#I don’t think it’d be an annoyance so much as she has other things to do and may not see it right away

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Daddy’s Girl

Dean Winchester & daughter!reader

Synopsis: your life growing up as Dean’s daughter (ignores cannon)

You were born of Dean’s short-lived relationship with Lisa. When he was forced to leave his family behind to keep them safe, he was also forced to take you with him. He’d wanted to leave you, to keep you safe, but with Lisa and Ben’s memories wiped of him, you got wiped with him.

“I’m sorry,” Castiel said as Dean held you in his arms. “There’s no way to erase you without erasing her, too.”

Despite how much Dean wanted to keep you safe, he couldn’t find it in himself to regret how things turned out.

…

Sam pursed his lips, and Dean couldn’t hold back his laugh when he spotted his brother covered in broccoli.

You started giggling when you noticed your father’s smile, but Dean clamped his mouth shut when he saw you laughing.

“Hey now,” he scolded, trying desperately to look stern despite still being able to see the broccoli in Sam’s hair. “Don’t throw food.”

“Is yucky!” You whined, kicking your feet.

Dean gave you his signature ‘dad glare’ and you gave him the puppy eyes that he was convinced Sammy taught you just to drive him nuts.

Neither of you were willing to give in, far too stubborn for anyone’s good. Finally, Sam broke the awkward silence.

“How about we try a new veggie?”

…

“What are you watching?”

Dean tore his eyes away from the screen to see Sam standing in the doorway.

“Saw, why?”

Sam scoffed, “Do you think she’s old enough for that?” He gestured to five-year-old you, curled up in your dad’s arms.

“She’s out like a light, she has no clue what’s going on,” Dean assured him.

“So what, she’s your new stuffed animal?” Sam chuckled.

“It’s called parenting, Sammy. Now shut up, you’re gonna wake her up.”

…

“Daddy, look!”

Dean rubbed his hands over his face, closing the lore book in front of him when you came bounding into the war room.

“Hey baby, what’s up?” He asked, his voice thick with exhaustion as he lifted you into his lap.

“I maked the Impala,” you grinned, showing off a pencil sketch of Baby colored in with a black crayon. “Uncle Sammy only helped a little.”

Dean could tell from the detail of the drawing that Sam helped more than a little, but he didn’t care.

“This is great!” He praised. “Baby would be so proud, looks almost as good as her.”

You giggled. “Can I hang it on the fridge?”

“I think it’d be a crime if we didn’t,” Dean insisted, standing up with you in his arms so he could carry you to the kitchen.

…

“Dad!”

Dean staggered back in surprise when ten-year-old you launched yourself into his arms the moment he stepped into the bunker.

“Hey kid,” he chuckled, but his smile dropped when he noticed your strangled breaths, and how tightly you were clinging to him. “You ok? We weren’t gone that lon-“

“Someone’s in the bunker,” you whispered, and Dean now also noticed that you were shaking.

“What?” He demanded, lowering you to the ground and grabbing his gun with one hand, keeping his other hand on your shoulder protectively.

“I-I heard footsteps,” you stammered, still trying to catch your breath. “So I ran, and-and I was looking for a place to hide when you opened the door.”

“You’re sure it was footsteps?”

“I know what I heard!” Your stammer left you when your fear turned to annoyance.

“Ok, ok,” Dean soothed. “I believe you. Now, I want you to go and hide in my room, ok? Stay there, and don’t open the door unless it’s me, understand?”

“B-but…” you glanced around nervously, unwilling to let go of your father.

“I need you to do this,” Dean said. “I need you safe, ok? You’re gonna be fine.”

You nodded, but Dean’s jacket was still clenched between your fingers.

“C’mon now, go!” Dean gave your arm a gentle push, and as soon as the two of you were no longer touching you seemed spurned into action. You ran in the other direction, headed straight for your dad’s room.

Once the door was closed and locked behind you, you immediately went to sit on Dean’s bed, your arms wrapped around your knees as you tried hard to stop your trembling.

You assured yourself over and over again that your dad would take care of it; he’d get the intruder out, and it would all be ok. When you heard footsteps echoing through the hall, your heart lifted, sure that your dad was coming to get you.

But then the doorknob jiggled as someone tried to open it. It stopped, but still no knock came, no “hey, it’s me,” from Dean; nothing.

Until with a loud bang! the door flew free of its hinges.

You scrambled back with a cry of surprise, and your hand found something hard under Dean’s pillow. You snatched it up as the intruder—a tall man with blond hair and a dark suit—stalked towards you.

You lifted the object, surprised when you saw that it was Dean’s gun.

“St-stay back!” You warned. The man hesitated for only a second before continuing his advance towards you.

“You don’t have the guts,” he scoffed. He took one more step—he was only a couple of feet away—and reached out to grab you.

The gun kicked back in your hands as you fired, and you nearly dropped it. A look of morbid shock crossed the man’s face, but it only lasted for a brief second as he slumped to the ground at the side of Dean’s bed.

Your whole body was shaking. Your hands didn’t seem able to let go of the gun. You could feel blood on your face where it had splattered.

“Sweetheart?”

Your whole body flinched at the sound of your father’s voice. He was in the center of the room—you hadn’t even noticed him come in—and his hands were held out towards you.

“Sweetheart, give me the gun.”

Your hands went limp when Dean grabbed the gun. He tossed it onto his bed, his attention never leaving your face, which was turned towards the dead man on the floor.

“Hey, Y/N, look at me,” Dean demanded. Your eyes slowly found your father’s, afraid of what you might find there. But there was no anger, or judgment, not even surprise. There was only comfort, maybe a little worry.

“Let’s go,” Dean said, lifting you into his arms. When he saw you staring at the dead man, he cradled the back of your head in his hand and pushed your face against his shoulder as he carried you out of the room.

“I killed him.”

Your voice came out muffled against Dean’s shirt, and Dean’s heart constricted at the quaver in your voice.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he soothed, subconsciously rocking you in his arms like he used to do when you could barely crawl. “He was gonna hurt you, you defended yourself. You did nothing wrong.” Dean sighed. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. I didn’t want you to have to do that.”

“I killed somebody,” you said again, and Dean’s arms tightened around you. He knew he couldn’t talk you out of this; not yet, you were still in shock. So he’d do the only thing he could.

“It’s gonna be ok, baby,” he soothed. “I promise.”

…

“Where is that girl?”

“You lookin for Y/N?” Sam asked as Dean wandered around the bunker.

“Unless we’ve got another girl living here I don’t know about,” Dean shot back.

Sam just rolled his eyes.

“She’s in the library doing homework.”

“Again?” Dean shook his head. “I think I’ve let her spend too much time with you, she’s becoming quite the nerd.”

“Don’t look at me,” Sam chuckled. “I told her to take a break like an hour ago. That nerdy behavior is all her.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Dean closed the book in front of Sam. “You both need a break.”

“Ok,” Sam shrugged. “Good luck, she’s just as stubborn as you.”

“We’ll see.”

…

“Hey!” You yelped in surprise when your dad lifted you up and out of your chair, Sam watching from the doorway with a grin on his face.

“No more books, you two have spent too much time being nerds this week.”

“But I have a paper to write!”

“You mean that paper you told me is due in three weeks?”

“Well…”

“Uh huh,” Dean said. “You’ve got time, so take a break.”

“On one condition; we watch Lord of the Rings.”

“Sounds good to me,” Sam cut in.

“Oh come on,” Dean groaned. “Could you two be bigger nerds?”

“Don’t pretend that you don’t want to watch it,” you giggled, trying to squirm out of Dean’s hold since he still hadn’t put you down.

“I don’t remember asking for your input,” Dean huffed, setting you down on your bed and digging his fingers into your stomach. You squealed in surprise as your dad tickled you. “And I certainly didn’t ask for your sass!”

“Who-who do you thin-think taught it to me!” You giggled, squirming as Dean didn’t let up.

“Hey now!” Dean scoffed. “Now you’re just asking for it.”

Dean continued to scratch and poke at your sides, your stomach, and your neck until your face was bright red and your laughter was silent.

“Alright, let’s go,” Dean said as he let up, slinging you over his shoulder and making his way towards the Dean cave, Sam following behind.

“Yo-hou’re mean,” you giggled.

Dean just chuckled.

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

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“If I could stop loving you, I would.” With any of the pilots

love that's a real long shot

pairing- hangman x pilot!reader (callsign violet)

synopsis- you and jake keep running into each other over the years and jake just can’t seem to let you go

warnings- fwb! happy ending!!! angst! 18+ for slight smuttiness (if you read my normal stuff this is extremely tame comparatively - just want to manage expectations 😉) light enemies to it’s just sex to pining to lovers. naval inaccuracies but it's my pretend world y'all just live in it, sad jake's pov but he's pretty he'll be fine

length- 7.7k

an- companion piece to this 0.6k drabble one time thing but that is not required reading - pretty much all of ott is revisited in this fic

i really, really don’t know how I feel about this one but i've been tinkering and agonizing over it forever and i have to be done so LOL here ya go

credit for the cs violet goes to my soulmate @justfandomwritings thank you for loving angst as much as i do, thank you for being brilliant

title courtesy of it ain't over - the black keys

tagging those that were upset with me for the ending of one time thing - @unstablecaffeinatedmind / @ahopelessromanticwritersworld / @gigisimsonmars / @flashyourgreeneyesatme / @forever-sleepy-sloth / @gingerbreadandpaper / @lovingjakeseresin

also - @mandylove1000 ily

Virginia Beach, 2019

Jake’s glad the packed bar gives him enough cover to stay hidden when he overhears Bradshaw asking his new roommate if she’s interested in him.

He bites back a huff of annoyance, not wanting to draw attention to himself. He talked to her for all of five seconds before mustache boy strutted up to make it very clear his friend was off-limits, was barely even flirting with her. Charming smiles are basically a reflex of his at this point.

“That man has never given a girl an orgasm.”

Jake rolls his eyes but keeps his mouth shut. It’s categorically untrue, but who cares what Bradshaw’s roommate thinks?

Your back is to him too, but he hears you hum in agreement, stifling a laugh. Jake’s hackles suddenly raise, and he briefly wonders why it irritates him so much that you seem to agree with that statement.

Rooster chokes on his beer. “Excuse me?”

She shrugs, fidgeting with her drink. “You were asking if I was into your friend – Hangman, was it? That should be enough of an answer.”

“I don’t really want to think about Seresin’s like in bed.”

“You’re breaking my heart, little bird,” Jake drawls from behind Rooster, figuring he should let you guys know of his presence before you get any further. “And here I thought we had something special.”

You roll your eyes before pushing your stool back. “Well, that’s my cue to leave.”

Jake immediately wonders what the appropriate amount of time is before he can excuse himself too.

+

“If you wanted to know what I’m like behind closed doors, you could’ve just asked, darlin’,” Jake murmurs from behind you, having found the corner of the bar you disappeared to. “I’d be happy to give you a lesson. I’m very hands-on.”

“Hard pass, Hangman.”

He smiles lazily, turning the charm up to full wattage and leaning on the bar next to you. Not close enough to make you uncomfortable, but enough to make you avert your eyes from his bicep and shift a little in your seat.

“I have a pretty good idea already.”

His smirk goes a little sharp around the edges, a predator locking in his prey. “That so? And what idea might that be?”

You raise an eyebrow. The derision you manage to convey in one unimpressed glance goes straight to his cock.

His eyes flash, fingers clenching around his beer, but he makes sure the infamous smirk stays put. “Think you’ve got me figured out?”

You shrug. “Guys that look like you are rarely anything more than a disappointment in bed.”

He smiles at that, leaning towards playful instead of goading, wondering if you’ve realized what you just admitted. “I think you’re pretty too, sweetheart.”

“You’re intelligent enough to know what you look like. It’d be stupid to pretend otherwise.”

He rolls his beer between his palms, gaze far away and calculating.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?” He asks, feigned innocence taking over as he brings his eyes back to you.

“Stop thinking about how you’re gonna get me to sleep with you.”

The problem for you is, Jake sees the way you look at him. And it’s nothing like the polite boredom he’s witnessed you grace guys with when they truly don’t have a chance with you.

“Tell me one thing, Violet,” he says, your callsign rolling off his tongue like honey. “Why is it that you’re so nice to everyone else, but so mean to me?”

“Maybe I just don’t like you that much,” you answer, but the barbs in your words are undermined by the way your eyes dart to his chest. He wants to pat himself on the back for going home to change out of his flight suit and into a threadbare grey t-shirt before coming out tonight.

Jake purses his lips, nodding like he’s seriously considering your words, leaning in, and lowering his voice. “Or maybe, you like me a little more than you’d care to admit.”

You shoot him a dirty look for invading your space. “You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you?”

Your thighs press together, almost imperceptibly. If he wasn’t completely attuned to you, he probably would’ve missed it.

Bingo.

“Tell me to fuck off and I will,” Jake rumbles, mouth ghosting over your ear now, too close to be played off as a joke. “Or let me prove you wrong.”

When you lift your eyes to meet his, refusing to shy away from him towering over you in your seat, there’s something dark, something glazed taking them over.

“A one-time thing and I’ll never bring it up again,” Jake promises. “I have new orders for Lemoore anyways; I leave in two days.”

“Fuck,” you whisper. “Take me home before I change my mind, Seresin.”

+

You’ve been gripping his hair for what seems like hours, thighs still shaking where they’re bracketed around Jake’s head.

“What was it – I’ve never given a girl an orgasm?” He asks smugly. “I must be some kind of prodigy, then.”

“Don’t ruin my afterglow,” you manage, voice hoarse. You’re still far too coherent for his liking, and Jake ducks his head back down, savoring the broken moan that rips from your throat.

He doesn’t stop until the only word you can form is his name.

North Island, 2020

“Look who showed up,” Jake calls from across the Hard Deck, eyes running down your body. He shifts, adjusting himself as subtly as he can. “If it ain’t Violet.”

As generic as your uniform is, all he can picture now is the body he knows lies beneath it.

“Hangman,” you say, not quite able to hide the smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Glad to see we have a runner-up for the TOPGUN trophy.”

You look almost, dare he say, fond? “Your ego hasn’t dimmed a bit, has it Hang?”

Jake gives you another obvious once-over, smirking to balance out the warmth he can’t keep out of his voice. “Good to see you, sweetheart.”

+

Jake’s skin has been buzzing all night, high off his win, drunk off being within inches of you outside the Hard Deck after thirteen weeks of having you just out of arm’s reach.

“Congratulations,” you say, and you don’t even seem that sore about it. Your eyes linger on where his shirt has slowly been coming unbuttoned as the night wears on when you add, “Can’t believe you beat me for first place.”

“An inevitability, darlin’.” Jake leans in, pleased to see your mouth part in his proximity. “Don’t tell anyone, but I might’ve worried you were gonna give me a run for my money for a second there.”

You scoff, but don’t move away, if anything you sway closer. His fingers twitch at his sides, fighting to pull you against him, aching to run his hands up your bare legs and under your flimsy sundress, to see if you’re as wet as the heat in your eyes suggests.

You turn to face the ocean, which just pushes your hips in closer to him and makes Jake’s mouth water. “Obviously. You barely won.”

He winks, knowing you’re keeping tabs on him from your periphery even as you pretend to study the crashing waves in front of you. “That’ll be our secret. Care to congratulate me in private?”

“Thought you said that was a one-time thing, Seresin.” There’s a teasing lilt to your voice and in that moment, Jake knows he’s won for the second time today.

“Shut up and meet me at my truck.”

You smirk, turning on your heel without another word.

Jake doesn’t take his time with you this time. Only immense self restraint and the threat of being slapped with a public indecency charge keeps him from bending you over in the parking lot of the Hard Deck.

It doesn’t help that you seem less than willing to wait too, running delicate fingers along the inseam of his jeans, letting your skirt ride higher and higher as you shift in the passenger seat, giggling as he swerves when he catches a glimpse of red lace between your thighs.

By the time you reach his house you’re practically dragging him up the stairs by his belt loops, looking like you’re heading for the bedroom before he pushes you back up against the front door and takes you right there.

The second round you only make it as far as the couch, but he at least manages to get your clothes all the way off.

When you finally end up in his bed you’re both still panting and spent, Jake curling around you even though he’s tacky with sweat.

“I’ll be in Lemoore, now that I’m done with TOPGUN,” you whisper when you’re forming coherent sentences again, so quiet he can hardly hear you over the wind whipping against his bedroom window. “I think it’s short term, but we’ll see.”

Something warm lights up in Jake that he doesn’t want to examine very closely. “Good, everyone there is shit at pool. I’m in need of some actual competition.”

You smile against his skin and he drops a kiss to the top of your head, wondering if you can feel his heart speeding up.

Lemoore, 2021

You’re tracing mindless shapes across Jake’s chest, playing with his chest hair when you rip the rug out from underneath him.

“Got my new orders.”

It’s always amused him how fond you are of his chest hair, so it takes a few seconds for your words to sink in. When he does, his entire body flashes hot, then cold. He hopes you don’t notice the rigidity suddenly running through him. “When do you leave?”

Your face is blank, frustratingly neutral. “Tomorrow.”

Jake takes as deep of a breath as he can manage without being noticeable. Which given your proximity to his chest, is not very. He wants to be mad you didn’t tell him sooner, but the rational part of his brain reminds him he has no right to be.

“Where to?” He asks after a few beats of silence when he’s pretty sure it’ll come out even.

“Fallon.”

The scoff he lets out is genuine, at least. “Gross.”

Your indifference breaks as you giggle against his skin at his derision and he forgets that this is the last time he’ll get to have you like this. For now, at least.

“Are you spending the night?”

Jake doesn’t know why you ask anymore, in the last year he’s said no to sleeping in your bed zero times. He's turned down the opportunity to save you from sleazy guys hitting on you in dive bars even less than that - which is to say he does it without being asked and without even checking if you want his help anymore. Tact really is his middle name.

But like always, you ask and like always, he fights to keep the eagerness out of his voice. He’s fortunate to have decades of practice of keeping his tone level under his belt. “If you want me to.”

