking lot after school

After along 7 hours of school im finally meeting billy in the parking lot

"hey!" he says to me wrapping his arm around my shoulder

"hey" I reply with a large grin.

walking to his car I receive 10x the amount of stares than this morning but I pay no mind to it. getting inside his car I see a younger girl come our way on a skate board from the middle school

"that's my dads wife's daughter, just ignore her" he says with a tone that I can't quite put my finger on

she opens the back door and immediately looks at me and rolls her eyes

"a new girl already?" she says with a scoff

"when are you ever going to learn to shut the fuck up maxine" billy replies loudly

I don't want to get involved so I stay quiet.

about halfway through the car ride I turn my body around to face max

"hey, you're really pretty" I whisper so only she can hear but terribly fail.

she scoots a bit closer to me

so at this point we are almost touching noses both grinning

"thanks so are you" she says with a slight laugh

"most of the girls he bring home dont even look my way, so I really appreciate this" she says backing up

I give her one last smile before turning back to my original position. its shocks me how mature she is for her age. I look at the corner of my eye to billy and see him trying to bite back his smile.

when we get to the house max gets out first and me and billy follow her into the house.

I know Billys reputation in Hawkins isn't the best and he's known for sleeping with girls and never talking to them again but a part of me feels like this is going to be different, or at least hoping its going to me different. I see him in constant fights at school and always living in shades of cool, but I hope fix him, make him better.

walking into his room I take a look around, observing my surroundings. sitting down on his bed we begin talking about the most random things and as the minutes pass by we get closer and closer to each other without realizing it until we our faces are basically touching. we both stop talking and just observe each others faces.

billy takes his chance and locks our lips together into a heated make-out session and im guessing you know what's going to happen next.

we are both laying on the bed under the covers afterward, we got dressed and decided to get comfortable until we hear a car door slam and the front door open, I feel billy tense up next to me and quickly get up. as he walks out the door I hear shouting and it goes on for a good minute and I decided for crack the door open to see what's going on and I see billy being shoved against a wall and punched by who I assume is his dad.

my eyes widening I quickly but quietly close the door and sit back down on the bed.

eventually billy comes back in the room with red eyes

"are you okay" I whisper

I see his face quickly harden

"you need to get the fuck out of my house." he says with no emotion

"im sorry?" I say making sure I heard him right

"you were just a quick fuck and now you need to get the fuck out!"

"billy let me remind you that you fucking drove me here"

"then find a way home I dont care, now leave!" we yells back and this has basically become a yelling match

"god im so stupid" I scoff walking out going the direction of my house

Billy Hargrove

I ruined the only good thing I had going for me.

she was the one person I enjoyed being around and I cant even keep her around.

Her pov

as soon as I get home I plug in my heated blanket and grab my notebook and start writing until my hand cramps up. two hour later I come out with a song called Norman fucking Rockwell! and seven I also made the dumb decision the call Eddie and see if we can get this on the album one week before it comes out luckily we made the changes and were able to have that and one other song.

the next day I get out of my car and see billy with his arms around another girl.

I dont know what I expected. eyes watering I look away and make my way to class.

Billy ignored me the entire day but of course out came a song that I called shades of cool.

during lunch me and Eddie were messing around in the music room trying to find different beats for both songs unfortunately we had to get back to class but the school is going to be open after school due to basket ball practice. after school me and Eddie bolt towards the music room to meet his band mates to help us.

after an hour of messing around with the keyboards and other instruments we come up the the beat to nfr and I start recording right away

Billy Hargrove

basket ball practice ran one fucking hour over. the last 20 minutes of practice was for the freshman training so I didn't have to be there so I decided to walk around the school to see iff Tina was still here. passing by all the empty classrooms I hear talking a music coming out of one of them, I come to find out that its the music room so I pay no attention to it until I hear a familiar voice and I realize that its Y/N, quietly walking up to the cracked door I stand there to listen.

I hear the voice of Munson and y/n talking and then the music start up again.

God damn, man child you fucked me so good I almost said I love you.

that was the intro to the song and my first impressions where that it was either about me or Eddie but I doubt Eddie because they look very platonic and I'm pretty sure eddies gay.

as I hear the song end I bolt out of the school with my mind running a million miles an hour and decide to just sleep on it.

spring break is the next day so me and my "family" are going back to California for the week which gives me time to think on the whole y/n thing

her pov

The band and I have been working dusk till dawn every day a long with our producer jack (please tell me you get the reference) and Eddie has been talking to his friend from Chicago who's dad works for the music festival lollapalooza but unfortunately spring break comes to an end and we have to go back to school.

Entering the school parking lot I immediately spot billy surprisingly not with a new girl. me and Eddie are talking about what to do after school when the bell cuts him off and everyone starts heading in, walking to the doors I pass by billy without batting and eye towards him.

I have first period with Billy and not even five minutes into class I hear the intercom come on and its calling me and Eddie to the front office and as she's still talking I already hear snickers from girls around me, rolling my eyes I grab my stuff heading out the door to meet Eddie since he's only next door

"what do you think we did this time" he asks

"literally nothing, I haven't been in school in 1 week and we've been back for five minutes" I reply in a hurry

as we get to the office the front desk lady hands us to envelopes, confused we both grab the paper and I check the information and my eyes widen as I see its coming from Chicago.

"oh my fucking god, Eddie do you think its him" I ask

ripping open the paper

I skim over the paragraph and see the confirmation telling us we have a spot at 5:30 pm at Lollapalooza at the main west stage

"HOLY SHIT" we both scream grabbing his hand running through the halls as the bell rings we head to the music room knowing the band is there because we happen to all have a free period

we happen to pass billy talking to Tina but I'm too excited to care but he gives us a confused look as we bolt pass him

"y/n!" I hear billy yell but my feet cannot slow down from all the adrenaline.

We tell the band about everything that has happened and to make everything better our album comes out tomorrow and I have been to scared to check the record pre orders so we are going to wait until midnight when the album is officially out. after calming down we all head to our next class and before we know it its lunch time so I head out to go to the field outside to spend lunch on the bleachers. writing in my journal I hear footsteps and feel someone sit next to me, not bothering to look up I hear them clear their throat and finally looking up I see its billy.

"oh fuck n-" I yell before getting cut off

"please just let me speak" he says sounding defeated

"I know what I did was fucked up but I'm not used to someone seeing what you saw.. actually no one has, and I really like you and I want to make this work and I know we don't know each other well so I understand if you need time or want to start slo-" I cut him off my slapping him in the face with all my force

"fUCk you have a lot of force for such a small person"

"thank you." I say just above a whisper

"for what?"

"for apologizing, not everyone would do that, but yeah I'm going to need some time but I also want to make this work" I say with a smile

his face turns into a grin before he gets this look like he remembered something

"yeah?" I ask

" so I went to California this year and on the drive there I saw this billboard.."

