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ohtobeleah · 11 months

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omg can we talk about Bobby Bear for a minute bc that entire portion of the finale had me sobbing 😭

Like seeing as how Dot’s only 3 and blocks out most of the final ToE events as she gets older, I doubt that she really remembers Bob or the significance of Bobby Bear. Of course she’ll still have him as a teenager, but I’m just thinking of what it’s like after the events of “Dot visits Jaidyn in jail” where she learns that someone literally died to save her. I’m also thinking of how she might ask her parents to take her to visit Bob’s grave—his final resting place for the last decade at that point 🧸

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{ Listen, I’m a firm believer in the ideology that kids see ghosts. My mum used to tell me that when I was a kid I’d sit on the pool step talking to myself for ages and one time when she was hanging out the washing she heard me talking and asked who I was talking to and I said Nana Leonie. Who’s my dads mum who died when he was 12 in a car accident. They had never told be about her because I was only like four/five at the time. }

And I think that’s what happens to little Dot. She’s sitting on her swing set just talking to herself. She’s got Bobby Bear sitting on the grass beside her. Minding her own business.

“Who you talkin to over there princess?” Bradley’s asking as he hangs out some of the washing that needed to be done in an emergency batch. Flightsuits and stuff.

“Bobby—“

“Bobby Bear got something to say does he?” And Dot has Bradley frozen in a flashback that he can’t get out of when she replies to him.

“He says mama has a baby on board.” And all Bradley can hear in his mind is Jake’s infectious laugh coming through the comms from when they all came back together for the uranium mission, where Jake had assumed Bob stood for baby on board.

“Did Bobby Bear say that?” He’s got a little layer of sweat across his forehead as he asks. There’s no way, right?

“No, Bob did.” Dots correcting her soon to be legal guardian. In a few short months that’s what Bradley would be. “He says hi Tooster.” And it’s just the most shocking moment for Rooster. Because he’s just standing there at the line hanging washing watching Dot talk to herself and is all of a sudden in the middle of an existential crisis about the possibility of ghosts being a legitimate thing.

“Hey Dotty.” Bradley knows it’s probably stupid to ask but if there was a chance, even just the slightest chance, he wanted Bob to know. “Can you tell Bob I’m sorry?” And Bradley watches as Dot converses with herself like she’s having a full on in-depth discussion with someone standing right next to her.

“He said he knows.” That’s when Bradley is scooping little miss Dot up and collecting Bobby Bear and barreling into the house. He’s looking for you in a panic. Anxiety attack approaching.

“Fe?” Bradley calls when you aren’t in the living room. Dots hanging upside down as Bradley holds her like a surfboard. She’s a giggling mess. “Honey you around?”

“What’s wrong?” You’re racing down the hall because the way Bradley sounded made you believe the house was on fire. “Roo—?” He looked pale, like he’d just seen a ghost. Or heard from one that was.

“You need to take a pregnancy test and Dot sees ghosts.”

“Did you hit your head on something?” It’s a genuine question to a very puzzling statement. “Bradley, hon, what happened why do you look ill?” It’s the palm against his forehead that calms Rooster down, your touch always brought him solace. He placed little Odette down who takes her Bobby Bear and makes her way into her room. She had better things to be doing than watching her dad have a full blown anxiety attack. “What happened?”

“Do you ever talk to her about Bob?” It’s a blunt question Bradley is sure he already knows the answer to. You don’t talk about Bob to anyone let alone Odette. But everyone had agreed to not bring Bob up around your little girl, incase it triggered an episode. She’d begun to block it out, her therapist had told you it was normal in childhood trauma. It was a coping mechanism.

“Not directly no.” You frowned curiously. “Why?”

“She said that Bob said that you have a baby on board and then I asked her to tell Bob I was sorry and she said he already knows!” Bradley knew he sounded crazy by the look on your face you gave him in reaction to his explanation. “I ain’t crazy baby don’t look at me like that.”

“Bradley, I love you—but there’s no such thing a ghosts.” You reply a little sharper than normal. Bradley knows why, the topic of Bob never left you feeling good. It was still a fresh wound. “I’ll take a pregnancy test in a few days if I’m late—“ You leave it at that. Rooster hangs around the threshold of Dots room just watching her play. He felt like he was going crazy.

But what made it even worse was when that pregnancy test came back positive.

“Holy shit you do have a baby on board—“ The whole experience kind of confirms that there’s some sort of life after death for Bradley, which gives him a lot of closer, brings him a lot of peace. You don’t buy into it. And Odette doesn’t seem to really stick with the whole kids see ghosts thing either because as she grows up, her imaginary friend Bob doesn’t seem to appear as much anymore. She just grows out of it much like you thought she would. Bobby Bear is just another one of her many toys and suddenly—she’s being told exactly what happened that night on Uncle Jakes front porch after going to see that monster she’d been calling her dad for months on end.

“Will you take me to see him?” Dot had spent the majority of the day with you in bed, talking about the things that you’d endured, talking about Bob and about how Bradley was just always there for the two of you. “Bob?” Odette had a new found appreciation for Bradley, her dad.

“Sure baby, you know—before Riley was born you kinda had Rooster in a frenzy thinking ghosts were real and that Bob wasn’t just some imaginary friend of yours.” You could remember it like it was yesterday, how pale and scared out of his fucking kind Bradley had really been that day. He was convinced Bob was about to have him staring in something right out of the conjuring.

“How?” Dots asking, she just wanted to keep the conversation going. She wanted to know everything, no detail left out or stone unturned. If she couldn’t get it from you she now knew who to go to. Uncle Jake.

“You used to say a lot of weird things, just things only Bob would know— Or you somehow knew things we’d never told you about.”

“You don’t believe in ghost mum?” You shook your head with a firm No and a tight smile.

“I don’t believe that a man who was ground in mathematics and science and probability theory would ever be a ghost, no.” You just didn’t believe it was in Bobs inherit nature.

So the next day, you and Bradley took Odette up to Bobs grave. She’d never been there before. You’d never taken her purely to keep the memories at bay for her. All you ever did say in and day out as a mother was protect your kids.

“How’s it hangin’ Floyd?” Bradley clapped as he picked up some of the dead flowers Natasha had last left. He knew it was her because there was a beer bottle sitting next to the bouquet. The beer Bob never got to give Rhett. It became a tradition every-time Rhett was in North Island, the two would go up and see Bob for a while. “Brought you a visitor man, little Dotty got big didn’t she?”

“Does he do this a lot?” Dots asking as she walks with you up to Bobs headstone. Her hand couldn’t have been tighter in yours if she wanted it to be. Bradley Bradshaw had lost a lot of good people in his life, the idea they weren’t inherently gone for good helped him process that loss.

“Yeah, you should see him at your grandparents graves—it’s heartbreaking.” It’s a little overwhelming for the teenager who was only just now learning about the events you’d kept a secret from her. The fact someone had died trying to protect you, protect her made her stomach churn.

“I feel like I’m gonna be sick.”

“That feeling never goes away.” You held your daughter close as she cried into your chest. “I’m so sorry we didn’t tell you everything sooner sweetheart.”

“Bobby Bear?” Dot sobbed as she pulled away and wiped her tears. “That was Bob wasn’t it?”

“Uncle Rhett has one too.” Bradley confirmed as if it had been a massive secret that no one ever spoke about. “He was the one who gave it to you.”

“And we all have the same pair of glasses tattooed.” You showed your daughter the faded outline of the pair of aviators you had on your finger. It really needed to be redone. “Your father has his on his wrist.” Dot already knew about the tattoos you both had, she just didn’t know the symbolism behind them.

“Jake has his on his ass—“ The three of you laugh just as the wind picks up around you, Bradley’s convinced it’s Bob laughing too. You just think it’s been windy all damn day.

It’s not till a few weeks later when Rhett’s in town for parent teacher interviews with Phoenix and the twins does he learn that Odette knows about Bob. She tells him point blank when he’s over for dinner catching up with Jake and Amilia.

“Where do you keep your bear Uncle Rhett?”

“What the hell do I keep my what now?” Rhett’s frowning curiously until Dot hands him the tattered old bear that had been threw her entire childhood. Her favourite teddy bear. Bobby Bear.

“Jake told me everything that happened—“ She didn’t have the heart to tell him why, she couldn’t tell her Uncle Rhett she went to see the man who killed his brother. “Mum told me all about him, Bob that is.” Rhett doesn’t know what to say, he knew this day would come. He just wasn’t expecting it to be today.

“C’mere kid.” Rhett’s heading back into the house, he makes his way to the spare room as Dot follows and opened his suitcase. Right at the top is the same identical bear. Just a little less beat up. “He comes everywhere with me.”

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#terms of endearment// bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw top gun #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw #bobby bear #Bob floyd #robert ‘bob’ floyd

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jungle-angel · 2 years

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“That’s Our Boy”

Summary: Never, ever, under the strictest circumstances EVER, underestimate the quiet ones

Notes: I know in previous fics I said Bob’s mom had passed away but I can’t do that to poor Bob anymore so from here on out Irene is alive!!!!!

Bob felt like he was gonna puke. He hated the anxiety that was hidden in the roar of the crowds, the panicky feeling of hoping NOT to screw up. Sure the rest of the Dagger Squad were watching, but that didn’t seem to make things better, nor did the talk he was getting from Hawk and his father.

“Now remember,” Hawk told him as he tightened the saddle straps. “You work with the horse, not against him. You lead him, not the other way around and if you find the horse doing the opposite of what he wants, you lead him back in the other direction. Got it?”

“I got it,” Bob said nervously.

“Don’t worry about falling off either,” Joe told him. “I fell off ten thousand times before I really got in the swing of it, although after about the thousandth time, your mother kept yelling at me about how many times I broke my balls in the process.”

“Dad.....”

“She kept screaming at me too like ‘Joe I want kids for fuck’s sake!!’” Joe continued, mimicking his wife’s voice in a screechy tone.

“DAD!”

“Huh? What?”

“That......I didn’t need to hear that,” Bob told him as he fixed Thunder’s bridle and bit.

“Honey,” Irene said as she adjusted seven month old Auggie on her hip. “Believe me, you do. I don’t want (y/n) coming to me later with complaints that your little swimmers are slow moving......”

“MOM!!!!” Bob exclaimed. “We are in public!!”

“Relax, Bob,” Irene chuckled as Auggie babbled and gnawed at her cheek with his lips. “It’s just us and Hawk. Besides, this isn’t the worst place we’ve embarrassed each other.”

“Yeah one time your mother and I smoked a bunch of pot at an Allman Brothers concert and ended up confessing our feelings to each other in the portables,” Joe chuckled.

Bob groaned as his hand met his face in an exasperated facepalm. God, why did his parents have to be so fucking embarrassing? Especially at a time like this.

(Y/n), his wife of three and a half years and the mother of Bob’s beautiful little boy, rounded the corner with his black Stetson in her hands, wearing Bob’s dark blue Carhardt hoodie, dirt spattered jeans and her lucky cowgirl boots on her feet. Bob smiled at her, blocking out the embarrassing story at hand and feeling some sense of relief that she hadn’t joined in on it.

“Thanks baby,” he said as she placed the hat on his head.

“No problem cowboy,” (y/n) replied, placing a kiss on his lips. “I figured you’d need it.”

“I need alot more right now,” he chuckled, cleaning off his glasses. “I’m nervous as hell and my Mom and Dad won’t stop telling stories about their past escapades.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him again. “I get it,” she said. “But you’re gonna do great. You get out there and you smoke’em for me.”

Bob laughed a little before kissing (y/n) again. “Time to saddle up.”

He gave her one last kiss before climbing right into the saddle on Thunder’s back. Now that reality had begun to hit, Bob was more nervous than he had ever been. All eyes would be on him in a matter of minutes. His chest heaved a little as he took a deep breath and let it out.

“Hey,” Joe said, taking his son’s hand in his. “You’re gonna do great.”

Bob nodded, biting his lower lip a little. It was like being on the Uranium Plant mission all over again.

Slowly, Thunder made his way to the gate with Bob on his back. The amount of trust that Bob had for this horse was infinite, the wily black and tan Kiger Stallion trusting him in return. His hands grew sweaty as he gripped the reigns, waiting for the announcer and the music to start blasting from the speakers over the noisy crowd.

“Next barrel racing competitor from Cheyenne Falls, Oklahoma, Robert Floyd!”

It was all a blur. From the minute he took off, to the second he heard Randy Hauser’s “Boots On” blasting from those speakers, Bob was blinded by the thrill of the moment. He didn’t even notice the dirt and sweat that had gotten into the threads of his white t-shirt and dark washed jeans as he turned the barrels and went charging through the arena, guiding Thunder as though his life depended on it.

He felt the wind rushing through the threads of his clothes, the roar of the crowds reaching his ears and the hoofbeats from Thunder beneath him. Every second that went by seemed to get slower and slower, as though Bob were in a fever dream. Finally, he reached the gate to the corral.

Bob let out a holler of victory as he jumped from the saddle, catching (y/n) in his arms and kissing her face in the throes of his ecstasy. Joe, Irene and Hawk were caught up in the thrill of the moment as they threw their arms around each other and around Bob, prouder than ever of their son.

Bob scooped Auggie from Irene’s arms and kissed his chubby little cheeks, cradling him against his chest as Irene and Joe snapped a few candid photos on their phones. “Dada?”

Bob looked down at Auggie, his eyes widening in disbelief. “August?”

Bob looked from August to (y/n) and from her to his parents and Hawk, all of whom were just as shocked as he was.

“Dada!” Auggie babbled.

Bob almost cried and so didn’t (y/n) as Auggie kept saying “Dada” over and over again and Bob littering his son’s cheeks with kisses. Tonight, two fathers could be proud of their boys.

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callsign-magnolia · 1 year

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I Hope You Dance // Ch. 12

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

Word Count: 6.9k

Chapter 11 | Masterlist

As soon as I walked into training the next morning, I knew something was off. I was the first one in and Maverick was quietly staring out the window. "Mav?" I seemed to have startled him. He jumped slightly and even from behind I could tell he was wiping his eyes. "He-hey, Magnolia." I furrowed my brows and set my coffee down. "What's wrong?" He opened and closed his mouth like a fish. "I-Ice-" He inhaled deeply as a few tears slipped. "Pete, you can tell me." I said hugging him. "Ice died last night." I flew back at his words, shocked. "Wh-what? I saw him like four days ago. He was doing so good!" He nodded with his eyes closed. "Warlock told me. Sarah called. He got tired and went to take a nap, when she went to get him up, he was gone." My hand flew to my mouth. "Oh my god. Do his kids know?" He nodded. "They're flying in today." I nodded.

"Do you know if dad knows?" He shook his head. "I should call him." I nodded as he sat down. "Call mom, she needs to be with him." He nodded and pulled out his phone. I turned and walked out, seeing Hangman, Coyote and Bob coming over. "Hey, hang out here for a minute." They all furrowed their brows. "Maverick is on the phone with my dad and," I looked back in seeing his shoulders shake. "It's not good." I said trying to keep my tears at bay. "What happened?" Coyote asked concerned. "Um, Iceman passed yesterday. He's had throat cancer and he went down for a nap yesterday and when Sarah, his wife went to wake him, he was gone." Everyone was shocked. "I need some air, I'll be back. Will you guys keep everyone out till Maverick is ready?" They nodded as I walked outside, Rooster getting out of the Bronco as I stopped, my shoulders shaking as the sobs hit.

"Oh, shit." Rooster rushed over, gathering me in his arms. "What's wrong? Everything okay?" I just cried into his chest for a minute. "Honey, you gotta talk to me. I can't help you like this." I tried to soothe myself as he rocked us back and forth. "Ice is dead." He suddenly stopped. "What?" I nodded. "He went to take a nap and he never woke up, Sarah found him." Rooster sighed before holding me closer, kissing my head. "I'm so sorry, Mags. God, I'm so sorry."

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"Hi mama." I said as I opened my door. "Hi baby." She pulled me into a hug, squeezing me. "Is he okay?" I asked looking out to my dad, he was standing in the driveway just watching as the sun went down. "He'll be okay." She said patting my cheek. "Oh, Bradley." Mama said, looking off to the side. I stuck my head out the door, seeing Rooster walking over. "Hi Mrs. Motley." She yanked him into a tight hug, surprising him. "If you call me that again, I'm gonna have to fight ya." He chuckled as they let go. "You'd probably win." He said before catching sight of my dad who turned towards us. We stayed quiet as he walked over. "Hi daddy." He smiled at me, pulling me into a hug and kissing me temple. "Hey, sweetie." He let go and turned to Rooster.

"Rooster." He shook my dads hand. "Mr. Mo-Bobcat." I chuckled as he remembered what my dad said the last time he was here. "Come on, I'll get you guys set up in the guest room." I said letting them in. Where's Dahlia?" I furrowed my brows and looked around. "She's out back, sunbathing." Rooster said, easing some of my stress. "Oh, that dog." Mama said and I chuckled. "Watch this." I said leaning back to Rooster. "DAHLIA! COME!" Immediately she rushed in, stopping in the doorway of the kitchen as she saw my parents. She stared at them for a moment before dropping to the ground, watching them.

All of a sudden she scattered towards them, not able to run straight, crying and whining. "Hi honey!" Mama cried as Dahlia immediately turned her butt towards my mom for scratches. "I have never met a dog with more character." Rooster said in my ear, making me laugh. "She's a handful right?" Dad asked as he pet Dahlia. "Here, let me take y'all's bags." I said as I went over to grab them. "No, I got it." Rooster said taking them before I could get them. "Rooster I could've gotten them." I said as he started up the stairs. "I know, but I've got it, honey." I froze as he rushed up the stairs. I shifted my eyes over slightly to see my parents staring at me.

"Are you two-" I shook my head at my dad's question, a large smile growing on my face as my arms wrapped around myself. "Not officially. We're waiting till after the mission is over." My mom smiled at me. "Oh my god." I raised a brow. "You're in love." My cheeks flamed red at her words. "Mom." I groaned and she chuckled. "No, seriously Caila." I huffed and walked past her into the kitchen. "And how would you know that?" Mom followed me, my dad close behind her as I pulled out the jug of tea. "Because, he looks at you the same way you're daddy looks at me." Dad chuckled. "And you ogle him the same way your mom does me."

My mom smacked his chest as Rooster walked in. "So how long are you guys in town for?" Rooster asked, leaning on the counter next to me, his left hand resting behind my back while his fingers gently rub my shirt. "Four days, just spending some time with Caila before she ships out." I smiled at them. "Say, will you be at dinner tonight, Bradley?" I bit my lip, taking interest in my bare feet on the tile. "No, I was unaware of said dinner." Mom eyed me. "You should come, it's at seven." I was uncomfortable as everyone stared at me. "I'll be back." I said making a break for the stairs.

I sat on the edge of my bed, taking deep breaths. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, "Mags." I took another minute to breathe before getting up and opening the door. Rooster stepped in, closing the door behind him. "Are you okay?" I nodded as he took my hand on his, kissing my knuckles. "Yeah, I just got, overwhelmed." He nodded and pushed off the door, still holding my hand as he sat on the bed, pulling me to stand between his legs. "My feelings are not hurt that you didn't invite me. But I wish you had told me, cause I had something planned for tonight." I pursed my lips, dropping the eye contact.

"I'm sorry Rooster, I should've told you." He lifted my chin. "Don't apologize. I'm not mad or hurt." I nodded as he kissed my hand again. "But I am curious as to why I was not invited." He smirked at me. "Maverick will be here." His face dropped. "I-I know you two don't really get along and I didn't want to put you in a position." He shook his head. "Hone, honey, no." He stood, placing a hand on my cheek. "No. If you wanted Maverick and I in the same room, trust me I would keep it civil. I would never bring my personal grievances into something like this." I nodded as he kissed me gently. "Hey Rooster?" He hummed as he rested his forehead on mine. "You wanna come to dinner tonight?" He nodded as he smiled. "Anything you want pretty girl, anything for you."

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I was finishing dinner as the front door opened. "Honey, I'm home!" I giggled at Rooster's words, stepping out of the kitchen to see him. He suddenly stopped by the couch, his mouth hanging agape. "Woah, you look... wow." I giggled at his words, dusting off the emerald green tea length dress. "Really?" He nodded. "Honey, you outshine every diamond, every model, every star." He said as he took my hand spinning me gently. "You're too good to me." I said leaning up for a quick kiss. As I pulled away I took time to admire him. He had on black slacks, and a navy button up.

I could've drooled seeing how his arms were bulging in the sleeves and how I could see some of his abs through the shirt. "Like what you see?" I nodded. "Very." I said pulling him down into another kiss. This kiss was heated, and it made me giddy. "Woah." We jumped apart looking to see Maverick standing there. "Sorry I um, brought that wine that You like and Gina told me to give it to you in the kitchen and-" I held my hand out to stop him. "Mav, it's okay. I'll take it." I tried to remain confident, like our instructor didn't just catch me kissing a fellow trainee.

"So, are you two?" He asked pointing between us. "We-" "It's none of your business." Rooster snapped and my eyes caught his. I snapped my fingers pointing towards the kitchen. "Kitchen, now. Both of you." Rooster looked to me, a hint of anger in his eyes. Poor Mav looked confused. As we walked in I closed the swinging door, setting the wine on the island and looked between the two men. "You said you'd leave it at the door." Roosters face fell and I looked to Maverick. "I know what has happened between you two, but for once this is not the Maverick and Rooster show. This dinner is for Sarah and the boys, so they know they're not alone, and if you two can't act like respectable grown men, I will happily kick you both to the curb. Am I understood?" They looked to each other. "I said, 'Am I understood?"

