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apomaro-mellow · 8 months

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Wrong Number 1

Eddie kept up a texting chain with Steve while making himself a breakfast of coffee and cereal. He hadn't felt like this in a long time. Not since, well, when he thought of it when he was a teenager up all night in chat rooms and forums. When you found someone who you just clicked with.

[11:30] Any advice on how to fry an egg with a perfectly runny yolk?

(11:32) You like runny yolks??? 🤢 (11:33) It's scrambled or nothing for me (11:33) Cant help ya even if I wanted to

[11:35] I just want an egg on my avo toast

Normally Robin fried the eggs for breakfast. Her yolks were always perfect. But unlike Steve, she'd actually scored last night and was still with whoever she'd gone home with last night.

Eddie couldn't help but roll his eyes at the cliche. A guy who jogged and then came back home for some avocado toast with an egg on top? He just had to let his stance be known.

(11:35) Next ur gonna tell me bout your acai smoothie bowl rite? (11:36) Avo toast? Really???

Steve realized how he was coming off and had to quickly amend it.

[11:38] It's not what you think! We only got the avocados to make some guac the other day. There was one left and I wanted to use it before it went bad. And I'm all guac'd out. Hence the toast.

(11:39) At least you didn't use the avocado to make like ice cream or some shit

Finished with his own, normal, regular, average citizen breakfast, Eddie cleared his place and started to actually get ready for the day. His shift went from 2 to 10 tonight, so he needed to prepare for the long haul.

While brushing his teeth, getting dressed, and making something for his lunch later, he and Steve kept up the texts. Through their conversation he found out Steve's favorite ice cream (peanut butter), that he could cook eggs just about any way except sunny side up, and that he lived with a roommate named Robin.

Eddie got to his place of work and in a place like that you need to have some semblance of focus and attention, so he told Steve he had to get to work. He realized he was basically saying 'busy now, text you later?' to a stranger he'd only started talking to last night. Steve was completely in his rights to end the conversation there.

He could've ended it at any time really. What obligation did he have to keep on talking to him?

[2:01] Okay. Talk to you later

Steve stared at the message, already in the middle of agonizing over it when Robin finally came through the door of their apartment.

"Good afternoon. I wanna feel offended that I didn't get any texts or calls asking if I'm okay but I'm gonna choose to think it means you trust me and are a great judge of character."

For the first time in a while, Steve checked the time and actually realized how long it had been.

"Shit, Robs, I'm sorry." It had been over 12 hours and he hadn't checked in on her. All because he'd been texting a random number. "So you had a good time?"

Steve had been sitting on the couch and Robin plopped right down, laying her head in his lap.

"It was magical. Like something out of a movie."

"Aren't you glad I made you go and talk to her?", Steve smiled smug.

Robin smushed his face with her hands with a groan. "Don't look at me like that. You were right, okay? Me and her hit it off like, like uh, one of your sports metaphors."

"Robin you were in a soccer league just last year, stop acting like you don't know sports."

"Anyway, something grand must've kept your attention off me. Things go well with that girl you were talking to?"

"Umm, yeah."

Robin sat up, eyes narrowing. "And you came back here with her? Gross! Steve! Did you do it on the couch?!" She shot up immediately.

"I didn't", Steve rolled his eyes.

It was one of their main rules. No sex in the common areas of the apartment. Steve wasn't gonna tell her about the wrong number given to him. And he especially wasn't going to tell her he kept talking to it. The following lecture would have been unbearable.

"She gave me her number and we've just been texting back and forth."

Robin slowly sat back down on the couch. "Just texting? That's all you did?"

"That's all."

"Wow. You usually move faster than that."

"Well, I want something a little more this time. But enough about my snail pace romance. Let's talk about you and that girl, what was her name?"

He and Robin sat a long while, talking about her night, eventually going out for lunch together too. Not-Misty had said they were at work, but Steve couldn't help himself when he saw that Robin had ordered a burger with avocado on it and Steve had gotten a taco salad that came with, you guessed it, avocado.

[3:14] image.jpeg [314] Okay me and Robin might have a problem. But I swear it's not on purpose!

"Did you just send a picture of our lunch to someone?", Robin asked.

"Yeah to uh, to Misty. We were talking about avocados earlier and I figured she'd get a kick out of it."

Robin smiled through her chewing. She teased but she was glad that her friend had made a connection last night.

Meanwhile, Eddie saw the message, but didn't have a chance to reply, even on his lunch break. Through all the texting, he had forgotten to charge his phone, so it was on the plug and he was leaving it alone for now while he talked to his co-worker, Grant. He went through the rest of his shift, thinking about Steve.

What did he look like? How old was he? Where did he live?

He got off and made his way back home, stopping off somewhere to get dinner. It was a sandwich shop and he honestly contemplated getting avocado on his just to see Steve's reaction but he resisted.

'I can't be that down bad that I'm overthinking food now', he thought to himself.

When he got back home, he turned the tv on and took out his phone to reply to Steve right away.

(10:31) Back at home now (10:32) Work was crazy (10:34) And the 1st step to recovery is admitting u have a problem (10:36) But thru hard work we can get you addicted to a sensible veggie (10:37) Like broccoli

He thought since he kept Steve waiting for so long it might take some time for a reply to come, but his phone pinged almost immediately.

[10:39] First of all, avocado is a fruit. Second, I eat plenty of other vegetables. And third, what happened at work?

(10:41) It may be a fruit but I dont want it in my smoothie (10:42) And some guy came in and started throwing axes at the wall

Sunday evenings were usually more relaxed. It was why Eddie typically didn't work Friday or Saturday nights unless he needed some extra cash or they needed someone on deck.

[10:44] Hold the duck up someone was throwing axes!! [10:44] *duck [10:45] *FUCK

Eddie snickered through his eating and had to take a moment to swallow before something came up. He always enjoyed telling people what he did for a living.

(10:46) Cool your jets man (10:47) I work at an axe throwing range (10:48) The problem with this dude was he didn't have an appointment (10:48) Just came in and started throwing an axe at the wall

[10:50] Are you okay? That sounds dangerous

(10:50) My uncle handled it (10:51) Eventually the dude left

[10:52] Oh wow. Well I'm glad you're okay. Axe throwing tho. What an interesting job for someone of your age? 🤷

Steve was lying in bed and he buried his face into his pillow as he sent it with the shrug emoji. It was so transparent, he knew it. But he needed to have a better idea of who he was talking to. That way when Robin did eventually find out, he'd be able to tell her something, anything.

(10:53) Smooth (10:53) I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours

Eddie knew now was the time to be cautious. But he was also curious as to how much Steve would tell him and just what he wanted to know. He wasn't disappointed.

[10:54] Male, 23, 5'11

It was like the bare minimum of information and yet Eddie was already aggressively tamping down any hope that he might have a chance. Without his permission, hope bubbled up anyway

(10:55) Male, 24 going on 25, also 5'11

Steve stared at the text with the mystery person, mystery man's information. It seemed like so little and yet so much. He still hadn't an idea of what he looked like. But now he could at least get a general silhouette.

(10:56) Ur not one of those guys who lies about his height are you?

[10:57] Robin says my hair gives me two inches but she has no idea what she's talking about.

Eddie was thinking about how Steve must wear his hair. It could be in a sizeable pompadour, or maybe a nice afro. Maybe it was in a bun all the time? That was not what he typed out however.

(10:59) You know what they say (10:59) It's not the size but what u do with it

Okay this was it. This was where Steve stopped texting him. You can't just say that to guys you don't know-ping!

Eddie bit his lip and only had one eye open as he looked at Steve reply, preparing for the worst.

[11:01] Oh I know how to use my inches

Eddie dropped his phone onto the table and had to get up and pace, touch his face, his hair, throwing his hands in the air. Was this flirting? This felt like flirting. He wished he knew for sure. Maybe it was the lack of emoji. Had Steve put a winking face, he'd know for certain. Eddie leaned against his fridge, staring at his phone, sitting innocently on the table.

On the other side, Steve was burying his face into his pillow, pretending he didn't just say that. Would it come off as playful? As flirty? As casual? Should he have sent a wink? The seconds ticked and it felt too late. Like coughing after saying something awkward.

God, he was so desperate. Why was he even still texting? He had work in the morning. He should start preparing for bed so he had any hope of getting up on time. Steve pushed off the bed and went to his closet when he heard the notification sound and instantly returned.

(11:05) Let's get out the measuring tape (11:05) image.jpeg

Steve felt his heart skip a beat. The picture attached was of the very top of mystery man's head. He was holding up a lock of long, curly hair into the air. Steve studied the picture like he was getting paid to do it. He couldn't see any lower than the bangs on his forehead but there was still plenty to see.

The rings on his fingers for one, how his curls went this way and that. Steve quickly saved it and then replied with a similar pose, holding some hair by the fingers as far as it would go above his head.

[11:07] image.jpeg [11:08] I think you have me beat

They texted for about an hour more before Steve finally decided to be an adult and put himself to sleep, bidding mystery man good night.

Part 3

Fun fact, years ago I worked at an axe throwing place and yes, what happened to Eddie did in fact happen to me! On like my first week too I think

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wclfwiife · 1 year

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Rehab sucks - pt 1

“Up and at ‘em, girl.” the voice, much too loud for this ungodly hour, rang out through the dark hospital like room. It cut through the white noise from the walls like a knife slicing through her skull as she slowly tripped back into consciousness.

“Ugh,” she groaned, her hands shooting up to cover her eyes as the staff member pulled her curtains open. “Leave it.” Ash hissed, the photosensitivity part of her detox kicked in hard and already having not been a huge fan of immediately being sucker punched by the sun anyway, the head-achey woman was irked by this to say the least. “I prefer the dark.”

The staff member denied her request for darkness, walking towards her with a tray holding the familiar little plastic cup of pills sat beside a plate of plain toast, dry scrambled eggs, and 2 bigger plastic cups, one half filled with apple juice and one with water. She’d have rolled her eyes if her head didn’t hurt so much. It seemed counterintuitive really, giving the drug addict more drugs to detox off the original drugs. Only in America, probably. Seemed like a very America thing to instill. They claim its for comfort during the detoxification process but to her, it seemed like just another insurance scam because they sure as fuck weren’t helping her feel better the past few days. The nausea wasn’t better, the headaches weren’t duller, her fluctuating temperature and chills did not get less painful so in her humble opinion, the doctors here long with their oh-so-caring staff could take these pills and suppository them right up their---

“Morning medicine time, c’mon. I cant leave till you shove these down your throat or I do.” His voice once again sliced into he skull right through her last thought, resulting in an extremely pointed glare from the young woman. “Be my guest. Your throat seems to need them more than mine does.” She shot back, well aware that his threat was aimed at her but it wasn’t in her to let anyone who thought hair gel was meant to be seen as a top layer boss her around.

He shoved the pills closer to her rather violently, as if to strengthen the threat. “You wanna go to jail? We all know you’re in here to keep outta the big house, girl, so do yourself the favor and just take the damn meds.”

“If I want to detox dry, I can.” She pushed the cup back in his direction before crossing her arms. “They said I gotta detox, they didn’t say I have to take any of your bullshit. Or your pills.”

The man she came to know as Ted, although endearingly preferred to call him dick head (it did rhyme after all, just a moniker to help remember his name, really), was clearly getting impatient at this point. He pulled a syringe from his pocket and grabbed her arm roughly. “Hey!” she yelled, yanking her arm as hard as she could to release his grasp but he only tightened it. “Let go of me! What the fuck!? Let me go, you big fucking oaf, get the fuck off o’ me!” She kept writhing and tugging her limb in hopes to get free but the more she struggled the harder he gripped around her upper arm. He said something about making him strap her down and something else about it hurting more if she struggled but he didn’t say what was inside the syringe in his opposite hand. She kept making a scene hoping to catch the attention of someone outside the door and to her relief, the doorknob lowered and another staff member, Pete, rushed in. “Oh my God, please, help me, he’s fuckin’ crazy, please, get this asshole off me, he’s n---” The relief however, was short lived when Pete asked what was happening and instead of helping Ash, he too came to hold her down. “What the fuck are you doing?” She screamed at Pete, now strapping her other arm down at her bedside and moving to strap her legs down. Ash wasn’t a weak girl by any means, but these two grown men tag teaming her while she was in a weakened state was clearly an unfair fight.