"oh! um yeah about that"

"I'm really proud of you" he says

"thank you" I quietly say

"can I hear it?' he asks

"meet me right here after school" I say getting up as I hear the bell ring

he smiles getting up with me

walking down the bleachers together we begin going our separate ways before I stop

"billy!" I yell

he turns around with a confused look and I run up to him giving him a light kiss

I start to pull back but then he grabs my head pulling me into a deeper kiss. both smiling into it we pull apart

"see ya after" I grin walking away

authors note:

UGH IM SORRY THAT TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE I have been writing this one chapter since July its not even funny and its only 2.1k words lmfao but here it is

#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove smut #lana del rey #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things x reader #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove x reader smut #billy hargrove blurb

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theshippirate22 · 10 days

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okay so the fics i’ve got coming are a little lore heavy and i would hate my two loyal mutuals to be confused and also i just want to talk about lore so here we are

Stevens’ Family Lore

So Eliza is the oldest. There were 11 months where she was an only child, but she doesn’t remember it at all because she was an infant and then Hunter came along. Her oldest-daughter-self-loathing-premature-mom-guilt started early because he was always there.

Because they were so close in age, it was a fight for their parents’ attention and energy. They felt pitted against each other and fought like cats, even when they were just toddlers. As they got older, Eliza realized she and Hunter had incredibly similar difficult personalities, but while hers had been pounded out of her for not being ladylike or appropriate, his had only gotten worse. Often, she would have to stand between her parents‘ anger and her defiant brother’s vulnerability to save him the heartache of feeling unlovable she knew well enough, internal liberation for the bit of Hunter that lived inside of her.

And then came Matty. He was a whole three years younger than Hunter and managed to remix the genetics so much it was hard to tell if he was even related to them. Now, Eliza and Hunter have discussed their suspicions that he had a different father but they’re not brave enough to confirm anything. Matty was a mama’s boy, in a way Hunter had never been, and he was obedient and quiet. Easy.

There was an obvious favorite child. Clue: It wasn’t Hunter.

When Matty started school, their mother went back to work full-time, which meant that outside of school hours, Eliza became the mother. She figured out how to regulate Hunter’s moods through exposure and became fiercely protective of him when she realized: he wasn’t hot headed or defiant or controlling (and neither was she, for that matter)- he just had really big feelings all the time, and no healthy way to regulate them. For every time, Hunter blew up over something stupid and screamed and got difficult, there was a time when he would get so excited he could hardly control it and became the sweetest little thing. For an emotion that someone else would experience a drizzle, Hunter had a downpour.

Matty had his own slew of behavioral problems, mostly due to the fact that Eliza and Hunter were close and ostracized him for being the favorite (the age gap didn’t help) which was entirely their parents fault.

When they got to middle and high school, Hunter’s predisposition to be a problem child acted up under a system of so much authority. He caused problems and got poor grades, and his misunderstanding parents made the problem worse by getting stricter, so he only rebelled more.

Eliza recognized Hunter was overwhelmed and depressed- because she felt the same way- and this was his way of expressing it. She would stand between him and their father, screaming at his benefit, and talk him through his feelings through the locked bathroom door when Dad got him curled up on the cold tile.

She ended up starting an internship as a high school junior to get a dental hygiene license, and he would read through her homework about the same time that he was taking chemistry and realized he wanted to do something with his life, so she helped him get his GPA up so he could do his own internship, which ultimately led him to pharmacy.

Once they were both graduated, and Hunter confided something about thinking he should get out of their parents house. The next week, they bought a house out of state and left together.

They don't really talk to Matty or their parents anymore, but at least they don't feel like there's something fundamentally wrong with them when they're together. And Eliza always knows how to regulate Hunter's moods. He's learning to help with hers.

#willablues

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lgwifey · 2 years

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parties and pyjamas

noel gallagher x fem!reader

90s!damon albarn x fem!reader

summary : Y/n's life was nothing short of ordinary. She left her friends and family behind for her dad's job but soon made new ones.

warning : n/a

1988

She was nineteen when she left Manchester. It wasn't even like she only moved to Blackpool or something, no her dad just had to get a job in Whitechappel !

Y/n waved goodbye from the brand new Ford's passenger seat, the boxes and bags of luggage taking up both the boot and the back seats. Her friends all waved back, the rotten group of council estate kids she been sibling tight with since as far back as she could remember, the rotten kids she'd been apart of her whole life. There was only one person missing.

"Ready to go ?"

The voice hid the pain. Three months ago you wouldn't think that this would be happening, nothing out of the ordinary would seem to be happening.

"Yeah,"

Her voice was pulled out to be more steady after her start of words,

"Yeah let's get goin' ."

Her bitten hands pulled the grey seatbelt over her torso and clicked it into the red buttoned slot.

He wasn't there when she needed him. The past few years that had been happening way to often.

So she got driven away. She left with her eyes locked on the pair of matching ice blue eyes as his younger brother waved her off.

1992

The room echoed, a thud filling y/n's head. She rushed her way through the clusters of sweaty and drunk adolesence.

If it wasn't for it being Jess' party there would be no way in hell that she'd be here right now. She had been struggling to keep down stomach acid all week and the slightest bit of noise freaked her brain into acting as if someone was playing the drums in her head. Yet here she was, dolled up to the nines in the tightest and shortest dress she owned with a full face of makeup and her hair done. Her shoes where casual blue and white adidas.

Well, casual blue and white, vomit splattered adidas now.

Thats how Jessica found her, bent over next to the front garden gate throwing up onto Hazel's bloomed petunias.

"Oh y/n/n ! My mum's gonna kill me."

When the brunette twenty year old finally pulled her friend out of the flowers she scouldered her, only then did more yellow stomach acid poor itself on the other set of golden flower's Hazel had just finished planting the other week.

"I'm dead !"

By the time everyone had been kicked out of the house by the youngest Albarn it was just passed two am.

She threw herself on her single bed, y/n following after.

"Hey, if you wanna look on the brightside, you can always just blame it on Damon ?"

Jess pushed herself up to balance on her elbows, so she was able to glare at her friend.

"I'm next to positive that he's in London, why d'you think I held it tonight."

Y/n gave a groan, straightening her head to stare up at the popcorn ceiling again.

The entire of downstairs was covered in post-teen chaos residue. The girls had had the genius idea to put one of y/n's little brother's baby gates on the stairs which had somehow kept all the drunk idiots they called friends away.

"When d'your folks get in ?"

"Eight twenty."

Her brain wasn't ready to do maths yet but she was near positive that her body wouldn't be up by then if she felt asleep now.

So, y/n reluctantly pushed herself off of the duvet and back down the stairs, muttering to Jess that she can stay in bed and that she'll sort out the mess.

It took about two more hours to fully tidy the house and y/n was sure that the Albarn's neighbours where going to kill the twenty three year old for turning the hoover on at 4:30 am.

As she was about to lock the front door, the handle slid down and the white plastic cracked open. She felt her body jump out of it's skin but took a breath smothered in relief when a blonde haired twenty four year old peaked through.

He fully emerged when he found the lights to be on.

"What time d'ya call this young man ?"

The y/h/c girl gave a mocking tut after Damon had shut the door and was slipping his coat of.

He mustn't of noticed she was there because his body stumbled backwards and nearly onto the floor upon finding her standing in the open door's frame.

"Oh, right. Just you."

Damon picked himself up, scowling at the grinning woman.

