#maybe it was a running joke we had when teens but he gets his hands on one of these those and gifts it trying to half pass it a s a joke
being teens w terzo during the peak of punk wave>>>
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His Girls
Simon had to go into work throughout the craziness of the Riley household he lost his plastic skull mask. Only to find his youngest chewing on it.
Warnings: PURE fluff, seriously dad!simon, swearing
A/N: I am OBESSESSED with dad!Simon and to FEED my addiction @ave661 just keep coming in clutch! Go subscribe their pateron! Just a small drabble for you all ❤️
simon x reader guide
simon x reader family edition
Simon was running around throwing on small amount of gear, only going to the base. He put his mask on and realized he missed placed his skull that was suppose to be with it. “Daddy,” His five year old cried. “I don’t wanna have you go.” She held his leg.
“Daddy has to,” You said as your pre teen followed you. She was rambling on how she wanted to go to the mall with her friends but couldn’t. “Millie enough.” You said behind you to his oldest.
“Dad.” Millie looked at him and he shook his head.
“Do what ya mum says.” He looked down at Allison and kneeled down. Millie scoffed and walked off. “I’m not gonna be long promise. We will go get ice cream.”
Allison pouted. “Okay.” She walked out before Simon turned to you.
“I can’t find my fucking mask,” He cursed ripping through everything. “I had it ‘ere now it’s gone.”
You nodded. “Have you checked between the drawers?”
Simon nodded walking out. “Dad! I promised Jackie that I would be there, now what do I do?”
Simon loved his kids he did but damn he didn’t expect having all girls would make his head spin. You even joked about how soon Millie will start her womanhood and then they were fucked. Simon jogged down the stairs looking in the kitchen. “Millie, your mum said no, you think I’m going to say yes after? Ya know not to make promises that you don’t know if you gonna keep.” He explained not looking at her.
Millie groaned. “Listen though everyone goes out with their friends to the malls at this time. Not later. Plus they all can’t go.”
Simon snapped his head up looking on the counter. “I thought it was just Jackie.” You said having his baby youngest in your arms. She was wrapped in her blanket as she set her down in the living room that we connected to the kitchen.
Tessa giggled as she looked up at the tv. Playing with something in her hands. Simon sighed irritated, time was running short, he was running behind, and his patience running thin. Millie and you were arguing back and forth, as Allison came running down the stairs to watch tv. Simon inhaled deeply looking around again. “Your father agrees with me. I am done talking about this. You are not going, we have to be at Nana’s today.” You said putting your foot down.
Simon looked up and waited for Millie to respond. She just rolled her eyes and stomped off, you pressed fingers against your temples. “Alright Simon I am going to look in Allison’s room maybe she was playing with it.”
Simon nodded as he kept looking through and stood for a moment thinking where it could be. Trying to think where the fuck he put it. Nerves were high. He was getting anxious of being late. His thought started to swirl making his anger higher. Until he heard a small giggle.
Simon looked down to see Tessa on her back gnawing on something. Larger than her for sure. His eyes softened when they made eye contact, the blanket moving over to the side to see his mask. He inhaled with relief as he knelt down. “You bugger.” He whispered ripping his balaclava off.
Tessa giggled, he always loves the sound of his girls laughing giggling. It made him miss and think of Millie when she was this young. Innocent. Naive. Hell Tessa even had the same outfit that Millie wore. When both of you kept having kids and they were girls, he couldn’t or wouldn’t let you get rid of this outfit. It was his favorite.
Simon sat Tessa up and turned her towards him. She stopped chewing on it but held onto it. Her way of rebelling of him leaving for the day. Simon chuckled and grabbed the top of it. “Daddy will be back sweet girl.”
Tessa just had her large brown eyes set on him. Simon looked at the features, seeing Tommy and his mom in them. Making him think of his nephew Joseph and how Millie and him could have been close. How you could have a friend with Tommy’s wife. He often thought about it when looking at his girls. Millie definitely was a slit image of you though, personality to features.
Allison would just attach whenever she wanted to, independent like him. Tessa though was definitely daddy’s girl, anytime he would walk into a room she would know. Hell when you were pregnant with her she would move when hearing his voice. When he forgot to take the mask off she giggled and reach for it. Anytime he came home she was thrilled, screeching and giving sign to pick her up.
Tessa giggled as she reached for his thumb grabbing it. These moments he loved, the small gestures. The smiles. Giggles. It made him have that stir inside, the one that wants him to have another baby. His girls were his angels, so why not have more? More of these innocent kids that he made. His pride and joys. He didn’t want to go, he rather be here, with his girls. Go get ice cream now. Simon sighed as he looked up the stairs to make sure Millie wasn’t standing there so he could go say a proper goodbye for the day.
Allison came next to Simon as she hugged his thigh and looked at Tessa. “Daddy said we can get ice cream Tess! Sooner he leaves the sooner we get ice cream!”
Simon smiled down at her, he thought how smart she was becoming. Her sentences making more sense. Allison was like him, truly. Short tempered. Emotional ball. At the same time though she was thick skinned, she could take a hit until she can’t take it. She was caring, always sharing even if she didn’t want to. Would try to make everything more lighter when things got tense. At 5 years old.
“Exactly,” He felt his plastic mask loosen up and he softly took it away. “I love you baby girls.” He said kissing both of their foreheads. “I’m gonna say bye to ya sister, watch Tess yeah?”
“Yes sir daddy!” Allison chimed as she started to gather Tess’s attention.
He looked down at the stairs watching Tessa giggle and squeal at her sister. Simon walked towards Millie’s room, hearing her soft rock play behind the door. He knocked softly as he heard the music turn down. “Who is it?” She said snarky.
“Dad.” He said softly, he heard the knob unlock, having him note of that being a potential problem. She walked to her desk, sitting in her chair looking away from him. “I just wanted to say goodbye.”
“Bye.”
Like him, distant once he was angry. “Have fun at Nana’s.” He softly said walking to her to place a kiss on her head.
“Love you.” She mumbled looking over at him.
“Love ya too dovie. I’ll see ya after work.”
She nodded to his comment as he walked out to face you. You sighed smirking. “Of course daddy comes to save the day.”
Simon smirked as he walked up to you placing his hands on your hips. “She’ll come ‘round,” He whispers kissing your neck. “Want baby 4?”
You pushed him off, giggling. Your stomach swirling with excitement. “Oh no Tessa have you the swirl,” He kissed your neck again, mumbling a yes. “Oh stop it, you’re gonna be late. Get going.” You giggled pushing him gently off before kissing his cheek.
When you turned he slapped your ass. His favorite thing to look, touch, grab. You scoffed, shaking your head while chuckling. Heading down the stairs to the other two girls. Simon smiled as you watched the two play, his girls. His angels. And the thing was…He would never change a thing.
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Alfred's Boy: Part 2
Bruce felt his blood pressure rise as Damian shoved another pair of swimming trucks into his cart. His youngest insisted that he needed something flattering, as his previous outfit was "functional but not attractive to the youth of today."
Damian had never cared that he wasn't up to the trends, but that was before Danny moved into the manor. Now he had to wait hours for Damian to find a satisfying outfit, knowing darn well its only because Danny mentioned he was interested in taking a dip in the inner pool.
The boy, technically being staff, felt it was essential to ask permission before taking a swim. Bruce had spent years telling Alfred he had free range over the manor, only to always have the man ask before doing anything. He hopes Danny won't develop the same habit.
He wanted the young man to feel at home with them.
His younger children- who honest to God forgot they even had a pool- had all scrambled to go swimming with Danny. Tim had practically thrown himself over the table to change from his WE suit into his swimming wear, Duke use his grappling hook to zoom up the stairs and Steph begged Cass to lend her a bikini.
Damian remained seated, despairing that his old swimming shorts had been bought by Dick the year previous. Dick had gotten him green shorts with little cats and dogs. Damian- who refused to even go near public pools- wore them to the family pool with no desire to purchase new ones since he saw no point in it.
And now he was paying the price for keeping childish wear. Personally, Bruce thought they were adorable and perfect for his fourteen-year-old son, but being two years younger than Danny gave him a terrible disadvantage, and Damian could not afford falling futher behind.
He just sat there, staring longingly at the retreating back of Alfred's assistant after telling him he had nothing to wear. Danny had told them he could join the rest another time before scurrying away to finish his cleaning of the right wing.
What else could Bruce do besides offering to take him to the nearest outlet mall and get him something nicer?
"Damian are you almost-"
"I am ready, father. Make haste to purchase our wears. Daniel must be finishing his duties, and I wish to get back." His son announced, yanking the cart out of Bruce's hand and practically running to the cashiers.
Bruce sighed.
It's not that he minded his son's crush on a boy or that it was Danny. It just felt like he shouldn't be encouraging his children to try and romance someone going through a lot.
Alfred had forbidden anyone from looking into Danny's background, and he had respected the request. There was a lot Bruce and Batman were willing to do but defying a direct order from Alfred was not one of them.
(Honesty, if Alfred ever turned evil, Bruce's contingency plan for him was simple: Die.)
Danny took his assistant butler job very seriously. Often wearing a neat and pressed suit, finishing his work in record time, well mannered and very intelligent but kept a distance from the family. Alfred also had a small wall of professionalism but he would crack a joke and be in their presence like a grandfather.
Danny only spoke when spoken to, tried to refrain from being notice and basically kept the reminder that while he liked them all he was always going to be a employee first and foremost.
Maybe it was due to his parents? Danny probably couldn't relax until he felt safe once more. Not for the first time, Bruce wondered what type of monsters the Fentons had to be to make a boy capable of discovering the Batcave without so much of a blink, flatter.
"Father!" Damian called impatiently, tapping his foot before the nervous-looking teen who what been attempting to ring him up.
The Wayne's made everyone nervous.
"Yes. Yes. Here put It on my card-" Damian snatched it out of his hand before Bruce even took it out completely from his wallet.
Suddenly his phone rings. Seeing that Damian could handle punching in the Pin, he accepted the call, not bothering to check the screen.
All his children have personalized ringtones, so only one person would cause Gun and Ships from the Hamilton musical to blare from his phone.
"Jason-"
"Bruce!" Jason yells in a wheezing voice "Tim almost drowned!"
What.
"Is he alright!?"
"He's fine!" Jason assures, voice breaking to manic cackling. "He's just really embarrassed. He forgot about the bruise on his back, so when he tried to do cannonballs with Danny, he cramped up. Danny had to help him out of the pool and then lectured him about jumping in the deep end because of peer pressure. He thinks Tim can't swim, Bruce!"
Bruce felt a headache building behind his eyes. "Jason-"
"Wait, wait, there's more! Do you know how Steph never wears bikinis because she is uncomfortable? Danny clocked that as soon as she walked in and offered her the old t-shirt he was wearing. Took it off right then and there, and do you know what Steph did!? She walked into a wall! A wall Bruce!"
"Jason-"
"Duke hasn't stopped staring at Danny. I think his brain is in a permanent blue screen. I'm actually thinking he's-"
"Jason!" Bruce cut in which finally seemed to get his second oldest attention. Don't get him wrong, he was thrilled that Jason was spending so much time around the manor but the constant updates on his children tripping over themselves for Danny was not well for his heart. "I think you need to make sure your siblings give Danny some space. The poor chum might not be comfortable-"
"I'm not helping you stop Danny from finding true love, old man"
Bruce rolled his eyes as his son hung up. He can't wait for school to start up again. Danny will be homeschooled by his own request and Alfred's agreement but at least most of his kids will not be around him as often.
His phone started playing Sk8er Boy and he considered not answering. He really did but honestly his son probably needed him.
With a sigh he presses the accept call button "Tim-"
"He thinks I can't swim Bruce! He banned me from the pool!" Tim sobs and Bruce sees Damian perk up, happy Danny had put distance between one of his suitors ans himself.
Was it too late to ask Alfred if he was sure his contact Clockwork had no where else to foster Danny?
Being Batman on the night all his rouges broke out was easier then this.
( Part 1) (part 3)
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A Brother's Friend of a Friend - OP81
Request: hi! could I request something like being max f. sister, so always been very close to Lando and that world in general, meeting Oscar at his first F1 race with McLaren and falling for him? if you could keep this anon please!! thank u very much ❤️
Fewtrell!reader x Oscar Piastri
We're also going to have a bit of wingman!Lando. Oscar may also be a little more confident with reader just because...because I can? ahahaha anyway yeah I feel like he's not stupid, he'd catch onto the crush quick.
"I have to have pit stains. It is so hot here." Y/n groans earning a grunt and gentle push from her brother since she had been leaning on him.
"Gross, y/n." Max states while she rolls her eyes before gasping when she sees Lando in the distance.
Now despite her closeness with her brother, her and Lando have their own friendship which somewhat proves that your sibling might not always be the person who looks out for you the most.
"Y/n!" Lando exclaims spotting her in the crowd which makes her begin to run towards him, laughing as he catches her in a hug.
Now some might mistake this moment as a matter of the two possibly dating or "not dating". But really the two are simply just friends and at no point has y/n even had a secret crush on her brother's best friend.
"It's been too long since you last came to a race." Lando claims as he places her back down on the ground. "It's been what? Nearly two years right?"
"Yeah, and it's so kind of Max to drag me to the hottest race of the year to try and kill me via heat-stroke." Y/n comments sarcastically just in time for Max to catch up.
"I don't choose the races Lando decides to invite me to." Max defends then spotting Oscar. "Hey, man. How you coping in the heat?"
"Better than most I think." Oscar jokes as y/n's attention is drawn to the Australian who she has yet to have actually been introduced to.
"That's good."
"Oscar, this is Max's little sister, Y/n. Y/n, this is Oscar." Lando introduces making her shift forward and shake his hand while he smiles at her.
"Nice to meet you." Oscar nods earning some sort of a shy mumble that Lando doesn't recognise as being a side to y/n he knows well. She's never been shy around him. Though Max seems too busy looking around at everything else to notice his little sister's reaction.
Now Lando will admit sometimes he has his less than bright moments. But there's one very obvious thing going on here and y/n's blush is a bright red that even Ferrari might have to envy.
"Actually Max, I wanted to talk about some Quadrant stuff. Oscar, can we trust you to take care of y/n while I talk business?" Lando asks, wasting no time to be the best wingman.
"What?" Y/n questions in shock while Lando smiles at her with a smile that she would easily describe as evil and she nearly glare at him. "Surely that can wait till later, we just got here."
"We won't be long." Lando smiles then kissing her cheek. "Oscar doesn't bite. Come on, mate."
Max is dragged away looking like he's trying to figure out a maths equation as he looks at his friend who is very effectively dragging him out of there.
Oscar smiles at y/n making her smile awkwardly back before clearing her throat.
"Sorry if that seemed rude. It's really genuinely nothing against you." Y/n states nervously while she fiddles nervously with the hem of her top.
"It's alright, I'm not usually great with new people either and I didn't really expect to be getting left with you. But we can make the best of a bad situation...if you're hot we can grab something cold to drink and maybe get something to eat." Oscar offers though y/n just agrees since that sounds like the best plan. "So did you ever kart? I used to race with Max in his Renault days, but I never met you."
"Oh, well I uhhh...when he was doing that I was sort of in my teen rebellion years still. I think both him and my parents preferred to keep my away from public limelight." Y/n sighs earning a small nod from the McLaren rookie. "I liked karting with Max when I was a kid, but I never took part in any competitions. I'm like Kimi, it was just a hobby for me."
Y/n grimaces internally at her choice to quote Kimi Raikkonen like that. Not that she hates the quote but it's not really something you say to an F1 driver.
Not that Oscar doesn't laugh at it anyway, whether it's out of pity or not is hard to tell though.
"So not en route to F1 for you, any other interests?" Oscar asks as they get to the McLaren catering options.
"Umm...I like art. I do a bit of interior design for people. It's early days yet but I think I can thank Max for giving me plenty of recommendations to his friends." Y/n sighs making Oscar smile.
"I live in London, maybe I should get you to take a look at my place. Lando could probably use your help."
"Trust me I've tried. The man does not want interference with his very humble abode in Monaco." Y/n laughs shaking her head at the irony of calling anywhere in Monaco humble. "I'll manage one day to force his hand to make that place actually look like someone lives there rather than it being a show home."