They both jumped slightly, their backs straightening out. "Yes, ma'am." I nodded at their words. "Thank you, now go out there. I'll finish dinner." Mav walked out, but Rooster stayed. "I thought I said-" He came over, his hand rubbing up and down my back. "Let me pour you a glass and help with dinner." He said as he kissed my head. I sighed and nodded. "Corkscrew is in the far left drawer." I said as I leaned up to kiss him quickly. I heard him open the drawer as I turned back to finishing dinner.

"For the sweetest girl I know." He said wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing my temple. "Thank you." I said before taking a sip. "You tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it." I smirked and glanced back to make sure no one was coming in. "You could fuck me on the countertops." His other hand fell to my waist, squeezing. "Don't say things you don't mean, because if someone walks through that door, I won't stop." He whispered and a chill ran up my spine. "You could put brussel sprouts in the oven, they're seasoned so they just have to cook for fifteen minutes." He held me for another second before letting go and putting them in the oven. "Thank you, honey." I said as I leaned over for a kiss.

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I washed my hands as I heard the doorbell, wiping my hands dry and rushing for the door. "I got it." I said as I grabbed the doorknob and swung it open. "Sarah." I smiled at her as she stepped inside, her boys Mikey and Ethan behind her. "Hi guys." I closed the door as Sarah turned to me. "I know you fussed about me not bringing anything, but I couldn't show up empty handed." She said as she handed me the bouquet of pink roses and hydrangeas. "Oh my god, these are gorgeous!" I smiled as I took them. "I'll go get these set in a vase. Dinner is almost ready. Rooster, Maverick come help me set the table." They nodded and followed. "Here's the plates and make sure you put a wine glass and a water glass at each setting." They nodded as they took everything and I put the flowers in a vase before taking them out to the dining room and setting them on the hutch against the back wall.

After I got the food set out we all sat down. "Gee, Caila. I forgot how good your food is." Sarah said as we sat down. "Well thank my mama and my mamaw, I got everything from them." Dinner went well, everyone had a good time and I think it really helped Sarah. After dinner we all moved to sit in the living room, Dahlia laying in the floor waiting for someone to pay attention to her. "You know, this is nice. To be able to hear about dad and talk about him without the 'I'm sorry's'." Mikey said as he sipped on his wine. "Your dad hated people fussin' over him. We'd come back from a mission and your mom would just be cryin' away. He'd always tell her, 'Don't cry over me, it does no one any good.'!" Sarah laughed at his words. "He hated it."

"In all honesty I just think he hated to see you cry, no matter the reason." Mom said and she nodded. "He didn't know how to handle my tears, it always freaked him out, and oh my god, don't get me started on the pregnancy hormones!" We all laughed. "He was a nervous wreck for both pregnancies." Maverick laughed out. "So Caila, I was sorry to hear about your divorce." Sarah said as she sipped her wine, the room taking an awkward turn. Suddenly she almost spit her wine out and laughed. "I'm just kidding, no i'm not, he was a prick!" I laughed at her words, as did everyone else. "Even Tom hated him, the night at that gala, I really thought he was going to snap." I pursed my lips, smiling into my wine. "But you and Bradley, that's new." I looked down at our intertwined fingers that rested on my leg. "Its a uh, recent development." She smiled at us. "I like it, you two look good together." I looked to Rooster, smiling at her words.

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After everyone left I stood on the porch with Rooster, "I'd invite you to stay, but-" "We usually can't keep our hands off each other." I nodded. "Yeah, and with my parents here." He chuckled and nodded. "I understand. So, I'll see you tomorrow?" I nodded. "Yeah, since we have the day off training we'll be spending the day at Sarah's after the funeral, she's doing a celebration of life." He nodded. "Alright, pretty girl." He leaned down and gently kissed me, I smiled into the kiss and gently ran my hands up his chest until they wrapped around his shoulders, his winding around my waist, rubbing small and gentle circles in my back. A giggle escaped my lips as he dug his fingers into my side, tickling me. We pulled away suddenly when the porch light started flickering on and off.

"Oh my god." I ripped the door open, "Daddy!" He took off running with a loud laugh, back to my mother who was covering up her laughter with her hand. I stepped back outside and closed the door. "Now, where were we?" I asked before pulling him into another kiss. This one a little more heated, it set a fire in my belly. His hands gripped my hips tightly as mine held his neck. After a moment Rooster pulled away, me catching his bottom lip as he did. "Oh, careful pretty girl. I may just sneak in your window tonight." I bit my lip. "Mm, it's like high school all over again." His eyes widened and he chuckled.

"And how many boys were you sneaking through your window, Ms. Motley?" I giggled. "None, they were all too scared of daddy and J. Kinda helped that boys weren't interested in me." He bit his lip. "That is still so surprising to me." I shrugged. "It's okay, I mean now I've got a stud like yourself." I said grabbing his collar and pulling him close. "God, I love you." I leaned up till my nose was nudging his. "Mm, not god but close enough." I said before kissing him gently. He pulled away, lifting his hand to run a knuckle down my cheek. "I love you, pretty girl." The smile that grew on my face felt like it was going to split my face in two.

"I should probably get home before your parents come out here." I giggled. "They would, they're nosey but they mean well." He chuckled before kissing my forehead and stepping down off the porch, still holding my hand. "Do I need to walk you home? Can't have you gettin' snatched out here." He chuckled. "I think I'll be fine. Goodnight, Mags." I smiled as he kissed my knuckles before slowly letting go. "Goodnight, Roo." I watched as he walked the short distance across the yard and up to his own porch. "Hey Rooster." He turned and smiled at me. "Yeah?" I bit my lip pulling on my thumbs again. "Do you wanna go to Sarah's with me tomorrow?" He nodded with a chuckle. "I'd love too, honey." I smiled and watched as he unlocked his door before I went in, closing and locking the door behind me. I leaned against it, fiddling with the necklace I had from Rooster. Looking up I saw my mom on the couch, head tilted back watching me with a smile.

"Come here, baby. I wanna tell you something." I walked over sitting next to her and curling into her side, my head on her shoulder and her hand in my hair as she held a wine glass in the other. "You know, when I met your dad I was engaged." I furrowed my brows and looked up at her. "What?" She nodded. "Sure was." She took a sip of her wine. "I thought that man was it for me, I was all in. Until your daddy came along and my heart switched up on me." I sighed. "Why?" She chuckled and she inhaled deeply. "He was different. To this day I can't exactly pinpoint how, but something about him kept pulling me to him, to the point that I cancelled a show to go see him before a mission once." I looked up at her. "And your engagement?" She nodded. "Michael was a good man, it wasn't anything he did wrong. I ended things the first time I had the urge to kiss your father, it wasn't fair to Michael for me to be pining after another man with his ring on my hand." I sighed and rested my forehead on her shoulder.

"I got a letter from the Atlanta court system. Aaron is coming after me for Alienation of Affection." She groaned and threw her head back. "Honey, you say the words and I will make sure he goes missing." I shook my head. "I have to do this all by the book. This is now pulling my career, Rooster's career, into the fight. I have to be so careful with Rooster around base because if the wrong person sees us, it's over." Mom shook her head. "You're going through a divorce Caila." I nodded. "But in the eyes of the Navy, I'm still a married woman. It's still adultery." She shook her head. "This is all bullshit. I should've ran him off the first time I met him." I nodded. "Yeah, we all should've."

We sat in comfortable silence for awhile, just enjoying each others company. "Can I give you some advice?" I chuckled. "You'd give it even if I said no." She ran her hands through my short hair, smiling down at him. "Does Rooster make you happy?" I immediately nodded. "I do love him mama, I have for years now." She nodded. "Don't let him go baby, be selfish, keep him close, and make a love that lasts lifetimes, that y'all's children are going to be telling to their kids, and make it a story. One that you'll tell to your kids because no fairy tale could match." A few tears slipped out at her words. "You guys like him right?" She chuckled and kissed my head. "Honey, your daddy told me that if he came up to him and asked if he could marry you, today. He'd happily say yes." I let out a shaky sigh, as more tears slid out. "He really said that?" She nodded. "He was made for you, Caila. Don't let him go." I nodded. "I won't mama."

After a few more minutes mama got up. "Well, we have a long day tomorrow. I'm going to bed." I nodded and stood as well. "Me too. Love you." I said as she started upstairs. "Love you too." I made sure all the doors were locked and that all the lights were off downstairs before retreating up to my room. Dahlia already laid across the bed snoring. Her ear perked up as I walked in but dropped back down when she realized it was me. I walked over to my dresser, slipping off my rings. As I looked up I saw Rooster meandering around his room, in only his boxers. I smirked as an idea popped into my head. I walked over to the window, watching him for a moment before he caught sight of me and turned to see me. He smiled and gave me a wave.

I smirked and slowly slid the straps of my dress down my shoulders, until the dress hit the floor. I stepped out of it and watched as he ran his hands through his hair, locking his fingers behind his head as he watched. I turned and slowly slid the seamless thong down my legs, bending over to step out of them, giving him full view of my ass. I peaked over my shoulder to see he was biting on one of his knuckles as he palmed himself through his boxers. I kept my back to him as I unhooked my bra and slid it off, tossing it to the far corner of the room. I turned and smirked at him, now he was leaned back against his dresser head thrown back as he palmed himself harder. As he leaned his head back up, I noticed his mouth was agape. I bit my lip and turned crawling into bed, laying on my stomach. He picked up his phone and typed something out, after a second mine dinged. I picked it up seeing his text.

Wanna try something?

I smirked and decided to tease him. So I reached up and turned out the light, I watched as his face dropped. I picked up my phone to text him back.

Nope. Goodnight Lieutenant. 😘

I bit my lip as he furiously typed out a text. His chest was heaving as one hand typed and the other adjusted himself in his boxers.

You little minx. Better watch out, I'll get you back.

I was getting hot at the thought alone.

I can't wait Lieutenant.

~~~

Our late night escapades were long forgotten the next day. Standing at attention behind the entirety of the Kazansky family. Funerals have always gotten to me, no matter who they were for. This one was no different. Iceman has been around the family since Jameson was little, we never got to see him much but it was always special when him and Sarah visited and vice versa. Over the years our families drifted apart, we never saw each other as often as we wanted to but when we did, it was like no time had past. I was so lost in thought the first shot of gunfire startled me, making me jump slightly.

I don't know Sarah is doing it, no tears, no sobbing. She is the perfect depiction of grace and strength. Because watching Maverick slamming his wings into the casket, that almost did it in for me. Jets flew over head, one flying up to perform the missing man formation. After the funeral was done I continued to stand there for a moment, just soaking it all in. "You okay?" I turned to find Sarah walking over and I quickly wiped my tears. "Yeah, it's just... hard." She nodded. "How are you not a wreck, Sarah?" She chuckled and wrapped her arm around my shoulders. "I think between worrying about him for years as a pilot, and his cancer diagnoses. I knew he'd go before me, I never knew when but I accepted that there was probably going to be a time where I would have to live without him." I sighed. "How did you do it?" She shrugged. "The same way your mother did. I leaned on those around me, accepted the help and the love from others until he walked off that ship or that plane and I had him in my arms again. It's what I'm doing now."

We stood in comfortable silence for a moment. "You know, he loved you like his own. He always wanted a little girl but we got our two boys, he loved them, but a part of him wanted to be a girl dad." I chuckled and wiped my eyes again. "He was like another father to me. God, I miss him." She nodded. "I'm just glad you got to see him last week, when he was still doing good." I nodded. "Me too." She held her hand out. "Come on, there is a bunch of food at my house and if I know you, you didn't eat this morning." I bit my lip, she was right. "I knew I had a high possibility of sobbing until I made myself sick, nothing on my stomach sounded like the better way to go." She walked us over to my parents. "Go home and change, I'll see you guys in an hour." She kissed my cheek and hugged my parents before joining her family.

~~~

I changed into a white sundress, it was hot out, so hopefully the white cotton will help keep me cool. I was slipping on my rings as a knock sounded on my bedroom door. I looked up to see Rooster standing in the door way. "Hey." I said quietly. My cheeks were red, I've been non-stop crying since we got in the car to come home. "You okay?" I nodded. "I will be." He sighed and came over, pulling me into him. "I feel like I see you crying way too much." I chuckled and pulled back, his arms rested on my waist as mine hooked under his arm, resting on his shoulder blades. "I just feel my emotions deeply, nothing wrong with it." He nodded and kissed my forehead.

"Let me put my shoes on, then I'll be ready to go." I said as I grabbed some wedges with white straps. I sat on the bench at the end of my bed, leaning over to put them on. "Here." Rooster said bending down, taking them from me. I smiled at him as he buckled the strap on my ankle. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" He chuckled as he slid the other one on my foot. I saw movement to look up and see my mom standing in the doorway, smiling and lifting her phone for a picture. "I should be the one asking that, pretty girl." He said before placing a sweet kiss to my ankle and standing. I bit my lip as he helped me up, he kissed my forehead before turning around to see my mom. We laughed as his face blushed a deep red and he scratched the back of his neck.

"Hi Mrs. Motley." He said sheepishly. "Bradley." She said in a low tone and he cleared his throat. "Gina." She nodded. "That's better. Now, are you two riding with us or-" "Um, actually do you mind if Rooster and I ride separate?" She nodded. "That's fine, we're leaving now." I nodded and we followed her downstairs. I grabbed my purse as Rooster locked my door. "Jeep or Bronco? They both have the roofs off." He shrugged and took my keys. "Jeep it is." He took my hand and lead me over to the passenger side of the jeep.

"Come on, pretty girl." He said as he opened the door, holding my hand to help me in. I expected him to close the door and walk around but he surprised me, taking the seat belt from my hand and buckling me in. He leaned in and kissed me gently, "Think your parents are watching?" I giggled and nodded. "My mother might be filming." He chuckled as he kissed me one more time before getting out and closing the door. I looked over to see my dad with a smile on his face and my mom grinning like a mad woman and giving me two thumbs up.

Rooster got in and started the jeep, letting my parents pull out first in their rental truck. "Think I'm making a good impression?" I chuckled at his words. "Keep it up and I think my mother will be expecting a proposal before they leave." He chuckled and grabbed my hand on the center console before pulling out. We drove with the radio turned up on some random eighties station, just enjoying the last of the summer air. Not that it actually get cold out here. I zoned out for awhile until Rooster spoke up. "We're here." I looked up at the house, smiling at the memories that flowed through.

I reached for my door handle when Rooster reached over and smacked my hand. I whipped around to him, my jaw dropped as he got out. "Excuse you, did you just smack my hand?!" He rushed over and opened my door. "Yes, I did." He said as he extended his hand for me to take, I just pouted and crossed my arms over my chest. He sighed and stared at me for a second before stepping up onto the running board and leaning over till he was in my face. "You can either get out, or I'll stay away from you until this mission is over." I pursed my lips. We have one week until the mission and then we will be on the ship for another. I sighed and shifted to get out, him helping me.

He took my hand as we walked up to the porch and I stopped, turning to him. "Look, I hate to do this. The squad knows about us, but there are other high ranking officials here. As the navy sees it, I'm still married and if they see us, they could strip us of everything Rooster. I don't want that and I don't want to be the reason you lose everything." He sighed and took a step back. "I'm just saying, if we want to keep our careers, no kissing, hand-holding, no lover dovey shit. Save it for the car ride home." I said throwing a wink at him. "I hate this." He muttered and I nodded. "Just behave and I'll give a surprise." I said before walking out to the back yard, leaving him standing still in the foyer.

~~~

The night went well, but it was so hard to keep my distance from Rooster. All I wanted was to hold his hand or be tucked under his arm, we had to explain everything to the team, because Fanboy and Halo wouldn't stop asking us if something was wrong. "If they see that I'm still technically and legally cheating, they could give both of us a dishonorable discharge." Everyone's eyes widened and Halo locked her lips and threw away the key.

"So, do your parents know?" Phoenix asked, motioning to my parents who were both standing with Maverick. "Yes." Rooster raised a brow at me. "And?" He asked. "They... definitely approve." I said as a smile grew on my face. "So we can expect a wedding, right?" Phoenix asked and my eyes widened. "Oh! Let me talk to you real quick." Her eyes widened. "Our conversation stay between us, why are you goin' around and blabberin' to him?" She laughed as my accent got thicker. "He needed a push!" I groaned and rolled my eyes. "Did you have to tell him everything I said, verbatim?" She bit her lip, looking smug. "Dammit Phoenix!"

Everyone laughed at our interaction. "What's so funny?" Mom asked as she walked over, leaving my dad with Mav and a few others. "Phoenix is runnin' her mouth to Rooster." My mom smirked at her. "Oh , really? What about?" I rolled my eyes and sipped my beer. "I may have mentioned a wedding." My mom smiled and turned to Rooster, placing her hand on his arm. "You know, I know her ring size, as well as ring styles she likes." My jaw dropped as Rooster nodded at her. "Oh, really? Mind writing it down and sending me some pictures?" I threw my hands up. "I can't. I can't!" I said as I walked back inside.

~~~

"You can't seriously be mad at me." I just continued to look out the window as we drove. "Honey, come on now." He slid his hand to my thigh. We sat like that for a few minutes before he suddenly pulled over, into an empty parking lot facing the ocean. The sun was setting, giving the environment around us a warm glow. "Are you really mad?" He asked as he squeezed my leg lightly, making my lips pull up just slightly. "You're not mad." I pursed my lips to keep from smiling. "You're not mad!" He said squeezing my thigh and burying his face on my neck, tickling me lightly.

I laughed loudly, gently pushing against him. He sat back in his seat. smirking at me as he rubbed his hand higher up my thigh. "Were you really upset?" I shook my head. "Just... flustered is all." He smirked at me. "So? Does that mean I still get that surprise you promised?" I hummed. "You think you deserve it?" He bit his lip, slipping his hand higher. He smirked at me, "Yeah, actually. I think I do." I bit my lip and reached over, my fingers just grazing the button on his black slacks. "Lean back, cowboy. I got it from here." He smirked and laid the seat back, Rooster growing slightly impatient since it was slow.

I slid the center console back to make room and laid on my stomach, bending my knees and crossing my ankles against the window. I bit my lip as I popped the button on his slacks, and slowly pulled the zipper down. "Don't tease me, honey. I don't know if I can handle it tonight." He said, his breathing picking up just slightly. I pushed his slacks down, running my hand over the bulge in his boxers. A small groan escaped his lips as I did, I decided to have mercy on him, slowly sliding his boxers down until his cock was free, slapping against his lower abdomen. I looked up at him, seeing his face was flushed, a red tint growing on his cheeks. I reached over and teasingly ran a nail along the vein on the underside of his cock.

"Shit." He mumbled. I reached over, wrapping my hand around him, giving him a squeeze. "Mags." He moaned out and I giggled. I let go and leaned over, gathering enough saliva before holding my tongue out over his cock, letting it fall from my mouth, coating him. "Holy fuck." He groaned out as he tossed his head back. I wrapped my hand around him again before stroking him slowly. Pulling small moans from him. "Like that?" He nodded his head with a groan as I squeezed a little harder. "Yes, honey." His eyes were still closed so I smirked and leaned over, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock.

"Jesus!" He jumped, my mouth sinking just a little lower on him as he did. "Magnolia." He moaned my name as I took more of him, slowly working my way down him. "Oh, pretty girl." He moaned out as his hands threaded into my hair. I bobbed my head lower until he reached the back of my throat, making me gag. I pulled back some and Rooster chuckled. "You trust me?" I looked to him, his cock still in my mouth, I nodded gently. He gathered my hair in his hands, gently pushing me down until he hit my throat again, making me gag. "Breathe through your nose, pretty girl." I did as he suggested. I was good for a few seconds before I gagged again and he pulled me off, I inhaled deeply as a string of saliva connected us.

I smiled and took him in my mouth again, gently bobbing my head up and down him. "That's it, honey." He threw his head back and I hollowed my cheeks as I kept a steady pace, reaching down to fondle his balls. "Woah!" He jumped and I smirked. "You're going to be the death of me." I pulled him out before running my tongue up his cock. "Oh yeah?" I said before going down again, and gripping his balls. After a moment I felt his body go rigid before he pulled on my hair, pulling me off him. "Come here." He said and I happily moved so I was straddling him.

"God, I love you." He said, pulling me into a kiss. "You'll love me more in a second." I said before reaching between us and rubbing him between my folds. "You have no underwear on?" I shook my head. One hand slid up and wrapped around the back of my neck, the other went into my hair. I felt like I was high, his scent was flooding my nose, making me dizzy. My pulse quickened and my pussy throbbed at the close proximity. "You're such a dirty girl." I leaned forward, resting my hands on his neck, taking his bottom lip between my teeth. "I'm your dirty girl." I looked into his eyes, watching them darken slightly. Suddenly he yanked me down onto his cock, pulling a high pitched moan from me, my jaw dropping at the sudden burn as he buried himself to the hilt.

"Go on, take what you want." He all but growled out. I bit my lip and started moving my hips against his. One hand resting on his chest, the other resting on his shoulder. "Bradley." I moaned as I leaned my head back. I felt him reach up, pulling my dress and bra straps down before pulling everything down to expose my breasts. "Oh, pretty girl. Look at you, desperate for my cock." I moaned out. "Yeah, need you." He leaned over, taking one of my nipples in his mouth. I moaned out as my hand threaded into his hair. "Mmm, that's it baby girl. Make yourself come on my cock, be good for me." I moaned at his words. "Yeah, just wanna be good for you." I moaned as he released my nipple with a 'pop', reaching up to kiss me. "You're always so good for me, pretty girl. Look at you, all flushed and pink, bouncing on my cock." I nodded. "Uh-huh." It came out as a whine, my legs were burning but I can't stop, I don't want to stop.