"Don't you have your own house to get to ?"

"Aren't you a fully grown man sneaking into his parent's house at half four ? By the way, your mum and dad aren't back intill eight."

He gave a hum in reply, moving to the livingroom to sit down. His bag was thrown on the couch and he soon followed. It took Damon a minute before he looked around the room in confusion.

"It's tidy."

He gave y/n a bizzare look.

She followed his actions and flopped onto the same couch, falling into his side whilst he threw an arm over her shoulders.

"Pity, s'always fun to see Jess in a panic."

Y/n smacked his chest, a contrast from her other action where she nudged her head into the partition between his shoulder and neck.

"Don't be mean Albarn."

" 'm not being mean."

There was a wave of comfortable silence, the pair relaxing into each other as y/n's smudged eyelinered eyes fluttered shut. The moment ceased when she felt a callus finger drift over her cheek, waking her up a bit.

She was still half asleep and had completely forgotten she needed to change out of her clinging dress.

"You okay ? You're looking a bit peaky."

"Just tired."

Damon gave a laugh, he always loved when she was tired, her accent always came out thick.

One of the things he loved about her, her peculiar accent. Before she moved a few doors down four years ago, he'd never noticed how cute a manchester accent can be. She'd quickly faided it after living in Whitechappel for a year so he barely got to hear it, but when she was tired it always reappeared.

Y/n gave a disgruntled groan when she felt the body beside her move and ended up falling into the arm of the couch.

"Come on, bed."

She refused to move, throwing her legs up onto the rear of the seat and curling up into a ball, drifting off. Before she knew it, she was in Damon's arms and being carried up the stairs, having been dropped onto the floor for a moment as the man wrestled with the baby gate.

1994

They sat together again, y/n crushed against Damon's side as she finished tidying up from another of Jessica Albarn's house parties.

"Coping 's my favourate still."

Their indepth, no out of limit chats at three in the morning. They happened for often than they used to, even though Damon was away more often and y/n was struggling with the life of an ordinary adult in England.

"Really ?"

She gave a hum at his question, turning so she was able to look in his eyes whilst they spoke. Damon dropped his hands so they relaxed around her hips and she opened her mouth to reply.

"It's lyrics are real, they're not a stor-"

The conversation was cut off by the front door opening.

Hazel appeared in the livingroom soon after and immediatly caught sight of the two mid-twenty year olds looking like deers caught in headlights.

Y/n pulled up her pyjama top which was dropping down and Damon slowly retracted his hand from it's resting spot of y/n's hip.

"Oh."

Before she could further her shock, Keith appeared in the doorframe, soon growing an equally as shocked expression.

His son with his daughter's best friend.

His son with the northen girl from down the road. Not that he had anything against y/n being from the North, but he wouldn't be overly-estatic if she were to date Damon.

"Oh."

"Hi."

"Urm, hello darling,"

Hazel tryed to disguise the shock she was dealing with at the moment,

"Where's Jess ?"

"Oh, she's upstairs. She got tired after the third movie."

"Oh, okay."

"Shouldn't you two be sleeping ?"

At Keith's question, Damon gave a scoff. Sometimes they forgot he was twenty six. Plus, he only got to visit home every few weeks, why would he spend the time sleeping.

"Yeah whatever. Come on tweedle dumb."

Damon found himself dragging the half asleep y/n up the stairs, her polka dot pyjama bottoms straping against the carpet as she stumbled behind him.

The next morning, well afternoon, y/n found herself doing a walk of shame down the road to her house. Three doors to pass and a handfull of parenys giving her dirty looks as they walked their children home from school and crossed paths with the pyjama clad twenty five year old who was walking barefoot.

As she clicked open the ocean blue painted front door, she found two pairs of unfamiliar shoes on the white carpet, next to her little brother's baby sized reeboks.

"Dad ! Sarah! I'm home."

Her shouts dragged out in a questioing tone and face was the perfect picture of utter confusion but her question was answered immediatly once she entered the living room.

Upon stepping past the silver line which sat awkwardly on the floor of the doorframe, y/n found two faces sat on the double couch. Two face which she hadn't seen in five or six years.

She let out a scream before running over to them, falling over the brothers as she tryed to hug them both. Y/n let go and Noel shifted over so she could sit between them.

"You didn't tell me they where coming !"

The woman scowled at her dad who was sat in the armchair across the room with a grin plastered on his face.

"If i'd of known, I could've delayed Jess' party last night so you can meet all me mates."

"Nice pyjamas by the way."

Y/n elbowed Liam after his comment causing the younger man to break out into laughter and Noel to grow a smile.

"Well they already-"

Y/n shot a discrete glare to her dad as he began to speak. Everyone knew you didn't bring Oasis and Blur up to the other band's members. You especially don't let on to the Gallagher brothers that the lead singer of Blur lives a few houses down from where they're sat.

"They're already familiar with what you look like in pyjamas, could barely ever get you home when we lived in Burnage."

He turned to look at Sarah after his juttery cover up,

"The boys lived on the same street and I think the sleepovers where endless."

"You cut me off me sleepover extravaganzers when I was fourteen."

Y/n rolled her eyes, complaining.

After about an hour of random conversation, catching up on each others lives since y/n left the estate and on the Burnage gossip, Sarah had to leave to go and do her shift at the local hospital and y/n's dad had to leave to go and visit her step-grandparents. Mikey, y/n's little brother, was sat on Liam's lap whilst the toddler attacked a small tub of playdoh. They had to look after him seeing how he couldn't go to work with his mum and his had a fear of his grandparent's boxer dog, understandable seeing how it bit him when he was one.

The kid had attatched himself to Liam after loosing his awkward shyness aroud the stangers who had suddenly appeared at his house. Y/n had her suspicions of it being because the twenty two year old was wearing a similar top to him.

When the parents left, y/n put a Billy Joel cd on as background music, much to Liam's distates.

"Y'know, down south's drove you soft y/n/n."

She rolled her eyes at him, Noel relaxing and throwing an arm over the girl's shoulder.

"Why, cause I ain't nickin' bikes from corner shops with yeh."

"Y'know what I mean."

"Drop it Liam."

Noel sent a glare over y/n's shoulder from his position relaxed against the couch back.

"Just saying."

Liam threw his hands up in defence, Mikey joining the conversation with a pouting lip.

"Y/n. I'm hungry !"

Her eyes flickered over to a clock which was dustily sat on the fireplace's white mantlepiece.

It made sence, it was three in the afternoon and he hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast seeing how the brothers turned up just before lunch, so she'd been told.

"Y' want beans an' toast ?"

A grin littered the three year old's face as he nodded enthusiastically at the suggestion, jumping off Liam's knee and dragging the man to follow his sister, who was heading in the direction of the kitchen. Noel followed after his brother, feeling awkward staying by himself.

The y/l/n's kitchen and dining room where connected so whilst y/n dashed in and out of kitchen cupboards to get the things needed for Mikey, Liam was dragged to sit at the six-seater table. Noel sauntered in behind his brother and leant against the counter, watching his friend quickly cook up the fine british cuisine for her little brother.