"So how is F1 treating you? I know you guys have a car worth racing in now."
"I think it's going to be pretty good. The heat might feel like we're dying but it's definitely looking good. I think we'll do well." Oscar nods earning a smile from the young woman.
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With it being a sprint weekend, qualifying proves to be a difficult moment for Lando but an improvement for Oscar at the cost of his teammate and while Lando seems to want to be left alone to check the data and really figure out his issue.
Max has disappeared to talk with some of the other drivers that he knows well and somehow y/n just waiting for her brother and Lando to appear so she can go back to the hotel and sit int he bottom of a shower to let the coldest water she can tolerate completely cool her off.
"I can take you back to the hotel if you want to get out of here. I was heading out." Oscar offers walking up to y/n making her look up easily shocked since when she was talking to Max earlier, he mentioned that Oscar is a quiet personality who doesn't usually speak first but only speaks when spoken to.
So she's slightly surprised that he's coming to offer her a lift.
"Oh uhh...yeah, that'd be great actually. I feel like I'm going to melt to the seat here if I stay here any longer." Y/n nods with a small laugh as she practically peels herself from the chair and stands up grabbing her bag. "How are you feeling about the whole weekend? I know Lando isn't happy."
"I mean it wasn't our best but we did pretty well." Oscar shrugs as they begin to walk out and into the paddock. "I think you'll be happy with the results."
"You think? I like that confidence." Y/n laughs while looking at him and finding he's already looking at her which makes her face turn into an alarming red. Thankfully she was already flush from the heat so she's hoping her face isn't glowing.
If y/n assumed that she could contain herself when seeing Oscar driving, she was mistaken. That effect of seeing a man drive is far too effective. By some miracle she manages small talk and keeps up conversation with him till they finally arrive at the hotel.
"I'll walk you to your room." Oscar states once she's up and out the car.
"Oh, thanks." Y/n smiles cursing as she tries to steady the thudding in her chest.
Trying to gain some confidence she manages to settle herself by the time they reach her door and when they exchange goodbyes, she pushes onto her toes, kissing his cheek and rushing out a thanks before shifting inside.
If Oscar hadn't caught onto her crush then he'd have to be a blind man and even she realises that.
"Fuck sake. Control yourself."
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The next morning, y/n tries to avoid Oscar. Mainly to just try and dodge embarrassing herself.
But when he wins the Sprint race, there's really something she is in awe of. And her excitement can't be contained as she sees him after the race she is one of the first people running to him and he catches her in a hug.
"You won! You-You're amazing." Y/n laughs breathlessly before she's back on her feet. "You should celebrate somehow."
"I should?"
"Yes."
"Will you celebrate with me...maybe?"
A voice clearing their throat behind her makes her spine straight and she turns to find her brother and a smirking Lando. His mood has been off but clearly there's something about being a witness to this that perked him up a little.
"Want to explain?" Max asks making y/n pull a face, her flustered state with Oscar being exchanged for an annoyed expression with her brother.
"Oscar just said he wanted to celebrate his win. Problem?"
Lando immediately puts his hand up to his mouth to try and cover his laugh while Max rolls his eyes knowing if he decides to try and be the protective older brother then it's going to be slapped back in his face quickly.
"No." He huffs out then looking at Oscar. "But I hope whatever celebrating you two get up this PG."
"Oh for fuck sake. Lando will you stop laughing!" Y/n groans covering her face while Lando finally gets louder and more high pitched with his laughing now he's been called out on it.
"Sorry, I can't take Max seriously when he gets all brotherly with you." Lando giggles while y/n groans, but thankfully Lando steps in. "Alright, Max. Leave them alone. You can stick with me tonight. Let y/n and Oscar have their fun."
Max isn't the most willing to exit but Lando manages to drag him away shooting a wink in y/n's direction before she turns back to Oscar who has been characteristically quiet.
"You handled that beautifully." Oscar smiles while she sighs. "Shall we go?"
"Please."
Thankfully Oscar leads them out of there and actually their celebrations end up being a mutually agreed room service date with a movie.
Though somehow they end up out on the balcony of his room, looking out at the Qatar skyline while eating.
"So do you think you might come to some more races before the end of the season?" Oscar asks as she bites into her burger. "Lando has liked having you here and...I always have paddock passes to spare."
There's something in that statement, the fact that he's so known for being introverted, that makes her want to promise she'll be at every race that he would be willing to invite her to.
So naturally that exactly what she does.
"If you invite me to a race, I don't think I'd be able to find a reason to say no."
"So I'll definitely be seeing you at the rest of the race weekends this season...what if I invite you to things that aren't race weekends?" Oscar asks softly making her face flush yet again as she looks down at her food trying to hide her smile. "Do you think you could find time to spend time with me outside of race weekends?"
"I could probably fit you in my schedule." Y/n smiles finally looking up while Oscar smiles back.
"Good."
Y/n smiles while biting into her burger again, just trying to somewhat contain her joy being so obviously written across her face. But eventually she's eaten the whole burger and as they talk more, the space slowly closes between them, though neither of them are even sure who was moving more or if one of them wasn't moving at all.
At some point the space is non-existent and the thumping in y/n's chest is all she hears when they both lean in and finally their lips touch and it feels like everything has just completely clicked into place.
When they do part against y/n can't help but grin as she looks at him.
"As part of the deal of me always accepting invitations. Can we keep kissing every time I do?" Y/n asks jokingly earning an immediate nod. "Hopefully next time I won't have just finished devouring a burger."
"I don't mind. But I do feel like I may need to properly ask for Max's blessing to keep seeing you. Before you turned around he was really mad."
"Nah, he just thinks that's how he's supposed to be because he's my brother. But really he knows I can look out for myself. It's actually Lando who gets more protective, you might get a speech from him about not hurting me...but I don't actually think you could hurt a fly."
Oscar hums before smoothly pulling her in for another kiss which is pretty much how they spend the rest of the night, although they do move indoors to get back to an air conditioned, cool room where they talk for hours lying in his bed and y/n does end up fall asleep before Oscar.
He tucks her in after sort of just having watched her fall asleep slowly, drifting and almost fighting it as she mumbled to keep the conversation going till she finally dropped off. Though she does stir slightly when he kisses her before pulling her over to hug him as he finally allows himself the luxury of sleep.
Both of them have a lot to look forward to with each other and they are both pretty confident about being with each other already. So this feels perfect for both of them, even when morning rolls around and when Oscar is alone with Lando and Max when y/n disappears to the bathroom. They both give him the brotherly speech to be the man that y/n deserves and he assures them he is fully intending to never treat her as any less amazing as he already believes she is.
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Blood And Pressure
Part two
Yandere!Pjo x Fem!Grisha!reader. (Platonic Yandere gods) (romantic!various characters)
-♡ Chapter: Previous // Next
-♡ characters: Percy Jackson, Luke Castellan, Clarisse La Rue, Grover Underwood, Annabeth Chase.
-♡ this is a shadow & bone slight crossover. Reader is a heartrender and that's all really (maybe more in the future!)
-♡ Please note that all characters are aged appropriately, so all characters are older versions of the book characters. So 17-19 characters for these, you can choose any of them really.Just that they are older teens.
-♡ I will be imagining Charlie Bushnell as Luke.
-♡warning : short, yandere behaviors, obsession, stalking. slightly sick love, possessive, manipulative, gaslighting. platonic yandere too, blood powers, powerful powers but not godly, and future warnings when more chapters come out.
This was the best moment of your life. The camp was beautiful. You got to see real people training together, not just the ones that come into the infirmary. And Percy was just as amazed as you. It was cool to see someone your own age being new to camp, and that you could use him to get yourself out of that damn house.
Percy made you smile with his small jokes and comments about the place. Which caused Chiron to look between you two without you knowing. You never looked so happy.
“There is a place for you,” chiron points to one of the cabins. A flag hanging from the roof was Hermes and you smile, they welcomed everyone. Many kids ended up in the infirmary after their pranks and you loved to hear the stories.
Percy was to go into the cabin and start his new life while you had to watch and then go back. Of course you were happy for him to have a place. But it would go back to being alone.
“What about y/n?” Percy turned to you with a brow raised. “Don’t you have a cabin?” Before you could answer, the centaur answered for you.
“She is not a Demigod,” he moved his hooves closer and puts a hand on your shoulder. You sigh and nod, “she stays with us. Now say your goodbyes.”
Pushing everything you felt back you mange to give the boy a big smile, “good luck Percy.” And his name in your mouth lift him smitten along with your smile.
He couldn’t wrap his head around why you were here to just stay in the big house. This was a camp for half-bloods and you weren’t one…he wasn’t sure what you were. So why keep you locked up?
“I think y/n should see the inside.” He turn his gaze to the larger man. You could see the mischief on his face.
“I mean, you said you’d give them a tour and haven’t showed them what the insides look like? I think you should keep to your word.”
You cover your mouth with a giggle and he finds himself taking another glance at you with growing pride. However Chiron wasn’t as happy about this because he wanted to get you home and away from everyone…just like the oracle said to.
“I agree, now if you’ll excuse us.” You turn your head and grab ahold of Percy’s hand and start to walk to the cabin door. You had a mission to see everything that you could!
Percy turned brighter by each second and followed you with a clouded head. He stares at the way your hand felt on his. Maybe he could find a way to keep you with him at all time. His chest filled with butterflies and he couldn’t help but to squeeze your hand back as you pull him along.
The cabin was full of campers and bunks crowded around everywhere. You didn’t know what you were expecting but this wasn’t it. I mean the cabin should have been much bigger with the amount of kids that came in, even Hermes had many kids. Just for a second you felt out of place until your eyes set upon another…ones you have looked into before.
Eyes that looked at you many times, the only boy you had a conversation with before. With a scar running across his cheek.
“Well, aren’t we lucky.” The boy stepped closer to you both. His lips curled into a smirk as everyone else the cabin turn to look at you both. The mystery girl and the new boy who took down a minotaur. A odd pair to be seen together.
Percy tightened his hold on your hand at the way he was looking into your eyes and inching closer. Who was this guy? If only he could throw his arm around you to show he already had his claim.
“Luke Castellan.” The slightly taller boy introduced himself. His eyes looked away from you and he was met with percy harsh gaze. The only one now to stop the contest they seemed to have was Chiron who walked behind you.
Camp seemed to get more interesting by the second.
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i fucking love the miya twins x reader. Can we get something where another character, maybe kita ends up revealing his childhood sweetheart (unknowing that the first love he fell out of touch with is currently being locked up in the apartment of the twins he just told the story too) im sure there'll be quite the punishment for her when the twins get home 🤭
They would be so jealous.
And you'd have no idea why.
It's not really a betrayal because you haven't seen Kita for years at this point, but it still stings as if you had plunged a knife into their chests. (Yes, Atsumu is that dramatic as he tries to explain why your childhood antics hurt them.) To know that you held hands and promised to marry another person, yet still shy away from their touches and never try to deepen your relationship with either of the twins is a thorn in their sides that isn't easily removable.
You might have been... seven at the time of the promise with Kita, but you never even asked to go steady with the Miya twins!
Still, despite their broken and aching hearts, they know they can't reasonably punish you for having been a silly child. You didn't know better. You probably didn't even love Kita! Right? You couldn't possibly have known what love even meant back then... right?!
The two of them only met you in their teens as well, so it was bound to happen that you might have had friends before them. However, they notice that spark in your eyes when they say Kita's name. As if you remember him, fondly even. As if he was a bigger threat than they had anticipated. It does hurt their feelings that you'd regain some of your liveliness at the mention of another man. One that you've been apart from for so long, no less. One that gives you back a glimmer of... hope.
It's not like they like you better when you aren't happy. It's just that they really hate it when you are happy, but not because of them.
Mealtime will be boring and basic the next few days while Osamu doesn't feel like cooking for you. He keeps making snarky remarks about how you'd probably prefer Kita to cook you rice from his rice field. Or how you'd like Kita to stock up your bathroom supplies and snacks. Kita could bring you much better movies you'd actually enjoy watching for sure, yadda yadda yadda. You really start to notice the effort he puts into taking care of you when he stops doing it... but you get to enjoy some baths alone and in peace! They also don't steal bites from your plate anymore. And they might sneer, but you can rearrange the room, and they won't stop you for once—they just follow you around and watch your every step silently and with great displeasure.
Atsumu, on the other hand, is annoyingly moody as he shuns you. Oh, you were watching something? He's home now; hand over the remote. No, you cannot have some of his pudding that you didn't want. (Then again, at least you don't have to fear suffocating from him trying to feed you). He keeps whining about not getting enough love from you, but he steals your pillow and blanket at night, demonstratively facing away from you. (Osamu lends you his arm to sleep on and pretends not to enjoy it if you inch closer for warmth to him. Jokes on him because he's not stopping you from getting under his blanket either, but your neck hurts from how tense he is all throughout the night.)
It's almost adorable that they think taking their love from you will hurt you.
However, even the funnest and best of times in captivity have to end. You are due to run out of something that you realize you need desperately. Not least because the twins will start taking things away from you here and there. In this twisted codependency, there's no other way but to seek them out and ask for your toothbrush back or inquire if you'll be having canned carrot soup again tomorrow, too... like the other three days before.
That's where they get you. Now you'll have to play to their tune, apologize, assure them you want nothing from Kita and don't even like him after all this time. It takes some convincing on your part, but how could they not melt for their sweet little darling, clinging to them and begging to go back to how it was before?
Atsumu will coax some more (fake) confessions about your feelings for the twins and make you promise to always love them (and to share your dessert with him). He'll whisk you away before you have a chance to make it up to his brother, taking you back to the room to have you "show" him just how much you love him, baring you to show all your vulnerability and sincerity. He'll have you moan and scream his name so fast, considering he's been preserving his energy for the last few days. But after ravaging your body and befuddling your mind, he'll go back to how he was before, making up some dearly missed cuddle time with you where he can talk about his day and unwind, finally having you back in his arms and lap. With his hands reaching for every inch of your body, kneading and memorizing the feeling of you as if this was the first time he got to touch you, kisses littering your neck and teeth nipping at your lips until his desire is finally sated.
Eventually, with great effort, you'll have to free yourself from Atsumu, who can't get enough of having you back. Still, you'll need the rest of your strength to make up with Osamu without letting too much time pass. He's still cold and dismissive, working or cleaning up, but the kitchen already smells like freshly cooked miso soup, so that's a good sign. Osamu is satisfied with you coming to him, touching his arm, or taking his hand, swearing you never meant anything you said to Kita seriously and that the twins are the only ones you want to be with. He'll seem a bit pouty, so you should consider cuddling up to him or giving him a good ol' smooch, even if he doesn't reciprocate immediately. But who could be mad at you? With a big sigh, Osamu will welcome you back into his embrace, kiss you on the head, and tell you where your toothbrush is, handing you a bag with all the necessities they've been hiding from you. However, he still got them (he knew all along what you were running out from and when). Osamu will admit he was planning on restocking your things slowly anyway (it hurt him to see you were struggling). All's well that ends well, but Osamu will want to have a taste of what Atsumu already devoured, so get ready for that.
And with that, the argument will be over (for now).
Hopefully, there won't be any shows on TV featuring farmers, and the twins won't meet Kita again for a while, so they won't be reminded of what happened. You wouldn't want them to start doubting the lies you told them, right?
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Heartfirst: A Ted Lasso Story - Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty One: Coming Home
Plot: Loose ends are tied up and big changes come after Richmond’s victory.
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: language, mention of parental neglect/abuse, mention of alcohol, one suggestive line
A/N: Well, we have arrived at the end! I definitely intended to be done a long time ago, but life had other plans lol. Thanks to everyone who came along on this ride I had no intention of taking. I hope you enjoyed it!! MERRY CHRISTMAS AND GO RICHMOND!!! 💙❤️💛🎄❄️🎅🏻
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In the afterglow of Richmond’s big win, there was a sadness that couldn’t be ignored, and it came in the form of a Boeing 747.
The day of his and Beard’s departure, Ted exited his apartment for the last time. He took a reflective breath and knocked his knuckles against the wood before turning away. As always, his assistant coach was waiting for him nearby.
The two men walked through Richmond for the last time, a few locals wishing them well as they left. When they made it to the curb, they spotted a familiar face.