“What are you waiting for?” Pete spat to Ted in a hushed, urgent sounding tone. Ted grimaced as he strapped her left arm down, tighter than the other restraints were drawn, and pointed to her pill cup with the needle. “She wouldn’t take her damn meds. She’s supposed to take the meds first.” “Well make her take them then. What, ya got a crush on this one? Going soft on us?” Ted snorted, pulling the strap harder, tightening the already too tight restraint on her left wrist and she winced as her skin pinched as it twisted and her bones felt like they were in a vice.

“I’m not gettin’ into shit from Doctor Douchebag because the ratios are wrong and the whole thing gets fucked. The meds are supposed to be first.” He stressed again, pointing to the untaken pills on the tray once more. “Jesus Christ,” Pete shook his head, frustrated and moved back up towards her face and picked up the small cup with almost too much of that frustration as they almost flew out of it and onto the bed and floor. “Nice job, dumbass.” “Shut the fuck up!” Pete, who usually had a calmer demeanor than Ted, which she now realized was obviously an act or he truly had the shortest fuse known to man, repositioned himself so he could grab her jaw and keep it in place as she turned her head violently away from him until he grabbed a fistful of her hair at the base of her neck and wrenched backwards. She hissed at the pain, trying to keep her mouth shut as the plastic cup was being shoved at her lips. Pete kept pushing the cup at her mouth, muttering angry words until Ted grabbed her face, pushing his thumb and index fingers into opposite cheeks, prying her teeth open from the outside like trying to give an animal a pill who wouldn’t unclench its jaw. He finally got her mouth open just enough for Pete to throw the pills in.

Three differently shaped pills of varying sizes spilled across her tongue, playing a disgusting tasting game of tag as she tried to spit them out or at least hide them in her cheeks or under her tongue until Pete, the stupid jerk, also poured the water into her mouth, giving her no choice but to swallow or essentially choke to death on both as her head was still pulled backwards leaving the pills and liquid nowhere to go but down. She coughed violently as it all made its way roughly down her throat, it felt like all three pills rolled oddly down her trachea threatening to get stuck at the odd angle she was being held in. When Pete finally let go, she threw herself forward, still strapped to her bed, gasping for breath and choking on the awkward liquid, air, and pills. She wanted so badly to throw up or rub her throat at least, or even just her scalp where his fingers clutched her hair so tightly she was sure he took a few strands with him.

“You’re both sick bastards,” she muttered through heavy breaths, still fighting against the restraints as best she could but her headache had easily turned into a full blown migraine at this point and the movement was agonizing. Ted took this moment to stab her bicep with the mystery needle and almost immediately the room was no longer still and the two men, who she could realistically presume were not swaying at the foot of her bed, were definitely swaying as he head and eyelids became heavier and heavier until the moving wavy room just turned black. The two staff members waited until they were sure she was out, although didn’t bother undoing her restraints as Ted shoved the used syringe back into his pocket and the men took their leave, quietly bickering on their way out.

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noritoshiikamo · 3 years

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When you get time coul you do sickingly cute domestic hcs with a character of your choice, you can just straight up delete this is you don't feel like it. ~ embarrassed dragon asks

days of nanami kento, hc:

void, i know u asked for sickly cute domestic hc and i did but i cant help but twisted something at the end bcs i'm me and only pain is allowed ((jkjk void i'll write something pure sickingly cute later for you :* ) warning: 18+ minor dni, sexual content, public, eating out and thigh riding (mention of word daddy) if you read past the addendum, well uh mention of main character's death listen to beach bunny cloud 9 (slowed acoustic) for vibezz

i feel like who ever gets nanami’s heart wins at life

he would bring you flowers every time he gets home

“hello, i’m home,” you could hear his tired voice but when your face come in the view if him, he started to smile and he held the flowers to you, he wasn’t tired anymore

morning with him would be peaceful despite it being monday. you’ll wake up early, he would be sprawled on his belly, comforter wrapped around his waist with his face mushed into the pillow. your cat would be somewhere in bed, sometimes between his legs and sometimes on the same pillow as him; he loves your cat

he likes his coffee black, breakfast is just two toasted breads with spread of butter

when he kissed you, he tasted like toothpaste. you can smell his lingering fragrance from yesterday and his voice was still deep from the slumber

“good morning love.”

“coffee smells good today, did you do anything to em?”

he was shirtless you could see his back with his pants hung loose you could see his happy trails, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose with his messy hair as he took a bite of the toast

he leaned against the counter, his lidded eyes on you and suddenly you felt conscious, but you were in his tshirt and shorts and those adorable socks that looks like animal he secret loves

“you have work today?” he asked washing his hand

you shook your head, pointing to the laptop and sprawling paper works on the table, “working for home.” your body shuddered when you felt the shirt hiked up, his bare hand pressing against your waist, “good,” his voiced echoed on your ear as he pressed a kiss on your shoulder

how did it get here again? your back arching on the counter while his head mewling between your legs. his tongue is mean, it left burning trails wherever it touches, kitten licks along the sensitive slits before his lips enveloped the bundle of nerves

“kento, meetin-ahh,”

“meeting can wait.” yes it can wait until you were trembling, his arms around your waist and you were just begging him to cum and when you did he had no problem cleaning you up, eyes on you as he wiped his chin, sucking the thumb with a small smile

“thank you for breakfast, it’s delicious,” waltzing out of the kitchen with a wink like he hadn't started his day by eating you out while you sat there struggling to catch a breath

on tuesday, he took you for lunch, you went to his favourite bakery and he told the cashier that his girlfriend loves the sourdough bread their bakery made to explain why there's 4 loaves in his basket

he’ll get the same order everyday while you decided to go to the convenient store across the street because you felt like bread was too heavy for today's meal

“i’ll have another one of the croissant, she’s picky, she won’t find anything there,” he explained, pulling out his wallet

like he expected you came out empty handed, but your eyes lightened up when he held another croissant

“how did you know i won’t buy anything?”

“because i’m your boyfriend.”

on wednesday you would take him out for dinner, to that one sushi conveyor shop where they have happy hours for their sushi, its that type of night where you both get slightly wasted on beer, shoveling half priced sushis like tomorrow is the end

to nanami, money is priceless with you, no monetary value could compare to your smile as you feed him a slice of sashimi and the way i love you rolled out of your tongue when he grabbed your favourite sushi from the conveyor if she missed it

on thursday nanami looked restless. you sat at the sofa, him with a book on his lap and you going through your laptop with a cup of tea. “we have a mission coming, i’m escorting a couple of satoru’s students for their grading.”

you stared at him, cup barely got to your mouth, “you’re great, i don’t see any issues.”

“they are kids,”

you reached for his face, his face softened to your touch, nuzzling gently against your palm

“they’ll be alright.”

you squealed when he tossed the book aside, laptop forgotten on the carpeted floor and the cup carefully placed on the coffee table

your shirt slipped off your head easily while his lips never left yours

"you come back home to me alright?" you threatened, "or i'll murder you myself."

"i will, love."

on friday, nanami took you out on a date

he held your hands in the train, shielding you away from the leering men

he took you to a fancy cafe for lunch, he barely touched his food, eyes on you as you stared happily on your choice of meal

"what? is it my mascara? is it messy?" you wondered

"you look pretty today," he said, leaning to brush a thumb across your cheek

he took you to a bookstore, he followed you as you ventured through the long dimmed hallways, the smell of books overwhelmed him as his eyes burned on your back as you looked around for books, the loose material of your dress swaying around

well you did find your book, but he would hold it up high, a small smirk on his face as his fingers tapped on his lips; you got his point

so you held him against the bookshelf as you kissed him, books long forgotten, his hands under your dress as you mewled against his thighs

"let's go home," you begged but he held your waist tightly, bouncing his legs to encourage you to bounce against his thighs

"you can do it here," his lips traced kisses along your jaw, ears as you clutched his shirt, desperately rubbing yourself against his thigh. your eyes drowsy in lust, lips torn from biting too hard as you held your moans and the flexing of his thigh against your clit got your belly in knots

"can you cum for me?"

"yes, daddy,"

he smiled, "good. cum then."

you didn't get caught, but it was hard to stop people from leering at the weird wet patch on his pants as he swiped his card at the counter

you went groceries shopping, his head on your shoulder, arms around you and the trolley as you went down the isle looking for dinner idea

"what do you want, love?" his voice deep against your ears sending shudders down your spine

"anything you want."

he smiled, "well i want to marry you."

"is that a proposal in the middle of a cereal isle?" he laughed, but you can't stop the way your heart beating at the words he said. his lips pressed against the side of your face as he slipped a box of flakes in the trolley

you stopped the trolley, turned around to face him

he looked puzzled, brows up in question

"i want to marry you too."

"good, how about next monday?"

"deal."

but you woke up alone, the next day on saturday, nanami was long gone away for his mission

he left the coffee running, toasted bread and scrambled eggs in the pan and a note on a cup that said i love you, nk , his initial signed

you made yourself a cup of coffee, looking for the remote to turn on the tv

"we had lost contact with the shibuya train station, trapping approximately hundreds of people with no cell phone connection inside,"

the news anchor's word went in her one ear and another

where was nanami being sent to again?

you held his note to your heart, the coffee tasted too bitter for you today, and you leaned against the sofa

how's nanami doing?

on sunday, your ears perked up when you heard a knocking on the door

leaving the pancakes you planed to make, you wondered if it's nanami returning home from his mission

you felt slightly uneased, another set of knocking barged in, you said hold on and closed your eyes, telling yourself it's just your mind fucking with you

you smiled, feeling slightly relief as you twisted the door handle

"welcome home."

"hello, y/n?"

addendum

it was just not fair that the one time you decided to bring flower home to him, he wasn’t there to receive it.

but you’re used to it. it has been a year

all you’ll have to do is just remove the old one from the vase, add more water before arranging the bright flowers in the vase, before placing it back on his tombstone. your hand touched the cold stone, a small smile on your face as you kneeled on the grass

“hi, nanamin, i’m home.”

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shigarakisslutbag · 3 years

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So I saw a post about being shigarakis little house wife so I just had to make my own post about it hnnnn.

Warnings: yandere themes, awful writing, nsfw themes lol, but also some fluff

• your day starts out like this

• you wake up my the alarm you have set for yourself. And go to pick out tomuras clothes for the day

• very quietly, you go to wake him up, cooing at him and giving him slight nudges

• he wakes up, a little grumpy with a slight tone . But his voice oh god his voice. So raspy yet clean and stern. He asks you what you're doing for the day

• you answer with his normal and favorite of his which is classic eggs and bacon and an array of jams for him to pick from to layer on his lightly toasted toast

• but oh! You forgot something

• before you out on his clothes you always suck him off . If you dont hes always so so stiff and grumpy . It relaxes him

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• tomura is picky . It's practically canon . He has certain childish antics

•you have to scramble his eggs perfectly . Not too much butter . And not too much milk so they arent that fluffy

•his orange juice can contain no pulp whatsoever

•his toast cant be too burnt. It has to be slightly toasted with light jam

•dont get him wrong tho no matter how picky he is he always mutters out a thanks before he eats. He always has a slight blush on his cheeks because to this day he'll never understand how he ended up with someone as amazing as you

•when you're both done eating you dress him up and give him a kiss before he leaves to do business with the league

...