Mikey had started on his interigation question to Liam. He had finally come out of his shell and y/n was cringing at every mouth he spoke, begging the toaster to hurry up so she could find something to shut him up.

"So, how do you know y/n ?"

"Well, we grew up together in Manchester."

"Manchester."

Mikey mimicked Liam's accent before laughing.

"I've been to Manchester before."

"Have you ?"

"Yeah. My daddy took me to go and watch City against Liverpool."

The Gallagher boys gave grins at the mention on their football team, but before either could strike up conversation, Mikey was onto his next question.

"Are you dating my sister ?"

Y/n nearly choked on Mikey's question, which was directed at Noel. Said manucunian had a uncomfortable expression on his face when Liam shifted to look at their reactions.

Y/n pratically threw the plate down infront of the toddler, handing him a set of green plastic cultery.

"Why don't you eat your food before it goes cold."

Mikey gave a nod and started eating the heinz beans in the center of his plate. The silence unfortunatly didn't last long.

"Because you where hugging before, and you had your arm over her."

"We're just friends."

Liam let out a snort, quickly apologising insencerly with laughter taking over him.

Soon y/n had re-distracted her brother with food and playdoh, giving her time to converse with her friends.

"Just friends ?!"

That was the first scoff off of Liam when Mikey had ran out of the room to go and grab one of his colouring books and felt tips.

"Couldn't prize youse two off of each other."

"Aight, well that where when we were kids Liam."

The conversation was immediatly ended when a scream was heard front near the front door.

In a panic, y/n ran towards where it sounded like Mikey was, she heard two sets of feet behind her as she dashed through the doorways.

He heart faltered in it's heavy pounding when she found the blonde vocalist who lived down the road in the doorway of the front door. Mikey was up in his arms, dramatically gesturing about something or the other.

Y/n assumed that the Gallagher brothers hadn't appeared behind her yet seeing how an outrage had occured.

"Dames ? Urm, what are you doing here ?"

The older man gave her a smile before pointing to the pair of bright white reeboks.

"Got them cleaned for you after last night."

She returned the smile, pulling him in for a quick hug and giving him a quick kiss whilst taking Mikey out of his arms and discretely opening the door. Her current task was to get rid of Damon before Liam and Noel saw or heard him, which she was surprised hadn't happen yet.

"Well i'll see yeh later Dames."

Before Damon could reply, the confused twenty six year old was push out onto the other side of the now closed, dark blue door.

Mikey had disappeared back into the livingroom when y/n turned back around. Noel was slouched against the doorframe, she looked to him, giving a soft smile to him.

Before she knew it, y/n was hugging Noel in a fashion which would suggest that they'd never lost contact.

"I'm realy sorry that I miss you leaving. Y'know that right ?"

The woman pulled herself against him more, resting her head on his shoulder whilst her arms where hidden by his black jacket he kept on at all times

Her responce was a hum before he let her go, turning her to face him.

"Look, the whole reason I came, other than feeling band 'cause i'm an arse who left y'. Look, we're goin' to the Brits next month and I know it's short notice, but I also know that you've always wanted t' go. So wanna go with us ?"

masterlist

#90s #oasis #blur #fem!reader #damon albarn #damon albarn x fem!reader #damon albarn x reader #blur x reader #noel gallagher x fem!reader #noel gallagher x reader #noel gallagher #platonic!liam gallagher x fem!reader #oasis x reader #oasis x fem!reader #blur x fem!reader

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1-sasha-stuff-1 · 5 months

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Into Another World - Mha x Reader

Chapter 3: Until We Meet Again

A/n:

Sorry I haven't posted in a while; I've been stressed over a collage class that I'm taking but everything will be okay, hope you guys enjoy! :D

Key

f/a - Favorite animal

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“...What?!”

My brain wasn't really comprehending what was going on.

“Wait, you guys are joking, right?” trying to convince myself it was all a big joke, my parents thought otherwise.

“Y/n, we really are moving, even if you like it or not.” my mom seriously said. My father nodded, joining in on the conversation.

“Your mother is right y/n, we are moving. And that’s that.”

“Can’t I just stay here? I can’t just abandon Shinsou!”, in all honesty, I really didn’t want to leave Shinsou. He was my friend and I can't just leave him.

“Shinsou will be fine without you, he can still talk to you over your phone.”

“But it won’t be the same, he’s literally my only friend I have.”

“Y/n. We need this change and without it, we won’t progress economically in life. We’re moving. Final.” feeling a bit guilty about the ‘argument’ that happened, I looked down back at my unfinished food and began to eat little bits and bites as my mom said these words to me.

“Y/n, we need you to start packing once we get home. We’ll be leaving in a few days.” father said as he finished his food and called over a waiter to pay the bill.

“Yes father.”, I said automatically as the three of us got up and went out the doors and into the car.

We were finally on our way back home when I decided to just scroll through my phone.

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As we finally arrived home, my mom parked the car in the driveway, and we all got out and entered our house for the time being. After taking off my shoes at the front door and placing them neatly near the shoe rack, I went upstairs as my parents went elsewhere.

Finally arriving at my room, I entered and closed the door behind me. Walking towards my closet, I open it and begin to dig for some suitcases. I finally find an old crusty-looking brown suitcase with some worn out stickers on it that was buried in there for who knows how long. My mom told me that it used to belong to my grandfather; her dad’s, back when he was in America and that once I was born, he wanted it to be passed down to me. Come to think of it, I have a lot of my grandfather's things.

When I was younger, my grandfather visited us one time and gave me some brass knuckles with blades on each side of it and spikes that resemble my stingers. He told me that he traded it at some pawn shop he found when he traveled for some time in Brazil. Once my parents found out that he gave that to me, my mom gave him a lecture while he just waved the situation as if there was a fly buzzing and annoying him. I ended up getting it taken from me and my dad said that he’d give it back when the time was right.

Smiling, I place the suitcase aside and pull out some cardboard boxes that were also hiding towards the back of my closet.

For the next hour, I stuff the cardboard boxes with my clothing and other junk, while in my suitcase, I place more important and reasonable things in there. After securing the final box full of clothing with duct tape, I put it aside and look around.

My room is completely bare, except for my desk area.

Walking towards my desk, I place the brown suitcase on top of it and open it up, only to find a black journal with a 3-digit number lock on the cover. Curiosity gets the best of me, and I try to unlock it but fail. I try for about 10 more minutes trying to open it but eventually I give up. In the end, I place it on my desk so that I can fit my laptop and other things in the suitcase first before finally putting the journal back on top of everything and closing it.

“Seems like I’m just receiving surprises today.” mumbling to myself as I place my suitcase near all the other boxed up things. I then hear my door open, turning around, I find my mom standing there.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

She comes in and sits on the edge of my bed. I sat down next to her, and we just stayed silent for a bit until she broke it.

“This must be hard for you, moving away from your childhood and Shinsou but, we need this Y/n. Not only for me but for you too. For your future, don’t think that we're only doing this for my shop. Your father and I put some thought into this for you as well. So, please give it a shot?" I listened to her as she explained it.

“I feel guilty and shitty all of a sudden.”, she softly smacked the back of my head as I smiled.

