#it looked like he went home (he did not have his house key so unsure of what the plan was)

[secretlyofthefeywild]

lol my father had another temper tantrum and kicked me out of the car on the way to work slay 🤪

[holylulusworld]

Black eye

Summary: Left with his father Dean tries to find anything to keep on going.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x GN!Reader

Warnings/Tags: Stanford era, mentions of violence/physical abuse, John Winchester’s A+ parenting, hurt Dean, hurt & comfort

A/N: We are getting pre-series Dean Winchester in this.

The bottle hits the wall. It’s one of these nights. The nights Dean fears the most. He’s a brave young man and even fights the scariest monsters. But facing his drunk and angry father turns him into a scared boy.

He stands in the room, hands stuffed into his pockets. Dean simply nods when John blames him for the hunt gone wrong.

It wasn’t his fault, though. John pissed the hunter joining them off, and they had to fend off the monster on their own.

Dean has an injured arm, and a dislocated shoulder because he had to play the bait once again. Still, John blames his son for another failure.

“I told you to follow my order,” John barks. This time Dean flinches. He should be used to John’s outbursts by now.

“Yes, Sir,” Dean replies. It doesn’t make sense to fight with John when he’s like that. Dean just watches his father kick the chair at the cheap motel out of his way.

“You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” John spits while yelling at Dean. “I can’t believe you sometimes!”

“You mean you could have gotten me killed while using me as bait,” Dean gasps after the words slip out of his mouth. He watches his father’s face contort in anger. Before Dean can block the punch, he staggers backward, holding his face.

John lost control. Not for the first time. Whenever things went awry, like Sam leaving for Stanford, Dean was his punching ball. “See, you can’t even block a punch. I raised you better.”

“Raised me?” Dean scoffs. He shakes his head, feeling the pain radiate not only through his arm but his skull too. “I guess you should hunt on your own then or find someone better.”

“What?” John watches Dean grab the keys to the Impala and his duffle bag filled with the meager belongings he owns. “If you step out of that door, you’re not my son any longer.”

Dean stops for a second. He looks over his shoulder at his father, the man he admired for so long. “I guess this means you’ve got no son left.”

Dean paces in front of the house. He didn’t think this through. Not at all. After leaving the motel room, Dean dumped all his burner phones but one. The one he kept hidden from his father.

He didn’t call before coming here. Another mistake. Dean doesn’t even know if the person he’s seeking out is still living here.

“Dean?” He jerks his head toward the now-open door. You watched him pace in front of your house, unsure if he was ready to talk to you. “How did you…”

“Hey, sweetheart,” he seems to be nervous when you step closer to drink Dean’s appearance in. You haven’t seen him since your dad quit hunting two years ago, but you can tell, Dean has been miserable since then.

“What happened?” you carefully touch his swollen cheek. “A hunt gone wrong?” You question as he drops his head in shame. “John…”

“Both,” he shrugs. “He was so mad…and I talked back and then…”

“He hurt you,” you don’t hesitate any longer. Before Dean can change his mind, you carefully wrap him in a hug.

Dean sniffs. “I know it’s late, but I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Come in, Dean,” you softly whisper. “I have been waiting for you to come back. You can always come here.”

“Can I stay too?” Dean murmurs while following you inside your home, only his duffle bag and keys in his hands.

“If you want to, you can stay forever…”

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[0kayblue]

Domestic Cravings

Domestic Cravings

Leon comes home early from a mission and stays determined not to wake you by going to his apartment instead of yours. When greeted with a more than pleasant surprise he’s unable to stop himself from asking the big question. 

Main Character Relations: Leon Kennedy x reader (romantic) 

Word Count: 2k (a little over) 

Fluff, fluff, fluff !!! 

A/N: Sometimes I don’t write angst. Sometimes. Anyway, I guess you could consider this a Valentine's Day present. Personally, I hate the holiday, but I do love to treat others. Enjoy! 

Leon sighed, the weight of his most recent mission weighing heavily on his shoulders. All things considered things went smoothly and everything wrapped up into a nice little bow earlier than expected. He was scheduled to be there for the next two days, but he ran into one of those rare circumstances where he made it back early. 

As he looked at the door handle to his front door he seriously debated his most recent plan to retreat to the solitude of his own apartment. This isn’t where he wanted to be. He wanted to experience the warmth of your doorway. He wanted to crawl into your bed and find comfort in your embrace. But it was so late and the sun basically just set and you had to have been asleep. Not to mention he’d probably be throwing a wrench in your plans for the next day and the last thing he wanted was to be seen as a burden. 

So, selflessly Leon opened the front door. The apartment was cold as he disregarded his heavy duffel bag to the side. He shut and locked the door behind him as he kicked off his boots, too tired to be bothered to put them away just then. He ran his hand down his face as he sauntered into the kitchen. Exhaustion felt like an understatement, as his limbs felt heavy as he headed towards the fridge. The bright light caused him to squint as he was greeted to the sight of a fully stocked fridge. He smiled knowing that you had already started taking care of the little things for him. He grabbed the carton of orange juice before shutting the door. 

It really only made things harder as he set the carton on the kitchen island as he grabbed a glass. He had a key and he was always more than welcome, he lived there just as much as he lived here, if not more so. You have been dating for a year and had gotten the big three words out and expressed your love whenever and wherever it came about. Rather it be just an exchange of the sentiment via words or actions, he knew you loved him. He knew that you truly, deeply, genuinely loved him. You saw the good and the bad and still adored him. He couldn’t make any sense of it, but humans are creatures who are always harsher on themselves than on others. 

Your apartment always felt so homey and inviting, granted that could have just been because it was considerably smaller, but he digresses. He spent more time there than he did in the luxury suite that was located on the finer side of town. Big tall windows that allowed natural light in easily, a view of the city that ‘justified’ the rent prices. In all honesty he only chose to live here due to the fact that it was so close to the office. Even though he wondered why he even bothered being close to the office when he woke up in your bed most days anyway. 

Pouring his drink he started to really consider why you still remained in two separate housing units. Truth be told he never asked you to move in. He supposed you could’ve asked, but it wasn’t in your nature. You weren’t one to ask someone to pack up their life and throw everything away to be with you. He would in a heartbeat, there wouldn’t be a second thought about it; but it all goes back to people being harsher on themselves than other people. That and the fact that his work played a big factor in everything that Leon does. He was constantly stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Finishing his drink with huge gulps he was unsure if you were even willing to give your place up. It was your first apartment and the rent wasn’t too bad- all things considered- your landlord was tolerable and neighbors were friendly enough. The walls were paper thin and the unit needed a multitude of repairs. Long story short, the place was old, Leon has had a number of things redone there; in fact the first thing he did was replace the locks. He was trying to talk you into a whole security system, but you shut him down. Having to deal with your landlord over the locks was a hassle on its own, you didn’t want to bother trying to reason with him over a high tech military grade security system. 

Your safety and wellbeing was on the top of Leon’s list and he used it in his arguments. But you just rolled your eyes and pointed out that he doesn’t even use his own security system. The thing did nothing but collect dust by the front door. It was your main argument and it stood firm, you told him that once he started using his own you would think about going toe to toe with your landlord over it, but until then his argument was null and void. 

He countered though with the fact that his apartment didn’t hold anything valuable. Sure, it had monetary value out the ass; but anything he had that was worth anything could be perceived as trash to the naked eye. A box full of movie tickets, cards, postcards, and blurry photos was not worth a dime. The memories that the items held were priceless, but they wouldn’t do a thing for anyone else. 

As he went to turn on the sink he noticed the dishwasher light was on, signaling that the dishwasher had finished its job. A crooked little smirk pulled on his face, not only did you go grocery shopping but you took care of the dishes. How lucky could he possibly be? A sense of a domestic life that he craved washing over him. It was time, he wanted you here, or he could stay there, it really didn’t matter. Either place would be home as long you were there. 

Turning off the sink he heard the floor creek. He set the glass in the sink slowly as he reached for Matilda that rested in his waistband. He was careful, he was sure he wasn’t followed, whoever was here had been here. His brain immediately went to you; second guessing having you move in. He moved quickly facing the hall, his arms outstretched and his finger on the trigger, “You’ve got three seconds.” He threatened and as he heard your deep sigh of relief he softened, setting the gun on the counter. You stepped into his line of vision as he flicked on the kitchen light, “(Y/N)?” He called out your name as he watched you shake slightly. The gap between the two of you was closed quickly as he pulled you to his chest with relief.

“You scared the shit out of me.” You said setting the gun you had down on the nearby couch end table. Wrapping your arms around him you scolded him, “You got off early and you didn’t call me?” 

“I scared you? You scared me.” He defended light heartly, “I didn’t want to wake you. It’s nearly three in the morning, baby.” He pulled away from you as he tucked your hair behind your ear. His lips found yours in a gentle kiss that he deepened as you hummed against him. 

“Did a great job at letting me sleep then, dear.” You teased him as you pulled away from him. You brushed his hair out of his eyes, examining the bags and purple hue underneath them.

“How was I supposed to know you were here?” He defended as your thumb ghosted over his cheekbone and you turned bright red. A sense of victory on his face as a wide smile found his features. 

“I just started the dishes and I didn’t want to fight traffic home-…” you peered into an ocean of blue before sighing, “I missed you. I sleep here when I miss you. I sleep here a lot.” You confessed before looking away from him, it was slightly embarrassing for you to admit. You had difficulty expressing that you craved a person. It didn’t make any sense with how open you were about him, but you just chalked it up to your miss independent complex. He just hummed in satisfaction as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. His body relaxed as he kissed your neck with a sense of glee. He went from missing you, to worrying about you, to the joy of knowing that you were within arms reach in a matter of seconds. 

“I missed you more.” He cooed as he kissed your neck, “Glad you’re here.” 

“I love you.” The words fell from your lips so gently and lovingly that his grip on you tightened and you giggled slightly. He made you feel like a teenage girl that was too head over heels for her own good.  “Let’s get you to bed. Shower?” 

“Please.” Your hands found his hands and gently pulled him down the hall and into his room. He noted his side of the bed was the one that you were just resting on; a sense of warmth washing over him. He squeezed your hand gently as you led him into the bathroom. As you let go of him you turned on the shower. He couldn’t help the smile on his face as he looked around and noticed your shampoo and conditioner, toothbrush, lotions, and other toiletries littered in his bathroom. 

You approached him and helped him pull off his shirt, you looked him over. A deep sigh falling from your lips as your heart ached at the sight of bruises and cuts. It hurt to see and you could only imagine the pain he felt. 

“It’s okay, I’m fine. Promise.” 

“This the best they could do to patch you up?”  

“Down, tiger.” He teased as he soaked up your possessive tone.

 You rolled your eyes and turned back to the shower, pulling off your shirt before putting your palm under the running water. You pulled your pajama shorts off and as you turned to face him a sense of nervousness shot up your spine. You usually would tease him about a staring problem, but you were unsure of where his emotions were. Physically he looked exhausted- his movements told you he was exhausted- but mentally you had no idea where he stood. 

Not to mention that you had no clue how he felt about you staying here when he wasn’t here. Sure, he said he was glad you were here, but he never asked you to be here.

“The water is going to get cold if you just keep staring. C’mon.” You nodded to the shower as you undid his pants. His hands found yours, stopping you, as he took care of the rest and disregarded them in the hamper. You tried to place what he was thinking as you climbed into the shower, him not far behind you. 

As the warm water hit his back he let out a sigh of relief. The sound music to your ears as you started messing with his shampoo. You went to work the shampoo in his hair and through half lidded eyes he watched you. A little smile on your face while your tired eyes focused on what you were doing. 

He could get used to this, he was getting used to it. 

He loved you. He loved seeing your things in his space, he loved that you were taking care of him, he loved that you were here. 

You tilted his head gently and started rinsing the shampoo out. A protest never fell from his lips as you scratched his scalp and he moaned softly. You reached for his conditioner and did the same thing, just letting the conditioner sit while scrubbing him down with his signature fresh pine scented shower gel. 

You worshiped him as you bathed him, kissing the cuts and bruises softly as you rinsed him off. He deserved to be taken care of like this and you didn’t mind being the one to do it. It was slightly embarrassing, but he trusted you with his life and you knew his body just as he knew yours. “Relax.” You cooed as you went to get out of the shower, “Stay in here as long as you’d like. I’m going to get you-.” You stopped as he grabbed your wrist and his other hand found your hip. You gave him a concerned look as you scanned his face, you stepped closer to him as he pulled you to his chest. Your fingers tangled themselves into his hair as you tried to soothe him. “Want to talk about it?” 

“No, not really.” He rested his head against your shoulder, “Just want you.” He’s wanted you since he got back, he’s wanted you since he left. You nodded as you held him against you. 

You both stood there until the water started to run cold. It took some convincing but eventually you got him out and in pajamas. You were in bed wearing one of his t-shirts that he practically had to fight you over wearing. Your eyes shut as you listened to his movements in the bathroom, refusing sleep. Waiting for him. 

As Leon turned off the faucet he took a good look in the mirror. A face that had a smile plastered on it as he thought about the woman in his bed. The woman who just doted on him like he was made of glass. The woman who held him so close and made him feel so loved that it all felt worth it. The woman that he wanted to take his last name. 

He left the bathroom and stood in the doorway as the bathroom light illuminated you just enough to where he could watch your chest rise and fall. As your eyes opened he was held captive as you smiled. 

“What?” You asked through a yawn as you pulled the covers up to your shoulders while you stretched. 

“I love you.” He beamed as he turned off the bathroom light and climbed into his side of the bed. Your scent flying off of the fabric of his sheets as the radiant warmth of your presence drew him in. Wrapping his arm around your torso he pulled you to him. 

“I love you more.” Your voice heavy with sleep as you cuddled against his chest. He adored these moments where you didn’t fight with your words and just said what you were feeling. 

He chuckled, “Not a chance in hell, sweetheart.” He kissed your forehead as you yawned. “Go to sleep.” He cooed as he rubbed a hand firmly up and down your back. 

“Leon…?” You muttered against his chest. 

“Yes, baby?” 

