#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 🤪

[amethystwrytes]

Safe. (Part Five)

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin X Fem. Reader X Lee Minho

Summary: A broke ER Nurse offers up her services to a large crime organization in exchange for much higher pay and benefits that are unconventional, but lucrative. The life proves to be questionable at best, and downright isolating at worst which leaves her feeling unsure, unstable and dangerous. 

Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit depictions of sex (some chapters will be more explicit than others sexually). Violence. Blood. Trauma injuries. (Organized) Crime. Emotional manipulation. Discussion of murder and physical assault. Medical inaccuracy galore. Smoking. Past addiction. 18+ Only MDNI.

Chapter WC: 5K

AN: (1) Two chapters in one week feels excessive - but it's finished, and it’s Minho's BIRTHDAY after all, and also I think I’d like to start posting on Fridays anyway. (2) I don’t want to talk about the unspeakably preposterous and unbelievable practicality/mechanics of one of these smut scenes. You will know it when you see it and you will shush. *Suspension of disbelief rabble rabble*. Thank you, that is all.

~ PART FIVE ~ [Series M. List Here]

You’re setting the table for supper when you hear the key to the front door twist in the lock. Your stomach hardens and you eye Christopher sitting in the living room. You wonder when someone will be able to open your front door without you thinking that they’re going to come barreling through to hurt you, but it’s only Minho. 

“You can go,” Minho casually instructs Chris, who instantly stands and gives you a nod.

“Here,” you call Christopher over, and hand him a to-go box. You made way too much and even though you’re still sore at him for spilling your secrets, you want the man to eat. He takes it with a smile and a thank you, then heads out. 

Minho waits for him to shut it completely before joining you in the kitchen. 

“God that smells amazing, what did you make?” he wraps his hands around you from behind, his head dipping into the small of your neck and shoulder. 

“Spicy chicken, fried rice, and a cucumber salad because I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of you eat a fucking vegetable,” you smile. 

He chuckles, “You take such good care of us,” he smiles against your face before kissing your cheek. 

You briefly eye the front door, “Where’s Hyunjin?” 

Minhos cheerful expression fades for a split second, but he plucks a cucumber slice out of the bowl and corrects himself, “He went home to clean up a bit. He’s coming.” 

“You didn’t clean up?” you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Love, I’ve been doing this a long time, trust me when I say I’m clean as a whistle,” he explains. 

You shrug, “Okay, but it’s not polite to eat before everyone arrives, so put that salad in the refrigerator to keep it cool please,” you instruct as you slide the chicken and rice into the oven to keep warm. 

Minho does as he’s told, surprisingly, then looks at you, “I’m sorry.” 

Your brows furrow, “Sorry?” 

He nods, “I’m sorry for what I said to you in your room that day, I’m sorry for threatening to frame you for selling drugs out of the house, I’m sorry for ever giving you a reason to think I would hurt you.” 

You’d been thinking all afternoon of how you want to talk, of what you want to say to both of them this evening, but this you were not expecting. 

You let out a steady breath and nod, “I guess what I wonder then, is why? Why would you say those things? If you truly never intended to hurt me, then why would you say such awful things?” 

He presses his lips into a line and traces the streaks in the marble countertop. 

“Well?” you urge. 

“I’ve acted the way I’ve acted because I wanted you to hate me. You can’t lose people you love if you love no one and no one loves you. My feelings would be easier to resolve and manage if you hated me,” he smiles sadly, “but when you said you weren’t comfortable being seen with me, I realized having you hate me was exceptionally painful, so I did what I do when I get hurt or angry and acted like a fucking asshole. When you looked at me that day, scared and sad…I realized that I’d fucked up.”

“You are so…” you sigh, “Unstable. You know that, right?” 

“Yes,” he chuckles, “I’m aware.” 

You think of his wife and your heart aches for him again, “Were you ever going to tell me about her?” you wonder. 

His eyes widen a bit, he doesn’t need any clarification to know who you’re asking about. 

“Seola? I don’t know,” he answers honestly, “Probably…eventually. I don’t talk about her often, I don’t…I don’t like to. How did you find out about her?” 

“Jisoo did my hair and makeup for the Casino night,” you tell him, you can’t quite measure if he’s upset about you knowing or not, and you don’t want to throw Christopher under the bus, despite his loose lips. Jisoo feels like a safer option. 

He sighs, “Seola…I loved her with my whole heart. I told her early on that she should stay as far away from me as possible, but she wouldn’t,” he smiles. “When she was taken from me, I never thought I’d ever be able to have feelings for anyone else, I didn’t want to. Then you and I met, and at first I thought I could treat you like the other people I’ve slept with over the past few years, use you the way you were using me - for human contact, to feel good, but…” he trails off, unsure of how to explain it. 

“...but it feels like more,” you finish for him. 

“Yes,” he nods, stepping closer to you, taking your face gently between his hands, “it does.” 

He leans down slowly, gently, and kisses your lips. 

“Please don’t leave us,” he whispers, “don’t leave me.” 

“Then don’t ever make me feel like I need to be afraid of you,” you whisper back. 

“I won’t,” he answers. 

“Don’t let them hurt me again,” you add. 

“No one will ever lay a hand on you again baby, not as long as I’m breathing,” he promises.

You press your lips against his, pull his shirt with your fingertips, drawing him into you. His tongue traces the lines of your bottom lip and you greet it with your own. You melt as his hands roam your body, under your shirt to squeeze and caress the warm skin. You moan into his mouth and he pushes you against the countertops. 

You feel him falter and he pulls away, the two of you staring at each other; you wondering why he stopped, and him looking hindered by something unseen. 

“Do you have feelings for Hyunjin?” he asks. You were expecting this question from one or both of them at some point this evening, but it still hits you abrasively. You’re not willing to lie though. If you’re doing this, all of it, then there is no room for a growing pile of lies between you. 

“Yes.” 

“Do you have feelings for me?” 

“Yes, I do,” you nod, lifting your fingers to his hair to play with the dark strands. 

“That’s going to get extremely messy,” he warns. 

“Then it will fit right in, because all of this is a mess,” you say, looking hard at the floor. He lifts your chin up so your gaze finds his. 

“Is that really what you want? Both of us? I need to know.” 

You think for a moment, think about how you should answer, think about what his response is going to be. 

“I want you both.” 

“Is it because I’m not enough? Or because he’s not enough?” he asks, and you hear the defense in his voice, the blow to his pride and it pains you. 

You shake your head, lace your fingers with his, “It’s not that. Not at all.  You are both more than enough. It’s because you both make me feel things that I crave, because you are two polar opposite men, who make me feel so strongly, and so good when I’m with you but in such very different ways, and maybe I’m just being selfish, I know I am actually, but I don’t want to give up the way I feel when I’m with either of you.” 

Minho is about to respond when the knock on the door drags both your attentions away from the conversation. 

“It’s me, Hyunjin,” a muffled voice calls out from behind the door. 

You squeeze Minhos arm and he lays his hand over yours, giving you a halfhearted smile, but a smile, and that’s better than nothing. 

You cross the space and open the front door to Hyunjins sweet smile, the top half of his jet black hair tied up into a wet bun, the scent of his shampoo still fragrant. 

“Hi,” you smile. 

“Hi beautiful.” 

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Dinner starts out dreadfully silent. So silent in fact that you can barely touch your food. Minho and Hyunjin dig in though, stuffing chicken, rice and cucumbers in at an alarming pace that makes you smile. They’re used to silence, to awkwardness. They’ve learned to navigate it, thrive in it, and carry on regardless of the tension. 

“Well, I’d ask you both how your day was but I suppose I know,” you finally attempt a joke, but it doesn’t come out like you intended it to and no one laughs, including you. You grab the cold beer you served with the chicken and take a very long swig. 