“Mom, I get where you're going. I know all this is for my future and for you guys as well. I’m sorry for arguing with you.”, mom smiles and ends up saying that it’s alright and we just sit there peacefully.

Eventually, she gets up and says that we’ll start getting the things in my dad’s truck tomorrow.

“Your father and I will be taking the day off tomorrow, so we’ll have time to take the desk down and the bedframe. For now, go to sleep alright?” I nod as I get in bed, which was really the only thing that was left normal. Minus the stuffed animals, they were all in boxes.

As my mom walks towards the door, she turns around and smiles.

“Good night y/n.”

“Good night mom.”

As those words left my mouth, she got out of my room and closed the door behind her.

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The next day: 2 days before the move

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I asked my parents if I could ride the bus to school today, they said it was alright and I left towards the bus stop. As I wait, I begin to text Shinsou.

[Hornet] Toshi, I’m riding the bus today. Are you?

[•Toshi•] Ya I’m riding today, u there already?

[Hornet] Ya I’m here, I’ll wait for u

I close the messaging app and open up Reddit to look at some memes while I wait for him to show up.

After a while, I feel someone's stare and I look up to see Shinsou just standing there. It finally took my brain about five seconds to comprehend what was happening and I let out a ‘yelp’ and pointed at him accusingly.

“Toshi! Why did you scare me huh?! I could’ve had a heart attack!”

“But you didn't, that’s good.”, Shinsou replied as he moved to stand next to me.

“How's it been?”

“It’s been good, but I do have some news though.”

“Okay, what is it?”

Looking down at the floor, I find the ground more intreading than looking at Shinsou.

“Why am I stalling? Just say that you're moving already, y/n damn it!”

Shinsou must have found my silence strange and looked towards me with an eyebrow raised.

“Hey y/n, are you okay?”

Looking back up and turning my attention towards Shinsou. I spoke without another thought.

“I’m moving.” As those words flew out of my mouth, they seemed to have smacked him because he was expressionless. Silence took over as we just stared at each other, neither one of us wanting to speak first. I looked away from him as the bus pulled up to the stop. I walked towards its open doors and sat down where we usually sit. Shinosu seemed to finally snap out of it and came in after a second or two and sat down next to me.

The bus closed its doors and drove off towards our destination.

Neither one of us speaks, even as we walk next to each other on school grounds and towards our homeroom.

When the bell rang to finally indicate that school was in section, neither one of us spoke as the teacher began the roll call.

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“When?”

I swallow the bit of food I have in my mouth. It was already lunch and before this time, Shinsou still hadn't talked to me at all. So, when he just did at this moment, I didn’t know how to respond.

“What?”

“When, where, and why are you moving?” he spoke with an unnerving amount of seriousness in his tone.

“This man did not just talk to me like that.”

“Hey, watch the tone Toshi. I don’t like it when you talk to me like that.”

Shinsou looked slightly taken back but remained with his natural expression.

“Sorry y/n, I’m just wondering where you're going.”

“It’s alright Toshi, I get it.”

Again, neither one of us speaks for a few minutes until Shinsou decides to talk again.

“So, where are you moving to?”

“Musutafu is the area where I’ll be moving to. And to answer the ‘when and why’ factor of it, I’m moving in like 3 days, then at the end of the 3rd day I’ll have to leave. And it’s for my mom’s company so that I don’t have to take the train every day to UA. Assuming that I’ll get into that school in the first place.” Shinsou stayed quiet for a bit more, and I was about to go dump my food when Shinsou asked me yet another question.

“So, you're going to finish your 3rd year of Jr. high over there?”

“Ya, I am.”

The bell rings, meaning that it’s time for our afternoon classes to take place. And just how it happened in the morning at the bus stop, Shinsou didn’t say anything as we made our way to our next class.

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Everyone’s out the door once the final bell rings, not waiting for the teacher to finish what he was explaining. Taking my time, I packed my bag and walked towards Shinsou’s desk. He was packing the last few things and slipped it on his back.

“We should hang out.”

“Toshi, we always hang out.”

“I know that but we should just go someplace, right now.”

Dumbfounded, I stopped walking. Also stopping in his tracks, he turns towards me, waiting for a response.

“I’ll have to ask my parents first.”, pulling out my phone, I text my mom.

[Y/n]

Hey mom, can I hang out with Shinsou right now?

[Mom]

That’s alright sweetie! Just be safe!

[Y/n]

Putting my phone back into my pocket, I looked at Shinsou who was patiently waiting for me. I then grab onto his forearm, and we begin to walk towards the exit of the school. Unnoticed by you, Shinsou’s cheeks start to form a light hue of red as you pull him along.

“Okay Toshi, Lead the way!”

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“Imagine losing to me, count'd ever be me.”

“Shut up y/n, that was luck.”

“You mean skill. There's a difference Toshi.”

Shinsou ended up taking me to the arcade we always used to hang out at while we were younger since we still had time back then. We played a lot of games that we used to play and some other new ones that weren’t there when we first came here.

Walking away from the racing game that we just played, we went on our way to find another game to beat until that’s when I saw the cutest, most adorable stuffed animal in one of those claw machine games. It was a f/a. My eyes practically became stars as I stared at it.

Shinsou seemed to have noticed my sudden stop and looked at where I was looking. He seemed to have finally had a lightbulb light up his brain as he left y/n’s side.

“Y/n, can you get us some drinks?”

“Ya sure, I’ll be right back!”, leaving to get the drinks, Shinsou grabbed a hold of my wrist. I look back to see Shinsou’s face, silently asking what he wanted.

“Just grab them and stay at the bench near the entrance.”

Confused, I nodded and walked off.

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“GAME OVER”

“Bitch.”, cursing at the device in my hands, I lost yet another game of f/g. I exited out of the game and checked the time.

“One hour.” It’s been an hour since Shinsou told me to wait outside, promising that he’d be out soon. The drinks in my hands weren’t as cold as they were when I got them, so I decided to open up the messaging app and text Shinsou.

[Hornet] Toshi, where are u?

It’s been an hour, Toshi.

“I swear if he ditched me," shutting off my phone and putting it away, I decide to wait a few more minutes.

“Okay y/n, if he doesn't come or respond in 5 more minutes, leave.” is what I had in thought.

Waiting a few more minutes and finally looking at the time again, it showed that 20 minutes had passed. Sighing, I got up from the bench and threw away my finished drink as I still had Shinsou’s drink in my hand. I begin to walk about a meter or two from the arcade, thinking to myself if I’ve done something along the way to make Shinsou mad at me.

“Y/n wait!”

I turned around to find Shinsou jogging towards me. He finally stopped when he was about two feet from me. I then walk up to him, closing in the distance and slightly shove him.

“What the hell Toshi?! I waited over an hour for you outside! I thought you ditched me!” I yelled at his face, but he didn’t seem to mind that I was yelling at him.

While you began to lecture Shinsou, he didn’t seem to really mind. In fact, he liked the angry look you had on your face, dare he say, cute even. Of course, he didn’t admit this to you, so he just kept quiet until you finally finished yelling at him.

“I didn’t mean to take that long. I just needed time to do something.”