“What’re you doin’ here?” Ted smiled.
Y/n shrugged from her place on the bench. “I figured you’ve done so many coffee runs at the office,” she held up two cups, “I’d return the favor.”
Ted and Beard moseyed over, Y/n stood and handed them the cups.
“And maybe I wanted to say goodbye,” Y/n smiled, “Just one more time.”
“Well, I won’t say no to that,” Ted replied, waiting for Y/n to retrieve her own cup so the three could toast. When he took a sip, he coughed. “What exactly is this?”
“An Americano,” Y/n answered.
Ted cleared his throat of the strong taste before he paused, realizing the joke. “The three Americanos.”
Y/n smiled, “Bingo.”
“Aw, hell, that’s too good,” Ted said proudly, “I’ll push through.”
Beard touched his chest. “You’ve come so far.”
“Well,” Y/n sighed, “If you guys have to go, I’m making sure it’s on a high note.”
“That’s right,” Ted smiled, “You and Jamie got any plans for the break?”
“Yeah, actually, Nike wants him to do this shoot in Brazil,” Y/n answered, Jamie’d only sprung the news on her last night, “We’ve gotta get down in a few weeks.”
Ted and Beard both let out suggestive ‘oohs’ that gave Y/n a laugh.
“Watch you back, Dave and Posh,” Ted teased, “There’s a new power couple on the pitch.”
As much as she wanted to deny it, there was something in Y/n’s gut that told her Ted wasn’t wrong. Since their kiss after Richmond’s win, Jamie and Y/n had been flooded by requests for interviews. Paparazzi and fan sightings were abundant. Even then, at the buttcrack of morning, Y/n spotted two teen girls whispering and pointing in her direction, no doubt debating if that really was Jamie Tartt’s girlfriend. It was new territory, but they were rising to the occasion. The footballer and the PR girl.
“Just promise us good seats at the wedding,” Ted continued, “Don’t be bumpin’ us just ‘cause Ronaldo and Messi show us.”
“How ‘bout we hug?” Y/n quickly changed the subject. Baby steps was the key to her staying happy with Jamie. “Let’s hug.”
Ted and Beard laughed before they all piled in a group embrace. The three of them had become a team of sorts, being the only Americans, and it was a bond Y/n was sad to see go. The only thing that comforted her was that Ted and Beard meant so much to Richmond, it certainly wouldn’t be the last they saw of one another.
“Alright,” Y/n said when she felt the tears begin to form, “You two get out of here. The plane’s not gonna wait for two dumb Americans.”
Ted laughed, patted Y/n on the back and pulled back to look proudly at her. “You take care, Y/n.”
Y/n’s smile was watery and full of unspoken gratitude, “You too.”
Beard spotted Y/n one more hug, seemingly needing it more than she did. “Bye, Y/n.”
“Bye, Beard.”
Finally, the three of them separated and Ted and Beard flagged down a coming cab. When they had loaded their luggage, Ted turned back one last time and gave Y/n a wave. She returned it, finally letting the tears fall down her contradicting smile.
Ted had done more for Richmond than anyone ever had. But more importantly, he had changed the people that made the Greyhounds who they were. No one would ever be the same after Ted Lasso’s reign. And that, Y/n concluded as the cab drove off, was a beautiful thing.
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Post-victory, Richmond was still residing in its usual chaos.
When Y/n came into the office, taking care of a few post-season items with Higgins and Rebecca, and saw Beard in the hall, she was surprised but ecstatic. It was good for both of them to have some semblance of home.
Then came the announcement that Roy would be promoted to head coach, with Beard and Nate as the assistants. It seemed only natural for him to take over. Everyone was glad they didn’t have to adjust to someone new. And it was good territory for Roy to step into a leadership role. He was coming into his own in this new stage of life.
KJPR became KBPR as Keeley and Barbara officially went into business with one another. At first, Keeley had worried that Y/n may feel slighted. After all, she had done so much to help when Keeley was still getting her bearings. It ended up being quite the opposite. With Barbara as partner, Y/n could return back to Richmond, something she was thrilled about. The three women continued to work in total harmony.
Rebecca had even made some changes in her life. Under circumstances Y/n and Keeley were promised to hear about eventually, she had run into her mystery Dutchman and the two had started going out. It did everyone good to see Rebecca so happy. She deserved it.
Y/n and Jamie weren’t the only couple having the handle a mess of PR after the match. Colin had unofficially come out after kissing his boyfriend, Michael, on the pitch. Journalists, both honest and sleazy, were hounding the both of them. The day it stopped was the day they got cocky enough to trespass on Colin’s property. They were unaware that his publicist was present, and Y/n took a great deal of joy in coming around the side of the house with the gardening hose and spraying them all away. Needless to say, Colin felt extremely protected with her as his first line of defense.
Jamie and Y/n stayed the same, sickeningly in love with one another and growing more so by the day. Just after Roy was announced as head coach, they were booked to fly out to Brazil. Somehow Roy and Keeley, separately, had roped themselves in to coming as well.
“Our first trip away together,” Jamie lamented as they were packing at Y/n’s apartment, “And the old fart latches on.”
Y/n was across the room, grabbing a stack of t-shirts from her dresser. “That’s a horrible thing to call Keeley.” She laughed as Jamie flashed her a glare, “I can’t wait till you stop acting like you’re mad about this.”
“I am mad about this,” Jamie insisted.
“And the minute we’re all there, you two’ll be inseparable,” Y/n crossed the space to the bed, where Jamie and his suitcase sat, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be lucky if I get two minutes with you.”
Jamie scoffed, even though he knew there was truth to it. He could no longer deny him and Roy hated one another. Instead, he put his energy into rifling through his girlfriend’s suitcase.
“Jamie, I just got that organized,” Y/n whined, “What are you doing?”
“I’m thinning it out,” he answered, throwing item after item out onto the bedspread, “You don’t need half of this.”
Once he was done, Y/n looked into the square, there was very little. “Three bathing suits and underwear?”
“Yeah,” Jamie said deadpan before smirking, “All you need.”
Jamie pressed a kiss behind Y/n’s ear and wandered out of the bedroom. She was left laughing and undoing his handiwork. She was in the middle of repacking her pajamas when her cell phone rang from her nightstand.
“Jamie,” she called out, “Could you grab my phone?”
“Hang on,” Jamie yelled from the living room, “Phone’s ringing.”
Y/n sighed and went to collect her mobile herself. She glanced at the caller ID.
Dad
Time itself seemed to stop and Y/n was immobilized. It had been a month since Manchester when she’d been brave and called her parents. Not a word from either of them. It had been so easy to have courage in her rush of adrenaline, consumed by confidence and prepared to knock any obstacle down to get back to Richmond.
Now…she didn’t know what to do.
The little voice in her head that sounded much like the her in Manchester said to pick up.
Just before the last ring sounded, Y/n swiped across her screen and started the call.
“Hello?”
“Hi, uh…” Y/n’s dad stammered, “Hi, honey.”
“Hi,” she repeated.
“Hi.”
The two fell silent.
“Um…how-how are you?” Y/n was the first to ask.
“Oh, fine. Fine…yeah, we’re uh, we’re okay. How are you?”
Y/n wiped her hand across her jeans, beginning to wander the room like a Roomba. “Uh, I’m good. Decent. I, uh, I’m packing right now.”
“Oh, are you moving?”
“No, no. I’m, uh, I’m going on a trip with some friends and my uh…my boyfriend.”
Her dad didn’t seem to be phased. “Yeah, I heard something about that. I mean, I read it. You’re making headlines over here.”
Y/n stopped, “I am?”
“Well, it’s not front page or anything,” he corrected himself, “But there’s a few. That Tartt fellow seems like a hell of a player.”
“He is,” Y/n smiled, “He’s a great guy.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” her dad finished before another pause hit them. “Listen, I, uh, I wanted to call…well, I wanted to call sooner but…I wasn’t quite sure what to say.”
Disappointment began to settle in Y/n’s gut. It felt like there was some lame excuse coming. “Yeah, well…I didn’t exactly send a Hallmark greeting.”
“No, you didn’t do anything,” her dad quick addended, “I just wasn’t sure how to…how to speak to what you said because…it was so true.”
Suddenly everything became shaky, including her original message. “It was?”
“Of course. It was…painfully true. And I didn’t know what the right thing to say was and then when I felt like I did I was still worried it would be the wrong one and so…”
Another pause.
“Your mom and I, we, uh, we got into therapy,” Y/n’s dad continued.
Now that surprised her. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah, there were a lot of reasons. Nothing we did to one another, just…things from before you and Caylee were born. But mostly we, uh…we talked about how we raised you girls and all the areas we…could have done better.”
Y/n stayed silent, shocked into submission.
“And it’s been really helpful…and very….difficult.”
Y/n sighed, slightly annnoyed, feeling like her father was about to make the conversation about himself. “Yeah, well, I’ve heard therapy’s hard.”
“Not in the way you’d think,” her dad continued, “It’s been hard to…come to terms with what me and your mother did to you and Caylee.”
Now this was an entirely different kind of surprise. Y/n sunk onto her bed.
“Yeah?”
“Yes. We…I…I don’t even know where to start, but we’ve…we were a mess. A complete mess and we took it out on you girls.”
“I think…” Y/n drew a breath, “Taking it out on us would have been preferable.”
Her dad drew the same breath. “We ignored you girls. We left you to your own devices. We didn’t…we didn’t bond with you or support you in any way. Not the ways you needed at least. I think we thought if we were keeping a roof over your heads and keeping you alive, we were doing something right, but…that was nothing compared to what we didn’t do for you. What we kept from you.”
On opposite sides of the world, on different continents, separated by a great big ocean, father and daughter both began to shed tears.
“And I’m so sorry, honey,” Y/n’s dad’s voice wavered. “I’m so sorry.”
Y/n’s breath trembled, these were the words she’d longed to hear since she could recognize the problems in her family.
“Your phone call…it woke me and your mom up to a lot of things I think we’d known for years,” he went on, his voice a bit stronger now. “That we had the greatest girls given to us…and we didn’t care for you the way we should have.”
“Nothing you said was untrue, honey. And I’m glad you said it. You needed it and we needed to hear it. We needed to be woken up.”
Y/n sniffled trying to hold in the sobs she wanted to let go.
“And I can’t tell you how proud I am of you,” he audibly smiled through the phone, “Of the woman you’ve grown up to be and the life you’ve built for yourself. I think despite all the odds, you became the best version of yourself you could be.”
Y/n chuckled, a fresh batch of tears falling. “I love it.”
“I’ll bet you do,” her dad laughed, “I watched Richmond’s last game. It was a corker. And then to see you on the field…”
The two laughed in unison.
“That would be how I ended up in the headlines,” Y/n wiped her eyes.
“Mmm, I don’t think love’s a bad way to make headlines.”
Y/n had yet to say anything about loving Jamie, and yet her father already knew. Their moment on the pitch spoke for itself.
“So…you’re the only one that feels guilty?” Y/n finally asked.
“No,” her dad switched gears, “No, she’s actually at a session right now. I think she’s still a little nervous about making a call, but she wants to…she’s just trying to figure out what to say.”
“Tell her just to get really sad and really in love and pick up the phone,” Y/n suggested her method, “It’s easy.”
Her father laughed heartily, a sound Y/n was never really privy to as a child. It was so joyous, so full and round, it made her laugh as well.
“I hope it’s not too late to say it, but…” Y/n’s dad paused, “I really do love you, honey. And I’m sorry I didn’t do a better job of it.”
Y/n smiled, her eyes glazing oer with tears.
“And if you’ll let me and your mom…we’ll spend the rest of our lives trying to make up for all those years we were selfish.”
If she were a more vindictive person, Y/n would clutch the grudge in her palms and reject the offer. She’d tell her dad to go fuck himself and that no amount of time would ever make up for what was lost. But Richmond had softened her edges and rounded her out to be a more forgiving person. She’d learned from Ted and all his little life lessons on kindness he dropped. She’d learned from Rebecca, moving on and becoming the bigger person in the aftermath of her divorce. She’d learned from Jamie, who had done a complete 180 in his life and become one of the best people she knew. If he could forgive her for everything she’d put him through, how could she not pass it on to someone else?
“Yeah,” she answered, “Yeah, I’d really like that.”
Her dad took a quivering breath, full of emotion.
“But mom’s gonna have to do some groveling too,” Y/n joked.
“Oh, she’ll do it,” her dad agreed, “Probably even more than me. But she’ll do it as many times as necessary.”
The two of them stopped again, unsure of where to go from where they were.
“If you’re okay with it, eventually…we’d love to come out and see you. See this great big beautiful life you’ve built for yourself.”
It was an offer/request beyond what Y/n thought she’d ever get from her dad. Beyond what she ever thought possible for their family.
“Or maybe you could come home,” her dad suggested, just in case he’d pushed her forgiveness too far. “For a long weekend or something. Maybe in between games. Caylee came out last week.”
Her sister had failed to mention that piece of information. “She did?”
“Yeah.”
“She didn’t tell me.”
“Well, we kind of had the same talk. I think you and your sister share the same set of balls. She read us the riot act too.”
Caylee had never shied away from.…anything. She was the first of the sisters to put their upbringing behind them, to carve out a new life for themselves. It wasn’t surprising at all that she’d beaten Y/n to the punch of their parents.
“I think she wanted to wait to see how our talk went before she talked to you,” Y/n’s dad added.
“How’d that go?”
“Good,” her dad smiled, “Really well. Horrible, and then really great.”
Y/n smiled, looking down at her lap. “Yeah, I think I’d like both those things. Maybe I could bring you guys to a game.”
“Oh, we’d love that. We’d really love that. Is that American guy still coaching?”
“No, he left a few weeks ago,” Y/n answered.
“Huh, that’s a shame. Maybe I could jump in, give the guys some pointers.”
Y/n chuckled, “Oh, they’d love that.”
“Listen, I don’t wanna push my luck, so I’ll let you get back to packing,” her dad began to close the conversation, “Maybe we can talk more after you get back from your trip.”
He was right, it was a good place to stop. “Yeah, I’d like that. And if Mom calls, I promise I’ll let her grovel.”
“Attagirl,” her dad chuckled, “I love you, honey.”
Y/n smiled tearfully, the words she’d longed to hear all her life. Suddenly, it seemed so wasy to return them.
“I love you too, Dad.”
“Talk soon.”
“Bye.”
And with one click of a button, it was over.
Y/n felt stuck to her bed, nailed to it more like. All her life, she’d imagined screaming and yelling at her parents and it ending with them in tears as well, apologizing in spades to her and asking for them to forgive her. Her daydream had come true, though nothing like she’d thought it would. She was still, she was silent, and her father was more eloquent and composed. But both were filled to the brim with emotion. Somehow, it had all worked out better than she’d wanted.
Her family was coming back to her. The whole dang thing.
Y/n sprang to her feet, needing to word vomit the news onto someone. Jamie was closest. He was a good choice.
“Jamie,” she called, “Jamie.”
As she enterd into the living room. Jamie sported the same stunned expression she did. Had he heard the call?
They met in the middle of the room, each holding their own space. Each holding their cell phones.
“Who was that?” Y/n asked.
The words floated out of Jamie’s mouth slowly. “That was me dad.”
Y/n’s eyebrows dropped, along with her jaw. “Your dad?”
“Yeah,” Jamie breathed, his eyes flicking to Y/n’s phone, “Who was that?”
“That was my dad,” Y/n answered.
“Your dad?” Jamie echoed.
“Yeah.”
“What’d he say?”
“He wants to come see me. Him and my mom.”
“They do?”
“Yeah.”
Jamie’s face soured somewhat with apprehension. “And…what do you think?”
There was so much news to process. Still, Y/n’s purest emotions won out. Her lips quirked upwards, “I think I feel good. Really good.”
Jamie managed a distracted smile, “Good.”
Y/n shifted focus away from her. “What did your dad say?”
“He, uh,” Jamie breathed, “He’s in rehab, I guess. Wanted to call and congratulate me on the win. Wants me to come and see him.”
Y/n’s eyebrows shot up, “Whoa.”
“Yeah,” Jamie said.
“How do you feel about that?”
He blew out a huff of air. Jamie had just as many complicated feelings on his dad, if not more, than Y/n. And yet this time, there was some sort of peace that told Jamie this was alright.