My eyes were closed, in total bliss, so I was surprised when I felt his fingers push against my clit. "Fuck, Bradley." I cried as he rubbed it in gentle circles. "So close, honey. Come on, come for me." His words were spurring me on, I bounced a little faster, rolling my hips slightly as I did. The knot was building within me. "Wanna see you fall apart on me, wanna hear you cry out for me." I was a gasping and moaning mess as I worked myself towards my orgasm, and when it hit I sunk down on him, low so he was buried deep in me. I cried out and my legs shook as I came on him. "Easy honey, that's it." He said as he pushed some hair out of my face. "You did so good, so good for me." I leaned my head on his shoulder as I was gasp for breath, my chest heaving against him. "Sh, you're okay."

I shook my head. "You didn't-you didn't come." He kissed my temple as my forehead stayed on his shoulder. "It's okay, pretty girl." I shook my head and slowly started rolling my hips. "Fuck, honey. What are you doing?" I moaned out, still sensitive. "Gotta-gotta make you come, Roo. Want you to feel good." He groaned. "You make me feel good, pretty girl." His hands rested on my hips, helping me to rock against him. "That's it pretty girl, nice an easy." He groaned. After a moment his breathing picked up. "I'm gonna come." I picked my head up, leaning my forehead on his. "Come inside me." He bucked his hips into me at my words. "You sure?" I nodded. "It's the least messiest." He nodded and started meeting my thrusts. After a moment he stilled in me, pressing my hips into him. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me close as he kissed my chest. "Oh, fuck Bradley." I gasped out as he painted my walls. "You like that, pretty girl?" I nodded. "Mm, love feeling full of you." I moaned out before leaning back, hitting the steering wheel and setting off the horn, making me jump. "You okay?" I nodded. "I'm perfect." I said before kissing him sweetly.

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littlesugarwords · 2 years

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hi :) I'm a huge fan of eleven from stranger things, and I wanted to ask if I could request some fluffy headcanons of how eleven's friends and parental figures help her cope with her trauma from the lab?

this is so sweet and sad omg ;-; but I'm excited to write this!! here you gooo :')

Eleven had a lot of triggers,

Even down to the mundane.

Talking about hairstyles,

Large bodies of water,

And lab coats,

To name a few.

Let alone the phrases.

There were so many phrases that made her zone out.

She just wanted to be normal.

She just wanted to feel human.

One night at dinner, El was fiddling with her food,

Mind wandering.

She hated school, and she definitely didn't want to go back tomorrow.

Maybe she could fake being sick.

Will had told her about that,

That he did it from time to time.

"El? What's wrong?" Will asked,

Tilting his head on the other side of the table.

El forced a smile and waved her hand.

"Just tired."

"Angela wasn't bothering you today?"

"Angela?" Joyce asked, finally piping into the conversation.

Joyce glanced around the table.

Eleven tensed.

"Who's Angela?" Joyce asked.

This was the last thing she wanted.

Will scoffed. "This girl at school."

Joyce raised an eyebrow,

Knowing very well there was more to the story.

"She's just so difficult."

Eleven's eyes widened.

"You're being difficult. You're always being difficult."

She closed her eyes.

Not here. Not over this.

"I don't know how anyone can be friends with her." Will said.

Joyce shot him a look,

Neither of them releasing Eleven's tension across the table.

"Uh," she began, voice wavering.

"She's just cruel." Will scoffed.

Eleven jumped from from her seat,

Catching the gaze of the two.

She said nothing.

She just turned and raced to her room.

She could explain everything to Will later.

Tomorrow.

Just not now.

She swung her door closed,

But it didn't even hit the frame before a hand snaked through.

"El?" Will asked, his voice soft and low.

Eleven wandered to her bed,

Her fingers already wringing through her hair,

Her breaths growing more and more jagged.

"Hey hey hey," Will hushed, jumping forward.

Her placed his hands on her arms,

Guiding her to sit down,

Hushing her the whole way.

"El? Hey, El, just breathe."

Eleven coughed.

"Focus on your breathing, okay? In and out."

Eleven gradually followed his instructions,

Groundign herself.

Will gingerly removed his hands from her hair,

Stopping her from pulling more clumps out,

And pulled her into his arms.

They sat, him rocking her back and forth,

And Eleven's breathing peaking and falling.

The next time Joyce went to check on them, they were asleep,

Both on Eleven's bed,

El's face covered in dried tears.

Hopper was always later than he said.

Eventually, El stopped questioning it.

She stopped getting mad.

She just accepted it was part of the job.

All alone in their repaired cabin, Eleven sat,

Book in her lap,

Mindlessly flipping through until Hopper came home.

Suddenly,

Scratch.

Eleven froze.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood.

Scrrrrrrrratch.

Eleven could remember it.

She could feel the cold metal zippers being sealed up her back,

She could hear the sound of chalk on the ground,

And the sound of fingernails on lab tables.

Eleven jumped up,

Palms already sweaty.

Scrrraaatch.

Eleven wandered around the room,

Body tense and heart pounding,

Attempting to find the source.

Every time the sound returned, her lungs heaved.

She struggled to breathe more.

Again.

El clamped her hands over her ears.

She squeezed her eyes shut,

Her knees buckling and pulling her to the floor.

She heaved once,

Her throat closing,

And heard the door swing open.

She couldn't hear anything,

Not until she felt two hands on her shoulders,

Then her arms.

Her head bobbed, throat tightening.

"El?" His voice was muffled,

As if he was underwater.

Or was she?

She could tell she was being moved,

And suddenly the arms were around her,

And her head was tucked under something.

Hopper sat, holding his daughter,

Keeping her head closely tucked under his chin.

"It's okay, kid." He said softly,

Lips pressed to the top of her head.

"You're okay. You're safe."

Eleven's fingers clutched his jacket;

Cold from the weather outside,

But it was warm enough for her.

She pressed her face into his chest,

Weeping,

But finally safe.

Whenever Eleeven started to panic around her friends,

It was actually where she felt the safest.

The most accepted while at her worst.

After all, they'd taught her how to be human,

Not an experiment.

So when she heard words that brought her back,

Or saw clothing,

The back of a head,

Anything that reminded her of her past life,

She knew they were judgment free.

They had seen her through everything.

When the group decided to go to the fireworks,

Something that apparently happened every July 4th,

She was beyodnexcited.

It wasn't until they were a few minutes in did the tides turn.

Her smiles vanished,

The sounds causing her to flinch more and more visibly.

The popping.

The snapping.

The bright flickering lights.

She closed her eyes,

Pulling her knees into her chest,

Closing her palms around her ears.

"Hey El, isn't this--"

She could hear Mike talking to her left.

But only barely.

Everythign was muffled.

Everything except the fireworks.

"El?"

She couldn't speak.

Her through was too dry and closed.

They were so loud.

They were so much.

All she could do was let out a whimper,

Followed by a strained tear.

She heard muffling talking and scrambling;

The ruffling of fabric and jackets.

Suddenly, she felt fabric fall over her shoulders,

Bursting with heat as if someone had just been wearing it.

Someone went for her hands,

And she tensed even more,

Shaking her head,

Whimpering and begging for them to stop.

"El, it'll just take a second."

She could hear Max's voice,

Attempting to reassure her.

She spoke softly,

Close to her face,

And Eleven relaxed enough for Max's headphones to slide over her head.

El blinked in shock,

And Max hit play on her mixtape.

She turned the volume up enough so the fireworks couldn't be heard,

And waited.

Eleven glanced around the group in shock,

Watching as their worry faded to sappy smiles.

They were the only people in the world that would do that for her.

"The fireworks are lame this year anyways," Dustin said,

Not wanting to make the event seem like a big deal.

Eleven couldn't hear it.

With Max holding one hand,

And Will holding the other,

Mike sat in front of her,

Keeping her attention,

Helping her breathe in and out.

She closed her eyes for a moment,

Relishing in the feeling of loved,

And smiled sadly.

How magical that she got to experience it now,

But how sad that it took her this long.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

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bonky-n-steeb · 3 years

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this probably isn’t a good idea but this has been bobbing in my head for awhile…what if bucky had killed one of y/n’s close family members like their sibling or parent(s) or anything like that while he was winter soldier and they’re one of the people on bucky’s list in tfatws to make amends and he’s like taking them on dates and stuff to show them he’s sorry and he remembers their family member and bucky ends up catching feelings for them??

this is probably a TERRIBLE idea and i’m probably making myself look DUMB MAYBE U COULD MAKE IT A LOT BETTER IDKXKENDDN I ADORE YOU AND YOUR BLOG EEEE

Thank you!!!! You made me blush. 🥰 This is an AMAZING idea and I’ll come there and bonk you if you ever again say it’s terrible. Ily 😘 I hope you like it!

the sun and the shadow

𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || angst with a happy ending

this is not proofread :/

This reminds of that post I’d seen where it was like you go on a date with Bucky and he tells you he killed your grandma 😂

Bucky wanted to tell you. He really did. But how could he? How could he tell you about his heinous crimes when you were all he had.

Bucky still remembered your first meeting. He had cancelled the names above you on the list and now it was your turn. It was simple, he was going to confess and apologise and walk away towards a new day.

His therapist had said it would help him. He still didn’t know how removing the scabs on his wounds would ever be good for him; but he did it nonetheless.

And it was probably helpful. He could sleep much better at night knowing that there wasn’t anything to hide anymore. But he would never say this out loud; he had a grumpy reputation to maintain after all.

But then he’d met you. You were waiting for some blind date at a restaurant when he had approached you. He was about to introduce himself but before that, you’d considered him to be your blind date.

You couldn’t believe that the white wolf was your blind date. The one and only Bucky Barnes. Like were the avengers on tinder too?

Bucky thought maybe it was for the better and had started talking with you. I’ll tell her at the end of the night, he told himself. But just like your actual date, the end of the night never came.

And one date, extended to two; and two became three, and it went on. Bucky hadn’t told you he wasn’t your actual date and neither did he tell you that he had killed your only brother.

He had been on a mission where along with a few others, he had killed your brother. Back then, the soldier didn’t feel any remorse. He wasn’t programmed to feel. But now the guilt ate him every moment of his life.

He knew that the day the truth would spill out, was the day you’d leave him. And just the thought of losing you brought upon immeasurable pain.

You were filled with life and your eyes twinkled with hope as you spoke and he couldn’t blame himself for wanting to have a share of your light. You were the sun and he was the shadow.

There wouldn’t be a shadow without the sun just like there wouldn’t be darkness without light. And he too would cease to exist without you.

Hydra had sucked out his memories and emotions. And even after his memories were back, he never thought he’d ever feel again. But then you made him feel.

He felt proud when you laughed at his jokes and he felt happy when you baked cookies. He felt jealous when someone looked at you the wrong way and he felt sad when you cried. Most importantly, he felt love every time he saw you.

But today was going to be the most difficult day he was yet to live. Today was your brother’s death anniversary and you had trusted him enough to ask him to be with you when you visited your brother’s grave.

He couldn’t deny you that. But he couldn’t keep this secret any longer either. He was finally going to tell you. Even if you slapped him and walked away, he would take the pain you gave willingly.

Bucky patiently waited for you in his car. When you came out of your house and sat besides Bucky, your eyes were red rimmed and he was pretty sure you had cried the previous night.

He asked you if you were fine and only when you nodded did he start his car. The entire ride you both were silent. You were lost in the memories of your brother while he was debating when to tell you.

When you reached the graveyard, you walked towards your brother’s grave while Bucky stood at a distance. He knew you needed some alone time with him.

You placed the flowers you had brought near the gravestone and quietly leaned against it. You wanted to tell him so much, but at the same time you couldn’t quite speak a word.

Never in your life had you thought he’d leave you so soon. But fate was cruel and death always took the best people. You just hoped he was happy and at peace wherever he was.

Every year after his passing, you’d come here and tell him the highlights of your year. This time was no different; you him about your promotion, your new car and most importantly Bucky.

Bucky was nothing like you’d expected him to be. He was caring, resourceful and loyal. He was a gentleman through and through. You were sure your brother and Bucky would be friends if he were alive.

Once you were done, you walked towards Bucky with a smile. He on the other hand looked tense and worried. “I want to tell you something.”

You nodded him to go ahead. “I… I killed your brother.” There was no point sugar coating it. Now that it was out of his system, he felt much better; though he knew what was to come.

“What?” You couldn’t digest words that fell on your ear. “When I was the winter soldier.. I, uh… I murdered him.”

He saw how your face crumbled, how your nose scrunched up and how the tears rushed to your eyes. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

You walked behind until your back hit a tree and sagged against it. “Go away. Please.” Your voice was hoarse from all the crying and there was an underlying pain in it.

Bucky wanted to hold you and tell you how much he loved you. But the he was cause of your misery, wasn’t he? He had been selfish; if he had told you on the first day itself you wouldn’t feel this heartbreak.

Holding your head in your palms, you tightly closed your eyes and refused to watch him walk away. And the only question you asked to god, again and again was, why?

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The tv screen was playing some football match as Bucky sat on the floor of his house, loathing himself. There were discarded beer bottles and leftover chips just laying around on the floor.

He knew he was supposed to clean the house and go to work. But he didn’t feel like doing anything. No matter what he did, your thought never left his mind.

He missed it when the first time it happened, but the second time his ears perked up when he heard the bell go off. Someone was here to visit him. He was 99% sure it must be Sam.

Before answering, he checked his phone. He almost gasped when he noted it been two whole days since the incident and he hadn’t even realised. God lord, he needed to get it together.

When he opened the door, he saw the last person he expected to, you. You offered him a bright smile when you saw him and he returned it back. Everything didn’t seem so difficult anymore.

“Um, hey!” He didn’t know why your mood suddenly became awkward. He followed your eyes and looked down. He wanted to smack himself when he realised he was practically naked save for his boxers.

“Oops! Wait a minute!” Bucky replied as he sprinted back into his bedroom. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t seen him in his boxers, but right now it was purely awkward.

When he came back, he was wearing a Henley and sweatpants. “Hi!” He shyly ran his hands through his hair. “I thought it was… over.” Bucky felt heavy even while saying it out loud.

“Do you want it to be?” Your intentions of coming here were much different. “No. I…” Bucky couldn’t say anything further. “I want us to be together.”

Bucky stared at you as if he’d seen a ghost. Did you just say that or was he imagining it? “But I…” You sighed as you began speaking,

“Yeah I know. I thought a lot in these two days. What you did wasn’t up to you. I can’t blame you for what hydra did. It wasn’t at all your fault.

And Bucky I love you.” Without being able to stop for a moment, he engulfed you into a bear hug. “You… you forgive me?” He was the happiest he had ever been.

“Bucky, there is nothing to forgive. But if it makes you happy, then yes I forgive you.” Oh, how had Bucky yearned to listen to those words.

“I have to tell you two things too.” You pouted, what did he want to tell you now? “Second, I’m not your actual blind date. I came there to tell you about your brother but you considered me your date and I couldn’t stop you.”

Bucky was shocked to see you laughing. “I… I know!” Bucky stared at you with wide eyes. “That idiot called me a day later and told me his boss told him to work over time so he couldn’t come. And I knew it definitely wasn’t you who was supposed to be coming.”

Bucky chuckled as he pulled you closer. “And what’s the first thing?” You asked in a sultry tone. “The first thing is,… I love you.”

You pulled his face down and kissed him. “As much as I love you, I need you to take a bath Bucky. You stink!” Bucky winked back, “Anything for you doll.”

#even I’m crying now #marvel #mcu #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes x female reader

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wrathofthestag · 2 years

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Chinese Food and Star Wars

Summary: Jack recalls eating Chinese Food on the 25th with his family as a child. Written for the @12daysofficmas. Also on AO3 with additional notes and links.

“We got one chicken chow mein.”

“That's mine,” Alicia said.

“Some egg rolls, no shrimp. A beef chop suey, sesame chicken, a chicken fried rice, two orders of spicy garlic green beans, egg foo young, and who ordered the vegetable fried rice with extra mushrooms.”

Jack smiled.

“I did, papa! Me!”

Bob grinned and ruffled Jack's hair.

“Here you go, Jacky.”

While Bob and Alicia made their rounds to various Christmas parties each year (NHL commitments and fundraisers they couldn't get out of), their true "Christmas" celebration was ordering a ton of food from Mr. Wong's and watching Star Wars. With Hanukkah behind them, and the rest of the city practically closed, the Zimmermanns enjoyed their yearly Chinese food and Star Wars blow out every 25th of December.

“And the lovely Ms. Alicia has the beef broccoli as well.”

“Thank you, Bobby.”

Jack loved this tradition. His friends from the team would be opening presents and going to church, while he would have this time with his parents.

Maman was always so comfy and casual, her hair up in a messy ponytail, settling into the couch with her chopsticks and container of beef broccoli. Papa would set up the living room for their movie marathon and not talk about hockey or be stressed out. They would just be the Zimmermanns and nothing else.

When they lived in Montreal, they would go out for Chinese food with Zayde Eli and Bubbe Esther on the 25th. Oysessen, Zayde would call it.

“It's a day off,” Zayde would say. “Let's celebrate!”

And they would. Jack remembered getting extra almond cookies and eating them while sitting in Bubbe's lap, everyone laughing and sharing stories.

“Papa, doesn't this look like Bubbe's kreplach?” Jack asked as he held up a potsticker.

Bob and Alicia laughed.

“Don't let her hear you say that, Jacky,” Bob said.

“All right, who's ready for some Star Wars?” Alicia said as she took the remote control.

“Me!” Jack called out, jumping in his seat. “Me!”

Jack smiled as the movie began, and he watched Papa feed Maman a piece of sesame chicken with his chopsticks.

“How do you like that eggnog, Jack?"

“Oh, euh, it's good.”

Jack took another sip. It was far too sweet for his taste, but the look of pride on Aunt Judy's face told him it would be mean not to have some more. It was, after all, his first Christmas in Madison as Bitty's boyfriend, and he didn't want to mess anything up.

Christmas songs streamed through the living room as Bittles and Phelps mingled and laughed during Coach and Suzanne's annual Christmas party.

Even though everyone was kind and welcoming, and Jack grew up with a ton of Catholic friends, there was always something about Christmas that made him feel a bit like an outsider. He knew that at Bitty's, that was no one's intention (hell, Bitty and Suzanne had even made some rugelach for him). Still, he suddenly felt like the only Jewish person in all of Madison at that party.

“Hey, sweetpea,” Bitty said, giving him a quick squeeze on his forearm. “I'm back. Kitchen crisis averted! Mama was totally exaggerating. The egg rolls are fine. Here, I brought you one.”

Bitty handed Jack a small paper plate. It was decorated with Santa faces. On it sat one perfect egg roll.

Jack was hit with a deep wave of nostalgia.

“What's wrong?”

Jack shook his head.

“No, nothing. Thanks for the egg roll,” he said with a small smile.

Bitty took the plate, put it down, took Jack by the hand, and led him to the empty laundry room, where it was quiet.

“Jack?”

Jack shrugged.

“It's silly. I just suddenly remembered eating Chinese food with my parents every Christmas. I mean, obviously, we didn't celebrate Christmas, but we did do that. Papa would order a ton of food from Mr. Wong's, and we'd eat it in the living room⁠—straight out of the containers⁠—and watch Star Wars movies all day. It was our tradition.” Jack blushed. “I just sort of thought about it.”

Bitty smiled.

“Jack, I'm sorry. Here we are shoving all this Christmas stuff down your throat--”

“Bits, no--”

Bitty held up a hand, “Lemme finish, Mr. Zimmermann.”

Jack smiled.

“Okay.”

“And we didn't even give it a second thought about how it would make you feel.”

“It's fine. I'm used to it this time of year.”

“Yeah, but you shouldn't have to be.”

Jack kissed Bitty. The room smelled of fabric softener and pine.

“This is part of who you are,” Jack said plainly.

Bitty said, “Yeah, and being Jewish is part of who you are. And we're a team, so come on.”

Bitty took Jack by the hand again and grabbed their jackets from the hooks in the living room.

“Coach,” Bitty said as he tapped Coach's shoulder.

Coach was chatting with Aunt Judy's husband, Uncle Pat.

“What's up, Junior?”

“Can we borrow the truck? We have to run to Toco Hill for a couple hours, and then we'll be back.”

“Toco Hill?” Coach asked.

Bitty nodded, and Jack wasn't quite sure what was going on.

“Sure,” he said with a smile. “See you in a bit.”

About 45 minutes later, they were in Atlanta, of all places. Jack noticed the neighborhood they were in had a lot of synagogues and what appeared to be kosher markets. They finally pulled in front of a restaurant called Chai Peking.

“I could totally go for some sweet and sour chicken right now,” Bitty said.

Jack looked at Bitty.

“Bits, what did you do?” he said with a smile.

“Come on, I want you to tell me some more about your mama eating straight outta a carton because that sounds like something!”

“Oh, it was,” Jack began with a laugh. “And Papa and her would always fight over the last egg roll, too.”

“Wanna call them?”

“Yeah,” Jack smiled, “I do.”

Jack opened the door to the restaurant, as Bitty placed his hand on the small of his back, suddenly feeling less alone.

#zimbits #jewish jack zimmermann #eric bittle #bad bob zimmermann #alicia zimmermann #jack zimmermann #12daysofficmas #they totally start doing this with their kids #right?#bitty has his christmasing on the 24th #and then they all have chinese and movies on the 25th #and then there's boxing day which Jack is like Oh Canada #but he really can't partake until he retires

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noyasboxdye · 3 years

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Pretty boy - Sugawara Koushi

Notes: It's his birthday today so take these hcs. I'll make an actual fic for him later on when I'm finished writing my other fics and shit.

pairing: Sugawara Koushi x gn! Reader

WARNINGS: age gape (he's 18 turning 19 and you're 19 turning 20),

How y'all met:

Your mom asked you to pick up your brother Daichi and his friend (Suga) from their game since it was late.