“Fine, sorry for yelling at you. But what the hell was so important that you took over an hour to do?” you asked as Shinsou spoke again.

“Getting something for you was what took me forever, I hope you like it.” he said with a softer tone than when he usually speaks. Before being able to respond or question him any further, he showed you what he had behind his back all along. It was the f/a you saw in the claw machine game.

Taking it into your hands, a small blush forms on your face. Looking at Shinsou, you smile warmly and thank him.

“Thanks, Toshi, this-this is really nice of you. But I feel bad for shouting at you and for you to waste your money for me.”

“Well, you can repay me by hanging out after school for as long as possible, until you have to move.” he says while scratching the back of his head while looking away, not wanting you to see the blush that began to form on his face. Finally, you're able to respond as you nod.

“I’d love to hang out with you until I move. Plus Toshi, it’ll be so much fun!”

“Alright, um, we can go to that ice cream shop down a few blocks. You know, the one that we always used to go to when we were younger.”

“Sure, let's go!” you say as Shinsou takes his drink from your hands.

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“Thanks, Toshi, I really did have a good time today.”

“Ya no problem.”

After getting our ice cream, Shinsou and I just walked around for a while until it neared my curfew. He offered to walk me home and I agreed to it. Now, here we are in front of my house as he gives me my f/a stuffed animal and waves goodbye. Before I could close the door, he called out.

“Same thing tomorrow? Or are you busy with something?”

“Nope, I’m free tomorrow so ya, same deal! I’ll see you tomorrow Toshi!”

“See ya y/n.” he says as he begins to walk away, and I close the door while locking it behind me.

I walk upstairs and begin to set my f/a plushie next to my suitcase, so that I won’t forget it on the day of the move. I go downstairs and eat dinner with my parents and finally, I go back upstairs and get ready for bed.

Pulling the covers over my body, I think about what had happened today. Smiling, I close my eyes, thinking of what Shinsou had in plan for tomorrow.

The next day came and went, the same deal as yesterday.

Shinsou and I hung out after school, and we went to a small local mall that was nearby and just looked around while also trying on some silly outfits and taking selfies.

Afterwards, we both left the mall and just window shopped while walking on the streets. And yet again, we ended the day with Shinsou walking me home and parting our ways.

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Today was it.

Today was the last day you’d be able to hang out with Shinsou and then you’ll have to leave. As the days before, you both walked out the school one last time and around town. Today, Shinsou seems to be more quiet than usual and so were you.

As the two of you walk down the sidewalk, you see one of those photo booths and you practically drag Shinsou towards it.

“Y/n, what are you doing?”

“Toshi, we have to take some pictures!” you say as you arrive at the photo booth and shove Shinsou it while you follow behind him. As the two of you sit down on the seat in there, you start swiping and clicking on the screen to set the settings and filters.

“Okay Toshi, you ready?”

“No.”

“Well too damn bad.”, you click the start button on the screen and nudge Shinou to look at the camera with you. He does and you decide to make funny faces while Shinsou just sits there.

“Common Toshi! Just make one funny face for once!” asking him, well, at this point you're begging for him to make one, eventually he sighs.

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

Smiling, you look at the camera as it has already begun its countdown. You both strike a pose, while Shinsous was more poorly made but you didn’t care. The camera takes the picture and you both get out of the photo booth.

You snatch the photos when they get released by the machine and smile at them. Most of them were only one of you doing the funny poses and Shinsou just staring blankly at the camera, but the last one was when you both made a pose, and it had a filter that drew cat ears on both of you. You give one copy to Shinsou as he looks at it and slightly smiles at it.

“Okay Toshi, where to now?”

“Just follow me.”

The two of you begin to walk for a while and end up walking to a park that you know all too well.

It was the playground near the old elementary school the two of you used to go to for recess. And it was the same place where you two officially became friends.

You make your way to the old swing set and sit down on one of them, swinging forwards and backwards slightly as Shinsou sits in the one right next to you. The two of you just swing in silence for a while, you then stop swinging and get off. Shinsou follows you and you finally reach the same spot where you’d always lay down with Shinsou, and so you do just that. You lay down and look up towards the evening sky as Shinsou lays down beside you.

Both of you just lay there in silence, peaceful, enjoying the moment. That's until Shinsou sits up. Sitting up straight as well, you look at him in question.

“I have one last thing for you y/n.”, Shinsou pulls out a nice, small, black box with a golden design to it. Before you could question him, he opens the box, and I let out a gasp.

The box is revealed to have two matching rings inside of it. The rings were both part of a Ying-Yang. It’s just that one had the ying and the other had the yang. (Feel free to use any matching rings you want! I’m just using these as a reference.)

Shinsou takes the Yang ring and holds out his hand, I give him my right hand and he slips the ring onto my ring finger and he slips it onto my ring finger. Once done, he takes the Ying ring and slips it on his right ring finger and looks at me, waiting for my response.

“Toshi, it’s beautiful.” I say in aw, but then a thought accrued to me.

“Toshi, how’d you get this?”

“I paid it off with my own money, don’t worry about it.”

“Your own money? Toshi probably cost too much, take it back!” As you begin to slip the ring off your finger, Shinsou grabs a hold of your wrist, stopping you. Looking up, you meet Shinsou’s eyes and notice how close your face is to his, so you move away a few inches.

“Y/n, keep it. I’m giving it to you as a gift. So, keep it.”

Both of you stare at each other as you finally find your voice again to respond to him.

“Toshi, thank you. This is really nice of you.” you say while smiling, you then hug him. Shinsou froze at first, but then hugged you back.

The two of you stayed like that for a while.

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You finally make it towards your mom’s car. Your father has already gotten in his truck, both ready to go to your new house elsewhere. You turn around to see Shinsou standing there, he accompanied you to your house one last time, for now at least.

Walking towards him, you hug him one last time and he returns the hug.

“I’ll see you at UA, okay?”

“Assuming that I’ll even get in.”

“Toshi, I have a feeling that you’ll make it.”, you say, not wanting to tell him that he will get in, just not in the hero department. You both let go of each other and you smile at him.

“I hope so, it would be a bummer that this really would be our last time we see each other.”

“Ha ha, very funny Toshi.”

“Y/n! It's time to go!” mother exclaimed as beeped her car horn to gain my attention. Looking back at your mother, you look back at Shinsou and smile.

“I’ll text you and everything. See you in UA Toshi.”, and with that, you walk away and towards your mom’s car. You enter the passenger seat and close the door. First, your father pulls out of the driveway and soon, your mother does as well. You wave at Shinsou as he waves back.

Once he’s out of view, you turn back around.

“Ready?” mother asks, as you just nod.

“Yes mom. I’m ready.”

A/n - Originally, this chapter was going to be longer, but I decided to cut it in half. The ring part was inspired by this other fanfic that I read, I just can't remember the author or the name of it. -=- But credit to the author who inspired it to me!

