lacucarachapisser

[lacucarachapisser]

“pain of the past replaced by something that is more warmer, fragile but real.”

kill me please. i love this line so much. oh my god 😭

we'd be good, we'd be great together — colin zabel

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PAIRINGS: colin zabel x female!reader

SUMMARY: working together with colin was something you had expected. but falling in love with him? that was certainly not what you had anticipated. not when he still hadn't moved on from his ex-fiancée.

REMINDERS: please be reminded that this is a work of fiction. meaning that all events and occurrences in this story are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. any resemblance to actual life events and people, living or dead, are all purely coincidence.

WARNINGS: no use of y/n, angst (in the beginning), unrequited love (in the beginning), fluff attempt, reader works as a forensic pathologist, mentions of ex-fiancée (colin's), and minor typographical errors.

WORD COUNT: 4.6k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: you guys, this is kind of a long one, i'm sorry 😭 y'know, every time i hear an ari song, it reminds me of evan. idk, maybe evan's just ari coded. i guess expect more fic that is inspired by ari songs. this one, i decided to make it as a colin zabel fic. hope you guys will enjoy this one! :)

Working in Easttown had never been a part of your plan. You had cut your teeth in Philadelphia’s bustling morgue, cutting into truth with scalpel precision and filing reports until your hands ached. But the allure of a quieter life, with less pressure and more air to breathe had drawn you to this small town where crimes were less about statistics and more about personal betrayals.

It was one of those days where the chill of the morgue had clung to your skin, its sterile, antiseptic scent lacing the air. You were used to it by now, hours that were spent beneath the harsh fluorescent lights, hands wrapped in latex gloves as you examined the latest tragedy brought in from the streets of Easttown. It was not a glamorous job by any means, but it was one you were really good at.

You were thorough, very meticulous with your work—a forensic pathologist who had earned the respect of the local detectives for your sharp eye and unrelenting attention to details. Cases were rarely simple here, and sometimes, their twisted nature required you to collaborate with the detectives, lending your expertise to their investigations.

That was how you had met him, detective Colin Zabel. It was laughable how quickly you had noticed his handsomeness, how it took root in your kind and only seemed to grow. Colin was good looking in that boy-next-door kind of way, with eyes that softened when he smiled and a dimple that surfaced everytime he laughed. But it was his kindness that drew you in, his gentle manner that seemed so at odds with the horrors you both encounter on a daily basis.

You remembered the first time how he had brought you tea, since you never drink coffee. Colin sheepishly handed it over after a particularly grueling autopsy.

“Thought you might need this,” he had said, cheeks tinged pink, gaze flicking nervously to the floor.

“Thank you,” you replied, a smile twitching at your lips as you took the warm cup from his hand.

The gesture should not have made your stomach flip, but it did. It was these little moments that stacked up over time. A shared lunch during long hours of casework, his effortless jokes that coaxed laughs from you when you had thought you were too exhausted to even smile. Colin had a way of making you forget the darkness you worked in, his presence is a comforting warmth you found yourself to draw to.

However, the admiration you felt for Colin began to morph into something deeper, it was something that you could no longer ignore. It was not just because he was kind, it was the way he always listened—actually listened, even when you rambled on about things entirely unrelated to work. How he remembered details you had mentioned in passing, like your favorite song or how you took your coffee.

You can’t deny the fact that you had already fallen for him, hard and fast. It was ridiculous how easily he had snuck into your thoughts, how your chest tightened every time he walked into a room, and maybe it would have been fine, if it were not for one glaring problem—Colin was still hung up on his ex-fiancée. You had pieced it together over time, the way his gaze sometimes drifted to his phone like he was waiting for a call that would never come. How he would trail off mid-sentence when something reminded him of her, expression turning distant, like he was lost somewhere you could not reach.

One night, he showed up at your apartment unannounced, hair disheveled and eyes glossed over with alcohol. You had let him in without any second thought, your concern weight over the confusion why he was even there.

“Sorry,” he had slurred, collapsing onto your couch like the weight of the world had finally brought him to his knees. “I just, I couldn't be alone tonight.”

You decided to make him coffee, listened as he poured his heart out about how his fiancée had left him with nothing but a half-hearted apology and an empty apartment. How he had tried to be the man she wanted, only for her to turn her back on him with no real explanation. You held his hand as he spoke, your thumb tracing soothing circles over his knuckles. It hurts, hurts hearing him speak so longingly about someone who had shattered his heart. But you had stayed with him, letting him vent and unravel the knots inside his chest.

After that night, something had shifted between you. Colin grew more comfortable around you in a way that made your pulse quicken. He sought you out more often, whether it was to run a case by you or simply to share lunch. His smile came easier when you were around, and you could feel the magnetism between you intensify with each passing day. But it wasn't enough.

There were times you forced yourself to put distance between you, knowing you were getting too close. You had tried ignoring his texts, limiting your interactions to strictly professional matters. You needed to convince yourself that you could move on from whatever this thing was, this one-sided affection that you couldn't even shake. Except he always noticed.

Colin would find reasons to stop by the morgue, leaning against the doorway with that crooked smile of his, effortlessly charming as he tried to draw you out.

“You avoiding me or something?” he had asked, voice light but his eyes sharp with genuine curiosity.

“Just busy,” you mumbled, pretending to be engrossed in your paperwork even when your heart raced from his presence.

It never worked. It never did. Colin had a knack for making you laugh, breaking through your defenses with those dumb jokes and boyish charms of his. You hated how easily he could pull you in, how the warmth of his smile made all your good intentions melt away.

“Why do you always do that?” you had blurted out one day, frustration finally bubbling over as he teased you for the millionth time about your tea addiction.

“Do what?” he asked, blinking at you with genuine confusion.