“I think I feel good.”
“That’s good,” Y/n exhaled, “Do you want me to come with?”
“No,” Jamie quickly said, “I don’t want you near him till I…till I make sure it’s real this time.”
Y/n wasn’t about to start arguing with him. “Okay.”
The two of them finally looked at one another, well and truly, and saw each other transformed. If Richmond was one piece of what Y/n and Jamie were made up of, their relationship the other, their jobs the third, there’d been a missing fourth piece, empty and void of any love, for years. Suddenly, with but a drop filling it, there was new life in both of them. They stood a chance at becoming complete.
They fell into one another’s arms, wrapping around one another in hopes they could hold each other together. This was the beginning of something truly beautiful for both of them.
In the weeks and months that followed, after the trip to Brazil, things began to bloom. Jamie did go and visit his father, coming back with a genuine smile on his face. Y/n didn’t push, but Jamie felt confident that his father was making progress and that maybe, just maybe…they could form a relationship.
Y/n’s mom did indeed call, groveling and weeping over how poorly she’d treated her daughter. Y/n was there to accept every apology and cry with her. It was the best conversation they’d had in years. Her parents and Caylee jumped on for their first three-way call ever. Y/n made plans to come back home for Thanksgiving, and her parents and Caylee promised to fly to London for Christmas. It was the first holiday season they’d be spending together since high school. They were all counting the days down.
A few months after the season started for Richmond, Beard and his very pregnant girlfriend, Jane, announced they were getting married. The whole Richmond clan gathered together at Stonehenge for the event. It was strange, in keeping with their relationship, but full of love.
Eventually, Keeley came to Y/n with a business proposal. She had an inkling of an idea that she wantd to bring to Rebecca. But she wanted to give Y/n the opportunity to help her with it. The second she read the idea, Y/n was floored, and immediately onboard. Together, the two of them proposed a Richmond women’s league to their boss. It was an unflinching yes.
“But I have a condition,” Rebecca said before pointing to Y/n, “I want you to oversee it.”
Y/n blinked, “What?”
“I think you have a great deal of untapped potential,” Rebecca smiled, “And I think you’d make an incredible football club owner.”
“I-I…there’s no way. Unless you’re selling the team and I-“
“Nonsense,” Rebecca shrugged, “You bought a share, didn’t you?”
Rebecca had decided against selling the team off entirely, instead giving Richmond fans the opportunity to buy shares of the club.
“Well, yeah, I own like…half of a half of a percent.”
“Consider that your purchase,” Rebecca looked to Keeley, “What do you say? Is it okay if I poach one of your employees?”
Keeley was beaming from beside Y/n, “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
Y/n wasn’t sure what was happening or how it was happening so fast. It felt eerily similar to a year prior in a London restaurant.
“What do you say?” Rebecca smiled, “Do you want to run a football club?”
Despite her shock, it was one of the easiest yesses she’d ever given.
Jamie had been thrilled, obviously, spinning Y/n around his house when she’d told him the news. One of Jamie’s biggest fears was losing all the good things in his life. Even though he knew him and Y/n were solid, a job like that was guarantee that neither of them would be leaving Richmond for a very long time.
All was well, no, all was better than well, for the Greyhounds. Sam’s restaurant flourished, Nate brought his girlfriend round finally to be introduced to his work family, Keeley and Roy began skirting the borders of exploring the possibility of maybe getting back together…all was as it should be.
Y/n was nearly in tears contemplating the beauty that was her life one night as Jamie drove them back to her place. Higgins’ and his family hosted the team barbecue that month at their home and the whole staff had shown up. Keeley, Roy, Jamie and Y/n had stayed in a huddle most of the night, laughing and talking as if they’d been family all their lives, which it was starting to feel like. Everything, from the smallest detail to the biggest, felt perfect.
“Hey, babe, what’s on the schedule for Friday night?” Jamie asked as they climbed the stairs into Y/n’s home. He was a few steps behind her. “Colin and Mike want to do a double date. I didn’t know if-“
He was rudely interrupted by Y/n smashing her lips against his. Jamie adjusted quickly and sunk into the kiss with her.
After Y/n pulled back, Jamie admired her. “What was that for?”
There were ten different answers she could have given him. For knocking into her that first day of work. For sitting down with her that night at the pub. For being the steadiest presence in her life. For forgiving her when she broke his heart. For supporting her and supporting her and supporting her. For adding to her happiness in a way nobody else could.
But instead, she shrugged and smiled. “No reason at all.”
And for the first time in her life, Y/n was truly, wholly happy.
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0.1 — drunkfession ; james potter
sum: alcohol has both you and James thinking about what could’ve been
warnings: drunk teens
notes: wrote this months ago but its literal shit needed to clear my notes tho!
James stumbled in his steps as he climbed up the corridor stairs. His head was heavy, his eyes bleary, but even in his drunken state he was still able to make out the person stood before him.
Judging by your puffy lips and reddened cheeks, he was able to either guess you were drunk or had been crying. Your hair fell in its silky locks, tangled by the ends. James just wished he could comb through them, make them look perfectly straight just how he liked it. His heart ached a bit when your eyesight avoided him immediately.
He knew he’d hurt you, he knew how you and him didn’t talk much more these days, didn’t joke around even when you’d been promised a friendship still. But none of those compared to you avoiding eye contact with him.
The breakup didn’t go well. He had convinced you that both of you weren’t good for each other. And maybe you weren’t. Things were messy for you, and he was in a complicated situation as well. You’d gone through a list of hookups after. But James, James had gotten into a semi serious relationship with Lily Evans. At first he tried to hide it, then things got more complicated and James couldn’t keep things away any longer. The news came a few months after your breakup, but the fact hurt, and maybe mixed with a bit of alcohol in your senses— you had broke down to the pictures of them together.
James didn’t knew what was going on in his head then, maybe he enjoyed Lily’s company, maybe he did like her. But if he did, then why was he so completely over her in just a week, or why— even worse, was his heart panging in his chest and his heartbeat ringing through his ears when he sees you like this.
And why, when the air gets colder and the leaves turn browner does he have you feeling like his girl again?
“Hi.” He starts simply.
You wave your hand, “You can cross, Potter.”
He wants to speak, but the words don’t come out right, “I— I don’t—“
“You know, you can speak to me properly. Know you’re drunk ‘n all, but it’s really not that hard, Potter.”
“What d’you mean?” He asks harshly.
You lean away from the wall, “I mean, you’ve been avoiding me all the time. ‘S not like I’ve done anything wrong, have I?”
“Oh, c’mon Y/n. I—“
“Why’re you even here?” You slurred, “Shouldn’t you be busy with Lily?”
He rolled his eyes, clearly irritated by the question. “I have an actual life other than her, thank you very much. And besides— ‘s not like we were anything.”
You knew. Of course you knew. You were friends with Sirius and Marlene, Merlin, one of those were bound to say something. “Really?” You asked, not to sound too interested or anything.
He hmm-ed, answering simply.
“Then why’d you break up with me?”
One. Two. The seconds passed by just as direct as your words. Unsurprisingly aiming for his heart.
“You know I cant answer that, Y/n.”
You scoffed, “Why not? Haven’t had actual closure all this time. Might as well, right? We’re both drunk, probably wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning.”
Truthfully, even if you were drunk off your arse, you knew you wouldn’t forget about anything about this night. Even starting from this moment, it had all been captured and stored in your memory. Just like all the other ones with James in it, it was tucked in the safe space of the small slot in your heart.
“Yes. No— lie. I remember everything with you in it.” Just like your minds were the same, he admitted just a bit more bravely than you.
“I just want to understand, Jamie.”
There it was. Jamie. He knew the nickname was coming, and yet he still expected a small heart attack to occur when you pronounced the name so gently, just like you used to.
“I know you do.” He sighed, running a hand through his mess of curls. “But I don’t know either. My head was a mess, just like you were. And I guess— I guess I never apologized to you and never helped you through it. But you should know, Y/n, I really am sorry for all of it.”
Your eyes shot up to the ceiling, avoiding the mess of tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. “I didn’t ask for your apology. I asked why.”
More tugging on his hair, “I don’t— don’t know, Y/n. I guess, things were really messy and I did the first thing that came to mind instead of thinking it through.”
“You should’ve spoke to me. Asked me for help. Or something. I was there for you, Jamie. You had me, just like I thought I had you.”
The words cut. He knew, and you knew too.
“You were there for me?”
You rolled your eyes again at him, a small laugh escaping and your voice going down. “You know you’ll always have me, right Jamie? No need to be so choosy with my words.”
His beautiful hazel eyes light up, “I know.”
“You avoided me. You acted like I didn’t exist.” You frowned. Even with his poor eyesight, James could see your eyes turn glassy.
“Honey—“ James stopped himself, “Sorry, Y/n. I— I didn’t know you felt that way. You said you didn’t want to talk to me.”
“What?” You suppressed the want to smack his head, “When did I ever say that, you idiot?”
“I dunno! I just got the vibe!”
“You’re so stupid, Potter! This is why I hate you!”
“You don’t hate me.”
“Yes, I do.”
James scoffs, “You could never hate me.”
“Right, because you’ve treated me so perfectly.” You mumbled.
The staircase didn’t have much air as the window was far on the top end. You felt yourself getting hotter, particularly the heat reaching up to your cheeks when James clicked his tongue and pursed his lips.
“Let me treat you perfectly then.” He offered, you weren’t sure if he meant it or if it were just one of his mindless, drunk flirting. Probably the latter.
You scoffed, “Not a chance, Potter.”
“I mean it.” He took a step forward. His fingers twitched, itching to grab ahold of yours. He knew just then what it’d feel it, yours were cold and his was warm. He knew it was like whatever this was between you two, just something teetering on the edge, if he had a chance to grab ahold of you he knew he could warm you right up. But James hadn’t yet trusted himself if he was able to earn your heart and not break it again.
“I have experience in not believing what you mean.”
“I wanted it to be you, Y/n. So badly.” He confessed in a whisper.
“Then why not?” You only dared to ask as the tears finally drop gently across your cheeks.
Why not? Well, it was quite clear then why not. Because his robes were decorated with red and gold and meanwhile yours were lined with astute silver and green.
You. Always you. How could he ever forget … about you? Even if it’s been months since your breakup, and months since you’ve spoken so intimately with each other, everything about this felt natural.
“You know why not.”
You rolled your eyes, pretty sure your cheeks have been rained with black mascara by now. “It sucked to see you trailing after Lily for weeks. It sucked because I knew how it felt having you on mine.”
“I’m sorry.”
You scoffed, trying to lighten the mood with your insistent remarks the whole conversation. “You’ve said that before.”
“Honey.” James smirked ever so slighty. He moved his face closer to you until you could feel his breath fanning over your nose. “I’m so, so sorry.” Your cold choulder was suddenly touched by a warm presence, his fingers creeping up to twiddle with the thin strap of your dress.
“Jamie..” your voice wavered, serving as a warning to James.
“I could have you forgiving me so easily, you know that?”
You decided then, if James wanted to play this game then you could compete as well. “How about, you spend more time trying to get a sincere apology to me ready by next morning. Maybe then I’ll see if I’m ready to forgive you.”
“God, I had you tearing up a minute ago and now you’re back to this?” James panted.
Your hand pushed at his chest, “See you in the morning, Potter.”
James smiled politely, the smile you hated. Then his head dipped lower and pressed a singular light kiss on your clavicle. “Goodnight, then.” He whispered against your skin.
“Ugh. Goodnight, Potter.” You replied swiftly before quickly leaving.
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Hi new follower here. What if the teens are playing truth or dare and you, the new/er kid, get dared to 7 minutes in heaven with Eddie. (Which may or may not go a lil further ;3 )
Hope this is okay! Love your work Ive legit read it all now lol! <3 keep writing!
Seven Minutes in Heaven - Part 1
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Read Part 2 Here
Warnings: making out and a lil over the clothes touching. You know. The sweet stuff.
You feel flustered as you look up into the face of Eddie Munson, only dimly lit by the tiny stuttering lightbulb overhead. You're practically chest to chest in this tiny excuse for a closet your new friends had shoved you in mere seconds ago, the time having come for your turn of seven minutes in heaven.
Eddie gazes down at you with a rueful smile.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. We don't have to do anything."
"We have to, Eddie. Those are the rules," you argue, shifting from foot to foot. You've been eyeing the attractive metalhead who sits in the back of your English class for the last few weeks, ever since you had the unfortunate luck to become Hawkins High's only spring semester transfer senior. You've spoken a few times and even worked on a project together, but you've been wanting to get to know him more.
Wanting to get to know his lips more.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do, rules or no rules," he's clarifying, running a hand through his wild hair. You take in the path of his hand and feel a tinge of jealousy. It should be your hand feeling it's way through his curls.
"What if I want to do something," you ask, biting your lip. His eyes go wide and he freezes.
"You...want to?"
"What if I...asked them to pair me with you?"
Eddie blinks at you for a moment Then the small space is filled with his laughter. He has to brace himself against the wall behind you to keep himself stable with the force of his laughs.
"Oh that was a good one. Always need a good joke to liven up a shit party, thanks princess."
Princess.
He'd called you that before, but it makes you melt every single time. You're not used to having to make the first move though. In fact, admitting that you'd begged your new friends to pick Eddie as your partner when it came time for your turn of seven minutes in heaven was the boldest you've ever been. But with the seconds ticking, you feel a surge of panicky confidence rise up in you.
"It's not a joke. I wanted to be in here with you."
Eddie's smile falters and his eyes widen.
"What?"
"Eddie, this confused act is getting old. If you don't want to do anything with me, that's fine, but just say so - ," you begin to huff, hysteria bubbling in your words as it starts to settle in that maybe he's really not interested. He'd always been so sweet and attentive, you hadn't really factored in the possibility that he would be so repulsed by the idea of kissing you that he wouldn't pounce on you in a dark closet like any other horny high school boy.
Then suddenly you find yourself pressed against the wall, a pair of lips hungrily slotting against your own. His hand cups your jaw, tilting your head so you're at just the right angle to receive his kiss. Your heart is in your throat as you kiss him back, trying your best not to squeal at the feeling of him initiating in the way you'd always hoped.
When Eddie pulls away to give you a chance to breathe, you pant, noticing that he's propped his forearm against the wall over your head.
Hot.
"You wanted to kiss me, princess?" he asks, his thumb grazing against your bottom lip from where his hand grips your jaw. You nod, silently because what words could possibly form eloquently in your brain in a moment like this. He nods along with you teasingly. "Yeah? Well all you had to do was ask."
His lips press back against yours, tongue sweeping into your mouth to massage your own. You feel yourself swooning at the taste of him. The pressure of his hands as they move from their previous occupation down to grasp the flesh of your hips. The feeling of his hair tickling against your cheeks as it falls in a curtain around you both.
You do your best to keep up with the force of his kiss and make the most of the moment by letting your own hands wander. You start at his firm sides and then slide your palms up to his chest, hard through the fabric of his Metallica t-shirt. When you sweep across the expanse of his shoulders he pulls away and chuckles against your jaw.
"If you keep touching me like that, sweetheart, seven minutes won't be enough."
"It already isn't enough." Your words are suggestive but you kick yourself internally for how shy they sound coming out of your mouth. Eddie, however, doesn't seem to care about the confidence of your tone because he's smiling wolfishly down at you.
"Is the new girl a little bad? I could have sworn you were one of those goody goodies."
On impulse you grab one of his hands and place it on your right breast. He begins squeezing and groping without a second thought and you swallow a moan. Eddie pushes you back against the wall and moves to kiss at your neck.
"Mmm she's bad alright."
~*~
When the seven minutes are up and the door to the closet is open, neither of you really notice at first. It's when the wolf whistles get louder and people start throwing sofa cushions and empty cups at you that realize you should probably break apart.
Eddie steps out into the light first, a massive grin splitting his face, just barely distracting from the already purpling marks that you'd sucked into his throat.
He guides you out by your hand, which is grasped in his own. You look equally disheveled and mussed, but a twin smile lights up your face. Seven minutes wasn't enough, but you'd sure found heaven.