Minho wipes his mouth with a napkin and gives you a soft, understanding look, “You wanted us here Love, it’s your meeting so to speak,” he says. 

Hyunjin looks between the two of you as he chews his food, he seems to understand he’s missed part of the conversation, the conversation you started with Minho but this is all ass backwards and not how you wanted to start your ‘meeting.’ 

“Alright, yes,” you clear your throat, “I do have things I want to discuss with both of you.” 

Both men take a break from eating and sit a little straighter, giving you their full attention. You realize now that your hope at a more casual conversation over food was a fruitless endeavor, these men are too serious for casual. 

“I realized something today,” you begin, “I’ve realized that despite what I’ve told myself the past several months, that I am part of this organization. I’ve helped all of you at one point or another, and maybe I’ve just helped in the least criminal of ways, but I have committed crimes with you whether I like it or not. I’ve heard things, I know names, I know what you’ve done, and the things you intend to do, I am an accomplice,” you say it out loud and although it makes it real, there is a part of you that’s relieved to say it to just get it out there. 

Neither Hyunjin or Minho say anything so you continue, “I was going to run, but I think that running away would just mean that I’m running straight into more trouble for myself, for one. But also…” you trail off, “but also, I don’t want to run away from either of you.” 

Hyunjin looks at Minho so quickly that you think it could give him whiplash, but Minho doesn’t react to any of it. 

“But before we talk about that, or what that means, or how to even navigate it, I have terms I’d like to lay out,” you look at both of them. 

“What are your terms Love?” Minho asks, all business, and you wonder if he’s about to produce a pen and notebook to take notes in. 

“First, I don’t like the way some of your guys speak to me as if I’m your personal fuck toy,” you say. 

“Seungmin.” 

Hyunjin and Minho say his name simultaneously. 

“Okay yes, Seungmin, but I don’t want him punished or whatever. I would just like it made clear that while we don’t have to like each other, we don’t need to speak so disrespectfully to one another, and not to sound like a child but he always starts it,” you take another swig of beer. Minho looks as though he’s holding in a chuckle and this puts you at ease a bit. 

“It will be made clear to him and to all my employees that you are to be treated and spoken to with absolutely nothing but respect,” Minho nods with a smile, “What else?” 

“I don’t want to know everything, I don’t need to know everything, but I also don’t want to be treated like Christopher - as just an employee who does as she’s told and is only told the bare minimum. I want to be trusted, and I want you to talk to me freely about things that you need to get off your mind, or things that impact me in any way,” you say. 

“Trust is earned,” Minho says, “but after everything you’ve been through, I believe you’ve more than earned it, so done.” 

“Finally,” you take a breath, “it’s been hard for me since the night I got attacked to be alone here, or anywhere for that matter, and I know you both have things that need done, that you can’t be here all the time, and I appreciate Christopher, and Jisung, and the others…but I want you two - not necessarily at the same time - but I want the two of you.” 

The room sinks back into that familiar silence again and you wait impatiently for someone to say something, you fork some chicken and stuff it in your mouth for something to do. 

“Fine, I’ll be the one to say it,” Hyunjin half laughs, “Are we talking about fucking each other or protection detail?” 

It’s Minhos turn to take an uncomfortably large swig of beer and you have to force the small bite of chicken down your throat roughly. 

“I…well…” you stutter, “In this specific moment I’m talking about who is here in the house with me,” you clarify. 

“And what about outside this specific moment?” Minho asks for more clarification and you realize that the time has come, whether you were ready for it or not, to tell them both what you actually want. Is it what you want? You’ve never attempted a relationship that had more than two people in it, but none of those relationships turned out very well so you can’t really cite them as reliable sources, can you? 

“Honestly?” you inhale deeply and let it go, “Honestly, I wouldn’t be opposed to having you both in the other way at the same time, I’ve never done that before, it would be my first time - but the thought of it makes me wet just imagining it.” 

Hyunjin bites his bottom lip and sits back in his seat. To say you’re suddenly feeling warm is an understatement, so you chug the rest of your beer then get up for another. 

“What do you think about that?” Minho asks Hyunjin. 

Hyunjin licks his lips and you think you might combust, “Well, it wouldn’t be my first time,” he says with a smile that might be a little too proud, “it could be lots of fun,” he says avoiding eye contact with Minho and only looking at you. You swallow hard. 

“How many times have the two of you…” Minho starts, but you answer before he can finish.

“Hyunjin and I have never had sex,” you tell him, trying to keep any emotion from your voice like how it’s a bit disappointing that you’ve not slept with Hyunjin, or how you’re scared that Minho will be upset if you’d said you had, or how excited you are that you might actually get fucked by both of the men sitting with you at this table. 

“Hmm,” Minho nods, “I see.” 

“What do you think about it, boss?” Hyunjin finally looks at him, “We both said we didn’t want to share after all.” 

Only Hwang Hyunjin could look at Lee Minho and say that without it sounding like a challenge, like a threat. 

Minho exhales slowly and shrugs, “It may be a shock to some, but I’m not a closed minded man, however, I am a possessive one,” he looks at you and chews on the inside of his cheek, his eyes narrowing with consideration, “so the answer to your question is that I’m not sure.” 

Your heart sinks a little, and you’re unsure of what to say. 

“We can work with possessive,” Hyunjin says, the corners of his mouth slipping into a coy smile, as if he’s flirting with Minho and your clit throbs, you can feel the way you’re soaked and you press your thighs together.

“Oh?” is all Minho responds with. 

“Mm,” Hyunjin nods, “I’m not a power player, I don’t have to be a top, I don’t have to be a bottom, I’m not picky, and you should know by now I’m very good at being told what to do.” 

You watch as Minhos expression changes, he looks at Hyunjin in a way you’ve never seen him look at any of his guys before, and then he looks at you, “You’re being awfully quiet now darling.” 

It takes you a solid three seconds to realize he’s talking to you, you’re gripping the neck of your beer so hard it might bust. 

“I’m just, thoroughly enjoying this conversation,” you grin. 

“How much?” he asks. 

Well. That was an invitation if you’ve ever heard one. You swallow your sip of beer and stand, shuffling out the wrinkles of your cotton skirt and step closer to him, “Would you like to see?” you ask, bunching up the skirt in your fists higher and higher until the tops of your thighs are exposed. 

Minho chews his lip as his fingertips trace delicate lines up your legs, finally disappearing beneath the fabric, pushing your panties to the side so he can swirl them in your arousal. You gasp, tilting your head back as he moves his fingers against you. 

“My, my,” he whispers, voice gravelly with want, and he looks as if he wants to knock everything off the table to fuck you on it. You wouldn’t be opposed. 

Hyunjin sits motionless on the other side, watching, and though you’ve never really considered how it would make you feel, you find that having him watch feels very good. 

Minho removes his fingers from your cunt and uses them to motion Hyunjin over. Your heart starts pounding. Hyunjin moves slowly, but you can see his erection straining against his pants. 

“So Hyunjin has never played with you?” Minho asks, his eyes on Hyunjin. 

“We’ve kissed…” you manage to speak between catching your breath. 

“But he’s never tasted you? Your pussy that is?” 

You shake your head back and forth. 

“Go on then,” Minho looks at him darkly, touching Hyunjins mouth with his fingertips, spreading your slick across his bottom lip. Hyunjin sucks Minhos fingers into his mouth hungrily, a groan escaping from somewhere deep in his chest. 

“I have to admit, knowing he’s not had you is pretty satisfying to me,” Minho chuckles, yanking his fingers from Hyunjins mouth, “I wonder how far I can push him before he comes undone?” he stands from the table, “Has everyone eaten? No ones starving anymore?” he asks the two of you and finishes off his beer. 