“Act like…” you struggled to find the right words, hearing the vulnerability that laced your voice. “Like you care, like you…want something more, and then you just pull away again.”

Colin’s expression faltered, brows creasing as he searched your face. “I do care,” he said, voice soft and almost hesitant. “But I’m, I don’t know if I’m good at all this. At feeling something for someone again.”

The admission caught you off guard, your chest tightening with something that felt both hopeful and painful. You wanted to be mad at him, you wanted to pull your hair out of frustration, to tell him he could not keep stringing you along. But the sincerity in his eyes held you in place. He was still hurting, still caught up in the ghost of a relationship that had left him broken, and yet, he looked at you like you were the only thing holding him together some days.

You didn't know what to say, you felt your throat tightening as emotions clashed within you. But before you could even respond, Colin’s phone rang—another case demanding his attention, and just like that, he left you standing there with words unspoken and feelings unresolved.

You just watched him walk away, Colin’s retreating figure is a reminder of the distance between you. It was always like this—back and forth, push and pull, so close and yet so far. But the worst part was that no matter how hard you tried to let go, you knew you would fall for him all over again the next time he walked through that door.

The next few days passed in a blur of autopsies and reports, your attention scattered as you tried to keep your mind off of Colin. But it proved to be easier said than done when he kept showing up, knocking on your door with that charming grin that made your resolve crumble like dust.

Colin did not mention the conversation from before. Neither did you, instead, things fell into a routine again, comfortable but excruciating all the same. Colin brought you tea when he knew you had been working through the night, his smile as bright as the sunrise peeking through the morgue’s tiny window. You would return the favor by packing him lunch whenever you caught wind of his endless hours spent chasing leads and combing through evidence.

You could just try and pretend it was just purely friendship, that it’s all fine. But it wasn't, it was anything but.

The latest case had been brutal, a double homicide that left everyone on edge. You were elbows deep in post-mortem analysis when Colin had shown up, looking sleep deprived but very determined. His coat was damp from the rain, droplets clinging to his hair as he hovered by your workstation.

“Got anything for me?” he asked, voice roughened by fatigue.

You glanced at him, noting the dark circles under his eyes. “You look like you haven't slept in days.”

“Neither have you,” he shot back with a crooked smile, but it faltered under your scrutiny. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” the lie tasted bitter. “You know, just busy.”

He nodded, though the concern in his gaze lingered. “Let me know if you find anything. I’ll be at the station, probably drowning myself in bad coffee.”

You huffed a laugh, despite yourself. “Sounds like a great way to spend your afternoon.”

“It’s a living,” he shrugged, but his smile returned, more softer now. “You should eat something, and take a break. You work yourself too hard.”

You did not miss the irony of him saying that, but you let it slide. “I’ll try. No promises, though.”

Colin lingered for a moment longer, like he wanted to say something else. But then, his phone vibrated, and he glanced at it with a sigh.

“Duty calls,” he looked at you apologetically. “I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah. Later.”

Just like that, Colin was gone again. It was like he had slipped through your fingers like sand.

The next time you saw Colin, he was sitting outside the morgue, shoulders hunched over as rain drizzled from the overcast sky. It was already late into the night—past midnight, and you were surprised to see him still hanging around. The precinct was quiet, most of the officers having clocked out hours ago.

“Colin?” you approached slowly, breath misting in the cold air. “What are you doing out here?”

He looked up, his eyes bleary and rimmed with red. “Hey. Sorry, I—” his words were slurred, tone thick with alcohol. “I just, I couldn't go home yet.”

You frowned, a wave of concern prickling at the base of your neck. “Have you been drinking?”

“Guilty,” he raised a hand in defeat. “Wasn't planning on coming here. Just happened, I guess.”

You sighed, heart squeezing as you took the spot beside him on the damp concrete. “What happened?”

Colin looked down at his hands, fist clenching. “Ran into her tonight, my ex,” his voice cracked, and it hurt you to hear it. “She was with someone else. Happy. I just, I don’t know, it messed me up.”

Your chest tightened, you wanted to reach for him, to take away the hurt that seemed to cling to him like the rain. But you held back, fingers curling into your palms.

“I’m sorry, Colin.” you sighed softly.

“It’s stupid, right?” his laugh was bitter, harsh. “Shems moved on. I should be able to, but I can’t. I try, but every time I think I’m okay, something like this happens, and it just—”

He cut himself off, shoulders slumping forward. “Sorry. You didn't need to hear all this.”

“I don’t mind,” the words came out more softer than you intended. “You’ve been holding it in for too long. It’s okay to let it out.”

He looked at you, gaze unfocused but earnest. “You’re too good to me, you know that? Always here, listening to me complain…bringing me food when I’m too stupid to remember to eat.”

“It’s called being a decent human being,” you replied, trying to lighten the mood. “You should try it sometime.”

Colin chuckled, it sounded raw but genuine. “Guess I don’t deserve someone like you.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he continued before you could even speak.

“Sometimes I think, maybe I could try again. Let myself be happy, but then I remember how badly I fucked it all up before. How much it hurt.” his hand shook slightly. “It’s like, every time I try to move forward, I just keep looking back.”

You wanted to tell him that moving on doesn't mean forgetting. That it was okay to still feel hurt, but that it didn't have to define him, but you couldn't bring yourself to say it, afraid that he would see right through you.

You sighed. “Come on, you’ve had enough for tonight.”

He didn't argue, just let his hand fall limp to his side. “Guess I’m not a great company right now, huh?”

“You’re not so bad.” the words slipped out before you could even stop them.

Colin’s gaze snapped to yours, something unreadable in his expression. The rain had also begun to pick up, droplets splattering against the pavement with increasing urgency. You were both getting soaked, but neither of you moved.

“I should get you home,” you said finally, standing up and offering him a hand. “Come on.”