~*~
Read Part 2 Here
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Do you think that Hayley/Elijah/Jackson could’ve potentially worked as a throuple? 👀
I actually laughed when I read this question. Not because I think it would be impossible but because I think it would be absolutely wild. Maybe if the show was being run by more interesting people we could have had a storyline like this. It would make sense.
I mean on one hand, we have Hayley and Elijah who are in love and on the other hand we have a forced marriage. If anyone was going to have a throuple, they were primed for it. I have said it before but I don't believe the unification magic is so aware that Hayley and Elijah couldn't have stayed in a relationship. Also, no one proposed the idea of a throuple. I feel like that would have worked for the magic aspect of it.
If it did work, Hayley would have had to be the one to introduce it, and you know she would have. Hayley, especially at that time, was definitely a 'have your cake and eat it too' kind of person. And that is not a critique on her. She knew what she wanted and she went for it. So why not bring up the idea to the men.
Elijah would have been on board. He had been pinning after Hayley for like two years at that point and would have jumped at the opportunity to be with her in any way possible. He also has lived so long that I don't think it would have been strange to him. I joke that I love jealous Elijah but we really didn't get many scenes where he was obviously jealous. I feel like he was just, essentially, too old for that teen drama. So it wouldn't have bothered him that Hayley was also with Jackson. Especially because it would mean he got to be with her as well. Jackson would have been resistant for a variety of reasons. I can see him saying "That's not how we do things." But there definitely was a power imbalance there so I could see him caving and agreeing, but resenting it. So not a healthy throuple.
However, overtime, I could see Jackson and Elijah finding common ground. People love to say the men are so different, but they really aren't. They just wear different clothes. Jackson is more like a Mikaelson than he or the fandom want to admit. Jackson treats his pack similar to how the Mikaelsons treat their family. I think this is something Elijah and he could bond over. They've both had to make tough decisions, even bad decisions, in order to protect the ones they love. They've both also messed up a lot. They also both cared for Hayley and Hope which would likely be the first common ground they could come to.
I also love to think over time, given the chance, Elijah and Jackson would become friends. I can just see Jackson talking about hunting or some nature thing and Elijah just casually asking questions, trying to pretend he's not that interested. We view Elijah as an uptight business man, but let's not forget he was originally a farmer/warrior from what is present day Virginia. Elijah is a country boy. I would love a scene where Jackson is surprised by Elijah's knowledge of farming or hunting and then Hayley walks into an intense discussion about crop yields or the best way to skin a deer.
To me, it wouldn't ever be a true throuple, it would more likely be an open relationship. I just never got queer vibes from Jackson, but who knows. But if the show had focused more on character development and family, and less on drama, we may have actually seen a begrudging friendship and mutual respect from the two men. And Hayley would have truly benefited from that. But we all know how little Julie likes to let women have control over their relationships.
Thanks for the ask! These are always so fun for me.
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One thing I deeply love about Henry’s character than it’s not often acknowledged in the fandom is how he’s unapologetically gay, and his journey to become unapologetically gay.
We know Henry has been aware of his sexuality since young, than unlike Alex, it wasn’t something he didn’t acknowledge/repress. Henry (quoting Casey) “was born awake”, had no queer awakening. We know it was not something he was proud of when he was younger, he believed it was “the most unforgivable thing about me.”
And yet, he spends his time learning queer history and reading queer literature. He spends the book in the closet, believing he will never come out, that maybe he shouldn’t come out. And he finished the book out, running a shelter for lgbt teens. Do you guys understand that? This is someone who went from being locked away and not even looking for the key to someone who decides enough is enough, and is tired of faking. He becomes some kind of icon for queer teenagers, someone they can look up to, someone who understands. Henry and Pez start a shelter, and they became the queer elders they once needed in their life.
Henry is proud of being gay. Henry doesn’t want to hide, Henry is incredibly passionate about his history and those who came before him, Henry will remember them, they won’t be forgotten, not if he’s here. This is someone who grew up on a homophobic environment (not necessarily because of homophobic parents, but monarchy isn’t exactly known for it’s acceptance and diversity), who felt bad about being gay for so long, who was made believe that being in the closet was good, that he couldn’t come out, than he shouldn’t, that it would be best for everybody if nobody knew. That he should be hidden away, that no one could know, it was shameful, unnatural. And on top of it all, being a prince means responsibility and the weight of a country on your shoulders, it means cameras following you around, having a whole nation judging what you’re wearing today. The hiding was constant, his defenses were always up. Could he tell this person? Could he be sure they wouldn’t leak it to the press?
Henry never experienced community. How could he, when he spent all his life either hiding or being hidden away? Yet he wants to. He longs for it so much. He reads about queer history and wonders how it must have been like, to be at the front of a protest, and know those behind are with you, are like you, and for once, look into the eyes of a police officer and not feel afraid. How it must have been like to go to a parade, would his throat feel tight, would he choke back tears? Or would he smile, feeling at peace? No idea, and it’s not like he could ever discover, right? The only thing he had always longed for the most, the feeling of community, of acceptance, is the thing most out of his reach there is. The one thing he cannot buy, cannot get.
He believed himself “a problem that deserved to stay hidden, never quite trusted myself or what I wanted”. Not only for his sexuality, for himself as a person, but being gay also played a role, of course it did. He never trusted what he wanted, why would he, when what he wants is shameful and forbidden. Being gay was never an option. First, being gay was unfathomable, something that made him different, shameful. Something his classmates joked and laughed about, about those people. Then, being gay was a thing brave, normal people were. The ones at the head of the protests, the ones marrying each other, the ones writing books, those were not princes. Even after learning his history, and that people like him have always been there, he’s still not allowed. Perhaps he would be, if only he had been born in another family, but he hasn’t, and there’s nothing he can do about it. Being gay was something brave people are, people who stand in the front, who aren’t afraid to look at hate in the eye, those who run away to be themselves, not caring the difficulties they might face on the way, those who hold hands and link arms and rest heads on each other’s shoulders, who found a community, who found people like them, and who aren’t letting go, who are protecting each other. And Henry, Henry was a coward. Would he be able to do that, to return home with a bloody nose and a broken arm, and still find the courage to wake up the next morning and know to have been in the right? To not regret it? Would Henry have accepted the fight, stood in the front of a revolution, or would he have hidden away, and watched from the sidelines?
Henry is proven wrong about being a coward, he’s brave, so brave, but he doesn’t see it.
Through the book, Henry begins to hope, to want to come out. Begins trusting himself, believing in himself. He stands up for himself, he won’t be locked away anymore, he will find a key, or he will make it himself.
Henry goes from someone hidden away to someone proud, unapologetic, and free.
Henry is unapologetically gay, and it took some time to get there, but he is, and he’s now helping other people on their journey to pride.
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Baby Moon- The Departure
Summary:
The day has come for the baby moon that Joel had promised you. However Joel not so keen on flying, needs a little reassurance that everything will be okay.
Warning: CONTAINS SMUT 18+
Here is part 2 of my Mistaken Identity One Shot. I have gotten many requests for a part 2 from readers especially @tiredweeb7 .
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This will be a multi part series if there is any interest.
Thank you for all the support and please let me know what you think!
Today was the day. Butterflies began to fill your stomach as soon as your eyes flickered opened. Today you and your husband Joel were going on that baby moon that he promised you. A four-day getaway to the Bahamas. Four days of zero kids, room service, and just you and Joel. You were now entering your fifth month of pregnancy and boy you were just glowing. Joel couldn’t keep his hands off of you. However, dealing with your hyperactive five-year-old and a teen who was busy with sports, left you and Joel exhausted and barely any time to yourselves. Just the thought of finally being alone with your husband made your inner thighs ache. You couldn’t wait for Joel to be between them again.
Looking over, you spotted the man of so many wet dreams still sleeping soundly on his side facing away from you. Scooting closer to him, you wrapped your arm around his bare stomach and took his hand into yours. It took a second for him to stir, but as you peppered kisses up and neck and shoulder, his breathing began to change, and he gingerly squeezed your hand back. “The sun’s barely even out darlin. Why the hell are you up so early?” he mumbled, not bothering to even open his eyes.
You giggled and buried your head into his neck, “Babe, I’m too excited to sleep. What time do we leave again?”
Joel lifted his head up and peaked at the clock, “Darlin, we don’t leave till like 8 tonight. Please try to go back to bed. Lord knows when Benny will be up.” Your five-year-old tended to be up at the early hours of the morning. He was an early riser like you and would barge into your bedroom as soon as his eyes opened.
“Babe, he isn’t going to be up for a while. You wore him out chasing him around the backyard last night. Can we just start this baby moon a little earlier,” you pouted your bottom lip out at him.
“You are such a brat,” Joel groaned finally turning around to face you. He then placed his hands on your growing belly and placed a quick kiss on it, “Please be like your ol’ man baby girl and be a sound sleeper like me. I would appreciate at least one of my kids not sendin me to an early grave.”
“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” you playfully smacked his shoulder. “Can I get my morning kiss now?” you battered your eyelashes at him.
Joel just rolled his eyes and leaned down gently pressing his lips down on yours. You moaned and began running your hands up his bare chest to the dark graying curls of his head. You loved the way they were silky smooth and ran through your fingers. You felt Joel start to pull away and it took all that you had to not pull him back. Your pregnancy hormones were going crazy.
“Where the hell are you going Miller?” you groaned as he began to sit up.
“I gotta take a leak darlin,” he laughed as he got out of bed. You couldn’t help but stare at his ass and thought about how good it looked in those black tight briefs of his.
By the time he got back, it seemed that your baby girl was awake too. She was kicking away at your insides causing you to groan in pain every once in a while. “I think we got another soccer player on our hands,” you laughed at the tiny but powerful thumps under your hands.
“Or maybe we can even put her in karate like we are gonna do with Ben. Maybe then she could kick those gross boys’ asses when I’m not around,” Joel joked but not really, as he got back into bed and took you into his arms. “Are you ready for a kid free vacation?”
“Yes very. Don’t get me wrong, I love the kiddos, but I can’t wait for some mommy and daddy time.”
“I can’t wait for that either darlin. I’ve missed you so much. As much as I love the late-night shower sex, I miss makin love to my wife in an actual bed,” he said as he moved the strap of your tank top and began to nibble at your collarbone.
You groaned leaning your head to the side so he could kiss your neck. “I also can’t wait to lounge around in the sun and work on my tan. Hopefully it can help with my stretch marks,” you said self-consciously. Even with Benny your stretch marks weren’t this bad this early.
Joel stopped his nibbling and took your face gently into his hands, “Hey they are beautiful darlin. It’s just a reminder that our little girl is growin in there. However, I wouldn’t mind latherin you up in sunscreen if you’d like. Gives me a chance to touch my wife all over out in public.”
“Such a dirty old man,” you laughed at him and kiss his lips. “I still can’t believe you even booked us first class tickets. I’ve never thought that I would fly first class.”
“And I’ve never thought I’d fly before,” Joel mumbled under his breath and laid back down.
You looked at him in complete shock. You thought you knew everything about him. “You’re kidding me, right? You have never flown? I thought you said you’ve been to Vegas before.”
Joel’s face grew red with embarrassment, and he pulled the covers over his face to hide it, “I did, and I drove there. I’ve just never been fond of the idea of someone else take my life into their hands in a big hunk of metal. Besides, I’ve heard too many horror stories about airports,” he told her honestly.
You pulled the covers back to take a look at him and you could see him nervously chewing on his bottom lip. “Well, I promise you that you have nothing to worry about babe. I have flown plenty of times and it’s always been smooth sailing. Besides you can’t necessarily drive to the Bahamas,” you reassured him.
However, before he could retort, the bedroom door flew open and a half asleep pissed off Sarah stood there with a giggling Benny in her arms. “I bring you your spawn,” she mumbled walking over to Joel and dumping Benny into his arms before walking off and closing the door behind her.
“Not gonna lie, she is starting to scare me,” you spoke up once she was gone. You could hear her bedroom door slam in the distance.
“It’s only gonna get worse darlin. Not to mention that we still have another 18 years ahead of us when baby girl gets here,” Joel chuckled as Benny squirmed in his arms. “Why were you in your sisters room bubba?”
“I was trying to find treats,” Benny told him honestly.
You took your son into your arms and began to tickle him, “I thought I told you that those are for her soccer team kiddo. If you are hungry, you should have come to get mommy. But sit up for a second buddy. Daddy and I need to talk to you about something. Do you remember mommy telling you that you are going to go stay with grandma and grandpa?”
“Yep, you said that they would even buy me a toy!” he smiled up at you with his big brown eyes.
“No buddy, I said that they might buy you a toy if you are good,” you corrected him. “But you are going to go stay with grandma and grandpa tonight. Mommy and daddy are leaving for a couple of days.”
You watched as his happy face slowly turned into a frown as he realized you were going to leave him. His brown eyes instantly began to fill with tears. “But…but I don’t want you to go,” he cried and threw himself back into Joel’s arms. “Don’t go daddy!”
Your eyes began to fill up with his own tears as you watched Joel comforting your son, running his hand up and down his back. “It’s gonna be alright bubba. Me and mommy will be back before you know it and we will even bring you somethin back. Besides Sarah will be with you and you get to go to her soccer game,” Joel told him. “You like goin to those.”
“We aren’t leaving for a while anyways baby, so how about I go make some French toast and you and daddy can play with your cars till we leave. How does that sound?” you said trying to prevent a melt down from happening.
“Can…can we have bacon too?” Benny hiccupped and wiped the tears from his eyes.
Both you and Joel let out a laugh. “Yes, baby I’ll make some bacon too. How about you and daddy lay here for a bit, and I’ll come get you when it’s all ready okay,” you then placed a kiss on his curly head and a kiss on Joel’s lips before getting up and heading to the bathroom to get ready.
Once in the kitchen, it didn’t take long for you to get breakfast started and by that point, Sarah was finally fully awake and came skipping into the kitchen happily. Those teenage hormones were almost just as bad as your pregnancy ones. “Hey mom, breakfast smells great,” she greeted you as she grabbed the orange juice out of the fridge.
You were still in heaven when Sarah called you mom. She started calling you that about two years into your relationship with Joel when he proposed to you. You practically broke into tears the first time she called you that when you were tucking her into bed one night. “Morning baby. Sorry about your brother earlier. He was apparently trying to get into your soccer snacks.”
“It’s okay. He is lucky that he is adorable,” she laughed. She loved her little brother so much. Being a big sister was something that Sarah had always dreamed of. “So, are you and dad all packed and ready to go?”
“Yeah, just finished packing last night. Listen though, we talked to Benny about us leaving today and he had a little bit of a breakdown. I know you are probably going to hang out with your friends this weekend, but if you see him being sad, can you just give him a hug and let him know that we will be home soon.”
Sarah could see your eyes fill with tears and came around the counter to give you one of her big hugs, “Hey’s its okay mom, of course I will. I told my friends that I’m busy this weekend anyways. I really wanted to hang out with Benny and the grandparents anyways.”
God this girl never ceases to amaze you. She was perfect and you hoped that your baby girl looked up to her as a role model. “Thank you, baby. Now go get your brother and dad. Hopefully they didn’t fall back asleep.”
“Miller men. Thank god we are about to outnumber them,” you heard her snark under her breath. You just chuckled to yourself and continued to plate breakfast. You had just put the bacon on the table when you heard Sarah call out to you. “Mom come here quick!”
Fearing the worst, you dropped everything that you were doing and took off towards the bedroom. “What, what is it?” you asked out of breath looking around the room and not seeing Joel or Benny.
Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. However, your fears were soon eased when you heard Benny’s little giggles coming from the bathroom.
“Look mommy!”
You made your way over to the bathroom and the sight before you almost made you burst into tears again. Joel, still shirtless was leaning over the sink trimming his mustache and beard, while Benny was next to him on the counter, shirtless as well with shaving cream all over his face.
“Look mommy I’m shaving like daddy!”
“Oh, you look so handsome baby, my little man. Stay still for me,” you told him as you went over to the nightstand to grab your phone. “Say cheese for me baby. Joel, turn around and look at me.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so darlin. Just take a picture of bubba,” Joel huffed trying to get out of the way.
“Joel Miller, stand next to your son now!” you snapped at him in your mom voice. Both Benny and Sarah let out muffled giggles as they watched their father get into trouble. Joel just gave you a small frown and stood next to Benny, obviously not happy. “Now smile or else.”