• while he's gone you start doing all the chores

• clean the dishes, sleep the floors, wipe down the tables

• then you get to yours and tomuras room

• your side of the bed is of course spotless

• his on the other hand

• it has dirty tissues on the side from when he jacks off to you while you're sleeping. He knows you know too

• his gaming controllers are scattered everywhere

• cups and dirty dishes and microwavable meals set out from the nights you dont cook for him

•clothes strewn about

• not only do you have to clean his side of the room, but also his computer too . His search history is filled with porn of actresses that look like you . Mainly milfs tbh

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•okay okay I know I made true seem like a disgusting good for nothing but he actually does take care of you lol

• when he comes home you rub his shoulders and feet and he returns the favor. Usually even longer than you did

•can and will thank you for everything you do. Hes just super shy about it

•since you're the housewife it's his job to provide

•not only doesn't he provide the food but buys steals you jewelry and nice things to gift you with

•he doesnt show it often but hes super possessive over his leetle house wife

•when you actually do go out, sometimes you'll get compliments and flirtatious remarks from men and youll tell tomura

•boy is he pissed

•he makes dabi from there on out, watch you while you run errands. He makes dabi tell him about your day so he knows who to kill when you go to sleep

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•finally, at the end of the day, it's time for you to both head in for sleep and get ready for a new day

• he's the little spoon . Sometimes he'll be the big spoon but only if hes sick usually . He holds you like a teddy bear

•loves having you cuddle him tho . Smothering his face with your breasts, and stroking his hair as you both fall asleep to the sound of the tv

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Welp this is the longest I've ever written . If you guys have any other ideas feel free to send in asks . Or even just questions in general . I wish I gotore asks i love it so much 😭. Let me know if you want an NSFW version of this. I have my thoughts 👀

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Home Sweet Home: Catch ‘Em

Summary- 3.9k Andy Barber x You. You and Andy almost have it all, married and with a jointed family consisting of Andy’s teenage son Jacob, as well as your two younger children John and Cassidy. Looking to add another member, your family is in need of a bigger house, a forever home. You find just the place, 112 Ocean Avenue in Amityville Long Island. Home Sweet Home

Written for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho Spooky Scary Stories challenge. Divider by @firefly-graphics

Warnings- Child Endangerment, Hints of Smut (nothing graphic) Swears.

A/N- I chose Amityville Horror for the challenge because its one of my favorite Spook Stories growing up. When reading you will find a lot of similarities to the 2005 Movie, some of the scenarios and dialogue are specifically from that film. Other parts of it are from the book itself. The family name was changed for my own personal reasons. Happy Haunting! 🎃

A/N 2- We’re halfway through!

Chapter 2 / Masterlist

The family settled and a few weeks later, morning started out normal for the rest of the household , but didn't start that way for Andy. His coughing never seemed to break and he was covered in a light sheen of sweat. You were already up to make breakfast for everyone, and Andy came down the stairs, rubbing at his chest.

“Coffee Andy?” You ask while holding the coffee pot over his mug but he shook his head.

“No, I actually came down hoping to find some cough syrup? Or pain medicine? Anything really. We don't have any upstairs.”

“Oh I tossed out the old stuff. But I will pick some up when I go out today. I told Jacob that I would drop him off at the high school today after I got John on the bus.”

Just as you were saying this, a stampede of footsteps came down the stairs making Andy wince a bit and all three kids came around the corner into the kitchen. Andy barked out a bit sharply, which even surprised you. “Y’all don’t need to be running on the stairs.” He coughed again and shivered. “Fuck its cold… I'm going down to check on the heater. If you could get that stuff, that would be great.”

He snapped the door open and disappeared from sight while you were staring after him in surprise. Even all three of the kids seem to be in shock. Jacob just shrugged at his father's weird behavior and went to sit on a stool at the kitchen bar, the other two following him while you set plates with some scrambled eggs on them in front of them. Jacob just took toast nibbling on the edge of it a bit.

“My phone cant keep any kind of charge whatsoever! I just got this thing to.” Jacob flipped it around to show you, and you saw it was already at 50 percent. You frowned at that, because of course he had one of the better styles of phones. Much better than anything you've ever had.

“Your charging cord is working and everything?” You question and he nods, slipping it in his pocket.

“Works just fine. It charges it to one hundred percent, twenty minutes later it is back down to fifty.”

You shrug at Jacob at a loss and happen to glance at a small clock on the kitchen windowsill. “Shit.” you hiss out and down the last of your coffee. “Come on, time for the bus before we're late. Jake, meet you in the car.” You grab your car keys and open the door to call down to Andy. “I'm taking the kids to school.”

You heard nothing more than a resounding deep cough and frowned reminding yourself to pick up that cough medicine for Andy on your way home. “Got your backpack John? Alright, lets go.” The whole pack of kids ushered out the door, leaving Andy all alone.

Andy is pacing downstairs, waiting for the heater to kick on, cursing it out.

“Spent all this money and the damn thing wont work.” he mutters while pulling the chair from his desk to it to sit in front of it, messing with the buttons on the front till a groaning protest came from the heater, and it clicked on to blast a bit of cool air, and quickly switched to warm. Rolling his chair back to his desk, he pulled out files from the bottom drawer to contact his clients and inform them that he was back in business at his new location.

He was so tired though, having felt like he was up half the night feeling ill, and within a few moments he simply closed his eyes to rest them, he would use as an excuse to himself. Within moments he nodded off, and the creeping shadow came out of hiding, solidifying in front of his desk. Sharp clicking steps echoed against the cement floor and claws seared when they touched the wood of Andy's desk. It leaned forward to loom over the desk, over Andy whose chin rested against his chest. Forked tongue slithered along Andy's face, making him twitch in his sleep, whispering “Catch ‘em, Kill ‘em” Red eyes watched his victim for a moment, seemingly at peace in this state. It flexed its hands, claws scratching into the wood before giving a hard shake, sending papers and pens flying, Andy’s laptop skidding across the surface and a picture that you had set on there yesterday crashing loudly to the floor. Cracking the glass into shattering pieces across the floor to glint wickedly. Andy’s eyes sprang open and he tipped forward to grab his shaking desk in surprise to see glowing red eyes and the scream of “Catch ‘em!”

Then it all stopped, and he shoved back from his desk, pressing his heels to his eyes thinking he was seeing things. “What the fuck, what the fuck.” when he lifted his head, his breathing shaky to look at his desk, it was all normal. His papers were still exactly where he had set them before, his laptop in sleep mode ready to be used, pens all neatly lined up how he liked, and his family looking at him with wide happy smiles and laughs at the beach, the glass shining slightly in the light.

“Jesus Christ Andy, get it together.” he shivered, cold once more and started coughing again. The door at the top of the stairs opened and your soft footsteps brought you down, Andy glanced up to see you carrying a steaming mug with the string of a tea bag wrapped around the handle and a paper bag that he assumed must have been the med’s he asked for. You reached the bottom and started approaching him, seeing his flushed face, the way he was heavy breathing with the rise of his chest, and you frowned while sitting the mug in front of him.

“Baby, you don't look so good.” Your hand brushed against the side of his face, and it felt ice cold to him. Jerking out of your touch a bit, he wrapped his hands around the mug and sipped from it, scowling at the taste.

“Don't talk to me like one of the kids Y/N.” he bit out of nowhere and he could see your face flash in a bit of hurt. “Sorry- sorry… I don't know what's wrong. Just a head cold is all. Are those the med’s?”

“I got you a bit of everything.” your voice was colder towards him now, turned off from his offhand comment, and you set those down to, Andy knew he had to make it up to you, that was twice in the same morning he had been short, completely out of character for him. His hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his lap, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“I’m sorry I have been an ass this morning.” He said, hoping you would ease up a bit. Which you did, he felt you relax on his thigh and your hand lifted to brush through his hair, tilting your head.

“I know you're not feeling good. Come up soon and lay back down though? I am worried about you.” you confess, and he nods. “I gotta go back up and check on Cassidy.”

You leave him at his work, and going up the stairs, you leave the door open to let the kitchen's sunshine at least shine down the dark stairs. Maybe it will remind Andy to come back up you think to yourself as you leave the kitchen.

As soon as you do, the door eases shut, closing him back down in the dark belly of the house. Up the stairs, you walk the long hallway towards Cassidy’s room, gazing along the walls, imagining the photos you wanted to hang along the way when you heard Cassidy’s soft voice seemingly talking to someone.

“No Jody, I cant. Mommy wouldn't like that, and neither would Andy.” You tilt your head curiously hearing this now, recalling her mentioning someone by that name a few times now since moving in.

“Well, okay Jody, that doesn't sound too bad. And it is really cool. He took me out on it a few times. Even let me drive it once.”

You eased her door open to see her standing in the middle of her room, and she jumped when she saw you.

“Oh mommy! You scared me.” She giggled, and you poked your head around the door to see what she was talking to. Nothing, there was nothing there.

“Who are you talking to, Babygirl?” You ask, and Cassidy looks once more where she had been talking before answering.

“Jody, but they are gone now.” she hummed and turned towards her box of toys to dig through it. You come into the room and go to sit on the edge of her bed, watching as she pulled out a few of her dolls and brought out her tea set.

You wiggle your nose a bit, knowing imaginary friends were not uncommon. You pull up to a stand as she is setting up her dolls around a small table. “Do you want me to have tea with you?”

“No Mommy, I wanna just play by myself.” She said happily and you lean down to kiss the top of her head. Walking out, Cassidy followed behind you, peeking out to see you heading off to go back down the stairs.

“Okay Jody, she's gone. You still wanna go down to see the boat?” Cassidy looked over her shoulder to see the closet door easing open on its own. Cassidy giggled, and raced out of her bedroom, one goal in mind. Going to the boathouse.

You're in the kitchen, unpacking the last few boxes when you hear Cassidy’s feet thumping down the stairs. Luckily Andy is still down in the basement and hopefully can't hear the thumps that seemed to bother him. You were surprised in finding the door, but figured he must have had to shut it if he was talking to a client. Opening it back up to hear Andy was still downstairs, typing away on his laptop now with the clicking noise that worked its way up the stairs. Humming you lift another box on the table and start to unpack the contents. Turning your back from the fridge, you hop up to sit on the edge of the counter so you could fit the dishes together and put them on the upper shelf you couldn't reach. Unnoticed by you, the alphabet letters on the fridge start shifting around, letters coming together to fit together in a couple words.

When you finish, you hop off the counter and turn back to catch sight of the refrigerator door, your eyes widening at the horrible words spelled on the door.

Katch ‘em Kill ‘em

You gasp in shock at them, wondering who would have possibly written that. Thumps on the stairs distracted you half a second and Andy appeared with his mug for a refill. “Andy, did you write that on the fridge?” you say in a slightly accusing voice, and he frowns while glancing at you as he heads to put the kettle on the stove.

“What are you talking about Y/N?”

“The magnets on the fridge.” You answer and you both turn to the fridge door to see the letters scattered all over the place, not spelling anything. You scowl in frustration, because you know what you saw and Andy gives you a strange look.

“What words?” he asks while he's at the sink, filling up the kettle with water and you just shake your head.

“Nothing, I thought I saw something, but I didn't.” you brush it off, now unsure of what you saw. While you're unwrapping more dishes, you suddenly hear Andy utter. “Oh shit, Cassidy!” and the tin sound of the kettle crashing in the sink while Andy is sprinting to the back door and outside. You drop what you're doing and follow him out, right on his heels as he's running down the wooden deck steps and headed straight for the boat house. “ANDY?” You shout from behind him as he's running full out across the deck. “What's wrong?!” your panicked, unsure what is going on while Andy is trying to wrench the door open.

“Cassidy, I saw her go in here.” He rushed out as he wrenched on the handle, trying to get it to unclasp. You start pounding on the door now in a frantic way, Cassidy couldn't swim, and the boat house was stretched over the lake, should she slip in, there was a good chance she would drown. Your fear builds as Andy continues trying to get the door open. “What the fuck. CASS! OPEN THE DOOR.” he yells while trying to push it open.

“Oh god Andy, get it open, get it open.” tears start to well up in your eyes as you picture your daughter slipping under the water out of sight.

Andy growls out and pushes you aside to slam against the door, hoping to wrench it open. “I'm trying Y/N, get out of the way.”

Your just about to jump in to swim around to the other side of the boat house when the door sprang open and you both race in, looking around the dim interior to see Cassidy standing on the nose of the motor boat just staring out over the lake, you gasp in surprise seeing her like that as Andy made his way carefully along the edge of the deck not to startle her.

“Cass, Babygirl, look at me.” Andy says softly as he makes his way towards her. Your right behind him.

“Cassidy, look at Andy.” you whimper out, watching as she gets closer to the edge of the boat, and her gaze was so far away out over the lake, like she never noticed you or Andy trying to get to her.