He stared at your hand like it was something foreign, but eventually, he took it. His grip was cold and shaky, but you held on, refusing to let him fall.

“Thanks,” he murmured as you helped him to his feet. “For everything.”

“Anytime,” you replied, voice trembling despite your efforts to keep it steady. “Let’s get you somewhere dry.”

You ended up driving him home, with his head leaned against the passenger window, eyes drooping with exhaustion. He mumbled apologies the whole way, guilt-ridden and apologetic in a way that made your chest ache. You left Colin at his doorstep, watching until he managed to unlock his front door and stumble inside. It should have been a relief to leave him there, knowing he was safe. But all it left you with was a hollow, gnawing ache.

As you drove away, your mind was consumed by the weight of his words. How he wanted to move on but couldn't, how he kept looking back, with his heart tangled in something broken. But despite everything, you knew you were already too far gone.

Days turned into weeks, and the double homicide case progressed with agonizing slowness. The rain had become a near-constant presence, like the weather itself mourned the senseless tragedy that you were all trying to unravel. Work was demanding and relentless, but you welcomed the distraction. Anything that would keep your mind off of Colin.

You had thrown yourself into your duties with even more precision than usual, pouring over reports and samples with a fervor that bordered on obsession. It was better than letting your thoughts stray to Colin, to the late night confessions and the pain in his eyes when he spoke of his ex. It should have been easier to keep your distance, to maintain the boundaries you had tried so hard to draw, and for a while, it worked. You kept your conversations with him clipped and professional, responses curt when he swung by the morgue to check on your progress.

But it didn't stop him from seeking you out.

“Hey,” Colin greeted you one afternoon, voice cracking the silence like a shard of glass. “Got a minute?”

You didn't look up from your microscope. “Busy.”

“That’s what you always say,” there was a teasing lilt into his tone, but you heard the undercurrent of frustration. “Starting to think you’re avoiding me.”

“Mhm, maybe I am,” you hated how petulant you sounded.

Your words had already slipped out before you could even swallow them down. Colin went quiet, and when you finally forced yourself to glance up, he was watching you with furrowed brows and parted lips.

“Did I do something wrong?”

You nearly laughed. Of course, Colin doesn't understand. How could he? You had been so careful not to let your feelings show, to keep your longing tucked away beneath layers of professionalism and feigned indifference.

“No, Colin. You haven't done anything wrong,” the truth felt jagged, scraping against your throat as you spoke. “I’ve just…been trying to focus. That’s all.”

Colin didn't look convinced, but he just nodded slowly. “Right. Well, I was just going to see if you wanted to grab lunch. I thought maybe you’d appreciate something other than tea and vending machine snacks.”

The invitation tugged something in your chest. It was so casual, so typical of him to act like nothing had changed. Well, maybe for him, nothing had.

“I can’t. Too much work,” your fingers tightened around the edge of the metal table, knuckles paling.

Colin hesitated before giving you a small, reluctant nod. “Sure. Another time, then.”

You watched Colin leave, shoulders hunched and hands shoved into his pockets. You told yourself it was all for the best, that putting distance between you would make it easier to move on. Except it didn't. It only made you miss him more.

You kept your distance for nearly a month, and Colin let you. He respected your boundaries, even if the distance clearly puzzled him. He would still drop by the morgue now and then, his greetings polite but his smiles subdued. The banter you had once shared had dwindled to near nonexistence, your exchanges stripped down to sterile professionalism. It should have helped, but it only made you feel like you were missing a piece of yourself.

The case had finally reached a breakthrough, with the suspect finally being arrested. Evidence confirmed the suspect’s guilt, and your forensic findings lined up perfectly with the story he had told. The relief was overwhelming, the tension you had carried for weeks melting away in an instant.

The precinct held an impromptu celebration, a rare moment of levity in a place so often steeped in grief and frustration. You lingered on the outskirts of the gathering, nursing a drink and watching the detectives congratulate each other with weary smiles.

“Didn't think you’d come,” Colinms voice startled you, and you turned to find him standing beside you, hands wrapped around a plastic cup filled with cheap whiskey.

“I almost didn't,” you admitted. “But I figured we could all use a break.”

“Yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck, eyes searching yours. “You did good work. You always do.”

“Thanks,” your fingers tightened around your cup, the alcohol doing little to ease the tension in your shoulders. “So did you, couldn't have solved it without you.”

“Guess we make a good team,” his smile was hesitant, cautious. “When you’re not avoiding me, that is.”

“Colin—”

“No, it’s fine. I get it. You’ve been busy,” he shrugged, but the hurt was clear in his eyes. “I just, I don’t know. I thought we were friends.”

You flinched at the word. Friends. It was true, but it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

“Colin, I—” you faltered, voice snagging on the raw honesty that threatened to spill out. “I didn't mean to push you away, I just…things got complicated, and I needed some space to figure things out.”

“Figure out what?” his gaze was intense now, dark eyes sharp and focused on you like he was determined to unravel every secret you had tried to hide.

You opened your mouth, then closed it, your chest constricting painfully. You could lie, deflect like you always did, but the exhaustion of pretending was catching up to you, defenses crumbling beneath the weight of your own longing.

“I like you, Colin,” the confession came out in a rush, voice trembling with the force of it. “More than I should. More than I’m supposed to.”

Colin stared at you, the silence stretching between you like a chasm. You wanted to take the words back, to pretend they had never slipped out. But there was no turning back now, you had already exposed yourself, laid your heart bare before him with no way to shield yourself from the consequences.

“I…I didn't know,” his voice was quiet, expression unreadable. “You never said anything.”

“Of course I didn't, because it’s stupid, right?” you laughed bitterly, the sound hollow and strained. “You're still in love with someone else. You’re not ready to move on, and I can’t keep pretending like it doesn't hurt.”