“Or else what darlin?” Joel tempted you, seeming to enjoy the authoritative side of you.
You placed you hands on your hips and tilted your head with a ‘really look.’ “Joel we are about to go on vacation alone with no kids. Do you really want to tempt me?”
That seemed to put Joel in check fast. His smug smile fell, and he quickly put his arm around Benny and gave you the fakest smile ever. You would take it and quickly took the picture before any more back talk happened, “See that wasn’t so hard was it. Now hurry up and get cleaned up. Breakfast is getting cold.”
Several hours later, after breakfast and a family day of going to the park and having a picnic with the kids, you and Joel were sitting at the airport waiting for your plane to board. You were both emotionally exhausted. You had booked your flight near Benny’s bedtime hoping you would avoid any meltdowns. However, Benny decided to throw the biggest tantrum ever. As soon as he saw you, especially Joel, heading for the door, he began screaming and kicking, trying to throw himself out of your dad’s arms. Your mom tried to convince you to rip the band aid off and just leave, but Joel couldn't leave his son in that state. He took Benny into his arms and walked him around the front yard for a bit till Benny calmed down. He then handed him back to your father and the tantrum started up again. That time you and Joel decided just leave otherwise you would be late for your flight. So, you said your goodbyes and took off to the airport, both of you trying to keep it together.
“I just feel so guilty,” you said leaning onto Joel’s shoulder. “I could still hear him crying from the truck.”
“I know darlin, I didn’t want to leave him either,” Joel sighed. “But we needed to leave him. We needed this trip.”
You knew Joel was right. This was the first time that you had left Benny for a long period of time and he had to learn to be separated from you. Especially when the baby comes, and you would most likely be having to spend a day or two at the hospital. You didn’t want another repeat of tonight.
Gathering up your things as they began to call boarding for your flight, you took Joel’s hand into yours and felt how sweaty it was, “You okay baby?”
“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just want to leave already,” you could hear the nervousness in his voice.
You couldn’t help but crack a smirk and wrap your arm around his waist, “It’s going to be okay. We will probably sleep through most of the flight anyways.”
“I ain’t sleepin a wink darlin. Don’t trust these damn things one bit. The sooner we get out of here, the better,” he mumbled. Normally it was cute when he acted like a grumpy old man, but after everything with Benny, you were exhausted and weren’t going to put up with much, much longer.”
A few minutes later you were boarding the flight and you were very excited. It still amazed you that you were boarding in first class. You would have been okay with sitting in coach cuddled up next to Joel for the next several hours. Finding your seats, Joel helped you put your carry ons up above before he sat next to you still looking stressed.
As the rest of the passengers began to fill the plane, a young flight attendant approached with some glasses of champagne, “Would you folks like a drink?” It looked so good. You missed alcohol.
“Really champagne, can you see that she is pregnant,” Joel snapped at the poor woman. “What kind of airline is this?”
“Joel calm the fuck down, it’s alright,” you looked at the flight attendant take a step back. If Joel got you thrown off the flight, he was dead. “I’m so sorry ma’am. This is my husbands first time flying and he is a little on edge. Can we just get some bottles of water. I thank you very much.” Once she left to get the water, you smacked Joel in the arm as hard as you could, “Alright you need to calm down now Miller. This is starting to get old. Take a look where we are. We are already on the plane, seated, and buckled up. We are going to the Bahamas whether you like it or not. Now sit back and shut the fuck up.”
Joel knew he pissed you off because he immediately sat back and shut his eyes, like he was afraid to look at you. When the flight attendant came back, that’s when Joel opened his eyes and turned to look at her, “I’m sorry about my outburst ma’am. I do apologize. My wife is right, I’m just a little nervous that’s all. I didn’t mean to be rude.”
“It’s okay sir, it happens more often than you think. At least you apologized. Here, I brought you your water and a little gift too. Normally we give these to kids who fly for the first time but figured you could use the laugh. Have a great flight folks,” she then handed Joel the water and a set of airplane wings that you could pin on your shirt.
“Aww how cute. Look at you being a big boy,” you teased him as you pinned the wings to him.
Joel then took your hands and placed them to his lips, giving them small kisses, “I’m sorry too darlin. I’m startin to act like Benny now. Once we are in the air, I’m sure that I’ll be fine. Sorry if I’m ruining the mood.”
“You’re not ruining the mood babe. I’m just tired. Let’s just try to enjoy this, okay?” You leaned up to give him a kiss.
By the time the plane started to move, you could feel Joel’s heart start to race underneath your hand that was placed on his chest. You secretly hoped that nothing would happen, otherwise you wouldn’t live it down. You began whispering sweet nothings into Joel’s ear to try to ease his mind and just kept holding his sweaty hand. Beads of sweat also started to form above his brow as the plane began to shake as it took off.
You kept comforting him until you felt the plane start to level off. “See babe that wasn’t so bad. Look,” you pointed out the window to show him the lights of Austin fading off in the distance. “See we’re good. We have nothing to worry about now. I love you Joel.”
“I love you too darlin and thank you.”
You figured that you were only asleep for about two hours when you felt the plane jerk slightly. You knew that it was a little bit of turbulence and you tried to go back to sleep. However, all of a sudden you felt Joel’s hand clamp down on yours. When you looked over at him, he was wide awake with his leg shaking up and down. “Hey, it’s okay, just a little bit of bad weather,” you told him rubbing his hand gently. “Did you sleep at all?”
“No, damn plane moved every time I closed my eyes.”
You felt so bad that Joel was nearly having a panic attack. You wished there was a way that you could take his mind off it and then it hit you. It was going to be risky, but you definitely knew that he would forget about all the turbulence. Looking over to see mostly everyone asleep in their own partition seats and the crew was busy with other things. You made sure that the partition that isolated your own seats was closed shut and you pulled the blanket at Joel’s feet up to his chest.
“Listen Papi, I want you to close your eyes and focus on breathing for me okay,” you whispered into his ear as you seductively ran your hand up and down his chest, moving lower each time.
“Wh-what are you doing?” he asked confused and looked around to see if anyone was looking. You only called him Papi in the bedroom during your intimate moments and he immediately felt his blood start to run south.
“Don’t worry my husband. Just close your eyes and relax. Let me take your mind off of things,” you whispered before biting his neck tenderly.
Joel did exactly what he was told and closed his eyes, groaning as he shifted himself lower in his seat. Once you saw that he was comfortable, you moved your hand lower underneath the blanket to his belt buckle, trying to be as quiet as possible to not draw attention to yourself. You decided to tease Joel by running your hand up and down the seam of his jeans, filling his hardening bulge growing underneath your hand as your husband did his best to try to keep still.
“How does that feel Papi? Did you ever think you would be getting lucky on a plane?” you whispered into his ear before nibbling on his ear lobe.
“F-feels so good. N-need you to touch me,” he moaned through his teeth and bucked his hips into your hand for some sort of relief.
You loved how easily you could make him putty in your hands. It was like a rush to you. Slowly bringing your hand back up; you popped his button open and slowly pulled his zipper down with the vibrations of this zipper causing Joel to moan and buck up again. You could feel the hardness and heat of his cock brushing against your hand. A wet spot was already beginning to form at the top of briefs from his leaking tip. All you wanted to do was lean down and put him into your mouth and clean it up. Instead, you twirled your finger slowly around his swollen red tip, gathering up the salty sticky slick up before you brought it up to your pouty lips and sucked it up. “You taste so good.”
“It’s yours darlin, always yours. Just fucking touch me please,” Joel begged under his breath.
You wanted to tease him a little bit more, but you knew that you were on borrowed time. With his help, you pushed his jeans and briefs down low enough for his rock-hard cock to spring out and thump against his stomach. It was so red and engorged that you could see the thick vein that ran from his base to his head pulsating. The sight made both your pussy and mouth water. You shakily took him into your hand. He was so big that it made your already tiny hand feel smaller. You swiped for thumb against his tip and Joel hissed throwing his head back slightly. Thank god the doors were blocking your affairs.
Using the slick that you gathered up, you began to firmly pump him up and down slowly. Joel groaned deeply to himself and opened his eyes to look at the blanket that had fallen down. He could see what you were doing to him. His cock had dripped more pre-cum that began to coat your hand, making him more slick. The feeling was fantastic. “F-fuck darling, f-feels so good,” he whispered hoarsely, “Please go faster.”
You obliged giving him a firm squeeze before moving your hand as fast as your position would allow. You could start to feel his cock tense in your hand as he bucked his hips in time with your hand. His breathing started to increase, and he could feel his balls start to tighten. You leaned up to nip at the vein that was protruding from his neck and that was enough to do him in. The thrusting of his hips turned sloppy and then stilled as his cock throbbed hard and hot white ropes of cum poured out coating your hand and the blanket that shielded you.
Joel leaned back against his seat completely exhausted and released the white-knuckle grip that he had on his seat. You pulled your hand from the blanket and licked up all that Joel had to offer you. You loved the way he tasted.
“You’re gonna kill me one day woman,” he managed to get out once he calmed down enough.
You just chuckled as you gently tucked him back into his pants, “Hey at least you would die a legend. Man dies on airplane after mind blowing hand job.”
“You’re lucky I love you darlin,” he muttered under his breath as he snatched the napkin that you handed him to clean himself up.
It was just in time too, because the flight attendant from earlier came around to do her checks on the cabin. “Are you folks doing, okay? That was some good turbulence there for a moment,” she asked.
“You know what, I think we hardly felt it. Isn’t that right honey,” you looked up at Joel blushing.
“Yep, hardly felt a thing. In fact, I think I may have gotten over my fear of flying,” he smiled back at you.
The flight attendant then bid you both a good night and let you be. Reclining both your seats back, you snuggled up close to Joel as much as you could, covering you both with the only clean blanket you had left. “I love you baby,” you told him as you placed a kiss on his chest.
“I love you too darlin. Get some rest. We have four days of a baby moon ahead of us. Maybe even on the way back, we can even join the mile high club that everyone talks about,” he whispered to you as he wrapped his arm around you and placed his other hand on your belly.
“See, I told you flying wasn’t that bad. Good night, Joel.”
“Good night darlin.”
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Mockingbird
Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x F!Reader
Genre: Crack, fluff
Word count: 1K
Warnings: Canon divergent, OOC, accidental punching, Shin is insufferable
You were born rotten, but he had a chance.
pt. 1 | previous | playlist
Shinichiro waited on you to close the tattoo shop, patiently leaning on the wall of the building opposite the tattoo shop, smoking, running his fingers through his hair every once in a while as he tapped his foot on the concrete, waiting.
Wakasa already left, after getting strict instructions on aftercare and a promise from you that you’ll skin him if he fights before the tattoo heals, and he did not lose any time mocking Shinichiro for deciding to wait for you.
Shin merely shrugged, grinning wildly.
He thought it’d be cute to surprise you, maybe take you out for a drink if you had time, or to just go for a walk.
He missed his girlfriend, after all, even if he just spent 5 hours casually chatting with you.
Were you even his girlfriend? There were no labels established yet, but he chose to call you as such in his mind, sue him, he’s weak and you’re pretty.
He straightened up when you exited the shop, your bag slung over your shoulder as you barely even glanced around you, letting out a long, exhausted sigh as you fiddled with the keys.
Thoughtlessly, and with a large smile, he approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your neck.
“Hi bab- OW!”
Before he could finish his sentence, your elbow connected with his face.
“Ow. That hurt.” He stumbled back, rubbing his now aching jaw, looking up at you with betrayal.
“Shin, what the fuck?!” You fumed, the look in your eyes turning to worry as soon as you saw him staring at you like a puppy.
Cursing softly, you stepped closer, cupping his face in your hands as you observed the spot you hit, softly passing your thumb over it.
“I’m starting to think beating the shit out of me is your love language.” Half joking, half serious, he wiped the tear forming in his eye, riveting in the feeling of your warm, soft hands on his face.
You softly laughed, standing on your tip-toes to gingerly kiss the angry mark on his face, nuzzling your nose into his cheek.
“You know, you’re right, it was my fault for sneaking up on a karate and kickboxing champion.” He shook his head, wrapping his arms around your waist, “This is what I get.”
“Correct.” Nodding, your hand sneaked to his chin, softly tilting it downwards.
His heart raced as you kissed him, sweetly and slowly, smirking into the kiss.
“Apology accepted.” He murmured against your lips, his eyes still closed as he leaned his forehead against yours, and you merely rolled your eyes.
“You are so fucking stupid.”
He grinned.
“I know.”
“You’re lucky you’re cute. With your hair down, that is. When it’s up I just wanna punch you.”
He laughed, shaking his head as he planted a soft kiss on your forehead.
“Walk me home?”
“Sure, baby boy, just let me lock up the studio.”
He waited a couple of seconds as you did, turning back towards him with a smile.
“Ready?”
He nodded.
Without thinking, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, grinning as you kicked and trashed.
“SANO! PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!”
“Nuh-uh! I’m stealing you.”
“SHINICHIRO!”
He eventually did put you down, in front of his damn house, grinning ear to ear as you jokingly punched his shoulder.
“That was horrible.” Shaking yourself off, you crossed your arms, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.
“Oh come on, you love me.” He grinned, planting a soft kiss on your temple.
“Blink twice if he’s blackmailing you.” A new voice called out, and you peeked over Shinichiro’s shoulder to observe the speaker.
It was the same tan, white-haired teen you saw cosplaying as a jungle gym for those kids weeks ago.
Shinichiro flushed, annoyance appearing on his face.
“��Zana! How hard it is to believe someone would date me?!”
“Oh, not at all, we just assumed it’d be Takeomi.” Shrugging, the teen entered the gate to the house, leaving you be.
You raised an eyebrow.
“Guess that’s how you meet my chaotic little brother.” Shinichiro sighed, running his fingers through his hair.
You snickered, glancing back at the house.
“He’s adorable. Looks like a little angel.”
Shinichiro scoffed.
“Izana’s anything but an angel. If nothing, he’s a fucking menace,” Glancing back to find Izana peering through the window, Shin flipped him off, his face softening, “He’s our grandpa’s pride and joy though, always so hardworking, a smart little creature too. Grandpa has a dojo, and Izana is very skilled in martial arts. Don’t tell Mikey that though, he’ll probably try to break Izana’s legs.”
You let out a surprised laugh, smirking.
“Your family sounds like fun.”
“Shut it.”
“No, no, it’s cute that your brother ships you with your best friend.”
“Please, be quiet, I beg.”
“Grandpa, Shinichiro’s girl is outside!” Izana called out as soon as he stepped into the house, taking a few seconds to take off his shoes and leave the jacket by the door.
“SHE IS?!”
Izana didn’t know his grandfather could move so fast.
“SHINICHIRO! WHY ARE YOU BEING SO RUDE?! INVITE HER IN!” Sprinting, an old, seemingly frail man stopped at the gate, taking a long breath as he glared daggers at Shinichiro’s skull before taking a few purposeful steps towards you, taking your hand into his and shaking it, slightly bowing, “Pleased to meet you dear! I’m Sano Mansaku. Come in, come in!”
Awkwardly bowing, you smiled, trying to not burst out laughing as Shin stood behind his grandpa, wildly gesticulating a cutthroat motion with a panicked look on his face.
“I would love to sir, but I haven’t brought any gifts, it’d be terribly rude of me.”
The man shook his head, smiling.
“Please, Mansaku is fine, and no need to bring anything! You should write down dating my grandson as charity enough!”
“GRANDPA!” Offended, Shinichiro scoffed, only to promptly shut up when his grandfather’s face turned serious, glaring.
“Come on in! Anyways, I hear you’re a karate champion, but also trained in other martial arts, I coach judo personally.“
You politely smiled, nodding.
“Ah, yes, I was trained in karate, kickboxing, muay Thai, krav maga, taekwondo and Brazilian jiujitsu. Never got to judo, unfortunately.”
Shinichiro’s face fell just as his grandfather’s lit up, and Shin trailed behind you and his grandfather, noting down the date as the day his own family will replace him.