“Cass!” He says more urgently, and she jumps to look at him, slipping a bit as the boat rocks from her movements. “Take my hand baby.” He stretches his hand out and she shakes her head a bit.

“I can’t, I gotta go.” Cass say’s with certainty, tilting her head like she was listening to someone else. “Jody want’s to take me to play.”

“Take his hand Cass!” your panic rushing your voice and Andy stretches out further over the water, his voice turning hard and authoritative.

“Cassidy I’m not asking again. Take my hand.” When Cassidy heard him this time, she snapped her head to look at him and her eyes grew wide with surprise. She stretched for his hand, her fingers trying to reach for his. Andy is quick to snatch her and pull her off the boat to safety, falling back against the wall from the momentum. You gather your daughter in your arms, giving a sob.

“Cassidy what were you doing, you could have drowned.”

Now the girl is caught up in Andy's and yours fear, giving her own sob as tears burst from her eyes while you and Andy rush out of the boat house with her strongly clutched in your arms, stopping just outside as she wails out. “Jody wanted to see the boat Mommy! Jody wanted me to go with them.”

“Cass, there is no Jody!” your nerves shook so you shout at her in anger and fear, and Andy reaches to take Cassidy from your arms.

“She's scared Y/N and didn't know any better, yelling isn't going to help.” He turns the little girl in his arms as she sobs into his shoulder, his hand smoothing along her back to calm her down. “Hey Kiddo, it's going to be okay.” He tried calming Cassidy who’s sobs wracked her body in Andy’s arms, and you walked away a bit to take a shuddering inhale. You know he's right, you're just upsetting her more, but your fear outweighed that right now.

“Just lock that damn door Andy, so this doesn't happen again.” you look back at the door and he nods.

“I will go pick up a lock at the hardware store, I promise.” He assured you and you nodded, wiping away your tears. Now your daughters crying in Andy’s shoulder upset you, made you feel guilty for yelling at her. You move to press your hand against her back and say her name. She tilts her head to look at you through teary eyes and you try giving her a shaky smile.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn't mean to yell. You just really scared me and Andy.”

She gave a sniffle and Andy eased her back so she could wipe her face dry and look at both of them.

“I’m-i’m sorry. Next time I will ask.” She said, and you nodded. Andy shifted her once more to rest on his hip.

“Cassidy, the boathouse is dangerous and you know off limits to you and John. If Jody tells you to do something you're not supposed to, what do you tell Jody?” he asked and the little girl lifted her arm to wipe her face again, hiccuping as she tried to catch her breath.

“I tell Jody no Andy.” she said, his hand still rubbing against her back.

“That's right, if you're not sure if you're allowed, you come ask Mommy, Me, or Jacob if it's okay.” he smiled at her to reassure her that it was all okay.

She gave a nod and he held up a pinkie finger, which she hooked her finger around and Andy kissed her forehead. “Pinky promise I swear Andy.”

“Can't break a pinky promise. You know… I think I have some cookies up at the house.” He said, his hand coming up to brush the last tears away with his thumb on her cheeks. “You wanna get a snack before I have to go back to work?”

Cassidy seemed to consider it. “Oreos?”

“Of course they are oreos!” Andy winked as you all headed back up to the house. “Best cookie there is, right?”

Cassidy gave a firm nod, and you let out a relieved breath. Crisis averted.

Later that afternoon, Andy came back out of the basement just as you were finishing the kitchen, Cassidy coloring at the table while he grabbed his keys.

“I will go pick up Jacob and stop at the hardware store.” He pecked a kiss on your cheek, and you looked at him.

“You sure you're feeling up for it?”

Andy nodded and flashed a smile. “I feel much better Love, those meds kicked in and some fresh air will do me good.”

You happen to agree since he's been in that basement most of the day, and you wave a goodbye, deciding you should probably figure out what's gonna be for dinner later in the day. “How about tacos tonight Cass?”

She cheers and you double check to make sure there was enough ingredients, which there was. No need to send Andy a text to pick up anything. “Come on kiddo, lets go pick John up from the bus stop.” you snap the door shut, bluntly ignoring the letters scattered over the fridge.

Heading down the driveway, the house groaned, all alone once again. There was a shattering through the kitchen, your finest dishes being flung from the cupboard and against the wall, fine china dust settling in the air as the scattered pieces spread across the linoleum for you to find later. The basement door wrenched open and the yawning darkness going down the stairs turned darker, more ominous.

When you came back, you stared in shock, stopping both John and Cassidy from going in to save them from stepping on shattered broken shards. “How about you two go on up to your rooms to play while I clean this up?”

Both children went upstairs, and you grabbed a broom to start sweeping, as you passed the basement door, you slammed it shut in frustration and anger.

Night fell and you got the kids settled in. Settling in bed yourself to lean against the headboard, massaging your temples while Andy was in the bathroom getting ready for bed.

You were beat after having to help John with his homework and Cassidy suddenly changed her mind and just hated tacos. Andy seemed to be feeling better, helping where he could. Offering to take over the dishes when John called you back to the kitchen table, and afterwards he hugged you from behind, kissing your neck while whispering in your ear that he couldn't wait to put a baby in you before he went back down to the basement to finish up with a few things.

Thinking back on his idea made you warm up and when Andy came back in the bedroom and stretched out next to you, you looked at him, biting your lip while looking at him.

“You really wanna tonight?” you asked hopeful, since moving your and Andy’s sexual escapades had diminished a bit and you put it all to the stress of moving a whole family to a new house.

“Make you a baby momma? Of course, come on over Pretty Girl.” He reached up to click off the lights and bathe the room in the moonlight when you gently eased into his lap, the two of you starting with gentle affectionate kisses before they turned deeper and needier. Andy's hands slid up and down your back through your tank top, and you would sigh against his lips at how good it felt. Andy chained kisses from your mouth to your jaw and you tilted your head back to let him chain those kisses of his down your neck. He pulled you in closer to feel more of you when his glance lifted to look in the mirror just behind you at the end of the bed.

At first Andy had no idea what he was actually looking at, a grotesque face appeared above him in the mirror, like it was balancing on the headboard behind him. Crouching in place, its clawed hands dug into the wood, its muscled body flexing as it swayed slightly on the head board. Up to its face, a forked tongue slithered out and red eyes glared at him in the mirror. How could something from a nightmare be here right now? He wasn't asleep, he was just about to make love to his wife. His head jerked back in shock, banging against the headboard with a loud crack as he looked up to see nothing above him. “Fuck!”

You yanked up in surprise, running your hands down his chest. “Handsome, what's wrong?” your head tilted and you looked where he was staring, feeling his heart starting to race under your hands.

“You didn't see that?” He grasped your hips, making you go still as you frowned.

“See what Andy?” his gaze fell back to ours and then back up.

“There was something there, fuck I saw it in the mirror. I don’t even know what it was. It looked like a- ” He grasped your hips and sat up to look around, your hands grabbing onto the front of his tee shirt in surprise. Looking back to the mirror and then to Andy who was still trying to figure it out.

“Like what Andy?” You are studying him trying to figure out what he was talking about.

“Fuck it I know Y/N.” His hold tightened on you a moment, like whatever was going to rip you away while he still looked around the room.

“Hey hey, Andy.” you cup his face and make him look at you, kissing his forehead and down till you leaned your forehead against his. “It's okay, there is nothing there, I promise.” Your lips brushed against his. His breathing slowly started to settle back down, and your hands rubbed against his shoulders and the back of his neck as he started to sink back against the pillows, rubbing at his face.

“It was so real though Y/N. These past few weeks, I feel like I'm losing my mind.”

You tilt your head and brace your hands against his chest. “Stress Andy, we’ve had a lot going on. It will get better, I promise.”

His blue eyes shined up at yours and softened seeing you looking down at him, his hands going back to tracing your thighs clasped at his sides. “You know I love you right Pretty Girl?”

You nodded and he twisted you two around till you were underneath him, and tilted your head up to kiss you deeply. “I think I was just about to put a baby in you.”

You giggled against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and whispering. “Yes you were Andy.”

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Drinks and Sunsets

7:00 AM (3 hours before the match starts)

“Renee!! Wake up please, there is breakfast!” Natalie shouted at the closed door infront of her. Renee had fallen asleep at an ungodly time trying to find out more about herself and well, it didnt work out the way she wanted. She groaned, squeezing her eyes tight while moving her arms up. She stretched and eventually popped her shoulder which caused her to scream but not really scream if you understand what I mean. She cursed at herself for not going to sleep earlier knowing that there was a game today. She sat up, shading her eyes from the window that shown the bright sun. Her head turned to the door when she heard knocks coming from the other side. “someone’s there” Renee’s voices whispered, echoing throughout her ears. “No shit sherlock,” She hissed.

“Wra- I mean Renee~ wait no- sorry. Renee are you gonna eat?” Elliot sputtered, clearing his throat. “Depends on what it is,” She sighed. “It’s uH..pancakes I think? I dont know, Ramya was chosen to be the one who cooks today. They looked..burnt,” He explained, shuddering from the thought of Ramya’s pancakes. “I guess, give me a minute to get dressed and I’ll head out. Wait for me?” Renee asked, getting up and walking to her dresser. “Uh..yeah, yeah I’ll wait for you. Dont worry about a thing..you worried cause I’m not..haha..ha..,” Elliot trailed off, sliding down to the floor until he hit his arse on the concrete. Renee chuckled to herself in his stupidity and got dressed. She wore a black tank top with short grey shorts and her black sneakers with her ankle high socks (black of course). She unlocked her door and peered over to the tall man crouched next to her door, falling asleep.

“Wake up Elliot, I thought I was the one to wake up hm?” She flicked his forehead, causing him to rub the spot where he was hit. “Ow ow ow- Why??” Elliot questioned, confused as to why he was hit. “You were gonna start drooling so..anyways, breakfast?” Renee pulled him up, almost falling backwards. “I mean that’s why I’m here right? Right? i hope Im right..,” Elliot trailed off again, starting his journey towards the kitchen with the small woman behind him. Everynow and then he would peek back to make sure she was still there and not inside a portal. “You’re safe with him” Renee looked up at Elliot, the voice echoing throughout her mind. “You like him dont you” Renee looked up at the ceiling and scrunched her face in annoyance, internally screaming at the voices. “I don’t, you guys always assume things,” she whispered, looking at the random framed pictures hung up on the wall. “Elliot!” Renee shouted at the still walking man. He jumped slightly and flinched, “y-yeah? What’s up?” “Kitchen is right here doofus,” She nodded her head towards the room, “How did you manage to miss this big ass room??” “I guess it was an accident, never done that before haha,” He sighed and apologized. The so called pancakes were sitting on a top of a white ceramic plate, getting colder by the minute. “I wouldn’t even dare to try them..I mean you could but- It probably wouldnt be good..,” He walked over to the counter, “If you want, I can cook somthing up for you?” “That would be nice thank you and uh..can you make me some coffee? You know how I like it already,” She sat down at the large dinner table, laying her head down. “Yeah I can do that for ya, anything you want in particular?” Elliot asked but was met with silence. He peeked over and saw she was sleeping soundly with her head in her arms. Elliot took off his sweater and draped it over her shoulders then went back to the kitchen.

8:37 AM (1:30 hours before the match starts)

“Breakfast is ready Renee,” he shook her gently until she stirred, “Mornin’ beaut- I-I mean um..sleepyhead..? Yeah..that’s the word..sleepyhead.” “Mmm..mor-“ She clears her throat and rubs her eyes, “morning..sorry I fell asleep I just didn’t get enough sleep last night.” She looked down at the scrambled eggs and toast that were neatly placed onto the plate infront of her. “It’s fine, I didnt wanna bother you because I thought you’d kill me,” He admitted, taking off the apron that was tied around his waist. He placed it on the hook next to the fridge where a stickynote was left by Octavio not to touch his jello. The only person he let touch his stuff was Natalie. Renee picked up the fork and began eating. “You should date him” “No,” She whispered, furrowing her brows as she picked up a piece of egg with her fork. She watched as the tall man made her coffee just the way she likes it; black with a little bit of sugar and creamer. She was never one to like sweet coffee like everyone else. He poured the jug’s contents into her prefered mug. He added the little things she liked and carried it over to where she was sitting. She thanked him with a small, almost unnoticable, smile. Renee sat there with her cup close to her nose, smelling the bitter coffee aroma. She cooled it before sipping it slowly, enjoying the taste of her morning coffee.

