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jeanbie · 1 month

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Omg hi I don’t know if you take nsfw requests but I was wondering about aot’s favorite positions🥺 your writing is so so good!!

honestly.....i thought this was hard !!! i can't see any of them being overly picky on positions or even having all time favs; over the eras of aot, they all change so much it's actually hard to say...so i tried my best to think semi-objectively :3 absolutely feel free to disagree with ANY of these, everyone has diff interpretations (and i love all of em)

warnings: fem!reader (sorry), sexual content ofc, if u want the girl vers lemme know :D

AOT BOYS & FAV POSITIONS ★ masterlist.

MISSIONARY

“you look so fucking pretty right now—” is the only thing they can think of saying as they bow their chest over yours, watching your face twist as their cock sinks deeper into your cunt. one of your legs is wrapped firmly around their waist or hanging up over their shoulder; this way, they can watch you writhe and whimper whilst also watching the way you suck them up nicely, the way your body tenses and flinches with every thrust they give...

— jean, zeke, niccolo

RIDING

there is no greater joy than leaning back and watching you do your thing. their hands are on your waist, smoothing around your hips and stomach in an effort to distract themselves from simply filling you up and going wild — they love to watch you sinking down on them, your back arched and breasts rising with every rise and fall. they meet your hips by raising their own, finding pleasure in watching your face pull into contorted shapes, hearing the moans and whimpers from your mouth. from down here, they like the control they can have, and on occasion, the submission of doing whatever you tell them to

— levi, armin, porco

BENT OVER

if they can bend you over it, they can fuck you on it. tables, beds, tree trunks, fences, desks, sinks — it’s like they’re trying to fuck you on every possible or available surface they can find. they just love to see the sight of your ass tilted up, hips pressing into a hard surface, legs spread in a desperate attempt to stay upright, all while they drive themselves into you however fast or hard they want to. they can be as gentle or as rough as they want to be; running their hands up your back and between your shoulder blades, or smacking your ass and pulling your hair — everything about fucking you from behind is perfect for them, and by the sounds of things, perfect for you

— eren, floch

[bonus] s4!eren loves to fuck you over a sink or a vanity, anywhere he can pull you back by your hair and make you watch in the mirror. his eyes never leave yours through the glass, his lips whispering the dirtiest things he can possibly think of just to get you to cum around him, to watch yourself unravel in his hands

RIDING THEIR FACE

they are a seat. that’s all they are, all they ever want to be — a seat for their perfect partner. they could spend hours with their tongue up your cunt, hands pressed into your ass or hips as you ride the features on their face. they would happily die of suffocation down here, just as long as you were happy and they got to taste their favourite thing in the world

— connie, onyankopon

GIVING THEM A BLOWJOB

every position is good with their partner, but absolutely nothing beats you on your knees between their legs, their cock in your mouth. a hand in your hair, on your cheek or the back of your neck, they love to watch you take care of them, especially after a particularly long and otherwise bad day. whether it’s simply between their legs as they sit, or as they lie down before bed — or under a desk when there are other people around, nothing will ever top the feeling of your mouth running itself up their dick, or how warm and wet it feels as you take them.

— ERWIN, bertolt

REVERSE COWGIRL

“comfy, darlin?” with their hands on your hips, they love to help you sink down onto them, using your hips as handles to bring you up and down at whatever pace they fancy. they just love the sight of your face turning back to him with a pleasured look, the muscles in your back tensing whenever he hits that perfect spot up your pussy. seeing you looking like this makes him feel so proud — you’re taking him like its no problem, your ass bouncing on his stomach, toes curling as you set your hands on his legs for balance. he’ll let you take control until you tire, and then the fun can really begin

— reiner, kenny (help)

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spaceagebachelormann · 3 months

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zigmar i come to you humbly on this fine evening with the simple request that you give me some sort of might duck sustenance por favor and muchas gracias

they can be incoherent and stupid and goofy and silly to the max i just need to rotate this little kids like rotisserie chickens in my mind (esp fulton portman and julie)

random miscellaneous tmd thoughts !

✧ warnings: some of them may be ooc ngl

✧ additional info: u got it pookums 😈😈😈🙏 also these can be read as either platonic or romantic (not luis)

✧ m.list — nav.

♡ charlie conway !

the most insane taste in music literally ever

bro goes from madonna to death metal SO FAST

but ngl his playlist is always the best and he always gets to play music whenever u go anywhere

but oh my god he’d love pierce the veil in present day

HES ALSO LIKE SOMEHOW AMAZING AT MATH. but he cannot do science for literal shit

also his clothing style changes js like his music taste

will literally be kurt cobain one day and morrissey the next (hed hate morrissey though)

♡ adam banks !

every team sleepover/event/literally anything could js be a spontaneous hangout is always at his house

it’s because he’s rich and his house is huge as fuck and he has every board game known to man

just do not play uno because a fight always breaks out (charlie is always part of it)

he’s always the one who ends the fight also

he has this very calming presence that’s so nice to be around and him js talking to whoever got into a fight immediately helps calm them down

also weirdly good at comforting in the middle of the night but never during the day??

♡ lester averman !

he would watch full house religiously prove me wrong

his favourite character is obviously joey because they are one in the same

everyone on the team and their mother has been forced to watch full house while he’s been at their house/vice versa

he can also cook like. decently well !! it’s not something he’d prefer to do but he will for his friends if they’re tired or smth

♡ fulton reed !

this little shit

he is so unbelievably competitive over the smallest things it’s actually insane

typa guy to race u to see who can get to one side of the room first and start genuinely tweaking if he doesn’t win

at sleepovers he refuses to fall asleep first even if it’s just by a few minutes

he could be dead to the world but still have his eyes open cause he refuses to let u win (unless ur his s/o cause he might consider it that way)

♡ connie moreau !

she is definitely a theatre kid idc

her favourite musicals are probably grease, hairspray and heathers

she likes female main characters!!

everytime she gets into a new fandom she immediately starts thinking abt what it’d be like a musical and probably wanted to be a composer at some point

would 100% beg to use the aux on a road trip and then blast hamilton loud as balls

she wholeheartedly believes six is a top tier musical and she will DIE on this hill

(fun fact i’ve met andrea macasaet <3)

♡ guy germaine !

modern day guy would’ve loved basic white girl music

“life is too short to pretend to hate taylor swift” —him

also 100% a britney spears girlie. and nsync and every stereotypical white girl artist

but i wholeheartedly believe britney would be his favourite and he has her whole discography on cassette, cd, vinyl, u name it he has a britney spears collection

also his ass is NOT straight 💀 i’ve never met a straight man who listens to britney spears

♡ julie gaffney !

lowkey a regina george multitude if she wasn’t kinda. yk. a bad person

she’s a mix of cher and regina

everyone at the fancy ass boarding school literally loves her because she’s calm, smart pretty nice etc etc she’s just a really great person to be around

shes that one student who has every assignment finisher a week early, all a’s and 100% in every subject WITHOUT being mean abt it!!

her ass is friends with the whole student population and knows every well and knows all the drama but won’t tell everyone if she thinks it’s too personal (it’s it’s random petty nonsense she tells the team)

♡ ken wu !

secretly rlly good friends with julie but nobody knows even though they do not try to hide it at all

literally wander the halls talking abt whatever just for everyone to be like “y’all are friends???”

also this man secretly loves lana del rey

him and julie will sit on his bedroom floor and literally tell him the most insane and jaw dropping gossip she heard that day while lana is playing in the background

everytime someone asks his favourite lana song he says grandfather please stand on the shoulders of my father while he’s deep-sea fishing on did you know that there’s a tunnel under ocean blvd to fuck with them

♡ dean portman !

is actually very very good at math!!

he was a tutor for the 9th/10th graders for a bit to get volunteer hours and also cause he just likes doing math

you’d expect it to be like doing homework with ur dad and the poor kid is in tears while deans like “WHATS NINE. TIMES TWO.” but he’s actually surprisingly patient

if he’s explained something a few times and they still don’t get it he’ll just try it a different way until they get it and work them through the problem

has rlly strong relationships with the 9th and 10th graders cause of this and is essentially their older brother figure

the amount of 14/15 year olds that he’s given relationship advice too is insane (id be one of the 14 year olds probably)