Colin’s eyes widened, shock flickering across his face. “Is that what you think? That I’m still humg up on her?”

“Aren't you?” your voice was barely above a whisperer.

He shook his head slowly, hand coming up to scrub over his face. “Maybe I was, for a while. But god, I didn't even realize what I was doing to you. How much I was screwing this all up.”

You swallowed hard, pulse roaring in your ears. “Colin…”

“I care about you,” his voice broke, rough and desperate. “More than I should, and that scares the hell out of me.”

You stared at him, heart pounding in your chest. This was new territory, the ground beneath you shifting in ways you hadn't expected.

“What are you saying?” you asked, voice small and trembling.

“I’m saying…” his gaze locked onto yours, expression painted but determined. “I don’t want to lose you. Not because of my own stupid mistakes, not because I was too afraid to admit what I was feeling.”

You couldn't breathe. His words wrapped around you, both a comfort and a dagger. Colin’s admission hung in the air, voice still echoing in your ears like a haunting melody. You tried to process what he was saying, but the shock of it left you reeling. This was what you had wanted for so long, some hint that he cared about you beyond the polite pleasantries and small acts of kindness. Yet now that it was happening, you were paralyzed, unable to respond.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Colin added quickly, shoulders hunching as if he was bracing himself for rejection. “I just…I needed you to know. Because I’ve been an idiot, and I kept pushing you away without even realizing it. When you started avoiding me, I thought maybe I’d finally gone too far.”

“I wasn't avoiding you,” your voice cracked, and cleared your throat. “Okay, maybe I was. But it was never because you did something wrong, it’s because…”

You trailed off, words tangled on your tongue. This was not supposed to happen, you had already convinced yourself he did not feel the same way, that you were setting yourself up for heartbreak by even just hoping.

“It’s because I couldn't keep pretending we were just friends,” the truth slipped out like a wound left to fester. “Because I care about you too, more than I should.”

Colin stared at you, eyes wide and searching. His lips parted, but no words came out. For a moment, you thought maybe you had made a mistake, that confessing your feelings would only make things worse. But then he stepped closer, closing the distance between you until you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His gaze softened, the tension in his shoulders easing as he looked at you like he was seeing you for the first time.

“I’ve been an idiot, haven't I?” he murmured, voice low and thick with regret. “All this time, I kept telling myself I wasn't ready to move on. That I couldn't handle getting close to someone again. But the truth is, you’ve been the only person I’ve felt anything real for in a long time.”

“You mean that?” your heart thudded painfully in your chest, breath catching as his words settled over you.

“Yeah,” his smile was tentative but genuine. “I mean it. I know I haven't exactly made it easy for you. I’m sorry for all the mixed signals, for making you feel like you weren't important to me, because you are. More than I can even put into words.”

You let out a shaky breath, chest tight with emotion. “I’ve spent so long trying to convince myself that you didn't feel the same way, that I was just…setting up myself for disappointment.”

Colin’s gaze softened, with guilt flashing across his face. “You weren't. I was just too caught up in my own mess to see what was right in front of me.”

He reached out, hand hovering near yours before finally clasping it gently. His fingers were warm and steady, a comforting contrast to the storm of emotions building up inside of you.

“So, what now?” you whispered, voice trembling with uncertainty.

“I guess that depends on you,” Colin’s smile was crooked, eyes glinting with a hint of his usual charm. “But if you’re willing to give me a chance, I’d really like to try. To figure out what this is, what we are.”

The hope in Colin’s voice was evident, and it sent a rush of warmth through your veins. You squeezed his hand, lips twitching into a hesitant smile.

“I think I’d like that,” the admission felt like a weight lifted off your chest. “But you have to promise me something.”

“Anything.” Colin was watching you so intently, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

“No more mixed signals. No more shutting me out when things get hard,” your gaze held his, firm and unyielding. “If we’re going to do this, I need you to be honest with me. About everything.”

Colin nodded, expression solemn. “I promise, and if I mess up, which I probably will, you can call me out on it. I’ll do better, I want to do better.”

His sincerity was enough to dissolve the last of your doubts, pain of the past replaced by something that is more warmer, fragile but real. You hadn't expected this, hadn't dared to believe that Colin might feel the same way you did. But now that you knew, you couldn't bring yourself to walk away.

You looked around slowly—the precinct around you was bustling with voices and laughter, the celebration still in full swing. You looked back directly at Colin, and in that moment, it felt like the world had shrunk down to just the two of you.

“So, would you like to go get dinner with me?” Colin asked, voice light but eyes earnest. “Something better than vending machine snacks for once.”

You laughed softly, sound breaking free from your chest like a breath you had been holding for far too long. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Good,” he smiled, dimples showing. It was the kind of smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners, and makes your heart skip a beat. “Let’s get out of here then.”

You let Colin lead you away from the precinct, your hands still clasped in his. The rain had eased to a gentle drizzle, cool air crisp and refreshing as you stepped outside. His thumb traced circles at the back of your hand absentmindedly, a simple gesture that made your stomach flip. It wasn't perfect, there were still so many things left unsaid, so many wounds that hadn't fully healed. But for the first time, you felt like you were finally moving forward instead of standing still.

As you walked beside Colin, your finger entwined, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Maybe this was the start of something real, something that is worth fighting for.

© rosecoloredsunshine, 2025

[lacucarachapisser]

Detention And Bickering [Colin Zabel]

Fluff<3

Levi just got detention. Again... What a troublemaker.

More dad! Colin? More dad! Colin !!! ♡

Mostly you and the twins but Colin is here too. (So, maybe a short part 2 if people want it?)

I luv these two twins I made up ok they're rlly cute in my head, pls know I am obsessed with them. They're precious I hope u like them too... Bcs i'll never shut up abt them.