So the game ends and you're waiting for Daichi and Suga to finish changing and getting the rest of their things so y'all can leave.

Daichi takes forever to change so Suga ended up being finished first.

Daichi just told him to go outside where you were by the door so he did.

At first, you were confused as to why he was standing so fucking close to you.

Then he saw how you were side-eyeing him and how you would scoot away every time he got the slightest bit closer so he introduced himself.

He'd heard (and seen) a lot of you. You were basically Daichi aimed to be for the majority of his life.

So he told you he was Daichi's best friend- the one you were supposed to be picking up along with Daichi.

Everything was pretty much fine after that.

It became a regular thing for him to start up conversations when he bumped into you.

And after a while of those you both had created your own bond.

Catching feelings:

He hated that he liked you, it was humiliating to him. Especially since he was about 95% sure you didn't like him.

He felt even worse since you were his best friends brother. He didn't know how Daichi would take it but something was telling him it wouldn't be well.

Especially since the last time, Daichi talked about you was the first time Suga had actually seen Daichi mad.

All he said was "jeez you're brothers fucking hot," and he was fuming about it.

So imagine how he would act if he just said "Hey yeah I like your brother," that would not go smoothly at all

So he kept it to himself. He decided that keeping it to himself and waiting for the crush to go away was the best option.

The crush "went away" after a few weeks and he was safe to start hanging out with you and Daichi again.

The feelings came back after y'all hanging out for a few hours though.

Which resulted in him telling Daichi, he didn't really care as much as Suga thought he would.

Confessing:

He didn't plan on confessing. It was extremely accidental

He had come over and you were supposed to be at university and he saw that your parents weren't home so he had just started yelling to "Daichi" about how much he liked you.

"Daichiii he called me fucking gorgeous!! Can you believe it! I'm gonna kiss him one day I swear, he's so fucking cute oh my fucking gods he's so perfect ugh!!"

"Daichi? Where the hell are you?!" he says storming around the house "DAICHI!" he roams the entire house before storming up the stairs.

Bursting into his friend's room and seeing you on your little brothers' bed.

He just stood there. At first, he thought he was dreaming but then he remembered that he slipped on ice before entering the house.

So he just stood there using the if I don't move and I can't see him then he won't see me tactic.

He started crying after you said his name though. Like full on sobbing because not only was he embarrassed as fuck but he also had just unintentionally confessed his undying love for you at the same time.

So he was sobbing and you comforted him. He stopped after a few minutes and you both talked everything out.

You both decided that you didn't want to start dating right away.

First date:

After a month or two you both ended up going on your first date.

He was really nervous.

He didn't know how to act on the date so he was mad awkward in the beginning.

But he ended up treating it like it was just a regular hang out in the end but with holding hands and stuff like that.

He had a lot of fun. Y'all went to the movies and to the arcade.

Y'all went to your house after. He had gotten hungry again so you made him dinner.

Then you both watched a few more movies while cuddling.

By the time you were both finished, it was close to 3am and you were both exhausted so he just stayed the night.

He slept in Daichi's room so he could tell him about the date and stuff.

Then they stayed up 'till 5 talking about the date and other random shit.

Daichi threatened you both that if you hurt one another he would fight y'all.

Pre-time skip:

When you would be home on your vacation he would tell you about high school drama.

He used to make you watch bob ross with him.

Your house was basically his second home so he would come over whenever he wanted.

Late-night baking was damn near an everyday thing for the both of you. Especially on weekends, y'all would be baking like y'all gon die if y'all don't bake.

Late-night drives were a huge thing in both your platonic and romantic relationship. Especially when he got his drivers license he would just randomly pick you up since university was only a little under an hour away.

He plays with your fingers a lot. He does it even more if you wear rings.

He lays directly on top of you like a starfish but on top of you.

He'll do random trust falls at the worst times. Like you'll be in the middle of cleaning or something and he'll just fall back and almost hit his head on your dresser.

I think he has cousins that he's really close to like siblings type close. And I think that they would love you so much.

Post-time skip:

The kids love you at his job. He'll bring you in for career day and the kids will just be all over you.

If/when y'all get kids he's like the best dad ever. He's so sweet and kind and lovely.

He's the type of parent that gave their kid all the good snacks and everyone wanted to trade with them at lunch.

When he brings the kid to his school the teachers are in love they're just completely showering them in compliments.

He visits you a lot at work.

He also likes giving you massages.

Valentines and Christmas are his favourite holidays to spend with you.

#noyas.works #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x gender neutral reader #sugawara kōshi #sugawara koushi #sugawara x reader #sugawara x gn reader #sugawara x you #sugawara x y/n #sugawara x male reader

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redrobbingabank · 3 years

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Syndicate Foster AU Chapter One

No one knew much about Philza Minecraft. Ranboo was pretty sure that that was because Philza Minecraft wanted it that way, and what Philza Minecraft wanted, he got.

Not in a bad way. The man was a good one, an oxymoron in the world of rich people Ranboo saw on the news when he bothered to watch it. He didn’t come up often––that’s what happens when you choose not to be known––but Ranboo had yet to see him wrapped up in any sort of scandal.

The list of unknowns about Philza was long to anyone outside his circle, and for Ranboo, it had just gotten longer. As he sat in the chair outside the social worker’s office, purple backpack hugged close in his lap, he couldn’t get the question out of his mind: Why in the world would some billionaire choose to foster a teenager?

Fostering anyone was enough of a question. Fostering a sixteen year old, only two years away from ageing out, was downright baffling.

Ranboo picked at a hangnail. It didn’t matter how he turned it over in his head. It just didn’t make sense. The whole thing felt far too weird, and not nearly real enough.

He looked past his worn out sneakers to the hallway around him. The linoleum floor was peeling where it met the wall, and the wall’s paint wasn’t faring much better. Everything was the same shade of grey, like snow when it turned into slush. Through the confused haze filling his mind, Ranboo hoped Philza’s house had some sort of color.

The door opening next to him made Ranboo jump. His social worker stepped out first, followed by Philza. Ranboo shot to his feet, swinging his backpack over his shoulder.

Philza smiled at him. “You ready to go, mate?” He was shorter than Ranboo. Ranboo did not like being taller than Philza Minecraft.

He nodded silently. Philza had a manilla folder in his hand. Ranboo’s file, holding everything the system needed him to know about the kid he was fostering. Ranboo had never actually gone through it himself. He’d never had a reason to, but now, knowing someone else had seen it, he was curious. What did it say? Did it list his problems? If it did, was his insomnia one of them?

His social worker smiled at him. “You’re all set, Ranboo,” she said. “I hope you have a good experience.” The last part was quiet, meant for Ranboo alone. There was no reason to plant doubt in Philza’s head about his parenting skills.

Ranboo felt his throat closing up. He’d never been around Ms. Parks much, past the times she handled his movements between houses, but she was still the most constant figure in his life. “Thanks, Ms. Parks,” he said tightly.

Philza gestured towards the elevator. Time to leave again, to go blindly to a new home with no idea how long it would last. Tightening his grip on the backpack’s strap, Ranboo led the way in and pressed the button for the ground floor. They were quiet on the way down, on the walk through the lobby, out the doors, and to the black limousine waiting out front. Philza gestured for Ranboo to get in first, then sat down across from him.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he asked, nodding at the backpack.

Ranboo, who’d become a little transfixed by the striped green bucket hat Philza hadn’t taken off since… ever, actuall, now that he thought about it, scrambled to answer. “I––uh––yeah.” He glanced down at the bag self-consciously. Was it not enough? Was he supposed to have more?

Philza didn’t look mad at him. He just smiled and said, “We’ll go get you some more stuff soon, then.”

Ranboo froze. “Oh, you don’t need to do that, Mr. Minecraft, it’s fine, really. I don’t need anything else––”

Philza held up a hand, and Ranboo fell silent. “First, you can just call me Phil, mate. Second, I want to. We need to get you a uniform for school too, and a laptop, I bet.”

A laptop? A uniform? Ranboo was starting to wish they’d told him what being fostered by Philza Minecraft would involve. “I’m sorry… a school uniform? Why do I need a uniform?” Panic started climbing in his throat. He’d assumed that he’d just be going to the same school he’d attended for the past few years.

Apparently, Phil planned differently. “You’re going to go to Kinoko High School,” he explained. “It’s where Techno and Niki go to school. Speaking of, are you ready to meet them? Do you have any questions?”

Technoblade and Niki Nihachu, Phil’s two adopted children. No one knew where they’d come from. The two were unrelated, but shared the same shockingly pink hair and hatred for the media. Unfortunately for Ranboo, that hatred cut off his mental profile there. Everything else on the internet about the two was speculation and rumors. Actually…

“Is it true that Niki punched a reporter once?” he asked tentatively.

He’d been worried Phil would get defensive. It wasn’t really his business, after all, what the Minecraft children did. But, much to his surprise, Phil laughed. “It is,” he said. “But the reporter had it coming. She’s really very nice when you get to know her, as long as you’re not a dick.”

Naturally, Ranboo immediately began going through everything he’d ever done to see if he’d committed some terrible atrocity that had slipped through the cracks in his memory. He was tempted to ask what exactly the reporter had done, just to compare it to his life, but decided to leave it alone for the day, and offered a weak chuckle of his own to match Phil’s.

“Techno’s a good kid too, of course,” Phil added. “Just… they’re both a bit quiet. They’ll probably give you plenty of space.”

“Oh.” Ranboo bobbed his head, hoping it would suffice as a reaction. It was actually a relief to hear that he wouldn’t be expected to integrate into the role of sibling immediately. The day was already making him tired, and the feeling only intensified as he looked ahead to his arrival at the house. House? He suddenly realized he didn’t know where Phil lived.

“Where are we driving?” he asked, looking out the window. It was all the same buildings he knew, rising above eye level into the sky. Secretly, he hoped for a house somewhere a little away from the city. A big backyard sounded cool. And a dog. A dog would be nice.

Alas, it wasn’t meant to be. “Pog Tower,” Phil said. “We’ve got the penthouse at the top.” The route they’d been driving towards the center of the city suddenly made sense.

“Oh,” Ranboo said, and sank a little farther into the seat cushions. Not that he wasn’t grateful. It would be better than the monotones of the group home, at least. Maybe they had a cat, or a fish. It would be great.

His time to convince himself of that dwindled even faster as the limo pulled into the semicircle drive in front of the tower. Big plants lined the sidewalk and stairs, flowy green leaves going all the way to the big revolving glass doors. Ranboo had the sudden feeling that his stomach had dropped into hell and left the rest of him behind.

His legs felt like nerveless attachments as he got out of the car, hoisting his backpack over his shoulder. Phil walked around the car and stopped next to him. He glanced at Ranboo. “Ready?”

Considering how much he felt like an ant right now, Ranboo was getting very scared of how much time he was going to spend at the top of this building. What if he fell out a window? How long would it take him to hit the ground and become a grease spot?

“Yeah,” he said, and cringed. His voice had gone up an octave.

Phil gave him a sympathetic look. “Let’s go, then,” he said kindly, and led the way inside.

The lobby was even nicer than the entrance. The floor was all marble tile, spanning what had to be at least half the bottom floor of the tower. A receptionist sat at a kiosk-desk-thing in the center of the room. It had a top made of smooth black glass. Behind her, an elevator with gold-looking doors taller than Ranboo was centered in the wall.

Phil walked past the receptionist with a smile and a nod, which she returned. On his way past, Ranboo tried to mimic the greeting, but it ended up as an awkward ducking of his head. The receptionist smiled anyway. She was paid to do that.

Just that small screw up made the trip to the elevator feel like an eternity. It was an astronomical relief when the doors shut, Phil leaning forward to insert a key into the slot beside the switchboard and press the button that would take them to the top floor.

“You don’t need to talk to anyone if you don’t want to, when you’re coming in,” he told him when he straightened back up, slipping the key back into his suit pocket.

“Oh. Cool.” In Ranboo’s head, he sighed loudly. It was probably just him, but he felt like living on the tower was going to take a lot more social interaction than he was used to.

The elevator ascended fast enough to give Ranboo the free-fall sensation of a roller coaster before slowing down and stopping with a pleasant ding!. Ranboo had time to exhale once more before the doors were sliding open, and he was greeted by a living room bigger than the cafeteria at the group home, currently occupied by two teenagers arguing over a binder on the glass coffee table. At the elevator’s chime, they abruptly cut off. The girl slammed the binder shut, and they both turned to face him.

Niki Nihachu and Technoblade looked as similar as they were different. Niki came up to Techno’s shoulder. She had on a black sweater and jeans, pink hair falling loose around her shoulders. Her build was that of a distance runner’s. Ranboo vaguely remembered some old photo posted of her at a track meet.

Technoblade had a pair of thin-framed glasses and grey sweats. His braided hair was long enough that when he’d spun around, it whipped over his shoulder. Dark bags hung under his eyes, though they were sharp and analytical as he looked at Ranboo. The crumpled Monster cans next to him offered an explanation.

No one spoke for an uncomfortable amount of time. Finally, Phil waved. “Hey guys, this is Ranboo.” Ranboo felt a piece of his soul shrivel up and die.

Techno and Niki looked at Phil. They looked at Ranboo, then looked at each other. Then, the two lifted their hands and gave him a perfectly synchronized wave. Were they sure they weren’t twins? “Hey, Ranboo,” Niki said.

“Um. Hi. Did you guys practice that?” Ranboo asked nervously, clutching the backpack’s strap tighter.

“Yeah,” Techno said, grinning. Ranboo felt slightly less scared. “We thought it was funny.”

Ranboo bobbed his head wordlessly. What could he say? If he’d been watching and not scared out of his mind, he’d agree.

“Guys, maybe avoid the pretending to be psychically connected for a few days,” Phil said.

“This happens often?” Ranboo squeaked.

Niki shrugged. “Pretty much, yeah.”

The pair hadn’t moved from in front of the coffee table, both in positions that prevented Ranboo from looking at the binder they’d been fighting over. He glanced between the two, but their faces betrayed nothing except for calm friendliness.

“Well,” Phil interrupted the silence, stepping to the side, “Your room is upstairs. I can show you where it is, and you can hang out up there or down here until dinner. It’s whatever you want, really.”

Thank god, an opportunity to hide. Ranboo almost led the way to the stairs, but stopped himself. “Sure,” he said. Then to Techno and Niki, “It was nice meeting you.” Was that okay to say to new siblings? It was probably stupid.

Niki grinned. It was a sharp expression on her face. “Nice to meet you too.” She and Techno watched Phil and Ranboo until they were at the top of the stairs, then turned back to the binder and started arguing again in whispers. Ranboo resisted the urge to glance back.

At the top of the stairs, Phil led him down a short hallway and stopped at the second door on the left. “Since we weren’t sure what you like, we left it mostly plain,” he said. “We can decorate it and stuff soon, though.”

“I’m sure it’s great how it is,” Ranboo said.

“Nah, it’s boring. I want you to like it.” Phil stuck his hands in his pockets. “Anyway, we’ll be around. If you want to hang out or need anything, just come tell one of us. You can do whatever until dinner. I’ll send Techno up when it’s ready.”

“Awesome.” Ranboo gave him one last smile and waited in the center of the room until Phil left, closing the door behind him. He sighed. Dear god, that was exhausting. Maybe he’d actually be able to sleep tonight.

There wasn’t much to do on his own. Ranboo set his bag down on the dresser and tossed the sets of clothing inside without much care how they landed. Then, he launched himself onto the bed and just… kind of laid there.

He wasn’t even sure what to think about. The house? How big it was? How it actually seemed kind of like a home, and not some rich person’s museum-slash-autobiography? Whatever Niki and Techno were arguing about? They definitely didn’t want either Ranboo or Phil to know what it was.

Ranboo closed his eyes. Purple spots floated behind his eyelids. Sometimes, he liked to try to watch the patterns, but it usually ended with feeling like he was free falling through the void.

A knock on the door jolted Ranboo out of sleep. “Yeah? Uh, come in?” he called.

The door creaked open just enough for him to see one of Techno’s eyes. “Dinner,” he said.

“Oh. Awesome.” Had it really been that long? Ranboo wasn’t really hungry; he’d actually rather go back to sleep, or whatever had made the time pass like that, but he stood up anyway. “I’ll be down in a second.”

“Awesome.” Ranboo thought he saw Techno flash him a thumbs up, but then the guy was gone, muffled steps walking down the carpeted hallway to the stairs.

Ranboo stretched his arms over his head and groaned quietly. Dinner. He could do that. He could do that, and then he could go back to sleep and be done with people for the day. Slowly, he shuffled over to the door. Just eat dinner and sleep.

Phil made dinner. Ranboo wasn’t expecting that. He wasn’t sure why he wasn’t expecting that, but it was probably related to his general impression of rich people. He cringed a little at how clearly wrong he was, at least about this family. Especially because Phil had made mac and cheese.

It was freaking good mac and cheese too, he thought as he ate, carefully watching the others to make sure he wasn’t eating the wrong way. So far, he was doing well.

The four of them sat at a big table in the kitchen. Niki and Techno sat next to each other across from Ranboo, who was alone next to an empty chair. When he first saw it, he thought maybe it was Phil’s, but then Phil had taken the seat at the head of the table. Through the entire meal, Ranboo’s gaze was drawn to the chair and the question if someone was missing from their group.

“So, Ranboo,” Niki said casually, like they’d been friends for a while and this wasn’t the first conversation she’d ever initiated with him. Ranboo looked up and put down his fork to make sure she knew he was listening. “You start school the day after tomorrow, right?”

Ranboo glanced at Phil for confirmation before nodding. “Yeah.” He was actually doing his best not to think about it. Everytime he did, his heart sped up unpleasantly and his knee started bouncing and a lot of thoughts he didn’t have space for crowded his mind. He was eternally grateful for Sunday tomorrow, giving him a bit of a reprieve before he was thrown into it.

“I thought we’d go shopping tomorrow.” Phil joined the conversation with such ease that Ranboo almost stared. “We need to get you your uniform and some supplies. I also thought a new backpack would be nice. But if you want to stick with the one you’ve got, that works, too,” he added quickly.

Ranboo thought of the seam starting to rip on one of the straps. “No, a new bag would be awesome.”

“Great. It’s settled. Techno, Niki, do you two want to come?”

The two shared a glance and nodded.

“Alright. We’ll go to the mall at ten tomorrow, I think. Does that sound good, Ranboo?” Phil asked. Everyone was suddenly watching him. Ranboo nodded quickly, if only to make them stop.

“Did you get your schedule yet?” Techno asked, looking at his plate instead of Ranboo.

“No.” Was he supposed to have one?

“We’ll get it tomorrow with your other things,” Phil told him.

“Oh. Okay.”

When dinner was finished, Techno and Niki were the first to get up. “We have homework,” were their parting words, and then they were out the door with a surprising lack of sound. The silence held until their doors closed a few moments later.

Phil set down his fork and turned his attention to Ranboo. “I’m gonna head off too, mate. The office called, and they want me to head in for a few hours tonight. Unless you need me to stay?”

“Oh, no, I’m fine,” Ranboo rushed out. Time alone would be good. He always found it easier to breathe when there were less people in the house.

“If you’re sure,” Phil said, standing. “Techno and Niki will help if you need anything, and my numbers are on the coffee table. You should probably put them in your phone anyway.”

Ranboo imagined the battered old model he had upstairs. The corner was bashed in from being dropped a few too many times, and the 5 button was fickle. He cringed a little at the thought of showing it to Phil.

“Will do,” was all he said. Then Phil, too, left, and Ranboo was alone in a kitchen in a new house with no real idea what he should do, except that he wanted to leave Niki and Techno alone.

With that in mind, he went to bed. Or, not exactly. He went to sit in bed with his legs crossed, hunched over his journal as he wrote everything that had happened that day down. It had been a long time since he’d lost a day, but that did nothing to remove the fear that at some point, he would.

A strange bang sometime later made Ranboo jump. He checked the digital clock on his nightstand: 1:15 am.

The noise reminded him of a window being shut, and for a brief moment, panic flashed through him like lightning. What if someone had broken in?

But that was impossible. They were at the top of freaking Pog Tower. Just to reassure himself, Ranboo got up and looked out his own window. The distance from himself to the ground made him close the curtains. Yep, no one would be scaling the building. He was fine. He was safe.

Ranboo looked at the journal, still open on his bed. The moment when he’d gone from writing to staring blankly at the pages was a mystery. He sighed, closed the journal, and put it back in its place at the bottom of his backpack. He had to go shopping tomorrow… well, technically, today. Sleep would be a really great idea.

Not that saying it would make it happen.

Nevertheless, Ranboo climbed into bed. This time, he got under the covers and made his eyes stay closed. The suggestions ran through his head: count, tell yourself a story, take deep breaths. None of it ever worked.

Sometimes, Ranboo really wished it did.