“Hey Elliot, do you know what time it is?” She questioned the other who was washing the pan. He checked his phone and replied, “8:52” Renee stood up and brought her plate to the sink after she was done eating. “Could you wash these for me? I need to freshen up in my room,” She handed him the plate, “thanks.” She started making her way towards her room; which consisted of one right and a lot of walking straight. But she never got tired of it since she was happy she lived comfortably with her friends. The 2 rooms that were next to hers were Natalie’s and Ajay’s. The boys were on the opposite side so in front of her was Elliot. The hallway she lived in held 6 legends at a time 3 girls, 3 boys. Renee’s hallway had Ajay, her, and Natalie and then Octavio, Elliot, and Tae. The others had their hallways, some with empty rooms for future legends. Natalie was never really in her room since she was always with Octavio. It was weird, seeing two polar opposites living together. Then there were Ajay and Tae, she managed to make friends with him. I’m pretty sure Tae is still annoyed but is warming up to her.

“Oh! Youre awake finally,” Natalie smiled, walking out of Octavio’s room, “You never woke up so I had to get Elliot to help me..” Renee stood there at her door with the key in the slot, “Yeah, Ive just been...thinking.”

“Hm, well I hope you get some more sleep. Oh and goodluck with the match today!”

“You arent participating today?”

“Non, Ive been feeling unwell for the past few hours”

“Why aren’t you in bed then?”

“Well, Tavi was getting Ajay but he hasnt come back yet”

“You should be resting Nat..”

“Im okay I swear! Pas besoin de s'inquiéter,” She smiled softly and weakly. She was still in the large shirt Octavio gave her to sleep in and pajama pants. She had a small nessy plush tucked into her elbow, being squished tightly. “Chica! Get back in the bed right now or else im going to llevarte allí yo mismo,” Octavio came back with soup and meds, shouting at the sickly girl. “Ah, Tavi.. Je suis désolé I was just wondering where you were.,” She hugged the plush closer to her fragile body. “Come here conejita, lets get you better,” He lifted her up into his arms, still carrying the supplies Ajay had given him, “When you are done being sick I am going to....”

“Lovebirds,” Renee sighed and closed the door to her room, preparing for the match ahead of her. She got her battle gear on and re-did her messy bun into a neat one. Her kunai rested on the counter, untouched in its holster. She picked it up and unsheathed it, smiling at the small sparks of void that emitted out of it. She put it away and hooked the holster to her belt. “You know you wanna be like them, you cant deny it” The voices teased. “You guys really want me in a relationship huh,” Renee flopped backwards onto her messy bed. She didnt have time to make it in the morning but now she can. She checked her phone and scrolled through her social medias. Elliot made her download them and every now and then, Elliot will make her post a picture or something. She always got tagged in fanart and random posts about her in the matches. She would occasionally like some and they would freak out and thank her. She scrolled through her tagged until she came across one post. It was fanart of her and Elliot, sitting together with their hands intertwined watching the sunset. Renee blushed slightly at the art. She saw that Elliot had already liked it, but seeing as he likes all posts that he got tagged in, it wasnt weird. She hesitantly liked it and turned off her phone. “Maybe I do like him” Her thoughts were interupted when someone knocked at the door.

9:34 (couple minutes until the match starts. The ship still has to arrive at the arena, World’s Edge)

“Renee! Get yuh ass over here ‘cause the match starts soon!” Ajay’s voice boomed through the door. Her footsteps could be heard on the other side as she walked away. Renee stood up and stretched while walking towards where Ajay just was. She opened the door to see Elliot walking out of his room. “Oh hey Ren..can I call you that? Im gonna call you that..anyways, hi. Wanna walk together?” She nodded, “Okay cool, lets start heading over before everyone leaves without us.” They walked in a comfortable silence over to their friends. Octavio was in a corner moping since he didnt have his love interest with him while Crypto spied on him from another corner. He was still mad that Nat rejected him a few weeks ago to be with Octavio. It was crazy hearing that he was sulking around in his room for hours on end. But back to the main girl in this story, Renee sat down on one of the couches that sat in the middle of the room. Everyone was ready to board the dropship to head over to the arena. Here is what was going around, Gibby and Ajay were laughing together,Octavio was..unenergetic for once, Tae was in the corner, Loba was fixing her nails while Rev watched her on the wall, Alexander was playing around with his gas, and lastly Ramya was chewing gum while playing on her phone. It was always bustling in the living space because its where everyone socialized other than the bar. A small yet loud alarm was sounded to let all the legends know it was time to board the dropship.

“Woo-hoo! It’s finally time to go,” Octavio said unenthusiastically. Everyone walked in one-by-one or in pairs. They all strapped up in their skydiving equipment and was prepared for the long drop ahead of them. Renee stood next to Elliot’s room in the ship while the others either went to their rooms or sat in the middle. (Reference back to the season 3 trailer for room placement) Renee was flippping her kunai peacefully while Elliot rambled about something in his room. She enjoyed listening to him talk about nonsense while the quiet humming of the ship was surrounding them. It was peaceful, atleast to her. It blocked out most of the voices and when she was around Elliot they seemed to shut up and occasionally tease her. The drop ship shook a bit and Elliot tripped a little but caught himself. Renee didnt mind turbulence since she didnt really care about anything really, she tenses up a bit sometimes but thats about it. Her scarf end swayed as the ship lowered slowly. Suddenly the screens flashed on and displayed everyone’s banners. Everyone gets a chance to customize and submit their banners to headquarters. The teams were as listed,

Lifeline, Crypto, and Gibraltar

Octane, Caustic, and Bloodhound

Mirage, Wraith, and Loba

Revenant, Pathfinder, Bangalore

Rampart

Everyone stood on their respective platforms also known as where the screens flashed their names. The champions were shown not even a minute later, Wraith’s team was shown and she said a voiceline to taunt her enemies of the day. The metal shifted under their feet and lowered slowly, revealing the bright, cold arena. Everyone at this point was used to the cold though, they were glad it was world’s edge because kings canyon during those months was scorching. Comms were switched on and everyone tested out the mics. Everything was set up and ready to go so teams started dropping towards their locations. Wraith was jumpmaster and pinged on the map, Fragment West. Everyone knew both of Fragment was dangerous and it was hotdrop that game too. You can bet that there were multiple death boxes surrounding the small yet large area. Wraith was already kill leader with 7 kills from the popular spot. Bullets were heard in the distance and Wraith portaled to gain some speed while Loba teleported and Mirage had to run. He wasn’t a running person for long distances so he just took wraith’s portal.

“W- Wait up you two! I dont have a movement ability!!” He cried out to the two girls. The two looked at eachother and giggled while looking back at the energy drained man. “Danger move” Wraith looked around and pinged an enemy and phased away out of danger. Again, Loba teleported away and Mirage was left alone to run away. They hit him good but he managed to get behind cover. Wraith lended him some shield cells and syringes and shot at the other team with her sentinel. The other team was Octane’s team and they were stacked; Octane had gold armour while his teammates had red evo. Octane also had a peacekeeper that he got from a carepackage just next to them. It was a long fight, from gas being thrown on them to the ring closing in on the two teams. They had been fighting for so long they didnt even realize that there were only 3 teams in total left. Wraith’s team, Octane’s team, and lastly Pathfinder. I would say Pathfinder’s team but his teammates died and the banner timers ran out, he was left solo.

“Everyone try to watch your backs, the robot could try to ambush one of us,” Loba turned to face her teammates, occassionally looked up and around for the tall simulacrum. “Spotted him, up there. He has a longbow and what seems to be a flatline on his back. I could snipe him down if that’s what you want,” Wraith calmly called out, pulling out her sentinel and charging it. “Go ahead beautiful,” Loba replied. In an instant, a loud, charged sentinel bullet was shot and killed the robot up on the hill, instantly eliminating him. Now, it was just Octane and Wraith’s teams left to fight. “Nice kill Re- I mean,” He cleared his throat, “Nice kill Wraith..” Wraith smiled and thanked him silently while eyeing down the other team. Seconds went by and both teams rushed eachother. Bullets whizzed by eachothers heads and occasionally hit their shoulders or legs. Octane’s team was low on meds while the other team was low on ammo. Another minute of fighting passes and Wraith’s team is deemed the champion. When they were back in the drop ship everyone congratulated them for winning even though they were in a tight spot. There was an after match party happening in an hour so everyone went back to their rooms to clean up after a long day and get dressed. Renee was first to her room to take a shower while the others stayed in the kitchen or hallways sparking conversations with eachother. While Renee took her cold shower, Elliot decided it was be such a good idea to just waltz into her room to ask her a question not knowing that she was relaxing without voices for once.

“Hey Renee! I was just wondering if you wanted to match for the uh..,” He paused, looking around, “Renee? Where are you??” He looked around the empty yet messy room. Clothes thrown everywhere and notebooks and hairties were strewn about. Her messy bed showing how much she slept that night, which it wasn’t much. He began to worry about her well-being and if she even actually took care of herself. He heard the loud shower running so he went and knocked on the bathroom door. But before he actually knocked, he thought about the things that could happen if he knocked on her bathroom door when she didnt even know that he was in her room. He’d be killed. Before he knew what was coming he accidentally knocked on the door infront of him like a reflex. He heard the girl inside gasp loudly with a few things dropping. He startled her, which was a first for him. He was in shock and did not want to move. “She’s like a T-Rex, if I dont move she cannot see me-“ He was cut off when the door swung open and a semi-dryed off Renee was standing in-front of him. She had her body wrapped with a towel and her still damp hair dripped along the floor and her scarred shoulders.

“How are you in here and what do you want,” She said firmly with an annoyed face. “One, your door was open, two, I wanted to ask if you wanted to match outfits for the after match thing..,” He sighed looking away, “Nevermind, it was a dumb question of course you dont.” He turned and apologized but before he could leave the room Renee stopped him. “Who said I didn’t want to? I wouldn’t mind matching with you,” She stepped over to her closet and sifted through the dresses section, “What color or style were you thinking of?” Elliot was astonished that she actually agreed to do anything with him. “I was thinking accents of purple..? I think it would look nice on both of us,” He sat down on a nearby chair in her room, looking away from her slender body. “Fine with me, now turn around,” She made sure he had his eyes closed and was turned around in order to change. She dropped the towel and peered back just in case. “You want him to see you” “Tell him to turn around” “Let him touch you” The voices were surrounding her but she managed to ignore them. When she finished getting dressed she had Elliot turn around.

“Wow..,” Elliot had no words for the sight in front of him. She wore a long black dress that had a slit on the side with a fluffy, purple boa draped over her shoulders and she was wearing heels making her as tall as him. She played with her hair a bit out of embarrassment while looking away. “You look..amazing,” Elliot was admiring her features that he acted like he’d never seen before, “I just- have no words.” “I dont look that good relax,” Renee walked over to her dresser and put on a necklace that had a purple gem in the middle. “Are you going to just stand there and not go to your room and get dressed?” Renee peered over at him from the mirror. “Right..right yeah, Ill be back to ‘pick you up’,” He opened the door and quietly shut it behind him. She sighed and thought out loud, “What am I going to do about him?” She put her hair in a half bun-half hair down sort of style and finished her look with mascara and a slight tint to her lips. She slipped on short black gloves and grabbed a clutch that had small purple accents on it. “He will like it” “For once you look nice” “People are going to judge you” “Nobody will approach you” “People are going to hate you” The voices started off nice but went downhill and piled hate after hate onto her. She pushed them away and mumbled to herself that tonight will be a good night. Light knocking was heard and she went to open the door, her heels clicking with every step.