♡ luis mendoza !

his type is secretly quiet girls cause he finds them rlly interesting and likes the thought of them being happy around him but quiet around everyone else

he’s like yes girl be urself with me

it all stemmed from the girl he liked in 8th grade who helped pick up his pencils when she accidentally knocked his pencil case out of his hand (she was a quiet nerdy girl)

like a whole year later and he’s still trying to rizz her up 💀

he’s one of those guys who takes forever to lose feelings

the girl is actually good friends with him btw

♡ dwayne robertson !

i feel like he is fucking AMAZING at baking

his icon is dolly parton and he heard berry pie so he immediately learned how to bake

if someone he knows has a birthday he either bakes the birthday cake or brings them something he made depending on how close he is with them

and holy shit it’s the most amazing thing u will ever taste and nothing will ever compare

yes he’s one of those guys who will go on an 18 minute tangent on how amazing dolly parton is if someone talks shit about her (same i love dolly)

#mars writing 🧈#lee 🐴#mars silly little mutuals <3 #the mighty ducks #tmd #the mighty ducks x reader #tmd x reader #charlie conway #adam banks #lester averman #fulton reed #connie moreau #guy germaine #julie gaffney #ken wu #kenny wu #dean portman #luis mendoza #dwayne robertson

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mrsjavierpena · 4 months

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All the roads lead to a jar of pickles | Pickled Peña

summary: Javier keeps finding promises to make every New Year's Eve

pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

warnings: fluff, alusions to smut, mentions of narcos, no use of y/n, just javi being so in love and receiving the love he deserves

word count: 4k (yeah i got carried away

IMPORTANT: English is not my first language, i've done my best with grammar but there will be mistakes (fuck prepositions i hate them), so pls overlook those

an: this is a one shot to the @pickled-pena writing challenge! i was super excited to write this and it was indeed a challenge since tumblr decided to delete what i wrote twice, but i loved to participate. also, i procrastinated and literally wrote this right before posting to no lose tbe deadline (not proud, but i made it

hope you enjoy it!

Javier didn't use to be a man to make many promises. He made a few during the years, promises like quit smoaking, clearing Colombia from cocaine, to take care of himself for his mother on her deathbed; he didn't keep any of them. It wasn't like he didn't try, though, Javier was a man of word, things just went out of his control: he did arrest Los Pepes, but the traffic of coke was at full stem ahead even without them, consuming the country, ruining and taking lives of innocent people; it was logical to imagine that taking care of himself was more under his control, but honestly, Javier didn't even know how to do that anymore, his life going south for so long it felt like changing wasn't a possibility.

He still had his father, and living with him back in the ranch again definitely had Javier in the most healthy state of his life that time. His return to Laredo caused quite the commotion, him abandoning Lorraine in the alter was never forgotten, but being part of the chasing of Escobar got him in Laredo's good grace again, he was a hero after all. He hated all of it: the praises and congratulations he didn't deserve, the back pattings and hugs that invaded his personal space, the audacity the people had to 'forgive' him, as if they were people whose opinion he valued.

It's not like he wasn't used to it, he was born and raised there and small towns had small towns' issues, but that didn't mean it didn't piss him off still. His big, nosy family was a part of it, all over his head asking "what was his plan now that he was back home", about "getting a girlfriend to become a wife and finally have kids", because "he wasn't getting any younger" and "was the only single cousin". It was like all his concerns were thrown in his face. He loved them, they were all he had left, but god, didn't they make him feel like shit. Because he had accomplished nothing in forty years, and it was clear that every person around him could notice that too.

The coming of a new year was another reminder of that. During his years in Colombia, he didn't do much other than a dinner with Steve and Connie, neither of them was in the mood of anything fancy at that time, and when they left the country, he simply worked or, in the best scenario, slept. In Laredo, though, his family wouldn't miss an opportunity to throw a party.

"What are your resolutions for the next year, Javi?" his cousin asked.

They both were in the kitchen, the task to cut pickles in very thin, even slices given to them by one of their aunts. Javi stopped his work with the knife to not lose a finger as he side eyed his cousin.

"Don't look at me like that!" she laughed "I'm asking you a question"

"What do you mean?"

"Resolutions, Javi" she rolled her eyes "Like your wishes for the next year"

"You mean, like, manifesting? Are you into that shit?" he couldn't hide the frown on his face.

"No, Javier, not manifesting, even though there's nothing wrong with that" she gave him an irritated look "You write down what you would like to change in yourself, to be a better person next year"

"Is that your way to say that I'm an asshole, prima?" he narrowed his eyes at her and she laughed loudly.

"Well, not just that" she shrugged "I like to do that every year, helps me to keep focused in what I want. And I see the look in your eyes, Javi" she wore a sympathetic smile as her hands caressed his "You have dreams you want to chase, why not start by that?"

A loud scream made them both jump in their places, a tiny human coming through the kitchen threshold with his hands thrown up in the air.

"Mijo" she laughed at the child's prank and the boy giggled.

His cousin had been married for almost ten years by then, a little boy and one girl on the way. Her being younger than him and having accomplished his dreams made a claw made of jelousy wrap its nails around his throat.

Javier wanted a wife, he wanted to marry someone he loved, he wanted to build a family of his own, he just was focused on the wrong things at the wrong time.

So he decided to start with something that should be simple, only one promise to himself: to meet someone in the coming year.

It should have, didn't mean it was, though. It was scary, he found out, to get to know someone after so long, especially at a small town where he knew almost everyone. Javier never had problems to get laid, but most of the woman he hooked up with didn't really seem interested in more than that, after a while it started to feel like a him problem. That being said, Javier didn't know how to start, so the next time another cousin of his said that he would really get along with a co-worker he had, he finally accepted.

The date was... awkward, to say the least. They went to the most popular restaurant in Laredo, every person there looking at him the whole evening; she didn't seem to mind the attention, but Javier did. He tried to make conversation, to ask about her interests, to compliment her, but he was as rusty as a cheap aluminum pot left in the rain for months, years, in his case. She would ask a lot about him, too, but not his hobbies or what he liked to hear on the radio, she would ask about Escobar, how was it like to catch bad guys, if he still had his gun. Javier tried to change the subject, but she would insist on talking about Colombia. She was curious, it was normal, he was used to it, but what a damn turn off it was. Javier felt like being in an interview, the atmosphere heavier and heavier as the questions were getting more and more personal, and by the first hour of the date, he was wishing he was at home.

Javier had this happening before, during his time chasing Los Pepes, the media would be all over him asking all sorts of questions, work related or not, and he hated it. If she wasn't an acquaintance of his cousin, he would even consider her being a fucking journalist, because it was not normal to act like that with someone you had just met.

So after that, Javier was pretty dismotivated to continue his chasing, but his family had already found out he was giving love a chance and wouldn't leave him alone. Apparently, there were many "young women" interested in Javier, according to his aunts. Javier wasn't really comfortable being putten in that position again, but decided to give it a try - few tries, actually. Blide dates were exhaustive and the most of them very unpleasant. In a blink of eyes, it was New Year's Eve again and Javier was still not in a relationship, another failed promise in his mind.

"Well, your plan was to meet someone, and technically you met, like, twenty new women. I would call it a success" Javier rolled his eyes at his cousin's attempt to cheer him up.

"There must be something very wrong with me" he sighed and she pouted.

"Don't say that, Javi! All of them wanted to go on a date with you, you were the one to reject them"

"I know, but- I don't know" he scratched his chin "They all looked at me as if I saved the world, and it's not like that, you know it's not"

She moved the newborn to her other side and sitted closer to him in the couch settled outside the house where they had been chatting for the last hour. Javier looked at the baby in her arms and felt his throat tighten.