“I do,” you whisper, face still tucked into him, but he manages to see your lips purse, looking like you want to say more.

You don’t, though, and Jake hides his smile in your hair rather than commenting.

“Good. Wanna wake you up with my mouth on you,” he murmurs, trailing said mouth against your soft skin. He wills himself to say something else, to tell you he’ll miss you, that he doesn’t want whatever this is to end.

But his tongue stays stuck, arms tightening as his body says what his lips can’t.

North Island, 2022

Jake’s fists are clenched by his side, nails digging into his palms, pinpricks of pain the only thing keeping him from seeing red.

“I’m sorry?” You look confused. Scarlet edges into the corners of his vision. “That I didn’t tell you they sent me back to TOPGUN too? I haven’t seen you in almost a year, Jake.”

“Don’t act like we haven’t talked since then.” Jake doesn’t want to know what his face looks like, his normally careful façade shattered in favor of quiet outrage. “I think you know you were supposed to mention it.”

You had talked. Mostly sporadic, surface-level texts. Memes of an exasperated Chris Pine on his press tour he knew you would get a kick out of. In return, he received a graph detailing Leonardo DiCaprio’s age versus his girlfriends’, noting a clear age limit. You kept your jokes about him being a future Leo to a minimum, at least.

And on one memorable occasion, you called him drunk, and he got to talk to you for an hour after you snarkily admitted to missing him.

Neither of you mentioned it the next day.

You deflate. “Maybe. I don’t know what you want from me. We were always playing by your rules here.”

Jake’s mouth forms a tight line. “Right. My rules.”

Some bullshit he said, before Lemoore, way back in Oceana. Before you’d slept together, before TOPGUN, before he’d gotten to know the real you, before you’d gotten under his skin.

“Let’s just get through this mission, it’ll be easier if we’re not fighting. You do enough goading with Rooster.”

Jake’s so caught up in his own head that he doesn’t even bother to protest about Rooster. He’s grinding his teeth, jaw clenched so the rest of his body can remain still. He knows, on some level, that he’s probably overreacting. But he mentioned this return to TOPGUN to you last week and he can’t help but feel like he’s playing catch up when suddenly you’re here too.

If there’s one thing Hangman doesn’t allow, it’s being left behind.  

He doesn’t know why this is on the laundry list of things you refuse to talk about. That’s probably the most frustrating of it all. You’ve always been the puzzle he can’t quite figure out.

“We’ll stay out of each other’s way,” he finds himself saying, mask slipping back into place. “Focus on the mission.”

“Yeah, focus on the mission,” you echo, and Jake wonders if it feels hollow to you too.

+

Your head is on Jake’s chest again, bare legs tangled with his and the tension is finally bleeding from his body.

“Don’t like fighting with you,” you mumble, muffled by his arms wrapped around you.

“Ended well,” he jokes, magnanimously gesturing to your naked state just barely covered by the thin sheet. “Gave us a vigor we haven’t had in a while.”

He feels your cheeks grow warm where they’re pressed against his skin, clearly thinking back to the adrenaline laden, ‘thank God we’re alive sex’ that lead to the casualty of at least one lamp.

Jake silently thanks Maverick for being such a hot mess that the Navy is unlikely to worry about a few broken items in his bunk.  

He smirks at your embarrassment, as if falling into bed together is anything new. It’s the post-orgasm glow, he knows it is, but Jake feels the truth bubbling to the surface. Wouldn’t it be so easy not to let this end?

“Yeah.” You sigh, not meeting his eyes. “I don’t know. All the arguing, then making up so we can fool around. It’s time for us to grow up, don’t you think?”

Jake lets the words die on the tip of his tongue.

“Probably,” he manages.

He kisses you deeply, saying what his lips won’t. He doesn’t mean for it to turn heated; he just can’t bear to let you go yet.

Making love is the only way to describe what comes next. You’ve been at this for a long time, going on three years, and you’ve fucked; hard and fast and fiery. You’ve slept together; gentle and languid and easy.

It’s never felt quite like this.

When he slides into you for what he knows will be the last time, he tries to memorize every line of your face, every gasp from your parted lips, every flutter of your lashes. It’ll be months before he forgets the soft, unguarded shine of your eyes, the way your fingers feel tangled on the nape of his neck.

It feels like goodbye.

North Island, 2023

Your name is out of Jake’s mouth before he can stop himself, longing bowling over his reasoning abilities. Every urge to text you that he stomped out over the last year shows itself as a waste since any sense of self-preservation goes out the window once he lays his eyes on you.

It doesn’t hurt any less to see you without warning in Coronado, but at least this time he holds onto the reigns tightly enough to keep his tone level.

Your voice is happy when you turn towards him, and Jake tries not to outwardly react. “Hangman, hi.”

He wants to rush over, grab onto you, and never let go. Wants to tuck his nose into your hair, smell warm citrus, and have that niggle in the back of his brain soothed.

He waves as you stride towards him instead, boots cemented to the floor. “Back in California already?”

You chuckle, the adorable, lyrical sound raising goosebumps on his arms beneath his flight suit. “Thank God. Fallon’s a shithole.”

Jake’s mouth is open to respond when he clocks someone with curly dark hair behind you, moving forward decisively to your side.

“Babe,” the guy says, and Jake’s spine stiffens, noting the inch or two he has over this mystery guy out of reflex. “Hope you weren’t waiting long.”

There’s a split second where your expression shutters, where Jake thinks the fight or flight thrumming through him might not be necessary.

But as quickly as it shows up it’s gone, and he finds himself hoping the boom of jets taking off covers up the sound of his chest cracking open.

“Brandon, this is Hangman. We were in the same class at TOPGUN.”

Jake’s mouth is dry, tongue glued to the roof of his mouth as he internally winces at the obvious reduction of your history.  

“Riot,” Brandon says, sticking his hand out to shake. Jake tries not to crush the bones in his fingers.

Riot and Violet, he thinks sarcastically. How cute.

“You’re with the Eightballers.” Jake glances at his patches, making sure to keep his tone neutral.

Helicopters. He wants to roll his eyes.

Riot nods and you grin, letting it light up your whole face. “His friends can’t believe he ended up with a jet bro. Can you imagine the shit I have to endure, hanging out with these helo knuckleheads?”

You're unmistakably fond, and Jake feels bile rising in his throat. Mercifully, he’s saved from having to answer by a group of pilots trying to get your attention.

“It was good to see you." Your smile softens as you turn to leave, the sun shining around your head, painting you in gold.

He nods. “I’m sure I’ll see you guys around.”

Jake doesn’t sprint to get away from you, he’s too calculated for that, but it’s a near thing. If his strides are just a touch longer than normal, no one has to know.

North Island, 2024

“It’s nice, what you guys have,” Jake's mouth is saying outside the Hard Deck, celebrating your fucking engagement, of all things. The words taste like acid on his tongue.

“Don’t tell me, eternal bachelor, Jake Seresin is thinking about settling down. The women of California will be knocking down your front door.”

Jake wants to laugh, that that’s still what you think of him. But knowing it’ll just come out thick and wet, he keeps the noises to himself. He hasn’t done much in the last year to combat that reputation – Coronado’s smaller than he’d like and you’ve never seen him with the same girl twice because he hasn’t been with the same girl twice.

What’s that they say about old habits?

He takes another sip of his beer instead. “No.”

The teasing is still lighting up your features, barely visible in the moonlight. “Just an introspective mood then, huh? Don’t hurt yourself.”

“Thinking about what it might’ve been like.”

“What?”

“To be with you.”

You blink.

“You never gave me a shot,” Jake continues. He can’t help himself. “You were always convinced I wouldn’t pull the trigger.”

“I don’t think you would have.”

“I think you’re wrong. Doesn’t matter now though, does it?”

Jake tries to smile, but it comes out more like a grimace. He can’t help but reach out for you, squeezing your wrist one last time, studiously avoiding looking at the diamond on your other hand. “I’m happy for you, sweetheart.”

It’s only partially a lie.

+

Jake wishes he could say the noise wakes him up, but he’s already busy staring at his ceiling fan and its endless circles when he hears the pounding on his front door.

He knows it’ll be you before he finishes rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes.

“What the hell is your problem?”

Jake scrubs his hand over his chin, nose scrunching. “Sweetheart, it’s the middle of the night.”

You glower at him in response.

Whether it’s for the term of endearment or the fact that he couldn’t keep his mouth shut in the face of your blinding diamond ring or some combination of the two, he doesn’t know. What he does know is that you have every right to be mad at him, after spilling secrets he’s held close to his chest for years.

He sighs, wishing he could say the timing was an accident, but he can’t lie to himself quite that well. “Come inside at least, so the neighbors don’t call the cops.”

Apparently, your earlier question was rhetorical because the moment the door is closed, you’re rambling, talking at him, really. After a couple of minutes of watching you spew a bunch of nonsense to skirt around the issue at hand, with no end in sight, Jake sighs again and moves into the kitchen to pour himself a drink.

The wooden chair creaks as he settles his weight into it, sliding a glass over to you wordlessly. He’s not even sure you’ll notice it’s there, but you pick it up and gesticulate wildly with it before taking a sip. He’s somewhat impressed you don’t spill a drop.

You haven’t sat down, can’t seem to stop moving and Jake wishes he had a toothpick.

“We were so chaotic, Jake. We wouldn’t have worked.”

You finally look at him, taking a deep breath. Jake wonders about your lung capacity since you clearly haven’t breathed since barging into his off-base housing.

“I’m not arguing.”

You’re pacing back and forth, frustration bleeding from every pore. “What do you want me to say?”

Despite everything, Jake manages a smirk at that, albeit dimmer than normal. “I haven’t said anything for, like, ten entire minutes.”

The scowl he gets for that little comment is unbearably cute. He tries to ignore the tightening in his chest, stay in reality. “Is that what you stormed over to my house in the middle of the night to tell me, that we shouldn’t be together?”

You visibly deflate. “I don’t know why I’m here.”

There’s an inkling in the back of Jake’s brain that says he does, but he tells it to shut up.

You do not have a history of sticking around when it comes to verbal confrontation, and he’s painstakingly aware that one misstep could have you sprinting out the door.

It was something that worked well with you two, at the beginning, when everything was easy and fun. Blowing off steam with the competition, neither of you had ever been any good at talking so you figured why bother?

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Why now? Don’t you think your timing sucks a little bit?”

“I don’t know.”

It’s a lie.

He knows. As much as he’d like to tell himself he was overwhelmed, seeing the ring on your finger, watching everyone congratulate you and your fiancé, deep down he knows that’s not true.

Like everything he does, it was deliberate. There was something telling him this was his last chance. Is his last chance.

“If I could stop loving you, I would.”

You drop down into the chair across from him, stalling as your brain clearly restarts.

“Loving, present tense?”

There’s a weariness to your voice that he doesn’t like one bit, which makes his heart drop into his stomach as he’s reminded of the risk in telling you this. A calculated risk, but still a risk. One where he’s already bet big, his chips all in, but the river is flipping over, and his gut tells him before he sees it that it’s not the card he needs.

He takes a sip of his Balcones, hoping the burn scorches the rampage building beneath his ribs.

You purse your lips, waiting for a response.

Jake shrugs, but he’s aware it doesn’t have the effect he’s going for when the tension refuses to bleed from his shoulders.

You look like you’ve forgotten how to breathe and will pass out any minute now. Jake debates the merits of passing out to get out of the hell that is this confession.

He avoids your eyes instead. Coward, his brain screams at him, willing him to look up at meet your gaze. “I’ve tried to stop.”

Hangman makes strategic withdrawals. When someone can’t be needled into responding, he pulls back. This is different. He’s never backed down from confrontation out of fear and he hates it, like he’s just discovered his skin doesn’t quite fit him.

Your mouth opens and closes several times without a noise leaving and it frustrates him to no end. When he grits his teeth, he doesn’t know if it’s to hold back the pleading and desperation or frustration at having flayed himself open only to receive silence. “Say something.”

“I’m shipping out,” you tell him as if that’s any sort of answer. “On Monday.”

Jake blinks. That's only three days from now, he wants to say. Opens his mouth and closes it, once, twice. Doesn’t bother with a third time. It won't change anything.

Maybe that is his answer. Let this go, this hope he’s carried onto multiple aircraft carriers, through several states, across endless miles of sky.

This is you telling him to let you go. To start over.

Hawaii, 2025

Some things have changed in 2025. Jake’s ability to control his mouth at the sight of you is not one of them.

“Where’s our helo hero?”

He feels pretty good about that one. As hard as it is to see you, as much as his entire being aches to touch you, he’s going to be normal with you and your fiancé. He owes you that at least.

Unfortunately, for him or for you – he doesn’t know who suffers more at this point – normal includes the patented Hangman barbs he just can’t seem to let go of.

“Seresin,” Phoenix whispers harshly.

Jake immediately thinks he’s missing a puzzle piece, that he’s flying blind, making a drop decision without a laser. Unwilling to admit anything he does what he always does; he rolls his shoulders back and smirks.

You shift from on your feet, clearly uncomfortable. “He’s not coming.”

He can’t resist the jab, but it feels sticky in his mouth. “Aw, come on, the rest of us managed to sync up our leaves, but helos are just too important?”

Phoenix pinches the bridge of her nose, scowling at him, murder in her eyes. “Hangman, shut up.”

He tries to pretend that look doesn’t send chills down his spine, but he’s man enough to admit that Natasha Trace could put the fear of God into just about anyone.

You cough, shifting uncomfortably on your feet. “Uh, we broke up.”

Jake looks around, sure the world is suddenly tilting the wrong way on its axis. Fortunately, the rest of the group seems to be trickling in, so you and Phoenix don’t detect his crisis.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs quietly while Phoenix is distracted by Bradshaw strutting towards them. “I didn’t know.”

You give him a tight-lipped smile, a mask so familiar he feels like he’s staring into a mirror. Jake’s seen this cover before, it’s fight or flight. In the next few seconds, you’ll either be pretending he doesn’t exist, or you’ll be cutting through his armor with a few well-placed, very specific remarks.

You angle away from him, surveying Fanboy and Payback to your left. “All good, Hang.”

Guess it's flight.

+

Several bars and a few too many shots later, Coyote elbows Jake in the side. “What’s up with you tonight?”

“Just bored of beating y’all in darts,” Jake insists with a cocky grin he knows doesn’t reach his eyes. He just hopes no one notices.

Luckily for him, the only person that always sees straight through his bullshit smirks is you. And you’re at the bar, waiting patiently for the bartender, politely making conversation with some cheesy tourist.

A guy in an atrocious Hawaiian shirt (that he probably bought yesterday at the nearest ABC store, his internal monologue snidely adds) is clearly hitting on you and Jake forgot what it’s like to watch this. Because it’s been years since you were single, he forgot how it feels with sharks circling in the water around you, seeing you make small talk with strangers who have no reason to stop because you’re so goddamn kind and there’s no boyfriend for you to mention that will abruptly end their interest.

There’s a chance you actually want to talk to this chump, but Jake promptly tells that line of thought to kick rocks.

He kind of wants to throw himself into the ocean and drift away from this stupid vacation he should’ve never agreed to. Mrs. Lee will be fine watering his plants if he never comes back, right?

Because once upon a time, in a shitty bar in Lemoore, he’d save you so you wouldn’t have to turn anyone down and he’d tease you, that no one that’s seen you in the air, so quick and decisive and cunning, would ever believe you’d need a knight in shining armor to keep the creeps at bay. You’d tell him to shut up before dragging him out of there by his belt.

He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the memory. As it stands, the ocean is probably his best bet.

“Pool?” You ask when you return with a fresh mojito, sans cheesy Hawaiian shirt, and everyone rolls their eyes.

“Miss the Hard Deck already, Vi?” Fanboy teases.

Even though the ice between you hasn’t completely thawed yet, Jake ignores him in favor of getting up, making his way toward the table in silent agreement. He figures it’ll give him something to do besides staring at the side of your head.

If his mid-game trash talk is a little pointed, a little too on the nose; well, that’ll stay between the two of you.

+

Jake tenses as he hears the back door of the bar swing open behind him, footsteps heavy and likely belonging to a number of people he doesn’t want to explain his sour mood to right now.

“Surprised you and Vi aren’t still going at it at the pool table, thought it was about to be a rematch of TOPGUN in there,” Rooster says.

“Couldn’t beat me then, can’t beat me now." He chuckles out of reflex more than anything, but it feels hollow and forced. "Sometimes I just like to rile her up, get her out of that shell she always wears on the ground.”

Rooster hums in agreement. “Better than the last time I saw you two together. You barely looked at each other then.”

During the Maverick mission, Jake hears lingering in the silence in the humid Hawaii air.

“Sure,” the blond says, willing to agree to anything that stops this train in its tracks.  

“There a story there?” Rooster asks slowly, careful as ever.

“No,” he answers, but it’s rote, automatic. Even Bradshaw isn’t dense enough to miss the friction between you two, Jake knows that.

Rooster raises an eyebrow and Jake pointedly ignores him in favor of pulling a toothpick out of his pocket.

“How’s your girl, Bradshaw? Are you guys ever going to stop living in sin and tie the knot?”

He doesn’t comment on the abrupt change of subject, shrugging. “We’re happy. She’s pretty focused on her career right now. But when she’s ready.”

“I guess when you start fucking your roommate it’s nothing but sin from there on out, anyways, huh?”

The other man grins. “Jealous?’

Jake can’t help the way the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, an admission in its own right. Just not for what Rooster's implying. “Maybe.”

“Planning on coming after my girlfriend? Gotta tell you, Hangman, back in Virginia she was never very impressed by you.”

“She’s not my type. Any girl that’s into that atrocious caterpillar above your lip clearly has impaired vision.”

The other man brushes aside the dig easily. “That’s right. You only had eyes for Vi back then.”

Jake fights a full-body cringe, blaming the fact that he just walked straight into Rooster’s trap on the shots he took with Javy earlier. “What do you know? You hated me in Oceana.”

“Who says I don’t hate you now?”

“Touché.”

Rooster sighs, long-suffering like he can’t believe he’s the one that got saddled with the job of making sure Jake isn’t gonna lose it and ruin their vacation. “Seresin, you’re not the only one who notices things.”