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Levi was growing up to be a troublemaker compared to Elke. She much preferred doing her homework and going above and beyond for her classmates.

This was Levi's second detention this week and you were picking him up, Elke sitting with you in the car still. "Momma, can we call Dad?"

"Colin's at work bub." You replied with a little sigh, rubbing your temple as you kept your eyes trained on the front door. Elke clearly felt bad, and just climbed up to cuddle into your lap. It couldn't keep you upset for long. Keeping an arm around her side, you let her wrap her small arms around your shoulders. Elke was so cute, and always melted your heart. "...okay let's call your father." You chuckled after a moment.

Your daughter squealed with happiness and reached for your phone in the middle section. Immediately picking it up and handing it to you. Shaking your head with a smile, you called Colin and put it on speaker. "Love? You okay?" He answered almost instantly and you immediately felt your stress disappear.

"Daddy!" Elke giggled into the phone, bouncing a little on your lap.

"Ah, hey sweetie, you both alright?"

"Daddy, Levi got detention again."

He audibly sighed and you could just sense that he was rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Again?" Colin muttered, disappointment through that one word. You mumbled a yeah and kept your eyes on the entrance to the school. "What happened this time?"

"someone insulted momma and Levi yelled at them. Slapped their chest." Elke replied for you since you didn't actually know.

"What?!" Both you and Colin exclaimed. You looked over to Elke who had a guilty look on her face even though it had nothing to do with her.

"uh huh..."

Colin grumbled something before taking a breath and replying. "I think he's been at the police station with me for too long... He's taking influence from the perps."

"I like it there daddy.." Elke frowned at the phone like Colin could see her sadness. But he could tell she was sad. She loved watching Colin and Mare work, helping them sort out files. Colin made an exasperated noise and resisted the urge to sigh again. Your little girl was a daddy's girl through and through.

A small smile on Colin's face appeared despite the fact you couldn't see it. You could definitely hear it though. "I know you do sweetheart but if Levi is going to keep picking up on what the perps in a holding cell are doing, I don't think it's a good idea for either of you to be in the police station with me at work."

Elke pouted and crossed her arms, puffing her cheeks out like she was still 3 years old. "I love you, Elke." He uttered with a small sing songy voice.

Her smile immediately graced her little lips again and she giggled. "I love you too daddy!" You chuckled a little, fully enjoying the conversation as you glanced to Elke, then back at the school entrance.

The doors opened eventually and you rolled the window down, watching a teacher and Levi head towards your car. "Gotta go love, picking up Levi right now." You uttered to Colin. He hummed and nodded to himself. "Love you.."

"ah I love you more my darling." Your husband smiled before hanging up. Elke settled into the backseat again as you opened the car door, walking up towards Levi and the teacher. The teacher started talking to you about what happened and you felt a slight hurt in your chest. The kid has insulted you and your being a housewife. The kid had parents who had wormed their hatred into them, engrained it into their head and they didn't understand. And, of course, Levi being the momma's boy he was, didn't take kindly to that.

You apologised to the teacher for letting Levi spend so much time at the police station, but they simply chuckled and understood. "He definitely wants to follow his father's footsteps."

"They both do. They love being with their father where he works." Your words only stopped when you heard muffled arguments coming from the car. Looking over your shoulder, you could see the twins having a slight scuffle in the back seat. Grumbling an apology, you nodded a thank you to the teacher and immediately opened one of the backseat doors. "Levi. Elke," You sternly stated, getting them to pull away from eachother.

Levi crossed his arms in a huff, sliding back down onto the seat. "I can't believe she told you!"

"I can't believe you're taking after the horrible people behind bars and hurting the other kids!"

Levi went to retort, but he didn't. "...they insulted you momma.." he grumbled, pouting a little. You were still upset at him for being in contuined trouble, but you appreciated that your son was willing to defend you when you weren't there.

After a moment, you sighed and kneeled down, holding your arms out for Levi. He smiled a little and hugged onto you, nuzzling himself into your shoulder. "I appreciate you defending me honey, just, let's talk about how to do it politely next time okay?" He nodded and pulled away from you, getting back in the car.

The twins stayed silent and buckled up as you got back in the car and started it up. When you started to drive, you figured an idea. "...Let's go meet daddy?" You suggested to them, figuring they could get told off by Colin when he was leaving work. They both grinned and nodded excitedly. "Yeah? Alright. No wandering off though."

"Promise!" They were not going to keep that promise.

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[lacucarachapisser]

HELLOOO omg i love LOVE love your colin fics n writing style! do you think we can have some colin n detective reader fluff where they're both dating one another and it's just about how their cases for the day are not that serious but since it's easttown it's got to be something weird but funny. probably will seem like a crack fic but it's sooooo colin.

you can decline this request but i hope you know i'll be excited for whatever update you'll have <3

situationship colin zabel x reader

contents : fluff, kinda slowburn, a very tiny hurt comfort i swear, friends to lovers, alcohol, drinking, kissing, mention of slight sex, mention of murder case, night road, i think that was it. 1,5k wc.

a/n : hello anon! thankyou so much for sending me a request. i love love the idea of colleges to lovers the thing about maintaining professionalism and feelings was so interesting. i change it a little because i am slut for plot so i put a sprinkle of hurt-comfort inside. believe me its just a little hehe. i know that my writing is far way beyond your expectation, first of i dont know how to write crack i am so sorry i am literally so unfunny 😭 and i realize that this is colin everything should be awkward so its not that hard cause i am awkward myself. this is not the best but i promise to myself for posting one fics per month so here we are! its getting too long i am so sorry especially for my too basic english and broken grammar. hope you still there to enjoy this! <3

you take a sip of your drink. it enough to calm a flickering amplifier on your brain. alcohol was never an option but in life, we stumbled over such stressful day and those liquid always worked magically. you slump down on your seat, expressionless. colin starts to wonder what episode of mental problems you have now. he moves the wheel quietly and take a quick look to see your flustered face. well, a few times of peeking actually. it’s quite noticeable.