"You think so little of yourself, Javi" all her attention was on him, but his eyes didn't meet hers "I know you didn't "save the world", but you tried to make a difference and gave your best to do so, you can't reject a girl just because she admires you"

Javier had done things terrible enough for the good ones to be irrelevants, had let shit happen when he should have tried to stop them, and he had told her that, not in details, but she was the only person beside him and Steve to know, and still thought he was a good person. And yeah, maybe he wasn't so bad after all, but he imagined letting one of those women inside, their eyes shining with pride, letting himself love her, feeling safe enough to tell her about everything and her never seeing him the same way, giving up on him because of his baggage, he knew he would if he could, so how could he put such a burden upon someone's shoulders? Who would want that?

"But I understand, I think" she spoke again, her free hand patting his shoulder "It must feel strange having someone knowing so much about you and you knowing nothing about them. Maybe you shouldn't go on these shitty arranged dates and find someone on your on"

"Yeah, I think you're right" he took her hand in his and gave her knuckes a light peck "Thank you"

"Mijo" Chucho's head appeared on the frame of the door "Would you do me a favor?"

"Of course, Pops" he stood up.

"Your aunts forg-" he was interrupted by shoutings coming from the kitchen:

"You stand there and accuse me, but where were you at the time?" was the voice of one of his aunts "Strolling through the corridors looking for fruitcakes when it's not even the season anymore!"

"You leave my fruitcakes alone!" another aunt shouted back "I don't hear you complaining when you're eating them!"

Javier looked at his father with his brows raised in curiosity, and the old man sighed "Your aunts forgot the jar of pickles, would you mind driving to the tienda?"

"No, I don't"

Most of the commerces were already closed at that time of the evening, but the tienda was the one place everyone in Laredo could count to be open at any time. The owners greeted him when he passed through the door, trying to small talk, and he turned them down the nicer way he could, wishing them a happy new year and going straight to the aisle he was supposed to. He heard the sound of broken glass followed by cursings coming from further in the store and found you staring miseraly at a burst jar of pickles on the floor, the vinegar smell all over the air and a basket full of groceries supported on your hip.

"You okay?" you looked up at him and he felt the the wind knocked out of him; you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

"I am, yeah, that isn't" you pointed to the jar and he smiled.

Probably imagining what had happened by the noise, a man quickly showed up with a broom and a cloth to clear it up. You apologized profusely, saying that you could clean it up yourself while the man said it was no problem.

Javier looked at you one more time and left to get what he went there for. He had never seen you in the city before, and it wasn't like he was out of the ranch often - he tried very much not to -, but you should've been new there; the conversation with his cousin still fresh in his head. When he got to the dill pickles aisle, he shouldn't be surprised that you appeared in the other end of it, you had just dropped your jar after all.

"Hi again" you smiled as you walked towards him and he smiled back.

He felt something very similar to shyness creeping in his stomach "Hi"

"Just getting another one of this since mine decided this life just wasn't for him" you raised your hand and said your name.

"Javier" the handshake lingered a little longer than one normally would, your skin soft against his.

He saw the way you looked at him with interest, he should've asked you out. He should've, you were pretty, were his type and, if new in town, probably knew nothing about him. He should've, but he didn't. Thinking once then twice if he could've been reading it wrong, if you were just being nice and in the possibility to make you uncomfortable asking you out after exchanging two sentences in an aisl store. So he just took a jar, said goodbye, and left.

But something inside of him told him that you, with your bright smile and little jokes, could be the one. So he promised to himself to ask you out the next time he saw you.

And he did. After that day, he would go to the city every chance he had. He told his father he would start doing the groceries so he could rest. Chucho didn't buy that, but did nothing about it, he knew his son, so he knew better than to ask, when he wanted to talk to him, he would. It took a couple of months for him to see you again, in the most unexpected place he could think of. He had taken his father to an appointment in Houston, strolling around to pass the time when he saw you inside a café. His eyes widened and he was quick to move out of your sight before you saw him.

He was anxious, but he had been waiting for an opportunity for months and couldn't let it slide away again. Javier took a deep breath and entered the shop, a bell upon his head announcing his entrance. He pretended not to see you, going straight to the counter to ask for a coffee; he didn't want you thinking he was a stalker or something. While waiting for his drink, Javier would take glances in your direction, you sitted three tables away from him, an open book and a mug on the table before you. With his coffee in hands, he looked around and locked eyes with you, who smiled and waved at him. Even though there were plenty of unoccupied tables, Javier took confident steps towards yours.

"Mind if I join?" the smile you gave him made his skin prickle.

"Not at all" you marked a page in the book and closed it as he took a seat in the chair in front of you.

"I haven't seen you in a while" was his subtle attempt to start a conversation.

"Were you looking for me?" you rested your forearms on the table and lightly leaned in his direction.

Javier smirked, was that you flirting, or was he really that rusty? "I was, yeah"

"Good to know" you smiled again "I travel a lot for work, haven't really been in Laredo"

Before he could ask what you did for work, you asked what he was doing in Houston, so he told you about his father's semester appointment that was only available there, and that made you ask about Chucho's health, and then about the trip, since it was a very long one, but he told you he liked driving and used to do that with his parents a lot, which lead to talking about families, you said you weren't really close to yours, the conversation flowing with neither of you seeing the time pass. It was you the one to bring him back to reality, asking which time he was supposed to get Chucho in the hospital and making him realise that he was already late.

"Javier" you said as he quickly stood up to leave "I don't know if I'm reading this wrong, I really hope I'm not and I'm sorry if I am but-"

"Would you like to go out with me sometime?" the words left his mouth before without hesitation.

Your brows raised in surprised, but your smile could have brightened a whole galaxy "God, yes"

He called you the next day, not wanting to wait a minute longer than what he thought wasn't giving desperation. You set the date for the next week, when you would already be back in Laredo. He went to pick you up and got once more mesmerized by the sight of you; you laughed and affectionately squeezed his arm when he told you that. Javier took you to his favorite restaurant in the city, a cozy little place with delicious food his parents used to take him when his mother was still alive. The two of you talked the whole night: he found out that you were a photographer, had moved to Laredo a few months ago planning on settling down "I'm getting too old for all that traveling, and the house's prices are good" was what you told him. Your favorite food was mexican, you weirdly liked the smell of gasoline and wet soil, loved listening to music, still had your grandparents in your hometown so you visited often, wanted to have a dog but couldn't with your schedule, always dreamt of being a mother. You asked so much about him, too. Not the type of questions he was used to being asked, you tried to know him by asking about his childhood, more details about his parents because they seemed to have had such a beautiful love, if he had traveled out of Laredo before, which got him telling you he was a former DEA agent in Colombia, and he saw the curiosity in your eyes, he waited for the questions about that to come, but instead you just said you've had always wanted to visit South America. Years later, when he mentioned tour first date, you would tell him that you knew what was happening in Colombia at that time and that you knew better than to ask what could be invasive questions.

When you couldn't stay in the restaurant anymore because they had to close, Javier still didn't want the night to end, but drove you to your house still. As he took you to your door and wished you a goodnight, ready to leave, you held his upper arm and gave him a light peck on the lips. As if something snapped inside of him, Javier didn't give you the time to even open your eyes before his mouth were against yours again, tongues dancing together as if they already knew one another and had done this before, hands passing through each others bodies. When you asked him to go inside, he hesitated.

"I don't want you to think that's all I want" he vocalized his concerns.

"I don't" you took his face in your hands, brushed your lips on his and smiled "You're a catch, Javier Peña, I'm keeping you to myself"

Javier took his time with you, kissing every inch of your body, having you giggling and moaning and writhing under his touch. Unhurriedly making you his between wet kisses and moans and screams of his name. He would've stayed connected to your body for the rest of his life if he could've, but your agenda was booked for the rest of the year and all he could have was a couple of weeknds a month and long night's phone calls. But Javier took all you gave him without complaints, even though he missed you so much his chest tighted. He missed your smile, your laughter, your body next to his, your fingers through his hair, your kisses to wake him up in the morning, the way his name souded on your lips when he was inside of you, the weight of your head resting on his chest, the way your right leg would twine between his when you slept. The man was head over heels for you and knew you felt the same, all those nights the both of you cried on the phone, sick of being away from each other proved it.

