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maliland · 6 months

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CORNELIA STREET

"i'm so terrified of if you ever walk away, i'd never walk cornelia street again."

barbie(s): e-42 miles morales & black fem reader

includes: angst

synopsis: following your breakup, you and miles meet up one last time to finish packing up the apartment you formerly shared.

wc: 3559

divider credz: @/bunnysrph a/n: i'm happy y'all liked my last fic!!! this fic is a one n done, so no second part. idek what fluff is 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ they’re sayin angst is good for the soul. i proof read this time, but i can't promise that there aren't any mistakes. enjoy! <3

teary-eyed, you sealed off the last box. it felt like that alone solidified everything, and the harsh reality would soon settle in: after today, you would never see miles morales again.

the bedroom you were in was dimly lit by the single lamp you had plugged in earlier because the clouds were a reflection of your mood, gloomy and dark. you felt a bead of deep sorrow roll down the right side of your face and hastily swiped it away. you sniffled, and you hated how the sound bounced off the walls that were now covered in nothing but the paint, as if they were taunting you.

you glanced around the relatively dark and empty room. though the space was now vacant, those four walls held the sacred exchanges and cherished memories that you and miles shared within them. you’d rather forget every single one, good or bad.

you wanted to forget all of the netflix shows you and miles binged in bed, or the mario kart you’d somehow always beat him at. you wanted to forget the late nights that you spent tending to his wounds, or consoling him when he was missing his father more than usual. you wanted to wipe your mind clean of each and every thought that involved your ex-boyfriend and lock them in a box. every one of your thoughts was miles. your head would forever be silent, but you were okay with that. you craved peace of mind more than anything else.

you stared at the box for a moment before you slid your fingers into the makeshift handles that were cut out on either side and stood up. you tried to make your face look as neutral as possible as you made your way to the living room. while you sauntered down the hallway with heavy footsteps, the wood beneath your feet squealed and creaked. you found yourself expecting to be met with the familiar picture frames of you and miles that usually hung from the wall, but you weren’t.

you mentally beat yourself up for even hoping for such a thing. it’s been two months since you two broke up. you should be focused on finishing up the move anyway, not reminiscing over what would never be.

in the living room, miles was taping up all of the bigger boxes. some were his, while others were yours. he insisted on doing most, if not all of the heavy lifting. you were in no mood to argue about it, so you just let him. you walked past miles without saying anything, setting the last one of your boxes from the bedroom by the front door. you then made your way to the kitchen where your water bottle was sitting on the counter next to a box of pizza that you hadn’t seen before.

“i didn’t know you ordered food,” you said, opening the box and waiting for miles to respond before you took a piece, just in case he didn’t want you to. the pizza appeared to be untouched. you took a few sips from your water bottle and pursed your lips, swallowing hard. every interaction with miles was an awkward one.

“yeah,” he stood up and turned to face you. “it got here, like, five minutes ago. you can take some if you’re hungry.”

you capped your water bottle. “i think i’ll just take some home.”

“that’s fine,” he retorted flatly. he almost immediately went back to taping up boxes.

you placed your water bottle back down on the counter and tapped your index fingers against the surface of the counter rhythmically before clearing your throat. you only declined eating right then because you knew water was the only thing you could keep down, and even that was threatening to make an escape.

“thanks, by the way.”

“it’s nothing,” miles was silent for a few beats. you watched him carefully, silently yearning for the boy you missed tremendously. he cut off a long strip of tape from the roll and pressed it against one of the boxes. “aight, let’s take all of these to the u-haul trucks. i’ll put your heavier boxes inside for you. we can just put the smaller boxes in our cars.”

you nodded and joined miles in the living room once again. over a span of forty minutes, you moved boxes from the living room to the u-haul truck. all you could think about while you did was how just three years ago, you and miles were moving boxes into the apartment. it happened to work out because your universities aren’t far from each other. you remember being so excited that you could barely even focus on moving any of the boxes. you were so convinced that miles was the one, and that the cozy apartment that you’d made yours to share was one of the many estates that you’d share in the future. push came to shove and your dream was unfortunately cut short. you’d have to find something else to fantasize about.

“you need any help moving furniture into your new place?”

“oh, no,” you smiled awkwardly. “i already have a few of my friends helping me out, so i’ll be good. thank you, though.”

miles hummed in acknowledgment and went back inside. for a moment, you stared at the front door and watched it close. you blinked a few times then shook your head, redirecting your focus back to putting the last few boxes in your car. you strolled over to your trunk and put the box down on the curb beside your tire and all of the other boxes so you could open it.

loading the remainder of the smaller boxes took maybe six minutes. by the time you closed the trunk, miles was back outside, loading his own boxes into his own car. you fought the urge to watch him as he did. you knew that’d be ridiculous.

you reminded yourself that you were the one who initiated the breakup, not miles.

when you found out about miles being the prowler, you were both still in high school. he made it seem like a temporary job. you sympathized with him because you knew him and his mama needed money, but you were always on the edge regardless. you would lie awake at night, anxiously waiting by your phone for that text message that confirmed your boyfriend’s safety. some nights you only had to stay up until ten, while others robbed you of sleep completely.

miles would often miss class, dinners with you and rio, or your dates due to prowler business. you were always covering for him when it came to his mom asking if you knew where he was, and you hated having to lie to her. miles had explained to you that what he does wasn’t something he could just quit like a normal job, because his job wasn't normal. despite your iffy feelings about it, you brushed it off and kept it pushing.

the hope and the lie that this wouldn’t go on forever was the only thing keeping you going.

soon enough, college finally rolled around and you two rented your first apartment on cornelia street. being with him each and every day made you realize something; you were starting to understand that miles didn’t have any intention to retire the mask.

things started to get serious. miles would not only come home late, but injured. he’d climb through the window to your shared bedroom with cuts, grazes, and sometimes deep stab wounds. you couldn’t keep staying up until the early hours of the morning playing nurse after wasting away time wondering if miles was going to come home or not.

the night he returned to you after not coming back for two whole days was the same night you called it quits. you had been getting less and less of what you needed, and instead, growing increasingly stressed. as much as you loved miles, you didn’t want to live in fear for the rest of your life. you sat him down and explained that as you tended to his severe wounds. maybe you should’ve waited, but you were beyond angry.

though you were firm in your decision, that didn’t make it hurt any less. it almost hurt more because you were the one that did it. there was nobody else to blame because you were the one who had given up, at least that’s how you saw it.

“hey,” miles approached you. “i’m gonna head out now. you got everything?”

“yeah,” you replied, looking back at your car behind you, then up at the sky. “i’m actually about to leave too.”

“cool, cool,” he nodded. “i’ll see you around.”

“see you,” you waved gently as miles turned away. after one left to right, you put your hand down.

part of you expected more to come out of your last goodbye when in reality, there was nothing more to expect.

you didn’t stick around to torture yourself by watching miles leave. instead, you wound up in the living room of the apartment again. the emptiness of the room was daunting. you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that starting tomorrow, the apartment wasn’t yours and miles’ anymore. someone else’s name would soon be on that lease. if they were anything like you and miles were, there’d be two more names on the lease. two more sets of memories to be made in every single room.

maybe they’ll bake snickerdoodles at three in the morning like you and miles did, or go on christmas movie marathons when halloween hadn't even passed yet. maybe they'd match halloween costumes when it finally arrived. maybe they'd go to carnivals and hang the strip of pictures from the photo booth on the wall.

hopefully they wouldn't end up like you two.

❤︎₊ ⊹

about an hour later, you finally found it in yourself to leave. your u-haul truck was probably at your new place by now. your friends were coming over to help you unpack, and you still had to turn in your key to the landlord. on your way out, you noticed that the box of pizza from earlier was still on the counter. you went over to the kitchen and opened it to find that the pizza was still untouched. it's rare that miles ever forgets things. he had to have left it for you.

you closed the pizza box and left through the front door. for the last time, you locked it. you carried the box to your car and placed it in the passenger seat. when you closed the door, you got a sinking feeling in your stomach because you knew you'd never drive back there again. you didn't ponder on it for long before your eyes widened. you remembered you'd left a box in the guest room. you'd always been the more forgetful one, after all. you dashed back to the front door and quickly unlocked it. you hurriedly made your way to the room and sighed in relief when your eyes landed on what you were looking for. you picked up the box and groaned in annoyance when you realized it was a heavier one. complaining would only make the process longer, so you sucked it up and brought the box outside to your car.

suddenly, you felt something wet on your face and your eyebrows knitted together. you glanced up at the sky, now noticing that the clouds appeared darker, and the smell of rain was more prevalent than it was before.

“it’s not supposed to rain until six,” you thought, wiping the tiny drop of rain on your face with your sleeve.

by time time you'd managed to fit your box in the trunk with all of the others, the rain was pouring at an increasingly fast pace, drenching your phone, your outfit, and more importantly, your freshly braided hair. you pursed your lips and slowly closed your eyes. a desperate attempt to search for the patience to keep it together was made, but you broke down, weeping in agony instead. you’d suffocated your desolation deep in your being for far too long, and it wanted out. you had only kept it in because you didn’t think you needed to cry over miles as much as your body wanted you to. you figured that since your breakup was final and beneficial for the both of you, there was no reason to dwell on it. you preferred to let your sanity dwindle. even when sadness engulfed you the most, you refused to provide it with an outlet. the lumps in your throat that you had always swallowed felt like rocks, and your eyes had grown tired of you dismissing your tears back into your eye sockets with rapid blinking movements.

you wanted nothing to do with the breakup in general. you really despised the look your loved ones gave you every time you had to break the news of your failed relationship to them. most people would appreciate the pity and constant check-ins, but you deplored them. you only wanted to feel normal again. it was already bad enough that you couldn't feel whole without miles. you didn’t need people to remind you of that.

you stood there on the curb stiffly, letting the drops of rain mask your tears as they fell. you felt lost right outside of what used to be your home. if your friends weren’t back at your new place awaiting your arrival, you probably would’ve stayed in that same spot for a little while longer. collecting yourself would take a minute, though.

you wiped your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie, your mascara staining the fabric black as a result. you closed your eyes and breathed out, preparing to bury your feelings deep once again and walk to your car until you noticed there wasn’t rain soaking into your scalp or running down your face anymore. looking down at your feet, you could still see raindrops bouncing off of the ground. when you raised your head, you were greeted with a black umbrella towering over you. you reluctantly turned around to see none other than miles standing there before you, his grip firm on the handle of the umbrella.

even if miles didn't show it in his expression, you knew you looked a mess. you didn't need a mirror to know that your edges had lifted. your neat, spiraled swoops were now untamed strands that were just barely sticking to your head. the rainwater weighing the flyaways down was the closest thing you were getting to a hold. that wasn't the only part of your appearance that was in disarray. due to the profuse tears you'd just been crying, there were streams of mascara trailing down either side of your cheeks. you wiped them away and sniffled. to top it all off, your sweatshirt and your favorite pleated jean skirt were both doused in water. you really didn’t want miles to see how messed up you truly were over his absence. you began to fidget with the bracelet around your wrist, opting to feign your normal expression like everything was okay. it's not like miles could tell you were crying anyway. the rain may have fucked you over before, but it was doing you a service now.

“did you leave your pizza?” you asked. "it's in my car."

“i forgot my jacket inside of the apartment,” miles held it up in his other arm.

“oh,” you nodded, avoiding eye contact at all costs. it’s what you did every time you spoke now. you entered each room multiple times before you left. you hadn't seen his jacket anywhere. “well, i was actually just about to go.”

“you were standing idly in the rain,” miles retorted. his eyebrows lowered in a mix of both worry and confusion.

“well, i—“

“you hate getting your hair wet, especially when you just got it done,” he interrupted you. “you also said you were about to leave back when i was leaving.”

your mouth hung open for about three seconds before you closed it. you had completely forgotten what you were going to say before miles cut you off. you didn’t even expect him to notice that you’d gotten your hair done. miles always had been attentive to you, but you expected him to pay little to no attention to you now.

“i did say that,” you confirmed, rubbing your thumbs against each other as a release for your nervousness. “but obviously i haven’t left.”

“why’s that?” miles angled his head. he was peering into your face like he was determined to uncover an answer without you having to utter a word. it made you nervous. “you need help with something else?”

“no, miles,” you exhaled, the never-ending interrogation making you restless. you somewhat felt like you were in high school again. for a split second, you were thrown back to the days when you first started crushing on miles. “i lived here for a while. i’m just gonna miss this place, that’s all.”

miles noticed that you were dodging his eyes. he clocked it from the start, actually. the very start. you haven’t looked him in the eyes since the night you ended things. he pressed his lips together and closed his eyes, sighing deeply before opening them again.

“[name], i owe you an apology,” he says lowly. “i know you hate what i do. i knew i wasn’t gonna stop any time soon and i shouldn’t have made it seem like i was going to, but you have to understand, mama, i’m in too deep. i don’t know if i can ever lead a normal life now.”

you continued to look down, your gaze fixed on the rain droplets that were splashing on the concrete instead. your mind doesn’t offer you any commentary, nor does it offer you solace. you’ve imagined this conversation a million times in your head. you’ve had this conversation a million times out loud. it ends the same way each time: with tears and a heavy heart, as well as the certitude that the same subject of whether or not miles would come home and decide he's had enough of making you worry, would be revisited in a curt amount of time.

you thought this unbearable cycle would end when your relationship with miles did, but parting ways never did free you from the harrowing thoughts that occupied your feeble mind.

this had to be the last variation of that same dreadful conversation.

“it’s better this way. i don’t ever want to put you in danger. i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you because of me—if you got hurt...” miles' voice trailed off.

you understood everything he was telling you. you always had. it wasn’t a difficult concept to grasp. again, it didn’t make the circumstances maim your heart any less.

and miles would never truly get it.

“you already hurt me, miles,” you finally look the boy in the eyes without even meaning to. “you’re gonna get yourself killed. you’re skilled, but you’re also lucky. really lucky. i don’t want your luck to run out. i hope you find a way to save yourself... to make a life for yourself without having to get your hands bloody.”

"me too," he replied after a couple of beats.

still, he never would.

miles pushed the hand that had a grip on the handle of the umbrella forward, urging you to take it. your fingers brushed against each other as you reluctantly retrieved the handle from him.

you wondered if there was something you should say…

do you ask to keep in contact? do you ask if you can still call him? do you ask if you can still visit? do you ask if you can still join him and his mama for dinner? do you tell him you still love him? do you ask for one more hug? do you ask for one more kiss?

do you ask if he’ll always love you?

miles’ hand dropped by his side, soon finding their way into the pockets of his basketball shorts. "take care of yourself, [name]."

that was it.

you were unable to think of something fast enough, so you stood paralyzed and watched miles jog back to his car. you didn’t feel even an ounce of shame as you watched your first love leave for the last time, your plans and your pre-determined future departing along with him.

you knew that if it wasn’t for luck, you would never see the boy you loved so intensely ever again. if you ever did, you’d have to cope with the fact that his love for you would’ve more than likely faded to nothing but a memory stored deep in his mind, much like the thoughts of him that you longed to lock away. you really hated that things had to end the way they did, but no matter how much you loathed the veracity, miles would always be the prowler. there wasn’t any force or any drive—anything or anyone in that world that could make him stop.

not even you.

one last time, you turned to face the place that served you well. it wasn’t you and miles’ apartment on cornelia street anymore, but it would forever hold the love you shared inside of it. at the end of the day, you knew that the walls that resided inside the building had seen generations of love in a multitude of forms.

in regards to love, you knew that they would never cease to remember you and miles morales.

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automaticpizzahologram · 1 year

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Hi I don't speak German so sorry if I translate wrong.

Part 2

Y/n and Billy are both 16

I tie my apron around my waist and clip on my notepad and slip some pens in my pocket on my apron. My waitress uniform is a plain black pencil skirt, a white shirt, ablack tie, black apron, and black high heels.

I quickly put my hair up in my butterfly clawclip and walk in to the kitchen of the small restaurant. I work for work experience and some extra pocket money. I get 10 per hour and I work 3 hours so I get 30 every time I work which is awesome.

The restaurant is a cozy place that always smells nice, there's under fifty seats which is good for me because I normally work with one other girl, I get the impression that she doesn't like me that much because she gives me dirty looks. To be honest I don't know what I've done I met her a month ago when I started working here.

The restaurant is a Italian restaurant called Angerlos and luckily for me it's just a few streets away from where I live.

"hey y/n working again tonight."

" Hey Nelly , yeah I need the cash" Nelly is our chef, he's pretty cool. Nello is a big, balled, buff man, he looks quite intimidating when you first meet him but he's actually really sweet when you get to know him.

" well I hope you good luck"

"thanks" Nelly turns back around to what ever he's making, it smells heavenly, I walk out of the kitchen doors and into the dining part of the restaurant. I immediately jump into work finding a table to serve straight away.

I carefully bring a tray of hot food, hoping that I don't drop it, to a table.

"here you go one Italian style pizza and one sweet chilli chicken wings with salad and sour cream and chiv dip. if your not pleased tell me and I'll take it back for you. Enjoy" I place the two plates on the table and tuck the round tray under my arm. I gave the couple a smile and turn around and head back to the kitchen

" Hey y/n, apparently there's going to be a group coming in soon in about 15 minutes we've been old that they'll be recording some stuff, I don't know what it's for though"

"OK. Thanks Nelly" I place the tray back on the counter.

I spot some new people come in so I walk over to them and direct them to an empty table, I give the trio some menus and tell them I'll be back soon to take their order if they have decided.

I finish cleaning down a table when I hear the door open, I turn around and look at the door seeing what I presume is the group that's going to be filming. I see the other girl, Amanda, go over to the group, lead them to the biggest table we have, give them the menus and lingers at the table for a little too long.