“you alright?” he’d be already guessed that you’re not fine. but hey, asking will always help us to worry less.

“why wouldn’t i be?” you give him forced smile and throw your head back to the headrest and show him the bottle you have held. “you want some?” you tease him, although you would never give him that for sure.

there is a brief moment of silence before he open his mouth to answer. he gives you a quick glance before focusing his attention back to the road. “it’s very unwise of you when i’m practically the one behind the wheel,”

he sounds so frantically serious, albeit you can see how concerned his face was. he had seen you drunk, sober, angry, happy, hungry, good and bad. you’re his partner. you’ve been handling low-high class cases with him almost your life-career and seems like your life has been always revolves around him.

“suit yourself,” you take another sip, eyes out through the foggy windows. the night is pretty young and cold, sort of a perfect time to just snuggling under the blanket and rest your body and mind. but that won’t happen for now.

“i think we should get some place to stay,” you know there is something about him that is pleasurably calming, perhaps because of his caffeinated voice.

“can we get king this time?” you murmur, hesitating to look at his face.

“drunk already?”

“nope.”

this is just another trip with him. wait, why would you even called it a trip at the first place when you literally on a way of casing proof for the sake of the work? but yeah. it happen sometimes. unfortunately you stuck with him. usually you both end up with two queens, straight up sleeping like the dead.

talking about the dead, a murder case that has been assigned to you both been occupying more than a week of your time. this is why you have this trip with colin. trying to solve it by collecting all the crumbs of evidence, discussing all the what if, sharing resources, and driving 6 hours straight just to get a glimpse of the might be culprit. how romantic.

he forced out a slight laugh before giving a deep-throated cough. question, is this some kind of a green light to let each other finally open? you both won’t admit it, every time one of you brought those serious topic, either of you always come up with a cheap joke as coping mechanism.

king size? with him? are you out of your goddamn mind? you playfully tap the bottle with your nails, an attempt at buying time while figuring out what else to say.

“do you think it’s suicide?”

“now we’re working.” he commented, nodding his head without turning his eyes on you.

“my bad. was it supposed to be a date?”

he scoffed and smile. there is a significantly awkward pause. “you tell me, you’re the one who came up with the king.”

“well i didn’t ask you to sleep with me,”

you assume that, he’d be offended. does he? he’s very good at hiding it tho. you take another sip before you laugh. he doesn’t say anything for awhile so you turn towards him and study his face. you wonder if he often thought about you the way you often thought about him.

“would you?”

he chuckles and tilt his head. “what?”

“i won’t ask twice.”

he doesn’t look over you, eyes still on the road. oh man, how easy to get this guy flustered. “would i what? sleeping on the floor and give you the whole space?”

with your partially working brain, you thought that he is asking a rhetorically question, so you say nothing and keep the bottle close to your mouth. because as painful as it is to admit, who are you to complain such refusal, you can not force anything to happen. there’s something between you two —well, that’s what you thought. and so what? you and him have work to do.

“give me that,” colin grabs the bottle from your hand and chug it all up.

“hey i could arrest you, you know?”

“oh yeah?”

you smile at him, so wide you look so stupidly happy that he’d be an asshole if he doesn’t returns it. this was one of rare moment that will never happen again. colin is breaking the rules.

it was a quiet road. not like most of your drive with him had been. case so depressing you both start talking it with telepathy. once awhile you’d ask him to switch seat just to let him get rest a little (definitely not now) but he refused a lot.

“seriously, do you think its suicide?” you try to get back to the convo again.

“i don’t think it’s suicide,”

“because of the little bloodstains?” there is an unintentional disdain in your voice.

“you know what? here’s what. no fingerprints, no sign of anything besides the victim, it’s just planned so well we dug up the deepest possibilities,”

“by checking the little bloodstains,”

“absolutely,”

“out of mosquito,”

“out of mosquito.”

you know that things haven’t been going his way, and he’s been having a bad week —as well as you. hoping the mosquito to save your asses? not gonna lie the only pray you’d chant for now is; jesus, please let the mosquito mean something.

“it’s the only blood we found from the crime scene,” he said.

you’re not sure if he’s a genius or just crazy. part of you wanted to believe that this is the only way out, thereby creating a resoluteness to the possibility of what could have been.

“and what if it’s matched the victim?”

“then i guess we should drink more,”

“who are you and what have you done to my colin zabel?”

he laughs. the laugh you always wanted to hear, the laugh that eased an ache anyone could never soothe, the laugh that feels so comfortable and it makes you simply just happy in no matter conditions. and once again you told yourself it’s nothing? seriously.

he makes a turn to nearest motel. it’s just impossible to continue driving to easttown at this hour. he parked the car and shut the engine, you can feel that he has been arranging some words on his head before finally speak. his both hands still linger on the wheel, and he let his head rest on it while facing you.

“your colin zabel?”

you ready to sip your drink again without hesitation this time, but he took the bottle so that you stop and give your attention fully to him.

“mind to explain?” he slowly put the bottle away and lock his eyes on you.

you don’t want to show him how vulnerable you are right now but you bet that he already caught it. it’s better to pretend tough than busted in some silly way.

“look. i’ll be honest with you and you’ll be honest with me. promise?”

he looks extremely solemn and let out a soft cough and make it even more awkward. “a-are we… um..” he gulped his own saliva before continue. “are we going to discuss our feelings right now?”