#dream smp #dreamsmp #dsmp #dream smp fanfiction #dream smp fic #dsmp fanfic #the syndicate #ranboo #technoblade #nihachu #philza #the syndicate foster au

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thelittleboyfromloveactually · 3 years

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Two Shorten the Road

part 1

joel dawson x reader

warnings: cussing? idk, bad writing.....fluff, cuteness, monsters(is this a warning), mentions of death, SPOILERS

word count: 2154

prompt: when your best friend decides to leave your colony to go find the love of his life, you decide to join him on his journey even if you aren’t so happy about where this journey is going

Welp I did it, I took it into my own hands. I am writing a joel dawson series. Because we👏need 👏more👏joel👏fics👏 it’s basically the movie, almost the same script but obviously slightly different…ENJOY! <3

No one in my generation or later had a typical upbringing, I mean some of us did but then the world ended. This type of thing sounds straight out of some apocalyptic movie, but we basically live in one now. Agatha 616, an asteroid heading straight for earth, I know, so original. So we all came together and did what we do best, blow things up. Yup, we blew up teh asteroid, and humanity was saved! We thought. But here’s the thing about rockets, they are made of a bunch of chemical compounds which eventually rained back down on earth. Suddenly there were these Aileen creatures that mutated and started eating us. Ants, lizards, roaches, crocodiles, you name it. Our president was even killed by a giant moth. Ya….not so original now huh? We suddenly need tanks to kill ants, oh man I remember the good old days when a shoe would do just fine. Sometimes even the tanks didn’t work. Eventually the really big ones and our military took each other out and we lost 95% of the human population in a year! Those of us who survived hid, bunkers, caves, panic rooms, all around the world. So for the last seven years I’ve been hiding in an underground bunker. It’s really not as bad as it sounds, and it’s better than getting eaten alive. It’s a great group of people and we all love each other.

“Are you sure they’re asleep?”

“Who?”

“Y/N and joel!”

“Oh ya I’m sure”

“Joel? Y/n?”

“He’s asleep”

Actually we are both awake. Me and my best friend joel have kinda mastered faking being asleep. Our beds are right across from each other so we normally just lie there and make stupid faces at each other. We are the only two single people in our bunker. Nice huh? Joel is my best friend. I met him when I joined the colony. He’s the sweetest. It’s funny cause everyone thinks we should just have sex already because that’s literally all everyone else does. But we are way above that. Anyway, joel is in love with his girlfriend from before the colony, her name is Aimee. With one “I” and two “e”s. He loves to talk about her, he writes her letters. So in reality, I am the only one who is not in love in this bunker. I’ve never had a boyfriend, ever, even before the world ended.

We don’t really get any sleep. The moaning kinda keeps us awake. I got up and out of my bed and headed for the kitchen. I heard Joel’s bed creak and then his footsteps as he followed behind me. Another annoying thing about being down here is that to get to the kitchen from my room, you have to walk though other people’s bedrooms. Oh shit, they are busy, why would they leave their door open. Me and Joel stopped.

“Oh” joel and I said in unison

“Hey Y/N! Hey Joel!” Ava said

“Oh hey Ava” Joel said, we didn’t dare look over to our left.

“Y/N how’s it going?” Tim asked

“T-totally good tim, h-how are you doing” I asked

“Yeah, good” he responded

“I uh we couldn’t sleep” said Joel looking at the ceiling

“Ya we know the feeling” Ava said with a laugh

“Yeah probably not for the…..same reasons” joel said looking straight ahead

“Your guyses door was open, did you…did you know that?” I asked

“Yeah we know” they said

I shook my head and knitted my eyebrows together

“Okay” joel trailed off

Ever since Tim’s parents were eaten by a swarm of termites he and Ava have gotten really close, in every way.

“Okay, goodnight” joel said as we walked

Basically everyone is coupled up down here, a baby was born last winter! Welcome to the apocalypse kid. Ok if we ever get out of this, that would be an awesome story to tell your kids. “Oh ya I was born in an underground bunker doing a monster apocalypse” “yes exactly like World War Z but with bugs bigger than a 5 story building”. I mean come on.

So your probably wonder how the hell we get food, we’ll we have a cow. Gurdy. Gurdy is great. We also have a hunting party that brings back whatever they can from the surface. It’s gotten harder and harder, cause we ran out of bullets. And facing one of those things with a handmade weapon is just as hard as it sounds. It’s very very difficult. I go with them….sometimes. I still get scared. But I’ve been out quite a lot, especially compared to my man joel over here. I’ve been out maybe 30 times, he’s been out…maybe once, or not even. He’s the chef of the bunker. He makes super good Minestrone.

Me and joel like to hang out with Mavis. A robot. Yup. Not much for conversation, her batter is shot. Just like every other mavis I would imagine. When I’m not hunting we hang out with her. But sometimes I just go read. Reading and joel keep me sane. I mean sometimes joel drives me insane but I still love him. I have quite the collection of books too! I’ve got Emma by Jane Austen, a couple random ones that we found, all the hunger games and Harry Potter books, some mysteries that stopped being mysteries after a while, and then of course some smutty romance books for personal entertainment.

Joel likes to say that his thing is target practice. He has never hit the target but ya know, gotta entertain yourself. I think his thing is drawing though, he has this book that he draws in from Aimee. It’s really cool actually. He’s really good.

I sat watching Joel as he tried to hit the target, laughing a little every time he missed. It was cute how hard he tried.

“Shut up” he said shaking his laugh away

I laughed again, but then suddenly the lights started flickering. You could hear screeches and creeks echoing through the bunker. Joel turned to look at me. Worry and determination in his eyes. We both scrambled out of the room and into the kitchen where everyone was preparing.

“Hustle, hustle people we’ve gotta move”

I turned to look at Joel but then realized that he wasn’t next to me. Where did he go? Worry flooded through me. Suddenly the clanking of our weapon started behind me.

“Hey guys!” Joel said as he rammed into the railing, I shook my head. “Guys! I’ve got the weapons” he smiled at me

A few people walked over to him taking them out of his hands

“Stay” said Tim

“W-what?” Joel asked looking around in confusion

Everyone was talking and barking orders “grab what you need and let’s go! Y/N you coming?”

My eyes shot open “yes! Yup!” I jumped up and grabbed the bow and arrow from Joel.

“W-what's happening?” He asked innocently “what’s going on?”

“There’s a breach” said Tim

“What do you mean? Like inside the bunker breach?!” He asked

“Yes joel! Now come on!” I told him, patting him on the pack as I followed the others

He followed me and watched the plan get arranged

“Anna, Y/N and I will engage. Anderson and Tom plank him”

“Plank him, ya ok where do you guys need me? You want me to uh come through the rear or..?” Joel asked eagerly

“I don’t think your going to pass this joel” I told him

“Pass what? You guys need help, let me help” said clutching his crossbow

“You gonna make me say it?” said Sam

“Say what?!” God he was so adorably clueless

“You can’t handle it joel, your shook” said Sam, we all began getting into positions

“Ya ok, yes so you guys don’t get scared..ever?” He asked still getting ready to fight

“We get scared, we all get scared joel, but you get really scared” said Sam

“They are trying to make you feel bad joel” I said sweetly, trying to calm him down

“We love you joel”

“But your a liability”

“Ok why did that speech feel so rehearsed? And what about Y/N? She’s like…ya know?” He said bobbing his head

“Joel-“ suddenly the bunker shook and the lights flicked again

“Ok 30 meters out! Let’s move!” And we were off

Leaving joel and some others behind. You could hear the growling of whatever we were up against

I followed the others and listened carefully. I was freaking shaking. Don’t ask how I got sucked into becoming one the the hunters. Kinda just happened and I was just-

“OH SHIT!” I heard someone yell, it was too dark to see. Someone was gone, that thing took them. I couldn’t even see it. Oh fuck my life. Everyone began scattering, running away from the monster. I stopped running to take a breath, when I realized I was alone. Nicely done Y/N. The lights kept flickering. I heard something blow up in the distance.

“Conned? Conner?” I heard a whisper, one I knew all too well. Shit, joel. I ran toward the sound, and had no idea I was also running toward certain death. I stopped running. There it was, that thing. I’d never seen this before. I didn’t recognize it. I stayed silent, not moving at all. It slowly crawled over a shower curtain. Oh fuck. He was going toward joel! I quickly grabbed my bow and arrow and shot it. Right though the face. Next to its….eye I guess you could call it. Joel stood there, frozen.

I slowly walked over to him “Joel, hey are you ok?” I asked as I slipped my hand into his. He was trembling. Tears ran down his cheeks. He has a bad freezing problem, so I've been helping him work on it.

About an hour later I sat with Joel, still holding his hand as he stared out into space. We could hear everyone talking. How could this have happened?

“It ripped through steal”

“Anderson and I resealed the Breach point, nothings getting in that way again”

“But why did it happen?”

I tried to toon it out, and I hoped Joel did too.

“Joel, do you wanna talk about it?” I asked squeezing his hand, he looked so sad, which just crushed me

He shook his head

“Ok….” I nodded, I leaned into hug him but was interrupted by his voice

“How far away is Aimee's colony?” He asked

I pulled back, looking at him confused. The talking stopped and everyone look at him

“What?” Tim asked

“Aimee’s colony, how far away is it?” He repeated

“About 85 miles” he said as he furrowed his brows

“How long will it take to get there?”

“What do you mean joel?” I asked leaning closer to him

“Just humor me, how long?” He insisted

“7 days” said Tim

“Someone who’s armed and trained would hardly last 50miles, but you…joel” Ava said, I felt bad for him, he really didn’t deserve any of this

“Alright” Tim continued “now I need volunteers”

“I’m gonna go” joel said

No one said anything, they just stared

“It’s an impossible journey joel” said Tim, crossing his arms

Joel stood up, moving around my chair. “No im serious…I love you guys but there’s only one person in this world who ever truly made me happy and she’s only 85 miles away” he said strongly “I’m gonna go see her” I could see his mind was made up

God he was such a romantic, how could you not love this guy? Sure it hurts when your best friend tells you that you didn’t make him truly happy. Especially when you maybe sorta kinda have a crush on him.

He let out a breath “woah, that felt awesome” he said as he walked off to start packing

I stood there for a second processing and thinking, but then suddenly my mouth took over and well….

“I’m coming with you!” I said, he froze “I mean you can’t leave me here with these middle aged people, and your my best friend so” I shrugged

“I’ll come back for you I promise” he walked over to me “I can’t let you put yourself in even more danger” he said grabbing my arms

“I can’t let you put yourself in danger knowing that I could have helped protect you” I said, he stared blankly at me

I smiled “o-ohK…then I guess…” he trailed off

“Cool I’ll go pack” I skipped past him. Was I scared? Hell yes. But like I said, I needed to help joel and protect him in every way I can. And sure I wasn’t so happy that he was returning to his long lost love but if it made him happy then I would live. And anyway, two do shorten the road.

#love and monsters #joel dawson series #joel dawson fics #joel dawson #joel dawson x reader

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cherriesradio · 3 years

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Mha relationship headcanons (Class 1-A)

Guess I’m doing headcanons now

(In order of seats cause it’s the first photo order on Google lol)

Gn reader

Yuuga Aoyama

He will lazer anyone who even dares to make fun of them

Always in need of attention

ALWAYS

if y/n is boing homework or something at their desk he’ll just dramatically sit down in their lap

“wHy aReN’t yOu PAyinG aTtENTion tO yOUr pReTtY bOYFriEnd?????”

“My little star” ❤️

Compliment wars

Y/n will compliment him once like “hey your hairs really soft today”

Shots fired

He is a rich kid and no one can convince me other wise

So one day he just randomly buys them like thousand dollar jeans and they just sit there like “???????????????? I mean thank you so much I love it but like ????????????”

Mina Ashido

Yeah she doesn’t have any hoodies anymore

“Girls” night is very important where it’s basically every other night where they sleep in each other’s dorm rooms but instead of going to sleep at 1am they go to sleep at 6am on a Friday

Every morning she puts a ridiculous amount of makeup on y/n and y/n the whole time is like “I am totally willing to go to school like this”

But by the end Mina just wipes it all off :(

Brags about each other CONSTANTLY

Kirishima and Kaminari made a whole mix tap of Bakugo telling them to shut up about each other

With Kaminari’s crappy beat boxing ✨

They both go to Momo’s dorm and all study together (let’s be real they aren’t really studying just kidding around) all the time

(If a female y/n) They get their periods at the same time and it’s so miserable cause they can’t take care of each other 💔

If Mineta hits on either one??

The next day the other will ask to train with him and he’ll think someone finally likes him back but turns out they were just trying to beat him up for revenge

Tsuyu Asui

HATES PDA

DON’T YOU DARE HOLD HER HAND NO

Headcanon she’s aromatic (aromatics can still want a romantic relationship with someone and fall in love and stuff, it’s just really unlikely) (feel free to tell me how it works; I’m in the community but haven’t done a large amount of research on aromatics)

Random compliments

Just randomly “hey *ribbit* your outfits really nice today”

💙 swimming dates or going to the pond💙

Double dates with the rest of the Dekusquad couples

Loudly cheers each other on in training

Y/n gives Tsu a frog plush and she’s to scared to sleep with it thinking she’ll drool on it or something so it’s on a shelf that only has special items

Remembers every little thing like they could say they needs to do something in a few months and Tsu will remind them

Eat Bento Boxes together at lunch all the time 🍱

Once y/n was like “what do I feed the pond frogs?????” And Tsu went on a long rant about how to handle frogs

She has a passion okay

Sends goodnight texts at like 8:30 and y/n finds it hilarious that she literally goes to bed at 8:30

(When they finds out about Bakugo they laughs at him and Deku mutters “he deserves it”)

“I love you” *internal panic, like that one spongebob scenes in his head where there’s a ton of little sponge bobs burning stuff* “uhhh um uh thanks” “WAIT IM SO SORRY I LOVE YOU TO SO MUCH” *bursts into laughter*

Tenya Iida

Study dates where they lose track of time and accidentally stay up till two in the morning

Definition of slow burn

Literally, for two years he clearly had a crush on them but didn’t realize it and at some point Deku and generally the whole Dekusquad got tired of it and Ochaco just yelled at him one day “YOU LITERALLY LIKE Y/N HOW DO YOU NOT NOTICE?!?!?”

He just like o ^ 0

Literally plans every date for weeks

He doesn’t love physical affection, he likes it just not all the time, prefers giving gifts and time to each other

Best listeners ever

(Slightly angsty headcanon) one time he had pulled a bunch of all nighters studying and failed a test from not taking in the info and cried and y/n comforted him :(

Literally thanks the universe every night for y/n because he’s a sweetheart

When his brother gets forced into retirement y/n comforts him SO HARD

Y/n would low key be on board with the “murder stain” plan if Iida told them

Cause they are best friends with his brother

When they first got together and they meet each other they thought he was super intimidating cause he’s the “if you break his heart I’ll break your nose” type but then became really good friends because of how each of them care for Iida (well that was what started it)

Doesn’t get jealous whatsoever

Y/n could literally kiss some guys hand or cheek and he’s just like “their a really friendly person and I trust them”

Arguments on who’s gonna pay for dinner lol and then he’s just like

“Oh my god what we split the Bill” like he just had the best smartest idea ever

And y/n’s like “ :0 that such A good idea!!!!!” Cause they are both semi himbo

Ochako Uraraka

As soon as Ochako said she was poor y/n just started randomly giving her money

“Hey Ochako how’s your day” “oh good good you” “yeah I’m doin good anyways here’s fifty dollars”

She makes y/n a ton of hand made gifts and likes baking for them (I headcanon that she likes baking uwu)

If she buys y/n anything they know she was saving up for it and appreciates the heck out of it

Volunteers at the family business all the time 😌

Her bed is covered in stuffed animals and when she misses y/n she cuddles up to them and y/n find it so sad yet adorable

They would be nervous to tell anyone so it would be a secret for a while

Until one day Deku asks if Ochako wants to study with him and Iida and find them cuddling while reading

He definitely freaks out and blush’s but tells no one

After a few months they do tell the class tho they supportive

Okay the whole Dekusquad and y/n calls All Might Dad

When their older they go to pride parades (even if it’s not a lgbtq relationship) and wear “free mom/ dad/ parent hug” shirt and it’s adorable

Constantly touching each other

Could be hugging or hand holding or even as little as just having their hand on the others shoulder

Both find it werid how they somehow have the same taste in music

Part 1 (gonna be four parts lol wanna do the whole class)

#mha #bnha #my hero x reader #mha x y/n #Aoyama #aoyama x reader #mina ashido #mina x reader #tsuyu x reader #iida x reader #ururaka x reader

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nicknellie · 3 years

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@over-under-through1 requested: I was wondering if you could do a modern au/nobody dies with Willex and a sleepover/sort of comfort?

Okay, so in my professional opinion, this is probably one of the cutest things I’ve ever written. Thank you for suggesting it, I hope you like it!

Title from All You’re Dreaming Of by Liam Gallagher.

Underneath the Moon

For the first time in almost eighteen years, Alex had the house to himself for an entire night. His father was away on a work trip, some head-office-organised bonding experience he’d been less than excited about; his mother was out of the state entirely, having a girls’ weekend with her four sisters; and his little sister was staying at his aunt and uncle’s house while both parents were away because as responsible as Alex was, he was only seventeen and his parents hadn’t been foolish enough to leave him in charge of a twelve-year-old who had a tendency to dodge rules.

Alex couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this excited – having free rule of the house felt like a dream come true. The moment he was alone, he had quietly broken every rule that had ever been set out for him: he had worn his shoes in the living room, rested his feet on the furniture, eaten ice cream straight out of the tub, watched a horror movie, and stood in the middle of the living room bellowing curse words for half an hour for no other reason than that there was nobody to stop him. They were petty acts of rebellion, sure, but to Alex they felt freeing and supremely satisfying.

His plan was to have a party. Well, not a party party – there was no way he’d be able to clean up all that mess before his father got home, and having so many people in the house would scare the living daylights out of him. The party would consist of just him and his closest friends having fun together, eating pizza and playing Just Dance and probably sleeping through most of it.

He opened up the group chat which consisted of him, his boyfriend Willie, and his best friends Luke, Reggie, Julie, Carrie, and Flynn. After typing out an invitation for them all, he read it through more times than he could count to make sure all the information was right. But before he could hit send, his phone buzzed with a notification from Willie.

Abandoning his own text, Alex opened up his private chat with just Willie. The text read: I’m feeling a little fragile, do you mind if we hang out?

Usually when Willie felt down it was something to do with his adoptive father, Caleb. They argued a lot, Alex knew, but Willie was normally quite closed off about the whole situation – Alex figured he would talk about it more when he was ready, so he had never pried.

He opened up the group chat and deleted his long message, thankful he hadn’t sent it, before going back to his conversation with Willie. Alex shot back a quick reply asking if Willie wanted to spend the night at his place before he could overthink or regret it.

Alex had stayed over at Willie’s a few times but never on purpose. He often fell asleep while they were having a movie marathon because being wrapped in Willie’s arms like that was sinfully comfortable and Willie radiated heat, so it was easy to doze off. He would wake up in the morning groggy and with no clothes to change into and no toothbrush to use. And Willie hardly ever came to Alex’s house because it was easier for them if they avoided his parents, so he’d never been able to spend the night.

But his parents weren’t here and Willie could be and this time Alex could plan to be with him all night.

Willie replied with an affirmative a moment later and Alex began the slightly unnecessary task of making the house look presentable. There wasn’t a lot to do; his mother had made sure everything was tidy before she had left for the airport, and Alex hadn’t made too much of a mess in his rule-breaking spree earlier. All he needed to do was straighten a few cushions and clear away a few plates and bowls he hadn’t taken to the kitchen earlier.

It was getting dark by the time Willie arrived. Alex could always tell when Willie was at the door because he didn’t ring the doorbell like any normal person, he held the button down and let it ring until somebody answered. It drove Alex’s parents round the bend, which was half the reason Alex found it so endearing.

Willie did the same that night, holding down the button and letting the shrill chime of the doorbell draw Alex to him. When Alex opened the door, Willie was looking up at him with a smile on his face and his board tucked under his arm.

“Hey hotdog,” he greeted, standing up on his tiptoes to press a kiss to Alex’s cheek. “Good day?”

“Yeah,” Alex replied, wrapping him in a one-armed hug and pulling him inside the threshold of the house. “How about you?”

Willie shrugged evasively. “Great now that I’m with you.”

Alex smiled in return, shut the door behind him, then took Willie’s hand and led him to the living room. They plonked themselves down on the sofa and Willie automatically curled himself around Alex like a koala.

This had been what Alex was expecting – when Willie was down, he did his best to cover it up. He hid his sadness behind avoidance and false smiles, but little gestures (like holding Alex so tightly that he thought he might actually burst) were what gave him away.

Willie picked up the remote and flicked the TV on, landing on a David Attenborough documentary. His eyes were trained on the television like it was all he ever wanted to see, which was how Alex knew that there was something he was avoiding talking about.

“Hey,” he said gently, tilting Willie’s head to face him with two fingers under his chin. “You sure you’re okay?”

Willie swallowed but clearly decided lying wasn’t worth it, giving a short shrug. “I don’t know. It’s just been a long day.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Alex pressed carefully. “Because if you do then I’m more than happy to listen.”

He was given a weak smile in return. “Not tonight. Maybe just help me cheer up?”

“Of course,” Alex said, nodding. “What do you want to do?”

“Well, first I want to do this – sit and talk with you. Then I thought we could make cookies, I even brought the ingredients for that amazing recipe you made for my birthday.” He nodded down to a plastic carrier bag that Alex hadn’t seen before, placed down by their feet – he could see an ungodly amount of chocolate in it and couldn’t help but smile. “And I want to sleep with you.”

Alex short-circuited. He had not been expecting that. His face flushed and his mouth bobbed open and closed in a half smile – he didn’t think he could form words anymore.

“Oh, wait, that sounded wrong,” Willie said hurriedly. Alex breathed a little easier. “Not like that. No, I just meant I want to sleep next to you, you know, together. Like I said, it’s been a long day.”

“Right,” Alex said, half-relieved. “Right, okay, that makes more sense.”

Willie giggled – that was always an unfair thing to do because it was guaranteed to make Alex lose his mind – and rested his head on Alex’s shoulder. “I love you, hotdog.”

“I love you too.”

They stayed curled together on the sofa until the documentary finished, Alex gently weaving his fingers through Willie’s hair, Willie clinging to Alex like his life depended on it. It was calm and quiet and hardly anything like what Alex had previously planned for that night, but he wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

As soon as the credits began to roll, though, Willie was up out of his seat, had picked up the bag of ingredients and was making his own way to the kitchen. “Come on, hotdog,” he called over his shoulder, “I’m hungry.”