“Not for food,” Hyunjin comments and winks at you. 

“Then let’s go to the living room, shall we?” Minho grabs your hand and pulls you forward, Hyunjin following close behind. 

Minho kisses you deeply, then takes a seat in the armchair, “Why don’t you help our girl out of her pretty clothes?” 

“Gladly,” Hyunjin whispers, taking the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head, he tosses it across the room then drops to his knees as you unzip the side of your skirt. He helps you shimmy it down into a pool of fabric around your feet and you step away from it. Hyunjin looks up at you, his eyes scanning your body, and he hooks his fingers into your underwear, pulling them slowly down your legs. 

“Don’t even think about putting your lips on her, not yet, I say when,” Minho instructs from the chair. Hyunjin freezes as if that’s exactly what he was about to do. 

“Yes sir,” Hyunjin grins. 

You want to interject and say that if Minho doesn’t give the go ahead soon, you might be the one coming undone, but you stay silent, you’re not sure what to do anyway, and something in your gut tells you it needs to happen like this, for them, in order for Minho to be right with it. 

“Sit on the sofa, Love,” Minho tells you and you sit, like a good girl, on the sofa then look at him for further instruction. He laughs, “You look so eager darling, so fucking turned on, do you want me to be nice for you?” 

“Yes,” you nod frantically, “Please.” 

“Do you want him to taste your cunt finally?” 

“Mmhmm,” you keep nodding, leaning back into the cushions, kneading your breasts. 

“Spread your legs for him, so he can see how fucking gorgeous you are,” he instructs. 

You nearly go out of your mind watching Hyunjin crawl between your legs, his fingernails raking red lines up your thighs. Hyunjin looks behind at Minho for permission. 

“First,” Minho halts him, “take your shirt and pants off, you look dreadfully uncomfortable.” 

Hyunjin smiles and tears his shirt over his head, then stands briefly to remove his trousers before resuming his position between your legs. 

“Now, make our princess cum,” Minho grins. 

Hyunjin does what he’s told, but he also takes his sweet time, licking and sucking kisses on the inside of your thighs and you wonder if he’s savoring the moment like you. This heated, passionate affair that seems to have been building up since the night you sewed stitches into his side. 

Finally, he grabs hold of your thighs roughly and drags you to the edge of the sofa, “you ready Doll?” 

“God, yes…” 

His tongue is eager against your flesh, but in true Hyunjin fashion, is also quick, soft, controlled and deliberate. He was told to make you cum, and he’s honing in on that target like his life depends on it. 

“How does it feel, baby?” Minho asks and you manage to turn your head towards him, “let’s hear you.” 

“It feels so fucking good, he’s so good at it,” you whimper, looking back down at Hyunjin. His eyes lock with yours and you watch as his tongue appears and disappears between your folds. You rest your head back onto the sofa and moan, your hips beginning to move in time with his mouth, you’re so close. 

“She’s about to cum, I can tell by her face,” Minho smiles, and you nod, unable to verbally confirm this, “let go baby, cum for him.” 

Minhos deep, gravelly command paired with Hyunjins soft tongue lapping at you pushes you far beyond your capacity to hold yourself back. Your body quakes as your orgasm ripples over and over, your clit becoming so sensitive you have to physically push Hyunjins face away with your hands and plea with a quiet “stop.” 

Hyunjin is totally out of breath as he sits back on his ankles, he wipes his mouth with his arm, eyes dark, and looks at Minho. 

“How close are you to busting?” Minho chuckles. 

“Very.” 

Minho licks his lips, then unzips his pants, releasing his own cock from the confines of his clothes. He strokes himself gently then nods his head towards you, “Go on then, she loves getting fucked right after you eat her out, don’t you baby?” 

“Yes,” you groan, “Very much.” 

Hyunjin doesn’t hesitate a moment before ripping his boxers down and kicking them away, he takes your shoulders and shoves you down onto the sofa, propping one of your legs on the back and sliding between. 

“I don’t know how long I’ll last,” Hyunjin warns. 

“It’s okay,” you breathe, “you don’t have to make me cum again.” 

“Yes he does,” Minho says coolly from the chair, “yes he fucking does.” 

“Heard,” Hyunjin manages to tease. 

Hyunjin lines himself up with you as you dig your nails into his shoulders, desperate for it, needing it. He pushes in slowly, and your eyes lock as he fills you to the hilt. Your lips part and you wiggle a bit, urging him to move, he does. He’s going impossibly slow, his brows knitted together in concentration. 

“Fuck you’re perfect,” he moans, his hips speeding up just a bit. You can’t help but steal a look at Minho, who watches you both from the same chair he’s been sitting in, slowly stroking himself, lip tucked tightly between his teeth. 

You lift your hips a bit to meet Hyunjins thrusts, sliding your hands down his sides, around his thighs to pull him closer, deeper. 

“Hyunjin,” you whisper, his name a plea for him to do something, though you’re unsure of what. Feeling his cock drag in and out, hitting some delicious spot within, watching Minho look and hearing his little gasps every time you whimper or moan might actually be your undoing. 

Hyunjins movements become more desperate, more erratic, and you’re sure he won’t be able to hold himself back much longer. You take his face in your hands and he looks at you, “Make me cum,” you gently drag his hand down to your neck, his breath stutters as he wraps his long, delicate fingers around your throat to hold you down gently while he fucks into you. You push back with every thrust, causing a rough but welcome collision and you cum so hard around his cock that you can feel it in your very bones. You cry out, hips bucking just a bit off the sofa as you spasm around him. 

He thrusts into you only twice more before freezing, his breath escaping in a muffled moan as he buries his face into your neck. 

Hyunjin pulls you towards him and captures your lips with his.

“Perfect,” he whispers. 

Minho finally makes his way to the couch, Hyunjin moves aside, practically collapsing. 

“Feel better?” Minho smiles, rubbing circles on your legs. 

You nod, claiming his hand in yours to lace your fingers together. 

He looks between your legs, “You’re a mess,” he drags the back of his finger up your slit, swirling Hyunjins leaking fluids around your own. You shudder with a gasp at the stimulation. 

“Come, let’s go upstairs,” Minho stands and extends his hand to you; he pauses briefly in front of Hyunjin and stares, then caresses his jawline with his thumb, “you did good, impressive. Come on.” 

Minho leads you both into the master bath where he reaches into the walk-in to start a shower. You step close to him and start undoing the buttons of his shirt, looking up at him as he strokes your hair. You continue silently undressing him until the three of you stand totally naked in the middle of your steamy bathroom. 

Minho grabs your chin with his fingertips and draws you into him, his mouth desperate for yours and your lips crash together with urgent moans. In your peripheral you can see Hyunjin step into the shower and rinse himself off, he reaches out and tugs on you and Minho, who barely takes his mouth off you to shuffle into the warm water. 

“Is this what you wanted?” Minho asks in a grunt as he picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. “Wanted to be our needy little slut, so fucking pretty and sweet, getting fucked out by both of us?” he whispers as your back presses against the cold stone of the shower wall. 

You grin like the cheshire cat and nod, “Mmhmm.” 

Minho smiles and shakes his head at you before his lips overtake yours again, and you also feel Hyunjins hands roaming as he puts himself between your back and the wall, his body much warmer and less scratchy than the stone. You can feel Minhos hard erection sliding against your soaked pussy and your breath hitches. Hyunjins wet hands slide around your body and he fingers at your nipples, stroking and squeezing. Minho leans in and you watch through the steam as he takes Hyunjins mouth with his own, his cock rubbing against your clit as he positions himself to fuck you against Hyunjin. 