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a/n: updating this in the club, someone come and save me 😭 also, forgot to mention in the last chapter but y/n’s tattoos represent her and kazutora respectively. hers are black and grey and a rotting skeleton because she sees herself as such, while kazutora’s is colourful and depicting a tiger roaring (yes y/n has like 4 tiger tattoos, she loves her lil bro very much)
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someday soon (884 words) by Winchesterek
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Original Child Character(s)
Additional Tags: Adopted Children, Kid Fic, Teacher Derek Hale, Fluff, Parents Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf Derek Hale, Human Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf Children, Slice of Life, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, POV Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Hale Fire (Teen Wolf)
Series: Part 2 of Teacher Derek AU
For @sterekweekly threshold, @sterekfests baking, @sterekbingo domestic, and @warmandfluffybingocards free space.
The first thing that hit him when he came into the house was the fragrant scent of baked apples. Fall was Stiles’ favorite season. The way the air started to chill and it was just cool enough for him to wear a light jacket or hoodie, but not cold enough for him to wear something like a scarf. It never got that cold in California anyway.
But Fall. Fall was perfect. Everyone started worshiping pumpkin spice, even if Stiles didn't care for it, and the energy surrounding the changing seasons always gave him life despite the world dying around him.
“I’m home!” Stiles called into the house, locking the door behind him with one hand and gripping a grocery bag in the other.
Several little feet came trampling down the stairs before Hailey was yelling, “Daddy!” and Scarlett and James were shouting, “Uncle Stiles!”
Stiles laughed as they surrounded him and squeezed him tight with all their little werewolf strength.
“Where’s Derek?” he asked as he rubbed each of them with one hand, making sure to scent mark each of them.
“He’s in the kitchen!” Hailey practically screamed at him with glee.
“Making apples!” James put in.
“Not apples,” Scarlett chided her brother. “Apple pie! Like grandma used to make!”
That twisted Stiles’ heart in his chest, knowing that sometimes thoughts of his family weren't the best thing for Derek to relive. But pie had to be a good thing, right? Otherwise, why would Derek be making it?
“Oh, apple pie!” James repeated belatedly while Scarlett shook her head at him.
Hailey grabbed Stiles’ free hand and said, “Come on, Daddy!”
He, of course, couldn't deny her. So Stiles followed Hailey into the kitchen with Scarlett and James following behind him.
When they crossed the threshold into the kitchen, Derek was at the oven with the door open, peering into it.
“I brought the turkey breast for our Thanksgiving trial run,” Stiles teased as he raised the bag in his child-free hand. Derek turned around and closed the oven, casting them all a smile.
“Great. But you know we’ll need a giant turkey for our actual Thanksgiving.” Derek crossed the short space between them to take the bag from Stiles and pressed a kiss to his lips. The kids squealed like they always did when they kissed each other. It still made Stiles chuckle after a year of them being together.
“More like two or three turkeys. We might need one for each werewolf that shows up and then we have these little munchkins.” Stiles fake-growled at them and the kids giggled, running out of the kitchen and back up the stairs. Any other time of day and Stiles would be chasing them, getting them ready for bed, and then tucked in for the night.
But right now he needed Derek. He smiled and wrapped his arms around Derek’s neck and kissed him again. “How many pies do you have cooking?”
“Three,” Derek replied, wrapping one arm around Stiles and holding him close. “One for the kids and two for us.”
Stiles laughed and kissed Derek again, smiling against his lips.
“Good. Maybe we can take one to bed later and have a snack ‘cause I think we might be up a little late tonight.” Stiles brushed his nose against Derek’s, teething his own lip. “I missed you a lot today…and I need you. All of you.”
Derek gave a muffled moan against Stiles’ neck before sighing and raising his head to kiss Stiles again. “Later,” he promised quietly. “I’ll knot you until you pass out.”
“My hero,” Stiles joked and reluctantly pulled away. “You want me to deal with the turkey?”
“It’s okay. I’ll do it. I’m sure the kids would love to show you their blanket fort where they’ve been having tea time. Then maybe you can get them washed up and ready for dinner? That way as soon as they’re done they’re off to bed after a story or two.”
Stiles smirked and gave Derek a once over. And damn, he was fine. Stiles knew he’d always see Derek this way, even when his hair and beard started to gray. “Someone’s thought this through.”
“Maybe just a little,” Derek replied, putting the bag on the counter. “I’ve had all afternoon to come up with a master plan”
Stiles snorted a small laugh and gave Derek a heated look, wanting to do nothing more than to push Derek up against the counter and drop to his knees until Derek was coming down his throat. But he couldn't do that. Not yet anyway. “Okay, I’m gonna go check out the blanket fort and maybe have a tea party too.”
“I’ll call you guys when dinner is done.”
“And we’ll be ready.” With one last look, Stiles turned and headed up the stairs. They’d grown so much during the last year as a family and Stiles couldn't wait for all the adventures that lay ahead of them.
And maybe someday soon he’d ask Derek to marry him. It wasn't as if Stiles hadn't bought the ring already, because some days it felt like it was burning a hole into his pocket. He reached down to feel if the small box was still there, just to make sure, and smiled.
Yeah. Maybe someday soon.
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@steddie-week day 7 free space
I have chosen alternate meeting/ Eddie gets involved sooner (takes place somewhere between season 2 and season 3)
This contains canon-typical violence and injuries.
It was supposed to be easy. Will and El had only felt a slight pull, the barest connection to the Upside Down. So everyone had split up into pairs or small groups. Each younger kid paired with at least one older teen or adult. Searching Hawkins for any sign of a gate. Everyone was to return to the Byers' place after two hours of searching to feedback what, if anything, had been found.
But it couldn't stay that easy. Steve and Dustin had been tasked with searching the woods near the Forest Hills trailer park. It had been slow going, until they heard a harsh screech that could only be that of a Demogorgon. Steve took off running in the direction of the sound, pulling his spiked bat out of his bag and gripping it tightly. Dustin trailed behind him slightly, but Steve didn't care. It would be better for Dustin to stay back, to be further out of reach. He didn't care if he got hurt, but would never forgive himself if one of the kids did.
As soon as he was within reach of the Demogorgon, he swung, catching it deep in the side. As the bat connected, he was aware of a pained cry. He didn't really process the sound until he'd beat the Demogorgon back and away. Stunning it long enough to drop the bat and pull out a can of hairspray and his lighter.
"Now's not the time for doing your hair, Steve," Dustin commented from behind him.
"There's always time to learn the best use of hairspray," Steve replied, and lit the lighter. He aimed the hairspray at the Demogorgon, and sprayed it through the flame, creating a makeshift flamethrower. The Demogorgon recoiled from the fire, pulling back until it disappeared, leaving only a tiny residual gate. Steve then remembered the cry of pain, and turned around, seeing another guy on the ground, bleeding from his thigh.
"Munson? Did it get you?" Steve moved over to him, wanting to check out the injury.
"Of course it fucking got me. But what the hell was that thing, Harrington? Because you obviously saw it to, the way you just went all defender on it. When I first saw it, I just thought I'd smoked too much." Eddie replied, wincing repeatedly because of the pain.
"We shouldn't talk about it here. I'll tell you when I can get you somewhere secure. I just need to check your wound, then I'll get you out of here." Steve checked the gash on Eddie's leg. It didn't look as bad as he was expecting, but would need cleaning up, and maybe some stitches. He pulled his backpack off his back for the small first aid kit he kept in there. He wrapped the wound, and tied a makeshift tourniquet above it. He hated that he wasn't able to give the proper wound care, but knew it was more important to get him out of there before the Demogorgon could be drawn back by the scent of the blood.
"Henderson, grab my bat and call it in. Also, walk ahead so you can unlock the car, have the passenger door open ready for me. I'm gonna get Munson to the car." Steve directed, pulling his car keys out and handing them over to Dustin. He took a minute to decide the best way to move Eddie. He could support him on the side that was injured and walk together. Or he could carry him. He knew which one would be easier, and faster.
"Okay, Munson. I'm going to carry you out of here. I'll get you somewhere safe." Steve said, before lifting Eddie carefully, trying his best not to jostle his leg too much. He moved slowly, being aware of where he was placing his feet, but also staying hypervigilant for any sign that the Demogorgon had come back. He got to the car, where Dustin had done exactly as he asked. He got Eddie situated in the passenger seat, making sure he was buckled in.
"My knight in a shining polo." Eddie joked as Steve moved to shut the door.
Steve ignored the comment, and climbed into the drivers seat, Dustin had got the keys ready in the ignition. He sped away, faster than he would usually drive.
"Where are we going?" Eddie asked after a moment, his voice uncertain. "I just need to know I've not been kidnapped by the golden boy and his sidekick."
"The Byers' house. They all know about this. And I'm not his sidekick." Dustin replied from the backseat, fiddling with his radio.
"And haven't you heard? I've not been the golden boy since Hargrove showed up." Steve added, a slight bitterness to his tone.
"And are either of you going to explain what this is? Or what that fucking thing was." Eddie demanded.
"It's a Demogorgon," Dustin said.
"Demogorgon. Right."
"Long story short, all the weird shit that has happened in the last eighteen months has been connected. The Hawkins Lab is what set it off, and that thing is a result of one of their experiments." Steve explained quickly. "I'll give you a better highlights reel when I'm not driving."
Steve quickly swung off the road into the Byers' drive, taking note of who would be there. Both Joyce and Jonathan's cars were parked outside, but Hopper's wasn't there yet. He climbed out of the car, deciding on the best course of action.
"Henderson, can you grab my duffle bag, and first aid kit from the trunk?" Dustin nodded and moved round to the back of the car. "Now, Munson, do you think you can walk with some help, or do you need me to carry you again?"
"I can walk, I'm not your damsel in distress, Harrington." Eddie spat back.
"Here." Dustin held out the first-aid backpack, large enough that the stock rivalled any EMT's kit. Steve swung it onto his back, before helping Eddie out of the car. He wrapped his arm securely around Eddie's waist and started to guide him into the house.
"Oh, my. What happened?" Joyce rushed over as they entered the house, followed by Jonathan, Nancy, Mike, Lucas, Will, and Max.
"He got clipped by a Demogorgon's claw. I got it off him before it could do any real damage." Steve replied. "I'm going to take over the bathroom to check him out. Can I have a chair in there for him to sit on?"
"Of course," Joyce grabbed a chair from the kitchen table and carried it down the hall.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Nancy asked as she stepped forward. "I mean, I could-"
"Which one of us has multiple first aid certifications, Nancy?" Steve snapped back as he continued toward the bathroom.
"Do you need anything else? Or are you okay on your own?" Joyce asked as Steve helped Eddie into the bathroom, and sat him down on the chair.
"I've got this. Can you just keep everyone else out? Maybe send Hop in when he gets here?" Steve replied.
"Sure thing, just shout if you change your mind." Joyce patted Steve on the shoulder before leaving the room.
Dustin swung the duffle bag inside the door, and waved before shutting it behind him.
"What was that with Wheeler? Trouble in paradise?" Eddie teased as Steve started to unpack what he knew he would need from the first aid kit.
Steve snorted in response. "I don't know what rock you've been living under, but we've not been together since November. It seemed like it was the hottest gossip in the school when she ran off with Jonathan the moment it was over."
"Damn." Was Eddie's only reply.
Steve worked in silence to start with. Washing his hands thoroughly, before removing the temporary dressing he'd applied. He pulled Eddie's boots off before going for his belt.
"At least buy me dinner first, Harrington." Eddie joked as Steve started to remove his jeans.
"Maybe later," Steve replied as he eased the denim over the cut. Once he was no longer worried about causing further damage, he pulled them right off and dropped them in the bathtub.
"Okay, so I need to clean and disinfect the wound before I can really assess it for what care it needs," Steve explained as he washed his hands again, and pulled on a pair of gloves. He ran through his mental checklist of how to properly clean the wound, knowing it was more important than ever as he didn't know what Upside Down shit could be in it.
"You're the expert, man," Eddie replied, watching as Steve set to work. "Maybe give me that highlights reel while you're doing it? Keep me distracted from the pain."
"Right, yeah, so. The lab basically experimented on kids. Like it took kids with extra abilities, or gave kids extra abilities." Steve started.
"Abilities, like superpowers?" Eddie cut in.
"Pretty much, yeah. We know where one is, and we know the basics about another. There were at least eleven, but we don't know what happened to any of the others." Steve explained.
"How do you know there were so many if you only know about two?"
"Because the one we know is number Eleven. It's tattooed on her wrist. You'll meet her when Hopper shows up, she's staying with him. She's about the same age as the other kids, so like thirteen."
"Jesus." Eddie drew out the word. "And Hopper, as in Chief Hopper?"
"Uh-huh." Steve mumbled as he focused on cleaning around the cut, it was kind of deep, but nowhere near as bad as Steve had feared when he first saw it.
"This isn't some kind of sting operation to get me for dealing, is it Harrington?" Eddie joked, wincing as the skin on his leg moved.
"Yeah, you got me. And Henderson is really a forty-five-year-old secret agent that we brought in specially to throw you off our trail." Steve deadpanned.
Eddie burst out laughing, then winced again. "Okay, don't make me laugh, it makes it feel like my heart is trying to beat out of my leg."
"Sorry." Steve apologized before continuing. "And basically something happened with one of the experiments which opened a gate to this weird, fucked up version of Hawkins. We've been calling it the Upside Down. It's where that monster comes from."
"Demogorgon. As in from D&D?" Eddie asked.
"Yeah, I guess so. The kids are the ones that named it, they play that game." Steve replied. "So, it really kicked off in November '83. Remember when Will Byers went missing? He got taken by the Demogorgon into the Upside Down. Eleven escaped the lab the same night. Joyce and Hopper were searching for him, the lab were searching for El. The other boys found El. Benny was involved somehow, the lab killed him and made it look like suicide."
"What the fuck. How is it not making all the news about this fucked up shit?"
"It's the government. We all had to sign a bunch of NDA's with the understanding that the story got killed or we did. We have to keep it between as few people as possible." Steve's voice was anxious. "I know that everyone involved has had their phone bugged. The kids use walkies because it's harder to trace, they got me one for Christmas."
"Christ, it's no wonder you basically changed over night if you felt like you were looking over your shoulder all the time. But what else happened, how did you get dragged into it?"
"All the weird deaths and disappearances that happened around them were connected. The lab made a fake body for Will. Hopper caught on to the lab, and investigated it. El helped find Will in the Upside Down with her mind powers, Hopper and Joyce went in to get him out. I got pulled in because I came here to apologize to Jonathan after that fight, he and Nancy were here and the thing came through the ceiling. It disappeared and they told me to leave. I was about to get in my car, and the lights went crazy, meaning it came back. I came back in, grabbed the nail bat off the floor and beat it off. That's the major highlights of round one." Steve finished up flushing the cut with saline.
"How many rounds have there been?" Eddie questioned.
"This is going to be number three. Round two was less big, I guess, than round one, like it wasn't catching the attention of the public much, but I was caught in it more. It came to a head in November. A leak from the lab caused tunnels to form under the town. They were like halfway between our world and the Upside Down. And was killing plants and stuff. This thing kept bugging Will, and he got infected by this thing? I don't really understand it but the kids called it a Mind Flayer? The gate had reopened at the lab, and there were these dog things which were basically baby Demogorgons. Henderson dragged me into hunting for them, and I had to protect him and the other kids from it, while Hopper took El to close the gate, and Joyce, Nancy and Jonathan were getting the thing out of Will. Bob from Radio Shack was killed by the dog things. I know there's more to it, but that's the basics." Steve explained, as he disinfected the wound. He was pulled out of the story by a knock at the door.
"You decent in there? Can I come in?" Hopper's gruff voice came.
"Yeah." Steve replied, pulling off his gloves.
Hopper slipped into the bathroom, taking in the scene. "Joyce told me what happened, how's it looking?" He asked.
"Okay. I've got it cleaned and disinfected. I thought it was going to be worse than it is. And Munson hasn't been the nightmare patient I thought he would be." Steve replied.
"Hey, speak for yourself. It's been feeling like my leg was about to fall off. And Harrington has brought me up to speed on this monster hunting thing." Eddie added.
"I don't know if that's going to need stitches, it looks pretty deep." Hopper observed as he inspected the wound. "And I've called Owens, but it's going to be a while before he get here."
"I can do them, I've got a suture kit." Steve started digging in his first aid bag.
"You sure? If you've never done it before, you don't want to make it worse."