Jake doesn’t need to dignify that with an answer. He’ll turn in his wings the day Rooster is more observant than him.

“Seems like forever ago, now, but I always thought she had a thing for you too.”

“I don’t know where you got that from, she was always arguing with me.”

Rooster waves it off. “Pulling your pigtails. Sound familiar?” He shoots him a knowing look that Jake pretends he doesn’t see, which unfortunately just gives mustache boy the idea he should continue.

“Yeah, sure,” Jake agrees, not without an air of sarcasm. Rooster may be right but it’s not like he’s going to genuinely admit that.

“D’you ever play Sudoku? My mom always loved it.”

Jake tries not to get whiplash, schooling his face into something neutral. He doesn’t know the ins and outs of Bradshaw’s childhood, but enough to know the other man’s putting a lot of faith in him by bringing his mom up at all.

“Did she?” he echoes, for lack of anything better to say.

Rooster nods, eyes far away, unfocused. “The thing about Sudoku is, you have to think about where you’re placing the numbers, so they don’t interfere with numbers in other boxes and lines.”

Jake barely bites back the word obviously, accompanied by a roll of his eyes.

“When we started dating, things weren’t always easy. We went from zero to sixty at the beginning, already living together.”

“But your mom loved sudoku,” Jake says, albeit dryly. “So, you knew to look at the puzzle as a whole.”

Rooster knocks their shoulders together in agreement, now you’re getting it.

“We had to slow down, take a look at what we were doing, where we were going, talk so that we didn’t fuck it up before it could even start.”

The blonde sighs. Leave it to Rooster to use some convoluted metaphor for Jake to parse out when his brain already feels like it’s been muddled alongside the mint in your mojitos.

“M’not the guy you should go to for relationship advice, normally.”

Jake snorts. “No shit.”

Rooster shoots him a bit of side-eye for that but nonetheless barrels on. “But I’ve known you and Vi a long time. For the better part of a decade.”

And isn’t that a thought, that Bradshaw of all people would be the one to know you and Jake better than anyone else?

“Is this your long-winded way of saying Vi and I need to slow down?”

He shrugs. “Maybe. Maybe not. Just gotta figure out the key. Whatever that looks like for you guys.”

Jake turns it over in his head a few times, pushing down his every instinct to blow this off, to make a joke that breaks the intensity that’s thicker than the Hawaii humidity.

“Patience,” he mutters, because of course it would be that for Bradshaw. “Trusting you’ll get there when you get there, not letting the pressure get to you guys.”

“Hm?”

“That’s your key.”

“Yeah,” Rooster nods, before taking a pull of his drink. “But maybe our puzzles are different.”

Jake scrunches his nose, so unused to metaphors and convoluted thinking. His head is still a jumbled mess, unpacking everything he’s learned in the last twelve hours.

“Sometimes you have to drop down and take the shot. Don’t pretend like that’s not in your wheelhouse, Seresin. You’ve always held back with her. Too scared she’s the only one that can keep up with you, maybe. That she's the only one you won’t shake off your tail.”

Rooster is frighteningly insightful tonight. Jake resolves to switch to whatever he’s drinking the moment he goes back inside.

“What would you have me do?” He asks, maybe a little more abrupt than Rooster deserves.

“Basic, normal, human communication would be a start.”

Jake flips him off.

“Not letting her go again, would be the next.”

+

It only takes Jake one Dark ‘n’ Stormy (of course, Rooster's drinking something that Jake feels like an idiot ordering) to build up the courage to follow you outside.

“You called it off.”

It’s not what he planned to say when he saw you sneaking out the back door of the bar. He was going to let you bring it up, maybe goad you into telling him what happened.

But he’s starting to realize his puzzle is less of a Sudoku and more of a jigsaw. He doesn’t know all the steps to complete the goal and won’t know until he’s in the middle of it. Each step comes up when it needs to, and he’ll have to figure it out then.

At least, he thinks that’s the point Bradshaw was trying to make. You two have to talk about something real, at some point, but patience hasn’t gotten him anywhere with you in the last six years.

You nod, staring into the distance, eyes focused on the water ahead.

“When?”

“Right before I deployed.”

Jake balks. He’s not sure what he expected your answer to be, but it wasn’t that. “And you didn’t think that was something you should tell me?”

You look down at your hands. Jake suddenly feels like an idiot, for not thinking anything of your bare ring finger. He should’ve known. He just assumed you’d become one of the many pilots that’s allergic to wedding rings.

“I wasn’t—I didn’t know what to say.”

There’s something working its way into the edges of his earshot, a timer dinging, the buzz of the right answer chiming. He laughs but there’s no humor in it. It’s only because otherwise, he’ll scream, as the puzzle pieces finally fit together.

“That was almost a year ago,” he mutters because he’s a glutton for punishment.

You continue staring at the water, still refusing to meet his gaze.

And he remembers, you’ve never been good at saying the hard things. As fierce as you are in the air, you temper your words on the ground, too wary to cut someone to the bone.

Shrinking violet, he thinks, wondering who was even well-read enough in your first squadron to know that reference.

He takes your silence for the answer that it is, nodding curtly and squeezing your wrist before turning to go back inside, a mirror of the last time his chest felt like candy glass, just waiting for the director to start the next take so it could have its turn to be shattered.

You finally turn to him, eyes glassy with tears. “Jake, I…”

He can’t wait for you to finish, doesn’t want to hear an excuse. Patience has never been his strong suit.

Jake shakes his head, biting his cheek to keep the tears at bay. You’ve never seen him cry and he’ll die before he lets that change on the back patio of this kitschy tiki bar. “Message received, Vi.”

Fucking Rooster. This is why he put this off for so long. It’s excruciating.

“No, Jake—that’s not what I—”

“Loud and clear, Violet.”

“I didn’t know if you’d feel the same way once I was single,” you say suddenly, and it stops him in his tracks. “You seem to forget you never said anything until I was supposed to marry someone else.”

“Then why?”

“Why what?”

Jake wants to pull his hair out. “Why did you call off the fucking wedding? Because it sure as shit wasn’t for me or you would’ve mentioned it sometime in the last ten months.”

“I was with him for two years, Jake. That doesn’t just go away. I didn’t want to tell you before I knew where my own head was at.”

“That’s not an answer.”

Silence.

He turns to leave again, knowing the panic is showing itself in his shaky hands and uneven voice. Desperately, he wishes he had a toothpick or a beer label, something to tear at so his expression could remain carefully blank, tone collected.

When you finally speak again, your voice is thick and heavy with emotion, muffled by unshed tears. “Because.”

Jake raises an eyebrow, not bothering to figure out what expression is playing itself out on his face.

You clear your throat. You play with the hem of your dress. You look anywhere except his eyes.

Fight or flight, he says silently. What’s it gonna be, Vi?

He hopes to God it’s fight.

“Because you don’t marry someone when you’re in love with someone else.”

It takes a few seconds for the meaning of your words to register. He feels like he’s underwater, slow and sluggish, when he finally asks, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Takes more than love to make a relationship work, Jake.”

It’s funny, how you choose the words Jake has repeated to himself in his weaker moments. When he wondered if loving you was enough, if it could overcome that you two are so much more similar than anyone would guess. You might have a reputation for mincing your words, but he’s the only one that takes that for what it is – a mask. He’s spent enough time underneath one to recognize it when he sees it. It’s your way of keeping people at bay, staying in control, not letting anyone climb those walls you’ve spent so long carefully building.

Someone would have to take their hands off the controls, even for a second. Neither of you knows what it’s like to rely on someone else. To not take the lead. To let someone else have your back.

“You have to be able to give me a chance sometime,” he counters, as gently as he can manage. “Let go of the reigns enough to let me try. Trust me to take the shot.”

“I’ve never been very good at that, especially with you,” you say, nodding and Jake’s chest is getting lighter by the second, that you've thought about this. “But I also knew it was going to take me time, to work through ending things with him. I couldn’t ask you to wait.”

“I did anyways.”

You raise your eyes to him at that. “You did?”

“I told you if I could stop loving you, I would have already.”

You exhale shakily, fingers twitching like you want to touch him, but just falling short in the air between you. “I didn’t – By now I thought you would’ve – fuck, Jake. I didn’t think you meant that. Thought you just needed time to get over me.”

He wants to laugh, feels it twitching at the corners of his mouth. “In less than a year? Have you met you?”

You grin at that, rich and bright and open like he hasn’t seen in far too long, and there’s something loosening in your defensive posture. “A lot of people would say ten months is a long time.”

Jake feels fuzzy, from his chest to his fingers as he reaches to pull you into him. You fold back against him, and he ducks his face into your hair, nudging around to get his lips on your jaw, letting his words get muffled by your skin. “Ten months is a blip on the radar.”

He feels you melt into him and finds the courage to lay the rest of it on the line.

“Doesn’t matter anyways because it hasn’t been ten months. It’s been six years. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”

“Sorry, I’m so slow. Hard to keep up with the infamous Hangman. I hear he flies like his ass depends on it.” The teasing is back in your tone, and it spreads warmth all over him.

You reach up to where his forearm rests on your collarbones, where he can’t bear to loosen his hold on you, his fingers twisting in the strap of your tank top.

The entire line of your back is touching him, his nose tucked into the crook of your neck smelling citrus and vanilla and home, but it’s still not enough, as far as Jake is concerned. Too many years spent apart, too many moments with you just out of reach have him itching for more.

“It’s okay,” he breathes against your neck. “As long as we get here in the end.”

“I trust you,” you whisper. “You know that right?”

He nods, fighting a shiver as your hand drifts across from his elbow to his hand. You run your thumb across his pulse point, fingers encircling his wrist. You squeeze, and he feels your promise.

This time he gets to start over with you.

"because you don't marry someone when you're in love with someone else" was stolen from michael westen in burn notice, episode 2.15 sins of omission (fantastic show!) although i changed the wording a little bit

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Steddie week. Day 5: Established relationship. 1.3k words. Ao3 link.

@steddie-week

~

“Oh no! There’s no seats left! What will I ever do?” Eddie exclaims, like this was an actual problem. Going so far as to put his hand over his forehead, pretending to almost faint.

Steve is sitting on one end of the couch, Robin on the other side with Nancy in the middle. Argyle and Jonathan are sharing the loveseat next to them. They’re having a movie night at Steve’s. Surprisingly, over the course of the summer this group’s becoming closer than ever.

“Oh well, I guess there’s no other option.” Eddie shrugs.

Eddie approaches the couch, Steve opens his arms expecting Eddie to fall on his lap. That’s the only course of action that Steve sees possible. Then again, Steve doesn’t actually know what goes on Eddie’s mind all the time. He can imagine, guess or predict but at the end of the day Eddie keeps surprising him.

Instead of plopping himself on his boyfriend’s lap, Eddie goes and sits atop Nancy. What? Steve knows his face is full of confusion, he hears Robin snort. Well, excuse him for thinking his boyfriend would use this opportunity to cuddle him. That was the most logical explanation!

Eddie sits sideways and puts his arms around Nancy’s neck. Nancy doesn’t even look taken aback, she rests one hand on his leg while the other surrounds his waist. Steve sends them an incredulous look.

“Hey, Wheeler.” Eddie smiles at her. “How are you?”

“Hey yourself. I’m very good. How about you?” Nancy asks, nonchalantly.

“Better now, thanks for asking.” Is Eddie trying to bat his eyelashes?

Steve feels ignored, they’re doing this on purpose. When did they agree to this? “What the fuck?” Steve asks.

“What’s wrong, Steve?” Nancy shoots him an innocent look.

“What are you doing?”

“Well there were no other seats, so this seemed like the logical thing to do.” Eddie explains while knocking his and Nancy’s heads together.

Nancy nods. Her hand starts to move up, almost reaching Eddie’s thigh. Steve follows the movement with his eyes, frowning. “I don’t care how much progress we’ve made in our friendship, Nance. You move that hand any further and it all goes out the window.” Steve warns. They all know he’s joking, but Steve has to find a way for this to stop. He wants Eddie with him, and he doesn’t care how clingy that sounds.

Nancy makes a tsk sound, she turns to Eddie. “Are you sure you want him as your boyfriend? He seems kinda possessive.”

“Wha-! I’m right here!” Steve protests. He even crosses his arms in annoyance.

Eddie sighs. What the fuck is going on. “Is one of the things I have to live with.” He even shakes his head.

Nancy pouts. “Hmm. I wouldn’t be like that.” She nudges Eddie’s jaw with her nose. Steve doesn’t know how much longer he can put up with this. He swears he’s patient. This little game they’re playing should be over soon.

“Aw, if I could pick a lady, you know it’d be you.” Eddie uses his pointer finger to boop her nose. Nancy scrunches it and giggles. For fuck’s sake, Nancy Wheeler doesn’t giggle!

“That’s it, give him back!” Steve demands.

“Dingus, let them have their moment. You’re interrupting a precious thing.” Robin betrays him. Whatever, he’s used to that.

“He’s not your property, you know, Steve.” Nancy calmly says, as if she needs to explain it to him.

“Yeah. Dude’s his own person.” Argyle adds. Damn, Steve kinda forgot he was here.

Everyone is acting as if this was a normal occurrence. Steve wonders when they had the time to decide to mess with him.

“Why is this happening?” Steve asks, almost defeated. If this is how the night’s gonna go, he might as well know why he isn’t getting affection from his boyfriend.

“Well, Steve. Have you considered the possibility that we’re in love?” Nancy almost, almost breaks character right there. Her lips twitch but she manages to keep her face from smiling.

Steve gives them a blank stare. “You’re a lesbian.”

Eddie gasps and puts his hand on his chest.

“And you’re gay.” He directs to Eddie. It’s Nancy’s turn to gasp.

“I guess this isn’t gonna work.” Eddie simply shrugs. Nancy lets him go.

He stands up and settles on Steve’s lap, immediately kissing his cheek. Steve moves his hands to Eddie’s waist subconsciously.

“Hey, babe.” Eddie rests his head on the crook of Steve’s neck.

“You guys are ridiculous.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have introduced them to each other, Stevie.” Robin tells him and gives him a disapproving head shake.

“I didn’t!”

“I knew they would be a handful together.” Robin continues, ignoring him.

“Yeah, you should’ve thought about that.” Jonathan speaks for the first time in minutes, just to pile on to Steve’s distress.

“So today is gaslighting Steve day, huh.” His friends want him to suffer.

“Just play the movie.” Eddie suggests while playing with Steve’s hair. Damn it, Eddie knows it’s hard for him to stay mad when he does that.

So they watch the movie.

~

After everyone goes home, it’s just Eddie and Steve cleaning up. Steve is washing the dishes when Eddie hugs him from behind. He gives him a kiss on his cheek, then he tries to go for a kiss on the lips but Steve avoids it.

“What?” Eddie questions. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Steve disregards the question.

“Then why won’t you kiss me?” Eddie pouts, he searches for his gaze to give him his best puppy dog eyes.

“I’m washing the dishes.” Steve is aware that he’s acting like he’s angry or upset with Eddie right now. He’s not, he just figured he would get back at Eddie for earlier. He can be a little petty, sue him.

“Are you mad at me?” Eddie lets him go to rest against the counter, looking to catch Steve’s gaze.

“I don’t know. Did you do something to make me mad?” Steve’s used that phrase before, maybe it elicits a Pavlovian response in Eddie because he suddenly straightens.

Eddie seems to think it over, then he sags with what looks like relief. “Is this about the Nancy thing?”

“You tell me.”

“Baby.” Eddie drags the word, almost whining. “We were just messing around.”

Steve just nods, not giving anything away. “Sure.” He starts drying the dishes.

“You weren’t actually jealous, were you.” Eddie grabs his arm, starts shaking it. Complaining like a little kid.

“Careful, I still have to dry these.”

“Ugh. Do I have to make it up to you?” Eddie lets him go, stomps with his feet.

“Do you?” Steve finally looks at him. “I don’t know, maybe I’ll just get even.”

Eddie gulps. “Huh?”

“You heard me.”

“Please forgive me, I need attention to survive, just like Tinker Bell.” Eddie pleads.

“I don’t know…” Steve plays it up.

“What do I have to do?” They’re being dramatic, Steve knows Eddie doesn’t think this is serious. But Eddie’s known to like the theatrics.

“Maybe you need to come up with that yourself.” Steve offers. He finishes drying the dishes. He leaves them there, he’ll put them away later.

Eddie humms. He crowds Steve against the counter. “I have something in mind.” He smiles, mischievous.

Steve arches an eyebrow. “Do you?”

“Follow me.” Eddie takes his hand and leads them to the bedroom.

~

They’re cuddled up, on the bed. Satisfied and content. Sleep is almost taking over.

Before they fall asleep, Steve asks something that has him genuinely curious.

“Would you really pick Nancy, if you weren’t gay?”

Eddie groans and rolls his eyes. “Oh my god, don’t make this a thing.”

“I’m not! It’s just a question!” Steve isn’t sure what he expected, but it wasn’t any pushback.

“Go to sleep, Steve.” Eddie closes his eyes, ready to fall asleep.

“I’m just curious.” Steve tries again. Really! It’s just curiosity. Pff it’s not like he was actually jealous. That’s ridiculous.

“You’re gay too, you can answer your own question.”

“That’s different. We already tried dating once, and being repressed homosexuals wasn’t the only reason we wouldn’t work.” Steve explains.

Eddie places a kiss on his forehead. “Goodnight, baby.”

“Eddie!” He whisper-yells. Doesn’t get him an answer. He narrows his eyes at his boyfriend. “I’m watching you two.”

#once again: #i operate on PST so #i tried to be funny in this #also I might be a bi Steve thruther #but above everything I’m a gay Steve BELIEVER #steddieweek2023 #steddieweekprompts #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #platonic edancy #mer writes sometimes #ficlet #nancy wheeler #i think this is the first fic of the week where I actually included other characters #we need more of nancy and eddie being menaces

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A Past Encounter - Bucky Barnes x reader (nsfw)

Summary: Being in a relationship with Bucky, Y/N prided herself on knowing him quite well but when she’s accidentally teleported back to 1940, Y/N discovers that there is a whole other Bucky that she has yet to meet. The sweet flirt that had everything going for him before his unfortunate capture by HYDRA.