“Ready to gooooo-“ He looked her up and down and smiled, “You’re beautiful” He tucked a stray strand from her hair behind her ear, “Let’s be on our way before the limosu- limosio- limo gets here.” He held out a hand and she gladly took it. They held hands for most of the way until Renee let go to check her clutch for something. She pulled it out and checked it before slipping it back in. It was her Apex ID, aka the only way to get into Apex events. You can be one of the legends but they wouldnt let you in without it since people knew how to look almost identical to them. She didn’t regrab his hand after that, she wanted to make sure no one saw. When they got to the front of the building everyone was in their formal attire. Octavio was wearing a green suit top with tailored shorts to go along with it and Natalie wore a white party dress that had orange and blue accents, Anita was in a classic suit talking to Loba who was in a short gold dress, Crypto was in a white suit with green accents, Rampart was in a blouse and office pants, Gibby was in a suit while Ajay wore a long blue dress, Bloodhound wore their goggles along with a suit that had a red cloth in its pocket, and Alexander wore a plain black suit. Revenant doesn’t dress up he said. Pathfinder simply went as himself for the night. After a couple minutes of waiting the limo drove up to the curb of the building. Everyone piled in close together and began conversations with eachother. Elliot and Renee sat really close together due to the limo being quite small for a bunch of legends. Some minutes pass and Renee’s eyes are starting to close. She finally let the sleepiness take over her and her head softly fell onto Elliot’s shoulder. He looked over at her and smiled. Most of the legends eyed them and mouthed for him not to move one bit or she would murder him.

“Elliot..,” Renee mumbled in her sleep, “I..love you..” The small sentence was only heard by the man allowing her to sleep. He tensed up but relaxed as her arm draped over his. The limo pulled up to the event center and a red carpet was dramatically rolled out for the legends. One-by-one everyone was walking down the red carpet either together or solo. Im guessing you can guess which ones walked solo. Elliot nudged Renee and she slowly opened her eyes. She yawned quietly and her eyes met his. They looked at eachother and then she backed away, standing up. She turned away and quickly walked out of the limo and Elliot followed shortly after. Elliot caught up and walked beside her while she covered her eyes from the flashing of the cameras. He enjoyed all the attention on him but Renee never did. He realized what was happening and walked directly infront of her, taking the spotlight. The taller put his hand behind his back and Renee allowed herself to grab and squeeze it lightly. He led her somewhere private and sat her down on a wall away from everyone else.

“You okay? I know you dont like the atten- attentin- eyes on you,” he knelt down, matching his eye level with hers. “I’m fine, you dont have to worry about me so much you know,” She sighed and leaned back slightly, “Let’s just get back to the others before they think were fucking or something.” Elliot offered a hand but she declined, pushing herself up from the wall. She swayed her hips with every step she took towards the doors. Her dress flowed down neatly from her waist down to the carpeted floor. He watched her walk away as the boa she wore bounced with her strides. “W- wait up Renee!” He yelled, fast-walking towards her but she was already through the doors. When he made it through, it was bustling with legends from other ports and random game organizers. There was loud music playing from speakers up above and most of the legends were by the bar including Anita and Loba. Others were either on couches or talking near walls with each other. There were people dancing in the middle of the room where flashing lights and more sparkled along the area. His eye caught the bright purple boa from across the room.

“Hey Ren, glad I finally found you,” He sat next to the now relaxed woman, “Let me guess, appletini?” She gave a side-glance towards him while she sipped the drink he guessed. It was her usual at the Paradise Bar so it wasn’t weird. Minutes went by and the found themselves laughing at eachother from stupid jokes and random stories. A slow-dancing song played on the speakers and everyone got with a partner.

“Wanna go dance with me Ren?” Elliot grabbed her hand, pointing to where everyone was partnered together. “I can’t really dance Elliot, I dont know if I could do it,” Renee responded back to him, covering her face with her boa. “Oh, come on you can’t be that bad at dancing. It’s not that hard, come on I’ll teach you,” He grabbed her hand and pulled her off the seat to take her over to everyone else. He brought her to the dance floor and held her close, guiding her hands to where they were supposed to be. He placed her hands on her lower waist and swayed side-to-side with her. “See? I told you it wasnt that ha-“ He winced as she stepped on his foot, “It’s fine, I forgive you since you’re a beginner.” She apologized anyways and held him closer. As the song came to an end everyone seperated except for them.

“This is nice,” Renee pulled away from his arms, “Want to go somewhere more..quiet?” Elliot’s face contorted to a confused yet happy expression. “I know just the place Ren!” He grabbed her hand and practically sprinted out the doors with her, bringing her to a cliff just off the side of the road. He sat down far away from the edge and patted the spot next to him, signalling for her to walk over and sit next to him. The sun was setting and it was the most beautiful thing that Renee had ever seen. “Oh wow Elliot..I never knew about this spot,” She couldn’t stop gazing at the orange and red hues surrounding the hot ball of gas. “My mom would take me here sometimes, from the sunset, the sunrise, and the stars oh my god the stars. She’d make them so amazing but one day she got so sick and she couldn’t take me anymore. So everytime we get to come here I come out here, to escape the whole legend thing and relax by myself. But now, I see two pretty things infront of me..the sunset and well, you,” He gently grabbed her hand and her reddish face was hard to see in the dark. She turned her head towards him and he smiled softly. “This reminds me of something I saw today, a post with a drawing of us. There’s just one thing missing to complete the scene I believe,” Renee saw him thinking and it looked like a lightbulb just turned on in his head. He leaned in and so did she. They closed their eyes and-

kissed

The scene matched the vibe of the social media post that Renee had randomly come across. It was a strange feeling to Renee, for she had never felt this way towards anyone before. Atleast, not a time that she could remember. Elliot had a goofy smile plastered on his face afterwards. She grinned and leaned on his shoulder as they gazed at the stars that started to peek from the horizon. “Alright yuh lovebirds, get yuh asses inside before we leave without yuh guys,” Ajay leaned against the door, watching them. “Oh, alright. We’ll be right there Ajay,” Renee looked over her shoulder to the other girl and smiled softly. Ajay nodded and closed the door behind her. Elliot was the first to get up and then offered a hand for Renee to grab. She gladly took it and he hoisted her up to her feet. She brushed off any dirt that may have gotten onto her dress. As they went back inside, no one really looked at them apart from quick glances. Anita signalled to them over at the entrance that they were leaving the event. They held hands as they rushed over to the group, not wanting to let go of eachother. Anita counted them and led everyone back to the limosuine so they could pile in the same way they did when they arrived.

(Back at the Apex Dormrooms)(Specifically Elliots Room)

The two were sitting on top of the bed in Elliot’s room, talking. Everyone had just got back to the dorms and they had rushed out so they could get some privacy. “So..what are we now?” Renee turned towards Elliot, who was fidgeting with his hands. He looked up and shifted into a more comfortable position to look at the girl next to him. He looked back infront of him and flopped back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. “Whatever you want us to be, Ren,” His eyes glanced at her features from the angle he was in.

“I want to be...more than friends-“

“Best friends?”

“No-“

“Best best friends..?”

“Elliot-“

“What?”

“I want to be together, as in I want us to date and do things that couples do,” her head turned towards him. “A-are you sure?? I-I-I mean I dont think Im that bad at being a boyfriend but are you really sure you want to be in a rela- rele- be with me???” He stammered, not knowing what to say. “Yes,” was all she had to say when Elliot pulled her in close to lay down next to him. He kissed her cheeks and her forehead multiple times before stopping to stare at her beauty. She giggled and smiled then held him down into a cuddle position on the bed. “This is what I’ve always wanted, despite me acting like I never did,” She admitted, tracing circles on the others chest. “Did you want to sleep here for the night? Or..we’re you going to go back to your room?” Elliot asked, but got no response from the other. Renee was fast asleep in his arms, snoring softly. Elliot smiled a loving smile and kissed her forehead lightly then fell asleep quick with the warmth she amitted.

E X T R A

Octane walked into Elliot’s room, knowing it was unlocked and because he was his best friend. He had his phone in hand, ready to ask a question about the future match. His eyes darted towards the bed after noticing that the lights were off. There, he saw his best friend with the stone cold girl, who never really showed emotion. He gasped quietly and opened the camera app on his phone. He snapped a picture but before he knew it, the flash went off and lit up the entire area of the man’s bed. Renee groaned and covered herself more with the blanket that was draped over her and Elliot. He quickly stepped out of the room where the couple rested and snickered at the photo he caught. His first thought was to post it, his second? To post it and then print it and frame it. He didnt want to seem like a bitch so he decided to post it with the caption, “Found the lovebirds mating LOL” Within a matter of seconds, the post flooded with likes and shares. Which meant that all if not most of the legends would see it. You bet that Elliot and Renee we’re furious when they both came across it the next day..

THE END

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I swear, every time I think we're done with the bullshit something else crops up and this weekend was a fucking doozy. Honestly. I am just so over people and humanity at the moment and I just. I don't know how to figure my way out of this one, honestly. But anyway.

At the wedding, Dave's dad pulled some absolute BS and was like, hey guys, don't do anything about the house because I wanna talk to you about it, to which I was like, cool, it's our wedding, not talking about this right now, peace out homie.

A couple of weeks ago, he brought it up on the phone like, guys, don't do any construction until we've had a chance to talk about it I've got some ideas I wanna chat to you about. I was like, cool, well we're all on the phone, let's fucking chat then and he got really awkward and was like, no no, it needs to be in person. I was like, why, do you have floor plan changes or whatever? to which he was like, We'll talk in person when we've all had a few drinks and it'll be good. So that sets off alarm bells automatically, like what the f are you on mate, so we basically were like well, come down this weekend so we can get this over and done with and we can move on with our lives please, given that everything is on a timeline crunch with work and maternity leave and house renos and buying a puppy and all sorts of things. So they got here on friday, and I tried to bring it up, and he just completely blanked me when I asked and changed the subject which is next level bitchy on its own. Whatever. there's still saturday night anyway.

Had a reasonably good day with dave's parents, all things considered. If you treat them like toddlers and give them two choices they don't behave too badly. this is breakfast, do you want scrambled eggs on toast or pancakes? We can go to the zoo or to staglands, which do you want? Which of these two cafes do you want for lunch? Now we're going home for nap time or to read a book but it's two hours of chill either way do what you like.

And then. and then we got to dinner and when he finally started talking to us, and his fucking wife is just making stupid laughy faces at me, I swear to god if I didn't love dave I would have walked out and left them there and dumped all their shit on the back doorstep and bolted them out of the house.

Because it's not that he has ideas about the renovations, its that he doesn't want us living in this (perfectly reasonable and safe) neighbourhood, he wants us to move to somewhere 'nicer' aka whiter more expensive and fancier and that we'll only get money from them if we move, not if we renovate where we currently live. This is after 20 minutes of pointless BS like, you don't want to overcapitalise where you live, you don't want to invest a whole bunch of money and then not have a good sale price, your driveway is too narrow for people with big cars (because he has a stupidly big holden adn cant reverse for shit, if courier vans can hoon our driveway at 30kms an hour, and I can reverse a fkn hilux surf down the driveway you know it's fine)

and then like, have you considered school zones and what banks might lend you and how much you might have to spend on renos etc etc etc

And this whole time he's being an absolute fucking dick, and I'm sitting there getting more and more enraged, and my poor fucking husband is just, I could just watch him curling further and further in on himself and I wanted to cry. this is the absolute fucking shit he has put up with his entire life. You only get love and support from us if you do what we want. We'll only help you if its something we approve of. Unless you do exactly what we want, you get nothing. And its so fucking unfair. It's so shitty.

And dave was so excited to get a patio out the back and get outdoor dining and all these things and now he's like, well maybe I won't because it might not be worth it.

I'm just so fucking mad, and I'm so sad for dave. Fuck his parents for shitting all over this. Our house is not a business transaction. This is the home we want to build for our family. this is how we want to raise our kids. We don't want and won't afford a fucking $1.2M house which si still going to need fucking renovations. And what if the housing market does crash? You're worried about fucking overcapitalisation with renovations for christ's sake? Go to fucking hell.

I'm so fucking mad at them. So fucking mad.

I went out for a walk this morning because I actually couldn't face them and they had another go at Dave while I was out. It's so fucking shit. I'm sorry. We're a fucking team, we make decisions together, fuck you both on so many levels.