This exceeds even your highest expectation of what this experience would be like. Feeling Minho bouncing you on his cock while you listen to the two of them moan into each others mouths, Hyunjins fingers circling your clit gently while the other hand takes turns playing with your breasts and yanking your hair to tilt your head back for neck kisses. 

“Fuck,” you whine, the impossible ache inside you is building again, you can’t remember the last time you orgasmed three times in one evening, or if you ever have, but you’re going to. 

“Gonna cum for me Love?” Minho presses his forehead against yours, breathless, pumping his hips up into you. 

“Yes,” you half laugh in delirium, “Fuck, yes keep going…” 

You can feel his fingertips digging into the sides of your ass, feel how desperate he is to finish, you lean your head forward to kiss him, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth and biting as you reach your high. Your orgasm comes out in a choked gasp, your body completely spent, and you feel him pull out a bit and spill himself all over your cunt. 

Hyunjin washes you off while Minho catches his breath then the three of you, unbothered to put on clothes or even dry off, collapse on your bed, drops of water everywhere but no one caring. 

You’re not surprised that Minho pulls you in immediately, wrapping his arm around you tight - possessive. 

“I can’t believe that just happened,” you sigh, eyes already shut and sleep getting closer and closer to overtaking you. 

“Pleasure isn’t a bad thing people,” Hyunjin yawns, switches off the lamp, then flips to his side to properly sandwich you in. His long, lean arm draped over you while his fingers massage circles on Minhos shoulder. “It’s not this thing that has to be confined in a specific little box, used for one specific purpose at a time like it isn’t supposed to just be this fun, enjoyable thing-,” 

“Hyunjin?” Minho grumbles with closed eyes. 

“Yes boss?”

“Stop talking and go to sleep.” 

“Yes boss,” he laughs.

Endnotes:

I think I'm going to try to tag my taglist besties in the comments this time and see how that goes and where it takes us.

As usual, if you've made it far enough to read this, here's your virtual smooch <3

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You know how everyone thinks Timothee looked sick/tired during the Dune event last night? Maybe a fic where he’d actually not feeling well and has to miss it and he’s extremely bummed but reader wants to him to rest because he’s been working so hard for his next project Marty supreme and it’s taking a lot out of him. Physically and mentally.

Thx ☺️ love you 😘

🥰 I hope you don't mind a slight tweak where he did go to the event but came home wiped out and irritable.

Written from female reader perspective.

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You could sense Timothée's foul mood before he even reached the front door after the Dune 2 Q&A. It was evident in the little things - the speed at which he pulled into the driveway, how hard he shut the car door, the muffled growl when he dropped his keys trying to get inside. If he was a cartoon, you would have seen a little dark storm cloud floating above his head.

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The aura of the room changed dramatically as he stepped across the threshold. He never even verbally responded to your greeting. Instead, he flopped down on the couch next to you and laid his head on your lap.

You softly gazed down at the boy turned friend turned love of your life, trying to exude calming vibes to counter his ire. You noticed the purple circles ghosting his eyes masked the beautiful constellations of freckles you adored. Out of habit, you extended your hand to play with his hair, but you hesitated ever so slightly due its new shortness before diving into the longer locks at the top.

Timothée noticed, rolled his eyes, and sighed heavily. "I know, I know, my fans don't like it either."

You gently tugged his hair to turn his face toward you. "They don't understand how much you sacrifice for your roles. How much you put your heart and soul - and health - into your craft. I- I'm worried about you."

He scoffed. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not. You are exhausted all the time. I don't even remember the last time you came home happy. The last time you had the energy to go out on a date or a walk in the park or..."

You were interrupted by a low, exasperated grumble. Timothée sat up quickly and walked away from you to the kitchen island, all but slumping as he leaned with all his weight on outstretched arms on the counter's ledge.

Fed up, you continued. "Remember. I was here, watching you starve yourself for Beautiful Boy. I was here as you went straight from Bones and All to Wonka to Dune 2 to ACU, and now Marty, watching as your poured your energy into your fans and work instead..." you paused, unsure whether you should continue down this path. "Instead of us. I can't believe they still have you doing press for Dune anyway. Isn't it a bit overplayed by now?"

You instantly cringed, knowing you had crossed a line as you saw his shoulders tense, which blunted your surprise as Timothée slammed his hands down onto the cold marble counter with enough force to rattle the silverware in the drawers below. He turned on his heel, insult clearly written on his face.

"Over-? Guess which movies paid for that brand new car of yours in the driveway, huh? Or this house?!" he snapped back heatedly.

"Timmy, I-"

He held up his palm to cut you off. "No! I had to listen to you rant. Now you get to listen. Acting is the ONLY thing I feel a little bit good at. Take that away, and I-" his voice faltered. "I have nothing," he finished quietly.

In the deafening silence that followed, you visibly deflated, shrinking into yourself and hugging your knees on the couch.

"That's - UGH!" Timothée groaned and scrubbed a hand down his face. As you stared down at the plush carpet, you saw him tentatively pad closer in your peripheral vision. He sank to his knees when he reached the couch, looking up to lock eyes with you.

"That is *not* what I meant, Peach," he stated in a much calmer tone. "Without acting, I- I have nothing to offer. To you. The world. This face," he said, pointing to his own, "won't last forever. I have to make the most of it while I still look young."

"You're going to age prematurely if you keep up your current pace," you quipped tersely, breaking his gaze by moving your head to rest your chin on your elbow. "It won't be the end of the world to be typecast into the settled and married dad role, especially if that is what you are."

Your heart was nearly beating out of your chest. This wasn't how you wanted to tell him, but your emotions got the best of you.

Timothée sat back slightly. "I'm not a..."

You could almost hear the gears turning in his head. You shifted to look at him once again, your eyes now bloodshot from holding back tears.

"Dad?" he breathed.

You nodded. "I took a test this morning. Wanted to tell you when you got home."

"Oh. Oh, Peach! That's- I- " Timothée stammered. "You- we- we're going to have a baby?" he repeated with bewildered excitement. He practically launched himself from the floor, throwing his arms around you and peppering your cheeks with kisses while you laughed. He pulled back and held your face in his large hands, gently wiping a stray tear from the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

It was heartwarming to see genuine happiness light up his face once again, even if just for a fleeting moment before his eyes fell to the ground. "This should have been a happy occasion, but you are probably going to look back at this moment and just remember me yelling at you. One of the most important moments of your life, OUR lives, and I stole the wind from your sails." Now it was his turn to cry as he rested his forehead on your knees.

You gave him a moment to wallow, using the time to carefully think through what you wanted to say. You carded your fingers through his chocolate locks. "Timmy, you will *have* to slow down and take care of yourself if you are going to play a meaningful role in your child's life and mine. Pun intended. Is- is that still a role you want?"

Timothée moved to rest his chin on your knee so he could look up at you with his red-rimmed puppy eyes. "More than anything."

He pushed himself up from the floor to sit beside you on the couch. "May I?" he asked nervously, gesturing his hand toward your stomach. The corners of your mouth pulled into a soft smile as you nodded, to which he replied with a huge grin. *This* was how you had pictured this moment.

Timothée gingerly placed his hand on your belly and laid his head on your shoulder, idly rubbing semicircles with his thumb. He exhaled a contented sigh while you resumed watching the sitcom his arrival interrupted. Within just a few minutes, his idle movements ceased, and soft snoring began. Amused, you rested your cheek against the soft pillow of curls atop his head.

"Rest while you can, love," you whispered as you laid your hand on top of Timothée's on your stomach and let out a contented sigh of your own.

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[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.  

[aestheticaltcow]

No Phone Policy 6.0

The final part of No Phone Policy: I had a lot of different ending ideas for this, but low-key. The seasonal depression is hitting pretty hard, so we get an okay ending instead of a fire ending. There may be an epilogue, but don't quote me on that.