Smiling fondly, Alex followed him to the kitchen and pulled from a shelf the old recipe book he had used a hundred times as a kid. He used to bake with his mother when he was little because they both enjoyed it and they had fun together – they still baked together every now and then, but it was filled with stony silences rather than banter and the only time either of them spoke was when they asked the other to pass them something.

Still, Alex enjoyed baking and he always would, and it had become his favourite pastime with Willie now. Willie was hopeless in a kitchen, but Alex was a whizz and the combination led to mediocre results – the end product didn’t matter, Alex thought, as long as he and Willie had fun making it.

It didn’t take long for things to descend into chaos, as was to be expected when Willie was placed in a kitchen.

“Willie,” Alex said, reaching for exasperation to cover up the adoration in his voice, “if you keep eating the chocolate chips then there won’t be any left to put in the cookies.”

“Don’t worry,” Willie said dismissively. “I bought plenty, there’s still three bags left.”

“We only need one bag for the cookies, why did you buy so many?”

“To eat,” Willie replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Alex tried to look unimpressed but quickly gave up when Willie fed him a chocolate chip, beaming, and he simply had to smile.

The smile had vanished when he’d smelled burning.

“Is something on fire?” he asked, peering past Willie to the cooker.

There was no fire, thankfully, but the chocolate that Willie had been melting was quickly turning black and sticky and it stank of smoke. Willie let out a curse that would have sent Alex’s mother running for the hills and tried to salvage it in vain, scraping at the sides of the bowl with a spatula, trying to un-burn the chocolate.

To top it off, the smoke alarm started beeping.

“Okay,” Alex said, steering Willie away from the stovetop and handing him a tea towel. “You go wave that at the alarm until it stops beeping, I’ll sort out the chocolate.”

Willie did as he was told, whipping the tea towel around his head like a lasso as he made his way out to the hallway to fight the fire alarm, and Alex turned the heat down on the stove, gently removing the bowl of chocolate. He disposed of it easily enough, but there was some fused to the cooker, so he scrubbed at it to get it off. By the time he’d done as much as he could, there was still a small stain, but it was hardly noticeable. As Willie came back, Alex started melting the chocolate himself.

“Sorry,” Willie said, slipping his arms around Alex’s waist from behind. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s fine,” Alex replied, awkwardly turning his head to place a kiss on the tip of Willie’s nose. “It just means you get one less bag of chocolate chips to eat – I’m using them for this.”

Willie groaned and buried his head between Alex’s shoulder blades, mumbling something about life being so unfair. Alex shook with suppressed laughter.

Alex took over control of the cookies from then on, at Willie’s insistence. It wasn’t the easiest of tasks because Willie refused to let go of him, so whenever he needed to move around the kitchen he had to employ an awkward shuffle so that Willie could come too. Still, by the end they had a fresh, warm, gooey batch of heavily chocolatey cookies and the grin on Willie’s face was worth all the hassle.

Alex watched him take his first bite and smiled proudly as Willie’s eyes closed in contentedness. “Good?” he checked.

“I am so in love with you,” Willie replied. Alex wasn’t sure if it was directed at him or the cookie, but he took it as a win.

They found themselves sprawled on the sofa again, the cookies and a half-eaten packet of chocolate chips between them. They ate in comfortable silence – Alex was conscious that it was almost ten o’clock and that it would be a good idea to go to bed soon and that people weren’t supposed to eat before sleeping, but he ignored those niggling thoughts. He enjoyed simply being with Willie, together in his house for once and happy.

Willie was the one to break the silence.

“I was arguing with Caleb earlier,” he said, looking at the cookies instead of Alex.

“Yeah?” Alex said, careful to keep his voice level. “About what?”

“He wants me to start doing shows at the club again,” Willie sighed. “I thought we agreed months ago that after I turned eighteen I wouldn’t have to do the shows if I didn’t want to. And I don’t want to. But he says that apparently the crowd miss me and I should come back.”

“That sucks,” Alex said, hating how lame it sounded. “I’m sorry. Are you still looking for your own place?”

“There’s practically nowhere in my price range,” Willie said, “but I’m supposed to be viewing an apartment next week that might be doable.”

Alex tried for a smile, reached over and held Willie’s hand. “Well, if it works out then you can move out and you’ll be free. No more guilt trips, no Caleb – you won’t even have to think about going back to the club.”

Willie smiled weakly. “Will you come and view the apartment with me?”

“If you want me to then of course I will. Anything, Willie.”

With one last tiny smile, Willie dropped the subject and finished the last bite of his cookie before checking the time. Alex didn’t miss him stifle a yawn.

“Come on,” he said, tugging Willie’s hand and pulling him up. “You’re tired, let’s go to bed.”

Willie didn’t look too enthusiastic about being made to sleep, but he didn’t protest. While Alex got changed in his bedroom, Willie got ready for bed in the bathroom. Suddenly Alex wasn’t sure how all this worked – was it weird for him to be waiting in the bed when Willie entered the room? Surely it was weirder if he was just stood next to it awkwardly and only got under the covers when Willie came in? Maybe, he thought, he should try to make himself look busy so that he wouldn’t seem strange when Willie came in. He tried it, rummaging around in his chest of drawers, but then realised that if Willie asked what he was looking for he wouldn’t have an answer.

He stopped, took a deep breath, and just climbed into the bed. He picked up his phone and scrolled through social media, just for something to do with his hands. Maybe that would look more natural anyway.

When Willie came into the bedroom, he jumped beneath the bedcovers like it was all he had been wanting to do all day, curling around Alex, resting his head on his chest and his hands on his abdomen. Alex put his phone down and pulled Willie closer, hands clasped around his back. He had no idea why he had been worried about this – doing anything with Willie felt natural and safe, why should this have been any different?

“Thank you for everything, Alex,” Willie said softly.

“It was my pleasure,” Alex returned, burying his face in Willie’s hair. “You know I’d do anything for you, right?”

Willie laughed. It sent shivers down Alex’s spine. “Yeah. I know. Goodnight, hotdog.”

“Goodnight, love.”

But Alex couldn’t sleep. He tried, he really did. For whatever reason, he lay there for hours, unable to drift off. Maybe it was having Willie so close, knowing he would stay that close for a long time. Maybe it was the summer air drifting through his open window, warm and soft even though it was nearing midnight. Maybe it was the fact that he’d gone against his gut and eaten those cookies right before sleeping. Whatever it was, Alex couldn’t sleep.

He moved his head to look at Willie, the tiniest movement possible, and saw that Willie’s eyes were open too.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, tracing Willie’s cheekbone gently with his thumb.

Willie shook his head. “Can you?”

“No,” Alex returned. Then he had an idea. “Wanna do something cool?”

Willie beamed and the two of them clambered out of bed. Alex picked up his duvet then crossed the room to his half-open window and wrenched it open completely. Because of the layout of Alex’s house, his bedroom window led directly onto a gently sloped section of roof. He hoisted himself through the window, then did the gentlemanly thing of helping Willie through too (though he was more than certain Willie could have managed it on his own, more gracefully than Alex had too).

Alex laid the duvet down on the roof like a picnic blanket, sat himself down and patted the space next to him for Willie to join him. The night wasn’t cold – it was summer, so the warm air danced across their faces, keeping them cosy and comfortable while they lay together underneath the moon, watching the stars and the deep night sky.

“I come out here sometimes,” Alex said softly, “because it feels lonely. Not in a bad way, just… it feels so far away from everything and everyone. It’s nice to just be alone sometimes.”

Willie hummed, a gentle response that settled some deep unnameable worry inside Alex’s chest. He softened, melted against Willie, relaxed.

They stayed there for hours, Willie pointing out constellations and giving them names and stories that Alex was almost certain were made up (“That’s Lord Crumpet, he vanquished the dreaded army of Abominable Snow Crabs which is why he has a pincer for a hand.”). It was simply nice.

Once Willie started to yawn, the ends of his nonsense sentences lost to his exhaustion, they crawled back in through the window and back into bed. Warm, close, cuddled, both of them were asleep within seconds.

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You Bring Me Home—Chapter Ten: When it Rains

a/n: hi besties!! This one is... tough I’m ngl to y’all. It is the second to the last chapter which is so wild to think about, but alas all good things must come to an end. Hopefully you don’t hate me too much by the end of it but feel free to vent in my inbox :))) much love, Mel <3

Pairing: Hawai’i!Harry x Original Character (Halani <3)

Warnings: swearing, some suggestive humor, ANGST (!!)

Word Count: 7.4 k

catch up on parts one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine

“Is that my shirt?”

“No,”

Alani squints at the cartoon bee printed on Harry’s white t-shirt and crosses her arms in disbelief.

“Yes it is! I’ve been looking for it everywhere,”

“Don’t worry, you can have it back soon,” he admits, crawling back into his bed with an apologetic kiss to her pouting lips. “Doesn’t smell like you anymore,”

“Thief,”

Harry scoffs and props himself up on an elbow. “Don’t act like my Spice World jumper isn’t hanging at the foot of your bed right now,”

“You left it there,” Alani defends. “I was merely being kind and looking after said hoodie because it was abandoned by its owner,”

“Oh yeah and you’ve fought real hard to reunite us,”

“Can we get back to the main issue at hand? Which is that I’m kinda pissed off that you look better in that shirt than I do.”

Harry chuckles to himself and presses an affectionate kiss to her temple. “You’re too kind.”

Alani rests her cheek against his chest and listens to the rain pattering harshly against the window, admiring the flashes of lightning that illuminate the dimly lit room. Harry had convinced her to stay the night, worried about her driving home alone in the storm, and he was met with very little resistance. Secretly, he thanks the rain gods for allowing him another night to hold her close.

********

“H, you gotta tell her,” Jeff had warned the previous night. “I already pushed the flight back a week—”

“I know,” Harry huffed. “I just need a little more time.”

Jeff sighed, rubbing his tired eyes with the heels of his hands. “You have until this weekend when we go away with the girls. One week in Maui, and then it’s back home. I’m sorry.”

********

Harry’s stomach turns remembering the conversation, but he decides to push all the nagging thoughts to the back of his mind and focus on the present.

“You all packed?” he asks, trailing his fingers up and down her arm.

Alani drapes her leg over his hip and nods. “Been packed since last week.”

She had been ecstatic the day after Mila and Chad’s wedding when Harry invited her to tag along on the couple’s trip with Jeff, Tom, and their significant others. His eagerness to include her in his friend group was not only reassuring, but exciting. It felt like their lives were coming together, even more so after she had introduced him to her parents. They, of course, had adored him and quickly given their seal of approval. While Alani knew that it was ultimately her choice, it still felt good to have support from the most important people in her life, and she hoped to win his friends over just as easily. Harry, on the other hand, had no doubts that she would fit right into his chosen family. Her name had been cautiously dropped during a weekly FaceTime call with his mother and sister, and he was overjoyed when they enthusiastically grilled him for details.

What Harry was less sure of, however, was how Alani would react upon hearing that his vacation was up and that he would be headed back to L.A. in a week’s time. It was still early in their relationship and an indeterminate break seemed less than ideal. He had tried to convince both Jeff and the label that he could finish the album in Hawaii, but the same couldn’t be said for Jeff Bhasker, Mitch, Tom, and his new bassist, Adam, who all had families waiting for them back on the mainland. It was too risky personally and financially, so Harry reluctantly negotiated one last week to persuade Alani that a long-distance relationship wouldn’t be a death sentence.

“What d’you wanna watch?” he asks, sitting up against the headboard to turn on the T.V.

Alani sighs and settles deeper into his side. “When Harry Met Sally,”

“But it’s not Christmas or New Year’s,”

“So?”

“So,” Harry explains. “We have to wait ‘til the holidays, wouldn’t be right otherwise,”

Alani scoffs and peers up at him with a judgemental look. “So I guess Serendipity is also out of the question?”

“We’ll have all Christmas to get through that list, darlin’,”

Her stomach flips at his suggestion of their future holiday plans. Privately, she had wondered about such things, as well, including what gifts she might get him or where they would spend the holidays. Though still months away, it suddenly felt within reach.

“Fine,” Alani softens. “The Notebook,”

“And let you drool over what’s-his-face?” Harry pokes. “No fuckin’ way,”

Alani pinches his side and sits up. “Would you stop being insecure about that? I’ve already told you I was just kidding that time,”

“Yeah well, it still stings,”

“Why don’t you tell me your celebrity crush? You know, so I can be totally fine about it because it doesn’t mean anything,”

Harry shrugs, the corners of his lips turning into a playful smirk. “Don’t have one,”

“Liar,”

“M’serious,”

“Why, because you’ve already dated them?”

“Hey,” Harry pouts. “That was a bit snippy,”

Alani’s muscles tighten. She hadn’t realized that his dating history was a sore spot, but she takes a deep breath and plants a sweet kiss to his jaw as an offering of peace. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,”

“S’alright. Truce?”

“Deal,”

“Jennifer Aniston,”

“Huh?”

“My celebrity crush,” Harry explains shyly. “When I was younger,”

Alani giggles lightly. “I see. Good taste, she’s hot,”

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna leave me for her too,”

“I just might,”

“Can’t say that I blame you,”

“Look I know this is a cute little bit we do,” Alani sits up, her gaze dead-set on Harry’s to communicate the seriousness behind her words. “But I just want you to know that I feel so lucky to be with you. I’m not going anywhere any time soon,”

Harry swallows harshly. It was everything he’d ever wanted to hear and it kills him that he can’t return the sentiment with full honesty. A little less than a week is all he has to prove that even though he physically has to go, his heart will remain wherever Alani is. “Me either,”

Another round of thunder booms outside and the lights fizzle out, leaving the room completely dark save for the intermittent flashes of lightning that gently illuminate the room.

“So much for watching a movie, huh?” Alani sighs.

“I think I know some other ways we can keep ourselves entertained.”

********

Harry sets a steaming cup of tea down onto the table in front of Alani and she looks up from her tube of nail polish curiously. Harry flashes a dimpled grin in her direction and whistles a familiar tune, one that she had heard in the studio when he was busy doing his Bob Dylan impression.

“What’re you singing?”

“Hm?”

“The song,” she clarifies. “You were singing it the other day, what is it?”

Harry serves her plate of hash browns and shrugs. “Dunno, just a little tune ‘ve been workin’ on,”

“It’s nice,”

“Thanks, sweets,” he offers, setting her food down and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Hey Alani,” Jeff interrupts, stepping into the kitchen with his cellphone pressed to his shoulder.

“Glenne wants to know if you’re okay with her setting up a spa thing for you guys,”

"Yeah, definitely,” Alani perks up.

“Cool, thanks.”

“Look at you,” Harry teases, taking a bite of his toast coated in strawberry jam. “Minglin’ with the girls,”

“They’re not even here yet,”

He scans over her appearance and his brows furrow, hit with the sudden realization that she’s dressed in formal attire.

“What’s with the fancy outfit”

“I have a meeting, remember?”

“With?”

Alani blows on her freshly painted nails and holds up her other hand for Harry to do the same.

“My senior advisor. We’re going over my research project,”

Harry’s brows raise. “Smarty-pants,”

Alani had scheduled her meeting with Dr. Hudson months ago and had, truthfully, forgotten all about it until she had received a courtesy email the day prior. She had been working on her proposal in the spare minutes she had away from Harry, which were few and far between, but she knew the initial meeting would be much more casual. Alani checks the time on her phone and stands quickly when she realizes that she is supposed to meet Dr. Hudson in less than thirty-minutes.

“Gotta go,” she offers, shoveling potatoes into her mouth and grabbing her bag.

Harry ceases blowing on her nails and kisses the back of her hand before sticking out his lips for a kiss of his own. “Good luck, darlin’. Meet me at the studio after?”

“Sure thing, sunshine. See you later.”

********

“How did the Joni Mitchell piece go? You never told me,” Dr. Hudson questions, taking a sip of her coffee.

Alani offers a shy smile and toys with the hem of her skirt. “A flop,”

“Just one more closer to the winner,”

“Yeah,” Alani sighs, stirring her smoothie. “Maybe it’s time to move on from that,”

The professor shoots her a disapproving look and sets her drink down. “Alani—”

“I just think maybe there’s more realistic—”

“You are not giving up,” Dr. Hudson reassures her. “You’ve come too far and you’re a terrific writer. One of the best I’ve ever had the pleasure of teaching. These things take time,”

Alani nods gently, her lips pursed in a tight smile. “Thank you, that really means a lot,”

“What are you working on right now?”

Absolutely nothing, Alani thinks, but then she remembers the half-written article about Harry sitting in her files.

“A short piece about… a local musician,”

Dr. Hudson’s brows raise, intrigued, and she nods. “That sounds interesting. Definitely more personal,”

You have no idea. “Thanks. I mean, it’s not really anything—”

“I’d love to read it when you’re finished,” the professor continues. “What’s the scope?”

Alani thinks, trying not to give too much incriminating detail about her subject or their relationship.

“Well,” she starts, hesitant. “He’s writing new music and working on his first album. I guess I kind of want to follow his journey and redefinition of success in the music industry,”

Dr. Hudson hums. “I love it. Send me a draft.”

Alani swallows and takes a minute to consider the offer. Surely there couldn’t be anything wrong about sharing her work privately with her advisor. She had been so excited about the potential of the article when it was first started, but it had since been neglected like so many of her other rejected pieces. Starting again seemed exciting, and she knew that Harry would be pleased to play such an important role in making her dreams come true. That had, after all, been the initial terms of their agreement.

“Okay,” Alani accepts. “I will.”

********

Harry draws out the last note and Mitch lets the chord ring between them for a moment.

“I think that’s the one,”

“Yeah, I liked that progression better,”

“Hope you got that, Bhasker,” Mitch calls to Jeff in the sound booth, who gives a thumbs up in response.

Harry continues humming, his head still bobbing to the tune, when he hears the studio door creak unpleasantly. His eyes shoot up to find Alani wincing and timidly stepping into the room.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt,”

He softens and beckons her over. “Never an interruption, sweets,”

Alani slots herself between his legs and wraps her arms around his neck, giving a gentle peck to the tip of his nose before pressing their lips together.

“How’s the weather?”

“Just got a lot sunnier,”

“Meeting go well?”

She nods and twists a lock of his chestnut hair between her fingers. “Yeah, actually,”

“Then we should celebrate!” Harry perks up, peppering a kiss to her cheek. “Dinner, wine, movie, the whole shebang,”

Alani frowns, thinking back to the article she promised Dr. Hudson. “Hmmm, raincheck?”

Her boyfriend deflates. “You’re ditching me?”

“Just for one night,” she explains, pulling him closer. “I wanna finish up some school stuff before our trip. Otherwise I won’t be able to give you my full attention,”

Harry pouts, but he nods understandingly. “‘Kay,”

“I’m sorry, sunshine. I’ll miss you tons,”

“Ditto, sweets,”

Alani presses her forehead against his and her fingertips wander through the growing curls at the nape of his neck. “Please don’t be upset,”

Harry smiles warmly and smoothes his hands up and down her back. “Never, m’love. Could never be upset with you,”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he nods, planting a sweet kiss to her lips. “Hey, I wanna play you somethin’,”

Alani grins and pulls back a bit to read his expression. “Let’s hear it,”

Harry grabs the guitar next to him and slings it over his shoulder before adjusting the capo. The song starts sweet and gentle, his voice light to match the tune.

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

It’s hard when we argue

We’re both stubborn I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

Alani watches in awe as he pours so much emotion behind every word, his vocals effortlessly powerful and rich. She claps when the song finishes and leans in for a kiss.

“I love it,”

“S’not finished yet,” Harry shrugs, still fiddling with the strings. “Just the chorus right now,”

“Will you teach it to me?”

His brows raise in surprise. “You play?”

“No,” Alani admits. “But I have a feeling you’re a good teacher,”

“Well, let’s see what you got,”

Alani turns and Harry props the guitar in her lap, his arms wrapping around her as he guides her into the right position. His left hand demonstrates the beginning chord and she replaces his fingers on the fretboard to try for herself. She strums and the beginning note resonates in near-perfect pitch.

“Hey,” Harry beams. “You’re a regular Hendrix,”

He continues positioning her fingers over the right spaces and letting her strum, humming the lyrics softly into the shell of her ear.

“We don’t argue that much,” Alani defends playfully.

Harry chuckles and kisses her temple. “Maybe not, but we’re really good at makin’ up.”

“Easy, Styles.”

********

Harry: Hungry?

Alani peels her eyes away from the computer screen and reads the message lighting up her phone.

Alani: Not really

Harry: …

Harry: oh

She laughs and pads over to the window. Sure enough, Harry holds up two bags and flashes a cheesy grin down below.

“Need a study break?”

“I’ll meet you at the door.”

Harry makes himself comfortable in the middle of her bed and unpacks the bags.

“I’ve got a California and a spicy tuna for my favorite girl,” he announces. “With a side of eel sauce,”

“And the world's best boyfriend goes to Mr. Harry Styles,” Alani grins, taking a seat next to him.

He smirks and pulls out his own order of miso soup and sushi. “How’s the homework comin’ along?”

“Not too shabby,”

“Glad to hear it,”

“Hey, what time do I meet you at the airport tomorrow?” she asks, dipping her roll in the sauce.

Harry freezes and turns to her with confusion written all over his face. “I’m sorry, did my girlfriend just insinuate that we’re not leaving for the airport together?”

“I really need to finish this,” Alani explains. “It’s almost there,”

“Two nights?” he complains.