I turn back around and Potter back on with my work

After about 14 minutes I hear the door open and shut. I turn around and see my best friend of 7 years standing at the door with a big smile on her face. I walk over to her and try to be as professional as I can, but with Pheobe it's hard

Pheobe is 5'2, with shoulder length curly ginger hair. She has freckles that cover almost all her face, her green eyes go well with her hair.

he really likes art, that's actually how we met in art class in primary school, i was new and she was the first person who was nice to me, we have been best friends since. I wouldn't swap our friendship for anything.

" I would like your finest table madam" she says with a rather bad posh accent.

" of course only the best for you , right this way milady" I say back in a terrible accent back. Pheobe bursts out laughing grabbing the attention of a few near by tables.

I lead Pheobe to the last empty table which happens to be right next to the table of the group

Pheobe, not so grateful, Sits down and looks at the menu for a split second before ordering.

"I would 3 a cowboy burger please with chips and onion rings please and for my drink I would like a diet coke, thanks "

I quickly scribble down her order, blowing a piece of hair out of my face I look up at her.

"I'll get it to you as soon as possible"

But before I could go and take Pheobes order to the kitchen a man from the table next to us gets my attention

" excuse me but we haven't been see yet and we have been waiting for a while to order"

"I'm so sorry I thought that Amanda was serving you, I'll take this order to the kitchen then I'll be right with you, I'll be just one second "

I quickly turn around and walk to the kitchen and through the doors, I clip the order onto the stand and walk back out.

As I'm walking back to the group I get my note pad out and click my pen open ready to take their orders.

"Hi, I'm so sorry for the wait what can I get for you" as I look at the group I spot two familiar faces but I can't remember where I've seen them from.

" would we be able to get these Please" the man hands me one of the restaurants order menus where you can write what you want instead of telling me, in big groups like this it makes my job much easier.

"of course you can, I'll give this to the chef and I'll get your drinks for you now. And again I'm so sorry for the wait" I turn around and walk back into the kitchen and put the sheet on the counter.

"nelly, can you make this one as soon as possible please, its the big groups and I thought Amanda was serving them, in fact I haven't seen her for a while. They have been waiting for over 15 minutes and the wait to be served has never been that long"

Nelly looks around for a quick second and nods his head.

I go to the bar and get there drinks, Four diet cokes, and 3 lemonades. I put the drinks on a large-ish round tray and walk back over to the table.

"here's your drinks. Your meals won't be to long. If there's anything wrong please don't hesitate to tell me"

"thank you" this time it wasn't a man but it was one of the people that look familiar.

"no problem, as I said your food shall be with you shortly until then enjoy" I walk away from the group and as I'm walking I catch Pheobe looking at me then at the group then at me again, I think nothing of it.

I hear the bell that signals that an order is ready, I look over my shoulder and see that it's Pheobe's burger. I walk into the kitchen and pick up her burger and star to carefully walk over to her table. I take the plate off of the tray and on to the table.

" here you go, one cowboy burger with chips and onion rings, enjoy"

"why thank you, this looks delicious"

I glance at the table next to Pheobes and quickly make eye contact with one of the members of the group. I give him a quick smile and and he smiles back his eyes lighting up, it suddenly clicks.

Thats why they look familiar their the two kids from the park from the other day how could I not remember him. I spot the camera it's a small black video camera and it's pointing to the 4 younger ones. They probably have a YouTube channel or something .

I turn my head away from the table and look at phoebe who's happily munching on some chips. "my breaks in like 6 minutes so save me some chips will ya.

I place the plates on to the table.

" here you go, again I'm so sorry about the wait, if there's anything wrong please tell me and I will sort it out" I make eye contact with Bill again and he's the one to smile first, the only lady of the group says something in German, and the man laughs, bill has a look on his face and the 3 others laugh as well.

I take of my apron then placing it on the back of the chair while I sit down on Pheobes table, taking the couple of chips she saved me and shoving them in my mouth.

"so who's that" she says in a hushed voice, leaning slightly over the table.

" who's who?" I say back in a hushed tone

"the one who keeps looking at you all the time, longish black hair"

"oh him, I met him in the park the other day as I was leaving I dropped my waterbottle and he picked it up for me"

Pheobe stops leaning over the table and stops talking in a hushed tone.

"how longs your break for?"

" 10 minutes then I have to go back to work for another half hour until I can go home"

"Not bad, I would stay till your shift ends but I need to be home in 15 minutes."

"that's OK"

We talk until my break ends

" I'll probably see you tomorrow for our weekly video call?"

I tie my apron around my waist again. "yep, 7 pm" I say picking up her plate

"I'll see you then, bye"

"bye"

I turn around and take her plate back to the kitchen then going back to cleaning up, out the corner of my eye I spot Amanda sneakily taking a picture of Bill and his group, they must either be pretty famous or she's a creepy stalker.

I turn to look at her and she gives me a discusted look as if I were the one taking the picture of them with out their permission, which is illegal. I roll my eyes and turn back around and continue to clear a table.

After about 15 minutes I quickly glance at Bill's table and notice they have finished eating and have stacked the plates, gosh I love when people do that, I walk over to the table.

"hi did you find everything alright"

"we did, thank you. Actually can we have 3 waters please"

"of course just let me take your stuff away and I'll get them for you straight away"

I pick the plates up and take them away to the kitchen. I walk over to the fridge and pick 3 bottles of water out, I grab 3 glasses and place some ice in the them . I pour the water into the cups and then place them on a small round tray.

I use my hip to push open the kitchen door because I have both my hands on the tray trying not to spill the drinks.

Carefully I walk over to the table, I manage to successfully not spill the water.

"here's your water" I place the drinks on the table and pick up the other cups and take them away.

It's five minutes until my shift ends, I'm cleaning down a table when I feel a tap on my shoulder, I straighten up and turn around to see who it was

"hi, i wanted to know if you wanted to go somewhere after your shift ends"

"oh Um sure I finish in about 5 minutes"

I look at the clock to see thay my shift has ended, I go into the kitchen and hang up my apron and pick up my bag.

"bye nelly. See you Thursday"

I walk back into the dining area and spot bill on his table, his group left about 10 minutes ago, looking down at his phone, his back was facing me so it was pretty easy to sneak up on him. I creep up behind him and peer over his shoulder. My face is next to his right ear

"what ya doing"

Bill jumped ever so slightly, I was expecting more of a reaction but its still a reaction.

I laugh slightly, Bill stands up from the table and slides his phone into his back pocket of his baggy jeans.

#bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #fem reader

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the-fiction-witch · 7 months

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Laundry

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Flirty

I was sitting on the small ottomans in the basement that Benny called home, Next week was Paris and we were going together as Co-Champions this year. He had graciously offered his apartment so I didn't have to book a hotel so we could train and prep for the games ahead. Plus I wanted to come to New York for some shopping anyway. But this place isn't exactly what I imagined... then again now thinking about it, I'm not sure I did imagine Benny to live any better than this, but it's just a little jarring when it's true. I glanced away from my book and looked around the grey dimly lit basement, the shower in the corner, no sofa, frosted window to the bedroom, the kitchen not much more than a fridge, a counter and a single stovetop. And there he sat utterly in his element at his table no shoes but still black socks, his dark jeans his belt sat comfortably his knife in its holster, a black t-shirt with his green textured shirt on over it with the sleeves rolled up, his chains against his chest and his arms, rings across his fingers, he sat his coffee cup on the table fixed his facial hair and focused back to his board moving the piece he had been contemplating for the last ten minutes.

"Benny?" I asked

"Yeah?" He asks glancing up

"I don't mean to ... pry into your personal business -"

"But you're going to?"

"I am going to," I nodded "Do you actually live like this?"

"Yeah?"

"This isn't like some elaborate prank? And this is like where you store your chess board or something and you actually have a decent semi-detached townhouse in Queens?" I asked

"You're really struggling with this aren't you?"

"I'm just... curious."

"I like it"

"I mean I know New York isn't the cheapest place but..."

"But ?"

"But come on. I cannot repeat this enough: your shower is next to your fridge. You wash your ass beside where you make food. You have a window in your bedroom. That's not wallpaper that's just concrete"

"I like it"

"Really? Because I'm pretty sure you can afford better"

"Are you now?"

"We're co-companions I know how much you earn. Unless you're getting a bonus because of your additional appendage"

"Appendage?" He asked looking confused

"Your penis"

"Oh. No y/n, price money does not differ between appendages"

"Every other job I've ever worked does"

"The chess federation doesn't give a damn about appendages y/n"

"Still..."

"I like this place"

"...that brings up a good point actually... I'm not seeing a washing machine. Anywhere?"

"No,"

"Is there... a secret Washing machine?"

"No"

"Okay, do you need to go to someplace in the building and do laundry?"

"You wanna do some laundry?"

"Yes please"

"Alright, get your stuff," he says getting up and heading into his room, I gathered my laundry unsure what to do with it all and he returned with a large drawstring bag "Throw your stuff in here," he says dropping it on the floor with a thud

"In there?"

"Yeah"

I pulled the bag a little to peek inside "Ahhh I'm not putting my laundry in with yours!"

"Why not?"

"Because that's gross!"

"But we're taking it to clean? So what does it matter?"

"It just does Benny!"

"You can put it in the bag or you can carry all your laundry by hand, up to you"

I sighed and out of my clothes, getting my bag and my shoes as he got his shoes and his jacket grabbing the bag and putting it over his shoulder

"Come on then," he says heading out so I followed him he locked the door behind us and we headed up to the dirty New York streets I followed him down the pavement past cars and trash bags for a good while, it felt like we'd been walking forever at least ten blocks by now until finally we arrived at a little hole in the wall laundromat between a record store and a pizza place we headed inside and it was much as you'd expect a little place with a line of washers on one side and dryers on the other a few tables and chairs in the middle and the back wall has a few vending machines on it and a change machine in the centre.

"This is where you do laundry?"

"Well yeah?" He shrugs slipping his jacket off throwing it over a chair and bumping the bag In Front of a machine heading to the back getting change from the machine "You can pop the first load on" he says throwing me a coin from the machine

"I am not touching your underwear"

"I didn't ask you to,"

I sighed and put the first of what I'm sure will be many loads in "washing powder?" I asked

"Uhhh cherry blossom, clean linin, or tropical?"

"Whatever cheapest"

"They all the same"

"Cherry"

"Alright, here," he says getting it from the machine and throwing it over so I put the laundry on and sit at the table

"So we're just gonna sit here all day?"

"Yep"

"Why not go back to the basement?'

"Because by the time you walk back to the apartment, it'll be time to turn around and walk back and the machine will just have finished" he explained sitting down too "It's up to you"

"Fine" I sighed "Why do you come here though? It's dead and it's so far from your apartment? You're not telling me this is the only laundromat in New York?"

"I like this place, it's quiet. Everything is machined so I don't have to deal with people, it's cheap, and the place next door does great pizza"

"The more I get to know you the weirder I think you are Benny" I sighed

"Thanks?"

'It wasn't a compliment"

"I'm taking it as one" he shrugs getting a deck box from his jacket pocket opening it up pulling out a very nice deck of cards which he shuffled in his hand "You can pick"

"Poker"

"AHH nothing to bet with I don't play poker unless I'm better try again'

"fine rummy then" I answered so he shuffled and dealt the cards letting us play for a while "Why do you use this place? really?" I asked as he put the next load on

"You really wanna know?" He sighed

"Yeah,"

"Fine" He sighed sitting back in his seat, "The Guy who owns this place, and the two places next door"

"The pizza and the record store?"

"Yeah, he's also my landlord"

"Okay..."

"So long as I pay my rent I get free pizza and free records, he even takes money off my rent when I do my laundry here"

"Hu... What a nice man"

"Yeah he's great, and I like helping him out. he's doing his best to make it on his own and get out of the family business"

I was confused a moment before it clicked "Holy god- If your landlord is a maf-"

"Yes. His dad runs the New York Mafia. He wants to go straight so I'm more than happy to help"

"Your life is insane"

"At least it's not boring."

"I'd argue this is incredibly boring"

"I don't know, I like the quiet routine of it all"

"Had it ever occurred to you Benny that you're boring?"

"I think I'm pretty damn excited"

"Do you? Really? Like honestly Benny?"

"My life is very exciting."

"Sitting in a laundromat for six hours? Watching your underwear go round and round?"

"I don't know," he says "I've heard many lovely ladies complimenting the excitement of washing machines"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm sure many ladies find washing machines exciting." He says

"Do they?"

"I have read."

"Read?

"I have read. Such."

"Ohh in your pervy penthouse magazines?"

"I'm simply saying most girls would like being able to sit on a washing machine for a few hours"

"I doubt that"

"I don't know, I'm sure this would be more exciting if you sat yourself on the washing machine" he smirked

"That's not a real thing Benny"

"I'm sure it does" "Its not"

"You willing to prove that?"

"I'm not sitting on a washing machine to amuse you"

"It's not going to amuse me it's to prove if it's true or not"

"You're disgusting" I sighed getting up and grabbing my bag "I'm going next door for pizza,"

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Regarding my heading down an unfinished road... I found it on Google Street View.

So these are from a year ago.

This is the lane I drove down.

And this is the section where I realized, "Oh shit, I ain't supposed to drive here."

I used generative fill to update these images to what they looked like on the day of embarrassment.

Looking back, there were a few cones. But all of the "do not enter" signs were gone and I think it would be perfectly reasonable to assume you could drive here. I think other people may have avoided it because they drive in this area regularly. I drive maybe once or twice a month.

And here is what the dead end looked like with a year of construction progress.

(It is scary how close generative fill matched this to my memory of it.)

I was really confused when I got to this point. I wasn't sure if I should try backing up or turning. I thought the gravel was okay to drive on, so I pulled forward and started a u-turn. But there was a sharp drop-off from the road to the gravel section I couldn't see and that was very jarring. And the gravel was not fit for driving on. So I kicked up a ton of dust and passers-by were all "WTF are you doing?"

Hell, I was like "WTF are you doing?"

I have a feeling this memory will join a few other embarrassing moments that pop into my head right before I try to fall asleep.

It wasn't my fault, but yeah, I hate driving around here.

It feels like the highway construction in this area is endless. It's been going on for years and it never feels like any progress is being made.

They closed off 3 highway exits for streets that contain a lot of local businesses. One of them leads straight to Ferguson. And if you don't know to exit onto a side road ahead of these areas, you'll just pass them by. So people from out of town who might be looking for a place to eat or shop could easily drive past these areas.

I feel sad for my community. Big franchises are closing up shop. There is no pizza place that directly delivers to my area. When your last pizza place closes up, that's when you know your community is in trouble.

If anyone around here wants pizza delivered you have to spend a ton to have it DoorDash'd in from another area.

And it all started with a "white flight" epidemic. They even made a documentary about it called Spanish Lake (my township). There was a failed housing project nearby and a lot of poor Black folks started moving to Spanish Lake afterward. Then some scummy real estate people took advantage and it all snowballed from there...

"The 1990s saw a mass exodus of the white population, spurred on by blockbusting, a practice some U.S. real estate agents use to encourage white property owners to sell their houses quickly at a loss, implying the African-Americans moving into their neighborhood will depress their property values."

Apparently blockbusting is the new red lining.

The "controversy" section on Wikipedia sums up the movie pretty well.

I started following a Facebook page dedicated to Spanish Lake, thinking it would be other folks in my community. I thought maybe I could get to know my neighbors.

Instead, it is all of the white people who moved away reminiscing about how great Spanish Lake used to be.

People in this group are trying really hard not to say the quiet part out loud.

Riff raff?

Scot, I think you dropped this...

I grew up here. I still live here. I love my house and my street. There are some areas that could really use some help, but if you live here, you know the few small pockets to stay away from. I have no issue walking up and down my street at night without fear.

They also mourn the loss of the businesses that closed because they abandoned the area.

There is the mall which will be officially demolished soon.

And, yes, it is the spooky mall from that viral video.

youtube

There was the movie theater... at the mall.

There was the Aloha Roller Rink.

Which now looks like this.

And the burger joint.

The pizza place.

And the other pizza place.

Saullo's was okay.

Angelo's in the next town over is better. And still in business!

What was I talking about?

Oh, yeah. Don't drive down unfinished roads!

#long post #Youtube

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Sheila and I already held our family Christmas celebration. We need no more shopping. But I like visiting small towns. Sheila never said no to checking out a boutique or gift shop.

This is Waseca, MN. The drive here was just over one hour south of the Twin Cities. 9,200 people live here. It has a downtown with hose old, two-story brick buildings I like.

Were I to win the lottery, one of these stores, in any small town, would be high on my list of things to buy. I don't know that I'd even try to run a business. No, I'd make it into my own brick, two-story man cave with a big glass window overlooking Main Street and several nearby small bars and grills (and certainly a nearby boutique for Sheila when she visits me).

The county courthouse here is cool.

This store below is the equivalent of the big, overstuffed chairs located in department stores under the escalators. Those places where men wait while wives shop. As Sheila checked out another store I wandered over to this place. Sadly, it's only open on Saturdays. If I had a small town business, that schedule would be a goal of mine.

Even better, I could have a self-serve business, the kind which only requires me to leave the massage recliner chairs in my man cave as often as I need to empty boxes of quarters. Below is a self-serve, two station dog wash with a clever name and no attendant on duty.

We made an obligatory stop at Kwik Trip. I was very tempted to buy a Don'z Pizza to bring home. How can you go wrong at that price?

Despite the gloominess of gray skies and intermittent rain, we had a pleasant drive home. I will never understand ow someone spend a small fortune on a nice car, especially once that comes with HD-Matrix LED headlights with Audi Laser Lights, and not even let the automatic feature to turn them on during a low visibility day. Your gray Audi is pretty, but it would be wise if people could see you coming from more than 100 feet away on a day like this.

Tonight we have a holiday party just two houses away. I'm looking forward to it because there will be four couples there, all whom I like a lot, plus some relatives of the hostess whom I've met a few times and also really like to be around.