Word Count: 4300+

Warnings: 40’s Bucky & Steve, flirty 40’s Bucky, small 40’s Steve, slight angst, doing every day 40's things, cursing, nothing much else really

a/n: not proofread.

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Chapter Six

With a huff, Y/N stood up from her crouched position inside the alleyway. 

She straightened out her blue dress and cardigan, taking a deep, slow breath before taking one more look around the alley then left. 

She stuffed the device into her pocket, as she didn’t want anyone to know that she had it. It would be a tough thing to explain. 

Right now the only thing left to do was to head back to the apartment and keep it safe there. 

The apartment. 

Oh shit!

She needed to get back to the apartment before Steve and Bucky came out looking for her!

Taking another breath, Y/N sprint once again down the sidewalk street with less adrenaline this time. 

Running back seemed to take forever and when she saw the front door of the apartment building, she pushed herself to run just a bit faster even though her lungs were beginning to hurt. 

When she got to the lobby, she contemplated taking the elevator but that would take too long to get upstairs so like she’d done before, she went up the staircase. 

Five stories up; it was a lot of walking but she was going as fast as she could. Without the sense of urgency she felt earlier, she was more aware of the sweat forming in her forehead and back of her neck. 

She made a mental note to wipe herself off when she got back. 

A couple more fast paced steps and she reached the door leading to a hallway that was lined with apartment doors. She jogged now, down the hallway approaching the corner to her left, she made a sharp turn and then- 

With a thud, she ran right smack into someone, letting out a surprise squeal as she did. Her eyes bounced up to immediately apologize but stopped when she saw Bucky. He looked just as surprised as she was. 

“Bucky..” she panted out. 

“Y/N, what are you doing out here? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, I just…” she paused, panting harder as her body began to relax. “I uh….”

“Where the hell did you go? One moment we were making dinner then the next, we heard the door slam shut and you were gone.” Bucky stressed as he took a small step toward her. 

Y/N inhaled, finally getting some air in her lungs. “I’m sorry, I just…I thought that I left something in the alley, you know the one where you guys found me and I wanted to go back to get it in case someone tried to steal it.” 

Bucky took a second to process what she said, jerking his head up in confused nod. Mostly he was put off by her behavior, not so much what she said. 

“Well next time, tell us when you’re gonna up and leave, please? I don’t think it’d do any good for Steve and I to die from a heart attack.” He joked with a hint of seriousness lacing his voice. 

His tone gave her pause, causing her to tilt her head to the side a bit. “You were worried?”

“Of course, we were, especially knowing the fact that you were robbed last night with nowhere to go.” Bucky explained thoughtfully. 

“I’m really sorry, next time I pick up and leave, I’ll let you know.” Y/N reassured, ignoring the pounding of her heart that wasn’t just from running. 

Bucky sighed, shaking his head but it didn’t center around annoyance; Y/N could tell that much from his body language. Instead it seemed to be somewhere between motherly worry and playfulness. 

“Why don’t we head back? Told Steve I was going out to find you, figured I’d be out longer than this but obviously, there’s no need.” 

“Right…” Y/N nodded at the same time. She felt Bucky’s arm raise up to push gently on her lower back, guiding her back to their apartment. 

The spot he touched her had warmth radiating from his skin into her body. He was always naturally warm, and she thought that it might have been because of the serum but now she didn’t think so; Bucky must be a warm person is all. 

When they got back to the apartment, Bucky was the first one to turn the doorknob to open it. He stepped through, Y/N ahead of him by mere inches and out of the corner of her eye she saw another, smaller figure. 

“Is she okay?” Steve asked, jumping up from his place by the dinner table. 

Y/N nodded and Bucky spoke. “She’s fine, just had to make sure she didn’t leave anything behind in the alley, you know? The one she jumped out of and we almost hit her?” 

Steve’s shoulders visibly relaxed and he breathed out a sigh of relief. “Did you find what you were looking for?” 

“Unfortunately no, I didn’t find anything in there so I must not have left anything behind.” Y/N lied, looking away for the briefest of seconds. 

She hated herself for lying to their faces. 

“Or maybe someone had already taken whatever it was you left.” Bucky chirped in, standing behind her.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. “I suppose that’s plausible but it doesn’t matter now. I couldn’t find anything there and if someone did take it, there’s no way I could find them.” 

“Well let’s just be thankful you came back okay…” Steve admitted, massaging his forehead with his fingers. 

“Ain’t that the truth.” Bucky agreed as he walked over and onto the kitchen. 

Steve then stepped closer toward Y/N, his blue eyes still swimming in worry. “For next time, tell us where you’re going to leave, okay?” 

For a moment, Y/N tilted her head to the side in wonderous amusement; Bucky said the same exact thing. 

She didn’t have time to answer when Bucky spoke.

“Hey Steve, did you start the sauce yet?”

The smaller man turned to face him and shook his head. “No, I haven’t had the chance.” 

“Okay, well I can get it; all I need is a pan.” Bucky said as he was already opening a cabinet and pulling out a small tin pan. 

Both Steve and Y/N watched for a few seconds before Y/N turned back to face Steve, “Again I’m sorry about ditching you guys. I just really…needed to make sure.” 

Steve was already nodding, showing he understood. “Hey, it’s okay, honestly. I know that you were probably in a rush, so that’s alright. We want to know that you’re gonna be okay.”

“And I am grateful for that, truthfully, I mean I didn’t know it was possible for strangers to care so much for others.” She thanked him again, though a little more heartfelt. 

“It was the right thing to do.” Steve politely countered, but not ignoring what Y/N said.

She couldn’t help but smile at her kindness; both of them. Even in such a city, back when things were much more difficult than in modern times, Bucky and Steve had a compassionate heart  for those in need. They wouldn’t sidestep people who were reached out, asking for someone to simply listen. This time, they took it a step further, they let Y/N (someone they didn’t know) stay at their apartment. 

Y/N had to admit if she had met her the same way, she probably would’ve sent herself in her way, hoping she’d figure it out on her own. 

Selfish, she knew and that’s why she was thankful because she didn’t know if she could have done what they’ve done for her already. 

The rest of the time Bucky spent cooking the spaghetti, Y/N sat at the table with Steve, chatting about this and that. 

 Based on what she could tell, the more she spoke with him, the more comfortable he seemed to feel around her. It seemed that Steve was kind of a shy guy, though she wasn’t sure if that was because she was new or if she was a girl; probably a bit of both. 

In a way she found it endearing considering the fact that women practically throw themselves at him in her time.

He got all flustered whenever a woman showed a clear interest in him. He’d never know what to say, causing him to stammer about as he tried to calm himself down. 

Y/N and Bucky once had been eating at a restaurant with Steve when a woman came right up to the three of them. For a moment, Y/N thought that perhaps she came up to talk to Bucky to chat him up but the thought was dashed the moment the woman said: “you’re really handsome” to Steve. 

They kept quiet, but Y/N and Bucky were dying inside trying not to laugh at Steve as he said “Thanks, you too” before correcting himself saying she was a pretty girl and that he didn’t mean handsome like a man. 

His face was completely red by the end of it, shyly trading phone numbers with the girl. 

Once she skipped out of Y/N and Bucky burst out laughing. Bucky nudged his shoulder asking him what the hell that was and Y/N was just laughing. She admitted she was happy for him but he really fell apart there. 

Maybe he wasn’t all that different. 

“Foods ready!” Bucky shouted from inside the kitchen. Y/N turned in her chair to look over him.

“Do you need any help?” 

He looked up, eyes beaming with gratitude. “Yeah, sure. If you could set the plates and stuff out, I’d appreciate it.” 

“Of course.” Y/N was already getting up from her chair and walked the short distance from the table to the kitchen. She took a brief look around, quickly realizing that she didn’t know where the plates were. 

Steve must have noticed her debacle since he too got up from his chair, and walked over to stand by her side. “The plates are in here…” He reached up to his immediate right to pull back the cabinet door. 

Y/N peered inside instantly seeing the plates inside as Steve mentioned. “Oh thank you, Steve.”

She then reached inside and grabbed three porcelain plates, turning on her heel to move out of Steve and Bucky’s way to set the dishes onto the table. Setting out the three plates, Y/N took a step back to observe the finer details of the plates. 

Easily enough, she could tell that these particular dishes had been put through the ringer, chipped in  several spots with slight discoloration to the once smooth surface. 

They must have had these plates for a long time because there’s no way that these plates look like this and haven’t been kept for quite some time. 

When she heard the slight laughing of the boys, it broke her from her thoughts and focused on the two guys joking around in the kitchen while Bucky stuck a lid over the pot. They’ve been nothing but cheerful since the day she met them which was a bit odd for her since the way she knew them, it took some time for them to show this side to themselves. 

It took nearly a year before Bucky started to relax around her, free enough to make jokes or laugh and took even longer before he allowed himself to be vulnerable. Eventually he took that step, but it definitely took time and effort. 

However those were the parts of their personality they were showing freely without worry something might happen. 

“Coming through, watch out!” Bucky said a bit strained as he grabbed the hot pot from the stove and speed walked to the table. In a rush, he plopped the pot down, waving his hand quickly in a motion that means someone just hurt themselves. 

“Are you alright?” Y/N asked, stepping around the table to stand in front of him.

“Heh, yeah I’m fine, just burned a little.” Bucky reassured nonchalantly. 

Y/N glanced between him and the pot of spaghetti, eyes squinting in confusion once she realized a key object missing. “Do you not have any potholders?”

“Uh…” Bucky started, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck while he thought. “No, I never got around to it and I guess I didn’t think it was important enough to get.” 

“So you’d rather burn yourself then get potholders that keep you from doing that exact thing?” 

He shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t think about kitchen utensils that often.” 

Y/N scoffed in amusement. “Well I suppose I’ll have to buy you some then.” 

“With what money?” He inquired, raising a brow at her. 

She couldn’t resist the urge to nudge him. “I’ll find a job, and get you some, you jerk.” 

“Please do..” Steve cut in as he set the saucepan next to the spaghetti with a towel wrapped around the handle. “He’s not good at kitchen convenience.” 

“Who’s side are you on?” Bucky pointed asked, a playful aura surrounding the question. 

Steve shrugged that time. “I’m afraid I’m not in liberty to say.” 

“Well sorry for not taking the proper steps that go with taking care of the kitchen. Why don’t you show me how to, princess.” He smirked, eyes narrowing in on Y/N. 

Y/N’s mouth hung open as she gawked at him, caught completely off guard by the nickname. There was also the little problem of the blooming heat in her cheeks. 

All she managed to do was scoff one more time, almost sounding like a stunned laugh then dashed into the kitchen.  

Bucky watched the embarrassed woman duck to the kitchen while desperately searching for the silverware. He had to admit, she was very cute especially when she got bashful. She opened several drawers before she found them, grinning at her when she’d looked over at him only to see her whip her head away from him. 

Steve leaned closer to Bucky so only he’d hear him. “Stop it, you’re embarrassing her.” 

“That’s what makes her so cute.” Bucky chided, as he pulled out a chair and sat down. 

The smaller male rolled his eyes at his friend before sitting down himself. 

Y/N walked over to the table, gingerly handing Bucky and Steve a fork then sat down herself; seating herself next to Steve and across from Bucky. 

The entire course of dinner, Y/N managed to make normal conversation while trying not to let Bucky’s earlier tease get the better of her. For the most part, he had refrained from teasing anymore but every once and a while, he grinned at her and it would remind her. 

She would fight the flustered sensation and blush that shot up to her face, shaking her head out of a stupor. 

Overall, it was a good time. 

Once everyone had finished, Bucky took the dishes to the sink to wash them while Steve set the spaghetti and sauce inside a container and stuck it inside the fridge. 

Y/N busied herself, wiping down the table with a washcloth then setting it inside the sink to use later. 

Bucky wiped down the wet dishes with a towel, and put them away once they were dry enough. And after he put the pans he used, he dug out a couple of bowls and a pan Y/n would need for the pie. 

“Do you need any help?” He asked her after laying out the dishes, and she had set the ingredients on the counter. 

“No, I got this. Besides, if I let you help me, it would defeat the purpose of my doing this to repay you.” 

He smiled, “Alright, fair, but still if you do need anything let me or Steve know.” 

“Okay, thank you. It’ll probably take about an hour or so.” Y/N nodded, while also checking the time on the wall clock. 

“That’s fine. We’ll probably play cards on the couch; to keep busy until you’re done.” 

“Hopefully it turns out good.” Y/N added a bit weary of her cooking skills. 

Bucky reached up to pat her shoulder, thumb subconsciously rubbing the clothed skin there. “I am confident it will be great.” 

She bashfully smiled, head dipping down as she accepted the praise. They stood there for a couple more moments before Bucky took his hand away. “Well I’ll leave you to it, don’t want to distract you.” 

He stepped around Y/N toward the living room, turning to his immediate right. He reached down to the knob in the front of the radio sitting on a side table, and as soon as he did soft toned music began to play. 

Y/N listened in for a moment, thinking maybe she knew the song but not surprisingly she didn’t, although she liked the music and when words rang out in a gentle chorus, she liked it even more. 

Despite her respite from being able to make a proper apple pie, Y/N let the music take over, letting it soak into her bones and even humming along with it. 

She started with the pie crust, starting from scratch. First she mixed the flour, salt, butter and cold water together then kneaded it into a ball and set it inside the fridge to harden a bit. 

Then she cut the apples into thin slices and dumped them into a circled pan. Over the slices, she poured the sugar, flour, salt, cinnamon, nutmeg, and touch of lemon juice and mixed them together until it coated the apples entirely. 

Like the crust, she set the apples aside to get out the dough, cut it in half, then rolled it out against the counter top. Once flat enough, she set the first slice inside a circled pan to cover the bottom of the pan. Next, she poured the apple slices inside then covered the top with the remaining dough. 

Y/N took a step back, ready to put the pie in the oven when she realized she hadn’t preheated it and as her eyes scanned the oven itself, she realized too that she had no idea how to work the thing. 

For a second, she thought that she should try to do it herself, after all she was trying to do something nice for the two men that showed her so much kindness. However, the longer she eyed the cooking machine, she knew it was no use. 

A bit anxiously, Y/N poked her head out from the kitchen. “Hey Bucky?”

He stopped the moment his name left her lips, hands holding a deck of cards he was about to deal to Steve. “Need help?”

“Just help with the oven.” She explained timidly while scolding herself inside. 

Bucky got up with no questions, and walked over to her. He stepped past her and bent down to the dials on the front. “What do you need it set to?” 

She walked next to his side, hand resting on his back. “375oF.” 

He turned the dial exactly where she said, then stood up taking note of the hand still resting against him. He chose not to say anything about it. “Never used an oven before?”

“It’s not that, it’s just- uh..” She thought of a way to explain without it sounding bizarre. “My..my family has a different model so this is new to me.” 

She inwardly cringed at the lie. 

Bucky didn’t seem to notice it was a lie and only nodded. “Oh, I see.”

“Yeah..” 

“Well do you need help with anything else?” He offered politely. 

“No, I’m fine now. Thank you for your assistance, Sir.” She said, exaggeratedly.  

He bowed a bit to her. “No problem, Miss, that’s what I’m here for.” 

They shared a laugh as he walked out and back to the couch with Steve. 

Just as she had said, the pie took about an hour to bake and Y/N had nothing to do but to sit and watch Bucky and Steve play whatever card game they were playing. She hadn’t been interested in playing so she didn’t bother to learn the rules, instead enjoyed the conversation between Bucky and Steve. Every once in a while laughing when either one of them said something she thought to be funny. 

Over that hour, she became completely enraptured by the boys not knowing how much time passed until a beeping came from the oven. 

She jumped up from her spot on the couch to jog into the kitchen. 

With a towel in her hand, she opened the oven door and grabbed the pan all while making sure bare hands did not touch the scolding dish. 

After shutting the oven door, she set the pan on the stove then turned the dial to turn the oven off. She could feel the heat coming off the pie crust, and knew that anything inside would be basically liquid magma. 

“Is it done?” Steve asked from his chair in the living room. 

Y/N blew on the pie a few times then answered him. “It is but, it’s going to be really hot so probably should wait a few minutes.” 

Bucky already got up from his spot to walk over to her. “Eh, it’s alright, besides I’m getting a little impatient. Want to know how good this turned out.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll cut you guys a piece.” Y/N surrendered as she took out a knife from the wooden knife holder. 

Without much fuss, Y/N cut two pieces and watched anxiously as the boys both took a bite. They were silent for a couple of seconds and then Bucky spoke first. 

“Oh my god.” 

She grimaced. “That bad?” 

“No, it’s delicious. I mean, it’s really really good.” Bucky beamed, quick to take another bite. 

That made Y/N perk up excitedly. “You think so?” 

Steve nodded then. “It’s great, Y/N. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a homemade pie.” 

“I’m glad you like it. For a second there, I thought I messed it up.”

“If this is how you are gonna repay us, you can make as many pies as you want.” Bucky joked, finishing up the last of his slice. 

Y/N laughed heartily, lightly slapping his arm. “Oh stop it you.” 

“You should get a piece yourself before Buck consumes the whole thing, plate and all.” Steve suggested while gesturing to the pie sitting peacefully on the stove. 

“I believe that.” Y/N remarked as she cut herself a slice and set it carefully onto her plate. 

She dipped her fork into the soft crust, scooped up the apple inside, then brought it to her mouth to bite. She could taste the sweetness of it the moment it hit her tongue and she couldn’t help but giggle happily. 

“I cannot, however, believe I made this. It tastes so good.” 

“You see?” Bucky chimed as he too nudged her arm. 

“If this is how this it’s gonna turn out, maybe I will make you more.” 

Steve, with the last bite in his mouth, tried to speak carefully. “Don’t tempt him, he will eat it all.”

The three shared another jovial laugh, voices mixing together with the music from the radio made it sound euphoric with a touch of nostalgia. The perfect recipe to eat home cooked dessert with friends. 