But the both of you survived that tough time like champions, by then, the end of the year was near, and you went to get your grandparents at your hometown to spend the New Year's Eve with Javier's family, the people who raised you obviously being two of the best people he had ever met. His aunts were in love with you, the kids wouldn't leave you alone and his favorite cousin was so thrilled to finally meet you that she dramatically almost passed out. Everyone spent the night laughing and eating and talking, and watching from afar, he couldn't believe how well you fitted on his family, but he hadn't doubted for a second that everyone would love you, how could someone not to? So when he told you he loved you for the first time that night and you said it back without hesitation, Javier promised to be the best version of himself to get you to wear his mother's ring on your finger by the end of the next year.

Not everything was perfect, nothing ever is. You had some fights, you disagreed in a few things, but something you stablished the first time Javier gave in to old habits and tried to run away from the issue was that you wouldn't sleep without talking about it; no hitting doors, no leaving, no fucking the anger out, you talked and made the effort to change what was bothering. Javier had been in only one serious relationship before, with Lorraine, and damn what a difference it was. He couldn't blame neither of them, they were young and didn't know what they wanted; you, on the other hand, knew exactly what you wanted and it still shocked him that it was him. You wanted him, all flaws and errors and baggage included, you didn't let him shut you down when things got tough, and with time he learned to trust you, to count on you, to talk about his feelings, his walls slowly tumbling down. The day he told you everything about Colombia was the hardest he had ever been putten through, years of fighting drug dealers and putting his life at risk, and he had never been more frightened. Tears were shared, you didn't react very well to a few things, but you never dropped his hand, never interrupted, never distanced yourself, even thanked him for trusting you, and at the end he felt as light as a feather. You convinced him to go to therapy, emphasizing that he had to treat the psychological consequences of the terror he confronted back in Colombia.

After that, it seemed like you had reached a goal at your relationship, you spending more time at the ranch than at your own house, a great routine already settled, and you made it very clear you were ready to be asked in marriage when you said those exact words to him. Little did you know he was already planning on it, and one day, after photographing a wedding at a neighbor city, Javier welcomed you in the ranch with candles everywhere, a knee on the floor, tears on his eyes, his mothers ring in a velvet red box and the most heartwarming speech one could ever ask for. The wedding was quick to happen, neither of you wanted a big party, just your families and friends gathered in the ranch with the ceremony realized by a very emotional Chucho. Didn't take you long to get pregnant either, your life settled with you being called to take every photo in Laredo and Javier accepting a job at the Sheriff's Office; the both of you had decided to live with Chucho once he had injured his leg during work, him more than thrilled to have a grandbaby under his roof. Javi fell in love with you a little more every day that passed, more and more mesmerized by you and your growing belly. At the end of that year, he promised to be a father as good as the one he had.

And what a good father he was indeed. He dedicated his life to his family, providing all the love and dedication he had in him, gladly waking up during the nights to comfort his kids; yes, you both got tired as hell, made mistakes, got stressed sometimes, but you got the life of your dreams and the both of you had so much love to give that it didn't matter how hard things could get, you wanted it, all of it. With his one-year-old boy sleeping in his arms as you talked to your grandma on the other side of the room, your ring hand carressing your beautiful round belly that carried your next baby, he saw as his babygirl crossed the room shouting with her hands thrown up in the air to scare you, clearly influenced by her cousin, and you playfully shouted back. The dogs started barking and jumping at the commotion, the three-year-old giggling as you kissed her cheek.

Javier felt like his heart could explode inside of his chest, certain that there was no man alive happier than him, he thought about how lucky he was he went to get those pickles all those years ago. The journy the both of you had wasn't quite easy, the challenges you had to face, the expensive phone bills he got when you were apart, the fears he had to overcome, even those years in Colombia, he would have done it all again and again and again if it meant to be where he was at that very moment, to wake up everyday by your side, to always have you in the passanger seat to rest his hand on your thigh, to have the kids laughing and running around the house, to experiencing the type of love his parents had.

At that New Year's Eve, Javier kept the same promise he had been keeping the last years: to give his all to the family of his own.

"Javi, baby" you called him, your smile as wide as always "I'm craving pickles"

#javier pena #javi pena #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal smut #zaddy pedro #narcos fanfiction #pedrohub #pickled pena #writing challenge #javier pena narcos #javier pena x you #javier pena x reader #pickles rule #pickletrickle

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mommypieck · 1 year

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Hii!! I was wondering if you could write what you think each of the AOT boys would smell like, or what kind of scent they would wear (Jean, Connie, Eren, Armin, Floch) or whatever boys you want to do- it’s up to u 😘🫶

eren

he wears random cheap deodorants so he smells like every guy his age. although he isn't afraid to invest in more expensive cologne when going somewhere fancy. that means 100+ dollar ones. his natural smell isn't bad at all and he smells pretty manly (if u know what i mean). he's the type of guy to smell good even after workout or gym class. i bet you could smell weed and cigarettes on his clothes when you hug but he makes sure to mask any unpleasant smell.

armin

i honestly don't think he would wear any colognes or deodorants with strong smell. he probably used a salt deodorant that does the job but doesn't smell. and when he needs cologne, he just asks his friends. he always smells after something he does. so when he bakes cookies - he smells like cookies and when he drinks coffee - he smells like coffee (he quickly realizes that he has to chew some gum after drinking coffee). also i feel like he would love levander and put those little herb pillows under his pillow.

jean

he's pretty similar to eren but he had longer smell journey. at first he would only wear old spice but he realized that colognes are better. he likes the ones that aren't too expensive but smell very expensive. he doesn't like when his deodorants smell too much so he rather goes for calm smells like cinnamon or vanilla. also smokes cigarettes but absolutely can't stand cigarette smell so he always has dilemma whether he should smoke because he'll have to wash them right after.

connie

let's get one thing straight, he wears the best smelling colognes out of everyone. he doesn't like to spend much money, but he's ready to invest in more expensive colognes any time. sometimes he sprays too much tho that you can smell him from the other room... the only good thing is that the cologne smells good. although a bad thing is that he smokes shit ton of weed and alike jean he never washes his clothes... and that's the main reason why he sprays too much.

floch

he wears the most basic deodorants and doesn't really like colognes. he believes that smelling good is the most important part and doesn't get why he should wear different smells for different occasions. but he always smells good so i guess it works. he hates when his breath smells bad and he always has gum on him, but only chews fruit flavored ones. that's why his breath smells like cotton candy all the time. his natural smell is pretty sweet too so it fits.

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Bess coming to Connie distressed and in tears sometime after she and Wolf have been official. Apparently it was the anniversary of the day Wolf realized he was in love with her, and he decided to mark the day and share thid information by gifting Bess a VERY lovely and somewhat expensive hair comb she'd been eyeing in a shop window for some time.

This is the first time Wolf has spent this much money on her for one, small gift, and it triggers Bess' fear that her mother is right and that, subconsciously, she's just with Wolf for his money. That deep down, she's a gold digger and a horrible person.

"I never told him to get it for me! I never even asked if he would! All I said was I liked the comb, and it was something I would get if I had the money for it. But... but what if I was being manipulative without thinking about it? What if I said it in a way or said something that made Wolf think he HAD to get it for me? What if I made some implication somehow that I'd leave if he didn't spend money on me? What if I really just am with him for his money, deep down?"

AWW BESS.

Connie, of course, goes in for the hug first, and helping wipe those tears.

"Oh, Bess, honey...this is good news! He pays attention, and got you a beautiful gift!"

Then her genuine concerns come out, and Connie is quick to try to help. "Sweetheart...I was married to a manipulator for almost 20 years. Nobody is manipulative on accident.

"Also, may I remind you, when we were first talking about you fancying Wolf, you never ONCE mentioned his money. His intellect, his business sense, yes, but never his money. You always expressed concerns about you being good enough for him, not the other way around. You always talk about him, not his money, or how much you want it...because that's not how you see him. You see him as a man and companion, not a blank check. Right? I think you do. If you were only chasing him for money...well, you've been pulling a very intense, multi-year plan to get there. And all on accident."

A soft giggle and forehead kiss. "Sorry. You're a beautiful woman who is in love with a handsome man. You're no manipulative money-chaser, and trust me, I've met many."