“oh god this is gonna be so hard.” you mumble and close your eyes to avoid his semi ridiculous face. you don’t really know whether you want to punch his face with your fist or your lips. what?

“h-hey, i like you.”

WHAT?

“i like you and i do wanna sleep with you.”

your mind goes blank and the next thing you knew, you pressed your lips against his, unable to open your own eyes for a split second afterwards. it was a sweet kiss, you could feel how soft his lips touching yours, delicately playing and carefully undemanding.

his breathing starts to change and you remind yourself that you should take a breath too. you tilt your head a little but it freezes you when he starts holding your neck. it’s crazy how a single touch could affecting everything, not just the butterflies in your stomach but it rewinds all the non sexual forms of intimacy you’ve shared with him. you wonder how you stupidly unaware and decipher all of this thing to nothing.

“do you want me to stop?” he whispers and you get to ultimately open your eyes to witness how hardly he stayed in control by licking his own lips.

“quite the opposite,” a breathless smile appears on your lips before you lean back to his face.

he chuckles before continue to plant a super long kisses on your lips. “we’re totally getting king,”

and yes it took you that long to admit it, to realize, to accept, to tell yourself that it is not nothing. it’s never nothing.

[lacucarachapisser]

girl Sam would literally be masc like as masc as she could get away with and girl Dean would try to teach her how to do mascara and show her cleavage and she'd be like no bc I'm not like other girls I like BOOKS and girl dean would be like ok freak...... you know you could be so hot if you didn't dress like a newsie. And girl Sam would be like. My sister is such a whore. 🙄

[lacucarachapisser]

new hyperfixation unlocked yall. im binging supernatural (yeah i know im so late dont gang up on me im sensitive). i loved this brocon situation and my head kept adding japanese subtitles every time dean says im the big brother awww nii-chan. they’re so kyoooottttr what the hell

[lacucarachapisser]

tutor!luke cooper headcanons

tutor!luke who… was one of the smartest seniors at your school, signing himself up for the tutoring program to score some extra credits before graduation, leading him to meeting you once you started struggling with your algebra work.

tutor!luke who… rejected any money your mom insisted on paying him for staying at your place long enough for you to understand the material.

tutor!luke who… found himself growing closer to you over the course of a few weeks, looking forward to late make shift sessions on friday nights, followed by a movie and some popcorn before he went home.

tutor!luke who… saw you more than anyone else. he didn’t have many friends, maybe one or two he hung out with sometimes, but you were always there’s. sure, it was just tutoring, nothing else. right?

tutor!luke who… doesn’t realize why you get so quiet when he praises your work. doesn’t understand why you clam up when he leans in and whispers "see that wasn't so hard was it?"

tutor!luke who… start opening up to you about his life outside of school. about his parents, his friends, his hobbies. talking to you like you’re a friend and not a client.

tutor!luke who… found himself more focused on you rather than the work. he was meant to be helping you not getting distracted by your smile or your laugh or your everything!

tutor!luke who… started stepping back from your study sessions because he didn’t wanna catch feelings. telling you he was meeting up with other people when in reality he was rotting away in bed.

tutor!luke who… finally decided to confront these unwanted feelings, stumbling over his words over algebra, somehow turning the problem into his own projection towards you.

tutor!luke who… went from a random nerd you didn’t know to one of the most important people in your life.

―୨୧⋆ ˚

“luke, are you focused right now?” you let out a small laugh as you poked his cheek width be eraser end of your pencil, watching him blink himself back into reality and turn to you. “sorry, sorry, just lost in thought.”

you nodded and turned your attention back to your paper, before turning it to face him and waited for him to check over your work.. but he didn’t. his gaze was stuck on you, homework forgotten, all his attention on you.

“luke?” you asked quietly, brows slightly furrowed as you waited for him to do or say anything.

in the blink of an eye he leant forward and gave you a small tender kiss, waiting for you to react before he pulled back and looked down at your paper. “uh.. good job. you’re really getting the hang of this.”

he kept his gaze down and away from you, lips pressed into a thin line as he patiently—nervously—waited for your response.

“i hate you so much.” you laughed and pushed his shoulder, watching a small smile form on his lips. when he finally turned to meet your gaze again it was you leaning in, giving him a small peck before pulling back. “, no more until we get my work done.”

[lacucarachapisser]

Bestie hehe whose pullout game is worst and whose is best out of the characters Evan plays???

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑺 — 𝑷𝑼𝑳𝑳-𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬

ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ kyle spencer ‧ jimmy darling ‧ james patrick march ‧ kai anderson ‧ peter maximoff ‧ colin zabel — nsfw ; MDNI 18+

a/n: hey bestie i love your mind

⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍. (3/10)

his intentions are good. his execution? terrible. pull-out game is WEAK purely due to incompetence.

“fuck—wait, wait, oh shit, i was supposed to—”

feels guilty as hell afterward. “you don’t think i did it on purpose, right? you believe me, don’t you?”

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀��𝐊𝐄𝐑. (2/10)

kit TRIES to be responsible. really, he does. but he’s also a man who fucks deep and loves even deeper.

a very passionate lover and in the heat of the moment, he forgets everything else.

honestly, he doesn’t even try that hard.

if you reminded him, he’d listen. but if you didn’t? yeah, he’s finishing inside.

if you got pregnant, he’d step up immediately. his pullout game is terrible but he’s a great dad.

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑. (10/10)

doesn’t take risks; he’s got a good head on his shoulders.

his timing and self control are actually great. the pull-out game is strong with this one.

even before he met you, kyle doesn’t sleep around like most of his frat brothers, even though he totally could.