“I’m sorry if you didn’t want me here while you’re not here. I won’t do it again.” He raised an eyebrow at the apologetic sorrow in your tone. He knew your past, he knew your uncertainty, but he could’ve sworn that he told you he was glad you were here. “I just missed you and if I crossed a line-.” 

“Hey, hey.” He shushed you, “I’m glad you're here, remember? I want you here. Forever and always. Okay?” You nodded and tried not to sniffle. 

“Okay.” You fisted the hem of his shirt as you tried to keep yourself calm against him. He kissed your forehead before petting your hair. Your eyes were shut and your breathing was starting to slow to the pace that it does when you sleep. 

He knew he should wait, but he was too excited. 

“Baby?” He looked down at you as you hummed in response telling him to go ahead with his question. That you were still listening and ready to talk about whatever he needed. His thumb brushed against your cheek as he admired you, “Will you marry me?” 

Your tired eyes opened, “What?” You were in a state of disbelief. 

He asked again, “Marry me?” Silence fell over the room as the cold chill of uncertainty worked its way through his blood stream. What was he thinking? Was he thinking? You didn’t even live with him and you’d been together for only a year. Wasn’t the next step just to ask you to move in? That was the logical question. Was it too late to rephrase the question? Could he save this somehow? 

“Yes.” You answered honestly, “Yes, I’ll marry you.” He let out a deep breath of relief before his lips found yours. His kiss was deep and passionate as he adjusted himself to be level with you. You welcomed him as you melted against him. Exchanging passion and overwhelming love within each kiss. Each parting one leaves a lasting imprint against your souls. 

He regretfully parted from you to get a good look at you. To judge based on what he knew if this was truly something you wanted. Your bright smile causes him to let out a chuckle of relief before leaning his forehead against yours. You laughed alongside him as your hand intertwined with his, “I love you, Mrs. Kennedy.” He said he ran his hand through your hair. It fell so naturally from his lips that you could’ve sworn that it had always been your last name. 

“I haven’t signed any papers yet.” You joked before peppering a couple kisses on his cheek, “Don’t even have a ring yet.” 

He rolled his eyes before his lips captured yours, “It’s in the closet.” He mumbled as he held your face against his. 

“Mhm.” You moaned against his lips, even though you didn’t believe him. He was telling you the truth, hidden in his safe was a little black velvet box that held the engagement ring he picked out six months ago.  

[melanieph321]

Angsty Idea for Ruben Imagine:

Y/N has been on a girls trip and Ruben promised to pick her up from the airport and spend the day together but he forgot and goes out with the boys. Y/N is hurt and feels like he doesn’t care about her and they get in a big fight but make up at the end !!

This request was great. The people thought it was great. And so here it is, greatness.

Ruben Dias x Reader - The Only Girl In His World

⚠️Warning ⚠️

+18

Enjoy!

You called your mom as soon as you got into a taxi outside of the airport.

"Y/N, this is the third time!"

But calling her might have been a mistake.

"Mom, Ruben hasn't forgotten to pick me up before."

"No. But last week he forgot to e-mail you the plane tickets for your trip and the week before that he had trouble remembering which country you and your friends were even visiting. It's how it starts honey and you need to put a foot down, or else."

"Or else what?" You frowned, although deep down the truth hurt.

"Or else you'll end up alone in a big house with four kids whilst your husband is running around living his life like some hot shot bachelor."

"Mom, that would never happen. You know Ruben, besides he doesn't even want kids." You defended, just like you had defended Ruben's mistake to your friends, saying he had alot going on and therefore forgot to e-mail you their tickets. "....At least we haven't talked about that yet."

"And you won't need to." She said. "Because he'll forget to pick you up for that meeting too."

"Jupp, okay. I see where this phone call is going mom. I'm hanging up now..." You had already cried at the airport when, after two hours of waiting, you realized that your boyfriend had forgotten about you. Your mother was not about to ruin the make up you had to redo because of that.

"Y/N, I just don't want you to get hurt." She said, more sympathetically.

"Like I said mom. It's Ruben we're talking about. He would never hurt me, ever."

The phone call ended.

Thirty minutes later the taxi pulled up to Ruben's apartment building. You took the elevator up and felt your heartbeat with longing for a hug from the love of your life, however, all you were met with was an empty apartment and no Ruben.

"Baby?"

You went from room to room, switching on the lights just to confirm that "Jupp." Your boyfriend forgot about you, or he simply couldn't care less about you. The worst thing was the realization that today was Ruben's day off, and thst at some point he had been home, and not alone. The Playstation was still plugged into the TV and there were empty bottles of that recovery drink that Ruben loved. However you couldn't imagine he'd ever recover from this, you'd never allow Ruben to make you feel this way again.

"Y/N?"

It was around eleven o'clock at night when you heard keys turn in the lock. Ruben must have sighted your open suitcase in the living room, for he was shouting your name.

"Fuck me." You heard him sigh. "Y/N, are you here?"

"In here!" You shouted from the bedroom. You were on the floor emptying drawers of all of your things.

"Oh my god, Y/N. I'm so sorry baby, so fucking sorry." Ruben appeared in the door frame, a pale look on his face, knowing damn well that he fucked up by forgetting to pick you up at the airport.

"I swear you said Sunday." He said, which was not an excuse, you thought. Why hadn't he checked with you if he was so unsure? A quick text message would have sufficed.

"No Ruben." You mumbled. "I specifically told you four o'clock, Saturday."

He slapped a hand over his face and sighed. "Fuck, I must have mixed up the dates."

"Of course you did."

"So...how did you get home?" He asked, the question so dumb that you wanted to slap that stupid look of innocence that he wore on his face.

"I took a taxi Ruben. Another will be here in a minute to pick me up."

He frowned "Why?"

You stood, a pile of folded clothes in your hands. "I'm leaving you Ruben. I'm tired of feeling like I'm always second best to you. So I'm prioritizing myself by leaving...you."

"What?" He blurred out. "W...what do you mean?"

You pushed past him as he stood in the door, once in the living room you dumped your folded clothes into your already packed suitcase.

"Baby, what do you mean your leaving me?" Ruben was close behind you, demanding answers. Why he was upset you  couldn't  even fathom. "Is this you breaking up with me or something, and for what, because I forgot to pick you up from a fucking airport?"

"And you forgot to send me my plane tickets! And you forgot which fucking country I was even in!" You shouted, with tears trailing down your face . "Did you even notice that I was gone Ruben? Did you even care that I was gone?"

"Baby?" He looked confused, confused as to why you were shouting and crying. "Why would you even ask me that? Of course I cared that you were gone. That's why I've had Bernardo come over here and play FIFA with me everyday since you left. "I...I don't know what has made you come to this conclusion about me...about us?" He looked to the suitcase on the floor with terror in his eyes. "Please, let's just talk about this first before you decide to do anything neither of us want.

You hated that he made you feel like the dramatic one, however he was right, the two of you should talk things out before you did anything that might be irreversible in the end.

"I don't wanna talk." You muttered.

"No?" Ruben looked on the verge of something, something he wouldn't recover from. "W...what do you want then?"

"I want to feel loved."

"Fuck." He sighed, rushing to cup your face in his hands. He lifted your head, bending down, kissing you. "Of course I love you. Your the only girl for me." He kissed you again, harder.

"Prove it." You said, pulling away from him.

"What?" He looked confused, so confused and afraid, afraid of losing you.

"Prove that you love me and only me"

"Y/N, how would I even do that?"

Your eyes looked him up and down, indicating nothing more than what you needed right now. "Fuck me."

Ruben's brows lifted.

You smiled. "Fuck me like I'm the only girl in the world."

Nothing more was said. Ruben didn't even let you leave the living room before your clothes came off. He had your legs spread wide with his cock thrusting in and out deep in side if you. He fucked you right there and then, on the living room couch, like you were the only girl in his world.

[luceracastro]

Teacher’s Pet

Part 5

Esteban Kukurickza x reader

Summary: After a few months of starting your literature course you seem to find it harder with time to ignore your professor, little did you know you were driving him crazy as well.

Warnings: nothing much just not an appropriate teacher/student relationship but nothing dirty (yet😏)

Masterlist

Of course only you’d be in this damn predicament, you had rushed in the morning running all over the place and left but you forgot something that was pretty damn important

Your building and house keys, now you were sitting on the steps of the building waiting to see if for some reason one of your neighbors would have the idea to go in or out but to no avail

It was pretty late and most of your neighbors were adults who had a pretty tight schedule and would most likely be in bed by this time, but some headlights caught your attention, you knew that car

“Que haces?” Esteban was now standing in front of you after stopping his car and walking over to you, it was embarrassing, “olvide mis llaves” you said, embarrassment written all over your face and he sighed a soft small smile appearing on his face “aye nena, ven vamos” he was about to walk to his car but stopped in his tracks when he noticed you weren’t following

“A donde?” You asked a bit unsure “a mi casa nena para que puedes dormir” he said as if it wasn’t already obvious and you shook your head “no no la verdad no te quiero molestar” you said and he tilted his head “bueno si te hace sentir más cómoda te agarró un cuarto en un hotel o algo” he said and you once more shook your head “no la verdad ya no te quiero molestar o hacer que gastas dinero en mi” you said and he gave you a look of slight disapproval “cuantas veces te tengo que decir que para mi no eres molestia ni un gasto de dinero” he said crouching in front of you to be face to face

You looked at his face and you felt slightly unsure but seeing how it looked like he genuinely wanted to help you, how he looked worried you couldn’t just leave him like that and so you nodded “bueno esta bien, pero seguro que no te molesto?” You asked and he shook his head a satisfied smile on his lips “vamos amor” he stood up his hand held out for you which you took, he took your bag from you his hand placed on the small of your back as he led you to the car

He opened the door for you as always and made sure you were secure inside the car before closing the door, you had relaxed your body went from uncomfortable and cold to the complete opposite, he turned on the heater and closed the windows, and he placed his hand on your knee sliding up to your thigh his hand going back and forth in a warming and comforting manner but you couldn’t help but feel warm with the contact.

The drive to his place was so calming that you almost fell asleep, “llegamos amor” his voice snapped you back to reality and you watched as he walked around the car to open your door for you, you looked up at the taller and bigger building where he lived, “vente amor, esta demasiado frío para ti” he said waiting at the entrance door with the door wide open, you had entered and followed him into the elevator, you two alone in there was a normal feeling considering how close you both had gotten these past few weeks, however you considered it bold when you rested your head on his shoulder and you got a good reaction to it, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head his lips stayed on you until the ding and elevator doors opened

He extended his hand for yours before he continued to walk and you put your hand in his, he once again led the way to his apartment door, he let go of your hand for a moment to unlock the door and he waited for you to enter first, his home was very cozy and homey looking the smell that hit was more of a cinnamon like smell and the air freshener you spotted and some candles he owned were what confirmed that, the sounds of a meow however caught your attention and you looked over where Esteban held a black fluffy cat who seemed at peace in his arms making you smile as a soft chuckle escaped your lips

“Es nena or nene?” You asked walking closer and he looked adoringly at the cat “nena, Ella se llama luna o lunita” he scratched the cat as she purred “puedo?” You asked not wanting to pet the cat without his permission and he nodded “claro” you fingers went to comfortably scratch behind her ears as she purred leaning into your touch

“Es una hermosa gatita” you smiled looking down at the cat as Esteban’s eyes admired you, you were so admirable and beautiful he couldn’t divert his eyes anywhere else, “debes de estar cansada, ven amor” he had led you to where you believed his room was and it was neat and nice looking his bed looked comfortable but you didn’t know what exactly the sleeping arrangements were

He looked through his closet pulling out a t-shirt and handing it to you, “para que puedes dormir cómoda, ahí esta el baño para que te puedes cambiar” he pointed to the door right in his room and you nodded a small thank you escaping your lips before you walked in, you sighed locking the door and sliding off your clothes and sliding on the oversized shirt which smelled exactly like him

You folded your own clothes and opened the door, he looked at you a smile he couldn’t hide appeared on your lips as you grinned “cómoda?” He asked and you nodded placing your clothes down on the dresser “te puedes dormir aquí y yo me acuesto en la sofá” you felt bad “no yo puedo dormir en la sofá no te preocupes” you protested but he gave you a look “no amor, esta muy frío y aquí esta más calientito y cómodo” you didn’t approve of the fact that you would take up his bed

You felt bad, “no” you said sternly but he thought it was cute “entonces qué hacemos nena?” He had a playful smirk on his lips and you thought for a moment “duérmete aquí y yo en la sofá” you said but he wasn’t having it either so you came up with another solution“y si los dos dormimos en la cama? Ponemos algo para separarnos? Eso es si quieres” you said and your cheeks turned a dusty pink “Sabes, ese idea me gusta más que las otras” you smiled rolling your eyes

“Bueno ven porque tengo sueño” you said and he followed to adjust some pillows in the bed and the blankets so you both could lay comfortably, you both laid down and he was going to put a pillow boarder “si no quieres no tenemos que poner la almohada” you said and he had never thrown something to the end of the bed quicker, you adjusted yourself to turn your back to him and closed your eyes and you were out

Throughout the night you slight tossed and turned but it didn’t bother Esteban, he could sleep through anything really. The next day you woke up to a warm little figure beside you, you lazily smiled seeing Lunita beside you curled up in a comfortable position, but looking over your shoulder you feel a chest pressed against your back and your eyes widened

Esteban looked too comfortable still asleep and you didn’t want to move or wake him, you sighed quietly and you closed your eyes again not really wanting to wake him up, “ya se que estás despierta” he mumbled with a rasp voice and you froze “buenos dias” you slightly turned back to see his eyes lazily opened “como dormiste?” He asked and you smiled “bien cómoda, creo que voy a empezar a dormir más aquí” you said and he chuckled “eso me gustaría” you felt your cheeks grow warm “veo qué lunita se hizo cómoda también” he said seeing the cat curls up at your side making you chuckle

“Quieres comer algo?” He asked and you sat up tilting your head “si, un poco” he stretched making you smile before he stood up “bueno vamos nena” you sighed getting up from the bed and following him, you had seen him move to set up his coffee maker and then he opened the fridge while you had enough confidence to sit on his kitchen counter and in a few seconds it began to smell like fresh coffee “sabes que, te voy hacer el avena especial de Esteban” he said with a playful smile and you giggled rolling your eyes “bueno aver como sabe” you sighed

He gave you a mug with coffee and you smiled thanking him blowing on the hot liquid before taking a sip, he cooked the oatmeal adding a splash of milk and some cinnamon, you watched him work on it while sipping on your coffee and Lunita jumped up on the counter curling into your crossed legs purring as you petted her fur “hermosas las dos” he said making you grow warm and pink with a smile on your lips

“Listo” he set the oatmeal with various fruits next to you and you picked up the bowl smiling as you took a spoonful into your mouth and he awaited your reaction or thoughts on the oatmeal he made “esto es el mejor avena que había probado en la vida” you said with a smile on your lips as you took another bite and he smiled proudly “y eso ya lo sabia” he said and you rolled your eyes chuckling at his words

After breakfast you realized maybe it was time to go home, you needed to do some things and hopefully find some people still leaving the building so you could finally enter to your apartment building so Esteban offered to take you home and you took it “lista?” He asked, you stayed in the comfort of the clothing he gave you to sleep in and you had your neatly folded clothes in your arms and your bag over your shoulder “si, lista” you confirmed and you bent over giving Lunita a couple head and behind the ear scratches before leaving the apartment following after Esteban, he walked you both out of the apartment building and like always he opened the car door for you and closing it for you

The drive was calm and the cars passing you and people walking amongst the streets were the sounds filling your ears, finally pulling up to the front of your apartment building he walked around the car opening your door, you stood in front of him and his arms wrapped around you comfortingly as he rested his chin at the top of your head, you realized any of your other professors or classmates may see you both but you didn’t really care at the moment or ever really

“Te veo, cuídate” he said and you looked up at him nodding “si, si gracias” you smiled and he nodded a small kiss at the top of your head “bueno amor dale entra” he leaned against his car waiting for you to enter and perfect timing a man was exiting the building leaving you time to enter, he sighed a small smile on his lips as he watched you go before walking back to the drivers seat of his car, you entered your apartment and put your stuff down seeing your keys on the counter making you chuckle dryly “hijo de puta” you shook your head grabbing a hold of the keys, maybe there was a reason you left them.