#strawberry sunrise #scroogeverse

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kusaka6e · 2 years

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BOYS IN THE BAND

(aot ver) | mha ver | fairy tail ver

band!au

various aot x fem!reader

headcannons about aot men as hot band member boyfriends <3

sfw

includes: eren, armin, jean, connie

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eren, the lead singer ;

we all know this mf had to be front and center LMFAOO

i think he also knows how to play piano but he doesn’t do it often, so whenever he posts a video of him doing it fans lose their SHIT

he loves playing for you, will def learn your favorite songs to surprise you with them

brought you out on stage to sing you something he wrote when he asked you to be his gf

seeing you front row at shows will make him put on one of the best concerts of his life

he is so mean to anyone hating on you LMAOO ‘if you can’t respect my girl than you’re obviously not a real fan asshole, delete all our music from your library’

loves when you come to shows but also understands that you have work and stuff to tend to; he sends you so many pics and videos during soundchecks to talk to you and feel like you’re actually there :(

if you surprise him at a show he’d probably cry his eyes out and make you swear to never speak of it “i just had sweat in my eyes from performing, i wasn’t crying!”

definitely wears your name around his neck at all times

corny mf definitely kisses you through the phone when he’s far away, like okay soulja boy

gets exclusive/one of one merch made for you all the time

connie, the drummer

there could not be a more fitting person to play the drums

is SO proud to have you, literally everyone knows you’re his like it or not

honestly probably has to your name or initial tattooed somewhere if you’re down with that

constantly posting you on all his socials, especially when he’s doing shows far away

definitely brings you to rehearsal and band meetings to sit on his lap while he plays

(not) jokingly refers to you as his wife all the time

like if the boys wanna go out to a club or something after a show he’s all “nah i don’t think the wife would like that, you guys go on ahead” and it’s not even that you’re insecure, he just wants to stay in and nap with you LMFAOOO

definitely has said “quit your job and come on tour with us, i’ll take care of everything else” and he’s not kidding

he just wants to have you around as often as he can :( he means it when he says everything is better with you present for it

would literally rather die than be away on your birthday/anniversary

he will look their manager in the face and say “well i guess you’ll have to find a new drummer for that show” LMAOOO like sir this is your career ???

he absolutely bought a build-a-bear with some goofy ass voice message in it for you and put it in one of the bands’ t-shirts, he now refers to the bear as you two’s child

jean, the guitarist ;

he soft-launched you two’s relationship and it caused HAVOC after

i don’t think jean hides the fact that he’s very much a hopeless romantic, so him constantly turning down advances from fans and people in general was odd

until

he posted a picture of you two holding hands across the table at a fancy restaurant, the promise ring he’d given you that night glinting against the flash of the picture being taken, probably captioned something simple like “my love <3”

he tries to protect you from the negatives that come from his lifestyle and sometimes that means supporting him from afar :(

don’t get it twisted, he loves when you come to shows but the idea of a fan or someone attacking you literally keeps him up at night sometimes, he’d never forgive himself if that happened

when you do come to shows in person he makes sure they have extra security everywhere that night, and he insists that you’re backstage to a.) have the best view of the show and b.) have you in the safest place possible

writes you love letters and sends them with little souvenirs/care packages all the time

loves sending you obnoxiously large flower arrangements

he’ll facetime you when he gets the notification that they got delivered so he can see your reaction in real time :((

everytime he gets a new guitar he has you write your name on it before he ever uses it, he swears it’s for good luck

armin, the bassist ;

okay listen here me out on this one

imagine the whole crowd losing their shit over eren or jean stealing the show and showing off, and armin just steadily playing the bassline, looking up and finding you in the crowd to wink at you

i just- something about him playing the bass sits so right with me

kinda likes being able to throw most of the fans’ attention to the other band members, doesn’t always do so well with people

all the fans know you’re dating him and absolutely love you two together

the boys get SO protective if someone has anything negative to say, eren and connie have already snapped on them before armin has even looked their way

you two are definitely the band’s parents

like if the boys are getting rowdy armin can literally say “if you guys don’t stop i’m gonna tell (y/n)” and suddenly they’re perfect angels LMFAOO

he 100% cried when you got a little bass guitar tattooed

even though you guys obviously call/text when he’s away, i think he likes to send you postcards from some of the cities they’re touring to with cute little lovenotes on them

i think he gets so wrapped up in trying to make sure everyone else is prepared for shows (and keeping eren’s wild ass out of trouble LMFAO) that he needs reminders to take care of himself too :( the boys love when you travel with them because they finally get to see armin loosen up and relax because you’re there

#aot #aot headcanons #band au #aot band au #eren headcanons #armin headcanons #jean headcanons #connie headcanons #eren x reader #jean x reader #connie x reader #armin x reader

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gingerbreadmonsters · 1 year

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stupid cupid

or: stop picking on me!

gn!reader, no content warnings, fun dumb fluff for the soul. sam collins, you’re a real mean guy! takes place inside the wonderful lexi’s prissy au, where alexis and christian are together - @autisticempathydaemon i hope i do your blorbos justice! as always, i owe everything to the discord girlies - i get the sudden feeling that @zozo-01 might want to hear about this... oh, and all my love to my lovely dialect coach, the incomparable @sri-rachaa - without whom, you would all be subject to the most unholy combination of accents imaginable. be very very grateful! 💕💕 heavily inspired by stupid cupid by connie francis, which i demand you listen to while you read. spot the 五二零 reference! sam being absolutely, thoroughly to blame in just over 2200 words.

“Well. Fancy seeing you here, hmm?”

Sam Collins is an idiot.

Yeah, you’re not afraid to say it.

Sam Collins is an idiot, and you’ll tell anyone who listens, swear up and down it’s the honest truth. A bleeding-heart birdbrain who couldn’t find his way out of a paper bag. An empty-headed vamp with a talent for healing and an even bigger talent for sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. Nobody else alive can put their foot in their mouth quite so quickly or obviously, and - despite Asher’s continued existence - he actually holds the state record for most dumb things said in a single minute. He’s a moron and a fool and the stupidest goddamn loser you’ve ever met in your life, and the worst part about it is that you’re absolutely, ridiculously, so so so in love with him.

It’s not fair!

What even is there to like about him? His stupid face and his awful smile and that horrible way he says there’s my darlin’, all relieved and deep and easy, when you come traipsing back through his door like a drowned rat because you hadn’t checked the forecast and it had started raining about twenty minutes after you left. His old-fashioned, ugly haircut that’s the perfect length to run your fingers through, all messy and falling across his face when he’s asleep in your arms, unfairly soft and pretty even though he barely takes care of it at all. That god-awful scruff around his jaw that you can’t help but kiss as he fills the kettle up with water, those strong hands that gently find their way around your waist as you’re listening to Milo’s tale of whatever bullshit he and his mate got up to last week, the way he likes to prop you up against his chest whenever you’re watching TV together…

…Sorry, what were we talking about?

Oh, Sam, right. Yeah, yeah. He’s an idiot. Have you mentioned that yet?

He gets back and finds you perched on the kitchen counter, elbow deep in the bag of crisps you said you didn’t like but he knows you do, because he pays too much attention to stupid shit like that for his own good. He lets you play your music in the car way more than the 50/50 you’d agreed on, which you know is true because you’ve started counting, because he’s a lying liar who lies. He always opens doors for you and pulls out your chair at the table and brings you flowers, but never lets you do the same for him, because he’s an enemy of goodness who hates things being fair.

He’s just so - he’s - the - he - aargh!

Stupid, stupid Sam Collins. It should be illegal to be so - so like that, you know? Who even let him get like this, anyway? Kissing your hand as he says hello with that damned smile, like some dashing hero out of one of those gushy romance novels Vincent’s always carting around - you know the ones, the cringy airport-duty-free types with the big cursive letters and a stock photo of some windswept white guy plastered across the cover. Your real life white knight, stepped right off the page and into your arms like it’s where he’s meant to be.

(It sounds ridiculous when you say it out loud, but sometimes you really do have to wonder. He gives Vincent shit for reading all those cheesy romance novels, but you’re starting to think it’s Sam who takes them to heart. He does know that those aren’t instruction manuals… right?)