#dabi #for you #all for one #all might #bakugo katsuki #fanfic #hitoshi shinsou #mha #mha fanfiction #mha x reader #izuku midoriya #fanfiction writing #my hero academia

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We Survive (11)

Summary: What happens when the Behavioral Analysis Unit comes across a situation they weren’t trained for? When the dead begin to roam the Earth, it challenges the BAU to something they’ve never dealt with before: the apocalypse. Along their journey for survival, they come across Rick Grimes and his group of survivors. Among the survivors is Jocelynn Russo, who thinks that the new group could be helpful to them. Things seem to go well until an unexpected enemy appears. Will Negan and the Saviors be the one thing to break the groups, or will they be able to defend themselves? All anyone knows is they have one common goal; to survive. Pairings: Rick Grimes/OFC; Aaron Hotchner/OFC Word Count: 2,827 Warnings: None A/N: Dun, dun, DUN. If you’d like to be tagged in future updates, just let me know! Please do not redistribute my work without my permission! Reblogging is fine with credit intact.

Eleven - An Unexpected Arrival

Jocelynn stood in city hall with Maggie, JJ, Michonne, Rick, and Hotch discussing the run happening that day.

“You’re sure you three will be okay?” Rick asked, leaning against the back of the couch.

“It’s because we’re women, isn’t it?” Michonne asked with a quirked brow.

“No, I would be more scared of you three than anything else I’d face out there. I just know sometimes you need some extra hands.” He answered with a smirk.

“We’ll be okay, really.” Maggie assured him. “Joce are you sure you wanna sit this one out?” she turned to look at the younger woman.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll find someone to pester.” She joked.

“Okay. We should be back in a few hours, but we won’t be out past dark.” She said, hugging Rick, Jocelynn, and Hotch. JJ and Michonne hugged the other three next, then headed out with Maggie to go out on their run.

Hotch looked over at Jocelynn and gave her a small smile. “If you’re looking for someone to pester, you could always help Reid and I with inventory today.” He offered.

“Three people on inventory?” Rick asked.

“Yeah, two people doing the work and one to supervise.” Jocelynn replied with a smile.

“Right.” He nodded at her. “Hotch, if she gives you too much trouble, just lock her out.” He teased, standing up so they could all leave the house.

“I’ll be sure to do that.” The other man said with a nod.

They all said their goodbyes before heading off to their different tasks. Jocelynn followed Hotch to the inventory house where they met Reid who was already getting the notebooks together so they could start their counts. When he saw movement, he looked over and smiled when he saw Hotch and Jocelynn approaching.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were on inventory today.” He said.

“I’m not, I’m strictly here to pester and supervise.” Jocelynn said with a wink.

“She opted out of the run today so I said she could come bother us.” Hotch added.

“I don’t think she’s capable of pestering anyone.” Reid said, handing the notebook to Hotch.”

“You flatter me, Spence.” She teased, moving to sit on the table in the corner so she was out of the way.

The two men got to work on counting everything and making some small talk with Jocelynn along the way. They talked about the supplies, different cases, and the weird things they had to eat since the world ended.

“Daryl has eaten squirrel I guess, but he said he did that before the apocalypse, so who knows?” Jocelynn shrugged.

“He seems like the type.” Hotch said with a chuckle.

“Out of everyone we’ve met, I think he’s the likeliest person to be prepared for something like this.” Reid added as he finished up the counts on one of the shelves.

“I think you’re right.” Jocelynn nodded.

“You’d think we would have been more prepared for something like this, but that’s not included in FBI training. Now, if you come across a serial killer or something like that, we’ll be in business.” Hotch joked.

“Well if you guys come across a restaurant that needs waiting, I’ll be in business.” She joked back.

“Is that what you did before this?” He asked.

“Yeah, mostly. I would nanny for a few kids in my neighborhood from time to time too.” She nodded.

“Were you in school?” Reid asked.

“I took some general classes at the community college but couldn’t decide what I wanted my career to be. I guess I should have been quicker to decide so I could have learned something before all of this happened.” She said and smiled some.

“What were you deciding between? For your career.” Hotch asked.

“It depended on the day, I suppose. Some days I was sure that I wanted to go into childcare full-time, other days I was sure that I wanted to own my own restaurant or bar or something, and then for a while I even thought about being a dispatcher for 911.” She said.

“Well, at least you gave yourself options.” He smiled. “If the world gets put back together, I’ll put in a good word at the BAU.” He teased.

“You’d want to work with me around all the time?” she teased back.

“Technically, the dispatchers work in a separate wing of the building, so we wouldn’t actually see you that often during work hours.” Reid chimed in.

“Did I just get dissed?” she asked with a smirk.

“I think you might have.” Hotch teased.

“Dissed? Oh, no I was just…” Reid started.

“I’m just kidding, don’t worry.” She said with a smile.

“Right.” He nodded and gave her a tight-lipped smile before getting back to work.

Jocelynn continued to chat with the two men until they finished with inventory. When it was time for lunch, they invited her to join them, and they continued their chat through the meal. Once they finished, they headed towards city hall to check in with Rick. There really wasn’t much left to do for the day, so they figured they could just fill in wherever they may have been needed. As they approached the house, the gates opened and the truck pulled in with JJ, Maggie and Michonne in the cabin, and three people in the bed of the truck.

“Is that…” Hotch started, holding his hand up so he could block the sun and see.

Spencer didn’t wait before jogging over to the truck to confirm what he thought he saw.

“They found more people.” Jocelynn said. She looked over at Hotch who was now walking over to the truck after Spencer, so she followed him.

JJ, Michonne, and Maggie all got out of the truck before JJ walked around to the back and opened it up. Derek, Emily, and David all climbed out of the bed of the truck; a bit slower than they intended to. They were a bit banged up, but they were alive.

“We found them holed up in an old trailer. JJ said she knew them.” Maggie explained. “We’re gonna get them to the infirmary to be checked out before anything.”

“You’re alive.” Spencer said, sounding more like a question than a statement.

“You wouldn’t know by looking at us.” David said.

Spencer hugged Emily gently, not wanting to hurt her if she was hurt. Hotch came over and hugged David and Derek, and when Spencer moved to hug Derek and David, Hotch hugged Emily.

“I’ll have them brought over to city hall to meet Rick once they get checked over.” Michonne said, patting Jocelynn on the shoulder.

She nodded and looked at JJ who was taking in the reunion. “The infirmary’s this way, I can take you guys over.” She added.

Maggie joined her and led everyone to the infirmary house. They all filed into the house, catching Olivia off guard. Once they were all introduced, she got to work on checking all three of them and making sure that they were all bite-free. Besides bumps, bruises, scrapes, and some dehydration, the three were cleared to go meet Rick. Instead of having them all go to city hall, Hotch and Spencer led them to the house to get cleaned up first while JJ and Jocelynn headed to get Rick.

“We went into this trailer to see if there was fuel and there they were.” JJ said, figuring she could stop the questions Jocelynn had before she asked them.

“Lucky find.” She said and walked with her. “I thought you said…” she started.

“I know.” JJ interrupted. “I was pretty sure that they were but…I’ve never been more thrilled to be wrong.”

Jocelynn nodded some and gave a half-smile. It seemed a little strange to her, but she wasn’t going to argue with her. The two women found Rick and gave him the rundown before they got to the BAU house so it wouldn’t be as awkward. Hotch let them all inside, then led them to the living room where everyone had congregated. They figured cleaning up could wait until they had met the leader.