Finishing the last of their pie, they set the pans and plates into the sink shortly after. Y/n offered to wash them, but Bucky said to worry about that tomorrow since it was getting late and they probably should head to bed. That made Y/N check the clock again and it was nearly ten at night. 

And though that wasn’t really late for her, she didn’t mind the idea of going to bed right now. 

“I can take the couch tonight.” Y/N said as Bucky led her into the living room, noticing Steve turning off the radio to her left. 

Bucky stopped to peer down at her. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, the couch isn’t that comfortable. I’d rather give you somewhere decent to sleep.” 

“But Bucky, you have already let me sleep in your bed, you’ve bought me new clothes, new everything. I can at least give you your bed back.” She reasoned. 

“It's not a big deal though, you can take my bed as long as you want.” He attempted to convince her. 

But she wasn’t having it. She shook her head and crossed her arms. “I thank you for that, but with this, I will not take no for an answer.” 

Bucky smirked at her, briefly glancing at Steve who had moved to stand behind him. 

The smaller man shrugged. “You heard the lady.” 

Bucky threw his hands up in the air, relenting. “Okay, you win. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

“I would never.” She retorted back. 

“I’m heading to bed, good night you two.” Steve bid, already standing by his bedroom door. 

“Good night, Steve.” 

“Good night, Punk.” 

Steve shook his head, a sincere smile still gracing his face even as he stepped inside his room and shut the door. 

“And good night to you too, princess.” Bucky winked, reveling in the way Y/N had frozen up. 

She closed her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts but still amused by his teasing. “Good night, Bucky.” 

All he did was smirk, as he seemed to do when he thought he had the upper hand, and backed away a few steps then turned towards his bedroom door. 

“I’ll see you in the morning.” 

Y/N hummed. “See you in the morning.” 

With that, he opened his door then closed it once inside. 

The apartment was finally quiet, leaving Y/N to fall into her thoughts uninterrupted by the adventure she found herself on. 

Her mind again ran over the events of the day, remembering everything that happened and that caused her to reach into her sweater pocket to pull out the device she had found earlier that afternoon. 

Holding it in her palm made one thought shout above all the rest. 

Fix it.

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i don’t know why but that last picture you posted makes me think of ex!pageant johnny who did beauty pageants when he was a kid/teenager (maybe because of his mom? or because of sid?) and now is super disillusioned with them and kind of doesn’t want to talk about them UNTIL he has to because (maybe) sam? gets into the idea of winning the valley pageant (probably to maybe make a statement about it and johnny kind of is into that idea too) and he starts training her for it and anyway this is my long way of saying i think daniel should witness johnny doing pageant training and lose his mind

- landslided

So, I don’t know if any of you have seen Insatiable but that is what popped up in my mind

It’s about a girl (Debby Ryan) who used to be a big girl and lost weight after surgery (I think) and becomes “hot”. Her lawyer was an ex pageant coach who shows her how to do everything.

(Spoiler) he was lifelong rivals with this one dude for in the show before it was revealed the rival had secretly been in love with him the whole time and they make out in a bathroom BUT I do not care for an AU of this because I much prefer Johnny being an ex pageant queen beauty who helps his non-blood daughter and they bond (instead of everything Patty does to her coach YIKES.)

Johnny shows her everything he can remember—including the tips he got from the beauty queens around him despite not having the opportunity to use most of said tips.

Dark lipstick makes your teeth look whiter. Double sided tape and safety pins are your best friend. Don’t forget your rollers. The higher the heel the longer the leg but the harder it is to have the perfect walk.

One foot in front of the other, good posture, delicate hands, big smile for the judges.

It’s all a performance that you have to be great at or you have no chance at winning.

He usually wore suits as what was expected of him, sometimes themed outfits depending. He would have liked to get to wear all the pretty dresses the girls wore to see if he’d win that competition too. He is, after all, extremely competitive.

He put on some high heels to be silly once when he was cozying up to the judges before the pageant began and got told it was a shame he wasn’t a girl because otherwise he would have been snatched up by a big agency with those perfect visuals.

It pissed him off that he couldn’t do everything.

The creeps that ran the pageants and the annoyance of guys at school teasing him for his forced girly hobby had him bitter and over all of it. The sashes and dainty trophies fit beautifully next to his All-Valley trophy, but had to go. (he couldn’t bring himself to throw them away. It’d be like throwing away his accomplishments. They’re somewhere buried in a box.)

But when Sam brought it up, Johnny jumped to offer his help—cutting off Daniel’s pondering over where they’d find a coach.

Sure, Johnny had to explain to about 4 adults and 12 or so kids that he was in beauty pageants but it only dampened his excitement a little.

Daniel was…really interested in watching him demonstrate for Sam. Really interested—enamored.

He can’t believe Johnny knows nothing about makeup! No wonder his hair was always styled.

Poor Sam had to learn to strut in a room filled with tension between her dad and coach so thick you could cook it in the microwave

Johnny was all “Impress Daniel. Impress Daniel. Impress Daniel” in his mind and Sam rolled her eyes so many times they hurt.

Watching Sam thrive and use her beauty to her advantage was a gift for Johnny. He knows she’s had trouble with people not taking her seriously for it and it genuinely made his heart ache with understanding -he’s also had issues his looks. ‘Pretty boy’ always seemed to be a way of pushing him down.

They don’t let her karate skills go to waste. There are so many things she could do as a talent that it was hard to pick, but they settled for the ice chopping that she knew would make her father happy as a surprise. (idk if they would actually allow that, but that would never stop Johnny or her lol.)

cough cough catch Daniel smitten with the man that helped his daughter and kissing him in the dressing rooms after she wins. Anyone that makes his little girl that proud of herself is a goodie in his book. And MAYBE Johnny had been feeding Sam advice on how to get the angry blond girl so very similar to him and Sam’s ALSO kissed silly in a dressing room until Tory’s face is stained with all her makeup.

#Sorry for the late reply I have a lot of excuses #I am so sorry #i know nothing about pageants #I’m playing #tw weighloss #johnny lawrence #sam larusso

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Play With Me Like a Child: Carly Jones x Bo Sinclair

Warnings: Carly and Bo are both 18, PinV, fingering, Bo somewhat being Bo, (anything else I missed please tell me)

A/N: Day 3! day 3 day 3 day 3! dayyyy 3! I changed this idk how many times and landed on Carly x Bo so now y’all get this!

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Day 3

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The school bell rings and Carly is quick to get up and make her way to her locker to grab the rest of her things.

Nick told her not to wait up on him, he and Dalton were going to be hanging out tonight. Carly took this chance at lunch to ask Paige is she wanted to hang out. Unfortunately her and Blake were going on a date tonight.

Which means Carly is going to be alone. She hasn’t been alone on a Friday night since her freshman year. But last week changed everything. Her and Wade finally had a serious talk about him coming to New York with her.

Wade didn’t take it well, he spent the whole year trying to avoid this talk knowing sooner or later it’d have to come. Last week was when it came and Wade tried so hard to get Carly to stay and Carly tried so hard to get Wade to go. They couldn’t come to a conclusion and it ended in their break up.

The whole school caught on quickly to it, but that wasn’t saying much as their class alone was only 75 students. Still, it was embarrassing. Everyone and their mother thought Wade and Carly would never break up, that they’d be High School Sweethearts. Now that they weren’t together anymore she could hear whispers of people wondering if true love really did exist.

Did Carly and Wade really set the bar that high?

The dirty blonde girl sighs as she frustratingly opens her locker. She puts the text books she doesn’t need away and pulls out homework she didn’t finish in class that she’d have to do over the weekend. One more month of this shit, then she was free.. until September that is, but even then it’s be a whole new set of work.

“Carly.”

The teen jumps slightly and looks to her right. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she slams her locker shut.

“What do you want Sinclair?” She looks at him with her brow raised. The brunet has a crooked smile on his face. Carly knows how charming it is, but so does every other girl at this school.

“Just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out tonight.” He replies, shrugging nonchalantly. Carly maneuvers around him and makes her way to the school’s entrance.

“Why would I wanna hang out with you?” She asks, not even trying to hide her annoyance. The oldest Sinclair brother catches up to her and begins to walk at a similar pace as Carly.

“Cause you don’t have anything better to do.” He answers, Carly glares up at him, making Bo snort. “Listen, I don’t have anything better to do either. You’re free, I’m free. I’m single, you’re single. We can go out tonight. Everything is on me.”

“Are you serious? A week after I’ve been broken up with and you wanna ask me out?”

Bo stops in his tracks and laughs stupidly at himself. “Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that.”

Carly is quick to turn around. “What did you mean by it then? Huh? You think this is some joke?” Her face turns red from embarrassment and anger. Instead of Bo getting pissed back at her, he holds his hands up.

“No, hun, I just think you need to have a fun night out is all. Relax a bit.”

The teen takes a deep breath and looks down. “Fine. But none of your, ‘Sinclair funny business’.”

“Anything for you. I’ll pick you up at 6.”

-

A truck horn honks loudly outside of Carly’s house making her cringe. Of course Bo had to let everyone in Ambrose know that Carly Jones was hanging out with him.

She grabs her satchel with money and her phone and walks downstairs. “Who’re you hanging out with?” Her mom asks. It’s not suspicious, yet Carly’s heartbeat picks up pace.

“Just Paige.” She smiles and goes to hug and kiss her mom on the cheek. Her mom would murder her if she found out she was actually hanging out with a Sinclair boy.

“Okay, well. Have fun tonight and be careful!”

The teen nods her head and leaves the house. Bo’s truck blasts heavy metal music and if Carly’s mom had come out here. She would’ve known right away her daughter was lying to her.

Nervously the girl opens the passenger’s door and she gets in. Her classmate turns down the music and starts to back out of the driveway.

“You look good.” He comments as he drives down the small town roads. She looks at Bo who wears a flannel with rolled up sleeves and jeans.

“You too. Your uh-hair is nice.”

God, why is she so nervous. This isn’t a date, she literally grew up with him too.

Bo smirks and combs his fingers through his curls. “Thanks.”

“So, where are we going tonight?” Carly asks, her fingers fumble with a loose string on her shirt.

“There’s a lake a few miles out. Figured we could shoot some cans and talk for a bit. Brought picnic shit too.”

“Mmm, you sure this isn’t a date?” Carly teases. She doesn’t mean to be but she ends up sounding more annoyed than playful when asking the question.

Honestly what he was taking her to do sounded a lot more fun than doing homework. It actually sounded more fun than what Wade usually had planned. A movie of some sort, it was always one in town, one at his house, or one of those drive-ins. Those would get so boring after so long and it wasn’t like they did anything together. Any advances she made would get brushed off.

“It’s whatever you want it to be.”

Bo parks the truck under some trees and gets out, Carly following close behind him. He grabs his shotgun and a bag and the two of them start to walk into a large field.

“Over by the peach tree.” Bo points. “I found this spot years ago, I take my brothers here sometimes. I’m surprised no one else has found it yet.”

“Why bring me here then?” Carly asks.

“You won’t tell anyone. Paige is just as city girl as you are so why would she come out here? Nick hasn’t hung out with you in years and Wade.. well ya know.” Bo explains, he sets down his gun against the tree and drops the bag next to it.

“Well why aren’t your brothers here?” Carly yells, Bo is yards away setting up the cans again, he glares at Carly but she doesn’t back down from her question when he doesn’t answer.

She flops down in a shitty lawn chair as Bo comes back up.

“Nuh-uh-uh. You’re up first.” Bo gestures his hands towards himself, he grabs his shotgun and hands it to Carly.

Carly looks down at it and then over at Bo. “I’ve never-“

“God, you really are a city girl.” Bo teases, his signature crooked smile comes in his face. Carly’s stomach churns and her face gets a bright pink in embarrassment.

“I’m not, I grew up with you Sinclair! I just never learned how to shoot a gun.” Carly grumbles. Her grip tightens defensively on the barrel of the gun.

“Well that’s just bad parenting. Come on. I’ll teach ya.”

Carly and Bo walk so they’re facing towards the old shitty fence with the cans on top of it. He takes the gun from Carly’s hands and sets it down. “Do this.” Bo crosses his arms but holds his elbows up and Carly mimics Bo. She watches closely as Bo takes his hand and pokes next to her shoulder but below her collar bone. “Gonna want the butt of the gun right here. It’s gotta be comfortable.” He says. “Your feet like this.” One toe faces forward and the other is pointed right slightly. Again Carly mimics Bo, not wanting to fuck anything up and get herself or even him killed. “Good.”

The teen’s heart swells but she shuts down the emotion immediately. Bo hands her the gun and puts her hands where they need to be, the emotions she feels for Bo coming right back up as if she didn’t just get out of a relationship just last week.

“Gotta keep both eyes open. Right eye stares right down the barrel.”

Carly nods her head. The brunet goes behind her and looks at her stance. She feels his eyes wandering, making her gulp. “If you think this is some way to check me out you have another thing coming, cause who’s the one with the gun Sinclair.” Carly’s tone is defensive. She’s scared, she can’t fall in love again, not when she’s going to be leaving this small town and especially not when it’s Bo Sinclair, who is far worse than any man out there.

Except if he’s so bad, why’d she go somewhere with him… alone.

“I ain’t gonna do shit, I’m makin’ sure you’re not gonna hurt yourself. Geez.” Bo sighs. She can tell he’s shaking his head at her. “I want you aiming at that rusty can in the middle.”

Carly listens her eye focuses on the can. “Safety off.”

She turns it off and shoots, the bullet hits just below the can. Into the wood of the fence. She aims again, this time higher and shoots. The can knocks down.

“Hell yeah!” Bo whistles with his teeth excitedly. “There we go!” Carly’s adrenaline picks up and she blushes.

The two manage to shoot cans for a couple of hours before they sit down and eat dinner.

“Ain’t much but it’s what I make Vincent and Les when we come out ‘ere.” Bo says biting into the chicken salad sandwich he made. Carly takes a bite too and leans back in the lawn chair.

The sun is starting to set, she looks at it then over at Bo. “Why didn’t they come?” She can’t help but ask about his brothers again, Bo’s quiet. She knows he’s reluctant to answer.

“Vincent’s getting caught up with the Wax Museum and Les made some friends of his own.” Bo replies. Carly nods in acknowledgment. “Is it true why Wade broke up with you?” Bo asks, he finishes up his sandwich and takes a sip of his beer which Carly never commented on.

“You mean him not wanting to go to New York with me? Yeah.” She answers, honestly up until now she forgot about Wade’s existence. She didn’t feel anything towards him anymore. Originally she was sad but now, who cares? He was never going to change his mind and she should’ve known that from the beginning of their relationship Freshmen year.

“He’s fuckin’ dumb.”

Carly furrows her brows and looks at Bo. “How so?”

“Because, he had one chance to get the hell outta here. Honestly if my girlfriend asked me if I wanted to go to college with her, I would’ve! Ambrose doesn’t provide shit. You get a whole new life away from this place and he takes it for granted.” Bo rants, he’s now standing up and pacing, Carly shrugs.

“Yeah, guess he wasn’t feeling it.” Carly mumbles, Bo looks at her.

“He didn’t deserve you. Fuckin’ hope you know that.” He huffs and shakes his head. Carly finishes her sandwich and chugs down her water.

“Yeah and that’s why I broke up with him Sinclair. Let’s just, forget about it, okay?”

The boy nods his head and takes another sip of his beer. Carly looks up at the peach tree and looks to see a single peach hanging from a branch.

“I can get it for you, if you want it.”

Carly feels how close Bo is behind her.

“Oh no! I was just-“

Bo drops his beer bottle on the dirt and climbs into the tree impulsively. Carly gasps.

“Bo! Get down here, I don’t want you hurting yourself!” She squeaks. On the ground she follows Bo as he walks and crawls to the branch where the ripe peach hangs.

“Oh god, please it’s not even that far of a drop!” Bo shakes the branch with his legs making all sorts of reactions come from Carly. Bo chuckles and before she knows it, Carly has to stop because of the water. Bo reaches up to grab the peach and smirks once he does grab it and shows it off to Carly. She nervously plays with her dirty blonde hair.

“See, nothing to be afraid of.”

“Okay, stop showing off and get back down here!” Worry still laces the girl’s voice. It had every right to as she hears the tree branch snap and then a large SPLASH. She gasps and runs towards the water. “BO?!”

Quickly she toes off her boots and jeans and jumps into the water. It’s not to shallow and not to deep, but with the sun setting it was harder to see what was underneath.

Bo come up before Carly can fully give under. He wears a goofy smile and it still holding the peach for Carly. The fort blonde huffs at the brunet. “You’re not funny! I told you to be careful!” She starts to walk out of the water and grabs her clothes and boots. Bo comes out after her.

“I was very careful! And I got your peach. Bo combs his hair back and out of his face and Carly glares at him. He makes it really hard with how he’s looking at her, she really wants to smile but she still is a little pissed.

Bo waves the peach in her face and she takes it, biting into it. The juice falls from her lips, down her chin and onto her chest. She wipes her mouth and raises a brow holding the peach out for him to take a bite from. He eyes her and takes it, biting the same amount she did and feeling as the sticky nectar drips down his chin too. Carly takes another bite, but this time from his hand and he finishes it off.

When Bo done chewing he grabs Carly’s face and kisses her deeply. Her lips and his both tasting like the fruit they just ate. Carly doesn’t even hesitate, she knows what she wants. Her fingers entangle in Bo’s wet hair and she lets out a small moan.

“Let’s-let’s go back to my truck.” Bo mumbles breathlessly. Carly nods and everything is quickly packed up as the last part of the sun sinks under the horizon.

Bo chucks the bag and gun in the bed of the truck before opening the hatch and lifting Carly onto it. Messily he kisses and licks at Carly’s jaw, his wet clothes getting thrown off in the process. He easily unclips Carly’s bra and she slips it off. When Bo’s hands reach her panties though both of them stop, panting and staring into each others eyes.

“Do you-“

“I’m a virgin.”