A/n: ahhh so sorry this took so long to put out its just yk my life got in the way haha, but anyways my loves I hope you enjoy the and the fic because I do this all for you guys<333 also comments, likes, and reblogs are super appreciated but not required my loves just as long as you guys enjoy the read is more than enough for me!!!! Lmk if you’d like to be tagged, love you all!!!!!!!💕💕💕

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[his-angell]

Strike 3. (s.cb)

plot; You never had a good relationship with your parents. So when they invited you to a family dinner, you were unsure of whether to go or not. Changbin said you should at least try. So you did. You went. But you end up wishing you hadn't.

pairing; Seo Changbin x fem!reader

genre; angst, comfort

word count; 2.7k

warnings; mentally abusive parents, weight insecurity, knifes cause cooking is mentioned, one small blood mention, alcohol mention, trauma reminders, cursing, established relationship, description of panic attack, crying, pet names

request; no

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As you stared at your phone, your thumbs hovered over the keyboard. Your mother had texted the night prior, her text reading, “We’re having a family dinner at home tomorrow. We would like you to come.”. Which would have been great and all, if you had a good relationship with them. 

Ever since you were young, your parents were hard on you. Always belittling you for such small things. Praising your older brother, since he seemed to be getting further than you were. You were always jealous of the way he was treated. He always got the praise and love you never got. 

When you brought it up to Changbin, he said you should go. He knew of the way they used to treat you. But he assumed maybe this dinner was gonna be different. That this was their redemption. So with some convincing, you finally agreed. So here you sat, texting your mother a simple, “I’ll be there.”

You didn’t wear anything special. Looking at yourself in the long way mirror you and Changbin had in your room. You wore one of his white hoodies, black cargo pants and your converse. You weren’t gonna try and impress them. You didn’t wanna seem like a try hard. 

You sighed as you grabbed your phone and lanyard which held your keys. You walked over to Changbin who was cleaning up the kitchen. “I’m heading out.” You said as you leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Alright, tell me when you're on your way home, yeah?” He turned to you. You nodded and gave a soft kiss to his lips. 

As you walked out, you heard him call out. “I love you!” You giggled a bit. “Love you most!” With that, you headed out. As you walked to your car, you were really contemplating if you wanted to go or not. But you guessed you had already made your choice when you texted your mother back. You sighed as you got in, starting the car. 

You drove in silence, needing time to mentally prepare for what was to come. You parked on the side of the road in front of the house. You turned off the car, stuffing your phone and keys in your pocket, the my melody lanyard hanging out. You walked up to the door, slowly holding your fist up to knock. 

It was only a few seconds before your brother opened the door. He stared for a second. “You look fancy.” He said sarcastically. “Yeah, thanks.” You rolled your eyes as you walked into the house. You gave a small smile to your mother who came to greet you. 

You bowed your head and hugged her. “Hi momma.” You said quietly. “Hi, Jagi.” She said back, leaning back to cup your cheeks. She pinched at them. “You’ve gotten some extra chub to your cheeks.” She said, huffing disappointedly. You frowned. “Oh- I..” You just cleared your throat, knowing better than to talk back. 

Your father was next to walk to greet you. Except there was a noticeable grimance on his face. “You look lazy.” He motioned to your outfit. “Yeah. It's to hide all that weight she gained.” Your brother leaned against the wall. 

Strike one. Did you really look that bad? “Sorry.” You bowed your head down, holding it as a deep apology. “Anyways! Come help me with dinner, dear!” Your mother patted your head. Your father and brother headed out to the living room. 

As your mum explained to you what you were gonna be doing, you nodded. You were gonna be cutting the vegetables for the salad. She handed you a knife and you began to cut the vegetables.

You seemed to be zoned out, because as you were cutting, you cut your finger pretty good. “Aishh! Shibal-!” You cried out, dropping the knife onto the cutting board. You whimpered as you held your bleeding hand over the sink. 

Your father whipped around, glaring at you from the other side of the bar counter. “Don’t you curse in my house!” He yelled, gripping the glass of whiskey in his hand. You opened your mouth to speak when you were slapped upside the head making you wince.

“You know better! That is unlady like! It's disgusting!” Your mother spat at you. You looked at your brother as he chuckled, leaning back in his chair, sipping at his glass of whiskey. “You need to grow up, dude. It's a small cut.” He scoffed. You clenched your jaw. 

Strike two. You stormed out of the kitchen, rushing to the bathroom. You cupped your hand below your finger, attempting not to drip any blood anywhere. Once you got to the bathroom, you closed the door with your foot. You held your hand in the sink and let cold water run over it. 

You felt your eyes get fuzzy as you let the water run. Nothing changed.. It was the same thing when you were younger. Walking in crying, having scraped your knee on the pavement. You were told to grow up. You weren’t dying. You weren’t broken. Get over it. 

Never did you get a kiss better. A mother to hush your cries as she bandages your knee with a bandage and neosporin. You took a deep breath. You shook your head, blinking back your tears. You grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink and began taking care of your finger. 

You picked up your mess, putting the kit away and looking at yourself in the mirror. You wiped your eyes and huffed. You walked out of the bathroom to see the table set and ready, your parents and brother sitting down. 

“Took you long enough.” Your father scolded. “Sorry, dad.” You apologized as you sat down. It was normal to let the men at the table grab their food first. Then your mother, then you. You started to put food on your plate. “Should you be eating that much?” Your brother spoke, mouthfill of food. 

You sighed, placing the main course back in its bowl, just sitting with salad on your plate. You weren’t really hungry now.. So you picked at the food on your plate. There was only so much patience left before you hit strike three.. You were like a ticking bomb. 

You stared at your plate, waiting for someone to start a conversation. As if on cue, your mother spoke. “Are you still working as a kindergarten teacher, (y/n)?” She asked. You pursed your lips before nodding. “Yeah. I like it there. The kids are the sweetest.” You forced a small smile. 

“Aishh.. So disappointing.” Your father tutted. You looked at him. “You know, your brother is climbing the family company chain. He's about to be vice president next month.” He praised the male. tick tick tick…

You nodded a little. “Good job.” You nodded to your brother. “Thanks,” He shook his head a bit. You grabbed your glass of water, taking a sip from it. “Are you still dating that Changbin guy?” Your mother asked, covering her mouth as she chewed her food. 

This might be better. They were asking about your lovely boyfriend! You smiled a bit and nodded. “Yeah! We’re about to hit our four year anniversary.” You said proudly. You faltered though when your brother cackled. 

“Wait, you mean that idiot in the band? The one who got mad at the last dinner we had?” He pointed. You glanced down. “He wasn’t mad. He just wasn’t comfortable with how you were treating me,” You said matter of factly. “Don’t you dare talk back to your brother like that!” Your father raised his voice. tick tick tick…

You balled your fists, your leg beginning to bounce under the table. “You’re so dramatic, jagi. We treat you just fine.” Your mother said. You scoffed. “Yeah, do you?” You said, your fuse getting smaller by the second. “Yes, we do.” She shot a glare at you. tick tick tick…

You stared her dead in the eye. “You guys belittle me like i'm a bug!��� You laughed in disbelief. “Not true, (y/n). Like your mother said, you're just being dramatic.” Your father piped in. “It's your stupid boyfriend. He's putting lies into your head to make us look bad.” Your brother spat. tick tick tick…

You stared at all them in utter disbelief. “You're joking! You did nothing but belittle me all night. The second I got here, you degraded me!” You raised your voice. “And you praise him like he's so much better than me!” You pointed at your brother. tick tick tick..

“Because he is better than you!!” Your father yelled. BOOM. 

You shot up from your chair. Your stormed out of the house, slamming the door. The tears in your eyes stung. Your chest was tight. You got in your car and started it, immediately driving home. 

As you walked in the door, Changbin could already read your body language. The way you angrily untied your shoes, throwing them on the floor once they were off your feet. The way you tossed your keys on the counter instead of hanging them up. He looked at you as you just walked to your room with not even a hello. 

You shut the door of your shared bedroom. You didn’t even make it to the bed before your legs gave out, sending you straight to the floor. All of what you held back in the car was coming out now. Your chest was tight and you couldn’t catch your breath.

Your lips became tingly and dry as you clutched your chest. A choked cry escaped your lips as you closed your eyes tightly. Your head was so heavy. You felt as if you were gonna vomit. You gripped onto the hoodie, coughing as you choked on sobs. 

You were unable to hear anything, due to the ringing in your ears that gave you a pounding headache. Changbin was in front of you, trying to get you out of it. “Baby! Hey! Breathe! Please breathe for me!” He tried. 

His voice echoed in your head. You slowly opened your eyes. “I’m right here, Jagiya.” He said, holding your hands tightly. “Bin!” You sobbed. “Gh- hurts!” You still couldn’t seem to catch your breath. Still choking and coughing as the sobs escaped your throat. 

Changbin nodded, rubbing gently over your knuckles with his thumbs. “I know, I know..” He mumbled. “Can you breathe with me? Like we practiced.” He said. You nodded quickly. “In.. One, two.. Out. One, two, three..” He said. You did as he said, following his breathing. 

“Good.. You’re doing so good, baby.” He said. After a few more, you were semi calm. You hiccupped. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked. “Can.. Can I shower first?” You asked. He nodded. “I’ll sit in there, if you’d like.” He offered. You nodded. 

He helped you up and you walked to the bathroom. You pulled off your jeans and socks. Changbin sat down on the toilet after setting the lid down. You slowly took off the hoodie, nothing but a bra under it. So there you stood, in your bra and underwear staring in the mirror. 

Changbin squinted at you for a moment, watching how you stared at your stomach. He stood up and walked behind you, hugging your waist. “Binnie.. Do-Do you think im-” He was quick to cut you off. “No. No. No.” He said. He kissed your shoulders, kneeling down and turning you around. 

He littered your stomach with kisses. “You’re so gorgeous, Jagiya.” He hushed against your skin. “Your stomach is so beautiful. All of you is beautiful.” He nibbled at your tummy a bit. You giggled softly, running your hands through his curly hair. “That tickles-” You hummed. 

He looked up at you. “Mmm.. I wanna hear you say it,” He said. You frowned. “Say what?” You mumbled. “That youre beautiful.” He stood up and went back behind you, hugging your waist again. You blinked. You stared at yourself in the mirror, shaking your head. 

“I can’t..” Your voice cracked. “Yes, you can, baby.” Changbin kissed your shoulder gently. “I-I..” You looked at Changbin in the mirror. He was giving gentle eyes to you. “I’m..” You started. He nodded gently. “I’m beautiful.” You finally said. Changbin gave a gentle smile. “So beautiful,” He said. 

“Now get in the shower, yeah? I’ll go put your towel and pjs in the dryer so they're warm for you.” He said. He kissed your cheek and left the bathroom. You couldn’t describe how grateful you were for him.. You stripped out of your garments and got into the shower. 

You spent a little while in the shower. Scrubbing a little harder than normal to get the disgusting words from your parents off your body. Changbin sat outside the shower, humming to a song he had stuck in his head as he scrolled through his phone. 

Once you were done you turned off the water. “Bin, can you go get my clothes?” You asked softly, poking your head out from behind the curtain. He nodded and smiled at you before heading to get them out of the dryer. 

You stood in the shower as you waited, thanking him when he returned. He left the bathroom so you could dry off and change. After you did so, you brushed your hair and teeth. You looked at the door, closing it a bit. 

Even having heard Changbins words from before, you couldn’t forget the ones from your family. You leaned closer to the mirror and pinched your cheeks. You turned, tracing your jawline. You sniffled and gripped the sink. You groaned, leaving the bathroom quickly. 

Changbin had made the bed nice and comfy for you to come back to. You smiled softly and sat down next to him, leaning into his chest. “You smell so nice,” He giggled as he ran his hands through your damp hair. You laughed softly, rolling your eyes playfully. 

You took a deep breath. You promised you’d tell him after you shower.. So that's what you did. You began to tell him all of what happened. From how they bashed you the moment you walked in, to the moment you left. 

When you had mentioned your finger, he gasped loudly. “Oh, Jagiya!” He frowned, taking your hand gently. He had seen the bandage before but he was too focused on calming you down. He brought your finger to his lips and placed a gentle kiss to it. 