#i have to confess #i bought som foo foo lavender scented soap bars at a boutique #mmmmm lavender

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E1610! Miles x Bronx! Reader

A/N: Because I don't know why we haven't thought of this yet! P.S.: I'm not a Brooklyn-native. P.P.S.: I tried my best to make this as gender-netural as possible!

Y'all most definitely argue over which borough is better. Miles, of course, proceeds to list a million and one reasons as to why Brooklyn is better.

He's fascinated by the differences in the way you two speak. He loves it when your "accent" is audible in the way you speak.

Miles tries his best to indoctrinate introduce you to Brooklyn culture. He takes you to hotspots (Coney Island is one of the first that y'all hit up), but mostly sticks to local, Brooklyn-exclusive places (i.e. his favorite pizza spot, some of his favorite places to graffiti, that one small, Black-owned business that he gets some of his favorite clothes from).

Miles most definitely loves the South Bronx better than the North due to its street culture and abundance of unique graffiti. He literally drools when he sees a beautiful mural on the wall of a bodega or deli. He goes inside and asks the owner about the artist, get said artist's name, looks them up so that he remembers, and then proceeds to go back outside and take an abundance of photos of the mural before taking the next ten minutes to study it like a museum exhibit.

If you live in the North Bronx, Miles still finds to things to love. He still goes feral for any street art that he sees, and he'll make an effort for y'all to go out on adventures where you show him and/or discover new places in your area.

If y'all go to the Bronx Zoo, Miles takes a billion pictures in front of the entrance, claiming that he has to because this is an "infamous New York location!"

His favorite Bronx stops on the train are probably Simpson Street and Prospect Avenue.

I feel like Miles's dad, Jeff, and his Uncle Aaron used to spend their adolescent years out and about on the streets of New York. They grew especially fond of the Bronx, leading to them starting to visit the borough regularly and establish friendships and connections. However, Jeff ultimately fell out with this affinity after he started attending police academy. Aaroon kept up with it, though.

^Despite his shock, pain, and grief over his uncle, Miles forced himself to go through his uncle's apartment after his death. There, he found some old-school records and mixtapes, the latter mostly by local, underground artists from across New York. Miles kept them and has them stored somewhere safe in his room (probably his closet).

^^Y'all go through the collection, listening avidly as you study the flow of each of the artists, analyze the album cover, and the artists' styles.

^^^Most of the mixtapes feature Bronx-native artists.

^^^^Miles, refusing to accept this, runs out of his room and into the living room where his parents are sitting. He begins to explain the situation and asks Jeff to tell you that Uncle Aaron loved and represented Brooklyn through-and-through.

^^^^^Jeff laughs, a bit nervously because he's always raised Miles to take pride in where he's from (yes, the borough representation is real, people). He then explains that, yes, while Uncle Aaron loved Brooklyn, he loved the Bronx almost, if not just as much. He loved traveling to and from, made a lot of good friends and connections there. The Bronx is also where a few of his greatest and most memorable "honeys" are from.

^^^^^^Okay, I know that this is supposed to be a Miles Morales headcanon, but: when he wasn't out, working as the Prowler, Aaron was actually "away from a few days" as he says in his voicemail. He would travel to the Bronx to hang out and see friends. He was actually pretty well-known in some parts of the borough.

^^^^^^^Before his death, Aaron was serious relationship with a woman from the Bronx. Despite them seeing each other steadily for a year or four, he didn't tell Miles because he didn't want to introduce to him to someone that he would love, care for, and cherish, only to have it go up in flames. He most definitely gushed about her to Jeff and Rio on the down-low, though.

^^^^^^^^Aaron also thought about moving in with her and even marrying her more than once. Major Jabari x Meadow vibes.

^^^^^^^^^Uncle Aaron looking down at Miles with a smile because he's taking after his uncle.

^^^^^^^^^^"'Dem Bronx folk, man. They'll do that to 'ya."

If You Attend Visions Academy:

If you attend Brooklyn Visions, Miles texts you from the moment that he wakes up in order to make sure that you wake up with enough time to comfortably do your morning routine, get ready, and catch your train(s) with added flexibility in case of train delays.

^He never used to wake up early before, but he doesn't want you to be late. Not that it's a big deal (Miles has been late more times than he can count) but he doesn't want you to have frequent lateness on your record. Plus, the earlier you get there, the more time you two have to talk and prep for the upcoming day.

Often asks if you feel homesick. He can't imagine how it must feel. He only lives a few blocks away and yet he feels so far from home (hehe, get it?).

^^Does his best to make you feel accustomed to Brooklyn. He makes it a point to take you out and show you around so that you develop a sense of familiarity and don't feel out of place or lost.

If someone says that Brooklyn is the better borough, Miles will occasionally chime in with a reason or two as to why the Bronx is superior.

^You owe him a Brooklyn-based adventure after this, though.

^^If y'all are dating, you owe him kisses and cuddle-session in addition to a Brooklyn-based adventure.

Best believe that he's at the train station with you ever Friday and Sunday, helping you lug your suitcase and additional bags to and from Visions.

If You Don't Attend Vision Academy:

Y'all video call regularly to discuss your respective days as well as plan an in-person meet-up.

Y'all often meet-up in Manhattan because neither one wants to give the other the satisfaction of traveling to their respective borough for your meetups.

You two mainly meet up in the expensive, upper-class parts of Manhattan, though because Miles's parents threatened to ground him for two years if he was ever caught hanging around 125th Street.

^Miles takes that threat very seriously because he knows that, as the captain of the NYPD, his father has eyes everywhere.

When y'all get tired of watching the rich, expensive, and privileged go about their daily lives, y'all quite literally spin a wheel to see whose borough you're meeting up at next time.

Miles uses the times that you visit him to show you his life, starting from Brooklyn Middle, to Visions, and then his house.

He uses Brooklyn-exclusive menagerie to subtly flex and persuade you into admitting that Brooklyn is the best borough.

^ "They don't pizza like this in the Bronx, eh, mami?"

One time Miles suggested that you two visit Staten Island.

You looked at him for a moment, confused, because What's Staten Island?

Once you remembered, you gave him another look. He thinks he's so damn funny.

Y'all actually did end up going and had an above average time, surprisingly.

The next time Miles gets on your nerves, though, you threaten to banish him to Staten Island.

^His parents like the threat and start using it, too.

Bonus: "Hey, Miles, how come Brooklyn has a friendly neighborhood Spiderman but the Bronx doesn't?"

"Well, you see..."

A/N: Hi, hope y'all enjoyed! This was all in good fun and we love and support every borough (yes, even Staten Island).

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my favourite virgo uwu congrats on your 1k milestone! it honestly felt like yesterday when you asked me if you should post a short drabble and i'm glad you did :') i'm going to make a request 👉🏼👈🏼 jaehyun + teacher or roommates!au (you pick! it doesn't matter to me ily) + “Quick, my ex just walked in! Pretend that we’re dating.” I LOVE YOU AND AGAIN CONGRATS ON 1K 💗

pairing. roommate! jeong jaehyun ✗ fem! reader

genre. fluff, idiots to lovers au

warnings. profanities, bantering, mentions of food & food poisoning, semi proofread

author's note. lmao i know i'm like.. super late perhaps a year late but better late than never, amirite? (; but heads up tho ya girl is more rusted than the statue of liberty so bare with me here ahhh

be sure to read the notes at the end of this! it’s a mini surprise hehe

“I don’t like you.”

Jaehyun paused scrolling through his phone, shifting his attention to you seated across from him, a smug look decorated on your face.

He pocketed his phone away. “As I’ve been told," he said unfazed.

“Your face pisses me off.”

“Funny, people usually tell me the opposite.”

"I don't give a rat's ass on what other people think," you spat. Grabbing your iced beverage, you took an obnoxious sip, purposely of irritating the man in front of you.

His left eye just barely twitches...

.. and there goes a sigh.

Perfect.

"What do you want?" he groaned.

You smirked. "I’m not paying next month’s rent.”

He scoffs, “Careful, (name). You sound like you're falling in love with me."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, slamming your drink back on the table. Both of you are currently at a quaint café, situated at a table next to their window wall. The sun beamed against your skin, warming you from the cool air blasting from their central AC system. It gave you both a clear view of passerby’s as you both indulged in your beverages, but it’s hard to enjoy your drink when your roommate refuses to sympathize with your financial situation.

"Come on," you whined. "I haven't been working the past few weeks because of finals, and I barely have enough money in my account to last me a week.”

Jaehyun shrugged his shoulders. "Not my problem. We had an agreement to split the rent, so you have to uphold your end of the agreement."

You could feel a vein on your forehead throbbing. "Jae, you're literally swimming in money, what the fuck. Just cut me some slack for this month and I'll pay next month's."

“Nope,” he remarked, pulling his phone out.

“I’ll pay it in full.”

“What do you want for dinner?”

"Don't ignore me!"

"I think I’m in the mood for some Thai food.”

You see him scrolling on your phone, most likely looking for nearby Thai restaurants to order takeout from. You rolled your eyes. “Doesn’t matter to me,” you shrugged. “Just don’t order from that pizza place again. I got food poisoning from there.”

He rolled his eyes, “Listen, it was Mingyu’s idea to try that place out.”

“Well, tell your friend Mingyu that he has shitty tastes in pizzas.”

“Noted,” he chuckled.

The memory of it sent chills down your spine. You remembered when he came home one day, a warm box of pizza in hand, freshly made as you could tell from its divine smell wafting in the room. You were chastised to steal the box away from your roommate and swallow it all up in the confines on your bedroom, only to be blocked by Jaehyun when he held a hand out to stop you, already seeing the cogs turn in your head as you eyed on the box.

It was odd to see the restaurant’s name not imprinted on the box of the cardboard box, only a generic clipart of an Italian street with the word ‘PIZZA’ enlarged across it. But you didn’t pay much attention to it then, your starving self was more focused on eating your delectable dinner and satiating your tastebuds.

However, that night ended with you and Jaehyun deteriorating in your respective bathrooms, begging to any living deity out there to grant you mercy from the horrendous suffering you both went through as a result of that pizza.

Needless to say, it took you three months to get over your pizza-phobia.

The bell at the café’s entrance rang, bringing your attention back to reality. You looked past Jaehyun to catch a glimpse of the customer that just walked in, only for you to drop your jaw.

"Oh my god.." you murmured.

Your roommate stopped what he was doing, aware of the dreadful tone behind your words. He looked at you with concern.

"What’s wrong?" he asked.

The customer lets out a sigh, a rush of cool air brushing against his flushed skin before scanning the interior.

"He... He's here.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Who’s here?”

What a lucky day it is for you because that same customer managed to catch your eyes directed on him, sending your body into a state of panic. Fuck, he wasn’t supposed to see you! He slowly starts to stride over to your table, prompting your fight or flight to kick in at full force.

“Quick, my ex just walked in! Pretend that we’re dating.”

“What the hell is goi–”

“(Name)! Is that you, I see?”

You gulped, fruitlessly easing your nerves, your mind running a mile a minute. You could feel your hands feeling clammy and internally curse yourself. You can feel bile forming in the back of your throat as you mustered up the courage to look up at your ex

You feigned a smile. “N-Nice to see you, too, Seokmin. Didn’t know that you were in the area.”

Jaehyun raised an eyebrow at you at the mention of your ex’s name.

“Yeah, my girlfriend asked me to pick up some coffee for her and saw this place in passing.”

You felt yourself quiver for a second at the mention of girlfriend, but rebounded when he looked back at your roommate, as his back was faced to the entrance.

“Oh, my apologies! You had company here, it seems. Your name?”

“Oh, him,” you gulped. “He’s–”

“Her boyfriend, Jeong Jaehyun,” he responded

Your jaw goes slack from the latter’s quick response, seeing how he stood up from his seat to shake the latter’s hand. Seokmin looks back at him in shock, processing his words.

“O-Oh, you’re her boyfriend?”

Jaehyun nodded in response, his signature dimpled smile plastered on his face as he reached his hand out for a shake. “Indeed, I am, and I’m loving every second of it,” he chuckled. “And you are?”

Your ex returned the handshake, or more like only gripped his hand, seeing as how neither party didn’t move any more than that. The atmosphere surrounding the two men suddenly turned too thick for you to bear, further failing to quell the anxiety surfacing at every corner of your body. You didn’t know what to expect when Jaehyun surprisingly acquiesced to your plan, but the rigid stance in your ex’s posture is more than what you expected in response.

“Didn’t think that (name) would move on so quickly,” he commented.

Jaehyun narrowed his eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“We had history, you know.”

“No, I don’t know, because you were never brought up in our conversations.”

“She’s never mentioned me in passing?”

Jaehyun faked pondering for a moment.

“Nope,” he answered, pointedly popping the last syllable, “probably not important enough to talk about.”

“A-Anyways,” you intervened, “i-it was really nice meeting you again, but my boyfriend and I were in the middle of an important discussion before you came over, if you don’t mind.”

Your ex relents, finally letting go of Jaehyun’s hand before facing you again with a forced smile.

“Of course, where are my manners?” he remarked. You noticed how tense his jaw become. “It was nice seeing you again, (name). Hope to see you around.”

“Hope that you don’t,” you heard Jaehyun mumbling under his breath. You sucked in a breath when your ex turned to glare at your ‘boyfriend’, but quickly recomposed himself before waving at you, and only you, goodbye.

You let out a bated breath you didn’t know you were holding in. That whole interaction drained all the energy out of your body, slumping your figure against your seat as Jaehyun sat back down. You couldn’t help but sneak a glance at your ex standing by the counter, waiting for his order you deduced. You should’ve known it was inevitable to meet your ex one day, but that doesn’t mean that you were fully prepared for the moment.

You bit on your lip.

“Thanks… for covering me back there,” you softly spoke.

In your peripheral, you could tell that his face remained impassive, but you can from his eyes that he had question he wanted to ask, prodding you for some answers.

“Yes, it’s that ex from last year,” you grimaced.

“The one you called crying to me while I was on my date?”

You winced at the memory of it. It wasn’t your intention to interrupt his date back then. Your mind was voided of all logic, too distressed to remember that your roommate had made plans that evening. You only thought about that breakup phone call you had minutes prior, and how you needed someone to grieve to.

And the first person to come to mind was Jaehyun.

Short to say, you’ve never seen him go on any more dates after that, stating his reasons that your well being was his first priority. You offered multiple times to set him up with blind dates in repayment of screwing up his date night, but he rejects at every attempt you made. Sorry, but your breakup messed with my dating game, so save yourself the hassle, he said one time.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Kind of figured, his name sounded familiar” he shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. “Still can’t believe you made me ditch my hot date for your snotty self.”

“You could’ve just said no,” you scowled.

“I find it rather insulting that you’d think I could leave you alone like that. You were sobbing so loud that my date heard you, for god’s sake.”

Nevertheless, you can feel his fingers encapsulating your hand, thumb rubbing against the back of your fingers. It certainly did help calm you down, but your heart starts racing once again for a whole different reason.

“But… you did good,” he murmured.

You looked at him confused.

“Your ex, I mean,” he clarified. “Back then, you couldn’t bear to hear the sound of his name, and yet you were able to face your ex in person even if it was all fake. That’s come to show that you’ve healed from back then, or at least still healing. But still, that’s not an easy thing to do.”

He gives your hand a firm squeeze, and your chest warms at the kind gesture.

“I know I don’t say it often, but I’m proud of you, (name). Always am and always will.”

If you two weren’t in a public place, you could cry right then and there–curse the heavens for putting you at an unfavorable setting. You swore you felt somersaults in your chest, endorphins coursing through your veins. You squeezed his hand back in response, a smile gracing your features to mask the turmoil in your heart and mind.

“Thank you, Jaehyun. That means a lot to me.”

He smiles back, and the Gods whispered to you at that moment that no one could compare to the man before you. Nodding his head towards the exit, he gets up from his seat.

“How about we go get dinner and rewatch some High School Musical at home? Sounds good to you?”

You’re already up and out of you seat, thrilled to spend any waking moment with your favorite moment by yourself.

“Does that mean I’m not paying next month’s rent?”

“Absolutely not.”

author’s note. if you haven’t noticed from the way i ended the fic, this story is set place in the same universe as my can i borrow? series! this is actually the beginning of their budding relationship which you can see that actually blooms into an established one further into my works.

hope you enjoyed it! let me know what you guys think and be sure to reblog it too <3

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rudnitskaia · 26 days

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Sorry i got so excited to ask questions i forgot to specify but maybe a drabble for 3, 6 and 19. And a drawing for 18. But if you feel specifically inspirred to do something different im not complaining. Love these goobers so any kind of romaunce content is a win for me😁

Hey-hey, Edd! 💖 Tysm for the ask, I'll cover all the numbers, I promise! ✨😭✨ These are very interesting topics for me, so count it as part 1/?. :3 I'll tag your main and your new @acesandocs acc so you won't miss it. <3

I hope you meant numbers from that list, but if you meant the other - DM me, please.

I'll start with the number 19, "Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?"

And I came up with two ideas, so I post the two-parts answer in a row. Because I headcanon that it's Freckle who was the first one to suspect his cousin develops feelings for a certain Italian waitress, but technically the one who got the confirmed information about Rocky's and Mau's relationship would've been Augusto. So I did both.

First story will be from the Freckle's side. I once started to do a comic from it, but gave it up. So now behold this ancient scenario in a ficlet. :D

The Right Moment

“And what a pizza they have!”

“Pizza?”

“Yeah, sugary pizza!”

“Is this... thing really worth it?” Calvin sighed, deciding not to clarify what that ridiculous phrase meant.

“Oh, true ambrosia. You'll be flabbergasted!” Rocky exclaimed, keeping up his pace. Calvin felt that he had been trying to catch up with his cousin through the streets of St. Louis for about an hour, and he feared that he was going to spend just as long on the heat as he already had, but fortunately Rocky finally turned around the corner and confidently swung open the blue door of the little eatery. Calvin followed him inside and found Rocky waiting at the counter, but finding no one at it, he sat down at the table that was nearest to the entrance, placed his fedora against the wall, and drummed his fingers impatiently on the countertop. Calvin sat down across the table and studied the details of the unassuming establishment. Since when had Rocky developed such a fondness for Italian cuisine…?