The Bear Masterlist

Previous Part

“What’s goin’ on, Y/N? You’re scaring me…” Mars begged as she kneeled beside you, brushing your unkempt hair out of your face. After what had happened with Carmy, you’d come to her downtown apartment. You didn’t answer her question. You closed your eyes and tried to take a breath, only for it to get caught in your throat.

Mars sighed and let you be in her guest room. 

Your Dad, on the other hand, had none of this. When Mars had updated him on what was happening, he was mentally preparing to go to prison for the rest of his life. He was going to kill Carmen Berzatto and happily admit to doing it. No one hurt one of his little girls and got away with it. 

He pulled up to you and Carmy’s house early that afternoon. He parked next to Carmy’s car and calmly approached the door. He remembered where the two of you hid your spare key and let himself in. 

“Carmen,” he called as he began walking upstairs, clenching and unclenching his fists as he vaguely remembered the layout of your home. He saw an open door and confidently walked in to see Carmy holding his granddaughter. Her eyes were wide as she furious sucked on a tie-dye pacifier, “Oh hey Marty. Y/N isn’t here..” Carmy trailed off awkwardly, unsure of how much you’d told your dad. 

“That’s Mr. Y/L/N to you, Carmen. Now, give me my granddaughter and start explaining what you did to my buggy,” he said authoritatively. Carmy sighed and handed Wolf off to him.

“Hi, gorgeous girl. You look just like your mommy- why is your mommy not here? Did your daddy do something stupid?” 

Carmy swallowed as he stood before Marty awkwardly, “We’ve been fighting… she has some fuckin’ postpartum thing. I don’t know- I wanted things to go back to the way they were, and I guess I pushed her too far. I didn’t hurt her- at least this time… she was ignoring me, and I grabbed her wrists, but this time, she fell down the stairs and ran off. She isn’t answering my calls, so I don’t know where she is.” 

Marty didn’t believe him for a dam second. “Be so happy I’m holding my granddaughter right now, or I’d beat the crap out of you, Carmen.”

Carmy nodded, knowing it was true, “Look, Mar- Mr. Y/L/N, I love Y/N more than I could ever. I’ve been killin’ myself over missing Wolf’s birth since she came out. I fuckin’ failed as a father and as a husband. I- I don’t deserve your daughter; I never have, and I never will. I just wanna talk to her. If she wants to leave, I’ll sign whatever- I just wanna see my daughter.” Carmy swallowed softly, suppressing the urge to cry.

~

Carmy dug through his closet that morning as Natalie sat on his bed, holding Wolf on her lap. “So, how do you want today to go?” she asked, wiping Wolf’s mouth with a tissue. Carmy huffed and pulled out a blue button-up shirt from the back of his closet. He was unsure if it would fit, but it was the ‘most court-appropriate,’ as Pete would say. 

“I dunno. Guess what were doin’ now?” he chuckled as he threw the shirt to the bottom of the closet still on the hanger. “Fuck it- I haven’t seen my wife in fuckin’ weeks. I’m fuckn’ tired of this shit. I want her to come home. I don’t wanna get divorced and fuckin’ share custody. I want her here, with Wolf, with me- as a fuckin’ family.” he scoffed as he moved to sit next to Natalie. “It took a year and a half to even get pregnant, and then I went and fucked everything up.” 

Natalie put her free hand on his shoulder and smiled sympathetically, “I can’t imagine what you’re goin’ through right now, Carmen, but I think if you stand there and speak from the heart, everything will work out.” 

Carmy shrugged and took Wolf from her lap. She laughed at the feeling of Carmy’s hands wrapping around her waist. He couldn’t help but smile at the sound, “You’re gonna have so much fun with Auntie Sugar… be a good girl, okay?” 

Carmy’s question was met with happy gurgling and a gummy smile. He smiled and kissed her before handing her back to Natalie, “Well, which me luck.” Carmy grinned as he excused himself.

~

When you entered the courtroom, Carmy felt his heart skip a beat. He didn’t realize how long it had been since he’d last seen you. You’d changed your hairstyle from what it had been to a shoulder-length bob; you also dyed it darker. Carmy swallowed when you took your jacket off. He hadn’t seen you in person for weeks, and as much as he tried, he could tear his eyes away from your chest. 

The judge called the hearing to start and began asking questions concerning the nature of the divorce. The words went through Carmy’s head, but he didn’t hear them. He was preoccupied with you. He noticed how you picked at your cuticles and kept crossing and uncrossing your legs and the glossy look in your eyes. You were on the verge of tears throughout the hearing, this was the last thing you’d wanted to do. Having your marriage dissolve. 

“Mrs. Berzatto, do you agree to the laid out terms?” you were brought back to reality when the judge had asked you the question. You looked at your lawyer who urged you to answer, you swallowed and finally looked at Carmy. When your eyes met his, everything flooded back. Meeting him at some bar all those years ago, your first date when he spilled both his and your wine glasses on you. His horribly awkward apologizes led him to info dump of how to get red wine stains out of cotton which led to the deeper conversation of how he’d been collecting denim with his brother since he was a teenager. Memories of laughing together, him attempting to help you with your homework, cooking dinner together at 3 in the morning, and just loving and being loved by him flood your mind. Being with Carmy was like being in a rom-com from the early 2000s.

“Y/N?” your lawyer asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. You took a deep breath and tried to say something, but no words could come out. “I-uh.” You stammered, “I’m sorry.” You managed to get out before quickly walking out of the courtroom, ignoring your lawyer's call after you. 

Carmy watched you hurry out of the room and then turned his attention to the judge. “May I?” he asked, gesturing to the door. “Be my guest, Mr. Berzatto.” The judge exasperated. Carmy nodded and quickly walked out of the courtroom to find you.

You were sitting on a bench just outside the courthouse with your face in your hands. He shoved his hands into his pockets and slowly walked to the bench. As he sat next to you, he heard you sigh. “Hi, Carm,” you said softly. 

“How’s you know it was me?” he asked playfully. He heard you scoff and watched you push your hands through your hair. 

“You always smell like smoke, spearmint, and old spice,” you answered, looking up at him. He chuckled, and you watched him adjust into a more comfortable position.

“You look good. How have you been?” Carmy asked as he turned to face you. You bit the inside of your cheek nervously. “Biting the inside of your cheek… am I making you nervous?” he teased. You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“Really shitty… I’ve been absolutely dreading this day all week.” you laughed as you finally looked up at him. “Who schedules a divorce hearing on a Friday afternoon? Sorta a weekend killer, isn’t it?” 

Carmy laughed at the sentiment, “A bit. For what it counts… I’m sorry for everything I’ve done.”

“Don’t apologize. I’ve been thinking a lot and…” you took another breath as you pushed a loose lock of hair behind your ear. I don’t know what I want to do.” 

Carmy’s eyebrows knit together as he shot you a confused look, “Do for what?” 

“Obviously, I don’t know what I want for dinner.” You sarcastically joked, “I don’t know if I want to get divorced.”

“What brought that on?” Carmy asked shifting in his seat moving closer to you. You copied the movement and thought for a moment before explaining. 

“Wolf, in all honesty. I look at her and I see you.” you laughed, “I don’t know if you know but Natalie sends me at least three pictures of the two of you together everyday.” Carmy chuckled at that, he hadn’t asked Natalie to do that but he appreciated it in the moment. “I don’t want her to have divorced parents and I-” you paused for a second “I don’t want to get divorced.” 

“You don’t want to get divorced?” Carmy repeated, making sure he’d heard you correctly.

“I don’t want to get divorced.” You said again. The comment left Carmy dumbfounded, “I’ve been thinking a lot, and I guess I realized you are sorry for all the shit you did. I said some really mean shit to you, and while it was somewhat deserved, I’ve been reflecting a lot, and- I don’t wanna get divorced. Do you?”