He had listened to all of what you had to say. Humming here and there to let you know he was listening. He would wipe your stray tears with his thumbs when they fell down your cheeks. Deep down he was pissed. Rightfully so. He hated how your parents treated you. 

He had witnessed it first hand when they invited the both of you to dinner at a fancy restaurant. It was disgusting how they shit talked her like it was nothing. Then to turn around and praise their other child just as easily. He hated it. 

He rubbed your back comfortingly. “I’m so sorry sweet Jagi.” He sighed softly. You shrugged. “It’s whatever.” You sighed. “I knew better when I decided to go.” You mumbled. “Still. You don’t deserve that,” He said. “Get some rest, yeah? I’ll treat you to a better dinner tomorrow?” He smiled. 

You smiled softly, looking up at him. “Thank you. Bin. I appreciate you more than you know.”

You whispered. “Aishh.. No need to thank me.” He gave that nervous smile. You giggled and kissed him softly, which he happily returned. 

You pulled away after a moment and hummed. You both crawled under the blanket and tangled your legs together. He reached behind him and turned off the lamp before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. 

“I love you, Jagiya.” He whispered. “I love you more, Bin.” You hummed and closed your eyes, drifting off into a comfortable sleep. He would stay awake though.. Just for a few minutes. Taking you in. Admiring you from the dim streetlamp that shined through the window. He didn’t understand how anyone could be so rude and unkind to someone like you. So pretty and sweet.. He sighed softly and closed his eyes, kissing your head and falling asleep soon after.

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im so proud of this tbh :0 i literally thought of this as i was falling asleep and i wa so excited to write it, i love angst. i hope you guys enjoyedd! stay safe, loves! muwahhh!!

all writing rights are reserved to @his-angell do not repost or translate my work without my permission.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and worst of both worlds (part 14)

Tw: like, shitty landlord, threats of violence n shit, this is just exposition nothintg too interesting happening here

Named the landlort after my shitty lndlort (with some tweaking to maintaim anonymity) fuck dat guy he sucks

And i love yves man hes so mother

Part 15

"I will visit you at three in the afternoon. Please reply to my message as soon as you see it."

You did not reply to his text.

You're staring at it as you munch on the Caesar Salad with shredded chicken cold wrap Yves prepared for you. It's yours because it has your name on it.

You had to fight off three of your housemates who wanted to take a bite. In the end, they forced you to retreat back into your room.

It's now 2pm. You found out from the group chat Yves left at 3am today. One of them even took a picture of him in his car. It looks like he's touching up his lipstick and hair.

Your face went red again when you remembered that you found yourself covered in lipstick prints. No wonder they stared at you with an amused expression.

You called them out for being creepy, because who the hell would stay up so late just to see when their housemate's boyfriend left? And to also share pictures around as if they're the paparazzi?

They shrugged it off and said it's a normal thing to do.

That is true, but it's only normal within this shared accommodation. They do the same if anyone brought home a lover or even a friend, if it's a new face and not living here, it's a target of constant scrutiny.

But you're sure it's not normal anywhere else!

You finished your meal and dusted your hands off. Throwing it into your paper bin that never seems to be full now that Yves is in your life.

You looked at your arm which had Montgomery's number scrawled onto it. It's definitely fading, but the digits are still legible.

Something compelled you to save it on your phone. You saved it under "Do not answer".

You decided to go through your contacts and found that you barely had any. Sighing, well... you have Yves and that has to mean something. Then it hits you that you have half a year left before you need to head back home, you ponder if this relationship is going to last by then. If so, what is it going to be like?

Your ear perked up at the sound of the front door opening. You wonder who's back.

Then you heard a knock on your door, promptly followed by the twisting of your door knob. You shriek when Yves emerges into view, you forgot he has an extra key to the house. And apparently to your room too.

You told him that your room door was locked! You never gave him a spare key, how did he get in?!

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, you noted that he isn't covering the injured half of his face with his hair as much. Opting to use concealer instead.

"(name). It was unlocked."

You said that you're sure that you locked it behind you when you went back into your room.

Yves turned around, opened the door, twisted the turn-button and stepped outside. He of course, shuts the door.

You frowned when he demonstrated that the lock to your door knob is broken. Because it automatically unlocked itself when Yves turned the knob from the outside.

You're upset because that means you have to tell your landlord. You hate your landlord, if anything broke, he would refuse to fix it. Even accusing you of breaking it in the first place and demanding payment.

He wouldn't only do this to you, all the people living in this house face the same treatment. If there were any complaints, he would just rudely tell you or your housemates to "find another place to stay if you don't like it here."

Your landlord has the guts to do that because his customer base is mainly composed of poor college or university students. There is no where else you could find rent this cheap.

You could let the faulty outlet slide. But the lock? No way, you don't trust the people you're living with and you're still unsure of Yves.

There was an intrusive thought about calling Montgomery for help, since he's in the trades. But you knew that was the worst idea to ever come across your mind.

You stared at Yves quizzingly when he took his phone out from his handbag to dial a number. He flipped his hair to the back before pressing the screen against his ear.

"Hello? May I speak to Jason Martin, please?"

That's the name of your fucking landlord! Why the hell do your housemates have to blab to Yves about everything!?

"Ah. Good afternoon, Mr Martin. I hope you're coping well with this sweltering weather. My name is Yves- hm? Yes, Yves. I'm calling in to discuss..." Yves left your room, you followed him as he roamed around the house.

You felt your heart sink into your stomach as he began listing the things that have been broken for months while he brought you to each individual item.

He descended the stairs to the basement with ease, you struggled to keep up with him.

You tried gesturing him that it's going to be futile. Yves merely smiled and cupped your cheek. He pulled you to him as he rubbed your arm up and down.

You know it's going to end in a shouting match, especially with Yves's headstrong personality. Jason brings out the worst in everyone, even a Tibetan monk will end up frothing in rage when dealing with him.

His calm complaints stopped mid-sentence and you heard some noisy blabbering from the other side of the line. Yves maintains his smile for you as if he's expecting this reaction from your landlord.

"Martin." He stopped your landlord's ranting. "Martin, I'm not finished, you interrupted me. I did not appreciate that."

You can't believe that Yves rendered him speechless momentarily. No one has ever done that before.

"As I was saying,-" He continued the list of defective fixtures. Until such a point that Yves abruptly stopped. He pulled the phone away from his ear and checked the screen.

Your landlord hung up on him. It soon changed to his lock screen, it's just a simple rectangle of darkness.

You couldn't help but apologize that he has to go through that.

"There is nothing to apologize about. We aren't done yet." He brushed your hair away from your face, he tilted your head up by the chin and gave you a peck on the lips. "I will take care of it."

You turned bright red. You're not used to direct mouth-to-mouth kisses from Yves yet.

Then his smile dropped and his head snapped to the left.

"And as for the rest of you, do you mind?" Annoyance dripped from his tone and his voice was a bit louder. Yves crossed his arms and tapped the floor with his pristine leather shoe.

Your housemates that were barely lurking in the shadows scrambled to get away. Some tripping over each other in the hallways. You heard multiple door slams, it's a wonder how Yves has the power to send them to their rooms like that. You can barely get them to respect you.

He encased your smaller hand in his, leading you out of the basement.

You and him heard a screech of tires, followed by a car door opening, slamming shut and mad stomping.

Various dusty items on the shelves rattled as someone from outside banged their fist violently on the front door.

"Which one of you ungrateful pieces of shits decided to fuck with me today!? Acting all high and mighty, wanna be an adult?! Then come out! Let's settle this like adults!" Yelled your landlord.

You tried dragging Yves back into your room to hide from him. He's prone to outbursts like this, and if you remember correctly, he did serve time in prison for assault. More than once. How the state allowed him to rent his properties out to students is such a mystery to you.

Well, it actually isn't. You think this is illegal housing, you don't even have a written contract and you are only allowed to pay in cash.

"I will handle this." He stroked your hands. You told him that this man is dangerous!

All Yves did was laugh. Simultaneously though, your landlord managed to enter with the use of his master keys.

"Which of you-" He froze when his eyes landed on Yves. Your boyfriend stood tall and shot him a blank stare.

"It really is you." His voice became unnaturally meek, his puffed up chest is now deflated, becoming concave due to his hunch.

"Martin." Yves acknowledged his presence.

"...I'll get the toolbox." He avoided Yves's piercing eyes as he left the house visibly trembling by the fingers.

"Martin, I would like to speak with you in private." Yves followed him out. Your landlord wordlessly obliged and followed him to the back yard.

You stood there unmoving, in disbelief in what just happened. Jason knew Yves?

"C'mon! You're gonna miss the fist fight!" Your housemate grabbed you by the arm and pulled you upstairs, where everyone is gathering around a window that provides an adequate view of the two men.

"Yeah, Yves! Fuckin' get him!"

"Hell yeah! Beat his ass!"

"Kick him in the balls!"

They were cheering loudly, but all you saw was them having a civil conversation. Your landlord doing most of the nodding while Yves spoke with his arms crossed.

Your housemates would roar extra loudly when Yves flipped his hair back due to the wind or does anything outside of talking.

You just don't get it. Yes, it is impressive that Yves made your landlord decently human. But... they're just having a fucking talk! What is so exciting about that?! Neither of you can hear what was being said anyway.

You went back down and hid in your room. Best to use this time to do something productive, such as finding a job for yourself since you have nothing much to do during the break.

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You heard a knock at your door. It doesn't belong to Yves because it's too heavy handed. So you told them to come in.

It's your landlord. He's holding a rusty toolbox and a brand new doorknob kit.

He muttered a greeting. You greeted him back too.

He began wordlessly unscrewing your damaged one.

You asked where Yves is.

"Is he a relative of yours? He's in the kitchen cooking your dinner, by the way."

You said no, he is your boyfriend. Your landlord momentarily whipped your head to you, staring at you with great incredulity.

"Do you know who he is?"

You said, perhaps. Then you went on to ask why.

"How old are you?" He then asked. You told him your age.

"How did you, a youngin, get involved with him?"

You said you're not following what he's trying to say.

"He was my damn parole officer! Juvenile parole officer, I got in and out of juvie at 15, I'm 62 this year!"

You let out the most visceral "what the fuck" ever. No way, he must be joking. Yves has to be in his early thirties at most.

"Is everything alright, dear?" Yves's voice bounced off the walls, you heard his heels clacking as he rushed to check on you.

Right when he enters your line of sight, you ask him if he's around 80 years old. He looked confused as he turned his attention to your landlord. You didn't catch it, but there was a threatening glint in his eyes that your landlord saw.

"Nah, kid. I was just pulling your legs. Can't believe you fell for that. Ha, ha. He's just... he's just someone I worked with before. He's obviously not- I mean, c'mon. Look at him, does he look a day over 25 to you?" He let out a nervous laugh, trying to placate the menacing man towering over your landlord.

Satisfied, Yves turned to you. "(Name), Do you think I look old?" He asked in a hurt tone, but you can tell that he's just teasing you.

You stuttered and said no, you vehemently denied that you think he's older than 20, throwing every compliment you can think of at him.

A pleased smile graced his features. "Good. Would you like to join me for tea, my dear?"

You nodded, getting up from your seat and leaving your landlord alone to fix whatever is broken.

[acewritesfics]

Father's Calling | Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson

Request: No

Warnings: Established relationship. Anxiety, anger, domestic violence, child neglect, drug use and alcoholism. Pure angst with a little fluff. I've given Eddie's dad the name David.

Word Count: 1,283

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"You okay, son?" Wayne Munson asks his nephew after he hangs up the phone, his eyes filled with rage and his hands shaking, a deep frown on his face. From Eddie's reaction to the phone call, the older Munson man knew who was on the other end of the phone. 

"I'm fine," the younger man replies, grabbing his leather jacket and putting it on. The trailer was causing him to feel claustrophobic as his pent-up anger was building. He knows he needs to get out before he explodes on his uncle, the one man who didn't deserve to be on the end of his rage. "I'll be back later," he tells Wayne as he grabs the keys to his beat-up van and hurries out the trailer door. 

Wayne doesn't bother going after him, trying to stop him from leaving. He knows his nephew well enough to know that he needs space and that if he needs someone, he'll end up at Y/N's home. 

Eddie gets in his van and shoves the key into the ignition. He turns the key, starts the van and speeds off into the night, Metallica blasting from the van speakers, his fingers tapping along to the beat and occasionally squeezing the steering wheel tightly as he thinks about the phone call from his father and tries to calm his anger. 

He drives until he reaches his destination. Y/N's home. Y/N, his best friend since they were 6 years old and his first and only girlfriend. 

They became friends after she punched an 8-year-old kid right in the nose for bullying Eddie for having hand-me-down clothes. The kid was much bigger than the both of them combined, but she had no fear when it came to standing up to the bully. From that day, the two have been inseparable. They know each other better than anyone else and always have each other's backs. All through their childhoods, it was them vs. the world, and the world stood no chance when the two of them were together. In high school, it was only a matter of time before their friendship turned into a relationship. Her parents and Wayne could see it from the moment that they had met after being called into the school after Y/N had punched a kid in the face. The two came from different backgrounds, but Wayne and Y/M and Y/D knew that Y/N and Eddie were meant to be. 

Eddie pulls into the driveway of the small two-bedroom home that Y/N had moved into with another friend of hers who had recently moved out to be with her boyfriend. He turns off the ignition, pulls the key out and jumps out of the van, making his way to the front door. He knocks loudly, unsure if she's asleep, as a little guilt pierces through his rage at the thought of waking her up. He's waiting not even a minute before the door swings open, revealing Y/N, wearing his Dio shirt he had left the last time he stayed with her and a short pair of bicycle shorts she always slept in in the summer. She looks at him sleepily, causing him to feel a little more guilt knowing he did wake her up. 

She becomes more awake when she notices how tense he is and that he was at her house so late at night without a phone call saying he was coming over. "Eddie, what's going on?" 

"My dad called me," he huffs angrily. 

She takes his hand and pulls him inside before closing the door and locking it. He follows her into the kitchen and sits at the kitchen island as she pours a glass of water and hands it to him. 

"What did he want?" She asks, a little surprised. His dad only called when he wanted something, and that wasn't often since he went to prison. 