David, Derek, and Emily all sat on the largest couch, and when Rick came over, they started to stand.

“You can stay seated.” Rick said, holding his hand up. “You’ve probably been through the wringer.”

They all sat back again before David spoke up. “We got the Reader’s Digest version of what happened, but we’re willing to answer any questions. I’m David Rossi, this is Emily Prentiss, and that is Derek Morgan.” He said, pointing to his other team members.

“I’m Rick Grimes, and this is Alexandria.” He said, leaning over to shake their hands. “JJ said that Maggie and Michonne gave you our little interview process at the trailer, is that right?”

“They interviewed us, patted us down, the whole nine.” Derek replied. “We understand it’s probably weird to have three extra people here out of nowhere.”

“We’re just glad that you all could be reunited with each other.” He said with a nod.

Before he could ask any other questions, the front door flew open, followed by Penelope’s voice. “Where are they?!”

Derek looked at her and smiled, “Hey baby girl.”

“It is true.” She said and came over to hug the rest of her team, tears in her eyes.

Rick smiled some and stood up. “We’ll let you all get situated and caught up for now and check in on you later.”

“We understand if you’ll need to do another vote.” Hotch said.

“Just worry about spending some time together today, and we’ll talk about a vote later.” He said, patting his shoulder.

“Thank you.” Hotch added.

Rick and Jocelynn headed out of the house and started towards city hall. Now that Hotch, JJ, Spencer, and Penelope had all proven themselves in the group, it was probably going to be easier to convince Alexandria to let the rest of the group stay too. Once they got inside, Rick let out a breath before sitting on the couch.

“Lucky break for them.” Jocelynn said, sitting on the coffee table in front of him.

“Really lucky.” He agreed with a nod.

“Are you gonna let them stay?” she asked him.

“If they’re like Hotch and the rest, I have no problem letting them stay. I can get the council together and talk about it.” He was quiet for a moment before he asked, “What do you think about all of this?”

She didn’t want to tell him that she was a little suspicious about JJ’s lucky mistake because she didn’t want to cause problems where there were none. “Stranger things have happened, I suppose.” She shrugged.

He nodded and toyed with his watch. “Yeah, they have.”

“They seem nice enough.” She added.

He grunted a response, running his hand over his face. “I’ll get everyone together before dinner and see what they think.”

Once everyone had showered and gotten fed dinner, they all filed into the living room to unwind a little bit and really talk. Penelope was doing her best to keep the mood up, so she talked about what they had been doing in Alexandria while JJ and Hotch stayed quiet. Spencer listened to the conversations, unsure of what to make of the whole situation, but still happy that they were alive. No one really wanted to address the elephant in the room; how were they still alive when JJ had confirmed they were dead?

“So how did you even get out of there?” Spencer finally asked.

“It was probably the closest call we’ve all had, even before all of this happened.” Emily said. “I honestly can’t explain it other than dumb luck.”

“Once they got the door down, we used the ammo we had and then used our knives to get the ones in the doorway. As they piled up, they created a barrier, so we had time to get out of there.” Derek added.

“The ones that were left outside sort of forced us into the creek and once we crossed that, we just kept going until it got quiet.” David said.

“We came back to the cabin after a couple of days, and then every so often we’d come back, but we started to think that maybe you guys had found a different shelter or another group.” Emily said.

“We wanted to look for you, but we weren’t even sure that you made it out of there.” Spencer said.

“I made the call to keep going.” Hotch said, not wanting anyone else to take the blame.

“Aaron, we would have done the same thing. We don’t blame anyone here, we’re just glad that we were able to find you all again.” David said.

The conversations started to die down a little bit and slowly, everyone started heading to beds and couches to sleep. Now that there were three more people, they’d probably need a second house, if they were allowed to stay. After everyone seemed to be asleep, JJ went to the kitchen to get some water. As she came into the dining room, she was surprised to see Hotch sitting at the table.

“Can’t sleep either?” she asked him, sitting in the chair across from him.

“Not just yet.” He answered.

“It’s been a long day, it’s hard to wind down from all of this.” She said and took a sip of her water.

“When you were at the cabin with Reid, did you fully search the cabin?” he asked suddenly.

She was caught off guard by the question, but she figured it would be coming at some point. “When I saw what was in the kitchen, I wasn’t sure that anyone could have survived that.”

“But did you check to confirm their identities?” he asked her.

She looked at her glass of water, trying to figure out what to say next. “Joce found Emily’s necklace in the pile.” She looked up at him.

“Jennifer.” He said, knowing the truth but wanting to hear it from her.

“You said we should assume that they didn’t make it. Hotch, we had this place where we could finally settle down and stop running, and I knew that if we thought there was the slightest chance that they had gotten out of there, we’d never stop looking. I didn’t want it to drive everyone crazy or risk them getting hurt in the process.” She explained.

“I did say that.” He agreed. “And I don’t blame you for trying to protect everyone, but why weren’t you just honest with us? Isn’t it worse to have everyone grieve and then undo all of it?”

“What was I supposed to do? You know if I told Spence that there was no proof that they were dead in there, he’d never stop.” She said.

“You knew they were alive?” Spencer spoke from the doorway of the dining room.

JJ and Hotch turned to look at him and JJ’s heart sank. “Spencer…”

“When we were at the cabin, you said that they were gone, that they were dead in there.” He said, his brows knitted together.

“I made an assumption because of what I saw in there.” She said, standing up.

“No, you chose to lie to us and say that they were dead.” He replied.

“I assumed they were, and I didn’t want you to see what was in there because you were already blaming yourself.” She reasoned.

“Don’t put the blame on me. Besides, this isn’t the first time you’ve lied by omission anyway.” He said, his voice dripping with defeat and hurt.

“Spence…” she said, reaching out to take his hand.

“Don’t.” he said and pulled away from her reach. He headed upstairs to his room and went inside, shutting the door and sitting on the makeshift bed he had on the floor.

JJ put a hand over her mouth and sighed. “This wasn’t my intention. I didn’t want to hurt anyone.”

Hotch had stood up and walked over to her, putting his hand on her back. “You were doing what you thought was best. Just give everyone some time to take it all in.”

“He’s right, I’ve done this to him before. I knew about Emily and didn’t tell him.” She said softly.

“You couldn’t tell him, and he came around from that.” He said.

She nodded and wiped a few tears that had fallen down her cheeks. “I’m gonna try and get some sleep.”

Before he could say anything else, she had gone upstairs and into her room. He was torn because he knew where she was coming from, but he also couldn’t blame Spencer for feeling lied to. Truthfully, he felt a little lied to, too. He put the two glasses in the sink and gave Spencer a little time before going upstairs and laying in bed in their room. He was sure everything would blow over, especially if Rick allowed them to stay. At least he hoped it would.

#(my writing.)#criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fic #criminal minds au #criminal minds fanfic #the walking dead fanfic #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead fic #(fic: we survive)#crossover fic #aaron hotchner x ofc #aaron hotchner and ofc #rick grimes and ofc #rick grimes x ofc

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