Alani nudges him with her shoulder and shakes her head. “We’re gonna be spending an entire week together, non-stop. You’re gonna get sick of me,”

“Never,” Harry rebuts. “Not possible,”

“Just one more night,” Alani bargains. “Then I’m all yours, no interruptions.”

He nods and takes a sip of his soup. “Alright, deal.”

You have to tell her, Jeff’s voice rings in his mind.

********

The airline stewardess ushers Harry and Alani to their seats while Scott and Miles settle down a few rows behind. She didn’t know exactly what to expect from first-class, but suddenly the perks of having a famous boyfriend increased tenfold by the sight of their luxurious accommodations.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Alani asks while Harry hovers over his chair.

“Sitting, or I was about to,”

“And you’re not even gonna offer rock-paper-scissors for the window seat?”

Harry shakes his head with an amused chuckle. “No because I already know that you’re gonna get up to pee every five minutes,”

“Not true,”

“It is too true and it’s exactly why we can’t cuddle while we fall asleep,”

“Or maybe the reason is because I’m claustrophobic and I just don’t wanna hurt your feelings,”

Harry frowns. “Really?”

“No,” Alani admits, taking the aisle seat. “I just said that so you’d give me the window,”

“Get up, we’re switching,”

“Thank you, sunshine! You’re the best,”

Harry slumps into his new chair and crosses his arms. “Forty-five minutes and we’re already fighting like an old married couple,”

“Oh really?” Alani smirks. “Is that what old married couples argue about? Who gets the window seat?”

“And leaving the toilet seat up, going antique shopping—”

“—What old married couples have you been hanging out with—?”

“—Picking up the kids from school,”

Alani presses a kiss to his shoulder and rests her head in the crook of his neck. Her eyelids are still heavy from staying up the night before, but her article was completely finished and sent off to Dr. Hudson just like she’d promised. Now, she could enjoy her vacation free of any worry or obligation, completely focused on the perfect boy still rambling next to her.

“But, obviously I mean that doesn’t count, right?” Harry asks, craning his neck and smiling softly when he sees that his girlfriend has already dozed off. He kisses the top of her head gently and lets his own eyes flutter close with a deep, contented breath.

********

“And then I’ll have to repaint it, but I haven’t decided on a color yet,” Glenne explains to Alani as they stroll through the airport.

Alani hums. “It was your grandmother’s?”

“Well, it was somebody’s grandmother’s. We picked it up at this little antique shop in Santa Monica.”

Jeff escorts Glenne into the shuttle car while Harry and Alani share a knowing look and stifle their laughter. They shuffle into the back seats as Tom and his wife, Jenny, claim the middle row.

“So you’re a journalist?” Jenny asks, turning in her seat eagerly to face Alani.

“Not quite,” she explains with a polite smile. “Still a student, but hopefully someday,”

Jenny nods and twirls the ring around her finger. “Sounds exciting. Maybe you can hitch a ride on tour with this one and do some writing there.”

“Yeah,” Alani smiles, settling further into Harry’s side. “Maybe.”

The idea of traveling the world with Harry and being a part of the excitement of touring the album was something she had considered briefly, but hadn’t allowed herself to fully indulge until this moment. It was already thrilling to see him polish the songs he had begun during his trip, but she could only imagine how much more special it would be to see him perform them for the rest of the world. A twinge of jealousy sparks at the thought of having to share any part of him with the public, but Alani knows that his gifts are much too special to keep all for herself. Harry was golden and he deserved to shine in all of his radiant glory. That was exactly what she had penned in her article, and she said it not because he was her boyfriend and there were clear personal investments, but because she knew it was true even before he had shown any romantic interest in her.

“What’s tour like?” Alani pipes up as Harry watches the landscape out his window.

He considers it for a moment and clears his throat. “Fun, mostly. Can be tiring,”

“Lots of partying and adoring fans?”

“No,” he chuckles to himself. “Not so much the partying. Enthusiastic fans, sure,”

Alani narrows her eyes. “No partying?”

“Nope,” Harry reiterates. “Don’t really like to do all that stuff when I’m working. Also just didn’t wanna…”

He trails off and Alani waits a beat to see if he’ll continue. “Didn’t wanna?”

“Fuck it up,” he finishes. “You know, like, be the one who ruined a good thing for a little bit of fun.”

She lets his words settle in, rubbing a reassuring circle on the back of his hand. “Makes sense. Sounds really responsible of you to do that.”

Harry presses a soft kiss to her temple and resumes his study of the scenery. They chat amongst their friends for the remainder of the drive and Alani immediately presses Glenne and Jenny for information about her boyfriend in his younger years. They indulge her inquiries and ask their own questions, deciding privately after a few minutes that her and Harry are a good fit.

When the group arrives at the resort, Glenne takes charge and instructs them all to meet at the lobby for lunch in twenty minutes. They collect their keys and head up to their respective rooms, which are all located on the very top floor.

“What a view,” Alani muses as she takes in the sight from their private balcony.

Harry admires the wonder on her face and nods, his eyes not leaving her side profile. “You’re tellin’ me,”

“Let’s never go home,” she poses, arms snaking around his torso. “Let’s stay here forever, just me and you,”

His throat tightens as he thinks back to the inevitable conversation waiting for them. Harry didn’t know why it was so hard to think about leaving because he had every intention of keeping touch and making their relationship work at all costs. But there was a part of him, a very tiny recess in the back of his mind, that feared the possibility of Alani not feeling the same.

“Yeah,” he agrees with a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose. “Whatever you want, sweets,”

Alani senses a shift in his demeanor, but she can’t read it. “You okay?”

“Never better,” Harry swallows, mustering up a small smile. “But I am hungry,”

She isn’t entirely convinced that there isn’t something bothering him, but she decides not to push it and tightens her grip around his waist, instead.

“Race you to the lobby.”

“You’re on.”

********

“You’ve never seen Finding Nemo?”

“Was I s’posed to?”

“My god,” Alani marvels. “You know, I’m starting to believe those rumors that you were grown in a lab,”

Harry’s brow raises and he blinks. “That I was what?”

The restaurant that Glenne and Jeff chose features an aquarium tunnel at the entrance, much to both Harry and Alani’s excitement. Fish, large and small, swim around them and the pair take turns pointing out their favorite colorful species. The Hull’s snap photos for their four year-old daughter, but Jenny also secretly captures one of Harry and Alani with their hands clasped under the mesmerizing blue lighting as a keepsake for her friend.

“Add Finding Nemo to our movie list,” Alani says, admiring a clownfish that swims close to the glass.

“S’it gonna make me cry?”

“Probably,”

“Goddamnit,”

Alani giggles softly and turns her head away from the glass to silently observe Harry under the lighting of the rippling water. The combination of his serene features and the sound of Billie Holiday’s I’ll Be Seeing You over the sound system creates a perfect image in her mind, one that makes her afraid to blink, lest it be gone forever. Harry glances over at her through the corner of his eye and his lips curl.

“Checkin’ me out?”

“Always,”

“Like whatcha see?”

“Love it.”

His heart nearly stops at her words, but before he has a chance to process their implication, the hostess calls on their group.

“And I’ll have the piña colada,” Harry orders once they're seated.

“Oh my god, H,” Glenne laughs from across the table. “That reminds me, remember your birthday last year when James got trashed and hoarded the karaoke machine for, like, two hours?”

“Ruined that song forever,” Jeff quips, reliving the memory of the Late-Late host drunkenly serenading the entire party with the same song on repeat.

Harry cringes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I try not to,”

Alani watches as they reminisce on the event, adding their own details and pieces to the puzzle. It’s amusing to watch, but a small part of her also has to fight the pang of exclusion settling into the pit of her stomach. She feels guilty for being affected by it knowing, logically, that it isn’t intentional or malicious in any way. Still, Alani is painfully reminded of the vast differences between their worlds. Harry had gotten to know practically every part of her life, including her family, but there was still so much that she didn’t know about his. It was something she worked hard not to dwell on, given the novelty of their relationship, but she also worried that fear and insecurity would prevent her from investing what little of her heart Harry hadn’t claimed yet.

“Who was it that started dancing on a table and almost broke a chandelier?” Tom asks, wracking his brain.

“I think it was Ken—” Jeff hesitates, clearing his throat. “Actually, I don’t remember,”

Harry shifts in his seat beside Alani and reads over the menu, quickly changing the subject. “What’re you gonna get?”

“I don’t know,” Alani admits. “Everything looks so good,”

“Oh look,” Jenny pipes up across from Harry. “They’ve got your fav, the mango sorbet. I wonder if it’s as good as the one in Italy,”

Harry beams and reads over the item. “Oh yeah, that was amazin’,”

Alani files the detail to the back of her mind. She hadn’t known mango was his favorite flavor of anything, and while it was a trivial detail, she realized that there were so still many little details about him that she wanted to know. Harry had made such an effort to remember everything about her, like her go-to sushi order and the fact that she always saved the kiwis for last in her fruit salad, so it made her feel a touch guilty that she hadn’t made the same effort.

“Wanna share the coconut shrimp?” Alani asks with a gentle nudge to his shoulder.

“Oh, uh—”

“He’s allergic,” Glenne says offhandedly, not cold or condescending, but more in the same way that an older sister would.

“Oh my god,” Alani’s eyes widen. “I’m so sorry,”

Harry laughs lightly and shrugs. “S’okay, I’d let you poison me,”

“I didn’t mean to be rude,” Glenne apologizes, reaching her hand out to Alani. “I thought you knew.”

Alani accepts the hand and waves away her concern. “No, don’t worry about it. I didn’t know, actually.”

“We can stop talking about my defects now,” Harry teases. “‘M not dyin’,”

He leans in closer to Alani and presses a kiss to her temple. “But if I was, it’d be an honor to have my last meal with you.”

She responds with a soft smile before returning her attention back to the menu. His sentiments, however sweet, unfortunately did very little to soothe the embarrassment of her mini faux pas. It was irrational, Alani knew this, but it made her wonder what else she didn’t know and what bigger secrets he was potentially keeping. Whose name had Jeff meant to say earlier to identify the mystery dancer at Harry’s party, and why had it created an awkward shift in the air? She decides not to let the spiraling questions spoil her fun and takes a generous sip of her cocktail to avoid them for the time being.

********

Harry sets the room key on the nightstand next to their king sized bed and lets himself sink down into the soft mattress. The group had spent the entire day sightseeing, from botanical gardens to scenic beaches, but he was really itching for some quality time alone with Alani. Lately, their time together had been cut frustratingly short by work, school, and life in general. Even when they were seated right next to each other with arms linked or fingers interlocked, she felt far away and he didn’t know why. He hoped that this trip would allow them time to reconnect and solidify their relationship before he had to return to California.

“Mini bar,” Alani comments, kicking her shoes off and wandering over to the small refrigerator in their suite. “Who’s paying again?”

“The label,”

“Thank you Columbia Records,”

She swipes a few bottles of tequila before climbing into the bed next to Harry.

“Wanna play a game?”

Harry props himself up on his elbow and nods. “What kinda game?”

“Never have I ever,” Alani explains. “But instead of putting your finger down, you take a shot,”

“Sounds dangerous,”

“It’ll be fun. You can go first if you want,”

He hums and nods in agreement before sitting up to face her. “‘Kay. Never have I ever...named my car after a musician,”

“Cheap shot,” Alani narrows her eyes, taking a sip from the bottle of Jose Cuervo.

“Your turn,”

She fiddles with the bottle cap, a question already in mind, though she isn’t sure if she should ask it.

“Never have I ever… dated a model,”

Harry’s brow furrows, but he opens his own bottle slowly and takes a sip. “So it’s that kind of never have I ever,”

“Just trying to keep it interesting,” Alani shrugs innocently.

“Right. Never have I ever slept with a guy named David,”

Her eyes widen, but she laughs half-heartedly and takes a sip. “Jeez, okay. Never have I ever—”

“Wait, so you two actually…” Harry interrupts, trailing off at the end.

“I mean,” Alani starts, her eyes wandering to the ceiling. “Yeah, a long time ago,”

“How long ago?”

“Okay, maybe this was a mistake—”

Harry shakes his head. “No, I’m sorry. I’ll play nice,”

“Alright,” Alani accepts. She knows that she should probably steer the game back onto safer territory, but the wound has been re-opened and she can’t resist the urge to keep picking at it. “Never have I ever slept with a fan,”

Harry takes a slow sip. “Never have I ever cheated on my partner,”

The bottle stays put in Alani’s hand. “Never had I ever gone on a vacation with my partner before this trip,”

The tequila washes over his tongue bitterly like the faint memories that it symbolizes. “Never have I ever dated someone just for the publicity,”

The bottle in Alani’s hand doesn’t move, much to Harry’s relief, but her mind is not as tranquil.

“Never have I ever told someone I loved them when I didn’t,” she says slowly.

Harry takes another shot and it burns all the way down. “Why are we doin’ this?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t wanna play anymore,”

“Alani,” he starts, springing to his feet when she leaves the bed. “Hey, look at me, please,”

She blinks back the tears that threaten to spill over her lower lashes before turning to him. “I’m sorry, that was a stupid game,”

“S’just all out of context,” Harry offers, reaching for her hands. “Wasn’t the right way to have all of those conversations,”

Alani takes a deep breath and nods. “Yeah, you’re right,”

“What’s really botherin’ you, hm sweets?” He coos, bringing her cold knuckles to his warm lips. “Tell me, please?”

She releases a shaky breath and tries to sift through the fog in her brain for the right answer.

“I don’t know, really, I just,” Alani hesitates. “Am I a bad girlfriend?”

“No,” Harry says quickly, his hands lifting to cup her face. “God no, you’re the best,”

“Then why didn’t I know that your favorite ice cream flavor was mango? And why didn’t I know that you were allergic to coconut, and why—”

“Hang on, is that what this is all about?” he questions. “Cause I’ll go eat an entire coconut right now,”

Alani laughs lightly and pinches her eyes shut. “No, it’s not about that. I just feel like you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met and you make me feel so fucking special and, God, I just wanna be good enough for you because—”

Harry holds his breath and watches as her eyes gloss over.

“Because I love you,” she finishes, voice small. “More than I ever thought possible,”

His own eyes sting, but he doesn’t fight the tears that fall as he presses his lips to hers firmly.

“I love you, too,” Harry murmurs. “I love you so fuckin’ much it drives me crazy,”

Alani chuckles softly. “Ditto,”

“I’ve been wanting to say it for ages, can’t believe you beat me to it.”

“Guess you’re not the only one full of surprises.”

********

The early morning sunlight creeps gently into Harry and Alani’s room, casting a soft, golden glow onto the bare skin that peeks through the white duvet. Harry stirs first, a strand of Alani’s hair tickling his nose and making him smile. He prys his heavy eyelids open and winces at the dull aching of his head aggravated by the light. Alani hears his muffled groan and sighs, willing the sun to go back down and let her sleep a few more hours.

“Mornin’ sweets,” he rasps with a warm kiss to her bare shoulder.

She peels her own tired eyes open and flashes a sleepy grin. “Good morning, sunshine,”

“How’d you sleep?”

“Super. You?”

Harry props himself up on his elbow and rests his chin in his palm as he admires the traces of sleep still on her face.

“Just swell.”

Alani chuckles lightly and reaches a hand up to comb through his unruly bedhead. His skin is warm to the touch, and the light from the window casts a heavenly glow around his visage. She pokes her finger into his dimple, which elicits a soft laugh and makes his smile grow wider. They stay intertwined under the sheets as the sun fully rises and soak up their own details to keep as souvenirs from this moment. Alani takes in the scent of vanilla and the juxtaposition of Harry’s inked bicep against the plain, white sheets. He stores away the image of her sleepy, mocha eyes and the pink, manicured fingernails that trail up and down his arm. Neither of them are sure exactly how long they remain in this moment, for all they know it could be hours or days. But whatever the duration, it doesn’t seem to be enough. I need more time, Harry had told Jeff, but there was no more left to give. He had to tell her, and it was now or never.

“Hey,” he begins carefully. “I need to tell you something,”

Alani sits up to be eye level with him and nods. “Anything,”

Harry waits a beat, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and pressing his lips to her bare shoulder before letting the confession spill out.

“I have to go back to L.A.,”

“I kinda figured,”

He draws in a deep sigh of relief. “You did?”

“Yeah,” Alani shrugs. “Hilo isn’t exactly Hollywood,”

“I asked for more time, but the label—”

“No, I get it. So… when? Next month?”

“Friday,”

Alani’s brows furrow. “This Friday?”

“Yeah,” Harry admits with a gulp.

“The last day of our trip?”

“Yes,”

Her heart drops into her stomach and she feels sick. It all made sense now why Harry’s mood had shifted when she jokingly asked him not to leave, and why he had been so insistent on spending as much time together as possible this week. Their game of never have I ever turned instantly defensive when asked about his dating history. Never had I ever gone on vacation with my partner before this trip. Never have I ever told someone I loved them when I didn’t. He had whisked her away on a farewell trip and God knows who else had been in her place before, or worse, who would be in it next. Harry was saying good-bye.

“Wait,” Alani says finally, mind still racing too fast to process. “How long have you known?”

“Alani—”

“How long?”

Harry swallows. “Couple of weeks,”

“You knew for weeks and you didn’t tell me?” she questions incredulously.

“I tried—”

“You know that I hate surprises, you know how I feel about plans—”

“I’m sorry,” Harry insists, sitting up straighter. “I wanted to tell you so many times, but it just never felt right,”

Alani rolls her eyes. “So what, you were just gonna leave a fucking sticky note on my pillow and hope for the best?”

“Don’t say that—”

“Is that why you brought me here?” she asks, voice hoarse. “Is that why you gave me this necklace? A souvenir of our little summer fling so you could leave with a clear conscience?”

Harry’s jaw tightens. “How could you even think that?”

“Because maybe it’s true. Why else would you wait until the very last minute to tell me about this?”

“Maybe we should take a minute,” he suggests, the whites of his eyes now bloodshot. “Before we say something we’ll regret,”

“I think I already did.” Alani admits. Never have I ever told someone I loved them when I didn’t.

Harry’s head pounds and he feels like he’s drowning, treading water in every direction only to be dragged further into the current. He quickly pulls on his clothes from the night before and tries to steady his breathing.

“M’gonna go wait in the hall,” he offers. “Give you some space to think and then we’ll talk, yeah?”

Alani doesn’t respond or even meet his pleading eyes. She simply tightens the duvet around her body and turns her head to the window, letting a single, bitter tear roll down her cheek. The door closes softly and she is immediately filled with regret and guilt. Had she truly meant all of the things she said? Or was it fear and the instinct to flee taking over her mouth? Alani wanted to believe that she was wrong and that Harry hadn’t intentionally kept her in the dark, but from where she stood, the sun had long disappeared behind the clouds and all that was left was the storm.

Harry trudges down the hallway and the walls spin, closing in on him slowly. If he had just told Alani sooner, everything would be different. He had avoided doing so for this exact reason and out of fear that their relationship wouldn’t be worth the risk in her mind. It was selfish—he was selfish—to try to make the decision for her, and now the woman he loved was getting ready to walk away because he had broken her trust. What else was there to do? His back meets the wall and he sinks to the floor.

“Hey H,” Jeff clears his throat from above. “We should talk,”

“She knows. Didn’t go well,”

“So she did approve the article?”

Harry lifts his head and his brows furrow. “What?”

There’s a harsh knock at the door and Alani jumps. In Harry’s absence, she had managed to cool off and sift through her frantic thoughts. She had been wrong to think that he used her, all it took was a quick stroll down memory lane to prove otherwise. He had never given her any true reason not to trust him, so there had to be some other reason why he hadn’t told her about his plans to leave so soon. Alani pads over to the door and unlocks it gently.

“Harry, I’m sor—”

“Wanna talk about surprises?” he seethes. “What the fuck is this?”

She squints at the phone screen that he holds up to her face and the title of her unpublished article stares back at her.

“I don’t know—”

“Well it has your goddamn name on it,” Harry shoots back.

Alani steps aside and lets him into the room before she closes the door behind her. “I can explain—”

“Did you write it or not?”

“Yes, but—”

He shuts the phone off and slams it face down onto the night stand. “How fucking dare you call me a liar and then pull this shit behind my back,”

“I didn’t lie,” Alani defends, voice weak. “I had no idea it was going to be published, please just listen—”

“A class project,” he interrupts with his back still turned. “That’s what you said,”

“It was never meant to be released,”

“How do I know that? How do I know you’re not just trying to cover your ass?”

“Please,” Alani begs as her vision begins to blur. “I was wrong, I shouldn’t have said all those things,”

Harry runs a hand through his hair and casts his eyes to the ceiling in an attempt to quell the emotion that pools behind his eyes.

“So why did you?”

“I was scared,”

“Of?”

Alani takes a deep breath. “Of losing you for good. Of falling in l—”

“Don’t,” he interrupts. “Don’t finish that sentence,”

“I don’t know how,” she tries again. “And I don’t know who released it, but I swear—”

“You really expect me to trust a word you say after you accused me of lying about this whole thing, about us?”

Harry’s gaze lowers back to hers and the bright, green eyes that she has come to love are replaced with a blood-shot, stormy sea that makes her stomach drop. The words get caught in her throat.

“I fucked up,” he continues. “I know that I should’ve told you. But I’m having a hard time believing that this wasn’t planned, that this random website would just accidentally publish your work without your consent,”

Alani can’t explain it either, she truly had no idea how her writing had ended up in the wrong hands. There was only one other person she had entrusted it with, but surely Dr. Hudson hadn’t betrayed her, had she? Alani didn’t know who to believe anymore.

“Harry, I’m so sorry,” she tries. “I didn’t mean what I said, and I know I can’t take it back, but you have to at least believe that I never wanted to hurt you,”

Harry is silent for a moment, and Alani decides that it’s her turn to tell the truth. There was nothing left to lose.