“Why, if it isn't Mister Rickaby himself!” A lively woman's voice with a quavering “r” sounded over Calvin's ear.

“Miss Maura,” Rocky grinned. “How else could it be? Your cozy place is an oasis that shelters travelers from the scorching sun. I've even rescued one suffering man along the way. Working for the good of your enterprise, so to speak. Meet my cousin, Freckle.”

“Freckle?”

“Calvin. McMurray,” he habitually corrected Rocky, and finally turned around, meeting his gaze with the tall, young Italian woman. Calvin stared at her face and lean figure, but by the time he realized he was doing it for too long, thankfully, she was already looking at Rocky.

“We'll have two glasses of lemonade, please, your incomparable sugary pizza…”

“And a sandwich, please. Any kind. Not sweet,” Calvin added hastily.

“Not sweet? Are you sure he's your cousin, Rocky?”

“Oh, yeah, he is. He just doesn't realize what he's missing,” he waved it away. “You know for yourself that pizza's an undoughbtfully subtle thing.”

Mau laughed out loud.

“Oh, come on. I'm the one who knows batter that it’s just your oven self that works on a different fuel.”

“Hey!” Rocky chuckled with feigned indignation, but Maura was already heading past the tables toward the kitchen. Calvin stayed silent as he watched Rocky's eyes on the girl. He didn't say a word when Rocky again engaged the waitress in banter when she returned with the order. He preferred not to evaluate the flavor of the monstrous slice that was aptly called ‘sugary pizza’, but the sandwich and lemonade were very good indeed. Calvin kept his mouth shut even when Rocky, leaning against the counter, took a few good minutes to say goodbye to Mau. Only on their way back to the Little Daisy Café he surrendered to his curiosity.

“So… about that ‘sugary pizza’.”

“What, do you regret not trying it after all? I knew it! I knew you'd bite your head off. Well, I'll ask Miss Maura make more next time.”

“Next time, yeah. How long have you been visiting this place?”

Rocky pondered.

“A month? Or about two… something like that.”

“Only for sugary pizza?”

“No, why, they have good coffee, lemonade, and…” Rocky began to list without a backward thought, but then suddenly frowned. “Wait, what are you implying?”

“Nothing,” Calvin looked away and smiled involuntarily. Rocky squinted.

“Don’t tap dance with me, sneaky gingerbread. I can see right through you.”

“Well… uh. Neither of us are blind. Miss Maura probably… it seems she likes you.”

Shaking his head, Rocky ran a hand through his hair in relief.

“Oh, Freckle. You don't understand anything. Miss Maura… she's always like that. With everyone. Gives away words like hot cakes. Mine may be puncakes, but they aren’t served with any ‘additional syrup’.”

Calvin stared at the passing cars for a while, thinking if he should try to change his cousin's mind. But suddenly Rocky cautiously asked:

“…you really think?”

Calvin shrugged. Was he sure of what he was talking about? It was hard to tell. But what he'd seen in the eatery certainly… brought up some thoughts.

“Why don't you ask her out, since you two have been in touch for so long?”

“It's not that simple, Freckle,” Rocky sighed and gestured vigorously. “You have to be thorough, have to pick the right moment. Besides, have you seen her grumpy old man? A glancekiller. It's like rescuing a princess from a dragon's lair. And you're suggesting I just walk up and say…” he stopped in the middle of the street in a deep bow with his hands widely outstretched to the sides, “…do me a favor, my fair maid, go with me on a promenade!”

Suddenly Rocky felt how something was lowered on his left hand. He turned his head in puzzlement and found his own fedora hanging there. But it wasn't that that surprised him, it was… Maura. She was looking at him and Freckle with amusement, and Rocky had no idea where to get away from that look. And he wanted to get away. Wanted it desperately. Preferably somewhere under the ground. But before he could say anything, Mau nonchalantly stated:

“Well, if you promise to be a faithful knight, toss a pebble into my window at night.”

Calvin, who was watching all this, began to quietly laugh. Maura waved to him with a mockingly innocent smile.

“Goodbye, Mister McMurray, it was nice to meet you,” and, without waiting for Rocky's reply, she headed back toward the eatery.

Calvin's laughter grew louder the longer he stared at Rocky's confused face. It was simply impossible to hold back. Calvin felt like he was choking, but he didn't stop chuckling even when Rocky elbowed him in the side and exclaimed:

“Stop cackling, you!”

Rocky took a deep breath, covered his face with the fedora and let out a muffled yell. As Calvin continued to laugh, he patted his cousin on the back a few times, either sympathetically or encouragingly; it was also hard to tell.

Though one thing was definitely undoubtful: now Calvin had not a single regret about that visit to Italian eatery. At all.

#tysm for the ask dude <333 #it gave me so much fuel *w*#acesandocs #coffeintheface #missedditart #heldig writings #lackadaisy #romaunce #maura venza oc #rocky rickaby #lackadaisy oc #lackadaisy ocs #lackadaisyoc #lackadaisyocs #maura venza #lackadaisy rocky #rocky lackadaisy #lackadaisy fanfiction

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 2 years

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Dad’s Worst Nightmare: Party Night

Summary: The reader gets a bad feeling while at a college party one night and tries to head home early. A face from the past reappears but a new one makes the night not so terrible...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x daughter!reader

Word Count: 2,800ish

Warnings: language, angst, fluff

A/N: Please enjoy! This part takes place ~2 years after the Bad Dreams timestamp!

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“Y/N,” said your dad through your headphones as you walked down the sidewalk of campus. You rolled your eyes and he huffed. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

“How do you know I rolled-”

“Because I do, smartass. Now why exactly do you need an expensive dress?”

“Uh, it’s cute.”

“Y/N.”

“It’s really cute and mom said I could wear it to one of your like, Hollywood parties,” you said. “You know I need a dress.”

“Fine. How much is it?”

“A hundred dollars?” you said. He chuckled and you smiled as you walked. “Is that a yes?”

“We can handle a hundred. I thought you were gonna say it was a few thousand.”

“Are you nuts? I’m not you after all,” you said.

“Keep it up sassy. I look good in a fancy dress,” he said. You rolled your eyes, walking past a group of high schoolers on a campus tour. “How was class today?”

“Alright. I might go to a party tonight. It’s at Sara’s sorority,” you said. He was quiet on the other end and you swallowed. “Is that cool?”

“You’re twenty one sweetheart. You don’t need to ask permission let alone tell me.”

“I know,” you said. “Just don’t want you to worry if I don’t come home tonight.”

“Thanks,” he said softly. “Just do your homework before you get drunk with your friends.”

“I know dad. I’m headed to my car now. Gonna stop home quick to drop off my backpack and change.”

“Be safe. I gotta run and catch my flight,” he said.

“Can we get brunch tomorrow?”

“Yeah we can go get something. Have fun tonight.”

“I will. I’ll see you in the morning dad.”

It was close to midnight, the party still going strong when a shiver ran down your spine. You spun around the crowded living room, Sara catching your face from across the room.

“What’s wrong?” she said in your ear, pulling you into the kitchen where it was a bit quieter. “You have that look.”

“I don’t know. Just a weird feeling.”

“Did you drink?” she asked and you shook your head, holding up your bottle of water. “Eat anything?”

“No. Everybody ate the pizza. S’just a weird feeling,” you said, Sara forcing a smile. “I think I’m gonna head home.”

“Okay,” she said, giving you a quick hug. “Want me to walk with you to your car?”

“No I’m literally four houses down. I’m fine. Have fun okay? That tall blonde guy has been watching you all night. Have some fun with him for me?” you said. She rolled her eyes and you giggled. “Is he library guy?”

“Yeah. Parties aren’t really his thing,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Yeah but he came,” you said, flashing her a wink before you were headed back to the living room, going up to the guy. “Hey you’re Kyle right?”

“Uh yeah. Sara’s friend?” he asked. You smiled and looked back at her.

“Yeah. So I think you should ask her out and go to lunch with her tomorrow. There’s this hole in the wall mexican place on the west side, Memi’s. It’s her favorite since we were kids. I highly suggest it,” you said, Sara hiding her face when you both looked back at her.

“I don’t know. Sara’s...she’s kinda...out of my league. Sorority girl and all.”

“Yeah. But you’re library guy and she really likes library guy. She’s less sorority girl than you think,” you said. “Just a thought.”

You gave Sara a wave before heading out and jogging down the front steps. You felt the shiver return and quickly pulled your keys from your pocket, skirting down to the sidewalk. It was fairly empty, a few people straggling and going past up to the party. You were a house away from your car when you heard a pair of footsteps behind you. You glanced over your shoulder, freezing when you caught the face in the street lamp.

He narrowed his eyes and started to move. You took off and unlocked your car but he was too close for you to get inside without him catching up. Instead you booked it across the street and ran up the sidewalk until you were near one of the frat houses, a guy walking up it with his back to you.

He glanced over his shoulder when he heard feet pounding pavement. He moved aside for you before turning and slamming into Jimmy, knocking him back to the ground. You tried to catch your breath, the guy pinning Jimmy to the ground, a few frat guys by the front of the house walking over.

“No. You’re not going anywhere,” said the guy as Jimmy tried to squirm free. “Ben! Call campus security! Tell ‘em some douchebag was trying to attack some girl.”

“Are you okay?” asked one of the guys, walking towards you. You stepped back, the guy pining Jimmy down, looking up and at you.

“Eric hang back. She’s scared,” he said. “You’re okay?”

You nodded, staring over at the group of guys. You rubbed your bare arms on the cool fall night, the guy kneeling down on Jimmy looking up at the frat house.

“Here,” he said, sitting up when another one came over to help hold Jimmy. He peeled off his flannel and held it out, a soft smile on his face. “It’s alright.”

You forced yourself to step closer to grab it, quickly backing up again and putting your arms through the sleeves. You wrapped it around yourself, flinching when Jimmy tried to break free again.

“Try that again and see what happens,” said the guy. You swallowed and heard a siren in the distance, the guy still smiling at you. “You’re safe. I promise.”

“Thank you,” you said half an hour later as Taylor walked you back to your car. “I really, really can’t begin to tell you how thankful I am.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said, stopping at your door.

“Y/N.”

“Well Y/N I’m sure if you were my size you’d have done the same thing for me,” he said, glancing at your car. “Sure you’re okay to drive home? I’ll wait with you if you want to call a friend to take you.”

“I’m about to have a very long night. Somebody else driving me home won’t make it any easier,” you said. He blinked and you looked down. “That wasn’t just a random guy. He um, he’s bothered me before. This isn’t over for me.”

“That’s why you were so scared of me and my friends.”

“It was really bad when he was in my life before. Really bad,” you said, wiping off your face with the sleeve of his flannel you still wore. You started to take it off and he shook his head with a smile.

“Keep it. My lucky flannel actually. Bad stuff doesn’t happen when you got that shirt on,” he said.

“I need several thousand of these then,” you said, sniffling some. He cocked his head, almost moving his hand but keeping it by his side. “I got to go home.”

“Our party is winding down. Do you want to hang out for a minute until you’re not so upset to drive?” he asked.

“I don’t think I should. I don’t have good luck with parties,” you said. He chuckled and nodded.

“Drive safe, Y/N,” he said. “I’ll see you around.”

You opened the door and paused, Taylor waiting on the other side for you to get in.

“You good?”

“This is the last good night of sleep my parents are going to have because of me. Again,” you said. You stared at him and swallowed. “I can’t go home.”

“I got a safe place you can crash if you want,” he said. He held out a hand and you carefully took it, shutting your car door and locking it up. You crossed the street, walking back up the sidewalk with him. “There’s an empty bedroom at the top of the stairs. Kinda a um…”

“The fuck room?” you asked and he laughed, shaking his head.

“No, no. I mean I’m sure people have fucked in there but it’s more of a...guest room for those who need it. It’s safe I promise.”

“You’re sure?” you asked, turning up the path to the frat house with him.

“I’ll sleep outside on the floor if you want,” he said. You shook your head, heading inside, not too many people in there, a few guys throwing some trash into bags. “You want to go to bed or stay up a bit?”

“I don’t know,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut. “Sorry.”

“Hey,” he said softly. “Don’t be sorry. We can sit out on the back porch for a bit. I can bore you to sleep with how fascinating a person I am.”

You smiled, Taylor taking you back and outside, a few guys sitting around a bonfire in the backyard.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you said, Taylor smiling as he grabbed a few lawn chairs and pulled them away from the fire and over towards the backdoor.

“Neither do I,” he said. “We got that in common already.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, sitting down in a chair, Taylor ducking inside and returning with a thick wool blanket, handing it to you. He had a beer in his hand too and a bottle of water, holding them both out before you took the water.

“Any particular reason you wanted to share that fact?” he asked with a smirk.

“My last boyfriend was great but he was in Canada and I moved back here for school and I just don’t want you getting the wrong idea here. Like I’m absolutely not looking for a boyfriend. At all.”

“Well I’m not looking for a girlfriend,” he said, cracking open his beer with another smile.

“Don’t have that look on your face.”

“What look?”

“That cocky frat guy look.”

“Y/N the only thing I want is for you to feel safe tonight, not get in your pants. I’m totally a virgin by the way. Never even had a girlfriend.”

“That by choice?” you asked.

“Oh no. I want sex,” he laughed.

“You live in a frat house.”

“Yeah and call me old fashioned but I want to love the woman that I have sex and do that stuff with. I’m not saving myself or waiting for marriage but I want it to be with someone I care about, you know?” he said.

“You’re a horrible excuse for the frat guy stereotype you know.”

“Part of my charm,” he said. He glanced down, a little shy like and you burrowed into the blanket.

“That’s a good thing,” you said.

“Still single.”

“Still saved my ass,” you said. He nodded and smiled, looking up at the dark sky above. “I’m a virgin too you know. I have a similar philosophy when it comes to dating and sex.”

“You’re too pretty to never have found a guy you loved,” he said.

“Didn’t love him enough to want to have sex with him. I kinda come with a lot of this hidden baggage Taylor.”

“He didn’t like that?”

“I was nineteen. I wasn’t ready. The baggage kind of…”

“That guy tonight?” he asked. You nodded, Taylor taking a sip from his can. “He’s not so scary.”

“You don’t know what he’s capable of. If you knew him like I did, you’d be scared.”

“Maybe he’s scary. But baggage from him? That’s not so scary,” he said.

“How would you know?”

“Baggage is just crap you gotta carry. But it’s not you. So maybe you got baggage but that’s just extra crap. At the end of the day it’s just you and you don’t seem so scary,” he said.

“You’ve never seen me at six in the morning,” you said with a quiet chuckle.

“I’m sure she’s just fine,” he said. You turned your head and caught Taylor looking back, dark brown eyes staring into yours.

“I was drugged at a party in high school. It was an attempted kidnapping for ransom. Jimmy and his brothers and dad were all involved. Eventually they did take me and my dad, had us on the run when we escaped. They went to prison but Jimmy went to juvie because he was underage and didn’t have as active of a role in the more severe stuff. Apparently he’s still pissed and looking for revenge. How’s that for baggage?” you said, sitting back in your seat.

“Sounds like you’re kinda badass,” he said. You snapped your head in his direction, a smile on his lips. “That doesn’t scare me. Like I said, that’s just baggage, it’s not you.”

“It should. Jimmy is just going to come back again.”

“Well let him,” he said, giving you a hard look. “I’m bigger than he is last I checked. He pulls any shit he’ll be tried as an adult. I’m sure he’ll get some time for what he pulled tonight. So relax. I said you’re safe.”

“I-”

“You’re safe. Relax Y/N. He’s not going to bother you tonight and tomorrow you can talk to your parents and figure everything else out but tonight you’re good. So stop spinning your wheels and let me distract you alright?” he said. You sunk down in your seat, pulling the blanket up under your chin.

“Okay,” you said quietly. “Just for a little while until I get tired.”

“Whatever you want Y/N.”

“Thank you,” said your dad to the lawyer the next afternoon after you were walking out of the court house. He was barely out of the building before his fists were clenched. “I could strangle the little shit. I could and get away with it. Parents snap all the time in court.”

“Honey,” said your mom with a sigh as you walked down the steps ahead of them. “He broke his restraining order. He’s going away for at least-”

“Taylor?” you said, spotting him on a bench, looking through his phone. He stood up and smiled. “What are you doing here?”

“Your lawyer called me and asked me to come down in case they needed me to say anything but they didn’t need me,” he said, your parents walking over.

“You the frat guy?” asked your dad. He nodded, your dad returning it. “Thank you.”

“It was no big deal. Not a fan of douchebags,” he said.

“Still. Thank you,” said your dad. You waved them to go ahead, Taylor smiling when they were out of hearing distance.

“He doesn’t seem as overprotective as you said.”

“You didn’t have the joy of watching him freak out this morning,” you said. “Thanks for coming down. I really appreciate it.”

“I’m happy to help, really,” he said.

“I gotta run. We have to talk with the lawyer again,” you said, taking a step backwards. “You um, you want to hang out later?”

“I don’t have your number,” he said, taking out his phone. You put in your contact and handed it back, giving him a smile. “Tonight?”

“Text me,” you said, nearly tripping in your heels. He smirked and you rolled your eyes. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything. I’ll try in a little bit when you’re done with that lawyer stuff,” he said.

“Thanks. I’ll uh, see you later,” you said, quickly spinning around. You caught up with your parents at the car, getting a pair of smirks from them both as you buckled up. “What?”

“Is his dad a cop?” asked your dad.

“Taylor!” you shouted, opening the back door as he started heading down the sidewalk. He spun around fast and you leaned out of the seat. “What’s your dad do?”

“Huh?”

“What’s your dad’s job?” you shouted.

“He’s a postman?” he said.

“He’s good,” chuckled your dad.