Bo backs up and looks at her. “You’re tellin’ me Wade had one of the prettiest girls in Ambrose and he didn’t fuck her once?” He growls. Carly nods her head.

“Got on birth control cause he said he wanted to. He never took my advances though so I never asked.”

“Such a goddamn cuck.” Bo rolls his eyes. Cary laughs which makes Bo smile. “Do you want me to?” His face drops into something genuine and it makes Carly happy.

She looks away but then back at Bo. “Yeah. I’m sick of waiting.”

Bo is slow with her. He grabs her hips and pulls down her panties. He stairs at her dark and hairy mound and almost drools, his thick sigh it’s dipping between her legs and pushing into her. She feels her pussy stretch and grabs onto Bo’s arm.

It feels good, so much better than her own fingers.

Bo’s thumb circles her clit lightly causing Carly to squirm and let out a tiny squeal. He leans down and kisses her cheek. “So tight. Gonna take good care of you.” He promises. Carly nods, her mouth wide open yet she’s unable to speak as his fingers curl in her. Wet noises come from her pussy as he pleasures her and she lets out breathy moans.

“God, I wanna fuck this pussy. This is a good pussy. So goddamn tight.” Bo growls into her ear and bites on her jaw lightly.

He pulls his fingers out and sucks on them as he adjusts himself, getting ready to fuck into Carly.

Carly looks at his huge cock then up into Bo’s blue eyes.

“Don’t worry. I don’t wanna hurt ya. I’ll be slow.”

Slowly Bo slides into Carly and she arches her back. Both of them letting out loud moans. She takes his face in her hands and pulls him down, kissing him messily. Without warnings Bo starts to grind into Carly.

The dirty blonde doesn’t care, she rolls her hips into him and lets out soft pants. Bo’s cock stretches her out with every thrust. Bo kisses and licks her neck gripping onto her hips trying to get more leverage. The truck creaks and groans underneath them.

“You feel so good around me. Squeezin’ me just right city girl.”

The nickname causes Carly’s pussy to pulsate around Bo making him groan more and almost fall on top of her. He keeps thrusting, his hand moves up and thumb caresses her nipple before he pinched it lightly. Carly yelps in surprise which signals Bo not to stop.

Carly’s legs start to shake as she feels her stomach tighten and she starts to sweat.

“I’m gonna cum. Please.” He pinches her nipple again.

“Fuck, yeah you are. You gonna cum around my cock? You gonna let me cum in you?”

Bo’s nose nuzzles against Carly’s cheek and he gives her a wet kiss. She nods and Bo smirks.

“Gotta hear you say it.”

Carly moans and Bo slows down slightly.

“Come on. Then you can cum.”

Carly wiggles trying to get more friction but Bo’s hands hold her in place. “Fuck.. fuck Bo just cum in me! Make me yours!” Carly screams, Bo starts up his pace again and it takes Carly right over the edge. Her back arches as her pussy spasms. She lets out high pitched squeals and cries into the night sky.

Bo falls over the edge rig after her. He bucks repeatedly into her pussy, filling her up just right. He grunts and falls onto her.

“Fuck you felt so good.” He sounds out of breath.

Bo looks at Carly and caresses her face, moving her sweaty hair out of it. He slides out of her causing her to whine. “Sorry, I gotta get you cleaned up.” He says, getting up, he grabs his flannel and wipes her pussy clean. He then pulls Carly back on top of him and the two lay there like that. The night air feeling warm against their skin.

“Do you wanna come to New York with me?”

Carly lets out a small gasp, no, she didn’t mean to ask Bo that. Not at all. No, that’s embarrassing, she tries to get up, but neither Bo or her own body let her.

Instead she hears Bo laughing, she can tell his nose is scrunched up.

“Ask me again in August. I think it’s too soon for you to think you’d wanna room with me.”

Carly opens her mouth to speak but shuts it again and nods. Bo plays with her hair and kisses her head a few times. The two lay there almost all night talking about everything and anything which each other. Catching up on all those years they despised each other.

#carly jones #bo sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #carly jones x bo sinclair #bo sinclair x carly jones #brian van holt #elisha cuthbert

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I am insane about the pre-canon Gertrude/Elias/Agnes dynamic...you know those three were not normal about each other. Imo Agnes rlly would not like Elias b/c of the weird bond he and Gertrude share, and this only gets worse when you consider the fact that E&G probs slept together & now Agnes has to know abt it

Oh she wants to set him on fire for sure, but also, I think Agnes perceives Elias as a person who Gets What He Wants. I think Agnes would really, really like to be a person who Gets What She Wants and, despite growing up the spoiled child-Messiah of the Lightless Flame cult, I think she feels deprived. I think the Lightless Flame gave her anything she asked for as long as it didn't really matter, and that she feels rather condescended to by their indulgence. The thing about the Lightless Flame is, they really didn’t know what they were doing lmao. like they just sorta went “what if we set this pregnant woman on fire” hoping they would get a messiah out of it and that said messiah would just sort of magically Understand. Agnes, imo, does not sort of magically understand, and as a result I imagine she would be pretty hungry for more information about the nature of her own being and her connection with the Desolation and what exactly was expected of her. Of course, the cult of the Lightless Flame can’t give her answers because they don’t HAVE them, they’re flying by the seat of their pants with this shit. But they have to pretend like they know what they’re doing (at least in front of Agnes), and so they’re purposefully cagey and secretive with essential information, trying to maintain the illusion that they know more than they do. I imagine this drives Agnes up the wall (and has been the reason more than one cultist was melted). She’s their god’s Chosen One and yet still is treated like a bratty child who can’t be trusted to be in charge of her own life. So, when she encounters Elias, champion of the Beholding, with his careful control of everything around him and his ability to simply Know things, to ask for information and be told (and, if a subject isn’t forthcoming, to coerce the needed information from them), there’s this weird sort of jealous admiration alongside her annoyance at his existence. 

Because she’s devoid of any Beholding truth-sensing powers, I don’t think Agnes can tell when Elias’s projected sense of control is genuine vs an illusion he’s crafting, and so he comes across as always unruffled and secure, which I think is an enviable position to her. I think she’s almost indignant that Elias, despite serving an obviously inferior god, gets to be so unbothered, have so much agency, and, on top of it, gets claim over Gertrude, who obviously should belong to Agnes and Agnes alone. It’s a very trying situation for her. It’d be SO MUCH EASIER to just MELT HIS FACE OFF. ugh. but gertrude said no. (For his part, I think Elias is VERY CAREFUL about how close he allows Agnes to get because, despite the fact that he’s quite good at acting unafraid, he isn’t, and is aware that if he slips up around her, she could and would kill him. which, obviously, is to be avoided at all costs. I answered an ask about these 3 a while ago in which I described Elias seeing Agnes the way you would see an extremely rare and deadly venomous snake; interesting, beautiful even, but you’re sure as hell not letting your guard down around it.) 

Anyway yeah this is all just a very lengthy way to reiterate what you said, which is that you know these three were not normal about each other. I still want to make more art for my headcanons about them because they still take up a corner of my brain even though it’s been a while since I’ve actually posted anything, so thanks for the excuse to ramble about my perceived dynamic for them a bit! There’s so much potential there. 

#asks #tma #also yeah knowing E&G slept together would annoy agnes sooo much lmao especially since she doesn't get to Actually Touch gertrude #on account of them only meeting in person once #(my headcanon is that they see each other a lot but not physically)

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I just love your work!!! Brightens up what is otherwise a crappy, boring day!!

Now I have a request (I’ve been wanting to write this myself but my day job and real life get I the way)

The reader/Y/N (whatever you call it) is a Byers so had to go to California and is in a relationship with Steve. For whatever reason he couldn’t come to you when Mike went to see Eleven and you couldn’t come to him (better excuses than Nancy and Jonathan’s) so when the van appears in Wheeler’s driveway, she gets out of the van (slightly after the others do which has Robin comfort Steve when he thinks she’s not there) and then she appears and there’s lots of running into each other’s arms as they reunite and you can go on from there! Hope it makes sense!!!!!

I love this! And of course, I can’t find the gif I wanted to use where she’s rubbing his back, but I’ll use this instead cause poor baby looks sad.

Five months.

Five months and 2,000 miles apart is an awful thing to deal with when you’re separated from the love of your life.

When you, your mom, brothers Will and Jonathan and El moved to Lenora, California after the events at Starcourt Mall over the last summer, you were heartbroken.

You didn’t want to leave Steve Harrington.

Steve, who’d been your boyfriend for over a year at that point. You’d never been away from him and your heart was absolutely crumbling when you left.

It had been the longest five months between October and March, which was currently spring break. While El and Mike wrote letters to one another, you and Steve constantly talked on the phone—much to your mother and brother’s annoyance.

“If I have to hear, “No, you hang up first!” one more time, I’m gonna barf,” Will complained.

Jonathan one time had went ahead and did it for you.

“No, I’ll hang up!” he said, with a cheerful smile, making you grimace.

“I don’t complain when you talk to Nancy,” you’d huffed.

“That’s because we have adult conversations, unlike you and Steve,” he’d rolled his eyes.

“Steve’s older than both of you. As am I, if I remember correctly.”

“This is why I choose to write letters,” El shrugged, unfazed by the arguing.

She was just happy that Mike was coming to California for spring break.

You and Jonathan hadn’t lucked out when it came to your significant others though.

Steve didn’t have enough money to afford a round trip ticket to California since his parents cut him off. He was working at Family Video and while that made him decent enough money, it just wasn’t enough to afford the ticket.

You couldn’t go to him because your mom absolutely refused for you to. Joyce Byers had been through a lot in the last couple of years.

Two years ago, Will had went missing, disappearing into an alternate dimension none of you had even been aware of before.

One year ago, she lost her old school friend and boyfriend Bob, to one of the horrid creatures from said different dimension. He literally died in front of her eyes.

Eight months ago, last summer, she lost Hopper. Someone you were sure she harbored feelings for. No one found him after the blast and the fire at the mall. He was presumed dead.

So you could understand why she prohibited you from going back to Hawkins. She was just terrified.

But when she went missing on a “business trip” to Alaska, El was arrested for assault of her school bully—you still wish you’d seen her click the girl, she deserved it and more for the way she’d treated your younger sister—and none of you could reach your mom, spring break turned into quite the dumpster fire.

Mike had arrived and enjoyed all of a half day with El before the roller rink incident and everything fell apart.

What happened next was so wild you thought you’d accidentally smoked some of Jonathan’s and his friend Argyle’s stash of weed—it was that crazy. In fact, you kinda wished it’d been a weed induced dream.

It involved secret agents then dead secret agents, when there was a shootout at your California home, Argyle freaking the fuck out, ending up in the desert searching for El and a woman named Nina and a side trip to Utah to visit Dustin’s girlfriend Suzie.

Between finding out Nina was a thing not a she, finding El in the middle of the desert, rescuing her and trying to aid in defeating a new villain that you and the others had no idea even existed up until this point, you were exhausted.

It was a long two days heading back to Hawkins. You were grateful to be seeing Steve, but you were worse for wear, tired and run down after everything you, your family and friends had experienced.

You fell asleep about an hour from home, missing the absolute chaos of what your town had turned into. You were told later about the huge cracks in the earth throughout the town, the line of cars you’d passed that we’re leaving Hawkins as you’d entered it, about the “earthquake” that had caused so much damage.

But in that moment, you were peacefully unaware, lost in your dreams.

•

Steve was just as confused as the rest of his friends when he heard Mrs. Wheeler’s comment.

“Did someone order pizza?”

“Pizza?” Dustin asked turning around.

He turned with Robin and Nancy, spotting a van—Surfer Boy’s Pizza labeled on the side.

His astonishment was as clear as everyone else’s when he saw who all stepped out.

Mike.

El.

Jonathan, Will.

A boy with long black hair, a visor and bright, mismatched clothes followed.

His eyes scanned to see if there was anyone else in the van and he was sure his chest broke open when he saw no one.

Where were you? Were you okay? Did something happen to you?

Mrs. Wheeler ran to greet Mike, hugging him tightly.

Dustin bounded toward Will and El, throwing both his arms around his long missed friends.

Nancy flew into Jonathan’s arms, embracing him tightly.

At least the others were happy, Steve thought as he fought a frown, walking back to the car trunk they were previously loading with boxes. He felt Robin’s hand on his back, patting it lightly. Even without words, he knew she was there for him.

An unfamiliar voice—which he figured belonged to the stranger—spoke behind him. He didn’t turn around, not paying attention. He bent to pick up another box to put in the trunk.

You woke to Argyle’s smooth, relaxed voice.

“Hey, sleepyhead. We’re here.”

You opened your eyes, seeing the familiar view of the Wheeler household. The van was now empty and you rubbed your eyes quickly, standing up so you could get out.

That’s when you saw him, back turned to the van, in his regular Levi’s and a blue sweater that looked amazing on him, even from the back.

His heart skipped a beat when he heard a familiar voice.

“Steve?”

He turned around, seeing you still standing in the van, having yet to step out. You looked tired, but also like you’d just woken. Your hair was flattened a bit on one side from where you probably rested your head against the window. But you were the most beautiful sight to his eyes. At some point, the box fell out of his hands, landing in the driveway on its side and he was running towards you.

“Steve!” you exclaimed happily, a smile breaking out on your face.

You leaped down, running towards him until he scooped you up in his arms and you were being spun in circles. You were too happy as you hugged his neck tightly to care about being dizzy. He was real under your touch, all soft hair and warm, sun kissed skin.

“Oh my god,” he breathed, as if he couldn’t believe you were real either, “When I didn’t see you come out of the van, I assumed the worst.”

“I fell asleep,” you smiled sheepishly, “Argyle woke me up.”

“I’m just so glad you’re okay,” he said, grabbing your face in his hands, kissing you hard.

When he pulled away, you wrapped your arms around his torso, snuggling into his chest. You weren’t going to let go anytime soon.

“From now on, I’m not letting you go anywhere. You’re stuck with me, baby.”

And that was completely fine with you.

#steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x Byers!reader #stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff

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Just for fun, I thought I'd list every time that Jude makes reference to Cloda in Lucky Girl hehe

First - 3.14

The waitress who takes our order is my age with a pretty face and blonde hair twisted up into a spiky bun. 

“Alright, so two pancakes.” She says, doing a slight double take when she lifts her eyes from her notepad and fixes them on Jude. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

He smiles. “Hi. Yeah, just down to check on the house since the storm.”

“Thought you lived in Germany now or something.”

“Yeah I do, I’m just back for a little while.”

“Oh right.” She wipes her hand on the front of her trousers. “You keeping well and all?” Her name tag is glossy gold. Clóda. 

“Sure, I’m fine. And you? Are you in college?”

“I never went in the end. I work weekends here, and then during the week I’m at the front desk in the resort hotel.”

“That’s cool. It’s nice that you’re staying so busy.” They smile at one another, and then she seems to remember she has things to do. “Right, so.” She says with a self-conscious smile. “I better go back to the till.” We thank her, and as she hurries off I look at Jude, who folds a napkin in half. Then again, pressing the side of his thumbnail along the edge to crease it. 

“Someone you used to know?”

“Yeah. We hung out one summer a few years ago.”

“Right.” There was tension between them. I bet they had sex. I insist to myself that I’m not jealous, but my heart jolts and something thick and heavy settles in my stomach. 

His eyes flicker to mine for a moment, holding incredulity in them and killing any desire I had to ask something else. I don’t dare to feel anything else about this waitress and the summer he spent ‘hanging out’ with her. We both know that I haven’t got the right to. Our unspoken words hang big and heavy between us now, but we don’t say them, opting instead we make benign remarks about the weather, the movement of the sea, the atmosphere in the boat club, and when Clóda returns with our food we talk about that, how it’s tasty but not as tasty as other pancakes we’ve had in more exciting places. 

Second - 3.23

“But here,” I say, “Isn’t it romantic? On this beach in the birthplace of Aphrodite?” I blink up at him and emphasise, “The goddess of love?”

He smirks, “But we don’t have anything to lie on.”

“So?”

“Well I don’t think you’ll like it without having a blanket down. I’m enjoying how eager you are but I think you’ll be happier on a bed in a nice house where there isn’t going to be sand going into places you can’t even imagine.”

The mental image is enough to make me shudder, but still I huff with annoyance, “I feel like you’re ruining the sexy vibe by saying we should go somewhere else.”

“We can do it here if you insist, I just don’t think you’ll like it as much as you think you will.”

“Speaking from experience?”

“Maybe.”

Third - Epilogue

“Well since you don’t care and it has no power over you anymore, maybe you finally ought to know…” He glances quickly around the empty lobby before his eyes slide back to mine and he whispers, “that you were the seventh.”

“The seventh?”

“Is that a good-surprise or bad-surprise?”

“Well I thought it’d be so many more.”

He shrugs, “No, I mean there was the first girl in the playground, then a girl who worked in the tennis club at the beach, a girl from my maths class at school, Michelle, someone from my university, Astrid, and then you-” He pauses, “Wait, there was another one. You were eighth. Seventh and a half.”

#lucky boy extras #love how after fifteen years she has become a girl that works at the tennis club #Evie #babe #you never had anything to worry about #good to know she also still has sweaty hands lmao

[hexachloro12butadiene]

while I love the project sekai story as is and think it’s fun having everyone in the same town and high school, I also think it’d be super cool to have more variety in ages, etc. anyways it’s the kind of thing I would write one of those huge in depth au fics for if I was into that kind of thing, but I’m more of a one-shot and leave it kinda person so instead I’ll write out my thoughts here.

Leo/Need

leave them the same lol. Leo/Need’s story is obviously very focused on the whole high school thing so changing it doesn’t make sense.

Vivid Bad Squad

honestly I’d say leave them the same but also it’s be funny if they were college students. akitoya have been performing together since high school still. kohane’s parents freaking out because their little girl went off to college and went wild. actually it’d be great if akito, Toya, and an are all from the area but kohane’s from some little town in miyagi or something. she’s got a bumpkin dialect.