He’s something else, that man. Unfortunately, you can’t say you don’t like it.

At first, you’d thought he was just playing it up - trying to be courteous, trying to be nice, and accidentally laying it on just a bit too thick. It seemed like the sort of thing he’d do, from what you could tell. He’s just so good - the kind of guy that you can’t help but admire in a sort of ‘oh, he’ll make someone really happy, one day’ kind of way. Does that make sense? Charming, really charming, even if he thinks he isn’t - and thoroughly, utterly, absolutely meant for someone a lot better than you.

You don’t say it. Never have, never will. It’s obvious. Larger than life, moonlight on the silver screen. He’s always been meant for more than this, more than you, and you won’t insult his intelligence by pretending you don’t know. He could do so much better, couldn’t he? To start with, you’d thought he must be more of an idiot than he’d seemed, to want you the way he says he does.

You know a little better now, but it doesn’t stop surprising you - he doesn’t stop surprising you.

Credit where it’s due, he’s stuck around, even when you thought he wouldn’t. The truth isn’t hard to see, but he does his best to persuade you otherwise, in as many words - and sometimes not so many clothes. More often than not, you tend to believe him. He’s very convincing, when he wants to be - that or he’s just stubborn, and you never learnt the difference. Whatever it is, it sounds so nice when he says it. If that’s what his version of persuasion feels like, you’re more than happy to, uh… to be convinced, if you will.

You don’t have to say. He knows. He already knows, and he stays anyway.

“...Darlin’?”

Oh, fuck, he - um-

“Uh - yeah, I - oh - yeah, I, um…” Startled out of your daydreaming, you’re caught off-guard by that foaming, fizzing feeling that bubbles up in your chest as he catches your eye, leaning down to prop himself up on the side of the sofa right next to where you’re sitting. “I was just, you know… sitting here…”

He laughs low and easy at your smooth comeback, shifting his weight to rest on one arm so he can reach out and take your hand gently in his. “Gettin’ comfy, are we?”

“Mm-hmm,” you mumble, trying desperately not to look as flustered as you feel. Fuck, does everyone feel like this when they see their mates? Or is it just the effect Sam has on you? You’d better start cutting Milo some more slack for that dumb face he makes whenever his mate walks into the room. “Got back early from David’s.”

“He alrigh’?”

“Seems it.” It’s always a bit awkward, going over to hang out at David’s house, but it’s generally a good time when you can pluck up the courage to actually go. “Ash spent half the time giving him shit for losing at Mario Kart, and the other half was mostly David beating him into the ground at Gang Beasts, so… yeah?”

The afternoon had been pretty good, all things considered - barring one minor mishap with a deck of UNO cards, a saucepan full of rice and some god-awful rhythm action game - and it had been nice to spend some time just relaxing with the others again. Everyone’s been so busy that it’s been hard to find a day you could all do, so it was a good change of pace.

Sam nods, thumb idly stroking over the back of your hand. “Seems like the pair of ‘em are settlin’ right in with this whole engaged business, then.”

“Business as usual, more like. They’re all lovey with their mates anyway, so it’s no different.” It’s not like it’s anyone’s fault - it’s just the way the bond works, you know? Not a compulsion, it’s not forcing you close or making you want to be all soft and touchy all the time. It just… it feels nice, is all. Like it’s good, like it’s true, like it’s right. You’d like to say you’re not as PDA-heavy as the really ooey-gooey ones like Milo and his mate, but… Well. Maybe most of the time.

“Mm, ‘spose you’re right on that front,” he muses, regretfully letting go of your hand as he stands up and starts walking off towards the kitchen. “‘Sides, ain’t David the one who proposed to his mate on solstice day? Guess he’s just the romantic type.”

“I…” When you think of romantic people, David Shaw isn’t top of the list, but maybe he’s right. When it comes to all that cheesy, cutesy stuff? Angel isn’t exactly the most subtle pet name, after all. “Yeah, I guess.”

You make to get up and follow him, but he holds out a hand to stop you before you can even properly stand.

“Nope - you stay right there, darlin’,” he says, grabbing the remote off the side table and tossing it lightly into your lap as he disappears out into the corridor. “Won’t be more’n a minute.”

“Everything alright?”

“Left my phone on the counter, ‘s all,” he replies, voice echoing slightly in the hall as you turn the TV on, idly flicking through the channels. “Vincent wanted me to take a look at some website or other - last I heard, he’s been makin’ plans for some Valentine’s Day thing?”

“He’ll be disappointed, then,” you snicker, readjusting yourself slightly to make room for Sam as he comes to sit next to you on the sofa. “He has realised that Valentine’s Day was, like, two weeks ago, right?”

A long-suffering sigh - which, to be honest, is most of the clan’s reaction when Vincent starts waxing lyrical about his partner again. There’s been a meeting at William’s all evening, something about making preparations for an event at one of the properties in a few months’ time, so Vincent must have got a hold of him there.

“Well, whatever it is, he’s got all sorts of ideas floatin’ around. He normally asks Alexis about this kinda thing, but she wasn’t there tonight so he came to me.”

“Huh.” That’s unusual. Alexis is normally really on top of these sorts of things - say what you will about her, she’s always on time and she never misses anything business-related if she can help it. “Maybe she’s just feeling a bit under the weather today.”

“Vincent said she had some ‘prior arrangement’ in town she couldn’t miss.” Sam shrugs, settling in next to you as you switch over to Netflix. “Guess she must’ve been double-booked tonight.”

Hmm. Why is that familiar? Playing truant, ‘double-booked’... You haven’t heard anything about Alexis being busy tonight before, so why does ‘prior arrangement’ ring a bell?

...Wait.

Oh, so that’s why Christian left early! You’d thought he was looking unusually dressed up. Their date night is normally Wednesdays, so it hadn’t even crossed your mind, but now that you think about it you remember Chrissy bitching about being on an out-of-town job all this week and having to miss it.

Oh, fair enough then. If someone had tried to send you out on some boring security gig for a week and you couldn’t see Sam until you got back, you’d probably be pretty pissed off too.

The conversation trails off a bit as you finally find a show you want to watch, and you’re just reaching for the blanket behind you when he - oh, when - um, when, ahhh…

“This alrigh’?” Curse his vampire speed! Before you really know what’s happening, he’s got you pressed right up against him, legs draped over his lap and curled in close under his arm, blanket over both of you. Not that you need it, anymore - your face feels like lava with the way he’s looking at you, impossibly gentle and kind.

“Yeah, yeah…” The spotlight of his attention, turned fully on you, and you’re practically blinded every time. “Good, yeah, it’s uh… yeah, ‘s fine…”

“Good,” he says, smiling softly like he has no idea of the effect he has on you. “Wouldn’t want my mate gettin’ cold on my watch.”

Fuck, does he always have to say it like that? Doesn’t he know what it does to you? Mate, mate, mate. Rattling around in your head, that firecracker-fizzing in your chest that runs through you at just the thought. He’ll end up giving you a heart attack one of these days, the way he’s going. And if it means he’ll heal you, hands all over you, holding you close as his aura cracks and sparks with healing magic? Maybe it’s overkill - but you can’t say the thought isn’t very appealing.

You hide your smile against his shoulder, burying your face in his chest in a vain attempt to play it cool - unfortunately his ridiculously-affectionate little laugh as you twist your fingers in his shirt tells you that it hasn't quite worked.

“Y’know, you seem a bit distracted, if I’m bein’ honest.”

The TV is long-forgotten as he gently tips your chin up, that idiot, idiot Sam Collins - dumb silver eyes and horrible smile and stupidly-handsome face just inches away. Is it just you, or is it a bit warm in here? In the arms of an evil, awful, wicked man whose favourite thing to do is make your stupid brain stop working, who sets your face and your heart and your soul on fire without a second thought, without even knowing he’s doing it. Honestly. What’s become of you? A house and a life and a mate that’s yours, it’s yours, he’s yours.

“Penny for your thoughts, darlin’?” A soft kiss, pressed lightly to your cheek, and all of a sudden the inside of your brain lights up a familiar shade of bright, bright blue.