Carmy laughed at the obscurity of the question: “You initiated this baby. When I asked you to marry me, I meant it till death.” You sniffled at Carmy’s words and reached out for him. Carmy grinned and moved to hug you. Having you in his arms felt foreign, not in a bad way, but in an unfamiliar way. 

It wasn’t an overnight ‘get back together’. It took work, and the two of you were ready to do it.

[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.

[mrsportgas]

The Neighbor. Chapter 2

Summary: The story takes place in the real world. Shanks, your unbearable neighbor, makes you a proposition that you're unsure whether to reject. It could be the start of a friendship, or maybe something more?

SHANKS X YOU

WARNING: Except for the first chapter, the rest will contain scenes of sex and violence, making this fanfic strictly +18.

TAG LIST: @buggsclownie @commanderfreethatdust

"I'd rather freeze," I whispered to myself.

"Are you coming or not?" Shanks repeated as he approached the porch of his house.

"I'm not going into a stranger's house, thanks."

"You're friends with Luffy, right? Tell him you're at my place, and tell your friend too. Anyway, I don’t think I’m a stranger. I wasn’t going to do anything weird to you."

"That's what you say." The truth was, the cold I felt was unbearable. I figured if I told Nami or even Luffy and something happened, at least they’d know where I was. "Fine, but as soon as Nami arrives, I'm leaving."

Shanks left the bags at his door and walked over to where I stood, shielding myself with the umbrella. "Shall we?" He started walking. I had to jog a little to catch up and fit under the umbrella. As we passed by his car, I noticed it was the same Range Rover that had splashed me earlier.

"Hey! You were the one who drove through a puddle and soaked me!" I said, pointing at my drenched clothes. Shanks scanned me from head to toe with his eyes, licking his lips as he did. Realizing it, I felt so embarrassed. Was he checking me out? At that moment, I couldn't tell if it disgusted me or if I liked it.

I snatched the umbrella from his hands and ran to his front door. "Open up, I'm freezing to death, you freak."

Shanks hurried to the door, running his hand through his wet hair. Damn, he might be older, but he looked amazing. He quickly opened the door, holding it for me to pass.

"Don't look at my butt," I said curtly.

Shanks burst into laughter. "Do you ever relax? What do you think I am, some pervert? A kid like your little friends?"

I entered the house quickly, and honestly, everything was perfectly decorated. Every piece of furniture, every painting, was meticulously placed, and it was all beautiful. There were paintings, statues, and various trinkets from around the world, along with elegant rugs, sofas, and tables.

"Do you like it?" Shanks asked with a smirk as he leaned, arms crossed, against one of the tables.

"Don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m not as easily impressed as your other friends."

Shanks laughed out loud. "Come on, you'd better take a shower before you soak all the rugs in the house."

"A towel will do."

Shanks motioned for me to follow him to the bathroom. We went upstairs to a huge room with an even bigger bed, and behind one door, the bathroom. "There’s the shower and towels. Do whatever you want."

The bathroom was enormous, with a large shower and a jacuzzi. Clearly, the man had money, unlike our rented house where the faucet barely worked.

Once inside, I locked the door. I didn’t want that pervert opening it or trying anything. I took off my wet clothes, trying to spread them out as much as possible on a radiator on the wall. I took out my phone again to see if anyone had messaged me, but there was nothing. I called Robin, and finally, it started ringing.

"Y/N? Is everything okay?" Robin answered on the other side of the line.

"Are you with Nami? I locked myself out and can't get in," I replied, hoping Nami was there.

"HEY Y/N!!! COME HERE NOW!!!" I heard Luffy shouting in the background.

"I don’t have my keys, and my clothes are soaked. I need to wait for Nami to get home. Luffy, I’m at your friend’s place."

"Okay, Y/N, I’ll try to contact Nami, or if she comes here, I’ll tell her to bring you the keys," Robin replied.

"HUH? What friend?" Luffy could be heard asking in the background.

"Shanks."

"That’s awesome! Have fun!!! I didn’t know you two were hanging out!" Luffy responded without thinking.

"Luffy, he's just my neighbor, that's all," I said, knowing he wouldn't understand the situation and would keep thinking there was something going on with Shanks. "Robin, we'll talk later. I'm fine. I hope Nami replies soon."

"Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye out. Call me if anything happens."

We hung up. I grabbed a towel and got into the shower, cranking the water up to boiling. I really needed it; my body warmed up almost immediately. Shanks’ smile when he looked at me came back to my mind, and I found myself daydreaming about his body and that smile.

Someone knocked on the door. "I left some clothes on the bed. I imagine you’ll want to change; I doubt you can wear your own," Shanks said from the other side of the door.

"Thanks," I replied, unsure of what else to say and feeling embarrassed by my recent fantasies.

I finished showering and wrapped the towel around myself, slowly opening the door just in case he’d decided to wait for me in the room. But no, even the bedroom door was now closed. I quickly grabbed the clothes Shanks had left—a pair of sweatpants, a hoodie, and some slippers—and took them back to the bathroom to change, feeling secure knowing the door had a lock. When I was ready and mentally prepared, I checked my phone again, but still no word from Nami.

I hesitantly went downstairs. Shanks was in the kitchen, leaning on a high table while looking at his phone.

"Want something to drink? Are you hungry?" he asked, not taking his eyes off his phone.

"I’m fine, thanks," I replied, feeling a bit awkward, rubbing my arms to warm up a little more. "My name’s Y/N, by the way."

Shanks lifted his head and walked out of the room, returning with a blanket. "Here… Y/N," he said with a smile on his face again.

He placed the blanket over my shoulders, brushing my body lightly with his hands. I shivered, feeling his warm touch on my skin, and a part of me wished that moment would never end.

"So, Y/N, what brings you to this city?"

"My Ph.D., and you?"

"I work as a CEO for a multinational," he responded cheerfully.

"I see…"

"You know, I grew up with nothing, so when I realized I could use my brain, I worked hard to get all this so I’d never go hungry again, nor would my parents, although now it’s just me."

"Wow… I’m really sorry."

"Thanks, but I’m fine. As you’ve probably noticed, I spend my time traveling the world and working now and then, although I’ll be stuck here for quite a while," he added.

I responded with a kind of nervous laugh.

"What's your PhD about? What do you want to do with it?" he asked as he sat next to me at the high kitchen table.

We spent quite a while talking about my PhD, university, and our mutual friendship with Luffy. It turned out we had much more in common than we initially thought. So much so that I lost track of time.

"Are you hungry? I was thinking of ordering dinner," Shanks said suddenly, moving a bit closer.

"Actually, I am hungry, but I was supposed to meet my friends for dinner. I hope Nami replies soon."

"Well, I'm going to order something, and if you have time, you can have some. If not, no big deal." A big smile appeared on his lips again, making me blush. "What do you like?"

"Order whatever you like."

"Do you like sushi? Check this place out—they just opened. Let’s try it."

"Yeah! Luffy mentioned it yesterday, but they say it's the most expensive place in the city. I'll pay you half."

"You're at my place, you're not paying anything," he laughed.

"Then order something cheaper."

"I don’t care about the money. I’ll get this; it looks good." Shanks started picking out all kinds of sushi, condiments, and appetizers.

Suddenly, my phone started ringing. It was Nami finally calling.

"Y/N!!! I stayed late at university, and then my phone died, I'm so sorry! I just talked to Robin and charged my phone. I'm on my way now. Are you okay?"

"Nami! Yes, I’m fine, I’m at the neighbor's place. Call me when you get here."

"I just ordered everything. Consider it an apology for splashing you with the car," Shanks said with a playful grin. "If you want, sit by the fireplace so you can warm up while you wait for your friend."