More More Jump

listen. they’re the reason I started this thought process. there ARE plenty of high school idols and even middle school idols but the amount of drama and leaving and coming back it would make so much more sense for them to be older. and also! you can introduce so many more interesting subtleties by having them older. I think it would be interesting for Shizuku to be the oldest, and her to have “aged out” of being an idol at around 25 because she “looks too old” but after graduating realizes she still loves it and wants to come back. Airi, a bit younger, could keep her same story of having been pushed into variety. Haruka is then the youngest of the 3, and graduated early at like 21 for the same reasons as in the story. meanwhile, Minori is still a high schooler. Giving that age difference makes it more realistic for her to have looked up to the other ones as a kid. plus idol groups with wide age ranges are super fun!!! there’s a lot of shock to it in the actual story as well but having these three 20+ veteran idols be like we’re back and our BFF is a high schooler would be SO funny. bonuses to this change is it ups the age difference between Shizuku and Shiho to ~10 years which I think is SUPER interesting.

Wonderlands x showtime

ALSO want to age these guys up. nene has achieved some level of notoriety as an actress before her downfall. emu, like her siblings, is involved with management of Phoenix Wonderland but she still has her same personality and disagreements with them. Rui is Local Deranged Man. But the funniest thing is, by far, Tsukasa. Instead of this high schooler running around proclaiming his own greatness while getting no roles it is. A fully grown man. Just like with Shizuku, this would exaggerate his difference with Saki and let me tell u I have seen how 4 year olds act around their newborn siblings and yeah Tsukasa would kill or die for saki.

Nightcord

LET! THEM! LIVE! IN DIFFERENT PLACES!!!

when have you EVER had a group of four online friends all live in the same town? NEVER

if they live in separate places, that makes the sekai itself even more special as a meet up place because. it’s the only way they get to see each other. also we’re changing their ages too. kanade is an adult & the oldest but still the least capable of taking care of herself. constantly gets mistaken for a middle schooler. mafuyu is still a high schooler because that’s too integral to her story. I feel like her being the youngest of the group also emphasizes her prodigy vibes and ena’s annoyance and admiration of her. ena is going to art school, and unlike Akito she moved away to a different town. he’s the only member of her family that she calls. she loves and hates art school all at once. mizuki.... so I actually feel this is super fun for mizuki? the others don’t know SHIT about mizuki. their age, gender, job/school status, where they live, etc. it’s SO much easier to keep your life hidden when you never see each other irl. when they discover the sekai for the first time, mizuki has a panic attack afterwards about having been Seen.

————

so those are my thoughts... I get that if it were done this way it’d be harder to have everyone meet & be friends but I also think some of the relationships could be interesting (Nene retires to be a vocal instructor & takes ichika and minori as students? emu meeting mafuyu at some volunteer event and not having the “you’re older than me” excuse, mizuki & rui being online friends since middle school and having so so so much dirt on each other. they don’t know each other’s real names., etc.) I also think it’d be super fun to have them interacting with vocaloids who are younger than them. akito and meiko sitting at the bar watching the kagamines up to some shenanigans like Is This What High Schoolers Do Now but then kaito joins in and it’s like ah no. they’re just idiots.

hmmm tumblr might’ve broken the post so I’ll stop here and see if it’s posts correctly or not.

#project sekai

[writebackatya]

🎢🤡🎶 for the fanfc ask game?

🤡What’s a line, scene or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

Someone already asked me this, but luckily I think I’m so gosh darn funny that I have more than one answer. So here’s one from Up, Up, and Away!

“Yeah! Don’t worry guys,” Dewey said as he stepped by Gandra’s side, “we got this!”

“We?” Gandra asked as she looked down at Dewey in annoyance.

“Yeah! I wanna help you two!” Dewey said as he looked up at Gandra with an excited grin. “That supervillain stands no chance against the collaborative team-up of Gizmoduck, Agent Dee, and their super sidekick Dewey! I even got a team name for our little group, The Super Spies! You know cause Gizmoduck is a superhero, you’re a spy, and yours Dew-ly is a little bit of both. I’ve helped Darkwing Duck on his superhero adventures, and I helped Launchpad beat Double-O-Duck which I know is a video game, but like it’s a VR video game, so it’s pretty much the same thing. I’m basically the Ultimate Sidekick!”

“Oh really? That’s cool and all, but did you not hear what I just told your family, kid?” Gandra grumbled.

“Nerp! I was too busy looking at the sleeves on your shirt!” Dewey answered. “I really dig your style! Did your shirt come like that or did you cut them yourself?!”

“I-..what?” Out of all the responses Dewey could have given Gandra, that was one of them that she was not ready for.

Oh Dewey and Gandra, I really do think they’d make for a fun pair. I feel like Dewey would be immune to Gandra’s dry wit and sarcasm cause it’d just go over his head. Also. Do you think Gandra cut the sleeves of her shirt herself or did it come like that?

🎢Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

The next Indi-Quack! I think will hold that title when I finish the thing, but I guess I should pick something that people can actually read. I think I’ll go with It’s All Downhill from Here! from Home for the Holidays! I wanted the fic to have the sensation of going down hill and then up that hill, only to suddenly go down that hill again. Plus I love all the setup for the comedic shenanigans poor Donald and Drake get caught into cause of their bad luck

I guess also any of the Indi-Quack! stories where someone unknowingly take drugs

🎶Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

So here’s a little secret about my fanfics. If I have a song at the beginning or the very end of my fic, chances are I listened to that song a billion times while writing that story. If a character sings a song in one of my stories, chances are listened to that song a billion times

One WIP I’ve been trying to finish for awhile now has me listening to two different songs on loop while I’m writing it. One is the song that is paired with the story (which is also the fic’s title) and the other is a song that one of the characters in the story is going to sing. But I don’t want to say what it is, I’ll just say it’s a P!NK song

[ginjointsintheworld]

One thing I really want is for Lauren and Leyla to actually get to communicate if they ever get back together. Everything with them is glossed over or hinted at like Lauren’s addiction is a huge part of her life and other than that one comment where Leyla says she knows Lauren’s an addict, there’s been nothing else. Even while Lauren’s been actively struggling. I get her not wanting to burden Leyla while they were broken up but if they get back together I’d hope it would be brought up. Also I want this deportation thing to be about Leyla in some tiny way like I know it’s about Lauren getting to help Leyla in a way that she wants and knows about to show how Lauren’s grown(which kind of annoys me tbh there are other less tragic storylines and Leyla always being saddled with struggle is odd)but it’s such a huge thing for them to drop on Leyla and not mention anyone else in her life. Even if she’s too proud to tell them, I want her to like. Mention her mom or an old friend or someone you know?

yeah, there's been important conversations from their relationship where the writers did more tell than show. which i guess given that they were developed during s3 with 14 episodes, things had to be trimmed down *sigh* that being said though, i do remind myself that two things can be true, we as an audience didn't see a conversation between characters but canonically it did happen. now is that good writing? lol probably not. lauren's addiction is a huge part of her life and it is something that leyla is aware of ('i'm an addict', 'i know' (3x13)) and lauren communicated ('she knows because i tell her everything' (4x05)). especially given how jeanie brought up lauren's struggle with abusing adderall at work, lauren's unflinching answer means that she told leyla about that time period too. but regardless, i agree, it’d be nice to see them discussing lauren’s struggle with feeling like NA is a big trigger for her addiction. if nothing else, it would help leyla understand that lauren leaving her ED position wasn’t solely for her. 

i totally understand the annoyance with the visa storyline. like when will leyla just be able to do her residency in peace 😩 but on the other hand, given what the writers have focused on when it comes to leyla, i guess visa issues were always going to be a thing coming into play. in fact, i think before we found out 3x14 was about leyla’s washington residency, people were speculating that it would be immigration related. it’s also kind of that balance where, okay well what conflict can be used for lauren and leyla to work on together? it has to be something on leyla’s end because... well... lauren is hiding in plants to stay out of leyla’s hair. but it also has to be something big enough that leyla might reach out for help. so that pretty much removes anything work related. what could possibly pop up there that she couldn’t handle? not to mention lauren getting involved in anything work related again would be a sore spot considering the 5th spot fiasco. ideally with this visa situation, it’ll be lauren providing some resources (lawyer, some non-profit foundation connection, etc) and leyla can take it from there. i’m with you, would love to know that leyla talked to someone about this, even they couldn’t do anything to directly help. but i also wonder, is leyla the type to only disclose good news to her loved ones back home so they don’t worry? did her mom know that she was living in her car in new york? after all, the first time we heard leyla mention her mom was wanting to tell her the good news about the residency spot. even if i think back to roxana’s conversation with lauren regarding leyla, the way she said that she and the other residents were worried leyla was throwing her future way implies that leyla put on a front that she was adamant about being fine with not going back to NA. 

but hey, here’s hoping we get some hefty substance to this storyline in 4x17!

#anon #asks #sometimes i feel like i get defensive about the idea that lauren and leyla don't communicate #(which anon please know this is not directed at you #i'm just internally musing and trying to assess my bias) #because i feel like even though we get robbed of seeing it explicitly at times #it's clear through conversations they do have that they do talk about important things #that communication is actually a very important pillar to them in their relationship #even now when they're broken up you can still see it #that when there's a break down from one person's end (leyla in 4x11-12 and lauren in 4x14) the other pushes for it #and not to get tomatoes thrown at me but i think they communicate better than the main ship of the show #with the exception of the donation obviously rarely did we see them directly contradict something the other communicated #unlike m*x say fucking with the clinic by going behind h*len's back to stir up the patients when she specifically asked him not to #bc it was an important day for her to get funding #or hell the way their 'i thought i was your family' fight just left off on a cliffhanger only to be acknowledged by an indirect speech?

[jjtheresidentbaby]

s.w.a.t classification headcanons

(this is just going through all the characters I write for like I did for a few in this post, I will be covering those characters again tho)

(I really want to talk about swat agere and have nothing in my inbox so I just decided to make this! Me and @berrymoos have talked abt this so a lot of the things in here come from us sharing ideas back and forth)

Jim Street- flip with little lean, I could see him as just a little in general but I’m going to work off the flip hc for this as I prefer it. He’s clingy when he’s little, always pressed to someone’s side or holding someone’s hand. He’s also just a little mess maker (much to his big headspaces annoyance) he stays mostly happy when regressed but there’s definitely those times he goes into vent regression. He always goes to Zoe or Hondo when that happens, it can be scary considering his past. Then when he’s a caregiver it’s to people he knows as it doesn’t happen a lot. However he will jump in to help anyone that needs it immediately, if a person needs caretaking in the field he is right there.

Dan “Hondo”- caregiver, this has been talked about many times on my page but I will never get tired of caregiver Hondo. He’s the perfect cg in my head. So respectful, so sweet, makes the best food, amazing jokes and just the best. Helping people is in his blood at this point so caring for a little sounds like the perfect thing for him. He’d love and admire every second of it.

Victor Tan- flip with super big caregiver lean, I’ve said this already but Tan just loves taking care of people and he’s phenomenal at it. Seeing his little play or color makes his heart swell, having to help them tie their shoes or brush their hair makes him so extremely happy. On the other hand he needs his time to regress as he grew up very fast and doesn’t take a lot of time to relax. I think little Tan would only ever come out around very select people, he’d also be the sweetest sleepiest baby ever. Super respectful and just wants cuddle But but him and street would rain havoc on whoever was watching them while little (probably Hondo) and cause the biggest messes ever- throw Zoe in there and oh boy the poor guy who has to watch those three better be prepared

Chris Alonso- flip with no lean, she can go small or be a caregiver. Sometimes she find it hard to care for other littles when she’s so out of practice being one herself or even just out of practice being a caregiver. She goes with the flow, if one day she feels like she needs to regress then she will when she can, if she really wants to take care of someone then she’ll see if any of her little friends need help or would want to come over. She’s very much laid back about her classification

Deacon Kay- caregiver, I know he has kids in the show so this might seem obvious but it fits his character so well. He’d be so gentle and tender with his little too, probably teach them all about hockey, making sure they have the right eating habits, buying nice clothes with fabrics they like, saying how proud he is after anything they do

Dominique Luca- neutral or caregiver, I don’t know where I really place Luca as he’s not a character I write for a lot or think much about. I think him being a neutral could totally work, he just doesn’t lean to any headspace. He’d definitely try to help a little out or a caregiver that needed it, Luca has a helpful nature to him I just don’t necessarily think it’s caregiver like

Jessica Cortez- caregiver or flip, if she was a flip she’d only ever regress around Hondo. That’s it. Nobody else. She’d love to take care of anyone who needed it though, she’d jump through hoops to make her little happy and it’d be one of the only things to make her step away from her work. She makes sure to divide all her attention so her little is never left lonely but she gets what she needs done. It’s all about balance with Cortez, it makes for a good routine type of system

Nichelle- caregiver, her job kind of requires it but also her love for helping people is so obvious. She’s such a kind soul that would happily watch over anyone who may need it. She’s the type of cg to take her little on nature walks and to the science museum to teach them little facts she knows. She care a ton about mental health/physical health so she makes sure to teach her little about any tips or tricks they may be able to use

Alexis Cabrera- flip with a major caregiver lean, she would be the sweetest cg there is in existence. She cares for Zoe and Street a lot, they love to cuddle up and watch movies with Alexis. But don’t be fooled there’s plenty of chaos Alexis is prepared to deal with. She’s the type of cg to carry a backpack filled with anything anyone might need at any given time. When she’s small it’s mostly vent regression that doesn’t happen often, she has a hard time getting out of little space once she’s in it and relies a lot on her people to help her during it all. I think Zoe and Street would be who she goes to when small, maybe Tan if they weren’t available

Zoe Powell- flip with little lean, her and Street are very similar and totally hang out when little. She’s a menace but will also kiss her cg’s forehead if they’re having a bad day. She’s an argumentative person in general but it’s usually a bit tamer when she’s little, however she does hold her ground about things. Her and Street love to play pranks when small but lets be real Zoe’s the one actually executing them, Street comes up with the idea and Zoe figures out how to pull it off then sets it up. When she’s a cg I think she’s the protective type much like Hondo, always keeping an eye on her little and keeping them as safe as possible

Nora Flower- caregiver or flip, I’m torn with Nora. We don’t know much about her but what we do know makes me lean more towards caregiver, of course, she is a medic and all. But I think she could be a flip with a very big caregiver lean, maybe only regressing by herself or with one other person, never talking about it or bringing it up. She’s closed off in general and I think her classification relays that

Dan “Hondo” Senior- caregiver through and through, he’d do anything for any little he ever encountered. I would trust this man with my life and I know he’d never let a single hair be hurt on anyones head. Just the granddad trope that listens to old jazz and tells you stories from when he was younger

#jj headcanons #swat agere #fandom agere #agere headcanons

[luvsturniolo]

Could you write something for Chris? Maybe one where he’s in a mad mood and says something really mean he doesn’t mean to the reader so she leaves and he has to really work to apologize and make it up to the reader but it’s fluffy in the end and it all works out

— ★ !! irritable

pairing : chris sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis : after having a really bad / exhausting day, chris insults you on accident. what he said hurt your feelings and now he has to make it up to you

a/n : oh my god, of course !! also miscommunication is my specialty so i've got you babes ;)

also i’m so sorry that it took so long to answer, i’m currently going thru and answering requests to catch up

wc : 0.9k

you came home in a great mood because you had a really good day. you’re super excited to tell chris about it as you open the door of your guys’ shared apartment.

you quickly spot him in the living room. he’s sprawled out on the couch, watching a movie.

he hasn’t noticed you’d even gotten home. suddenly, the fact he’s got no idea that you’re here sparks an idea to scare him.

see, you guys get off work and different times each day — which means neither of you can prepare for the others arrival seeing that you’d never know what it’d take place . due to this, you’ve both started a habit of trying to scare the other when they’re home alone.

you sneak up behind your boyfriend before jumping out at him, grabbing his shoulders to freak him out even farther.

expecting chris to laugh, you start to giggle at him. but he doesn’t laugh. he just gives you a side-glance before returning his attention to the tv.

you think for a moment, noticing he’s in a pretty bad mood. normally, physical touch or simply being near him fixes his mood.

so you walk around the couch and lay down beside him, resting your head in his lap. chris looks down at you and just sighs, looking back at the tv.

now you’re really confused. what the hell is his problem?

“are you okay?” you ask him.

“mhm.” chris responds shortly.

“uh, what?” you laugh. “you’re clearly not okay. you don’t have to lie to me. i can help you through whatever’s bothering you.”

“why would you ask if you’re just gonna fucking correct me?” chris retorts.

“sorry, i’m worried about you.” you say.

chris doesn’t answer, his attention fully engulfed in whatever’s taking place on the tv screen.

“chris.” you say to get his attention. “what’s wrong? i’m just worried about you. you know you don’t-“

“just shut the fuck up already!” he shouts, looking down at you with annoyance in his eyes.

you scoff, standing up from the couch and walking out of the living room completely. you storm away from him and go into your guys’ shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

chris just sighs, looking back at the tv now that you’re gone.

however, no matter how hard he tried to focus on the movie, there’s a pang of regret in his chest, making him feel really, really, really bad for saying that to you.

see, chris would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. you’re more than his girlfriend, you’re his best friend.

but he’s a human being. everyone has bad days where everything annoys them. and turns out, chris was having one of those days. and you happened to be the thing to be who he blew up on.

he gets up from the couch and walks down to your guys bedroom.

“y/n, i’m sorry.” chris says, tapping on the door with a gentle fist.

you don’t answer him as you curl up under the blankets and hug your pillow closer to your chest.

he sighs at your lack of a response before softly opening the door and letting himself inside. you can hear him enter the room, but you stay silent and don’t say anything.

he walks over to the bed and sits on the edge. you feel the mattress sink under his weight and you scoff.

“if i annoy you that much, why are you in here?” you ask, still not facing him.

“i’m sorry for blowing up on you like that.” he apologizes.

“you should be.” you say.

it’s a little rude of you, but you’re pissed. you’re not gonna let him walk all over you. if your boyfriend hurts your feelings, a simple apology won’t fix everything.