“At first, I did want to publish it,” she explains. “But I changed my mind and I scrapped the whole thing. In the end, the only person I intended to show it to was you,”

“So how did it get onto the internet for the whole fucking world to see?” he presses.

Alani sighs. “My advisor wanted to know what I was working on, so I sent it to her, but she never had my permission to publish it. Now I realize how stupid it sounds, but it’s the truth,”

“If you had come to me, I would have given you permission,”

“I’m so sorry,”

Harry’s shoulders tense. Every fiber of his being wants to believe her, but how could he? She had told him herself that things would be messy and warned him that he didn’t know what he was asking by pursuing a relationship with her. Maybe it really was all his fault for not seeing the signs, but that still didn’t change the fact that he couldn’t trust her anymore. And based on her reaction to the news of his departure, it seemed as though Alani didn’t trust him either.

“Even if you’re telling the truth,” Harry begins, slow and deliberate. “You still thought, after everything, that I would abandon you. And if that’s the kind of person you think I am, if that’s the person you wrote about—”

“Harry—”

“Then I hope you got all the material you wanted.”

“Please, don’t go.” Alani cries but it’s too late. The door slams and her heart falls.

After a beat, she races to the door and into the hallway but there’s no sign of Harry. As quickly as he had appeared into her life, he had vanished. Gone without a trace.

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Until The World Falls Away (G, pre-slash)

Summary: Mobius is showing Loki the ropes

Written for Lokius Bingo: 'I Understand It Now!'

"That was an absolute disaster of a mission."

"You think so? I thought it went smoothly. Noone died who wasn't supposed to die, noone lived who wasn't supposed to live," Mobius said. He held out his hand expectantly. "Your daggers, please."

"You still don't trust me."

"Stop taking things personally, Loki. Rules are rules, you know that."

Loki rolled his eyes and handed over his weapons, watching with despondent eyes as Mobius secured them in his locker.

"If the TVA needed to capture the boy's parents, why didn't you take him too?"

Mobius looked at him oddly. "The boy wasn't a Variant, his parents were."

"So we just leave him alone to fend for himself?"

"Why the sudden compassion for mortals? You were okay with letting Pompeii burn with everyone in it."

“It’s natural to think that I'm heartless, yes. But it's not natural when it's you. You're the good guys," Loki said dubiously. "Right?"

"Good and bad, it's just a matter of perspective," Mobius said. “When you’re born in a burning house, you think the whole world’s on fire. It’s not.”

“That would be true, had I been born in a house.”

“Fine, a Palace.”

“I’m not too sure about that either," Loki winced. “Anyone who could tell me where I came from is dead.”

"That's settled then," Mobius said cheerily.

Upon realising his words may have been too harsh, he gave Loki's back an apologetic pat. "You have to make peace with your job, Loki."

"My job," Loki said flatly. "What have I been reduced to?"

It may be rhetorical, but Mobius chose to answer the question nonetheless.

" 'Upgraded' is the more politically correct term. Had you been pruned instead, we would have missed out on some great adventures."

"Pruned," Loki noted with a curious sense of longing. "Now that is a state of existence I have yet to experience."

"I wouldn't recommend it. Noone has ever come back."

"I've always been drawn to the road less traveled by."

"Don't you go getting any ideas, Loki." Mobius' warning was gentle.

"I understand it now!" Loki exclaimed.

"What do you understand?" Mobius asked with the forbearance of a saint. There was that gleam in Loki's eyes he had come to associate with something unexpected.

"You told me to make peace with my job."

Mobius nodded. "I did."

"But there's the twist. There is no peace to be found. Not here, not in life, and certainly not in death."

"That's good. That's really good, Loki," Mobius said encouragingly.

Perplexed, Loki could only stare at the Analyst.

"How is any of that good?" he asked, irritation imbued in every word. "Were you dropped on the head as a child or something?"

"I don't know. I don't remember," Mobius said. "Like you, I don't remember my parents. Biological parents, I mean."

Mobius did not look particularly worried nor disturbed by the gap in his earliest memories, an oddity in someone so meticulous and inquisitive.

"You don't?" Loki probed, keeping his own curiosity guarded, lest Mobius thought he was interested.

Mobius gave a little shrug. "Nope. I feel like there is a big space in my head that feels empty, but kinda crowded at the same time? I don't know, maybe it's just stress."

"Or maybe it's a tumour," Loki said darkly, but there was a hint of glee in his eyes.

"Maybe. It could definitely be that too," Mobius agreed readily. "Do you know a lot of people walk around not knowing they've got all kinds of growths and vascular anomalies in their brain that could kill them at any time?"

"Lucky buggers," Loki sighed.

Mobius blinked a few times. "Why do you think so?"

"At least they have something to blame for their idiosyncracies, unlike the rest of us."

"How do you know you don't have one?"

"I'm not ill, Mobius," Loki said indignantly. "I am just...faulty."

"Yeah, but did you ever use magic and look inside yourself? Like, can your magic do that?"

"Healing magic is boring," Loki muttered.

"Bad memories are tumours you need to excise," Mobius said gently. "And unlike an actual growth, they are ones that you have to work at removing yourself."

"What if they're irremovable?" Loki wondered aloud.

"Have you tried?"

Loki opened his mouth to scoff, but Mobius pressed harder, "Have you actually really tried?"

"I've knocked my head against the wall a few hundred times," Loki deadpanned.

Then Mobius did something that completely took Loki by surprise; he circled an arm around Loki's shoulders and pressed a chaste kiss on Loki's temple.

"What was that?" Loki asked, dismayed at the way his voice trembled.

"Making peace."

Loki's heart began to pound. "With what?"

With whom?

"You were right. There is no peace to be found...unless we make it." Mobius smiled. "TIL."

"TIL?"

"Today I learned," Mobius explained. "Thank you, Loki."

"You're very strange, Agent Mobius."

"Pot, meet kettle. Kettle, meet pot'."

With the heel of his hand, Loki hit the side of his head a few times. "My Allspeak must be broken. Nothing you just said made any sense."

"Hey. Stop." Mobius grabbed Loki's wrist. He felt pleased to discover that his fingers fit perfectly around it, as bony as it was. "No hitting yourself anymore."

Loki's pulse fluttered under his thumb like a bird trapped in a cage.

"You are not broken and you are not faulty."

"Then what am I?" Loki whispered.

You're my son, the tumour said.

"You're my friend," Mobius said.

"Until?" Loki queried.

Mobius frowned.

"There's always a catch," Loki heard himself say.

"Until the day the world ends, I suppose," Mobius pledged.

Loki's throat bobbed. "I suppose I should promise the same thing."

"I don't mind." Mobius smiled. "I don't mind that at all."

#lokius #loki #mobius #lokius bingo #loki tv #fic #time husbands #wowki #loki series

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eagesoldartblog · 3 years

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7D with lewthur for the prompts meme? :0c

Misspoke

He was an idiot and a fool, and he presses his palm further into his face as Lewis sits on the other end of the call, dumbfounded.

“You… told Lance what?”

“That…” Arthur chokes and coughs into his hand, “that I’m … dating you….”

“...”

this is it, their friendship is over, there’s no way he can recover from this.

“Why?”

“I- I haven’t slept in nearly two days..! And my coworkers started talking about relationships and dating, and started talking to me about relationships and dating- and you know how I am! I can’t - I-“

“Struggle with communicating?”

Arthur flushes, crossing his leg and hunching over, leering at his doorway before covering his face again. “Y-yeah, that. And to make matters worse, when I said that ’oh, I’m actually dating my best friend!’ Lance then popped out of nowhere and said you- and then I said yes..!”

The adrenaline he felt was still pumping through him, even if he was all the way in his room, sinking into his bed like it was quicksand. “-So then Lance gave me a look and I’ll admit, I don’t know what that look means but I’m worried-“

“Arthur.”

His throat was dry, how long was he talking? “Ye-yeah?”

Lewis lets out a sigh on the other end, and Arthur could imagine him lifting his hand in motion with, “Breath, buddy. Inhale… exhale… you’re going to run yourself into the ground if you don’t let yourself relax.”

“Well I’m sorry!” Arthur says, face twisting into a half hearted scowl, “I’m fearing for my life- not really- because I can’t stop thinking about this and I don’t want him to-“

There’s a muffled voice on the other end of the receiver, Lewis’s breath hitches and he whispers, ”Ah, Arthur, I’m sorry but my mama wants to talk. Give me one moment..?”

Arthur gulps and bobs his head, and he listens to the phone clatter lightly as it’s set down - most likely on the metal racks that holds the dishes and-

Arthur’s stomach drops. A new sound stabbing into him. The one thing he wanted least of all.

Lance is coming up the stairs. His distinct steps and lumber seemingly made the entire bedroom shake. Head spinning, Arthur considered hanging up or throwing his phone out the window. He can’t think long on either option because before he knew it, the steps were coming directly to his door and-

“Knock knock,” Lances says, sounding calm and collected, “mind if I come in, boy?”

b-boy? Arthur sits there gapping.

Before he could find an answer, the door opens anyway, and his uncle peers in, locking eyes instantly.

He gruffs.

“I was hoping you’d be sleepin’ by now.”

Arthur clutches the phone, mouth stuck open in a horrified stare. Far from impressed, Lance crossed his arms and leaned against the door, silent for maybe a moment. “Shut your trap, you’ll catch flies like that.”

Arthur does so.

There's another beat of silence before Lance let’s put a heavy breath, expression relaxing. “Calm down, Art. I aint gonna do anything to hurt you. You know this. I just wanted to talk to you for a minute.”

Despite how obvious it was for Lance to say that, Arthur still flinches before hesitantly relaxing himself. “Y-yeah? Fire away.”

The edge of his lip curls, “So you and Lewis are something, huh?”

Arthur flushes. Shit! He didn’t mute his call- what if Mama pepper heard that? Slamming his thumb against the front of his phone, Arthur accidentally ends the call and tosses his phone to the side.

Brushing his hand through his hair, Arthur makes a point to not look at Lance. “U-uh.. y..yes?”

“For how long?”

Shit, shit now there's lore. Fan-fucking-tastic.

“... A few months now..”

“And you didn’t think to tell your dear old man?” Lance chuckles dryly, surprising Arthur, “I would be insulted, if it wasn’t as clear as the damn sun in the sky.”

Obvious?

Lance laughs again, rolling his eyes, “You really thought you were sneaky, huh?”

Stammering, Arthurs gaze drops to the floor, “I… I guess.. we-we just wanted to… we were seeing if it would work out. Didn’t wanna make anything official just yet…”

“Why’s that?” Lance is smiling now, and his voice was everything but antagonistic. A relief but still just as concerning.

“Oh… you know… word travels fast. We-we didn’t want to .. I don’t know. We just didn’t want to be the talk of the town.”

Lance's smile drops a fraction, and it’s his turn to look away, “Hm, I hear that. There ain’t anything fun about your business becoming local news. But- what’d you think would happen?”

“I don’t know! Judgment.. I guess?”

“Artie, you know everyone in this town. You really think there’s a person here who aint queer as can be?”

Wait, holy shit, what? “..I .. I guess not, no.”

“Heh, didn’t take you to be that oblivious.”

Arthur flushes, but he doesn’t respond. Beside him, his phone starts vibrating, and his pulse spikes.

“That Lewis?”

He really didn’t want to check while you were still here… Arthur gulps heavily and nabs his phone, and sure enough. “Y-Yep. Hit the nail on the head.”

“Well then, I’ll leave you two to it…” Lance lifts his hand and waves, and Arthur’s anxiety wanes the smallest bit at the sense of … solidarity(?) relieves him. He nods in return, and Lance slips past his door and lets it fall shut.

As Lance starts his descent, Arthur picks up. “Hey-!”

“Arthur, oh my god.” Lewis sounds like he had just been laughing, but flabbergasted at the same time.”Our parents were betting on which one of us would slip first.”

Heart stopping, Arthur shoots up to his feet, ”What?”

“Our- our parents-!” Lewis wheezes, covering his mouth on the other end, “they were betting! They’ve been thinking we’ve been hiding a relationship this whole time-!”

…

Is that why Lance looked guilty when he mentioned the news spreading?

“You’re joking.”

“Arthur, I wish I was. My mother just asked if I was happy in the relationship and if I needed advice on how to- I- I can’t even remember. I was just close to exploding the entire time-“

Lance fucking called Mama pepper and told her, didn’t he?

“A-ah, well- uh- Lance kinda said the same thing? Said we were obviously hiding it.” Lewis cracks up on the other end, and Arthur’s entire body feels like it’s shaking from that same giddiness or excitement or whatever. “Uh… did your mom ask how long we were together..?”

Lewis goes silent, “Uh- I think i said a little under a year.”

”Dude, I told Lance it was a few months.”

“... we can twist the truth some more.”

#mystery skulls animated #msa #lewis pepper #arthur kingsmen #lewthur #eage fic #fake dating au #mystery skulls #WELL WOULD U LOOK AT THAT

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years

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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

Where Harry's five years old bubba gets lost in a park while playing hide and seek. You help her to find her daddy.

Warning: Emotional and whole lot of fluff <3

Pastel tutu frock, a lil bucket hat and shoes that makes 'puch.' 'puch.' noises when she waddles with her adorable toddler gait chasing her father.

It's still early in the morning less people more relieved Harry that he could spent some affectionate time with his lovin' little girl of four out in the park, as a single father he dresses her with more fashion indulgment than any mother could.

Cheeky smug He's. Kinda proud of it.

They were playing hide and seek a bit far from their picnic basket ontop of checkered blanket along her toys. She came all the way from their home to car and car to park sitting on her daddy's shoulders.

"Dawwy! That's cheatin'." She stomped her dainty feet into sodden lush grass underneath and Harry grinned booping her button nose just like his's, "cheeky bugger." He watched her in amusement when she caught his slender finger with her chubby ones, pouting cutely at him.

"Kay. lovie' we're gonna play, again." He assured her raising his palms in air taking two steps back at once, "this time no cheatin', promise." She bobbed her head enthusiasticly running to hide behind the nearest largest oak tree as her daddy told her not to go too far from him ever.

Harry was rounding her from other side when too impatient she went to found Harry on other side, "daw'wy!?" Her flight of run like a dove in sky was startled when she found her tall, curly head daddy nowhere in sight.

She toddled further away even though Harry has instructed her never to leave a certain place no matter what, her daddy would find her at the same spot if something happens.

"Bubba? love bug'?" He frowned as his daughter who just hid behind the same bark vanished. Not getting anxious he strided back to their spot but she wasn't there.

She has come so far away in search of her daddy at first she told herself that "she's daddy's big girl." . "she would get back to him and he'd give her alot of kisses." But then she got scared seeing alot of people here and there. Her ending point of bravery was when some little pal hit her with soft ball.

The pool of tears bursted like rainfall from her soft warm eyes, staining her coral chunky cheeks and she rubbed her glossy eyelids with the back of her hand with series of hiccups making her vision more blurry.

You were sitting under a shade reading a copy of Little Women. Eyes flickering when you poked your tongue out to collect some moist on your finger to turn the paper, right then your eyes fell over the cutest fuzz of a lil girlie crying with painful fat tears waddling her way lost towards the pond and with a loud gasp you left everything running towards her before she was too close to it.

"Hey. hey kiddo." You reached at the mean time quickly scooping her up in your arms and she sobbed out loudly, "dawwy!" You stroked her hair as she snoggled her snotty nose and moist face in the crook of your neck.

"Honey are you lost?" You tried to calm her down by rubbing soothing circles at her back and she nodded with incoherent blabbering.

"Lemme me help you, yeah? Do you know your parent's names." You asked her politely taking her back to where you were sitting under the large tree and she pulled her face out murmuring a tiny, "yesh." You beamed at her giving her a thumbs up.

"You're doing so good, darlin'." You tucked her loose curls under her ear and she tells you her father's name, "Hawwy. S'tyles." She doesn't have her way with 's and t's.' sounds so it was 'yles.' coming from her mouth and you had to comprehend it yourself.

"Honey you know his number?" She counts on her fingers as Harry made her learn his phone number in case of any emergency like this but she's so anxious she forgot, silent tears again spilling out from her struggle. "Sh. sh. lovie'. S'okay, you're okay. you're safe with me." You cooes at her softly wiping her tears and kissing her cheeks gently rocking her on your knees.

"B-but. dawwy!" She hiccups badly and you made her sip water, feeling pitiful for the poor bub.

"Bubs we're gonna find your daddy, yeah? you and me together are a whole power puff team!" You again rock her cheerfully standing up with her on your hip. Taking the challenge on yourself to find her daddy in no less time.

On the other hand Harry was loosing his mind. He pulled at his hair anxiously, worry drowning him into deep. Scared for his bubba. She's so little im this huge park. Harry never lets her dodge from under his wings and now he's on verge of getting a panic attack. He should have never came to park. He went from one person to another showing his petal's picture to them hands trembling as he did so.

"Sh-she's fou'. Little pink hat, tutu frock. Chocolate c-curls in specific." He gesticulated voice wavering and with everyone denying he went absolute crazy.

Tears glistening in his eyes and he's feeling as if he'd stop breathing. Putting his hand over where his heart is he took long strides of the whole park which's too big and in the end he fell on his knees with a thud onto grass when he couldn't find his only life, the piece of his heart nowhere. Sobbing loudly that made him bent outwards.

They live near by so he quickly dialed gemma. When she heard him sobbing onto speaker she abruptly stood up scaring Anne too, "Harry what happened?" She asked worriedly.

"Harry talk to me." She tried in a calming voice and he stuttered even causing Gemma to lost her breath, "d-dovie. lost her gem. fuckin' lost her. Couldn't find her." She was quick to act not telling Anne and assuring her she would in their car ride.

Harry was falling into his mum's embrace when they rushed to security department where Harry's at as the cops assured him that they'll find his daughter safe and unharmed.

He whimpered soaking her shirt. Whole body shaking, "can't lost her mum, she's the only one I've." She tried to calm him getting rid of her own tears.

"S'been two hours I've been searching her like a mad man. I'll fuckin' die if somethin' happens to her." At this Anne scolded him as gemma hugged him reassuring him. "It's m'fault. All m'fault." His tears and emotions were all where and he blamed himself.

"Shit father. never gonna forgive myself." Anne sighed shakily stroking his head. She has never seen her son crippling to this edge.

"She's fine. We'll find her."

Your back sweaty as the sun shines on you mercilessly while you hurriedly walked with Dove on your hip, her head on your shoulder resting sadly while you fanned her continuously with the paper fan and you breathed hunching a little seeing that some security department's few steps away from you. But, it's the one opposite from where Harry and his family are.

You immediately went to first table not waiting for your breaths to get back to normal, "hi. This's Dove Styles. Four. Lost." You informed them and they made you sit at the bench.

She was getting all tired and limpy from the crying. So you took her in your lap tucking her head under your armpit, "daddy's soon gonna come okay dove darlin'? Then he's gonna collect you fuzz baby in his arms." You took out a box of juice from your backpack tapping the straw against her rosy lips and you took in her features thinking how beautiful her daddy must be to her be this cute.

Even though her daddy has sternly taught her never to accept things from strangers but the poor babe's so exhausted she did.

Some cop came cop telling you they've found her daddy that he's at the other security building but you shook your head stubbornly squeezing her near to your chest. Because well you don't trust anybody not even the cops, most importantly not when it's a child.

"Tell her daddy to come take his child from here." The cop grunts at you. "Annoying lady." but you ignored him checking on dove cleaning her hands that were sticky from her drinking juice like how toddlers do.

You were hot on your feet when three panicked figures came rushing inside Dove on your hip and you asked her, "is that your da—" but you were cut off from her yearning cry.

"Dawwy!" It was like sky and ground meeting as Dove latched into Harry's arms, he was too ripped to shreds and with a loud whimper he feel stingingly onto tiled floor firm grip around his dovie's neck, forearm wrapped around her little body protectively. He clutched onto her for dear life, sponging endless kisses to her visible skin.

"Thought I lost ye' bubba...really thought–" He said in between wet kisses his tears smudging her cheeks and the duo's reunion infront of you made you sentimental too. "Never scare daddy like this dove. m'heart stopped." She muttered a 'sowwy.' At his anxious rambling.

"Forgive me, dovie. Daddy's bad." She shook her head. The four year old's too soft from heart to know what emotions are scowling at her daddy with her chubby palms pushing into his cheeks, "no dada." You smiled at her when she glanced back at you.

"Y/n helped mew. She say we were power puff girls." You chuckled that she still remembers ruffling her hair, "see? Told ya daddy was gonna find you." Harry rubs his nose wiping his tears standing up.

"Thank you so much, can't thank you enough." You found his voice so mellow even after hoarseness, "s'okay. She's safe that all matters." Anne and gem nodded while talking to Dove in baby voices telling her how worried they all got.

You were walking outside while talking to Harry, "and thank ye' fo' not trusting anybody you know...and no' lettin' her go." You assured him shaking his hand.

"No problem." You leaned down a little kissing her cheek, "and dove honey never go near to ponds, yeah?" She said a lil 'okie." wrapping herself tight around her father.

"Oh my god, dovie?" He asked her horrid at what could happen taking her chin but you quickly rambled not wanting to make him feel more panicked and anxious.

"She was crying and in haze that's why, she's okay now Mr. Styles."

"I owe you y/n. And please just call me, Harry." You nodded sheepishly now. Muttering a what the hell you fool at yourself and gemma quipped.

"Yes. Please have lunch with us?"

"Pwease?" You laughed out aloud at dove's innocent pleading deciding to let your English class go and bobbing your head at which Harry grinned, "perfect."

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #cute harry #fluff #harry angst #harry smut #hsh #imagines #harry #angst with a happy ending

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