He - you - oh, that’s - he just - aargh!

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this is an original work by @gingerbreadmonsters - please do not repost or misattribute

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fluff #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted fic #ginger writes #gingerbreadmonsters

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eunoia-writes · 2 years

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Shitty First Dates • Conrad fisher

Warnings: n/a

Summery: y/n gets asked on her first date but starts to panic about never having her first kiss so of course her life long best friend Conrad is there to save the day

It was a typical weekend in cousins y/n was having her usual Saturday night movie marathon however this time her parents were going out for a fancy dinner leaving y/n on her own. That’s one thing she hates. Being alone. The world seemed so much louder when she was alone but then it also seemed so quite. So she called the one person she knew would never say no to keeping her company. Conrad.

The phone rang a few times before she heard the voice of Jeremiah answer “y/n, you’re not stealing my brother from us again tonight!” She couldn’t help but laugh hearing the two fisher boys arguing with Conrad telling Jere to give him his phone back and Jeremiah telling him he’s too much of a bitch to say no to y/n. When Conrad eventually got his phone back she heard him running up the stairs

“Hey Connie.” She said she could hear his smile as he said hi back. Conrad always claimed he hated the Nickname Connie but when y/n said it he couldn’t stop his cheeks from getting hot at red. He wasn’t blushing. Conrad didn’t blush. Well that’s what he told everyone.

“Do you maybe wanna come over and watch a movie? My mom and date have gone out and I hate being alone.” Y/n asked although she didn’t need to give him a reason he’d be there without a second thought.

“Of course, I’ll be there soon.” Conrad said before saying a soft goodbye and hanging up. He’d hardly noticed the smile playing on his lips as he walked downstairs until Laurel just had to make a comment.

“What’s the smile about Con? You going to see y/n?” Laurel teased as the grabbed his car keys. Conrad rolled his eyes his smile only getting bigger. He got so shy when it came to y/n. Yes they had been best friends for as long as they could remember. His mom loved to tell him stories of how Conrad would pick flowers everywhere they went for y/n or how in school they refused to sit next to anyone but each other no matter how much teachers tried to seperate the two they’d always end up back next to each other. It wasn’t until they started high school that Conrads feelings for y/n grew into something much bigger.

“No… I mean yes I am going to see y/n.” Conrad said grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge trying to hide his now crimson cheeks

“Oh Connie, when are you going to make her your girlfriend?” Susan said Conrad ignored the question

“Mom don’t call me that!”

“Why not? Y/n calls you Connie.”

“Yeah but she’s y/n.”

The truth is Conrad was terrified of admitted how he felt about y/n. He was terrified that if he told her he didn’t want her like a best friend and she turned him down it would ruin the last 17 years of friendship they had. He couldn’t do that. He wouldn’t.

“Oh Conrad.” Susana said grabbing his face he pushed her hands away before making a quick escape before anything else could be said other than his brother yelling after him that he was a ‘Simp’

When he arrived at y/n’s house practically every light was off expect the soft glow of the tv he could just about see though the curtains. Conrad let himself in with the key her mom had given him a while back as she knew how forgetful y/n was when it came to locking the door.

“Y/n.” He called out not wanting to turn the light on and ruin the atmosphere for her

“Living room.” She said back. Conrad knew her house like the back of his hand even in the pitch black “hi.” She said softly as he fell into the seat next to her

“Why are you watching a horror movie alone when you hate being alone at night enough as it it?” Conrad asked looking over at her y/n smiled

“Because I knew you were on your way and you always make me feel safe.” She said before moving to snuggled into his side pulling the blanket round the both of them. Conrad was glad she wasn’t looking at him so she couldn’t see the smile on his face

The room had been quit for about 20 minutes when y/n’s phone suddenly started ringing causing her to jump before realising it was just her phone. She grabbed the remote pausing the tv and answering the phone moving away from conrad slightly

“Hello?” She asked. She hadn’t checked the caller ID before answer the call. As usual for y/n.

“Hey y/n it’s Daniel, how are you?” Y/n had been crushing on her co worker Daniel for the last month or so and he asked her for her number on her last shift in work.

“Oh, Hi I’m good, how are you?” Conrad looked at her quizzically, and She mouthed, Daniel from work. His eyes widened, and he gestured for her to give him the phone. She waved his hand away.

“I’m great, so I was kinda wondering would you maybe like to go to the carnival with me tomorrow… as a date I mean?” He asked y/n gasped a little

“Yes! I mean yeah I’d love to.” She said trying to keep her cool and not freak out over the phone. After all this was the first date she’d been asked on. Conrad looked at her confused wanting nothing more than to know what was going on.

“Perfect it’s a date, I’ll text you.” Daniel said before they both said goodbye and hung up. Y/n started giggling to herself as she put her phone down

“What?” Conrad asked watching his friend freak out a little

“He asked me on a Date tomorrow!” She said Conrad tried to hide his disappointment at her words but when he saw the sudden look of panic on her face he was more concerned about that than anything else

“What’s wrong?” He asked as she started biting the skin around her nails. A thing she does when shes starting to panic about something conrad pulled her hand away from her mouth rubbing the back of it with his thumb to help calm her

“It’s stupid.” She mumbled

“I’m sure it’s not.” He said. She hated how well he could read her sometimes

“It’s just… this is the first date I’ve ever been on and I haven’t even had my first kiss what if I make myself look like an idiot.” She said her voice was shaky cringing at her own words

“You won’t make yourself look like an idiot I promise.”

“How do you know that?”

“I just do, hey If it makes you feel better I’ll kiss you so then you’ve had your first kiss and it’s not a big deal.” He was half joking but the other half was completely serious. It was probably the jealousy jumping out. The idea of someone other than him being her first kiss was the worst thing he’d ever heard

“You’re not funny Con.”

“Who said I was trying to be funny?”

“I don’t want things to be weird between us.” She said considering it

“It won’t be, just think of it as me doing you a favour.”

“Okay.” She whispered. Conrad was suddenly more nervous than she was. He didn’t think she’d actually agree to it. But he wasn’t going to back out now. His hand slowly came to her cheek brushing her hair behind her ear before he leaned in kissing her softly. The seconds there lips touched neither one of them wanted it to end.

All the previous nerves were suddenly out the window as conrad pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him and what started as a simple kiss turned into a full on make out. Y/n was the first to pull away panting a little

“That was one hell of a first kiss I’ll say.” He joked watching as her face turned bright red

“Shut up.” Conrad just leaned in kissing her once again neither of them having a single thought in the world that wasn’t each other right then and there.

The pair had abandon the movie they were previous watching and ended up spending the next half an hour making out on her living room couch giggling to themselves every now and then. Right as she was about to lean in again she heard the front door open and the hall light come on.

Y/n jumped off his lap and readjusted herself before pulling him up with her walking out of the living room towards the stairs “oh hi mom, we’re gonna head to bed.” She said conrad following behind her his head still in the make out session they were just having

“Okay sweetie, goodnight and Goodnight too Con.” her mom said she was slightly suspicious as they usually would both just fell asleep on the couch when they had a movie night but not suspicious enough to asked questions

“Goodnight.” They both said before practically sprinting up the stairs and into her room having to shush each other’s giggles.

Y/n dived on her bed crawling under her duvet as conrad pulled his shirt and jeans off. He always slept in her bed in just his boxer but this time y/n caught herself staring at him

“Quit staring at me.” He teased

“You wish.” She said as he got into what was always his side of the bed

“I know it’s gonna be difficult for you to resist me now but you better get some sleep you’ve got a big day tomorrow.” He half joked as she rolled her eyes snuggling into his side finding her usual place on his chest. Y/n ignored his dumb remark feeling her eyes grow heavier by the second

“You smell like strawberries.” She mumbled Conrad smiled to himself

“Had to use Jeres body wash, mine ran out.” He told her but she was already fast asleep.

Y/n had made the mistake of telling Conrad what time her date was so 20 minutes before when he came through her bedroom door flopping on her bed she wasn’t too surprised.