⟢ 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆. (6/10)

jimmy knows he can’t afford to be reckless. he’s working in a freak show—not exactly the best place to raise a kid.

he also worries about passing on his ectrodactyly. even though you tell him constantly that it doesn’t matter.

most of the time, he cums on your tits or ass.

but when he’s drunk, he’s super impulsive, emotional. all self control flies out the window.

if you got knocked up, he’d have a mini breakdown and go on a two day bender but would also step up.

he will also propose immediately (after he gets his shit together)

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇. (10/10)

he is nothing if not disciplined.

if james ever decided to give you an heir, that decision was made long before the act.

lowkey has reservations because of bartholomew.

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍. (0/10)

kai never pulls out. he never intended to in the first place.

at first, he’ll act like it was an accident—just for plausible deniability. he’ll moan about how tight you are, how good you feel, and then when it happens:

“fuck—couldn’t help it. you feel too good, baby.” he’s fake guilty, kissing your shoulder, murmuring “next time i’ll pull out, promise.”

next time never came. (but he did. inside you) at some point, he just stopped pretending.

“this is how it’s supposed to be. why would i waste it anywhere but inside you?”

if you tell him you’re not ready for kids, he’ll say “women are biologically wired to want children. you’re just brainwashed by feminism.” (i hate this guy)

0/10 cos he’s actively TRYING to fail.

if you got pregnant? he’d be ecstatic.

⟢ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅. (5/10)

thinks he has great control, but he really, really doesn’t.

he’ll pull out last second. but he cuts it close EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

sometimes he miscalculates timing.

“uh. okay, okay—don’t freak out, but I MAY have just—wait, are you on the pill?”

⟢ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋. (9/10)

very responsible. colin respects boundaries and never pressures you into risky sex. always wears condoms unless you explicitly ask not to.

“you sure? ‘cause, uh, i got condoms—like, a lot. not a weird amount, just… y’know, normal.”

lowkey wants to have kids with you… but suppresses the “selfish” fantasy.

his one weakness? when he’s tipsy.

the one time you were both drunk, making out on the couch, which led to hot and sloppy sex. you felt so good and he was so lost in it, and then—

“oh, shit.”

immediate panic. full-body guilt. buys you plan b, also flowers and coffee because he feels guilty.

overall he’s very reliable, just that one slip-up.

[lacucarachapisser]

I love seeing my mutuals in my notes because it confirms they’re not mad at me. yet

[lacucarachapisser]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝♡

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Shopping was so easy, especially if you're in illegal possession of your beloved vampire boyfriends credit card.

"Honey!!! I got THE latest shit! Watch..."

Austin didn't really know what you were talking about until he spotted you with a whole load of shopping bags...chanel, Gucci, agent provocateur, the list was long (and expensive).

As you showed him the latest expensive possessions of yours, Austin didn't really knew whether to laugh or cry. He slowly claps his hands, as he shakes his head with a complacent grin

"Bravo, darling. Truly. You’ve managed to turn my hard-earned money into a boutique’s profit margin within hours. I mean, if you’re going to rob me blind, at least have the decency to leave a thank-you note. I see, you actually managed it to treat my hard earned cash like monopoly money. And you know what?"

Austin paused as he plopped down onto the sofa, as he nonchalantly sipped on his glass of chateau.

"The thing about betrayal is… it has consequences. And you, my dear, are running out of chances. Spend my money again, and you just might find yourself starring in a very different kind of horror story.”

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[lacucarachapisser]

U need a hug?

I need money

[lacucarachapisser]

One defining factor about every Evans characters.

But it declined into what I first thought of when thinking about them.

AHS characters:

Tate Langdon: Mr fucking crybaby

Kit Walker: breeding kink who?

Kyle Spencer: you deserve better sweet baby angel

Jimmy Darling: calm your fucking man tits.

James Patrick March: *just moans*

Rory Monahan: ginger.

Edward Mott: gay ass

Kai Anderson: blue hair and pronouns

Malcolm Gallant: gay ass x2

Jeff Pfister: I want you to do coke off my tits.

Austin Sommers: queer vampire sex. You agree. Reblog.

Non- AHS characters

Warren Lipka: you are literally my husband if anyone disagrees with me I will sob because no you're mine <333 (I am delusional about this man)

Cooper Days: lmao I like ur funny little emo necklace.

Adam Shepherd: you are just...you are adorable let me hug you (I haven't watched Clipping Adam. Yet)

Todd Haynes: boyfriend. NERD<3

Russell Hayes: ur so cutesy for a stupid 14 year old.

Ross Griffin: ur a cool stoner. (I haven't finished Remarkable Power)

Peter Maximoff: *unintelligible noises*

Rachel/Brian: let me wife u up please ♡

Colin Zabel: ur...so...fucking hot.

Luke Cooper: honestly me too

Max Cooperman: fucking dork loser ass dork ass silly nerd I want to top you.

Ralph Bohner: you are just SOME DUDE and that upsets me.

[lacucarachapisser]

[lacucarachapisser]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

[lacucarachapisser]

Same vibe

[lacucarachapisser]

new evan peters pics, some with ryan murphy on the set filming for FX's "the beauty" in venice, italy! ♥︎

they're from 24-03-2025! and this is just some of them, see all pictures here. "the beauty" is officially set to premiere this fall on FX.

( see part 1 here | part 2 )

[lacucarachapisser]

i've said it before and i'll say it again, i will always side-eye creators who don't actively participate in fandom by supporting other creators, artists, writers, etc.

just because you're giving something to the fandom, doesn't mean that you're exempt from participation. especially if you have a decent, active following. it won't hurt you to reblog that person's fic or that person's artwork, it's not gonna' ruin your aesthetic to share someone else's creations, i promise.

[lacucarachapisser]

new evan peters pics with rebecca hall on the set filming for FX's "the beauty" in venice, italy! ♥︎

they're from today! and this is just some of them, see all pictures here. "the beauty" is officially set to premiere this fall on FX.

( part 1 | see part 2 here )