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Out of Love pt.4

Guzmán x Reader

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“Do you remember when things first started with you and Guzmán?” Omar asks you over coffee one morning.

“Yeah, how come you ask?” You frown, handing him a plate of scrambled eggs on toast.

“Well, when me and Ander had a talk about everything and decided to actually take your advice,” He explains, “We spoke about when we first met. I wanted to know if you remembered the same thing about Guzmán.”

“And you think it will save our relationship?” You joke, “It was about three and a half years ago...”

—Three Years Earlier—

When you’d first started at Las Encinas, you’d promised your Mum that you would keep your head down and avoid mixing too much with the drama that always ensued in a place like that. She had a reputation to uphold. You’d tried your best to stick to that. Until a certain boy tried his best to flip that on its head.

“Marina you cant be serious,” You roll your eyes, flopping back on her bed as she sits at her desk.

“Come on! You know I wouldn’t say it unless I seriously meant it,” She defends, spinning in the chair as she lets out a laugh.

“This is your brother we’re talking about!” You sit upright to face her, “Shouldn’t you be discouraging anything happening between us?”

“Between my brother who has clear feelings for you and acts completely different when you’re around, and you - the girl who would be practically perfect for him?” Your best friend raises her brows, “That hardly sounds like a bad idea.”

“Marina I’ve heard how much you complain about him!” You laugh, “You hardly give a good impression!”

“But he’s so different when you’re around! It’s honestly adorable.”

Before she can continue, the boy of subject walks past her room. You couldn’t deny that Guzmán was an attractive boy, he had an odd mix of maturity and youthfulness that he sometimes didn’t find the right balance between. And, Marina was right, he did act completely different around you and it was sweet. But the idea of dating your best friend’s brother when you were so young already felt like a recipe for disaster.

“Come on, I see you looking at him...” Marina wiggles her brows, “It’s meant to be.”

“Meant to be?” You scoff, “We’re fifteen Marina! Nothing is meant to be when you’re fifteen. He’s your brother and he’s my brother’s best friend. That’s literally a recipe for the worst disaster.”

- - - - - -

“Thank you, I’ll see you tomorrow,” You smile to your teacher as she hands you a paper back.

You go to turn out of the class and instantly bump into someone who’d been stood just outside.

“Shit, sorry,” You mutter, glancing up to realise it had been none other than Guzmán stood in front of you.

“That’s okay, can I walk you to your locker?”

You look at him and let a furrow manifest between your brows, “What?”

“We have the same class next, so I’ll walk with you,” He shrugs, matching your pace as he walks by your side.

You glance over your shoulder like you’re expecting this to be a set up and for Marina to be behind it all. But she’s nowhere to be seen - in fact, you’re pretty sure she’s not in school today. Either that or you were expecting to see Ander shooting him a dagger-like glare from across the way.

“What are you doing Guzmán?” You frown, “Is something wrong?”

“Why does something have to be wrong?” He laughs, “How’s your day been?”

It was easy to get along with Guzmán. The two of you had been through a lot with Marina, especially after her HIV diagnosis. And you’d been the ones that each other had relied on to confide in when you tried to process it all. He was supportive when you were upset, and he assured you he felt the same. Something had changed between you after that. It was like you were looking at a different person. And, ever since then, Guzmán had always acted differently around you. Like he knew deep down that something had changed too.

Just as he’d said, he walked you to class and sat down in the seat beside you. He didn’t care for it belonging to someone else. He made comments all through the lesson to mock something the teacher had said or point out something amongst the class to make a joke about. You’re certain you’d never laughed so hard. By the end of the class, there were no notes on your page and tears streaming down your cheeks as the two of you had been in hysterical laughter for the past ten minutes.

You don’t notice as Guzmán looks over at you whilst you’re laughing. How he’s so focused on the way your eyes crease shut and you throw your head back. How your lips light up with the most bright smile he’s ever seen. It’s oddly enough a feeling that terrifies him. Because right there, beside you, he feels vulnerable for the first time in forever. He feels completely and utterly weak in your presence and it scares him that he won’t ever get that strength back. It was silly really. He should’ve just seen you as the girl that spent every day at his house in his sisters room, nothing more than a good friend to Marina. But, over the years, he’d heard you make her laugh more than anybody else. And he wanted to be the recipient of that comedy. He’d seen you give her the strongest, most genuine of hugs. And he wanted to be the one who had your arms wrapped around them. He’d seen you give her intense speeches of self confidence when she was feeling low. And he’d wanted nothing more than to come to you on his lowest days and watch you piece things back together like you were always made to be a part of them. And there, sitting beside you laughing in that lesson, he’d felt so vulnerable that all of that felt like a flood of what he’d started to learn to be love. He didn’t know how exactly Ander would take to learning something like that but he decided in that moment that it was worth it nonetheless.

“Well, thank you for giving me some extra work to catch up on,” You joke as the two of you walk out of the classroom.

You’d started to feel it too. That glint in his eye that felt impossible to ignore when he smiled at you. The way he listened to your words and picked up on the little details. How he’d make jokes he somehow knew you’d be the only one to find funny. How he defended you without any expectation to be the one on your side. He’d been there for his sister, and been there for you in the process. Where your tracks had been running alongside each side of Marinas, you’d somehow found a time along the way where you and Guzmán had become more connected than ever.

“I heard Marina talking to you yesterday,” Guzmán confesses as you reach the point where you should theoretically part ways, “Something about my acting different around you?”

You smirk a little, “Yeah she might’ve mentioned that.”

“Don’t act confident (Y/n), she’s told me the same thing about you,” He laughs, “I don’t think we’re very good at hiding things.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Guzmán,” You try to keep your composure.

“Well, we’ve got my sister’s blessing, and you’re just as bad at lying as I am,” He points out, “What would you say if I asked you on a date?”

“I’d say we’re not there yet,” You shake your head, “We started off not knowing each other, then became friends by association, then aquaintances, and now friends. Just friends for now.”

“Okay, friends then,” He smiles, “So what do I have to do to move up to the next stage?”

“You tell me, Guzmán.”

—Present Day—

“(Y/n), this came in the mail for you today,” Ander comments as he walks through into the kitchen.

You watch as he walks straight over to Omar and kisses him softly. Seeing the two of them back to normal was always a relief. No matter how much they argued, figuring it out just seemed to always be a part of the timeline. And you’d never once seen them at a stage that you didn’t think they’d get back from.

“Thank you,” You smile, taking the letter from him that was clearly addressed to you.

“Who’s it from?” Omar frowns, distracted as Ander takes some toast from his plate.

“I have no idea,” You mumble but you’re telling yourself the complete opposite, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

You take your coffee and walk outside to the patio chairs just outside the back doors. It’s a little too cold outside for this to be a good idea but you don’t mind, taking a seat on one of the chairs as you open the envelope. You knew exactly who it was from. That writing was unmistakable- and you knew what date today was. A year had now passed since Guzmán had sent you a letter like this. A year ago, it had been to tell how grateful he was for how much you’d been there for him recently. You’d got him through a lot and he’d not been able to audibly find the words to say how much it meant to him. So, in a style that clearly proved how different he was around you, he’d written you a letter. Your stomach overturns at the thought of what he’d be saying this time.

Dear (Y/n),

I hope you’re sat outside when you’re reading this, on that chair you had to replace because I broke it last summer. I hope you’ve got a coffee in your hand and you’re waiting until it cools down just a little past hot before you drink it. I hope you’re every part the girl that I gave a letter to this exact time last year.

I don’t really know how this will go or if this is a good idea but I’ll give it my best shot. Because you and I both know I’m not good at saying things out loud, I always fumble my words and get annoyed at myself and you have to stop me from swearing after every other word.

One full year ago, I sat and waited for your response after you were reading a letter just like this one. You’re the only person I’ve ever written a letter for and it still baffles me that you softened me that much to make me such a romantic :) Since then, I’ve done everything and nothing to completely change the way you see me. I did everything wrong and nothing in the way I once did. So, I want to take you back to when I first realised I loved you. I’ve thought about this a lot because there are far too many times I could say are when I realised I loved you. In fact, you probably gave me a reason every day, even if I stopped noticing. But this one stood out more than the rest. Because it was the reason I walked to your house and told your brother that I’d do everything I could to prove to him that I was good enough for you.

You were laying in our old garden by the pool and Marina was beside you. You had this black swimsuit on and a pair of sunglasses that kept falling off your head or getting tangled in your hair. My sister asked you if you knew what it would feel like to be in love. And you’d told her the most simple, obvious analogy that I’d never heard before. You seemed so sure of yourself. You told her this - that everybody ran their own path through life, like trunks of a tree with different branches. You said that wouldn’t change when you loved someone, but it instead was the feeling of finding someone who you wanted to run that path alongside. Whose branches connected with yours and who celebrated the parts of your life that were separate. It sounded so weird to hear from someone I was certain had never felt that way about anyone. But even weirder to realise that I wanted to be the person you spoke that way about. I left the house and told Ander that exact same thing, he laughed at me and said that I wasn’t the one he needed to convince. And I spent the next days, weeks after that trying to convince you instead.

That’s when I realised I wanted to love you, darling. I realised I wanted to be the lucky one who was loved by you. That never stopped. Not now, not ever. I just got lost when I was trying to keep up with other people’s paths. I lost sight of the fact that I’d had someone running alongside me that whole time that somehow managed to keep up with the pace and fall back when I struggled. Who picked me up when something knocked me back and who pulled me back when I got ahead of myself. I got so used to having that presence that I stopped putting in the effort. When, if I’d have done things right, I should’ve been spending every day still trying to convince you to love me.

You never stopped being too good for me. I just became blind to it. I should’ve treated every single day with you like another day where I was trying to prove myself to you. To convince you that I was worthy of everything you offered to the world. I’d do it all again if I could. I’d tell you every single time you did something that made my heart do that boyish flutter I never grew out of. I’d remind you of everything you wore that made me feel a way I’d never be able to describe. I’d tell you every one of the quotes you’ve said that I still have engraved into me. Id be good enough for you.

I never stopped being in love with you.

And if you let me, I’ll spend every day of my life proving why you shouldn’t fall out of love with me. I’ll spend every day trying to show you exactly why I convinced you in the first place.

You once told me we were at that stage of being just friends. And I asked you about getting to that next stage. I think we’re past that now. We’re at a stage I never expected us to be at, I just need to know what I can do to get us past that. To where we should be I want us to be. So, what do I have to do to move up to that next stage?

Always yours, Guzmán.

“Who’s it from?” Ander is stood at the doorway with Omar when he sees you fold the paper to finish the letter.

You glance at both of them with tear stained cheeks.

“Shit, she’s crying!” Omar exclaims, having never seen you cry... ever.

You laugh a little and wipe your face, “Fuck...”

“(Y/n), you need to find him,” Ander confirms and it means a lot more to come from him - the brother who’d always reminded you to never give boys a second chance when they weren’t worth it.

“You think?” You stand up from your chair, taking in a shaky breath.

“Are you kidding me?! This boy just wrote you a fucking letter to confess his love for you!” Omar raises his voice, grabbing your hand, “Go after him, honey!”

You wipe your face once again and nod, “Yeah, I need to, dont I?”

You were only really questioning yourself now. You couldn’t leave it any longer. The boys practically push you through the house as you grab your shoes and hold the letter in your trembling hands.

“How come you never wrote me a letter?” Omar questions Ander just as you’re about to leave.

“We live together!”

- - - - - -

You know the walk to Guzman’s house even through your blurred vision and shaking legs. It’s like you don’t even have to think enough about the path to get lost.

His Mum’s car is missing from the drive and you know he hates being home alone for too long in that house. What if he was out?

You’re just about to knock on the door when it opens from the inside and Guzmán is stood, fully dressed with shoes on and keys in his hand.

“Guzmán,” You say like you’re trying to convince yourself that he’s actually there, in front of you.

“(Y/n)... I was just coming to find you,” He explains, eyes falling and landing upon the paper gripped in your hand, “You read it?”

All you can manage is a small nod.

“Theres a part that’s missing,” He comments, taking in a deep breath, “That day on the phone, you asked me when I fell out of love with you. And I told you at the club that I just strayed too far from home, and that I needed to prove to you that you shouldn’t fall out of love with me. None of that’s true.”