David Munson was never in her good books. He was never there for Eddie like a father should be, leaving the actual parenting to the boy's mom and uncle. He taught Eddie all the wrong things, things that would get him in trouble with the law. Instead of learning to play catch or to ride a bike, how to swim and install good behavior in him, David had taught him how to hot wire vehicles, along with how to steal, sell drugs, lie and commit other petty crimes. She recalled all the times Eddie would come to her house, angry and upset over something David had done. The most clear memory of one of those times was the last time David was arrested. Eddie had arrived at her home with a nasty bruise and a cut to his cheek. He was ten at the time and had stood between his mom and his dad when his dad had gone to hit his mom. David, who was drunk at the time, started an argument with Eddie's mom over not having enough money for his next drug fix. He blamed her for spending the money on getting ice creams for Eddie and herself when it had been him that had spent it on the crate of beer he had just drunk himself stupid with. It was a neighbor who called the cops after witnessing David throwing Eddie out of the trailer, bloody and bruised. By the time the cops arrived, David had beaten his wife to the point where she needed to go to the hospital. After three days in the hospital, Eddie's mom had come home, packed herself a bag, and dropped Eddie off at Wayne's trailer before leaving Hawkins for good, never being heard from again. 

Fortunately for Eddie, he had ended up in his uncle's care instead of the foster care system when his father was thrown in prison for assault and many other charges from previous crimes. Wayne didn't want to see his nephew go into the system and knew he would be better off with family than some stranger. He was always more of a father to Eddie than his pathetic excuse of a brother. And that way, Eddie would also be able to see Y/N. The older man couldn't bear to see the two separated. 

"He has a parole hearing next month," he informs her. "He wants me to speak on his behalf and tell the courts how much of a changed man he is." 

"I hope you told him to get fucked," she says, her own anger rising. "He's barely spoken to you in the last ten years, even between his stints in prison. Why does he think you'll speak on his behalf?" 

"I don't know," he shrugs. 

She moves towards him and hugs him from behind, her arms wrapping around his waist as she rests her head on his back. "He's a fucking idiot, don't let him get under your skin." 

"Easier said than done, baby." he sighs, relaxing in her embrace. Covering her hands with his, he joins their hands together. 

"Want me to kick his ass for you?" she asks. "'cause you know I will." 

Letting go of her hands and turns around to face her, cupping her face in his hands, his thumb stroking her cheek. "I know you will, baby. You've always had my back." 

"And I always will, never forget that," she smiles and pulls him into a kiss.  

"I love you," he mumbles against her lips. 

"I love you too, Eddie," she mumbles back before breaking the kiss. "Now lets go to bed, we can talk more about this tomorrow." 

"Lead the way, Mi'Lady," he says making a gesture with his arm. 

She giggles and takes his hand, leading him back to her bedroom. 

[echobx]

Timeloop - JJ Maybank × fem!reader part 3

summary: y/n's first day in the loop is confusing, but also one of the best days she's had in a while, if it weren't for how it ends...

warnings: mentions of death (not depicted)

word count: 1.1k

author's note: it's short again. the concept is great, I have a solid plan, all right. but my brain is very mean in letting me write it out.

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I wake up panting, my diary by my side and no recollection of what had happened the day before. How did I get home? And why is my diary open with the words from the day before yesterday? 

After a calming shower, I make my way downstairs for breakfast. 

“Did you spend all night writing in your diary again?” my mom asks, and I look down at my ink stained fingers, they look just like yesterday's. “You should've finished your room instead of writing,” she scolds, and I pull my eyes from my hands. 

“I think I finished yesterday, hung up posters and all,” I say, but I really can't remember if I did. 

“You know, your diary is boring as hell,” my little sister laughs.

“It's my diary, that means it's mine and not for you to read!” I snap at her and my dad clears his throat.

“If we could have breakfast in peace, please. I'm trying to read,” he says, with his face still hidden behind the paper. 

“You could explain to me why you kept staring at those boys last night,” my mom stared at me and I furrowed my brows. 

“You mean Tuesday night when we were out?” 

“Yesterday was Tuesday, silly,” my sister laughs at me. “You're really cuckoo for cocoa puffs this morning.” 

“No, yesterday was Wednesday. I went out to get some things to finish my room and then-” The words get stuck in my throat. “When did I come home last night?”

“You came home with us after dinner. Why are you acting so peculiar, y/n? If you don't want to talk about the boys, just say it,” my mother scoffs, but instead of continuing breakfast, I jump up and run upstairs to check my room. 

There are no posters on the wall. The boxes are still stacked like they were before I left the house yesterday. And my phone screen reads Wednesday, 10:36 am.

“No, this can't be. Today is Thursday,” I tell myself before grabbing my keys and running out, towards the store where I had run into the guy yesterday. 

The employee behind the register looks at me weird while I pace the store, waiting for him to show up but hoping that he doesn't, because that would mean that this is just a very bad dream. 

It takes an hour for him to appear behind me, looking for a specific brand of beer. 

“Hi,” I look up at him, and he gives me a confused smile. 

“Hi.” The dimples in his cheeks make my head spin. 

“You were here yesterday and I nearly ran into a shelf, but you stopped me, do you remember that?” I ask and he laughs softly. 

“I think I would remember saving a pretty lady.” The compliment on your appearance doesn't pass you by, but it's still confusing. 

“But I was here and everyone says it's not true, but I know it. I was so all over the place after because I've only seen you at the restaurant two days ago and my mom has been annoying me about that ever since,” I ramble, and he nudges my chin, so I look up at him. 

“You were at the Wreck last night? With the headphones?” he asks and you nod slowly.

“Two days ago,” you correct him, but you don't feel so sure about it anymore. 

“Yesterday,” he winks and you nod a single time. 

“How is this possible?” I ask and he tilts his head. 

“What is?” 

“I'm reliving this day, I think,” I whisper, and he nods again. 

“What about we go somewhere and talk? I don't think Kenny likes you very much,” he proposes and turns to look at the guy behind the register. 

“Okay,” you nod and follow him out, his beers are long forgotten. 

He leads me to a cute restaurant near the beach, where he buys me a soda to calm my nerves, but I'm unsure that it'll help. 

“What's your name?” he asks after we sit down, and I realize how weird it must be that I dragged him into my mess without even telling him my name. 

“Y/n. You?” I simply nod and he smiles. 

“JJ. It's a pretty name. Yours, not mine.”

“I think yours is better, shorter too,” I mumble, looking down at the can in my hand. The condensation on the outside us wetting my hands no matter how much I wipe it off. 

“You think you're reliving this day?” JJ asks, and I nod, my eyes still fixed on the can, watching the droplets run down to meet the wooden table. 

“I can't remember what happened yesterday, I mean, my yesterday, but everything after I met you is blank,” I explain and in my peripheral vision I can see him nod. 

“We should figure that part out then.” JJ smiles and you furrow your brows. 

“You want to help me?” 

“Yeah. I mean, it's my free day anyway, so why not,” he shrugs his shoulders and leans back in his seat. “Was anything today different than your yesterday?” 

“I woke up the same way, my family acted like they always do. Nothing out of the ordinary but the obvious,” I sigh, and he holds out his hand for me to take. 

“I'm sure we can figure this out,” he assures you while lightly squeezing your hand. 

We spend all day talking, thinking about ways this could've been caused, but in the end we draw a blank. 

“You should write it all down, tonight and tomorrow, so you have notes for later. Maybe that will help us,” he says while getting up. 

“Us?” I look at him a little perplexed. 

“Yeah. Tomorrow, yours, not mine, you just come and find me again. And you can explain it all again, and we can look for more clues.” 

“But, you won't know who I am,” I say and he smiles. 

“That's okay, I'll believe you anyway.”

“Why?” 

“I have a feeling about this. I mean, you couldn't stop looking at me last night,” he grins, and then he walks off with a single salute. 

I can't believe that I spend the whole day talking to him, and it didn't feel like any time passed. It's getting dark while I walk home, it's rather far, and I don't know where exactly I'm going, even with GPS. 

Turning my head left then right and left again before I cross the street, but it's empty anyway, no one there but me. 

It takes me half an hour to find a street that looks like it would lead me home, and another ten for me to find my block. But before I could step closer to the street on which my new home sat, everything turned black. 

When I woke up, my diary was lying on my face and I was panting like crazy. With trembling fingers, I pulled the pen from my sheets and scribble into my green book. “Run over. Don't tell JJ.”

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[colormetheworld]

omg i was just rereading keys and i realized that when garret tries to get maura the last time, jane doesn't leave her side. like she knows she left graces side and grace died so now shes not taking her eyes off maura im screaming

wow. oh my god wow. thank you. for noticing this, and then for coming to tell me.

here. have this as a present for being inside my head.

......

......

he hasn't ever seen her like this.

The police come by her house that morning to tell her that if she attends the funeral she will be in violation of a trespassing order or a restraining order or some shit, and he's not really listening because when they tell her she can't go her face does that dissolve thing it's been doing almost every day since Grace died.

She's sitting next to him on the couch, and neither of her parents is home, and he can't stop thinking that he shouldn't have let those two cops in. That he could have stopped this from happening some how, if his mind hadn't gone black-boy-in-front-of-two-police-officers blank at the sight of the guns at their waists.

"You understand, Ms. Rizzoli?" the bigger one says. He takes a step towards her, and she leans back into the couch and that's enough for Barry to find his courage and step forward and say in as tough a voice as he can,

"Yeah. she heard you, man. Back off."

They do, miraculously, leaving without any further comment, and he goes back to sit with Jane on the couch. She doesn't say anything for a long, long time, and he doesn't break the silence either. Mostly because he doesn't know what the fuck to say.

I'm sorry you lost your girlfriend. I could love you, if you would just show me how.

He opens his mouth, unsure what is going to come out, but then Jane is standing. She gestures that he should stand too.

"Help me pack." she says.

He doesn't dream of arguing.

....

So he finds a way to get her to the funeral. Of course he does. If she's going to run away, and he's never going to see her again, this feels like the last, true thing he can do.

When they crest the little hill and Jane realizes where they are, her eyes go wide and brim with tears, but her face doesn't collapse in on itself the way it does when her parents fight.

It doesn't dissolve into no man's land like it did the night her father called her a dyke.

They sit down on the hillside, out of the Fairfields' line of sight, and they watch as people start to gather.

"I let her go," Jane says suddenly.

A bag pipe has begun to play, and Barry only met Grace once, at a pool hall downtown, but he knows that she would have hated to have bagpipes anywhere near her funeral.

"This isn't on you," he says. "You loved her. All you did was love her, Jay."

But Jane shakes her head. "I had her, in my arms. And I went after him. I let her go. I should never have let her go."

He doesn't know what to say to that. He doesn't really understand what she means. Only now that he is looking at her looking down at her girlfriend's grave does he realize that he hasn't truly understood anything at all.

"I let her go," she says.

She drops her head to his shoulder.

He doesn't put his arm around her. And they stay like that for a long, long time.

[theboredinsomniac]

Maybe in Wonderland • part 3

pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x reader

excerpt: “I don’t regret it. I’ve been thinking about you non-stop for the past week, and you’re right. We’re adults and no one has to know. So if you’re still willing to see where this could go… Maybe we could give it a shot,” he said with a hopeful smile.

summary: Joel finally gives you the green light then takes you out to meet Tommy and Maria. Neither of you expected those two to be so good at deduction.

warnings: age gap (reader in early 20s, Joel in late 40s), no outbreak

word count: 3.5k

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note: Joel's silly smile, I love you.

A week passed without Joel showing up in your house. You didn’t know if he was working a lot lately, or if he was deliberately avoiding you, but either way, it hurt your feelings. Seeing him would have been comforting after your first week at work, mostly because it wasn’t what you’d expected it to be.

You spent your days with excel sheets and presentations, barely getting a chance to take part in meetings and see what the others were doing on a daily basis. How would you learn anything if they didn’t let you near real work? Or was it all that was to this job? If so, you might not even want to do this in the long term.

You didn’t want to disappoint your parents by already feeling like giving up, and Joel had always been someone who supported you and listened to you. Sure, you could have called Sarah as a last resort, or maybe one of your friends, but your heart was aching for that man. After your conversation in the garage, after that wonderful kiss you wanted to do again so badly that it physically hurt you.

On Saturday, your parents decided to go out for dinner before visiting a friend of theirs, leaving you alone at home since you didn’t feel like doing anything. You flipped through the channels to see if there was anything good on TV, but there was nothing that could keep your attention. When you were standing in front of the bookshelf, trying to decide what to start reading, the doorbell rang and you wondered who the hell it could be that late in the evening.

Your parents weren’t expected to be back before eleven, and even if they returned sooner, it was their home and they had a key. So you made your way to the front door and looked out the small window next to it. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw Joel stand there, nervously rubbing the back of his neck as if he was contemplating turning around and going back home.

Before he could change his mind, you opened the door and greeted him with a smile. “Joel, what a surprise,” you said cheerfully. “Are you looking for my dad?”

He shook his hand as he let out a sigh. “I saw their car was gone, so I guessed you were alone if you were at home. I actually came to talk to you,” he said somewhat awkwardly.

Never before had you heard Joel speak like that, sounding so unsure of things. He was always the one who seemed confident all the time, knowing perfectly well what he wanted. This was one of the things you liked about him, but now that you saw him like this, it made you wonder what was behind his change of behavior. Well, he came to talk to you, maybe it had something to do with what had happened between you.

“Come in,” you told him as you stepped aside. Joel hesitated, but then he entered the house and went straight to the living room. “Can I bring you anything?”

“No, I–I’m gonna be quick, I promise.”

He took a break after this, probably to gather his thoughts, and the silence was slowly killing you. Each second that passed felt like an hour, and you didn’t know how long you could take it. You wanted things to go back to how they used to be, you wanted him to talk to you again without any hint of hesitation. Raising a brow as you looked at him, you hoped he would finally speak up.

And sure enough, he did decide to talk after your silent begging. “About what happened last week… I–”

“Oh, let me guess. You’re sorry and it can’t happen again,” you told him sourly.