We both got up and headed to the sofa. I sat on the end closest to the fireplace, and to my surprise, Shanks sat in the middle. Though I was feeling more and more comfortable, I had to admit that I was starting to enjoy his company.

After a while, the doorbell rang, and we both assumed it was the delivery. Shanks stood up and opened the door.

"Hey, old man, I hope you didn’t do anything to my friend," Nami said, walking right in without caring if she was invited or not.

"Your friend’s just fine, don’t worry," Shanks replied, surprised by her boldness.

"Nami! Let’s go home," I called from the sofa.

"So, it’s true you’re doing okay," Nami teased me, trying to get a reaction.

I got up, folding the blanket, and headed toward the door.

"I know we ordered food," I said, looking at Shanks.

"Don’t worry, you had plans with your friends first."

I smiled slightly, "See you around."

I followed Nami out the door, and we quickly headed back to our place, going straight up to my room. Nami closed the curtains quickly. "Tell me everything."

"Nami, nothing happened. He was just being nice."

"Y/N, you’re wearing his clothes…"

"Oh my god! My clothes… I left them in his bathroom…" We both burst into laughter. I recounted my little adventure as we laughed.

"So, you like him, huh?"

"Nami… He’s just our neighbor, and he’s nice, that’s all," I said, trying to brush off Nami’s mischievous grin. "I should go get my clothes and return his."

"Okay, so I shouldn't wait for you to go back?" Nami asked with a little nudge to stop teasing me.

"You can go ahead if you want, I'll go later."

The truth was, I felt bad since he had ordered dinner for the two of us. And honestly, I wasn’t sure why, but I wanted to keep talking to him. So, I changed my clothes and headed back to his door, ringing the bell. "I brought your clothes," I said as soon as he opened the door, hoping he’d ask me to come in.

"Thanks, that was fast," Shanks replied.

Seeing that he hadn’t picked up on my hint, I tried again. "Has the food arrived? I’m hungry."

"Aren't you supposed to have dinner with your friends?" But seeing that I wasn’t making any move to leave, he added, "Do you want to come in?"

Shanks stepped aside, leaving the door open for me to enter. I felt a small sense of relief as I crossed the threshold, returning to the warmth of his home. It was strange how such a short time had been enough for me to feel more comfortable around him, although there was still something about his demeanor that kept me on my toes.

He led me back to the living room, where a low table was now set up with all sorts of sushi, colorful rolls, and some dishes I didn’t even recognize. There were several bottles of sake and tea, and the fireplace was still glowing, casting a warm and cozy light around the room.

"Sake?" Shanks asked, lifting one of the bottles and pouring into two small cups without waiting for my answer.

"Just a little," I replied, taking a seat on the sofa while he sat down beside me, this time closer than before but not uncomfortably so.

I tried my first bite of sushi, and it was delicious. Luffy was right about the food, as always. Shanks watched my reaction with a satisfied smile.

"Good, right?" he asked, sounding confident.

"It’s not bad," I said, trying to sound indifferent, though I knew my expression gave me away. I couldn’t help but smile.

We spent the next few minutes chatting about trivial things: the food, Luffy’s adventures, and our lives before ending up in this city. Shanks spoke with such ease that, for a moment, I forgot about the age difference between us or the fact that, until a few hours ago, I barely knew him.

When we finished eating, he offered me more sake. I hesitated at first but accepted a second cup. I could feel the warmth of the alcohol starting to relax me, and little by little, my guard came down.

"You know, you’re different from what I imagined when I first saw you," Shanks said as he leaned back on the sofa, gazing at the fire in the fireplace.

"Oh yeah? What did you think?" I asked, curious.

"Well, when I soaked you with my car, I thought you’d hate me. Then, when you resisted coming into my house, I knew you had a lot of character. But you’re more… interesting than I expected. You have more layers, you know?"

"Layers?" I laughed at his choice of words. "Like an onion?"

"Something like that," he replied with a smile. "But seriously, I’m intrigued by what you do. The effort you put into your PhD, the passion you have for your studies… It's refreshing to meet someone with such clear goals."

His gaze locked onto mine, and for a moment, the atmosphere filled with a tension I didn’t know how to interpret. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but I wasn’t expecting it either. I couldn’t help but blush.

“I’m just trying to do the best I can,” I replied, attempting to steer the conversation away from myself. “And you? You must have had to work incredibly hard to get where you are.”

Shanks set the sake glass on the table and got comfortable, now looking at me directly.

“Yeah, but I’ve also been lucky. I think in life, you have to be in the right place at the right time… and know how to seize opportunities when they come.”

I felt the weight of his gaze, making the air feel thicker. We were sitting closer now, and the spark in his eyes wasn’t something I could easily ignore.

“And what do you plan to do now that you’re here for a while?” I asked, trying to break the silence that had formed between us.

“Right now?” he asked with a small smile, as if he knew what I was trying to do. “I suppose I’ll take the time to enjoy the company… and see what comes up.”

I couldn’t help but notice the hint in his voice. I bit my lip, feeling the atmosphere fill again with that strange mix of attraction and hesitation.

Suddenly, the sound of my phone vibrating on the table broke the tension. It was Nami.

“Excuse me,” I murmured as I picked up the phone and stood to answer it. Looking at the screen, I saw a message:

Nami: “Are you coming in the end? Everything okay?”

I looked at Shanks, who was still watching me with that same smile on his lips, then back at Nami’s message. I hesitated for a moment, then typed my response.

Me: “I’m fine, don’t worry. I think I’ll stay here.”

I put my phone away and turned back to Shanks, who had now also stood up.

“Everything okay with Nami?” he asked casually.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I told her I’d stay a bit longer. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” he replied as he slowly approached, his eyes still locked on mine. “In fact, I’m glad you decided to stay.”

I felt a slight shiver run through me, but this time it wasn’t just from the cold.

Shanks was slowly getting closer. I could feel his presence filling the space around me as his gaze remained fixed on mine. The warmth of the fireplace still filled the room, but it wasn’t the only thing making my senses sharper.

Without a word, Shanks sat down next to me on the couch, closer than he had been before. His fingers brushed against my leg with a softness that surprised me. It wasn’t intrusive, but the warmth of his hand on my bare thigh, right where my sweatpants left the skin exposed, made me hold my breath. I glanced down, seeing his hand moving slowly as he traced soft circles with his fingers.

“Are you comfortable?” he whispered, his voice low and deep, filled with a sweetness I hadn’t expected.

“Yes…” I replied in a murmur, my body reacting faster than my mind could process. His hand moved up slightly, now caressing my arm with the same care he had shown on my leg. His touch was gentle, almost as if testing the limits.

The contact was disconcerting but also exciting. My thoughts tangled between the sensation of his fingers on my skin and the uncertainty of what would come next.

I could feel the tension building in the air, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. I bit my lip, trying to organize my thoughts, but the moment felt as if it were about to burst in any direction.

Just when it seemed everything was about to overflow, Shanks slowly withdrew his hand, giving me space and a smile full of intention. “It’s late now. Shall I walk you home?”

I wasn’t sure how to interpret his words, but I nodded. “Yes, that would be best. Thanks for dinner and for letting me stay here a while.” I stood up, feeling the warmth of the fireplace and the touch of his hands still lingering on my skin.

Shanks grabbed the jacket he had left on a chair and offered it to me. “It’s cold outside. I don’t want you getting wet again.” I put it on, grateful for the gesture. We walked together to the door, and with a subtle motion, Shanks opened and held it for me to pass through.

The night air was cold, but less biting than it had been earlier. We walked in silence the few meters separating our houses. When we reached my door, Shanks stopped and looked me directly in the eyes.

“It’s been a good night, Y/N. I’m glad you came.”