Your heart sinks as you hold back another wave of flooding tears.

“Instead, it’s that you made me into somebody I thought was worthy of loving you - you subconsciously made me a better person because I wanted to be better for you. I didn’t fall out of love with you. I stopped loving myself, and I fell back into that person from three years ago that never deserved you. I became someone I hated and I punished myself by pushing away the best person I’d ever laid my eyes upon. I need to learn how to love myself again and I need to learn how to do that, but l want to be that boy that you made me. How do I become him again?”

You take in a deep breath, “You tell me, Guzmán.”

He lets out a breathy laugh and pulls you into him, arms wrapping so tightly around you as your final tears stain the plain grey of his T-shirt. Guzmán shifts you back so he can look into your eyes.

“You’re crying,” He notices, tears coming from the girl he’d never seen cry once - not for Marina, for your brother, for yourself. Never.

You chuckle, “It’s all your fault, Guzmán.”

He lifts the pads of his thumbs and brushes away the shadows from where the tears had previously been. His lips move close to you as he presses a kiss onto each of your cheeks, below your eyes. Before he moves back and kisses your lips for the first time in far too long. It’s soft and slower than any other kiss you remember from his impatient touch. It’s cautious, but certain. And you know he’s taking in every last second of it for every fraction of his time that it’s worth.

“I’ll never fall out of love with you (Y/n) (Y/l/n).”

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Something Like Home - CH 13

Inquisitor Trevelyan/Alistair Theirin Post Trespasser - non canon compliant - all the angst - hints of fluff Sequel to Mercy

Evelyn woke up, warm and sandwiched between Liddy at her front, her stuffed bear shoved up against her face, and behind her, the solid press of Alistair’s back. In those moments before full wakefulness, she thought that she had never laid like this with Alexander. Isaak had never crawled into bed with them.

And Thom, they’d never had this chance. The What-if flitted at the back of her mind, ready to take form, but she opened her eyes, cutting off the thought. No more what-ifs, she chided herself. Alistair didn’t deserve that.

To lay in bed and imagine another man holding her? A dead man at that. No, she wouldn’t do that to him. So instead, she focused on the soft sound of their breathing and smiled. Alistair’s arm was around her waist, his face against the back of her neck. Reaching up she nudged the bear out of her face and realized how much of the bed spread out before her and she wondered how much space Alistair truly had.

“You awake?” Alistair’s voice was a quiet murmur and Evelyn twisted her head around as much as she could as Alistair rose up to rest his weight on his elbow.

“Are you even actually still on the bed?” Evelyn asked, biting back a smile.

“Mostly,” Alistair said, reaching out to trace a finger over Liddy’s cheek, and behind her ear then down back. “Sort of. Maybe, barely.”

Evelyn’s laugh was silent, but it shook her frame and he offered her a smile and a shrug. “Your daughter is a bed hog,” she told him. And her heart skipped a beat just seeing the way his eyes lit up when she called Liddy his daughter. And if she did it more often than not just to see that light, well, he deserved it.

“Best night’s sleep I ever had,” he told her, and Evelyn scoffed.

“Liar.” She grinned, but there was such an earnest look in his eyes that she thought he might have meant it.

They stayed like that for a little while, Alistair’s arm stretched across her as he rubbed Liddy’s back. “Hungry?” he asked. “I could make some breakfast.”

Liddy’s head jerked up at that, her eyes snapping open at the mention of food. “Su’ar toas’,” she demanded.

Another quiet laugh escaped Evelyn’s lips and she turned her face, pressing it against the pillow because she thought she might tear up. They could have this, mornings like this, every morning if only she could let herself.

“You only get sugar toast if you have eggs too,” Alistair told her and her face screwed up into a disgusted frown.

“Eggs icky. Wan’ su’ar toas’.” Liddy sat up, then scrambled up to lean across Evelyn’s chest so she could put her face very close to Alistair’s. “P’ease,” she drew out the word, long and pleading and Evelyn bit her lip so she didn’t laugh out loud and encourage her.

“Cheesy eggs,” Alistair bargained and Liddy clapped her tiny chubby hands.

“Cheesy eggs. Cheesy eggs,” she chanted. “Ali papa bear make cheesy egg and su’ar toas’!”

Leaning forward, Alistair pressed a kiss to the tip of Liddy’s nose, and she fell back, sprawling out on the bed and giggling. “I’ll take the same,” Evelyn said, turning her head to look up at Alistair again. “And would you boil water for my tea?”

Alistair’s brows drew together and he frowned, his fingers reaching out to skim over her left bicep. “Bad still?” he asked.

It hurt, but it wasn’t nearly as painful as it had been the night before. “I’ll go see the healer this morning, make sure everything is alright and see if he has any ideas.” Worry settled over his features and Evelyn reached up to stroke her fingers over his jaw. “It’s okay, Alistair. I’m okay.”

Later, after eggs and toast slathered in butter and doused with cinnamon and sugar, Evelyn left Alistair and Liddy to their own devices and headed into Skyhold proper to see the healer. On her way back, she found Talon, pacing her hands pressed to her back as she arched. “Everything alright?” Evelyn asked her and Talon offered a smile, that broke into a wince.

“Baby,” she said, shifting her hands to rest on her belly. “I think this little one is finally getting ready to come out. Here’s hoping for a quick labor,” she said with a laugh.

“That would be a change,” Evelyn offered with a smile. “Anything I can do?”

Talon waved a hand dismissively. “No, but thank you. At this point, the only thing anyone can do is pray that this one isn’t as stubborn as my other children.”

They spoke for a few minutes longer until Talon grew restless and waved goodbye before she resumed her pacing. Evelyn had just stepped onto the road that led through the ever-expanding village when she caught a familiar flicker of movement from the corner of her eye. She stilled, slowly canted her head as she turned her face toward it.

There he stood, not looking much different than he had the last time she’d seen him years earlier. “Hello, Cole.”

Alistair carried Liddy perched on his shoulders as he walked down the street. He and Liddy had run a few errands and gone on a little exploration where she’d found a whole crop of dandelions some still bright yellow flowers and many turned to fluffs that she happily ran through and blew until the air was filled with those little bits.

They had checked the house to see if Evelyn was back and worry was a weight in his belly. It hadn’t been that long, he told himself. Evelyn was fine. She’d probably stopped at the bakery to see Taashath, so that was where they headed.

“Mama!” Liddy shrieked and Alistair finally spotted her, walking up the road, a smile on her face.

“Hello my baby,” she said, blowing her a kiss.

“Down!” Liddy tugged at his hair, and with practiced ease, Alistair brought her down off his shoulders, flipping her upside down so she would laugh before he set her on her feet. Liddy hugged Evelyn’s legs and held out a bright yellow dandelion that was a little worse for wear.

“Oh, thank you,” Evelyn crooned and dramatically sniffed it before tucking it behind her ear. “It’s beautiful.” Then she looked up at Alistair, still smiling.

“Everything alright?” he asked cautiously. Not that her happiness was cause for worry, but he was afraid that she was using it to cover up terrible news. “What did the healer say?”

Giving a little shrug of her shoulders she sighed. “Everything is healing well, he’s going to mix up some stronger pain tonics for when it’s like it was last night.” She didn’t sound pleased, but Alistair was grateful to hear that she was healing. “Talon’s in labor,” she said, changing the topic with a sudden brightness to her voice and held her hand out to Liddy. “Come on Lid, let’s go,” she said when the girl started to toddle off. But she ran back and grabbed hold of Evelyn’s hand.

Alistair stood stunned for a beat as the two began walking back toward the cabin, then he rushed to catch up, coming to Liddy’s other side, he had to lean down to take the hand she held up for him to hold. “Is there anything we need to do?”

He remembered Evelyn’s labor. She’d been uncomfortable all day, denying it was time for as long as she possibly could. Then she’d screamed and wailed and Alistair had held her hand when she wanted it, fed her snow when her throat grew parched, and finally, finally, held Liddy as Evelyn lay exhausted and teary-eyed.

Evelyn gave her head a little shake. “No, I told her to send for us if she needed anything, but I think she’s got it quite in hand,” another quiet laugh escaped. “She’s had enough, she should by this point. Taashath is going to take Liddy later this evening, a playdate with Liora and Brisa, and Talon’s brood.”

It surprised him. He knew how overprotective Evelyn was, she fussed and worried about Liddy if she couldn’t see her. It had taken a time before she had even let Alistair take her out alone. “Oh?” he asked, raising his brows.

He caught the flush on her cheeks as she ducked her head. “Taashath is the only other person in this world, besides you, that I trust irrevocably with Liddy. We’ve been through too much for me not to.”

“You wouldn’t trust Talon?” he asked curiously.

“No, no it isn’t that I don’t trust her, it’s just that… I can’t explain it, but the connection I have with Taashath - it’s silly. Absurd really, because I know Talon, Zevran, Cullen even, none of them would stand by and let something happen to any child, even mine.”

Alistair wasn’t sure what to say to that, but finally, as they turned down the path to their cabin, he reassured her, “it isn’t silly.” Evelyn shrugged and smiled as they walked inside. “Liddy got you a present,” he told her.

“Other than my beautiful flower?” she asked, sinking down onto the floor where Liddy promptly crawled into her lap.

“She wrapped it and everything,” Alistair continued. “Liddy, go get mama’s present.”

Liddy let out an excited chirp and jumped up, running into Alistair’s room, and then she came barreling back out, a small fabric wrapped parcel in her hands. “Oof,” Evelyn let out a breath as Liddy flung herself back into her lap. “Mama! Liddy pick,” she said pressing the bundle into her hand.

Evelyn cocked her head, then looked over at Alistair who had sunk down on the edge of the couch, and looked awfully nervous. What did you do? She wondered and smiled, kissing Liddy’s head. “You wrapped it so wonderfully, will you help me open it?” Because there was a loose bit of ribbon tied into a bow.

“Oh, I-” Alistair flushed and he leaned forward slightly as if to take it and do it for her.

“We’ve got it,” she reassured him, and with Evelyn’s one hand, and Liddy’s two they managed to tug free the ribbon and pull away the fabric. Inside, was a little box. It was plain but made out of a pretty stained wood. “Ohh, I like this,” she told her.

“Open! Open!” Liddy said, the box balanced on her palms. Evelyn lifted the lid, the small hinge gliding easily to reveal a delicately engraved pendant inside. At first glance, it looked black, but as Evelyn carefully lifted it from the box, she caught the blue striations that ran through it. As if it were blue smoke caught in a black stone. A knot of vines coiled in a frame around a mabari.

She looked up at Alistair, brows lifting and he shook his head, raising his hands. “I didn’t say anything,” he told her. “Just told her to pick one. Blame Cullen and that new hound he stole from the Winter Palace.” Evelyn laughed.

“Puppy, mama, see,” Liddy got up on her knees, the pretty box tossed aside to wrap her little fingers around the pendant.

“I see,” Evelyn smiled, letting Liddy take it so she could draw her into a tight hug. “I love it, thank you.” Looking back to Alistair she held out the necklace. “Help me put it on?” she asked.

Alistair was on his knees in front of her in the next instant, taking the necklace from her fingers. “That’s the thing, we picked out a chain long enough,” he told her, as he held it up, “so that you wouldn’t need help with it.” He looped it over her head.

“Oh,” she breathed out, her hand coming up to curl around the pendant. “Oh, thank you, Alistair.” Liddy reached up to trace her fingers over it and Evelyn let go in favor of catching Alistair’s hand before he could move away again. Ducking her head, she pressed a kiss against his knuckles and for a long moment just sat there, holding his hand against her lips, then she looked up and saw the deep blush on his cheeks. You’re so good to me, she thought.

He did these things so effortlessly. Showed such kindness and took care of her in so many little ways. Evelyn knew she didn’t come close in that regard. But she would try to do better because she never wanted Alistair to question how very important he was to her. “Thank you,” she said again and squeezed his fingers, then felt him do the same in return as he smiled at her

#there are more smiles and laughs in this chapter than the entire previous 12 chapters #meraadwrites

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