To your surprise, Joel shook his head. “Quite the opposite, actually. I don’t regret it. I’ve been thinking about you non-stop for the past week, and you’re right. We’re adults and no one has to know. So if you’re still willing to see where this could go… Maybe we could give it a shot,” he said with a hopeful smile.

At first you didn’t believe it. You thought he was just messing with you, but then he closed the gap between you with a few steps and pulled you into a desperate, hungry kiss, like he had truly been waiting to do this for a long time. His hands were firm on your back as you pulled you against his chest, keeping you in an iron grasp to make sure you couldn’t escape from his arms. Not like you wanted to go anywhere when you were exactly where you wanted to be.

“I want you,” you whispered against his lips as you began to reach for the hem of his shirt.

With a heartfelt laugh, he ran a finger down your spine and his smile grew even bigger when he heard you say his name with a pathetic little whimper. “I love hearing you say my name, baby. And look at you, you’re so desperate for me,” he mocked you playfully before kissing you again. “But I’m sorry, nothing will happen tonight.”

Your eyes widened from surprise, having absolutely no idea what was happening anymore. “Why?” you whined quietly.

He put a hand on your cheek and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “Not in this house. Fucking you in your childhood bedroom would surely change my mind about the whole thing and I don’t want that. You’ll have to come over to my place tomorrow so you can get what you want,” he told you with a smile.

“What I want? You say it like you didn’t want me in your bed too,” you joked with a playful grin.

“Oh, I do, and I’ll go to hell for it.” Joel gave you another quick kiss then took a step back from you. “I gotta go, I’m meeting Tommy and Maria tonight. I can’t remember the last time I saw them, and–” He suddenly stopped and his face lit up. “Why don’t you come with me? They know you, Maria really liked you when you met at that barbecue party at my house. We can say I took pity on you for being here alone all night,” he added jokingly.

You gently punched his arm with a laugh. “So you really want to go somewhere public with me?”

“Nothing indecent will happen, I promise. Just a few drinks and a nice conversation with them.”

Nodding, you began to back away from him towards the stairs. “I’ll change into something nice and put on some makeup. Give me fifteen minutes, okay?” you asked him sweetly, then before he could say anything, you turned around and ran upstairs.

You quickly did a no-makeup makeup, then rushed to your closet to find something to wear. It was Joel you were going out with, so you wanted to wear something nice, but it wasn’t officially a date, which meant you couldn’t wear something too nice. You couldn’t let his brother and his wife suspect there was something between you. It was still new for both of you, you had to figure out how to act around each other in public.

The two of you had been close before, he was always nice and supportive, so being able to have deep conversations away from everyone would be nothing new or suspicious. But with you feeling the need to touch him, to kiss him, it would be hard to behave. And from what you’d seen so far, Joel wasn’t the best at keeping himself under control either.

In the end you put on a pair of tight jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, then went back to the living room where he was patiently waiting for you on the couch. When he saw you, his big brown eyes turned brighter, and it made you smile because you still had a hard time accepting that he wanted you. “I’m ready,” you announced.

He stood up and held out his hand for you. You took it without hesitation, and the two of you made your way to his car. “Oh, I texted your dad that you’re going out with us,” he told you matter-of-factly as he opened the door for you. “So we have as much time as we need.”

You had to bite on the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from saying you could just as well go to his place after meeting Tommy and Maria. He wanted to wait, maybe it would be for the best to let him take the lead for now. So in the end you just nodded and got in the car without saying anything. He sat in the driver’s seat and looked over at you one more time before starting the car.

The trip to the bar where they were meeting only took a few minutes, but maybe you felt this way because you were too focused on his hand resting on your thigh the whole time along with the smug smile on his face as he glanced over at you every now and then. You loved how much more relaxed he was now that he let his feelings win the internal battle, and you could only hope being with you would live up to his expectations. For some reason the more real it became, the more you feared the possibility of disappointing him.

“Aren’t you coming?” he suddenly asked, by now standing at your open door.

When the hell did he get there? But you were probably too lost in your sudden rush of negativity to notice he got out of the car a few seconds ago. “Sure, sorry,” you replied with a nervous smile as you got out.

Joel put his hand on the small of your back before he leaned down to place a kiss on your temple. “What were you thinking about?”

How could you possibly tell him? He would just laugh at you for being this insecure when he gave you no reason for it. “Nothing, really. Just work.”

“You’re thinking about work when you’re out with me? We’ll have to change that, won’t we?” he said with a laugh.

Nodding, you flashed a small smile at him. You hated the idea of lying to him, so it was probably for the best if you ended the conversation right there. Seeing the doubtful look on his face, you knew he was aware of something bothering you, and maybe he could tell you weren’t entirely honest with him now. But he let it go, instead he decided to focus on the night ahead. Eventually he pulled away his hand from your back, probably to avoid his brother and sister-in-law’s suspicion.

Maria greeted you with a warm smile, but you didn’t miss the surprised look Tommy gave his brother when he saw you on his side. Joel leaned closer to tell you he would bring you a beer, so you slid into the booth across from the couple and watched them with a nervous smile while you waited.

“So how are you two? It’s been a while since we last met,” you said to break the ice.

While Tommy was watching you with narrowed eyes, a knowing smile playing on his lips, Maria took it on herself to engage in this conversation with you. “Everything’s great. We just came back from a little getaway so we’re fully relaxed and happy,” she replied with a short laugh. “And what about you? Joel mentioned you got a new job.”

You had to bite back a smile at the mention of Joel talking about you. “Yeah, it’s an internship for the summer at a consulting firm. It’s pretty good so far,” you lied.

“And don’t you have anything better to do on a Saturday evening? Maybe with your boyfriend?” Tommy asked with a wide grin on his face.

“Whose boyfriend are you talking about?” Joel asked cheerfully as he sat down next to you and handed you the beer bottle, his fingers discreetly brushing yours.

“Hers,” his brother replied. Joel almost spat out the beer he was drinking at the answer. “Jesus, relax, I don’t want you to choke on your drink. I know it’s you.”

Panic rose in you as you watched Tommy and tried to decide if he was serious or just joking. The man sitting next to you was also experiencing the same thing, but he let out a nervous laugh as he watched his brother. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.

Rolling his eyes, Tommy looked over at his wife and waited for her to answer this. “We aren’t blind. You show up with her on your side without telling us beforehand, with your hand on her back right until you noticed us, then there’s the way you leaned so close to her before going to grab a drink for yourselves, and don’t even get me started on how your fingers brushed just now,” she listed with a wide smile.

Beside her the younger Miller kept nodding in agreement, his eyes fixed on Joel the whole time. “Also, I know what you’re like when you’re dating someone you really like. You show every single one of those signs. So? Are we right?”

You looked over at Joel, waiting to see what he had to say. He should take the lead with this one, after all, it was his brother and sister-in-law who figured it out at lightning speed. Letting out a long sigh, his eyes fixed on his brother, he took a swig of his beer. Tommy didn’t back down, he kept watching him with an expectant look.

“If you dare to tell anyone, especially her parents about this, you’re dead to me,” he suddenly said as seriously as he could.

Maria and Tommy exchanged a high-five at this, both laughing because they were right. “We promise not to tell anyone,” she assured you both.

“Yeah, we wouldn’t ruin your fun. So how long has this been going on?” he asked, but before Joel could say anything, an enlightened look showed up on his face. “Wait, she’s the reason why you’ve been so cranky lately!”

“I haven’t been cranky,” Joel muttered.

Meanwhile you just sat there, nervously nursing your bottle while the others talked about this. They immediately noticed there was something between the two of you, and if it was so easy for them, then it would be easy for others as well. What if more people found out? Eventually the rumors would begin to go around and they would reach your family as well. You couldn’t risk that because Joel didn’t want them to know. Not yet.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Joel’s arm around your shoulder, right before he leaned over to place a kiss on your cheek. “It’s okay, they can keep a secret,” he whispered to you with a supportive smile.

Even though they were the least of your problems, you nodded. After the initial shock melted away, his good mood slowly returned, and you didn’t want to ruin it. He looked so carefree now, you didn’t have the heart to make things bad for him again.

“You’re awfully quiet over there,” Maria told you while Joel and Tommy were focusing on their own little conversation.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, it’s just… You know what? It’s nothing,” you said with a forced smile.

But Maria didn’t let it go, instead she reached out to put her hand on yours and flashed a kind smile at you. “Come on, you can be honest with me. Does it have anything to do with us finding out about you two?” Spot on. You nodded weakly then waited for her to continue. “Listen, just because we noticed these things, it doesn’t mean others will too. Joel obviously likes you very much, I’m sure he would be more careful in the future to keep you safe.”

You took a sip of your beer as you looked over at him. Maybe Maria was right. Maybe you didn’t have a reason to worry. “Thanks, I think I needed this,” you finally told her with a smile.

She returned it then brought up something completely different, successfully averting your thoughts from the possible crisis. The conversation later included the Miller brothers as well, and the four of you were having a nice evening altogether. That it, until a familiar face showed up next to your table.

“Hey, it’s been a while,” Scott said with a smile.

“Scott, hi. I’m sorry I disappeared, I’ve been pretty busy lately,” you said, lying through your teeth since Joel was the reason why you tried to avoid him.

The young man nodded understandingly. “We should catch up sometime. What are you doing tomorrow? We could have lunch together,” he suggested.

A few weeks ago, you would have been on cloud nine if he asked you to join him for lunch. Now? Now you just wanted him to leave you alone for good. You could tell Joel was tense next to you, so you tried to do your best to get rid of him. “That sounds nice. But I promised my dad to help out with something at home,” you said with a sweet smile.

“I can jump in to help,” he offered.

“We’re going too, I’m sure that will be enough, but thanks,” Tommy interjected, flashing a wide grin at the guy.

Scott looked over at him, as if he had just noticed him being there, then nodded. “If you say so. Write me when you’re free.”

You nodded then let out a relieved sigh the moment he disappeared. “I chased him for months with no result. Does he really have to ask me out now?” you complained under your breath.

“I can step back if you’d rather–”

You were quick to shut Joel down. “Don’t you dare.”

With a laugh he took your hand under the table and laced his fingers with yours. “Good, because I wouldn’t have done it,” he told you with a flirtatious smile. “Maybe we should get going, it’s getting late.”

Glancing down at your watch, you noted that it was indeed late. The good company made time fly by fast, and you didn’t want your parents to worry about you being out so late. So you and Joel said your goodbyes and made your way out to his car. Joel had you pinned against the side of his truck, one hand resting on your cheek as he leaned closer. You looked around to see if there was anyone nearby, but when you saw you were alone, you closed the gap and captured his lips in a kiss.

You could tell he was smiling, enjoying this new setup just as much as you did, but he still came to a stop after a few seconds. You whined, your head moving forward when he pulled away, but he shook his head and put a finger on your lips to stop you the exact same way he had done a week ago.

“We should go,” he said, then opened the door for you.

With a disappointed sigh, you got into the passenger’s seat, and watched as he got in as well. For a few seconds he watched you in silence, the silly smile still on his lips when he finally started the engine. You wanted nothing more but to be close to him, you wanted him to hold you in his arms, to do unspeakable things to you in bed.

Damn, you were truly desperate.

Joel didn’t stop on your driveway, instead he parked the car on the side of the road behind a tall bush that hid you well. You let out a sad sigh as you looked over at him, but he was still smiling, the look in his eyes telling you that he was truly happy for the first time in a while. Before you could say anything, he leaned over to give you a soft kiss.

“I’ll invite a few people over tomorrow afternoon for a pool slash barbecue party. But I’ll need some help preparing and then cleaning up,” he said with a grin.

It took you a second to understand what he was trying to say. “I’ll gladly help you. At least it won’t be suspicious if I spend a lot of time there.”

“That’s the plan,” Joel muttered before kissing you again. “Sleep tight, baby.”

“Goodnight, Joel,” you said before getting out of the car and going inside the house.

[carahhhhx]

“i’ve had a stinker lads”- harry lewis

I heard Harry’s keys in jingling in the lock “You home lovely?” he shouted “yeah i’m in the bedroom H” i replied hearing the blonde boy close the door and started walking towards the bedroom, “i missed you today” he said wrapping his arms around my shoulders “i missed you too” i said turning around and pressing a light kiss to his lips “do you mind if i go out to simon’s tonight?” he asked “uh no i don’t mind” i said giving him a fake smile “you sure because you seem a bit unsure?” he asked “no no it’s fine you can go i don’t mind i’m going out with the girls anyways” i replied and with that the blonde boy pressed another kiss to my lips before walking off into the bathroom to sort his hair out.

“right i’m leaving now give me a ring if you need a lift home” he said “will do” i replied giving him a squeeze before he went “oh and you look beautiful” he shouted before closing the door “okay he really did forget” i mumbled well putting my shoes on.

Never ever would i imagine walking into a restaurant and asking for a table for one it’s not something i’d be comfortable with but tonight i felt like i had to treat myself.

Harry’s pov

I approached the Mar Minter house not expecting to see Talias car in the drive not even thinking about it i knocked the door and saw Talia “hi harry” she said pulling me into a hug “uh hi talia?” i said more sounding like a question “you alright?”she asked “i don’t suppose you’re going with Casey tonight?” i replied “no no casey said she was busy tonight why?” she asked “well i asked her if it was alright if i came here tonight with the boys and she said yeah she was going out with you and the girls” i told her “i don’t know harry she said she was busy tonight i’ll ring Frey, Faith and Ellie now and see what they have to say” she replied leading me into the same room as the boys “alright harry” behz shouted “yeah yeah” i replied sitting down and pulling my phone out to text Casey.

Casey’s pov

haz🤍

hi lovely you okay ?x

Cas🩷

i’m good you.

haz🤍

not really Casey i’m really confused.

‘oh fuck oh fucking hell he knows i’ve lied’ i thought to myself switching my phone off in a panic and ramming it into my bag, feeling it vibrating multiple times but i refused to get it out regretting lying to him.