“You’re good!” you said, giving him a thumbs up.

“You are so weird you know that right?” he called.

“Yeah...but you like that,” you said. He smiled and you gave him a quick wave before you were back in the car and your dad pulled out. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said with a smile. “I like your friend is all.”

“Why?” you asked.

“You are so not as shook up as you should be and he’s probably a good reason for it,” said your mom. “So we like him.”

“Well he’s...I don’t know...he’s just my friend,” you said, catching them share a look.

“Okay. He’s just a friend,” said your dad, your mom reaching over and taking hold of his hand. “Alright. Long day is almost over. A few more papers and then you can invite your friend over for dinner if you want.”

“Thanks,” you said quietly. “For not you know, going crazy protective.”

“Oh I will be. He’s kinda got a good track record of doing that himself so far is all,” he said. “Just one teensy favor.”

“No parties for a while?”

“That’s my girl.”

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#spn #supernatural #jensen x daughter!reader #jensen ackles au #jensen ackles #spn fanfic #rpf #au #daughter!reader #jensen fanfic #supernatural fanfic

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m-jelly · 2 years

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I wouldn't change my life for anything in the world.

@kenkopanda-art

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, time skips, adoption, fluff, romance, Levi being a dad, pregnancy, money troubles at first, becoming a CEO, cute.

Concept: As Levi is finishing university at 22, he gets a call about his 12-year-old cousin, Mikasa, losing both her parents and might be moved into the fostering system. Levi doesn't have much money due to being in uni, but he doesn't want Mikasa to be separated from her friends and she's family. Levi looks after her and raises her until she's old enough to go to university. During the years of financial struggle, Levi eventually works for Erwin and becomes CEO of the business. When she's ready to go, Levi meets you and starts happily dating you but is nervous about letting you know about Mikasa. You click with Mikasa and love her to pieces. You help her with lady and romance issues during uni. She becomes a wonderful big sister to yours and Levi's baby as well.

Note: This was a wonderful idea that was born from @ladycheesington amazing mind. We chatted and developed a few points together. I hope she loves what I've done with the idea <3 This post will contain sections of important parts that happen in both Levi's and Mikasa's lives.

In the beginning.

Levi carried Mikasa's bags into his very small apartment. He put the bags down in his room. "I uh, I'm sorry it's so small. You can have my room and I'll sleep on the sofa."

Mikasa looked around the small living room before walking into the bedroom. "Mm."

"I made the bed and it's all clean. I don't have a girlfriend, so it'll just be me and you." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sorry it's not as nice as your parent's place. We'll get a better place, I promise. It will take a few years, but I'll do my best."

He watched Mikasa walk around the room. She opened the balcony door and walked out to see a busy street. She wiggled the railing a bit and turned to look at Levi. She walked back in and sat on the bed and bounced a bit.

Levi gulped hard as he felt nervous. "I-If it's not okay, I can try and get you something better. You'll have to give me a few months to save up the money."

Levi put her suitcase on the bed, then moved the rest of her bags into the room and saw she'd started unpacking her things. He felt a little relieved that she was settling in.

He grabbed a present and handed it over to her. "It's a welcome gift."

Mikasa unwrapped it and opened the box to see a cheap mobile phone inside. She stared at it and turned it on. She stared at the background picture set as her parents.

Levi ruffled his hair as his heart throbbed in his chest, he had no clue if he was doing the right thing. "I know it's not the latest thing, but I made sure to get you a good tariff. I set your phone up for you as well. I hope you don't mind."

Mikasa welled up as she looked at the phone. She rubbed her tears away and sniffed a little.

Levi went white. "Sh...I mean...I'm sorry."

Mikasa got up and hugged Levi. "Thank you."

Levi hugged her back. "I know this isn't the best and I don't have much money, but I'll do everything I can to get you what you need. There's a great school here and Armin goes to it. You'll be with one od your friends at school and out of school."

"Thank you."

He gulped. "Do you want pizza?"

"Sure."

He led her to the living room and ordered the pizza over the house phone. He sat with her and watched some TV as they ate together. The first night was terrible. He heard Mikasa crying. He comforted her because he understood her pain. The crying got less over the days, but then she had nightmares about her parents being killed. He stayed with her and barely slept.

Levi was trying to run a business with his uni friend Erwin, but it was only starting off and costing them both a lot. Levi had to get two other jobs to pay his way and to support Mikasa. He bought her all she needed for school and sacrificed things for himself. Mikasa ate well and slept the right amount of hours, but Levi barely ate a thing and only slept three hours each day.

Levi came home exhausted to see his apartment was spotless and Mikasa was gripping the mop. "Mikasa?"

She looked around and blushed. "I thought I would clean. You've been working so much and you give me a lot. I wanted to do something for you." She put the mop away and hurried to the kitchen. "I umm cooked dinner. You haven't been eating much and it worries me. You'll all I have left."

Levi smiled at Mikasa and walked over to her. He hugged her before wiping her tears away. "Thank you. I'll take care of myself more, okay?"

"Promise."

He hummed a laugh. "I promise."

She grabbed the dinner and put it on the coffee table because there was no room for a dining table. "I followed the notebook recipe you have."

Levi smiled. "That's my mother's." He made two cups of tea and sat with her on the floor. "Thank you for the meal."

She smiled with pride. "Enjoy!"

Being 16

Mikasa walked through the city on her way home and kept thinking about how hard Levi was working. She knew he was making more money now, but it wasn't enough to move out of the apartment. She knew very well he was sacrificing things for himself so she could have things. She had a newer phone and a laptop, but it meant Levi couldn't get a car. The apartment had been updated with nicer things for Mikasa, but Levi had to buy a lot of the things secondhand for himself.

She stopped when she saw a sign asking for a part-timer. She slipped into the bakery and talked to them. She proved she was sixteen and talked about her school hours and they nicely worked it around her school. She worked there as often as she could and got a bit of money for her work.

Mikasa wasn't sure what to do with her money. She knew it wasn't much, but knew it could help a little. She didn't think she could help with the bills, but there was a chance she could possibly buy some food. She changed her mind about getting food because if she did, Levi would know she was working and would be upset.

Levi wanted Mikasa to focus on school and he would deal with money and troubles like that. So, she wanted to do something so he knew how much she appreciated him taking her in, giving her everything she needed and more. She knew Levi was a saint and she saw him as a hero.

She came across something she knew would show her appreciation.

A teacup.

She saved up all her money and walked into the shop with pride. She handed the money over that she worked really hard to earn. She paid a bit extra for it to be wrapped up nicely. She was so nervous about giving it to Levi that she kept it for a few days hidden in her room.

Until Levi found it while cleaing.

Levi frowned as he swept under the bed. He frowned at the wrapped-up box and pulled it out. "Mikasa?" He stood up. "Mikasa!"

Mikasa stopped cleaning the living room and joined Levi. "Yes?"

He showed her the box. "You got something to tell me?"

She blushed. "It um...it's not what you think."

He walked closer. "You are far too young for this kind of thing."

She frowned a little. "Thing? What thing?"

Levi blushed a little. "Oh...nothing."

She smiled and pointed. "It's for you."

He sat down on her bed and carefully pulled the wrapping off. He opened the box to reveal a teacup inside. He picked it up and fought tears. "Where did you get the money for this?"

She walked over. "I've been working in a bakery part-time. Don't worry, I haven't let it change the way I've been studying. My grades haven't changed at all. I like it there and I want to help with getting food. I was worried you'd tell me to quit because of that." She hugged herself. "I want to show you that I appreciate you. I know we don't have much money. I know you work two jobs and it used to be three. I know you restrict things for yourself and give me a lot. I wanted to give back."

Levi gripped the cup as his vision went foggy. He sniffed and wiped his tears away. He cleared his throat and smiled at Mikasa. "Thank you."

"Do I have to quit my job?"

He put his arm around his cousin and tugged her close. "No, no you can keep it. You really want to help out with the food shopping?"

"Please."

He sighed. "Alright, you can help out a little."

Business is booming

Levi had a smile on his face as he drove his new car to Mikasa's school. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when he turned up to pick her up. She was turning 17 soon and things were looking up for the Ackermans.

Levi had managed to get a big partner to sign a deal with Erwin's company. Once that happened, more people signed up and it was an avalanche of business coming in. Levi and Erwin were now earning a lot more, employing more people and were becoming well off people. Levi had kept his eye on it over the past months and as things got better, he was able to get a new car and an apartment.

He had spent the whole day moving out of the old single apartment to a new one with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a dining room too. He knew Mikasa was going to love having her own space and being happy. He knew it'd be hard at first to accept there was money now, but now he could send her off to university with no worries.

He pulled up to her school and stood outside the car and waited. He narrowed his eyes at Eren hanging around Mikasa as they left school. He could see the little blush on Mikasa's cheeks as she laughed at Eren. "Tch, Eren. Damn mutt."

Armin spotted Levi and gasped. "Mr Ackerman? Is that car yours?"

Levi nodded. "Yeah."

Mikasa stopped walking and stared at the car and took in Levi's suit. "Levi? What's happening?"

He waited for her to walk over. "You know that deal I mention to you? The big one?"

She gasped as the realisation hit her. "You did it?"

He nodded. "Yeah, a few months ago. I didn't tell you because I wanted to make sure that it was going to go well. It has. We are representing so many people and helping out a lot of companies. Soon, almost everyone in this city will be reaching out to us to design their brands and create business models for them." He blushed. "Sorry, I'm boring you."

She shook her head. "No, no you're not. I saw your work and I knew you'd do it. So, what does this mean?"

He held her upper arms. "It means we don't have money troubles anymore. We have a car."

She looked it over. "Second hand?"

"New."

She smiled. "Really?"

He nodded. "I also have something else to show you." He opened the car door. "Hop in."

She climbed into the car and waved to her friends. "Where are we going?"

He glanced over at her. "It's a surprise."

She looked out the window and watched the city go by and noticed the nice part. "Levi?"

He pulled into a parking spot under the building and led her to the lift. He pressed a button and sighed. "Trust me."

She hummed. "Okay..."

He stepped out of the lift and waved her closer. "Come on."

She walked over to him and stopped at a door. "Levi?"

He unlocked the door and opened it. "Come on in."

She moved into the room and saw a wonderful kitchen, a living room and a dining area. "It's really nice."

He hurried ahead. "This way!" He ran to a door and opened it. "In here."

She entered the bedroom and saw a double bed and lots of places to put clothes. "Wow." Her eyes widened when she saw her things in the room. "Wait..."

Levi opened a door in the room. "There's a bathroom too."

She looked inside and saw more of her things. "Wait, wait, wait...Levi?"

He waved her closer. "Come with me."

She hurried after him. "Levi, I'm confused."

He pushed some presents towards her. "Open the small one first."

She carefully opened the wrapping, something she learned from Levi. She frowned at a little box before opening it to see a key was inside. "A key?"

Levi nodded. "Yeah, to our new apartment."

She looked up at Levi as her eyes widened. "Wait...wait...this is our place?"

"It's all ours."

She welled up. "It's ours!"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"Do you have a bedroom?"

Levi felt his heart swell. He couldn't believe she cared more about Levi than herself. "I do. I have my own bathroom too. I'm over there through that door."

She smiled. "You have your own bedroom! No more sofa! I'm so happy!" She ran over to Levi's room and looked it over. "You deserve this, Levi. No more depriving yourself, please."

He sighed. "But you deserve a lot more."

"Levi."

He ruffled his hair and let out a long sigh. "Alright, no more depriving myself of things." He cleared his throat. "There's an issue with your job though, you're too far from the bakery but I heard there's a nice tea, herb and spice shop nearby that will hire you. The doorman said the lady who runs it is nice."

Mikasa smiled. "You're letting me work still?"

"Yeah, you like it, so go for it." He pointed to the door. "I'll get you the application papers, okay? You stay here and enjoy yourself." He pointed at a present. "Open that one."

Mikasa opened it as Levi walked away. "A new phone!?"

"Keep opening the gifts!"

He rode the lift down and walked down the road to a cute shop that looked so warm and welcoming. He slipped inside and saw everything was varnished food, there were plants everywhere, the place smelt incredible. He felt at home. He looked around and turned when her heard a sweet voice.

"Hi! Welcome!"

Levi turned around and felt his cheeks burn and his heart flutter in his chest when he locked eyes with you. He couldn't get over your cute dungarees, sweet boots and charming smile. He felt the world around him pause as you walked over.

You giggled. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yes, s-sorry umm...hi."

You hummed a laugh. "Hi. Can I help you?"

He cleared his throat. "Le-Levi. I'm Levi."

You shook his hand and said your name. "Lovely to meet you." You blushed and felt your heart skip a beat. "You're new here."

He nodded. "Recently moved here. I-I um..."

You smiled. "Things looking up? I know that look. I had nothing for a while too and nothing went my way." You let out a long sigh. "Took so long for this place to take off." You hummed in thought. You jumped when you realised you'd taken over the conversation. "I'm so sorry! I'm taking over the conversation."

He walked closer. "Don't be sorry, keep talking."

"Oh, I was told I talk to much..."

He shook his head. "I like listening. So, you worked hard for this place?"

You nodded. "Yeah! I umm struggled a lot in life and I ah never got much in life. I have fantastic parents, but I always had bad luck. I worked my ass off and things never went my way."

Levi felt like he'd found his soulmate. "Me too! I started a business with my friend and it was like making a fucking wall out of chocolate in the hot summer sun."

You laughed. "That's so true!"

He laughed a little before blushing. "I ah...so..."

You lightly touched under Levi's eyes making him close them. He hummed and relaxed into your touch. He opened them again and marvelled at the colour that was your eyes. He looked at every speckle in them and shine. He scanned your face and felt himself falling for you.

You blushed a little as you enjoyed Levi's handsome features. "Do...do you get much sleep?"

"No."

You walked over to your tea collection and grabbed a few. "As a welcome to the area, I have some tea for you."

He walked over to the counter. "How much?"

You handed two small tins over. "On the house." You smiled. "This one will help you sleep and this one lets you relax."

He smiled as he looked at the cute tins. "Thank you. Oh, I was told you're looking for help. My cousin is 17 and she wants to help out around here. Do you have an application?"

You leaned on the counter. "Send her here whenever."

"What about an application?"

You hummed a laugh. "She's a young lady that wants to work. You know the struggles of life and I can imagine she does. I'm all for helping out a young lady."

He nodded and held back a smile. "Great." He stumbled a little near the door. "Great..."

You nibbled your lip. "So, would you like to go out for a drink or lunch sometime?" You blushed and traced patterns on the counter. "I mean, you're new around here and I'm sure you would like a friend."

He ran over to the counter and grabbed a paper and yanked his pen out of his pocket. "I would love to. Here is my number." He cleared his throat as he stared at you. "Umm..." He grabbed his things and ran. "Bye!"

You giggled as he fell out of your shop and ran off. "So cute."

Introductions

Levi cleared his throat as he felt nervous as you both had lunch together. He'd been dating you for almost two months now and he wanted to tell you he loved you. He had told you about Mikasa being his cousin, but you didn't know he was acting like a father to her and she was living with him. Levi always went over to yours.

He reached over and held your hand. "I love you."

You squeezed Levi's hand as you blushed. "I love you too."

He lifted your hand up and kissed it. "I love you so much."

You hummed a laugh. "Everything okay?"

He shifted in his seat a little. "So, umm...about Mikasa..."

You locked eyes with Levi. "Yeah?"

"She umm...she's more than a cousin." He saw you pull back. "N-not like that! Shit, I worded that badly." He huffed. "Her parents died when she was 12 and uh I got the call when I was finishing uni. I took her in and raised her as my own. So, when I say she's more than a cousin, I mean she's like a daughter to me."

You welled up. "She lives with you?"

Levi panicked. "Ah, don't cry! I'm sorry I lied!"

You sat next to him and hugged him tightly. "You're incredible! You took her in and looked after her. It must have been so hard for her and you. Poor Mikasa." You smiled at Levi. "Did you think this would upset me?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, well I kind of have a 17 year old kid who lives with me."

You kissed Levi making him blush. "I think it's wonderful. I adore Mikasa and we get in so well when she works with me." You gasped. "Are you going to officially introduce us?"

He blushed bright red. "Yes."

"So, I'm meeting your family?"

He pouted a little. "Yes."

You giggled and hugged his arm. "This is amazing." You nuzzled the crook of his neck. "Sorry, I'm just blushing so hard right now. I'm so happy."

He smiled. "Me too. I want you to be part of my family so badly." He got up and pulled you to your feet. "Come on. We'll go meet her."

You gasped and went white. "Wait! I need to get changed and get her a gift!" You shot up to your feet. "I need to make her dinner...I have so much to plan..."

Levi blushed at you being cute. He hummed a laugh. "You don't need to."

You cupped his face. "I must! I want her to like me."

"She already likes you."

You gathered your things. "But that's as a boss!"

Levi grabbed you and pulled you close. "Stop, breathe, okay? We'll go shopping together and you can cook at my place. You can see where I live and meet Mikasa when she comes home from school."

You nibbled your lip. "Okay...okay...I can do this..."

Levi followed you to the nearest food shop. "Honey, you're okay." He held your hand. "Everything is okay."

You hummed. "I gotta cook her something good. What does she like? Does she like spicy or does she hate that kind of thing? Does she eat meat or not? I love ramen and I could make some for her, but I need to know if she likes meat!"

He cupped your face. "Ramen is perfect and she likes meat."

"Okay!" You grabbed a trolly. "Let's go!"

Levi took it from you. "I'm buying and I'll push this."

Levi watched fondly as you ran around the shop grabbing things for ramen, nice drinks and a dessert. He drove you to his place and carried all the bags. He smiled as you busied yourself in his kitchen. He thought you fitted into his life just perfectly. He knew it was just two months in, but he wanted you for life.

You offered Levi a spoonful of the broth for the ramen. "Check please."

He sipped and hummed. "It's delicious."

You smiled. "Will she like it?"

