Emo Trinity x Reader (Book 2)

Dad!Brendon - Not Old People Stuff

Request: i need more adorable dad fics ndksns what about a dad!brendon fic where the reader comes out as lesbian to him?? thank youuu :)
Reader: female
Word count: 974

Nervously you fiddled around with your fingers, knowing your dad Brendon would be home any moment now. And then he would start talking about this event he was really excited to take you to, and you would have to confront him about how you did not want to go; about how you wanted to go to another event that was unluckily hosted at the same day; and then he would ask why you were so dead set on going to that other event and you would tell him that you, a girl, were into girls, and therefore you wanted to go to the love parade this weekend.

You were still going over the words in your mind, wondering how to phrase it. Use the word gay? Lesbian? Homosexual? Into girls? Into girls sounded the cutest, you thought, but just in that moment the door swung open, and your father walked into the kitchen. He had only taken off his shoes, his jacket still hanging over his shoulder when he already made his way to the fridge, taking a look inside.

"Sometimes I worry you love the fridge more than me," you joked, and watched how Brendon closed the fridge again.

"Well, it's easy. You're always so sour but the fridge always has iced coffee," he laughed, before walking over to where you were sitting at the kitchen table.

He placed a hand at the side of your head, and gave you a short welcome kiss on the hair. Then he grabbed a glass, and went to fetch some iced coffee from the fridge.

"Sooo..." he plopped down on the chair opposite you, shrugging off the jacket he was still wearing, and took a sip of his drink, "About Saturday. Actually I thought we could-"

"I wanted to talk to you about Saturday too," you interrupted him, already feeling your heart hammering in your chest.

Curiously Brendon leant back in his chair, taking another sip off the coffee, and raised his eyebrows at you.

"I don't wanna go, I want to go to another event. But it's at the same time, and it's really, really important to me to go to that one, so... yeah. I don't think I can come with you, sorry," nervously you glanced up at your father.

He looked disappointed. Man, you hated it when he looked disappointed. He looked like a sad puppy.

"Where do you wanna go, I thought Saturday is family day," he asked.

You took a shaky breath, and looked away.

"You know how there's the love parade in the city centre at noon on Saturday?"

Brendon sat up in his chair, leaning his elbows on the table.

"You wanna go to the love parade," he repeated, slight surprise in his voice.

"Yes, I do," you answered, knowing the question you had been waiting for was mere moments away from being asked.

From the corner of your eyes you saw your father playing with the glass.

"Why do you wanna go?"

Your heart was hammering almost painfully in your chest as you looked up to him. You made sure to hold eye contact with him when you replied.

"'cause I'm into girls, dad. And I wanna go because I think it might be nice to be around people who can relate to... me."

For a moment you had thought about saying something like "being in love with your best friend and never being able to tell them because she is straight", but you had decided against it in the last moment.

"That's all?"

"Uhm, yes? Isn't that enough?"

Brendon laughed, much to your confusion.

"Of course it is, I was just expecting something... I don't know... bad, I guess."

"You're not mad?"

"Mad?" your dad looked at you wide eyed. "Why would I be mad?"

"I don't know... I just assumed you'd be disappointed," you confessed.

Brendon smiled softly, and reached over the table to take your hand.

"I don't wanna come across as happy, because actually I'm worried. I'm worried because I know people from the lgbt community don't got it easy. I'm very well aware of how hard you might have it out there, and the thought of you, with your girlfriend, walking down a street, getting caught by the wrong people... honestly that scares the living daylight out of me, but so did the idea of you crossing the street when you first started walking. Parents just want to keep their kids safe, and everything that might risk their kids' safety is... I'll learn to live with my worries, because I know you know how to look after yourself. And of course I'm not mad. Don't think for a moment I could ever love you any less than I did since the first time I held you in my arms."

He was staring at you intensely, every word hitting you in the heart, and you felt tears streaming down your face at the realisation of how much he loved you. Biting your lip you nodded.

"Love me more than iced coffee?"

"Oh, now that's a stretch," he laughed, but even though you knew he only joked he quickly grew serious again, "you're my daughter, I love nobody and nothing as much as you."

"And you're not mad I'm not coming with you on Saturday?"

"Oh, but you are coming with me," he exclaimed, "because I was gonna take you to the parade anyway. Did you forget that I'm pan?"

Laughing you shook your head.

"I didn't, just thought you wanted to do some boring old people stuff," you explained.

Brendon gasped in terror.

"Boring old people stuff? What is that supposed to mean? I'm gonna party all through the night, and then we'll see who is boring and wants to go home first! Old people stuff? I'll show you, young lady! I'll show you!"