“Casey?” i heard a familiar voice say “Talia hi?” replied to her, seeing her sitting down opposite me “so you going to tell me why you lied to Harry?” she asked, i sighed “i didnt have the heart to tell him Tal he forgot about our date, the date HE planned” i told her “oh babe you should’ve told him” she replied grabbing my hand “you should’ve been honest with him Cas he’s worried sick back in ours assuming the worse” she spoke again “i’m sorry i lied and dragging you into this tal, i panicked” i replied feeling myself getting emotional “let’s get you back to ours so you can talk it out yeah?” she said looking at me with sympathy “i cant face him tal i’ve lied to his face” i replied she smiled pulling me up “lets go cas you can’t avoid him” she said pulling me to pay for the tab and leading me into her car.

Harry’s POV

“Tals just texted me she’s found Casey and bring her back to ours” Simon said “good i just don’t understand why she’d lie to me”i replied sighing “Sure you didn’t miss date night or something” JJ asked trying to be funny “oh boys i’ve had a stinker an actual stinker, TONIGHT was date night , oh my god that’s why she’s lied and that’s why she posed on her story a picture on her story of her in London, oh my god im an idiot and actual idiot how could i forget i planned the bastard date” i ranted on until Josh placed his hand on my shoulder “Harry breathe calm down mate take a breath” he said just as i calmed down i hear Talia shouting “we’re back” as she walked into the room, Casey trailing behind her “H can we talk?” she asked fiddling with her rings “yeah let’s go somewhere else?” i asked her “you can talk in our room” simon said “cheers mate” i replied heading to the couples room.

“Cece i’m so sorry i forgot about our date it’s been a such a long week and it completely slipped my mind, i’ll never do it again i swear i just can’t imagine how upset you were”i rambled quickly holding onto her hand “oh harry i’m so sorry i lied to you” she replied pulling me into a hug “i love you” i said “i love you too h” she replied kissing me.

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hi this is my first post on here, i hope you enjoy it.

if anyone has any they’d like me write i’ll try my best to write them the way you imagine them!!

[mooodyblue]

when you love someone | late 60s!elvis x gn!reader

summary: you had a hard week and all elvis wants to do is make you feel better

wc: 1.7k

warnings: depression, mentions of anxiety, set after filming live a little love a little, gender neutral reader, written with my love and tears

note: 2 fics in one week ?? that's so crazy. i wrote this to comfort myself so i hope it's comforting to some of y'all too. somewhat inspired by this song. send in requests yall!! as always, may contain inaccuracies and mistakes. enjoy.

masterlist | send a request or say hi :)

you and elvis had been dating for a couple years now, meeting him on the set of one of his movies as an assistant. it was going well and you were happy to be able to travel with elvis whenever he was off filming. until word got out about your relationship and the colonel forbid you from stepping foot on set during this recent movie. not only would you be unable to see elvis for a long period of time, but you'd just lost your job as well. times like these made you grateful to have elvis around since he had offered to help you with rent until he could move you into graceland.

however, being home all alone was taking a toll on you. elvis was to return soon and you were a mess. you hadn't called him nor returned any of his phone calls in a week, dishes were piling up, and god knows when you last showered. you didn't even know what day it was. you'd been glued to your couch for the past week, refusing to get up for anything. elvis was probably worried about you but whatever. he's better off without you anyway, right?

you were on your fourth nap of the day, falling asleep to the sound of a random show on tv and drowning out the sounds of the telephone in the distance every hour or so. you didn't even realize elvis had shown up to your house.

he was grateful you had given him an extra key before he left since you didn't bother going to the door. the sight broke his heart. he first noticed the pile of mail he accidentally stepped on when he first walked in, picking it all up and bringing it to the living room where he saw you asleep peacefully, dirty dishes spread around the coffee table. it wasn't any better when he stepped foot in the kitchen, looking at a sink full of various pots and pans coated with dinner that must have been made three or four days ago. it was no wonder you hadn't returned his calls. he was worried sick about you. even being in your house, he was still worried, unsure of how you'd react to him being at your house when you woke up.

any other man would grab their things and leave, completely ignoring the state of a house this messy. but elvis wasn't any other man, he was your boyfriend and he adored you. it upset him terribly knowing you must of been feeling bad recently for your house, which was once kept so pristine, to end up in such a mess. the fact you'd have to clean this all up one day must have been adding on to your stress as well and he wasn't going to have that. time to get to work.

starting with the living room, he quietly began bringing dishes to the kitchen, washing, drying them and setting them back where they belong. he didn't forget the pots and pans either, scrubbing away for what felt like ages and laying them out to dry. he swept and wiped down the counters for you as well along with discarding any empty food packages you'd thrown around and hadn't bothered to pick up. you were still sound asleep by the time he finished cleaning the kitchen and living room so he went ahead and did your laundry too, not forgetting to fold and put away your clothes in the way you liked them organized.

he hated waking you up for anything, but it was getting late and he knew you'd regret napping like this so close to your usual bedtime. he kneeled down to the couch, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. "hon?" he said, shaking you softly from your sleep.

you opened your eyes to a concerned elvis, looking at you with sad, tired eyes. you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, your brain finally registering that your boyfriend was in your own home after being away for a month. "elvis?"

he flashed a smile at you. "hi baby, what's goin' on?"

you sat up slowly, patting down your unbrushed bed hair. you looked around, noticing the lack of dishes and the new cleanliness of your home. "what-elvis. please tell me you-"

"don't worry about it, it's the least i can do." he sat on the edge, leaning in to give you a much-needed kiss until you backed away from him, covering yourself. "don't. you shouldn't see me like this. i thought i had another week."

he frowned. "oh baby, you're still beautiful." he kissed you anyway, placing a hand on the side of your cheek. "i came home early cause you wouldn't answer my calls, i was worried sick, darlin'"

you turned away from him, avoiding eye contact, embarrassed. here he was, the most handsome man to ever exist on this earth was in front of you while you sat there with your unbrushed hair and clothes from a week ago. "i'm sorry."

he turned your face back towards him. "none of that, no apologizin'" he stood up and held out his hand. "lets go run you a bath, sound good?"

you took his hand as he took you to the bathroom, passing the kitchen and finding yourself feeling guilty for letting elvis do all of this for you, especially for letting him see you like this. he drew you a warm bath, helping you undress and helping you in as he sat on the edge of the tub, washing away a weeks worth of dirt from your hair and body. he was gentle with you. massaging your scalp with your favorite strawberry shampoo and rinsing it out carefully. you noticed the bathroom was cleaned too. there was that feeling of guilt again. you couldn't even look elvis in the eye, not even while he was humming one of the songs he used in a recent film as he conditioned your hair.

"which one was that?" you asked, breaking the silence.

"what? the conditioner? it's the strawberry one, did i use-"

you rolled your eyes playfully. "no, the song."

his lips perked up, chuckling softly. "i didn't even realize i was hummin'" he shook his head, moving onto rinsing your hair out again. "almost in love."

"excited to hear it." you murmured, running your hands through the soapy bath water.

"you'll like it." he reached for the towel behind him, drying your hair thoroughly. "at least i hope you do." he joked.

your face scrunched up as he went a little too rough drying your hair, mumbling a quiet 'sorry'. "why wouldn't i? i love everything you release."

he unplugged the drain and helped you out of the tub, handing you a towel for you to dry the rest of your body off as he fetched you some clean clothes. "is that right? don't lie now."

you dried yourself off, "yeah elvis, i hate everything you release." you said sarcastically as you put on your clothes. you tried to ignore how he also did your laundry for you, shaking off the guilt.

"there we go, that's what i like to hear." he joked. he picked up your brush and placed both hands on your face, giving you a quick kiss. "you're awful." you said. he grinned at you, tapping your nose with his finger. "aren't i just the worst?" he took your hand again, pulling you to your bedroom. he sat you on the edge of the bed as he got behind you, brushing away gently. you took a quick glance in the small mirror sitting on your dresser and watched as he brushed your hair. your eyes welled up with tears. you felt so undeserving of elvis and his kindness. the guilt was starting to eat away at you. there weren't enough words to describe how much you loved elvis and how well he treated you.

it wasn't long until elvis noticed your tears, setting the brush aside and turning you towards him. "oh no, baby. c'mere." he pulled you in a tight embrace, letting you cry into his shoulder as you held him tightly. "let it all out, i got you."

"i'm so sorry, you shouldn't have done any of this for me. i don't know what got into me, it's just been so hard." you said in between sobs. your anxiety finally caught up to you. losing your job and fearing you'd lose elvis too, you didn't know what you would do without him.

elvis rubbed your back up and down, letting you vent and cry. "i know hon, i know." he whispered. "'m here now. i'll take care of you." he had his own insecurities, often worrying about what fans think of his movies. how he was unhappy with how a lot of them turned out and how badly he wanted to move on from them. it was something he often spoke to you about. you were the one who made him not give up on his career, you gave him that boost he always needed. it was always you, now it was his turn for a change.

you apologized over and over again for making him take care of you. the tears just wouldn't stop. he released you from his embrace to crawl up to the headboard, you following shortly after. he pulled you in his lap as you rested your head on his chest, sniffling softly. "don't want to ever hear you apologize. none of this is your fault, you got that? i just wish you knew how much you mean to me." he said, running his fingers through your damp hair. "love you so much, little one. so damn much. wish i could take those nasty little thoughts from your head and deal with 'em myself."

"you don't wanna know what my thoughts are like, elvis. i wouldn't wish it on anyone." you mumbled.

he sighed. "i'm sorry you have to go through that, baby. you don't deserve that. at least i can make 'em go away for awhile." he wrapped an arm around you, holding you close.

"thank you for everything, really. i love you."

"love you too, little one. always will." he replied softly, going back to humming the same song from earlier as he rocked the two of you gently from side to side, leaving you in your own little world for a little while.

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

Hey uh I👉🏻👈🏻 wrote something for ya... Bc I love cathie... And I wanted to gift u something...

Low-key am not sure if it's good and I'm a bit scared to make Ruthie too ooc but I did my best😔🙏🏻 hope you can enjoy<33

Also I just realized this looks like a first kiss fic when u clearly mentioned how u wanted their first kiss to be so UHHH– THINK THIS IS LIKE AN AU OR SOMETHING OK😭 sorry about that😔

•••

Cater and Ruthie's relationship was… weird. Not in a bad way, it's just– they were in their first few weeks as a couple, not much have changed from when they were friends... but now there was an urge to just be romantic and Ruthie felt pressured to be more like that... But she didn't know how.

Listen, Ruthie had lived her life surrounded by love, but never in love. It was strange. She knew rationally what people did in relationships, how they acted, but it was so… foreign. The idea that someone would love her, would want to do what couples usually do with her. Could someone truly love her? Was she allowed to experience love for herself?

And with someone as wonderful as Cater, nonetheless?

So… she just stood there awkwardly, fidgeting with her hands, looking down, unsure what to do as he walked her back to her house after yet another... date. If you could even call such an awkward hang out as a date.

She didn't know what to do, was it ok to hold his hand? And after they arrive at her house, what could she possibly do? Usually she would tell others to give their partner a kiss on the cheek as a goodbye… but was that something she should do? Would Cater be comfortable with such a thing? Maybe–

“Woah there!” Cater held onto the girl’s wrist, making her bump into him. Her hand on his chest and face looking at his eyes in confusion and shock. They both went red and Ruthie retreated embarrassed, holding her face in her hands. Cater cleared his throat, looking away. “You almost hit the wall.”

“The wall?” She repeated, a bit confused. She looked ahead and realized she was finally home… she didn't even notice, she was so stuck in her own head. “Oh. Right, we’re here…”

“We sure are.” He said, scratching his neck, his body weight moving from one foot to another. “Hey, before you get inside… I gotta know, are you ok, Ruthie?”

“Wha– yeah, of course.” She lied. Unfortunately for her Cater was a pro at seeing when people were hiding their true feelings.

“You can be honest with me, you know that, right?” He walked towards her, holding her hands gently as he tilted his head to get a better look at her face. “What is it?”

Ruthie looked into his eyes for a brief moment before she felt her face getting warm and she was forced to look down. She stared at their hands locked with each other, how much care she felt with the way he held her hands… she didn't deserve him, did she?

“Are you– are you not happy with our rela–”

“Never even think about that!” The blonde rushed to get that thought of his to perish, her voice way too loud. She put a hand to her mouth as Cater chuckled. Goodness, she had no self restraint, had she? “I mean… no, no I'm happy with our relationship, it's just…”

How could she even begin to explain herself?

“Go on.” He looked at her, encouraging her, and Ruthie melted in his gaze, a small smile showing on her face.

“I just… I'm not really used to this, it’s all so new…” she sighed. “I feel like... it's like I'm doing everything wrong…”

“What? Of course not, that's so silly of you!” Cater let out a small laugh that made Ruthie's stomach fill with butterflies. He cupped her face in his hand, a shy smile on his face. "Ruthie, you're the best girlfriend I could ever hope for." She tried to deny it, but he didn't give her a chance to speak. “If it's any consolation… I also think I'm being terrible at this boyfriend thing.”

Ruthie shook her head, holding his wrists and leaning her face in his hand. The ginger swore she could be able to hear his heartbeat with how loud his heart was pounding.

“No, you're wonderful. Trust me, you… you just make me so happy.”

With that, there was silence. Neither of them dared to speak as they simply stared at each other, their hearts going a mile per second and their faces growing red. Ruthie felt the need to look away, but she forced herself not to… Cater reassured her that she was fine, and he was having the same issues as her… so… she guessed it wasn't wrong to be awkward, right?

As long as their attitudes were from the heart.

With that, Ruthie moved closer to his face, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. It was so fast their lips barely touched, but the feeling was still there. His lips were softer and warmer than she imagined.

“Ok, bye!”

And just like that, she ran away. Despite Cater’s calls for her name she quickly unlocked her door and got inside, sitting on the floor and holding her face. She squealed as she kicked the ground happily, she did it! She did something romantic, this was progress!! See? She could do it!!

And his expression… he looked at her with so shock, but with so much adoration… Ruthie couldn't help but smile foolishly as she continued to squeal silently to not bother her neighbors.

She just hoped he liked it too…

•••

“There you are, how was your–” Riddle began before stopping mid sentence, looking at the boy up and down. “Cater, why are you so red–”

“GoodtoseeyoutooRiddlegoodnight!”

And the boy ran away.

Hello Mah! ☆

AHHHHHHH MAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! ♡♡♡♡♡

I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WROTE A CATHIE FIC??? FOR ME??!! OH MY GOSH IT'S SO CUTE!! ♡♡♡♡ (I'm gonna cry, ahhhhh!!)