"Yes."

"Great." You checked everything over and made sure the cake was cool. You started decorating and putting it together so it was a perfect strawberry and cream cake. "I think that's it."

Levi put his arm around you and kissed the side of your head. "She'll love it and you." He growled at you and started nipping and kissing your neck.

Mikasa walked in as she texted Eren on her phone. She noticed a pair of shoes that weren't hers. She looked up to see you in an apron with Levi's arm around you and him nibbling your neck. "Cute."

Levi pulled away. "Mikasa!"

You gasped and hurried over with a boba drink you made. You bowed to her. "Welcome home!" You offered her the drink. "I-I made this for you."

She took it and hummed. "Thanks. So, you two finally admitting your dating to me?"

Levi walked over. "I never told her you're like a daughter to me and you live with me. So, umm...I wanted her to meet you officially like a dad would introduce his kid to his girlfriend."

She smiled. "Cool. You're perfect for each other." She looked over the food. "Did you make all this?"

You nodded. "Yeah because I want you to like me and I thought it'd be a nice hello meal."

She hummed a laugh. "I like you though. Can I help you set up the dining table."

You welled up. "Please."

She grabbed a few things and walked with you. "So, how long have you two been dating? Has it been since we moved here?"

You nodded. "Yeah."

"That's really cool." She frowned. "Does that mean I have to sign something at work to say we're going to be related or something?"

You blushed. "Related?"

She sat down and giggled. "Well, he's not dated anyone since I came into his life. So, he's very serious about you."

"Really?"

Levi carried the food over as he blushed. "She's right."

"Wow...umm...that makes me so happy." You gasped and put together everyone's ramen. "Here you go. Enjoy everyone."

Mikasa smiled. "Thank you for the meal."

You ate together and joked around as if you were one big happy family. You slipped into their lives easily. You felt like you belonged. Mikasa was gushing to you about a lot and was treating you like her mother. Levi had his arm around you when you all sat back and just had drinks.

Mikasa helped Levi clean before turning to you. "Do you wanna play some video games with me?"

You gasped. "Please!"

Levi frowned. "What about me?"

Mikasa snorted a laugh. "You can drink your tea and read your books. Old man."

"I'm not old!"

You giggled. "Mikasa? I'm only a bit younger than Levi, by like two years."

She stared at you. "Yeah, but he's old in the mind." She hugged your arm. "We're going to my room...bye."

You and Mikasa

You and Levi had been together for over a year and Mikasa was in university. You and she were in contact a lot and you helped her a lot with her girl troubles. She was secretly dating Eren and both were deeply in love, but she knew Levi would kill Eren if he knew. So, you were her everything.

You were sitting on the sofa cuddling Levi as you looked at holiday locations for you, him and Mikasa. "I think this might be nice."

Levi kissed the top of your head. "Yeah. We'll get our own room and Mikasa can have her own."

Mikasa walked into the living room on her summer break. "Hey, mum? Can I borrow you?" She stared at you and Levi as you both stared at her in shock. "What?"

"You called her mum."

You welled up. "You see me as mum?"

Mikasa blushed hard. "Maybe...can I borrow you?"

You jumped up and hurried over. "Yes! Of course."

She cleared her throat. "We need to go out."

You nodded. "Sure. I'll grab my purse. Levi? Do you want anything?"

Levi pouted. "No...just hurry home."

"We will." You walked with Mikasa and took her to her favourite cafe. You paid for drinks and sat with her. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

She nibbled her lip. "It's about Eren."

"Okay."

She let out a long sigh. "We want to start...you know?" She shrugged a little. "And well...Levi wants me to never ever sleep with a guy. You've helped me out so much already. You're a woman and I know you and Levi have a lot of...you know."

You blushed. "You haven't heard us, have you?"

She laughed. "No, no, it's just Levi has a spring in his step and I've seen the lovebites. Your skin is glowing too."

"Great, cause I would be mortified if you'd heard us."

"Never heard you."

You relaxed. "Good. So, you want help about starting."

She nodded. "Yes...does it hurt?"

You hummed a bit. "Well, I mean...a bit? But! It'll be okay. It's all about preparation, okay?"

You talked to Mikasa and made her feel relaxed about it all. You told her how it would be and to make sure they both talked. You took her to the shop and showed her different things to help them both. You bought some for her and then went to Eren's place.

Eren spent the whole time blushing as you talked. He kept looking at your legs and chest. Mikasa and Eren were both 18, so they were young and in both their eyes you were an adult. So, you had the body of an older woman. You clapped your hands to stop both from staring at you. You talked a bit longer and both seemed very comfortable by the end.

You sighed. "Great! I'm so glad we're good, just Levi doesn't know about you two being active." You stood up. "Come with me."

Eren panicked. "I can't face Levi."

You slapped your hands on his cheeks and looked him in the eyes. "If you can't face Levi, then you don't deserve Miki." You let him go. "Miki is my world and she means a lot to me and Levi. You need to get on with him. If you both keep lying to him about this, it'll hurt him. The longer you take, the more hurt he'll be. We won't tell him about you two sleeping together, but we need to tell him about you two being a couple."

Mikasa hugged herself. "But he doesn't like Eren."

"He doesn't like anyone who gets close to his cousin who he's been treating as his daughter."

"He...he sees me as his daughter?"

You nodded. "Of course. You're his kid to him. He wants to protect you. He's a man, Mikasa, he's a man. So, he knows what men can be like."

She hugged herself and smiled. "I understand...I want to tell him." She turned to Eren. "We're telling him together and if you refuse, we're over. Levi is...Levi is my dad."

Eren smiled. "I want him to like me because I love you. I'm coming, I just hope he doesn't murder me."

You led them to the apartment. "I'll tame him, don't you worry!" You slipped into the room to see Levi still on the sofa looking at holidays. "Levi!"

Levi perked up and called your name. "Welcome back." He saw Eren and instantly looked angry. "Tch, what's he doing here?"

You hurried over and kissed Levi. "I love you."

He smiled. "Love you too, but why is Eren here?"

Mikasa held Eren's hand and pulled him over to you and Levi. "Mum? Dad?"

Levi welled up. "Dad?"

She smiled at Eren. "This is my boyfriend Eren. We love each other, he's respectful and if he isn't I will tell you so you can murder him."

Levi walked up to Eren. "Tch, you love her?"

Eren nodded. "Y-Yes."

"You in university?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"Grades?"

Mikasa hugged Eren's arm. "He's getting great grades. He's not the top, but close. He gets in the 80s out of 100."

Levi watched the cold sweat roll down the side of Eren's face, then him take a bit nervous gulp. "That so?"

Eren shivered. "Sir, I really love her and I'm working hard to get great grades. I w-want to have a g-good future with her. She deserves the world. I want to give that to her. Oh, but if Mikasa wants to earn the money and make me stay at home, then I will! I will do anything for her."

You rubbed Levi's back. "Sweetheart?" You kissed his cheek and whispered to him. "Miki adores Eren and Eren has been nothing but respectful to her and me."

Levi frowned. "You've known about them?"

You pulled him to the bedroom. "Wait there you two." You closed the door. "Levi, she didn't tell you for a long time because she values your opinion. She thinks you're her dad, okay? She knows how much you've done for her, so having your respect and approval means the world to her. She didn't tell you because she knows you don't like any guy that gets close to her. Plus, Eren was a little shit as a kid, but he's better now. They love each other and you have to admit, my love, you can be really scary sometimes."

He sat down on the bed. "You're right."

You walked up to him and hugged his head into your boobs. "You've done so much for her and she loves you for that, but it's time to let her make her own choices now. You can't protect her forever, okay? She's an adult now. All we can do is be there for her."

He sighed. "You're right." He looked up at you and smiled softly. "What would I do without you?"

You knelt in front of him. "I love you. I deeply love you." You held his hands. "I know this is hard and Eren was a shithead, but he has changed, he means well now and he's trying so hard." You leaned up and kissed him. "Give him a chance, for her."

He sighed. "Okay, okay." He smiled softly. "For her." He walked with you out of the bedroom. "Eren? Would you like to stay for dinner?"

Eren blushed. "I would, sir, thank you."

You and Levi

You sat across Levi's back as you placed one hand on his cheek as you kissed his other. You smiled against his cheek as he hummed in happiness. "I love you."

Levi massaged the inside of your thigh. "I love you too."

You followed Levi's gaze to see he was glaring at Eren and Mikasa. You and Mikasa had convinced Levi to invite Eren on holiday, but Levi had become pissed off when he saw Eren touching Mikasa and kissing her.

You nuzzled the crook of his neck. "Stop glaring at Eren and pay attention to me."

Levi pulled his gaze from Eren and looked at you. "Hi." He smiled. "Hi, beautiful."

You kissed him. "That's better." You gasped. "We have our date tonight."

He hummed. "I'm not happy leaving them two alone."

"Levi, they have their own room."

"I know, but they have a whole night together and dinner."

You pulled back from Levi. "I know she's like a daughter to you, but she's an adult."

"Tch, I just don't want her being touched."

You pouted a little. "I get it, darling, but you're leaving me with no choice. If you're that worried about her and Eren, then you can stay with them tonight and I will go to dinner alone."

He watched you get up and pull on your beach dress. "Wait."

You stopped and looked down at him on the sunbed. "Yes?"

"I want dinner with you."

You smiled. "Great!"

He stood up. "I'll get Eren and Mikasa so come too."

You let out a long sigh. "You know what? Forget it."

Levi chased after you. "Honey! Wait! What's wrong?"

You turned to him. "Mikasa is my world too and I know you've had her longer and you two have been through a lot together, but you can't keep babying her. If you keep this up, she'll think you don't trust her and you'll push her away." You huffed. "I love you so much and she loves you, but you have to drop this. Trust her. I'll go to our booking and if you turn up, wonderful, if you decide to stay with her and watch over here then that's okay too."

Levi hummed in thought. He walked over to Mikasa and Eren. "Oi? I need a word with you both. Look, I've been on your asses for a month since I've known about you being a couple." He gulped hard. "I have been suffocating you, Mikasa and neglecting my own relationship in the process. You're not a baby anymore, you're an adult."

Mikasa hugged Levi. "Dad, mum needs you." She pulled back. "I know this is scary that I've grown up, but I'm okay, I'm safe. You don't need to do everything for me anymore. I'm okay. Focus on your girlfriend and for god's sake, ask her to marry you!"

Levi blushed. "Yeah, you're right. Okay...okay...you two? Go on a date and enjoy your night." He clenched his jaw and pointed at Eren. "Wear a condom and if you don't, I'll cut your fucking dick off and make you eat it. Got it!?"

Eren went white and nodded. "Y-Yes, sir."

Levi let out a long sigh. "Right...right...okay...enjoy your night and I love you, Mikasa."

She giggled and waved. "Love you too."

Levi ran to his room to see you'd already left. He changed into a nice white smart shirt, tight trousers and smart shoes. He grabbed the ring box and ran to the restaurant to see you sitting on the balcony looking out at the sea with a cocktail in hand.

He stood by the table and said your name. "Hi."

You looked up at Levi and smiled. "Hey. So um...I'm sorry about how I acted and spoke. I had no right and she's a daughter to you and I've slipped into your life, but she's been with you since she was 12." You welled up and rubbed your tears away. "I'm so sorry. I have no right to be here with you."

Levi yanked his chair over to next to you and sat. "Hey, hey, hey." He wiped your tears away. "Don't be sorry, okay? You were right. Mikasa backed you up as well. I need to accept she's an adult now and my time raising her is over, but I can be there for her when she needs me. I have another family that needs more of my attention." He smiled at you. "You and me. I love you with all my heart and soul." He pulled out the ring box and opened it. "You're my everything. Marry me."

You smiled and nodded. "Yes, yes Levi."

He slipped the ring on your hand before he kissed you. "You've made me so happy." He smiled and laughed a little. "We should move house and let Mikasa have her own place."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded. "I don't think she wants me watching over her all the time." He cleared his throat. "Plus, I umm...I want to have a family with you."

You smiled. "Me too."

Big sister

You held your baby girl, Kuchel, in your arms as you chatted to Mikasa. You couldn't believe Mikasa had finished university and was working hard in her job at a security and bodyguard company created by her. You and Levi supported her and Eren had done really well too and helped out at her company.

You and Levi had indulged in your relationship. You had a beautiful wedding, got a new place with a big garden. After time, you and Levi had a little surprise, which was your daughter. She wasn't planned, but a baby had been talked about. Kuchel was a blessing to you all and you all loved her deeply.

Mikasa was so in love with Kuchel, that she treated your daughter as if she was her sister. She would come over a lot just to see Kuchel and play with her. She was around you a lot when you were pregnant and kept hanging out. Mikasa and Levi bought a lot of baby things. Both melted when Kuchel was born and were so happy when she progressed and grew up a little.

You smiled at Mikasa as you both sat outside in the back garden. You laughed a little as your six-month-old girl threw her toy. "Oh my, you fed up with that toy?"

Mikasa picked it up. "I bought you this one."

You giggled. "She does like to throw things though." You saw her wiggle and whine. "I think she wants something to eat. I'm going to get her baby food." You lifted Kuchel and handed her over to Mikasa. "Miki? Could you look after your sister for me."

Mikasa hugged Kuchel. "Promise."

You hurried inside the house and grabbed drinks, food and things for Kuchel. You returned to both ladies and giggled at the two of them wearing matching sunglasses. "Look at you two! Two peas in a pod."

Mikasa smiled. "We're twins."

"You are." You moved her drink over before opening the food pot. You scooped up some and offered it to Kuchel. "Good girl." You giggled and kept feeding her as she wiggled her arms. "You really like this food, don't you?"

Mikasa cleaned Kuchel's face. "Messy sister." She looked at you. "Hey, mum?"

"Mm?"

She blushed a little. "Can I get more brothers and sisters?"

You put the empty pot on the side. "I would love to. I don't need to have a chat with Levi about more kids, he's already said he wants more. We'll wait for Kuchel to grow up a bit."

"Okay, I can wait."

"Wait?" You both looked at Levi. He frowned. "Wait for what?"

Mikasa smiled. "More babies."

He looked down at Kuchel with her little sunglasses on. "I would love more kids." He picked up Kuchel. "Hey, my baby." He kissed her chubby cheek. "Who's my cute little muffin? You are!" He hummed a laugh and bounced his baby on his hip. "My sweet little girl." He looked over to Mikasa. "I can't wait to have more kids."

You gave Mikasa her drink and snack. "Eat up, Miki."

She smiled at you. "Thank you." She blushed a little. "I'm glad you came into our lives."

You blushed. "Oh, bless you. I'm glad I'm here too." You held her hand and kissed it. "Love you, both of you."

Levi smiled. "We love you too. We wouldn't change any of this for the world." He laughed when Kuchel squealed with laughter and wiggled. "Kuchel agrees."

You giggled. "You three are the best."

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EDIT: i did it

I very literally need ONE person to support this idea and i will write it as a multi chapter fic

OKAY HEAR ME OUT, HEAR ME OUT. ITS REALLY SPOTTY BUT I FEEL LIKE I HAVE A RLLY GOOD CONCEPT FOR SOME FUCKING FLUFFY SHIT

miraculous ladybug and cat noir type love triangle/square????? with donnie and reader (OC, maybe???).

Reader is half-mutant/whatever (think mirko from my hero academia- basically human with bunny ears and feet. PLZ IM BEGGING FOR AN EXCUSE TO HAVE A PART-BUNNY OC) but goes arnd w a cloaking broach to continue living as a human. Regular ass job at a coffee shop (because OF COURSE they do), has a weird customer has comes in late at night, can never really see his face but donned in purple- ALWAYS. They dont chat much ever and hes pretty much in and out when he grabs his caffeine fix.

reader goes home and hops onto their computer and plays whatever video game to reconvene with “bootyyyshaker9000”, some guy she’s only heard the voice of because his cam is “always broken”. hes good company though!!! and hes fun to chat with, so the online friendship continues. god forbid she admits to herself her heart seizes when he laughs.

donnie doesnt often use his cloaking broach often (why would he? Him and his brothers literally get by as “humans” with a “skin condition”), but occasionally he doesnt want to sneak around topside, (even though yokais are relatively welcomed after the krang invasion) and so he dons his cloaking broach to pick up whatever (parts? tech related?). he runs into reader on the street for whatever reason, he recognizes them as the barista from the coffee shop he frequents. Theyre nice enough, but hes never really chatted with them extensively. SO TRUST ME WHEN HES SURPRISED WITH HIMSELF THAT HE’D ACTUALLY WANT TO CONTINUE TALKING TO HER AFTER A FEW QUICK WITTED REMARKS ON HER END. they part without exchanging contacts though but both of them are honestly lowkey INTRIGUED with eachother. (Also head canon for me that bc the boys r made from lou jitsu dna, their human forms are asian- CHECK @/smallest_of_smol on tiktok to see their asian!human!donnie which this is literally inspired by)

OKAY IN THE HIDDEN CITY, reader goes around without her cloaking broach but does use a mask to cover up their face since they mostly look human. Theyre too-mutant for topside but not yokai-enough for the hidden city so she does hide away their features a fair bit. she never needs to really venture down into the hidden city, but she likes the pizza there (always takeout so she doesnt need to take her mask off to eat) and does find some use in the mystic trinkets down there too. RUNS INTO DONNIE, as he picks up pizza for his brothers at “run of the mill”. They knock shoulders and they both drop their pizza boxes. CUE THE SASS FROM DONNIE. CUE THE SASS FROM READER. they hate eachother from the STARTTT.

OKAY PLEASE IS ANYONE WITH ME? ITS A BIT ALL OVER THE PLACE AND ITS BEEN YEARSSSS SINCE I WROTE FANFIC BUT THIS IS SPEAKING TO ME. FLUFFY AND SMUTTY MAYBE???? SOMEONE TELL ME THIS IS A GOOD IDEA AND ILL DO IT RN.