"I took an advanced first aid course when I went back to lifeguarding last summer. It included how to do stitches. I've only had to do them on fake skin before, but I can do it. It'll be better than him bleeding with a demogorgon on the loose." Steve replied, more confidently than he felt. "Can you find something he can bite down on? I know it's going to hurt."
"I'll be right back." While Hopper was out of the room, Steve washed his hands again and put on fresh gloves, prepping the suture supplies.
"Here." Hopper came back in with a wooden spoon and handed it to Eddie.
Steve stitched up the wounds carefully, making sure each one was tied off securely. He took his time, checking each one before moving onto the next.
"Okay, that's the last one. I just need to dress it." Steve pulled back after tying off the last one.
"Damn, Harrington, you ever think about going into medicine or healthcare or some shit?" Eddie asked after he spat out the spoon.
Steve snorted. "Munson, you're in like half my classes when you bother to show up. You've seen what my grades are like. A C minus average is going to be enough to get me to graduation, but it won't get me anywhere toward being a doctor."
"Doesn't have to be a doctor. There's other options that don't need the same grades. Kid, I think you'd make a damn good paramedic." Hopper replied, squeezing Steve's shoulder. "Someone like you would be invaluable at some of the emergencies I've attended."
Steve blushed at the praise, and looked down staring at the dressings in the first aid kit. He pulled out what he needed and dressed the wound. "When Dr Owens gets here he'll need to check it out, but I think it'll be okay until he gets here."
"You did good, kid. I'll leave you to finish cleaning up. When you're ready, we need to work out what happens next." Hopper left the room, leaving Steve and Eddie alone.
Steve didn't say anything as he picked up and threw out all the used supplies, before repacking the first aid kit. He grabbed the duffle bag, digging in it until he found a pair of sweats and handed them to Eddie. "Put those on."
"I could just put my jeans back on, I don't need your clothes." Eddie replied as he took them. He then nearly choked on air as Steve started to strip his own shirt off. "Whoa, big boy. What are you doing?"
"The Demogorgon is attracted by blood. I've got your blood all over my clothes, so I need to change. We can get the blood out of everything, but we need to be in clean clothes right now." Steve explained as he took off his jeans, emptying his pockets onto the floor.
Eddie quickly averted his eyes as he slowly moved to pull the sweats on. "Yeah, but haven't you heard? There's a reason why I don't go near the locker rooms at school."
"It's the same reason that I have to be careful not to let my eyes wander or linger in the locker rooms and showers." Steve said softly as he pulled on his clean clothing, a soft Henley and a clean pair of jeans.
"You mean you- you're. You like?" Eddie was stunned at Steve's admission. "But what about?"
"Both. I, uh, like both." Steve whispered, like he was afraid of what Eddie would say.
"Same. I prefer dudes, but why limit yourself." Eddie shot Steve a reassuring smile.
"Yeah." Steve smiled nervously. "Do you need help with anything?"
"Can you help me get my boots on? I don't think I can bend like that right now."
Steve nodded, and got down on his knees to help Eddie with his shoes. When they were ready to move back out, Steve grabbed the duffle bag and first aid kit in one hand, and supported Eddie with the other as they went to join the others for the inevitable fight over who got to go out to deal with the gate. A map was laid out on the table, using the information from Steve, Eddie, and Dustin, the rough area where the Demogorgon had been seen got marked out.
"All kids other than El are staying here." Hopper declared, to immediate protests from all the other kids. "Look, it's not safe. The only ones that should be out there are me, El, and Harrington."
"I can shoot. I could-" Nancy started, only to get cut off by Hopper.
"We know bullets don't work against it. I've got my gun if I need it. But Harrington knows where it happened, and has held his own against these before. He's one of the only ones that can fight them." Hopper shut down the others trying to jump in.
"I want to go with Harrington." Eddie cut in. "Cause I still don't understand what's going on, and I think I trust him the most right now."
"Eddie, no. You're hurt, and you'll make yourself a target, it's too dangerous." Steve replied.
"But-"
"You could be a help by being the distraction."
"Against the monster?"
"Almost. Against the kids, while we get out of here. Do you mind if I throw you under the bus a little?"
"What, I-?"
Steve smirked a little, before sticking his fingers in his mouth and letting out a loud, sharp whistle, which got everyone to stop arguing.
"Asshole." Eddie muttered as he winced away from the sound.
"Hey, dipshits. You know that Munson runs the Dwarves and Dickheads club at Hawkins High, right?" Steve called, which prompted another round of protests, but this time at Steve for messing up the name.
"I was starting to like you, but butchering the name like that hurts, Harrington." Eddie replied quietly.
Steve laughed a little. "I know what it's called. I just like to mess with them. Sorry."
Steve was able to get out with Hopper and El pretty quickly, once the other kids had their attention on Eddie. He felt a little uncomfortable, but was grateful that he wasn't the one stuck trying to keep the other kids out of trouble this time, as it hadn't worked out so well before. He also felt kinda bad for leaving Eddie, and he didn't quite understand why. Maybe because he was the one that was closest when Eddie fell into it. He led the way once they were in the general area, keeping his hands firm on the bat, staying hyper-aware of his surroundings.
"This is where we saw it." Steve stopped, seeing the bloodstain on the ground, as well as the empty hairspray can that he'd thrown aside.
"You sure?" Hopper asked.
"Yeah. The blood is where Eddie was, and I used that as a flamethrower." Steve pointed at the can. "And it disappeared over there."
"Farrah Fawcett, really Harrington?" Hopper asked, amusement clear in his voice.
"Shut up." Steve groaned.
They searched the area, using a compass and a flashlight to track the abnormalities. Both started going wild moments before the Demogorgon burst through a gate near the base of a tree. Steve and Hopper flanked El as she did the work, screams coming both from her and the Demogorgon as she held it off with her powers. Time seemed to freeze for a second before the Demogorgon fell to the ground, unmoving. El stopped for a moment, before throwing both hands out, screaming as the Demogorgon's body was pulled back through the gate, which stitched itself up.
By the time they got back to the Byers', sleek black cars that could only mean the government had started to show up.
After a quick rundown of what had happened, Owens stopped to check over Eddie's leg while everyone else started signing the NDAs. He was happy with the stitches, and the care Steve had taken to clean it up. He would get a course of antibiotics arranged to prevent any Upside Down related infection. And he gave very strict instructions that Eddie was to have an appointment with him after a few days to have the stitches removed, and that he would need frequent blood tests in the following weeks to ensure that there were no residual issues caused by the cut being from an Upside Down creature.
"What's the verdict?" Steve asked as Eddie limped over and dropped into the seat next to him.
"You did a good job, I'm allowed to keep it." Eddie replied as a stack of paper appeared in front of him.
"Great. You might not keep your hand after this, because you have to sign your name so many times it'll feel like it's going to drop off. But it basically sign here, initial there, keep your mouth shut or else, but they do cover any medical expense for any injury directly caused by their shit. Oh, and enjoy the free helping of trauma and nightmare fuel." Steve explained in a false light tone.
"How the hell do they get away with this shit?" Eddie muttered as he scanned the first page.
"That's under the keep your mouth shut or else clause." Steve joked, before taking a more serious tone. "None of us want anyone we care about to get hurt or into trouble. That's why we keep our mouths shut. Since Owens has been in charge, it's not been as bad. But we all know if anyone slips up and anything gets out, Owens could be pushed out, and who knows how bad the next guy will be. At least he kind of works with us."
"Yeah, I guess. But they don't seem that useful, showing up after it's all over."
"Oh, they're not. We do the dirty work, and they handle the cleanup. They'll hang around for a bit, then they'll fuck off again."
Quiet conversations drifted in and out until all the paperwork was collected back in, and they were allowed to leave. Steve made sure he had his bags, and his and Eddie's bloodied clothing in a plastic bag.
"I can take Munson, Max, and Henderson," Steve said as he waited by the door. Max and Dustin rushed out, squabbling over who got the front seat.
"Hey, dipshits. Both of you are in the back. Eddie's injured so he gets the front." Steve directed. He unlocked the car so they could get in, moving around to the back to drop everything in the trunk.
Steve was quiet for the start of the drive, while Eddie flicked through and criticised some of the tapes Steve kept in the car. He dropped off Max first, staying beyond the end of the drive and watching as she made it into the house. He waited until he saw the two flashes of light from her room that she used as a safe signal before pulling away.
"What was that about?" Eddie asked.
"Her stepbrother is Billy Hargrove." Steve gave as the basic explanation, knowing Eddie would understand.
Eddie hummed in understanding, "So he's an asshole to her too?"
Steve nodded, and kept driving. He dropped Dustin off, and got a hug from the kid. He stayed in the driveway until he was inside, waving to Claudia as she came to the door.
Steve drove off, heading straight for Loch Nora. "Do you want to stay at mine tonight? I know how hard it is to be alone after your first encounter with this shit."
"Your parents?" Eddie started to ask.
"Aren't even in the country. It's just me and you."
"Yeah, sure, why not. What will it be, a total rager pool party?"
"I uh. I haven't used my pool since this shit started." Steve admitted quietly.
"Why? I know it's a fancy heated pool, from those times I sold at your parties." Eddie asked, aware of Steve's change in mood.
"Do you remember Barb Holland?"
"Wasn't she the one that died from that-" Eddie's eyes widened in realization, "-the leak from the lab. Supposedly a chemical spill."
"Yeah. The Demogorgon killed her. The last place she was seen alive was in my backyard. She was dragged into Upside Down through the pool." Steve explained.
"Holy shit." Eddie breathed. "And you live knowing that happened right outside your house. I could never fucking deal with that shit."
Steve just shrugged as he kept driving. Once he parked outside his house, he helped Eddie out and inside. He got Eddie situated on the couch, before going out into the kitchen. He returned with two cans of beer, handing one to Eddie.
"Hey Munson, how about I buy you that dinner sometime?"
This ended up with way more dialogue than I intended, and it was more rushed than I would have liked it. One day I may come back to this and polish it but I am pretty happy with it.
And I wrote 4.5k words in a day which is way more than I've ever done before.
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Hey!
If you’re comfortable with it, may I request the companions reacting to a teen (14-16) Inquisitor? And/or some platonic headcannons with them (like how they may treat them differently to an adult Inquisitor or if they’d be more protective of them because of their age), and how this person who isn’t even an adult is basically tasked to save the world. This feels like it has the potential to be really fluffy and angsty.
Have a nice day/night!
“Companions react to Teen!Inquisitor”
Who’s ready for the Parent-quisition? Because I am! Poor kid’s got 12 parents and they all teach a lesson. Are they good lessons? Maybe not.
-Lord Lex
Cullen
-He’s used to young recruits, but a child leading the inquisition? He’ll argue with Cassandra and Leliana about it but there’s no changing it. You have the mark and you’re able to close the rifts. It bothers him so much to hear you ask what certain things are when an actual leader would. Don’t get him wrong, he’s impressed with everything you do but a child of your age should be worrying about chores or having fun, not leading an entire army. He’ll do his best to advise you.
Josephine
-I’ve said it before but Mama Bird is watching over you. Out of everyone, she is the most against this. As much as you have proved yourself, you are still young! Yes you have the mark, but can’t someone else run it? She never fully gives up on this argument but she does try to make it easier for you. She’ll even tutor you herself on certain subjects so that you have a better understanding or that you don’t stress too much. Josey’s an older sister, she won’t let you go into this blind.
Leliana
-Listen, she was just as surprised as Cassandra was when they found you amongst the rubble, not to mention with the mark on your hand. It’s the first time she’s ever seen Cassandra back off an interrogation so quickly. But since then, you have proven yourself and have even impressed Leliana. She has no objection to you becoming the Inquisitor. She’ll help where needed and take some of the more gruesome problems to the others so that you don’t have to know the details. I mean, Josey had to stop her from explaining to you how she’ll take down some of your enemies.
Vivienne
-Vivienne never wanted kids, she thought she’d never be able to stand them nor give them a good childhood. And yet, here we are, her watching over you and sitting with you to teach you whatever you like. When she got word that the Herald was young, she hadn’t expected a young teen. She won’t treat you like a child but a growing adult, eventually you’ll have to learn about the world and it would be better sooner than later. Has you under her wing and shows you that the ice queen can, indeed, be warm hearted.
Varric
-Didn’t expect to be adopting anyone when he ‘joined’ the inquisition, but now he’s got two kids, Cole and you. Did he have a choice? No. Does he regret it? No. Makes a great uncle, cracking jokes and trying to educate you to the best of his ability things you should know. Subjects he’d rather not talk about are “Go ask Cassandra.” You shouldn’t have been made Inquisitor, in his opinion. Varric’s got nothing against you, it’s just…he doesn’t want to see another Hawke. You're young, you’ve got a lot to learn, not to mention you’ve got the mark that he sees makes you flinch when you use it. He’ll try his best to make it easy for you.
Cole
-The mind of a child is a wonderful yet sad thing. Usually they have yet to know what awaits them in the real world, but you do. Cole can see the turmoil and wants to help but he makes it confusing sometimes. Other times, he’ll make you laugh. He knows some things and you know others through your new lessons. You teach each other. Tries his best to stay near you to make sure you’re ok while also helping you understand what’s going on.
Solas
-One of the only people who actually thinks it’s a good idea. Most elven children are taught at a young age to be responsible and to solve problems. Not only that, but you also have the mark which is a new type of magic to many others. He sees it as an opportunity for you to learn so many things and he’ll happily help with that. Anything and everything, he’ll educate you. Surprisingly, he also knows how to calm you down when you need it, either with talking, giving you some tea, or just even showing you some magic.
Cassandra
-She wanted so badly for it to be an illusion, a trick of the mind possibly but no, this is an actual teenager who is very much not evil and very much scared. It’s a constant turmoil for her. On one hand, Cass wants to treat you like a growing adult, teaching how to defend yourself and what you must know. On the other, you’re a child. You shouldn’t be in this mess. She really does try to go easy on you but it starts to become overbearing when she tries to keep you from getting hurt by anything. Poor guard got yelled at because you bumped into him.
The Iron Bull
-If you’re qunari, he’ll treat you as any other child would’ve been taught in the Qun. If not, then that’s a different problem. Tries to still apply what he’s learned from his young years to what he’s learned about children of other regions. Trains you to your limit and will try to push a little bit further while also educating you more in military tactics. Doesn’t matter if you're young, he’s going to make sure that you have a fighting chance. Though he will back off a bit and give you time to still have fun and live. As for leadership, he thinks you deserve it but that you should have someone take the more pressing and stressful matters. At least then your plate won’t be so full. You also end up being adopted by the chargers. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.
Dorian
-Who let a child in here?! After first will try to keep his distance since he doesn’t think he’d be a good influence on you, not to mention the rumors. But if you keep pestering him, he starts to grow fond of you. Dorian’s the uncle that tries to pamper you, getting you little gifts and trinkets to make you smile, sneaking sweets from the kitchen, or even looking for books and other things to help boost that curiosity for history and discovery. Whereas Vivienne might take you by the hand and introduce you to 200 nobles, Dorian keeps you away from dumb matters and only introduces you to those who genuinly want to help you or the inquisition. Was with Josey on not letting you lead the inquisition. He knows what happens when you throw a child into the fray of politics. He doesn’t want that for you.
Sera
-Sera will absolutely follow you into battle. Someone has to be around to keep an eye on you two when you're together because she will most definitely teach you things you shouldn’t know. She actually thinks it's brilliant that you're leading. Certain people are older than time and making shit decisions. But a child? They have so many ideas and thoughts that almost seem ridiculous but could work. She trusts you wholeheartedly and will get into little fights that just end with you guys sticking your tongues out at each other. Feels bad that your stuck to the weird magic hand, though.
Blackwall
-He…is on Josey’s side here. Sure, you’re growing up and you’ll be a young adult soon but making you the leader of the inquisition? Of an army? Just because your hand glows??? Now everyones lost their heads. He’ll be the most father of the fathers and he didn’t even think he’d have it in him. Teaches you how to fight with different weapons, educates you on how to survive if on your own, etc. He’ll act exactly like a father, making sure you’re ok, bringing you food or telling some dumb (dad) jokes. Also, anyone who tries to intimidate you will find a bear standing over you. They should run
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