“Yes, it was… interesting.” I smiled shyly. Though the air was still charged, the proximity to my door made me feel a bit safer.

“Goodnight, Shanks.”

“Goodnight, Y/N. Sleep well.”

I watched as he turned and crossed the street back to his house. When his door closed behind him, I sighed and opened mine, climbing the stairs to my room, my mind still swirling from the events of the night.

The next morning dawned fresh and quiet, and to my relief, I didn’t have any academic commitments. Nami, Robin, and I had planned to go out that night. A new nightclub had opened in town, and we had decided it was the perfect occasion to dance and forget about the hectic week we’d had.

Around nine at night, we gathered at the apartment. Nami, as always, looked stunning in a tight dress that fit her perfectly. Robin had opted for something more casual but equally elegant. I, for my part, had chosen a fairly sexy but flattering dress, not wanting to go unnoticed.

“Ready?” Robin asked as she touched up her makeup in front of the mirror.

“Yes, let’s go. I need a couple of drinks to relax,” I responded, still thinking about what had happened the night before with Shanks. I hadn’t shared all the details, just mentioned that I’d had dinner at his place, but Nami kept making playful comments whenever she had the chance.

We walked together to the nightclub, which was already packed. The neon lights and the music pulsed through the air, making the floor vibrate beneath our feet. We entered, and soon we were lost in the crowd. As we danced and laughed, I began to relax. The rhythm of the music made me forget, for moments, the nervousness I had felt since the night before.

Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure at the bar. Shanks. He was surrounded by a group of friends, all laughing and drinking, clearly enjoying the night. He was wearing a tight black shirt that highlighted his physique, and his red hair was slightly messy, giving him a carefree, seductive look. I froze.

“What’s wrong?” Robin asked, noticing my reaction.

“Nothing, it’s just… Shanks is here,” I replied, discreetly pointing toward the bar.

Nami turned and saw him. “That’s Shanks? Wow, I didn’t expect to see him here,” she said, smiling mischievously.

“Are you going to say hi?” Robin asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“I don’t know… I don’t want him to think I’m following him or something,” I replied, feeling a bit awkward.

“Oh, don’t be silly. Let’s go to the bar anyway, I need a drink,” Nami said, already pulling us by the hands toward where Shanks was.

As we approached, Shanks looked up and saw me. A wide smile spread across his face, and he stepped away from his group of friends to come closer.

“Y/N, what a surprise to see you here,” he said, his voice rising above the music.

“Hi,” I responded with a nervous smile. “We came out to have some fun.”

“Do you want a drink? My friends and I have already ordered a bit of everything. Help yourselves, girls,” he said, also addressing Robin and Nami.

“Yes, sure, why not?” I replied, feeling my nerves intensify. Shanks offered me a drink and gestured for me to join him in a quieter area.

While Robin and Nami stayed chatting with the rest of the group, Shanks and I found a corner where the noise of the nightclub wasn’t as overwhelming. We sat on a couch, our legs brushing accidentally.

“I thought about you today,” Shanks said suddenly, looking at me intently.

“Oh, really? Why?”

“I felt like our evening was cut short. I was tired, but I wanted more. How about another dinner? What do you say?” he asked, his tone serious but filled with a slight provocation.

I stared at him, feeling that same tension from the night before returning all at once.

“That could be a good idea,” I replied, smiling shyly.

Suddenly, Nami appeared abruptly, dragging Robin by the arm. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

Shanks leaned toward me, whispering, “I’ll see you later. Enjoy your night.” With that, he stood up and returned to his friends.

Nami pulled us toward the bathroom. “Girls, emergency. One of the friends from next door is my PhD advisor.”

“And what’s the problem?” Robin asked, confused.

Nami blushed instantly. I already knew what was going on.

“That’s why you stayed so late the other day and didn’t answer my messages. You like him!”

Nami quickly covered my mouth as if anyone could hear us. “Maybe, I don’t know.”

“He’s very handsome,” Robin said

The three of us laughed and took the opportunity to tease Nami for a while, returning all the comments she made to us daily.

“Girls, I’m going to refill my drink, I’ll be right back,” I said, noticing that the drink Shanks had given me was empty.

As I approached the bar, Shanks and some others from his group were laughing and chatting with a group of girls. One of them, in particular, couldn’t stop touching and flirting with him, and Shanks didn’t seem to mind much.

I timidly approached the bar and ordered my drink. Suddenly, someone put their arm around my shoulders.

“Y/N, I didn’t expect to see you here… are you stalking me?”

Kid.

“Kid,” I said, rolling my eyes. “What do you want?”

“Are you alone? Come with me outside for a while, let’s talk,” he said, grabbing my hand.

“No, I’m with friends, thanks,” I replied.

I grabbed my drink, intending to find my friends and leave. I spotted Nami and Robin, who had joined the group and were each talking with one of Shanks’ friends.

Kid pulled me toward him, gripping my hand tightly. “Who did you come with? Your new boyfriend? I bet he’s got nothing on me. I’m better,” he said.

I tried to pull away from his hand, but his grip was strong. “Come back to me, or I’ll break that idiot’s face.”

“Leave me alone, Kid.”

“Come on, who is it? You probably made him up,” he said, loosening his grip just slightly but not enough for me to escape the situation.

“Him,” I said, pointing at Shanks.

Kid burst out laughing. “Yeah, right, like anyone would believe that. Prove it, then. Go over there and show me you’re with him, and I’ll leave you alone.”

I turned and saw the worried looks on my friends’ faces and Shanks glancing in our direction.

Kid let go of my arm, and I used the opportunity to escape from him.

“I’m waiting, Y/N,” he shouted after me.

I had to do something; I had to get rid of him. I downed my drink in one gulp to gather the courage and make a decision. Okay.

I quickly made my way through the crowd toward Shanks. He greeted me with a look of surprise, though there was an intense look in his eyes, scanning me from head to toe, not missing a single move I made.

I got closer, and Shanks instinctively leaned toward me, much to the astonishment of the girl who was gripping his bicep. Without thinking about the consequences, or anyone else around us, or even what Shanks might think or want, I grabbed him by the neck. My hands moved to his face, and I quickly pressed my lips toward his, not giving anyone time to think about what was about to happen.

Our lips fused together passionately. Shanks grabbed my waist, and his other hand moved to my hair, gripping it firmly. After a moment, his tongue pushed past my lips, deepening the kiss with fiery intensity while his friends began cheering and laughing. I was so embarrassed that I pulled away from his lips. Shanks let go of me, but his gaze lingered on my wrist.

“Did he hurt you?” he asked with concern.

I looked down at my wrist, which was red from Kid’s rough grip.

“What happened, Y/N?” he asked again as I remained silent.

The ringing in my ears grew louder and louder. I had been too impulsive, and now everything was crashing down on me.

Shanks took my other hand and led me to a quieter part of the bar, where the atmosphere was calmer.

“Are you okay pretty? Do you want me to take you home?” he asked gently.

I shook my head. I needed to calm down and get back to normal. I didn’t want to ruin the night.

“Who is that guy?” he asked again, his tone more relaxed, as he moved a little closer and gently massaged my back.

“He’s my ex. He won’t leave me alone,” I said, closing my eyes, trying to clear my mind. “I’m sorry about earlier. I was stupid. I shouldn’t have kissed you without your permission.”

Shanks leaned in even closer, slowly pressing his body against mine, and once again, his lips met mine with great passion. He kissed me for a few seconds, then moved toward my ear.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered while gently biting my ear.

I nodded, completely surrendering myself.

He lifted my dress slightly, slipping his hand under it and grabbing my butt firmly, massaging it while he returned to kiss me again, fiercely.

NEXT CHAPTER

[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.

__

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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