#rottmnt #donatello #donnie x reader #donnie x oc #rise donnie #rise donatello #rise donnie x reader

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ladyinwriting18 · 1 year

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You're On Your Own, Kid (Adam Sackler x You)

Summary: Having Adam Sackler as a neighbor and best friend has it's perk. Especially when you need a shoulder to cry on.

Words: 2,122

Warnings: No sexual warnings! Nothing but best friends being there for one another who have some hidden feelings for one another. Author's Note: This is my first ever Adam Sackler one-shot! The idea for this was heavily inspired by Taylor Swifts new song "You're On Your Own, Kid". After hearing the song ONCE I couldn't get this idea out of my head so were we go. Hope everyone enjoys!

You knock on the door of his apartment with tears streaming down your face. You hadn’t bothered to call or text. Adam hates technology. If he was free to talk he’d answer his front door and invite you in and if he wasn’t you’d wander the streets floundering in your sadness. Adam Sackler has been your next store neighbor for a year now. He was the first person in the building to be nice to you. You could clearly remember your move in date. All those heavy boxes. No one had offered to help. No one except Adam.

His help had been invaluable and as a reward you had ordered pizza that you both ate on your living room floor and got to know one another. You were fast friends after that. In the grand scheme of things, a year isn’t a long time to truly know someone, but when it comes to your friendship with Adam it feels like a lifetime. You both rely on one another more than most neighbors. Each of you have developed a habit of just showing up at one another’s apartment when in crisis or facing things like boredom. It’s hard not to when you live down the hall from one another. The two of you turn to each other for just about anything. Adam needing to run lines for an audition? You were there. Your job stressing you out? He was there. Adam dealing with his unresolved feelings for Hanna? You were there. You getting into an argument with a friend? He was there. Adam spiraling about feeling like a failure and ultimately his sobriety? You were there. You crying over a breakup? He was there Adam wanting to go out and eat Chinese food at 2AM? You were definitely there.

Truthfully, you’re thankful for his presence in your life. Adam might be a big goofball and a horndog but deep down he has a kind heart that he tries to hide from most people. It’s a fact you relish in because it makes you feel closer to him than any other.

You were one another’s confidants and told each other things that you didn’t dare tell another living soul.

That’s why you find yourself at his door, because right now all you need is your friend.

A moment later the door opens to reveal the hulking form of your neighbor. He’s dressed down in a simple olive green t-shirt and jeans. All while holding a freakishly large sandwich.

“Holy fuck I was just thinking about you! I just made the most banging sandwich. You gotta take a bite.”

Your eyes flick up to meet his gaze and that’s when he sees your tear stained cheeks.

“Shit.” Adam curses under his breath, turning away for half a second to place his sandwich down somewhere before turning back and ushering you into his place with a hand on your upper back. “Everything is going to be alright, kid. You just go make yourself comfortable on the couch.”

You do as you're told, knowing the drill well enough by now. Any second now he was going to offer you food. To Adam, food cured any ailment. You’d smile at how adorable that is if you didn’t feel so exhausted from crying.

You sit down on the couch with a sigh and pray the thing just swallows you whole.

“Can I get you anything? Food, water, a pillow?”

You shake your head while more tears escape. Your eyes meet his deep brown ones and let your words tumble out.

“I-I just need my friend.” His features soften. He looks as if he’d give you the world if you asked for it. Without another word he comes to sit down beside you on the couch. His arm comes around you, letting you lean against him while he strokes your arm. For a few minutes, neither one of you speaks. You simply soak up the comfort being offered to you. It’s only once some of your tension dissipates that Adam speaks again. “What happened, kid? Why are you crying?” “It’s stupid.” You huff at yourself in annoyance and feverishly swipe at your tears. Just because Adam had seen you cry before didn’t make being this vulnerable any easier. You feel the tip of his nose pressing into your scalp, as if he’s trying to stop himself from smelling your hair. “Tell me anyway?” His voice is a low whisper. You do your best to suppress the shiver it triggers. Adam might be your friend but that doesn’t make him any less attractive. Determined to not be railroaded by his strong body and pretty face you sit up slightly. It gives you enough personal space to think clearly. “It’s just a build up of things. You know? Disappointments.” He chuckles in agreement, “I can say I’ve absolutely had my share of those. What’s been disappointing you?” “More like who.” You angrily mutter. “Alright then. Who’s disappointing you?” You can hear the grin in his tone without even looking at him. He’s always found your anger adorable. As infuriating as that is, it isn’t what’s important now. You came here to vent. You came here to unload so for even a few minutes this burden wasn’t yours to carry.

Your shoulders slump in defeat. You’re suddenly too exhausted to be your normally fiery self. “A lot of people….But I guess mostly myself.” “I’m not sure I understand?” You try your best to piece your thought process together into words. It isn’t an easy task but somehow you manage. “I’m disappointed in myself because I give people too much power over me. I love too hard….care too deeply. People keep taking advantage of that and I….let them.” You choke, the words getting caught in your throat. Adam shushes you and softly prompts you to take your time. You nod, giving yourself a moment to take a few deep breaths. When you feel capable you try again to continue. “I once read somewhere that what you give power to has power over you. I think that’s my problem. I let people into my life, I love them, encourage them, give them my time and they revel in it until they move onto better things. It’s draining! I’m tired of my self worth being determined by how other people treat me!” The volume of your voice picks up a notch. Your sadness turns into bitterness that tastes like lemon rinds on your tongue. “Rationally I know that when people treat you shitty it’s not a reflection on you but it’s so hard to not blame myself. My brain automatically tells me if I was a better friend, a prettier girlfriend, a more motivated worker none of this would happen!” You swipe your arm across your face, determined to not drip snot on top of crying. You didn’t need to be gross and pathetic. Adam takes this moment to interject with a question. “Are we talking about a specific person?” You shake your head. “No, just noticing a pattern of behavior. People keep waltzing in and out of my life like it’s no big deal. As if I had no meaning to them in the first place and I’m sick. of. it.”

Each of your words is punctuated with anger. So much so that a quiet hush falls. The only sounds come from the busy Manhattan streets below. Somewhere in the distance a car horn is blown, a group of friends loudly laughs, a dog barks at a jogger.

These noises don’t phase either of you. The sounds of the city are so much a part of your everyday life that they have no chance in snatching your attention.

But Adam’s next choice of words can.

“You’re on your own, kid. You always have been.”

You roll your eyes so hard it’s a wonder that they don’t get trapped inside your skull. “Yeah thanks Adam. That’s exactly what I need to hear right now.”

Your sarcasm drips like maple syrup down the side of a pancake stack.

Adam lightly nudges your ribs with his elbow.

“I don’t mean it like that. I mean that you’re the only one that you can truly count on. Yeah you’ve got friends and family who care about you, but in the end it’s your strength that has to carry you through.”

Goddamn him and his random insightful advice.

“But what if I’m not strong enough? What if I can’t keep this up anymore?”

The emotions begin to take over and make your eyes glassy with fresh tears.

Something tugs at your chin and turns it towards Adam. You quickly realize it’s his hand gently cupping your chin so you’re looking him in the eye.

“Of course you’re strong enough. You’ve gotten through all your past bad days, haven’t you? You did that. Not anyone else.”

You gape at him, having no clue how to respond because he’s right. Even when loved ones give you support it’s you that chooses to take that support and keep pushing forward. You lean into his touch, wanting the warmth of it to sear into your flesh. “I-it’s really hard.” Your voice cracks. It’s too difficult to keep it all in check right now. His brows pull together, the empathy evident on his face. “I know it is, kid. But if anyone believes in you, it sure as hell is me.” “Adam…..” You breathe out his name as tremendous emotion grips your heart. Your eyes flick from his lips to his eyes. When did the two of you move closer in? Now there were only inches separating your mouths. You forget why you came here and what you were upset about. It all dissipates because the man besides you makes it all seem meaningless. Why couldn’t more people in your life be like him? Especially the men. If any of the guys you dated cared even just a fraction of the way Adam did then your love life would look a lot different. Some part of you murmurs out a question. What would it be like to kiss him? “Maybe you should focus on the people and relationships that don’t make you doubt what you mean to them?” You nod your head and simultaneously straighten your spine. He’s being sensible and it snaps you back to reality. The one where you and Adam are only friends. Given half the chance you know you would want more but the thought of ruining the safety you had found just down the hall from you is terrifying. You couldn’t risk it. You couldn’t lose your best friend. “And it’s also important that you stand on your own two feet.”

Oh shit, was he still talking?

You give him your full attention, nodding along as he continues. He also resituates his position, sitting forward so his forearms rest atop his knees.

“You’ve got a good head on your shoulders and you clearly take care of yourself, your home, your responsibilities but I think you’re right about not letting these douchebags affect you so much.” He turns his head to look at you, wanting to make sure his words were sinking in.

“If they don’t value you then fuck ‘em. They don’t deserve a place in your life anyway. The right people are already here for you.”

You guessed he was right but…..

“So….what? I’m supposed to just not let anyone new into my life?”

He chuckles, causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle in amusement.

“No you goof. I’m telling you to live your life. Make new friends, go out and have fun, kiss lots of guys or girls, travel, do things out of your comfort zone. Take each moment and really enjoy it but don’t be afraid when disappointment comes or when people walk away.”

He leans back, finds your hand resting on your knee and places his hand over it. He laces your fingers together and reassuringly squeezes.

“You’ve got no reason to be afraid. No matter what you gain or lose, is still a step forward.”

You squeeze his hand in return and offer him a smile. And as much as some part of you still longs to know what being loved by him would feel like—you realize that here and now is you.

For healing.

For self improvement.

For happiness.

For selfishly taking care of you and you only.

Maybe one day time would be on your side. Maybe one day you’d both be ready for something more.

But for now, it was enough to be holding your best friend’s hand in his cluttered mancave of an apartment.

“Thank you, Adam.”

He grins, his uneven teeth poking through. “Anytime, kid.”

#adam sackler #lady in writing #adam sackler x reader #adam sackler x you #hbo girls #adam sackler fanfiction #adcu #adcu fic #adcu community

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The Price Of Love (Modern!Ivar AU)

A Modern!Ivar x F Reader

Warnings - See individual chapters. STRICTLY 18+

Synopsis - Money isn’t everything.

Word Count - 1340

Note - This is the second fic I ever wrote and I’m not sure why I never posted it. I think I started writing The Arrangement not long after and kind of fell out of love with this one. Still, it’s been festering in my completed docs for well over a year so I figure I might as well post it 😬 It’s fluffy, and maybe a little cheesy (and by a little I mean a lot!) so if that’s your bag I hope you enjoy it!

Moodboard - The beautiful moodboard is made the magical, amazing @serasvictoria. Thank you so much xxxx

This was beta read by my aussie wife who has left Tumblr. All love, all the time Lou x

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CHAPTER 12

The next few weeks can only be described as surreal. You go about your normal life but now some people recognise you, staring and pointing and taking pictures of you. It’s like being trapped in a weird nightmare.

Your shop is way busier than usual, you suppose you have to look on the bright side of this shit show.

There are countless articles written about you, Sadie tells you that most of them are complimentary, although some less so. She tells you the comment section and social media posts are really awful. You just steer clear of it all, the good and the bad.

Ivar is having a hard time at work because of it all. He tells you his mother isn’t pleased with him at all. He keeps most of the details to himself but he is definitely more stressed than usual.

You spend every spare seconds with each other, at your place. It doesn’t appear that your place is known to the media yet so it becomes your safe haven.

You find relief in each other. Every chance you get you are making each other come to try and release some of the tension. You try to avoid going out together in public, but having to hide away is not healthy for your new relationship. You aren’t doing the normal things new couples do, dating, getting to know each other outside the bedroom.

On a lazy Sunday afternoon you're both fed up with being cooped up inside.

“Let’s go out, Ivar. I can’t be in these four walls anymore. Let’s go out and get some lunch, go for a walk, let’s just go anywhere, I’m going crazy in here!” Your hands fly up in exasperation.

A massive smile cracks out on Ivar's face, “that’s my girl! Screw them baby, let’s just live our lives!”

You get ready and head out for a walk into town, you end up finding a street market and shop for things for dinner. It's so wonderfully cliched and normal; walking hand in hand, his arms around you, his face buried in your hair breathing you in. You barely notice if people are looking at you or not.

You head into your favourite pizza place for lunch and hear a massive roar of clapping and whooping when you walk in. You look over in the direction it’s coming from and it’s Iris, Sadie and a bunch of your other friends.

“Oh crap, that’s all my friends. I promise I didn’t know they were here!” You turn to Ivar and say, he just laughs at you.

“Shall we join them?” He asks. You smile and nod at him, he seems quite relaxed about it.

You head to the table and Iris stands up, walks straight past you and pulls Ivar in for a crushing hug.

“Don’t worry about me, Iris. Jesus!” You laugh. Sadie heads over and gives you a hug.

“So nice to see you, stranger! I had forgotten what you look like, it’s been weeks,” Sadie says to you, a slight scold in her tone.

“I know, I’m sorry, it’s been a very weird few weeks. All of the attention has been making me super uncomfortable,” you admit to her quietly. You look over to Iris who is still hugging Ivar.

“Iris, do you want to put him down?” you joke.

“Not really hun, he’s very huggable,” she pokes her tongue out at you and turns back to him. “You really are very good looking aren’t you?” He laughs, looking at you and a blush covers his cheeks.

“Come and sit down, we've been looking forward to meeting you!” Sadie tells him.

You spend the rest of the afternoon sitting in the restaurant with your friends, eating and drinking. You can tell by the way they react to Ivar that he has won them over, he is relaxed in their presence and hilariously funny. A massive feeling of pride swells in your chest as you watch him charm everyone.

“I must say, Ivar. You don’t seem anything like your reputation.” Sadie giggles at him. He turns towards her with the deepest scowl on his face you have ever seen, his face is tipped down and he is staring at her menacingly through his eyebrows. She lets out a terrified squeal and Ivars face breaks into laughter.

“Jesus, there he is,” Sadie exclaims.

“I’ve been a lot happier recently so the asshole side of me hasn’t come out for a while,” he tells Sadie then looks at you and smiles. You can almost hear Sadie swoon. You actually hear Iris pretend to puke then laugh. You smile back at him, blushing.

When it’s time to leave, Ivar warmly hugs everyone. “Iris, I will pass on your number to Hvitserk” and winks at her. You look at her quizzically.

“Oh, you think you're the only one that can pull a Lothbrok?” she retorts, leaving the table in fits of laughter.

It’s dark when you leave, not a photographer in sight.

“We needed that, didn’t we, Y/N?” He asks you.

“We did,” you give him a big kiss, “I’m missing your dick though, this is the longest we’ve been together without you being inside me. Let’s go home.”

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“So, this annual ball thingy at his company is coming up and he’s been practically on his knees begging me to go for the last two weeks,” Sadie and Iris look at you curiously.

“Yeah, so what’s the issue?” Iris asks.

“There’s a red fucking carpet, that’s the issue. Apparently loads of famous people go every year,” you say with a worried look on your face. Iris squeals in excitement.

“No Iris, it’s not a good thing. It’s terrifying. What if I trip over, what if I have a nip slip, what if I fuck up in some way and embarrass him, and myself?!” You wave your hands around trying to get your point across.

“Yeah that would be bad,” Iris says seriously, catches the look of shock on your face and bursts out laughing. “Of course you won’t do any of those things! Have you told him you will go? You have to go with him. I will if you won’t,” she winks at you.

“Just do it, Y/N you will be fine,” Sadie says in a soft, encouraging voice.

“I haven’t said yes or no yet, but I have been on the lookout for a dress and I’ve found this..” You take out your phone and show them a picture of a long gown, clinging to the curves of the model beautifully.

“It’s nice, but it’s quite simple,” says Iris with a wrinkle in her nose, you give her a smirk and narrow your eyes the swipe to the next picture.

“YES!!!” they both shout at once! You are showing them the back of the dress, or lack thereof. It’s almost backless, the fabric starting again dangerously close to the model's ass. You nod and smirk at their reaction.

“It's amazing, right?!” You ask them.

“Oh. Oh!! Do you know what would make it more amazing?! I’m going to make you a necklace, a long string of zirconias that you can wear running down your back. Let me, let me!” Sadie pleads.

“Go on, let her, Ivar can use it like a lead in the bedroom after,” Iris says playfully, winking at Sadie. You burst out laughing.

“Not really the intended use for one of my creations but do with it what you will,” Sadie says, trying to be prim and proper but with a devilish glint in her eye.

“Sadie, thanks so much, I would really love that, you know I love all your jewellery.” You blow a kiss at her.

“I’ll get the dress then, I will let him know I am going to go,” you squeal in excitement.

You send him a quick message.

I will go with you to the ball ❤️

His reply is instant.

Good girl 😉

His response has you chuckling. “He’s happy,” you tell the girls.

Chapter 13

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A Devil And A Beautiful Face

SUMMARY: Everyone believes you were too good to be with anyone like Frank Castle. But when a few judgmental look from the team and a few snide comments from Tony caught your attention, they easily learn as well as your boyfriend that you were the Devil with a Beautiful Face. PROMPT(S): “i didn’t like the way they were looking at you.” CHARACTERS: Frank Castle x F!Reader WARNINGS: Profanities; Mentions of Violence; Mention of Gun; Unethical Work Environment. WORDS: 2,929 REQUESTED BY: @iamericancowgirl19

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Your relationship with one Frank Castle was so much of anomaly that each and everyone in the team had continue to wonder. Growing strong at over a year now, they still wondered how you--a woman that barely reached five foot, that avoided as much conflict even in your line of work, could have gotten involved with someone as brutal and merciless as the Punisher. Not many people knew behind the constantly calm façade was a woman capable of protecting herself if the need arises, that was how you had met your boyfriend after all.