THIS IS SO INCREDIBLY SWEET OF YOU!! ♡ THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! ♡♡♡♡♡

AHHHHH MY HEART!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡ CATHIE!!!! ♡♡♡

YOU DID SO WELL WRITING RUTHIE TOO!!! ♡ (She is a bit OOC here, but it doesn't matter lol This fic is sooooo good and so so cute, I'd love it no matter what!!!! ♡♡♡ Especially since you took the time and care to write it for me ♡)

AND UGHHHHH MY HEART, CATER!! I adored him in this fic!! ♡ So good!! ♡♡♡

I LOVE THIS!!! ♡♡♡♡♡

THANK YOU SO MUCH MAH!! ♡♡♡

Truly, thank you!! I'm going to cherish this (and reread it constantly) ♡♡♡♡♡♡

Thank you! ♡

[sunbadger]

Mini detectives / Chapter 3

Previous chapter Read on AO3

Rating: General audiences, no warnings apply Relationships: Levi/Erwin, Gabi & Falco Tags: Attack on titan spoilers, post-rumbling, Erwin is still dead, slice of life, mystery solving, a little bit of comedy.

Summary: There is an unsuspecting, wooden urn on Levi's shelf. Since it's incredibly rude to ask him about it, Gabi and Falco instead decide to investigate to find out who it belongs to, and why the flowers in the vase next to it change every week. First they stalk Levi, then they search his whole house, then finally go through all of his personal belongings. It's an ethical operation lead by detectives Gabi and Falco!

“Do you know Erwin?” she asked.

“Um…” Falco thought. “Erwin Smm… Uhh.. Smith?” He thought. “Was he commander?”

“Yeah, that’s why he’s giving all these orders.”

“I haven’t heard anything about him or… his death, though.” He fidgeted with his hands as they both thought up their own theories. Gabi groaned, but as she opened her mouth to whine further, the sound of keys in the door interrupted her. Both of them flew off the bed. Falco rushed to collect the scattered notes as Gabi tried to fit each book back into the shelf. Levi called for them from the hallway, and in a last ditch effort, Falco was shoved back onto the bed, book in hand, with Gabi soon joining him. Levi peeked his head through the entrance to the room.

“You were so quiet, I thought you went home.” Gabi swallowed her pride and smiled at him.

“Oh- Mr. Levi!” She grinned. He silenced as his eyes fastened on the book. “Oh this ?” She feigned ignorance, “Falco is uh- studying for history class.”

“Gabi…” Falco complained under his breath.

“Where’d you…” His face dropped, and for what felt like the first time, Falco saw genuine emotion on Levi’s face. “Be careful with that.” 

Operation 3: ..um… confront Levi?

Falco obediently handed Levi the book when he reached for it, the sudden shift in tone sending shivers up his arms. Levi sighed.

“Is this what you guys have been investigating the past week?”

“Huh?” They said in union. “What do you mean , investigating?” Gabi continued. The kids shared a worried look. They wondered what punishment would come next - whether they would get slapped or sentenced to another week of cleaning, but Levi began to laugh.

“What’s so special about Erwin?” he asked. They were unsure how to answer. Their cover had been completely blown by such a small mistake and neither were ready for this conversation yet. Falco gulped.

“You’re not mad?”

“If I was going to be mad, I would have been mad when you stalked me in the shops like creeps or went around touching my old comrade’s belongings.” His eyes made contact with theirs. “Almost thought you went into your rebellious phase and decided to rob me.”

“Oh…” Gabi said, sounding completely defeated. Levi’s fingers traced the cover of the book before opening it, seeing the notes all ungracefully bundled together between the front pages. With how much of a clean-freak he was, this would definitely be distressing - but once again, he just smiled.

“Did you two never learn how to ask?”

“I-It was my fault!” Falco spoke up. “I apologise!” Gabi nodded. 

Levi’s breath seemed to hitch for a moment when he read one of the notes. He slowly put it back, opting to look through the pages instead. His movements were precise, hands seemingly knowing exactly where to stop, before he got closer to the kids, turning the book their way. He motioned across the page.

“It’s a lot to read,” he said, “but it’s worth it to get a glimpse of his mind.” Levi’s fingers moved across a passage detailing the world outside the walls. “He was clever. Very clever.”

“Like Udo…” Gabi reminisced. Levi was silent for a moment, processing the girl’s words. 

“Like Udo,” he repeated, despite not being aware of who that name belonged to. 

Slowly, he handed the book back to Gabi, before going to pick another one off the shelf. It was a notebook, this time. Thinner, but even more cluttered with analysis and theory. His mind truly shined when it was no longer restrained to the awkward cramped space of a history book.

“At first, I thought he was crazy,” Levi admitted. 

“Yeah…” Falco agreed, before his eyes widened. “I-I mean! He had a very imaginative mind!” He corrected himself. Gabi raised an eyebrow.

“No, you’re right, Falco, that’s insane. Didn’t he have a job?”

“Gabi!” Levi shook his head.

“This was our job, Gabi,” he said, “more or less.” Gabi pouted. “Not like he was supposed to have these though,” he mumbled.

“Levi…” Falco questioned him. “You don’t ever talk about him.”

“Clearly, seeing as two little weirdos I know went through so much effort to find out about him.” He chuckled. “It never came up.”

It was true - Levi rarely, if ever, mentioned old comrades. When they asked around, he was always described as a distant and apathetic leader - but the Levi they came to know was gentle and kind. Falco wondered if that was how Levi was to Erwin, too.

“Levi-” Falco suddenly asked, “were you in love with Erwin?” 

Levi blinked. 

“What?” He raised his brows, furrowed them, tilted his head, clearly unsure of how to answer. He looked at Falco, then Gabi, then back at his book. For the first time, they were witnessing a speechless Levi.

“The lady in the flower shop talked so much about love,” he continued, “and you have all these weird notes from him. …If I were you, I'd have thrown them away.” Levi looked down into his lap, tracing the edges of the book. Gabi threw Falco a knowing look, both picking up on the silence.

“That’s…” Levi began, only to stop.

“Is it a secret?” Falco asked. After a few moments, Levi met his gaze. He had returned to his classic, chilling expression.

“Yes.” Falco nodded. “So don’t go around telling Reiner or anyone,” He shot a sharp look towards the boy. “Or else.”

“Y-Yes sir!”

“And I still love Erwin, not just loved.”

“Duh, Falco!” Gabi took the opportunity to chime in. “Why else would he be getting new flowers so often?” Levi looked to the side, suddenly losing the scary look. Falco wondered why it was so difficult to keep up.

“Is it… really that obvious?” He asked, carefully.

“W-Well,” Falco said, “maybe you should be more open about it! He was a great guy after all, right?” Gabi’s suddenly brightened face butted in.

“We can hold a memorial together!”

“No, no, no-” Levi stopped her. “Our secret, remember?” 

She stared at him for a moment, before giving him her best thumbs up.

“Our secret!” She exclaimed.

“Our secret,” Falco echoed. 

“Now help me unpack our groceries, you little rascals.”

The next day, the kids came by with a new set of roses: red, sappy, and full of love. The reluctant Levi was forced to display the eyesore on the shelf next to the urn, which was slowly adorned more and more with things that the kids thought resembled Erwin. They got a seashell to show him the ocean, a new flower pot painted with the colour of the sky, accessories featuring motifs of wings or birds, and a pretty rock that Falco picked out. Over time, Levi started adding to the shelf as well.

It was fine before, but the empty space around his memory of Erwin had transformed into a pretty display of the kids’ and his own love for what once was a powerful soldier, charismatic leader, and a perfect lover.

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BOLD THE FACTS✨ rules: bold what applies to your oc

i was tagged by @swearingcactus !!! thanks for the tag, ive been dying to talk about vance forever n ever...

⭐PERSONAL⭐

vance grew up in a corporate family of four. they all lived in charter hill for most of his relatively, unexceptionally happy childhood. he had friends, crushes on the cute neighborhood boys, the works. he was mistakenly assigned female at birth and transitioned, much to his family's surprised delight, just before he took his place in arasaka's netrunning ranks. before he went by vance, he went by penn.

vance would often sneak out of the house to explore westbrook's neighboring districts, usually so he could klep tech he'd need for his cyberdeck/homemade daemons, or just to dick around and fuck with people by hacking little objects like radios and holo-ads.

Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non-applicable

Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other

vance received a formal education growing up (given his family's corporate status) but he only ever finished a highschool level of education. he left soon after graduating and entered into a netrunning apprenticeship.

Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

working as an assassin/netrunner for arasaka has its perks! the rare times he was caught in the middle of some corporate espionage (ie: carrying out a hit), arasaka always had just the right alibi for him. and for the crimes he did get away with...well i imagine they keep his file under lock and key so good luck to the ncpd on bringing him in for anything :3

⭐FAMILY⭐

vance isn't close with his family. both his mother and father fought in the war; they were never unkind to him or his sister maya, but they lacked a gentle touch. worse, still, that they carved their own spot for themselves in arasaka and have held on tight since. both parents would work late, late into the night, not coming home until early morning, so vance rarely saw either of them to begin with. vance tells johnny, kerry, and his other romantic partners the same story: he cut off contact with his family, including maya, because he never wanted to be part of that life again. but the truth is this: he knows he isn't worthy of their shared surname, so why associate himself with it?

Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

vance and maya are both prodigies in their own rights. maya is a weapons specialist, particularly for smart tech. she's chromed up to the wazoo. she'd set vance's arsenal up for every hit that he'd carry out; that was the only thing they could really ever bond over. she didn't ask after him when he left and didn't go looking for him, either. she was the first person vance came out to, and the one to suggest his first name: penn.

Affiliation: orphaned / abandoned / adopted / disowned (kind of) / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable

⭐TRAITS AND TENDENCIES⭐

vance is autistic (im not projecting what!!!) so he has issues with remembering things and with socialization. he's a pro at masking and can talk with people at length--something arasaka taught him to do--but he has his off days where he goes out into the badlands just to be away from the overstimulating night city. he could go on forever about tech and rache bartmoss' books and kerry's music !! ask him about his daemons, he'd be happy to demonstrate them for u. he's pretty proud of his cupid daemon, but more on that sometime soon....

���extroverted / introverted / in-between

✨disorganized / organized / in-between

he was actually pretty meticulous in his netrunning days, but now he accumulates little piles of stuff in his apartment (including half-baked, work-in-progress daemons, among other things)

✨close-minded / open-minded / in-between

✨calm / anxious / in-between / highly contextual

✨disagreeable / agreeable / in-between

✨cautious / reckless / in-between / highly contextual

✨patient / impatient / in-between

✨outspoken / reserved / in-between / highly contextual

✨leader / follower / in-between

✨empathetic / vicious bastard / in-between

✨optimistic / pessimistic / in-between

✨traditional / modern / in-between

✨hard-working / lazy / in-between

✨cultured / uncultured / in-between / unknown

he has knowledge of some things, like enough to say confidently that he's 100% a eurodyne fanboy. but if you told him about certain BDs or games or the rest of the night city music scene, he'd just stare at you blankly.

✨loyal / disloyal / in-between / unknown

✨ faithful / unfaithful / in-between / unknown

⭐BELIEFS⭐

vance doesnt believe in a god or follow a certain religion. he grew up practicing something like catholicism; he only prayed with joshua stephenson before his whole fucked up braindance crucifixion because he thought that was the right thing to do. he believes in The Forces That Be but he doesn't care enough to put a name to them.

Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking

tech ghosts, mostly, like johnny--or the rogue ai beyond the blackwall.

Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking

Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking

Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

Philosophical: yes / no / highly contextual

he has his own personal philosophies, like his unwavering belief in luck and karma.

⭐SEXUALITY AND ROMANCE⭐

while vance's relationship (no pun intended) with romance is iffy at best, his personal philosophy vis-a-vis sex is that he's here to fuck nasty while he still can, especially with the relic on his ass. he doesn't care about being someone's one-time or frequent input (he's the latter, for river); this attitude, however, is pretty much a front because he doesn't know the first thing about romance, having foregone it entirely as a netrunner, and he's trying his best to mend that for johnny and kerry...

...that being said, his relationship with kerry is. weird. on one hand, he thinks kerry is only with him because of johnny (which is pretty possible). on the other, he kind of enjoys the way kerry looks at him like he hung the moon, even though he knows the other man is imagining someone else entirely. it's both nice and horrific to not be seen as v for once. he thinks, maybe, that's what it means to love.

they're in a happy relationship, they love each other, but they've got johnny's skeleton in the closet, and they're both trying to ignore it--johnny included.

Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

Sex: sex-repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

vance typically goes for masculine presenting individuals.

⭐ABILITIES⭐

vance is a great strategist, negotiator, and netrunner. while he isn't rache bartmoss or alt cunningham, he's good in his own right and learns fast. he relies mostly on his quickhacks, as his aim isn't capital p Perfect, but he also specializes in knife-throwing and sneaking up on people. he's not afraid to get down and dirty, either!!! the most he can draw is squiggles on his hands when he's bored (that, and/or stick figure renditions of johnny and kerry, much to the ghost's exasperation and kerry's delight)

Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor/ none

Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

⭐HABITS⭐

vance likes to party, likes to go to the bar after a tough gig and wind down--but only after a job. never during or before; he's made that mistake before, and he paid for it...literally. he lost a lot of good eddies that day.

Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / rarely / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic / former borderline alcoholic turned sober

Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker

he used to smoke on and off while working for arasaka, then quit when he left. he relapsed bc of johnny and has been trying to quite since, but he hasn't had much luck in that regard

Recreational Drugs: tried some / never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

was formerly reliant on tranquilizers and bounce backs, now just uses the latter to manage the seizures/pain the relic gives him.

Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / rarely / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

he has a bad habit of forgetting to eat and can go quite a while before realizing it, so he ends up eating whatever's readily available, like vending machine snacks.

Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

vance's biggest weaknesses are nice clothes and even nicer bikes. someone stop him before he buys out arch's entire catalogue please

Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gamble

whooowee that was a long one !! thanks for reading if you got this far :] won't be tagging anyone, so if you'd like to do this for your own oc, feel free !!