“i know.” he sighs, lying down beside you. you feel chris’s arms wrap around your waist as he pulls your back against his chest. he buries his face in your neck with a content exhale.

you want to shove him off of you because you’re still mad. but physical touch is your favorite.

so you allow him to snuggle, but you stay silent.

“i’m sorry,” chris says against your skin. “i know i hurt your feelings and i genuinely feel bad for it. i’d do anything to make it up to you. but i know you don’t want my pity.”

“i was excited to tell you about my day.” you mutter.

he sighs, a wave of guilt washing over him.

“i can’t take back what i said, but i’m really glad you had a good day.” chris tells you. “i’m so sorry for ruining that for you.”

you’ve known chris for a long time — which means that you can read his emotions as though they were your own. and you can tell that he genuinely feels like shit now.

there’s no point in staying mad at him when you can tell he regrets what he did.

“you didn’t ruin my day,” you tell him, “i just wish you weren’t so dismissive of my feelings.”

communication is a huge thing in your guys’ relationship. it’s what keeps you guys going. so whenever there’s a misunderstanding, you both make an effort to apologize and explain how you felt.

one of chris’s mottos is that he never goes to bed angry.

“i’m sorry.” he repeats for the hundredth time. “i love you so much. remember that.”

“i love you too.” you say, feeling him place a kiss on your head.

tags : @kasqnxx @lvrsparadise @prettysturniolo @strniolo @urmyslxt @cupidsturniolo @opheliaofficial07 @thetriplets3 @sturn1olo-ffics @uhnanix @deadxrx @kitaysworld

#luvsturniolo!! #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo head canons #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #miscommunication #reqs open

[natedogx15]

Miraculous Descendent Chapter 30: Love is in the Air

Previous Chapter

It's been a week since Princess Fragrance, and today was a special day for Paris, Valentine's Day. Well, not quite. It isn't actually Valentine's Day in Paris since it's nowhere near February. However, Mayor Dupain has decided to create another day similar to Valentine's Day to try and keep positive emotions up in Paris.

Marinette and Nate are in Nate's room messing with the Miracle Box. This time, the two collected various items that represent loyalty. Now they were going to test them on the box. These things include a sunflower, a fake badge, keys, a collar, bamboo, and even a stuffed wolf. There is also a water bottle next to the piece of bamboo.

"Why did you bring a stuffed wolf and fake badge?" Marinette asks him with a raised eyebrow as he sees the items in question in Nate's hands.

"Where am I supposed to get a real wolf and badge? What, am I supposed to break into a zoo and mug a cop?" Nate asks her with a raised eyebrow while holding the items.

Marinette shrugs before telling him.

"I think it'd take a real badge or wolf to make the box work."

"Well, my parents don't spoil me that much. So, this is the best I can do." Nate shrugs while holding the items before looking at the things she brought.

"Why did you bring keys?" Nate asks her with a raised eyebrow as he sees a pair of keys in her hand.

Marinette blushes in embarrassment and says.

"Well, I grabbed whatever I could find online that represents loyalty," Marinette tells him with a slight shrug.

"Well, let's see if anything works." Nate sighs as they get to work and try to figure out how to open the box.

Marinette trails the keys on different sides of the box to see if it unlocks anything. While Nate hovers the fake badge in front of different sides to see if anything like what happened with the mirror works here. When that doesn't do anything, they move on to the next set of items they brought. Nate rubs the sunflower across the box, but nothing seems to happen. Marinette then tries to pour water on it by running it in the bamboo and letting it leak out onto the box. Nothing happens when the water hits the puzzle box this way. They try all the other items, but nothing seems to work, much to their frustration.

"You have got to be kidding me." Nate groans in annoyance before falling onto his back.

Marinette sighs in annoyance as she looks at the puzzle box with a glare.

"What are we missing here?" Marinette asks herself as she looks at the puzzle box.

"Maybe you're right, and we need a real wolf. Or at least, maybe wolf or dog drool." Nate tells her as he holds the fake wolf toy up and stares at it from the floor.

"I don't think we can bring a real wolf into the hotel. Maybe we should try and get a real badge and see if that would work." Marinette tells him with a sigh.

"Ah, well. We'll figure out something." Nate shrugs as he gets up to get ready for school.

Marinette stands up and heads to her room, but before she leaves the room, she sends one last look at the puzzle box while thinking.

"What could we be missing?"

Later that day, the two are sitting in class as it is coming to an end. Right now, Miss Bustier is talking to her class about the assignment. Specifically, the fairy tale section.

"As I'm sure you've all read, in most fairy tales involving a princess, it ends with a kiss. Can any of you tell me why that is?" Miss Bustier asks her class with a smile as she leans back on her desk.

Rose and Myéne immediately raise their hands with happy faces.

"Rose." Miss Bustier calls to one of the excited girls.

"Because only love can conquer hate," Rose answers her teacher with what she believes is the correct answer.

"That's correct, Rose. It's a popular idea and one of the most often-used story plots. However,  we are in our own version of that plot with the Hawkmoth situation." Miss Bustier explains to her students.

Some of her students nod in agreement when they see the parallels between their situation and the situations in the fairy tales. They're living in a city where, if you have strong negative emotions, you'll be turned into a villain that terrorizes Paris and tries to defeat the heroes of it. So, they have to try and keep positive.

Max stands up and looks at their teacher before raising a finger and saying.

"Technically, the plot you've described makes up about 87% of all fairy tales, and our situation is different in it will take more than a kiss to fr-"

"Thank you, Max. That's more than enough. No need to bring everyone's mood down today." Miss Bustier interrupts her student.

Max quiets down, and Miss Bustier continues.

"Now, do you all know what today is?" Miss Bustier asks her class excitedly.

"Tuesday." Alix states in a bored voice.

"No, well, yes. But it's also Happy Relationships Day." Miss Bustier explains to her class.

Some of her students look confused, while others already understand what she's talking about. Nate looks around the room to see the confused students and sighs.

"Today is a holiday Uncle Tom made up to try and keep the spirits of Paris's citizens up. It's similar to Valentine's Day. However, today is supposed to emphasize general positive relationships over just romantic ones. Basically, Uncle Tom is trying to get everyone in Paris to spend time with loved ones while having fun to try and keep our spirits up and avoid anyone being attacked by Hawkmoth." Nate explains to his class so that everyone understands what today is about.

"Did none of you see the decorations and booths around Paris while coming to school today?" Sabrina asks as she looks at the people in the class who didn't know about today.

Nathaniel, Ivan, and even Chloe blush in embarrassment at her words. Nathaniel and Ivan usually kept their heads down while walking to school, while Chloe had been focused on something else on her way today.

"Thank you, Nate." Miss Bustier thanked Nate for his explanation before looking at the rest of her class.

"As Nate said, today is about spending time with your loved ones and being positive. So, I want you to enjoy today. Spend time with your family, enjoy the booths around Paris, and maybe even go around the city with someone special. After all, you're all young, and I'm sure at least one of you has someone that caught your eye." Miss Bustier giggles at the last part as she stares at her class.

Nathaniel and, surprisingly, Kim blush at that and stare at their desks in embarrassment. The bell rings, and Miss Bustier waves her students off with a smile.

"Have fun, everyone. I'll see you again tomorrow and expect you to tell me how your days went." Miss Bustier tells them before her students get up to leave.

As Nino and Adrien walk out of the classroom, Nino throws an arm over Adrien's shoulder and asks.

"So, dude, are we going to hang out today and enjoy some of the booths? This would mark the first time you and I got to hang out outside of school, and I think we'd have a lot of fun." Nino asks Adrien with an excited grin on his face.

Surprisingly, Adrien smiles back at Nino when he says that and pulls out his wallet.

"Yeah, Nathalie managed to talk my father into letting me stay out past school today. I even got some money so we could play any game we want." Adrien tells Nino as he shows Nino what is in his wallet.

When Nino sees the amount of cash in Adrien's wallet, his jaw almost hits the floor, and he quickly has Adrien close it and put it back in his pocket.

"Put that away, dude. You can't go around showing that off for people to see. You never know who is watching." Nino tells him as he quickly forces Adrien to close his wallet.

"Sorry." Adrien immediately apologizes as he closes his wallet and quickly puts it away.

"Right, new rule, whenever we hang out outside of school, tell me if you have money but don't show it. Especially if it's over a hundred bucks." Nino whispers the last part close to Adrien so no one else can hear him say the amount Adrien has in his wallet.

Adrien immediately nods his head in agreement while apologizing again.

"Sorry, it's my first time going to an event like this in a while." Adrien apologizes once again.

Nino quickly waves him off.

"It's cool, dude. I just don't want our fun ruined by someone trying to steal your wallet. This is our first time getting to hang out outside of school, after all." Nino explains to his friend in a calm manner.

The two walk out of school, ready to have a fun day outside. At the same time, Marinette and Nate talk about what they want to do today.

"So, what do you want to do first? Today's all about having fun, after all." Nate asks Marinette curiously while walking backwards to look at her.

"Maybe we can play a few games before we head home. I want to spend time with mom today. She and I were planning to practice cooking together." Marinette tells him.

"Aw, too bad. Oh well, you and I can always hang out another time. So, any games, in particular, you want to try?" Nate asks her.

However, as this conversation happens, their classmates Kim and Max are having their own conversation about their plans today.

"Operation Happy Relationship Day is commencing. According to my extensive research and cross-referencing of online shopping sites, this jewel was ranked highest in popularity." Max explains to Kim as he holds a padded red heart-shaped box towards him.

Kim takes the box and opens it to see a golden-colored pendant with two heart-shaped light blue gems and pearls on the outer ends of it.

"Wow, Max. This is amazing. I'm definitely going to hit a home run with this. After all, love is like a match. You have to have a strategy if you want to win." Kim tells his friend with a grin as he closes the box.

"A perfect metaphor Kim," Max tells his friend with a smile.

"A meta what?" Kim asks his friend in confusion before he feels someone leaning on him.

"Oh, you got the golden heart jewels? Nice. Who's the lucky girl or guy you're giving that to?" Nate asks Kim as he looks at the box in his hand while leaning on Kim.

"Nate, get off of him. I thought you wanted to go play a few games." Marinette tells him with a disapproving look.

"Sorry, I can't help but butt in whenever something catches my curiosity," Nate says as he backs away, but no one is sure if that apology is to the boys or Marinette.

"Well then, to stem your curiosity, Nate. I will tell you that the special person to receive this present is none other than-" Max starts to answer Nate. However, Kim interrupts him before he can finish.

"Woah, Max. Keep it on the down-low." Kim tells his friend.

Max looks at Kim in confusion before Kim looks at Nate with a confident grin on his face.

"You'll probably see who it is tomorrow when we're back in class. Until then, no spoilers." Kim tells Nate while putting a finger in front of his mouth.

"Well then, good luck with your plan Kim. Hopefully, they don't refuse." Nate tells Kim with a grin. However, his words cause Kim to worry.

"Crap, what if she says no?" Kim asks Max in alarm, never thinking about if his crush refuses.

Marinette walks over to Kim and opens the box before smiling when she sees the jewel.

"It's a beautiful gift, Kim. I doubt anyone will be willing to refuse it. You should go for it and not worry about if they say no. You'll never know if they say yes if you don't try." Marinette tells her classmate with a smile.

Kim's grin lights up when she says that, and he nods before running off.

"Thanks, Marinette!" Kim shouts at her before running out of view.

Max runs after his athletic friend.

"Well, someone is making the best use of today," Nate tells Marinette as he watches Kim and Max leave.

"Yeah, I hope it goes well for him." Marinette agrees with Nate.

A little bit later, Nate and Marinette are at a ring toss booth, trying to get a prize. Specifically, Nate is trying to win a prize while Marinette is on the bench next to the booth, drawing in her sketchbook.

The current design she is working on is a dress with a pegasus design on it.

After several attempts, Nate finally manages to win a toss.

"Nice job, kid. Here you go." The booth manager tells him as they give Nate a small Cat Noir plushie.

"Thanks," Nate tells the booth manager before walking away and showing Marinette the plushie by putting it in front of her sketchbook.

"My lady, I have finally discovered your identity. What would you like to do first?" Nate says in a fake Cat Noir voice while moving the plushie around as if it was talking.

"Very funny, Nate. I highly doubt Cat Noir will try to discover my identity. He's the one that told me about how it's a bad idea to let someone know you're a hero." Marinette tells him with a flat look.

"Eh, you never know." Nate shrugs, absentmindedly tossing the plushie in the air before catching it again.

He then tosses it into the prize bag he got earlier today to go with everything he's won.

"Well, this was fun, but I'm going to head back to the hotel to spend time with my mom," Marinette tells Nate.

"Alright, see you later then," Nate tells her as Marinette gets up and leaves toward

Nate watches her go before deciding to walk around and play a few more booth games.

Adrien and Nino are also enjoying today. They're both at the fish bowl booth with Nino trying to win a fish.

"Come on. Little brother has been wanting a pet." Nino chants to himself as he aims his shot before throwing the ball to try and get it in one of the fish bowls.

The ball jumps on top of the bowls for a little bit before finally landing between the bowls, signaling a miss.

"Dang it. Alright, the third time's the charm." Nino tells himself as he pulls some money Adrien gave him out of his pocket.

Adrien watches his friend's attempts to win a fish while contently eating some cotton candy.

"This is the best day of my life." Adrien thinks with a smile as he eats his treat with closed eyes.

"Yes! Chris will be so happy to have you, little dude!" Nino shouts victoriously as he manages to get his third shot in the fish bowl.

Nino happily takes the fish bowl offered by the booth manager and looks at the goldfish inside.

"Welcome to the family, little dude. I think I'll introduce you to Chris as Splash." He happily tells the goldfish.

On a large bridge over the Paris waters, Kim looks around for the person he wants to give his gift to. He sees the person sitting on a bench eating some ice cream.

The person is a tall, athletic girl his age with slightly tanned skin, short red hair, turquoise eyes, and freckles all over her face and body.

The girl is wearing a vibrant pink long-sleeve shirt, blue jeans, and blue tennis shoes. Next to her is a pink purse.

Kim lights up when he sees the girl and immediately opens the box look double-check that the jewel is inside. Once he's sure his gift is still inside the box, he takes a deep breath.

"Alright big guy. You've got this. You only need to ask Ondine for a date while giving her this. The worst she can do is say no." Kim mutters to himself as he prepares to dart toward the girl.

He bolts to Ondine to give her the brooch jewel. However, as he runs toward Ondine, a bike passes by and splashes water on him.

"Ah!" Kim shouts in alarm as he rubs his eyes.

However, his momentum doesn't stop, and he slams into the bench.

"Ow!" Kim shouts in pain as he doubles over from the pain.

Then the wind blows an empty bag of chips into his face.

"Hold still." A feminine voice tells him.

Kim assumes this voice is Ondine and immediately shows her the box with the jeweled brooch.

"Will you go out with me?" Kim asks in a muffled tone, thanks to the bag over his face.

He immediately hears a feminine laugh and the click of a phone camera going off.

Max sees everything that happened to Kim as he's running to catch up with the boy, meaning that he also sees who the girl Kim asked is. When Max sees everything, he can't help but winch while muttering.

"Murphy's law is taking full effect right now. But man, do I sure wish it wasn't."

Kim finally gets the bag of chips off his face and looks at the person he asked out. Unfortunately for him, standing right in front of him is nonother than Chloe Bourgeois. Much to his horror when he sees her smirking face.

"Ha, as if I'd go out with you," Chloe tells him with a smirk as she shows Kim her phone to reveal she'd taken a photo of him and posted it on the internet.

"Don't you just hate how harsh love can be?" Chloe asks Kim with a smirk on her face before walking away.

Kim looks down in horror and sadness when he realizes how badly his plan to ask Ondine out went.

The window dome door retracts in Hawkmoth's lair to reveal a waiting Hawkmoth who sensed Kim's rising negative emotions.

"A poor unfortunate soul denied and humiliated by love on a day meant to support positive emotions. Don't worry, my young friend; I shall help you with your situation." Hawkmoth monologues as he creates an enchanted butterfly and sends it off toward Kim.

The butterfly flies to Kim as he looks at the brooch with tears. Without Kim noticing, the butterfly lands on the jewel and hides inside it, causing the butterfly outline to appear in front of Kim's face.

"Dark Cupid, your plans to be happy were ruined. Now I'm offering you the chance to make others feel the same way." Hawkmoth explains inside Kim's head.

"Yes, Hawkmoth," Kim says with a dark smirk as magic envelops him in a dark mist.

When the mist dissipates, it reveals Kim in a new outfit.

Kim is now wearing a full-body suit with a red upper body and a black-colored lower body, black gloves that stop at the elbows, red boots that stop at the knees with feather-like appendages protruding from the ankles, along with a red and black colored mask that covers everything but his jawline, and black wings with red highlights. On Kim's chest is a white broken heart symbol. He also has a black quiver with red arrows on his back.

In Kim's right hand is a broken heart-like bow with a white handle with red heart halves at the ends of it and two grey spikes protruding from the handle.

On the sash of Dark Cupid's quiver is the brooch Kim was planning to give to Ondine. However, it is now red with purple jewels instead.

People see Dark Cupid's appearance and begin running away from him in a panic. Dark Cupid doesn't care, though.

"Hahaha, it's time to end this stupid day!" Dark Cupid laughs in excitement as he takes flight.

I am so sorry for posting this late. School has been a little bit hectic so it slipped my mind to post the drafts.

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#miraculous descendent #miraculous ladybug #miss bustier's class #miraculous ladybug rewrite #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #original characters

[wrenhyperfixates]

Have you talked to Cozy recently? I know her grandpa just died and I wanted to make sure she’s okay, but I don’t want to annoy her if she’s taking a break from Tumblr…

Hello nonny!! I haven’t talked to her in the past couple days. She did make a post saying she probably wasn’t going to be as active because there was a lot going on.

#I don’t think it’d be an annoyance so much as she has other things to do and may not see it right away #but if you send her a message saying that you’re thinking of her and hope she’s ok I think that’s fine #Yk just sending some love in this hard time #you seem very sweet #I don’t think a message like that would annoy her just don’t expect a quick reply #hope this helps :) #ask #anon #anon ask #lovely anons