During a late night project with Tony and Bruce, you've decided to head out of the compound for something to eat and you were held at gunpoint by some thug, Frank was there to almost save you, key word: almost. Before he could even say a word, you had disarmed the man and broken his arm and nose before he knew it. Gun was efficiently disassembled in front of the literal Punisher before being handed right to him. If Frank hadn't known any better, he could say you were a woman after his own heart.

Things simply escalated from that point on. Late night walks in the middle of the crime-filled streets, with numerous instances of Frank having to cancel your dates because of a mission or for another reason. It wasn't serious at first, you did not want to expect much to him at first knowing the tragedy of his life. But things just grew into place. You had an apartment a good few block away from the Compound that you eventually shared with your boyfriend, and things--as much chaos as it was for the Avenger's Lead Engineer and the literal Punisher to have in your day-to-day lives, was going better. He can be himself just as much as you could remove the mask in your own face when you were with him.

On one occasion, when you've finally come clean to the team about your relationship, it was Steve, of all people, that had insisted that you invite the man over for a party Tony had set for the team. You were hesitant, there was always a division between the team, when it comes to doing the right thing or making ends meet if it means for the greater good. Frank wasn't a model citizen, nor is he even considered a hero--at least in his own words, and there were things that some of the team would never accept he does. The deaths, bloodshed, and brutal massacre he had been responsible for was a big red flag for the team but you cared less as long as he did do anything to hurt you--not like he could or would do such a thing.

But at the same time, as much hesitation as you had for letting him meet the team, you wanted to be able to just spend as much as time out of your rare free time with the man without having to be constantly incognito. It was still a sore subject to you how the team, especially Tony had found out about your relationship with the man. Tracking your whereabouts during your off and accusing you of conspiring with the actual Punisher when all you were doing at the time was having a late dinner with your boyfriend in your favorite pizza place in the Bronx. Coming clean was inevitable and you just hope that having him invited to the party was their own little way of burying the hatchet.

"I think you should bring at least one gun." You spoke out of the blue as you slipped out of your bedroom. A simple black cocktail dress you often wore anytime the team had another gathering you honestly couldn't be bothered with. How often you had heard Wanda and Nat insist on going dress shopping with you but constantly chose to decline. It was just a waste of money and space when all you wore while in the office or the lab were jeans and whatever shirt you could pull out of the closet--which has been mostly Frank's own now that you realize it.

"And why would I bring a gun to a possible laser and whatever blaster fight?" Frank smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. Even with the heels you had on, the man still over towered you and made you smaller than you already were. He always had this special effect on you, a normal man without a significant amount of money, powers, or influence on the world or the universe, could bring you into this beautiful vulnerable being that no one truly knows or cares to ever know.

"Because as much as I trust Steve and Sam to be civil, the same could not be said about Tony and the chosen few that I spend my every freak wake with when I'm working in the lab." You muttered, fixing the collar of his black shirt and with a playful smile unbuttoning the first two buttons and smoothening the wrinkles of his grey coat. "You look handsome." You complimented, hands reaching up to cup his bearded cheeks.

"I can say the same to you, Angel." he winked, hands sliding lower until he cupped the curves of your ass.

You winked finally pulling away from him and making your way to your shared weapons storage, which was once a guest room than you both converted to what it was now. Neither of you had anyone that could possibly stay over nor did you want anyone to, so it was better to just turn it to a space that the both of you could make good use of. Him to store most of his guns and ammunition, and you to do your own prototypes of weapons that Tony would deem far too dangerous for the team to make use of. From your side of the weaponry, you pulled out a polymer gun which you know perfectly well will not be detected by the Compound's Security--you know, you've tried.

"Really sure bringing me will be a good idea?" He inquired.

Turning you smiled at the sight of him, waiting by the door frame, arms crossed against his chest. Many might not know about it, but the blank looks or the constant frown on his face hid something more if you truly looked at him. The frown on his face every single time he would see a family passing by the both of you when you had your nightly walks in the city, the empty eyes that still remembered the life he once had, the sins of his past as part of the Marines. Knowing him for a complete year by this point, you know behind the smile but empty eyes were the worry of the things he has no control over.

"It will be fine." You assured handing him the gun with a playful smile. "Better to be prepared more than anything now." You point out slipping the gun through the holster around his chest.

"Should I worry about anyone?" He inquired.

"Stark and Rhodes." You said without an ounce of hesitation. It was better to be transparent with Frank from time to time, better him to prepare if the need arises when it comes to the two.

"Color me surprised. I thought I had to worry about the Super Soldiers."

"You'd be surprise to know they're more against the government than the Capitalist." You smirked patting his chest and making sure the gun was perfectly concealed before finally getting your purse with you. "Let's go?"

With Frank taking hold of your purse like the gentleman that he was, the both of you made your way down to the parking lot where your car was. You had stopped yourself from telling Frank that this was one of many fucked-up reason why your relationship was discovered, the tracker Tony had planted in your car which eventually located your whereabout. Having told Tony and Bruce that you were heading to the Pharmacist for some of your medication when in reality you were with Frank. You let it slip and simply swiped your car and the entire apartment while Frank was gone for more bugs or trackers. Detecting none, you've place it all behind you--for now.

"Anything else I need to worry about?" He continued to ask. It might sound casual for anyone that might not know the man, but you know better. Be vigilant in whatever situation you may find yourself in.

"Don't let Stark get on your nerves and other than that, everyone is armed to the teeth but you got me and I know how to neutralize them if necessary." You explained, patting him on the thighs as you begin your drive to the compound to finally get this over with and done. ~ Frank was, alert, for the most part, annoyed for the other. Not because of you, but more about the situation and the circumstance that came with dating you--The Avenger's Head of Weaponry and the lead researcher working side by side with the likes of Tony Stark and Bruce Banner with whatever project they might throw your way. It was just that your specialty had always been weapons--as much of an angel you were in his eyes and what he believes to be the rest of the team. A true pacifist as you would playfully call yourself at times.

He loved you, it took a lot of time to come to term with such an information and letting you know about it with the past he had, but he truly did. He loved you not the same way that he did his wife, but it was a start with finally moving on with his life and the sins of his past. That being the number one reason why he was making such an effort to meet your co-workers after you got in trouble having to keep your relationship a secret to avoid conflict on interest on your part. Being the Punisher has its array of cons as he is well aware--but not with you. God, anyone else but you.

So here he was, sucking it up about the bullshit party one Tony Stark had planned for a successful mission. Pretentious little prick.

"You okay?"

He turned his eyes down to you. Riding the elevator to bring him to his death wish, he wasn't nervous or worried about any of them. He could put a bullet between their eyes if they cross the line. What he was truly feeling was worry, worry for what they could think of you with him. What the possible repercussion would be as you continued on dating him--breaking up wasn't an option as you constantly told him.

"I'm fine. You?"

"Just happy I get to show you off for once." You teased wrapping your arm around his waist and stopping when the elevator door has finally opened and the both of you were welcomed with the soft beats of the music and the sight of numerous member of the team partying away the night away.

His eyes were set solely on the man responsible for much of your shared predicament. He didn't want to worry you, but he had known something had been off for the past few days, how one Tony Stark had been aware of your whereabouts and knowing that you had been with him instead of whatever bullshit you have probably told the team. The bugs and the trackers, he was thankful for the advice Micro had once given him about seeing where they were and he was able to locate a total of ten of those trackers, able to disable every single one of them without destroying any of it, and blocking the tracker in both his van and your car to avoid Stark from knowing where the both of you were from then on out.

Tony--as was a constant with the man, was the center of everyone's attention. How everyone's conversation had died down at their arrival and how their pointed eyes were focused on him. Being known as the Punisher for quite sometimes, he had garnered a number of adversary and sympathizers in his time in court and out of it. so he was perfectly capable of knowing which was which at this point.

"Keep looking at him like that and I'll shoot each of you between the eyes." Your sudden words tore their attention away from him and direct it towards you now.

"I knew Castle was a bad influence on you." It was Stark that points out with a smug look on his face.

Before Frank could try to reason with the man, your hand dug through his coat and pulled the gun you handed to him and pointed it right at the man and shooting the glass of bourbon right out of his hand for everyone to see--and take a moment to react to.

"I think you should be more worried about me than Frank if you don't stop with your bullshit, Tony." You snapped.

"How--"

"I'm not playing games, Tony. You leave me and my personal life alone. I don't go around placing trackers or bugs all around your bedroom and suit, so I deserve the same respect." Okay, Frank has been truly underestimating you, you had known about the bugs and trackers too? Every single day, he gets more and more impressed with what you were capable of.

"Tony, trackers? Really?" It was now Captain Rogers that was questioning the still speechless Billionaire.

"You know you didn't have to do that, he's still your boss." He whispered as you both had made your way to the bar to get something to drink, both of you listening to Tony and Steve arguing at this point.

“I didn’t like the way they were looking at you.” You shrugged ordering coke and whiskey for the both of you. "Besides, it's been a long time coming and I want them to worry more about me instead of you." You pointed out as a matter of factly.

"Still. It's my job to protect you, even if it means standing up towards your prick of a boss." He continued.

He watched you lean your body against the linoleum-table. Arms crossed against your chest, accentuating the swells of your breast in the dress you wore. It took a lot out of Frank to stop himself from tearing the dress off of you back in your apartment and with you looking like sin come to life, it was torture all on its own.

"I want to be able to protect you too, Frank. Sure you could beat the living shit out of every single human being on this earth, but the fights I know I can take, I will take it if it means making them see you the way I see you. Not as the Punisher, but just the man that makes me the happiest woman in the world even without trying."

Here you go again, words that took him so long to even try to say, how easy it was for you to say back to him. He doesn't deserve you, not for all the money the world. But you're still here, willing to love him as fucked up as he was and for how fucked up he will remain, you were there even if it means losing your job in the process because of someone like him.

"Besides, I really needed to kick Stark down a few pedestal after everything I've had to deal with throughout the years." You added as an afterthought, the smile on your lips growing bigger at an inside joke he was genuinely scared of knowing.

"Lieutenant," Both of your turned your attention towards the owner of the voice. It was Rogers, face far more welcoming than the rest of the team. "I'd like to apologize for Tony's antics and I can assure you that it will not happen again."

"Nothing I haven't handled before." He reassured, shaking the man's hand before turning his attention back to you, smiling at the small interaction he was having with your team. "Thank you for taking care of Y/N when I'm gone."

"She's family." Steve assured finally pulling his hand away. "We can be much at times, but we try to be there for each other when we can as best as we can. I hope you to enjoy the party."

Once the man had left, Frank couldn't help but chuckle at the obscurity that still came with the man coming over to apologize and the fact that he even called him by his former title instead of the name given to him on the streets. It was a weird day and he could only hope it would end sooner rather than later.

"Just a quick round around then we can go home." You assured as if reading his mind at this point. "Might scare Tony a few more times for his life then we can leave after." You added taking both of your drinks and walking towards the forming conversation and he was left to wander the Pandora's box he unknowingly opened for being here in the compound.

"Come on, Murder Boyfriend, Let's go." Tony's words interrupted his train of thoughts.

"Tony, the gun still has a few bullets in them, don't make me use it." You threatened and it was his cue to join you hoping to stop the forming plan from your mind just to scare the man.

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James is home!! I am so glad they are back safe and sound and full of stories. They weren't back with me until 3 so I still had a lot of day to fill.

I went to sleep around 130. I am more and more realizing that while I can go to bed around 11 and wake up at 7. I seem to feel the best going to bed at 1 and waking up at 9. Like I don't love sleeping in. But also I seem the most happy at those times. But I know that doesn't exactly work for work but in my days off I will probably shift to a later sleep. And not try to get in bed to go to sleep just because James is sleeping.

I would wake up in a pretty good mood. Right before I went to sleep I saw a pretty disturbing video. And it was just stuck behind my eyes for a lot of the morning which was upsetting. But I tried to focus on other things.

I got up and got dressed and felt good. I went and fed Sweetp and had cereal. But I think there was some soap residue on the bowl because it had a soapy smell and then I had an upset stomach because I got myself all worried.

I had been eating in our room and spilled the milk in my desk and was frustrated with myself. But it was fine. I cleaned it up and went back downstairs.

I would curl up on the couch for a while. I wasn't in any rush. I did vacuum. And I put some stuff away. But I was just chilling. It was nice.

Eventually I went to the studio and finally used our new stapler to attach the fabric to my kneeling chair. And I am really excited about that. It's just been drapped on the chair for literally months. So this is perfect.

I decided I should go out. I should finally actually walk to Patterson. One of the big reasons we had moved to this neighborhood. I had been sick. But I finally felt well enough to try.

And I am so glad I did. I got my headphones (I found my skull candy ones and realized they are a lot more comfortable then my air pods. So I can use either but the skull candy is preferred for sure.) and poured a drink and headed out.

And it was beautiful. Just a s little brisk. But perfect for this walk.

We are only a few blocks from the park and I'm able to walk mostly on our street. But it's really funny how nice the next block is comparatively. And then one after that is even nicer. As you get closer to the park it's just beautiful. And like our block isn't bad, it just isn't nice. It doesn't have all the big trees or the outdoor decor. But since we are the next block I think eventually it will be as nice.

I loved seeing everyone's decorations and plants. And it was just really pleasant out there.

And the park was great. I feel so lucky to get to live so close to it now because it is such a beautiful place. And it feels so safe. I walked towards the pagoda first and took some pictures. Enjoyed the flowers. There weren't a lot of people out there, being a Monday, but I still smiled at everyone I came across. Lots of dogs. A couple people with kids. I had a podcast going and was just having a great time.

I would walk for about an hour. At one point I found some swings and chilled there for a while. Texting Jess. I got a missed call and a very long voicemail saying someone from a correctional institution wat trying to contact me but i needed to call back and put a credit card on file. And I'm like oh that's just a phishing scam to get my credit card. But when I heard someone was trying to call me from jail I was like. Stephen? My brother? But like I knew it was fake but also it was funny to me that they would be my first thought so I texted him to tell him that. To jokingly ask if he. Was trying to call me from jail. Which of course it wasn't but it still made me laugh.

I started walking home at this point. I decided I would have some lunch. I wandered down the street so I wouldn't have to go back to something I had already seen. But it's most a long walk home and soon I was back.

I made a pretty terrible frozen pizza. While it cooked I would finally get the fake grass cut to go in the catio. And would vacuum the fish tanks. And when my food was done at was kind of starving and overstimulated and yelled at Sweetp for trying to steal my food and got very upset.

But once I had eaten a little I felt better and apologized to Sweetp with ranch dressing. He forgave me.

I would leave the house around 1. James's flight was supposed to land around 3. So I was planning on going to value village and then meet them at the museum.

Value village was a good stop. I found a calico critter play box. Something I've never seen fore. And a mini version of my desk squishmallow. It will be funny to have them both there. I also found an excellent denim shirt dress. It's a dark wash but is also smaller checker patterned. Very cool.

I left the thrift store and went to the Harris teeter to look for fabric dye. Which I found right away. Right before I got to the grocery store James let me know they landed and would be about a half hour away walking form the train. This is where we went astray. Because there was a miscommunication and I told James I would meet them but they didn't understand and I went to the train when they said they arrived but they weren't there! And then I called them to ask where to meet them but they were confused and then I was confused and also couldn't figure out how to leave the parking lot. And James thought I was asking them to direct me and I was trying to explain they I was just confused and then we were talking over each other and I yelled at them and I felt terrible about it.

But James told me where to meet them and I was so happy to see them even if we were s little off kilter. Not in sync. The drive to the museum was mostly quiet and tense. And not fun.

I asked for a reset. A do over. When we got to the museum I got out of the car too and we hugged for a few minutes. Jessica came out of the musuem and said she was glad to see us.

We went inside to get James's bike and I felt like we were on the right track. But I was still upset and not feeling correct. James's energy was terrible. I texted Jess to tell through it. Because I knew James was probably just exhausted and they are very stressed flying. And when we got home, once everything was inside, we sat together and I just held them and we talked about it. How James felt guilty for leaving. Work and me. And how I was hurt that they didn't want to go for a walk with me and just wanted to do chores, when we only have this day off together. And it hurt my feelings. But we talked through it. Because we have a really good relationship and we love each other.

And when we got back to normal we did decide to go for that walk. And it was great. We walked to the pond and just spent most of the next hour telling me their entire journey and it sounded like Las Vagas was a lot. Like they had so much fun and drank so much (really got their money's worth) and gambled a little and saw so many titties. Sounds like a blast. I'm also just glad that they did not get jumped or robbed when they left the group at 2am and walked the almost two miles back to the hotel, completely black out drunk. Hilarious. I'm glad they had fun.

We walked back home. Where James insisted we put the doors back on that I had taken down to move the couch. And they went pretty easy. And we were able to gather ourselves to go get dinner.

We went to the diner. And James told me how gambling works and we talked about being more intentional with spending time together. And we did a really good job putting that into practice. Not just playing on our phones. Talking and being real and it was great.

We desperately needed gas. So before we went to get groceries after dinner we stopped at Royal farms. And I'm glad we did because between the gas station and the grocery store we got stuck behind a very slow moving train for almost 10 minutes. And like it wasn't horrible because we just got to be together and that was just really lovely. It was funny. Other cars were turning around. But James just put our car in park and we talked and laughed and it was really nice.

Grocery shopping was fun. We tried really hard to stay on track and on our list. We were also teasing each other and being silly. I would insist on waiting in line standing in front of James so we could both push the cart. It felt like we were catching up for missing each other for a few days.

We got home and got everything out away. And spent time cuddling on the couch. I love my husband so much.

Eventually James would fill our bucket with hot water for me in the kitchen so I could take a bath. While the kettle has worked before this ended up working so much better. Three buckets and a half filled tub of cool water and I was able to take a really excellent bath. Actually hot!

After I was clean and finished all my moisturizing, it was time for bed. James fell asleep already. And while I would love to stay up like I have been, I have to go to work tomorrow and I have a feild trip. I need to be rested. So I will attempt to go to bed now. Wish me luck. I love you all. Goodnight!!

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