“Don’t go.” He said wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her close to him y/n rolled her eyes pushing him off of her and standing up patting down her dress

“Why wouldn’t I go?” She asked applying another layer of lipgloss in her mirror. Conrad sighed he wanted to say that she should tell this boy to suck it and stay with him but instead she decided to go down the protective best friend route instead

“Because Jere was saying that this Daniel guy has hooked with the whole of cousin.”

“So has Jere.”

“Ugh why do you have to be so difficult.” Conrad pulled her back over to him pouting slightly

“I’ll call you after and let you know how it was.” She said with a smile but conrad only pouted more

“Are you really gonna leave me on my own all night?” And almost on que they heard a car horn outside

“Wow he’s not even gonna come to the door.” Conrad said as she shot him a look grabbing her phone and bag before making her way downstairs conrad following behind her.

“Wish me luck.”

“You don’t need luck you’re you.” He told her pulling her into a hug making sure Daniel could see though the open door “home by 10.”

“Shut up.” Y/n ran over to Daniels car watching as Conrad got in his own. She knew he wouldn’t drive off until they left which only made her hurry into Daniels car.

“Hi.” She said with a smile but he completely ignored it

“Who was that?” He asked pulling out of her driveway. Y/n felt her stomach drop she could already tell his was not how she wanted her first date to go.

“Connie? Oh he’s my best friend we’ve been friends our whole lives.” She said smiling at the thought of him

“You’re best friend is a guy?”

“Yeah!”

“Weird.” Oh how she wished she’d listened to Conrad and stayed home with him.

It had been less than an hour since Conrad had left y/n’s when his phone started ringing and when he saw it was her he felt sick. “Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He asked he was in the middle of a card game with his mom and Laurel who were now trying to figure out who he was speaking to

“No, can you come get me Connie, I need you.” he could hear her tears through the phone which shattered his heart

“Of course I’ll be there soon.” He told her she mumbled an okay before hanging up. He didn’t even have to tell his mom and Laurel who it was they could tell by how quickly he was out of his seat apologising for having to leave mid game. Of course it was y/n. He’d drop anything for her.

When he arrived at the carnival he found her sat on the curb outside wrapped in her cardigan crying to herself standing up when she saw his car. The second he was close enough she fell into his arms crying harder

“I’ve got you.” Conrad whispered holding her close

“You we’re right I shouldn’t have gone.” She said through tears he let out a soft sigh wiping her tears away

“Come on let’s get you home.”

Conrad did is best to distract her on the drive home from playing her favourite songs and singing along to them despite how awful he sounded. Conrad grabbed her hand trying to do anything to get her to smile

“I want you for worse or for better I would wait for ever and ever Broke your heart, I'll put it back together I would wait for ever and ever!” He sang to her y/n couldn’t help but laugh at his attempts to reach the same notes as Taylor swift

“There’s that smile.” He said as they pulled into his driveway

Conrad was praying that everyone was too busy to notice the pair so he could help y/n avoid the question and just his luck everyone was outside meaning they could get to his room without being seen

“You wanna talk about what happened?” Conrad asked as she sat on his bed across from him. Y/n let out a sigh biting the inside of her cheek slightly

“It was awful from the beginning, he started by calling me weird for having a guy best friend because that’s not something girls do. He spent the whole time talking about himself and then said he only asked me on a date because he knew I wasn’t the kinda girl to just hook up with him so he thought he’d ask me out first.” Y/n explained trying not to get upset again She let out a soft sigh laying back on his bed

“I don’t know, I guess I always hoped my first date would go different. He’d pick me up from my house and actually knock on the front door talk to my mom and dad before we left. And then we’d spend our time together asked each other questions to get to know each other better and then we’d end the date with a ride on the Ferris wheel and he’d kiss me when we’re at the top. I guess I didn’t expect to end up crying on the side of the road having to call you to come and rescue me like you always do.”

Conrad could see the sadness in her eyes and it broke his heart. He didn’t know what to tell her. He didn’t know what to say to make her feel better instead he said something he never thought he’d ever say.

“I’m in love with you.”

Y/n sat back up looking over at him. Conrad felt like he couldn’t breathe. Had he just ruined everything they had? Had he just lost his best friend because of those 5 stupid words?

“You are?”

“Yeah, how could I not be… you’re you y/n.” He’d never seen her smile so wide before she leant in kissing him softly catching him off guard.

“Only took you our whole lives to finally admit it.” She said as he pulled away

“I promise I’ll make our first date better than that shit show.”

“You better.”

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hangeslefteye · 1 year

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Vampire!Jean x Villager s/o HC'S Part1

This is way too detailed and long to be ok :D Also I might do some more parts because I GOT A LOT TO SAY ABOUT VAMPİRE!JEANN!!!!

Vampire!Jean has a big goth castle reeking luxury in the middle of the woods he lives all alone in.

Vampire!Jean does not talk to villagers living at the other side of woods at all.Even villagers don't really know if he's there to start with.Only proof of his existance is some clouded rumors from centuries ago.

Vampire!Jean thinks those villagers are unworthy mortal fools.But he can't resist spying on them once in a while to remember his past life, before turning into a vampire.

Vampire!Jean hated himself for a long time after being a vampire.He saw himself as a vile monster,as a freaky creature that should never be in the day light again even though he was turned by a pure blood.

Vampire!Jean eventually embraced being a vampire after his friends and family died before his eyes but he always stayed young.Which caused him a lot of pain and grief and resulted in his melancholic soltitude.

Vampire!Jean's guilty pleasure is to watch mortals,watching them enjoying their limited lifespan brings back his peaceful memories.He especially loves watching kids and young lovers.Seeing them 'lively' makes him forget that he's a cold blooded abomination now.He'd never admit but he's quite jealous and wishes he could live like them every.single.night.

Vampire!Jean saw you for the first time when he was mournfully stalking around again.You were dancing around a bonfire with your friends.He thought you were magical with your rusty white dress and dishevelled hair only belonging to mortals.He was star struck at the moment by your vibrancy.

Vampire!Jean carved every single detail of your face and body to his brain to picture it later on.

Vampire!Jean spends most of his time by painting mortals in the village but always leaves their facial details out.Because he does not want to be upset by remembering them once they are gone.

Vampire!Jean also has a violin he very rarely plays since back then he usually played it with his friends:Sasha,Connie,Eren,Mikasa.Now even to look at his violin pains him greatly.

Vampire!Jean began to look for you spesifically whenever he lurked among the villagers.Within this time he started to have nurturing feeling for you and interfered into your life subtly.Such as sending you some gold coins,jeweleries,flowers...You never knew where those gifts were coming from so you assumed a secret admirer amongst the villagers.

Vampire!Jean loves talking to himself when he's watching you.He especially gets loud to shame you whenever you get clumsy or dumb.This literally ended up to be his routine within time.

''Stupid mortal,Dumb girl,Even a blind man could see that,Damn embarassing,You so wouldn't like to know someone is watching,nevermind I can't even look...''

Vampire!Jean was astonished when he saw you at his door at one midnight.He allowed you to stay in his castle because you were lost in the woods and it was raining.He even invited you to a very fancy dinner he didn't even had a crumb of.He was only having a glass of 'wine'.

Vampire!Jean almost questioned your everyday life because he might never be able to talk to a human like this again.He listened everything you said very carefully,maybe a little too carefully but he has never revealed anything about himself.

Vampire!Jean offered you one of the many empty rooms in the huge castle but you couldn't really find the room he mentioned and you got lost into his not so little art gallery.You saw a lot of perfectly drawn everyday pictures with lost faces.But among them there was a picture covered up with a red shawl.You pulled it down to see a very beautiful asian woman with pale skin and jet black long hair.

Vampire!Jean was panicked for the first time in centuries when he found you in his painting room,looking at a certain picture of a long gone woman.When you asked him if she was his passed wife he grew inhumanly cold.He opened up his mouth barely to say she was just a friend.

Vampire!Jean showed you a different picture to distract from the enchantingly beautiful one.Then he showed you an another and other.He wanted to hear your opinion on all of them if this could be possible.

Vampire!Jean thought a lot about showing you your own picture around the bonfire but got rid of this idea rapidly.

Vampire!Jean came back to reality after hearing a glass shattering voice.He involuntarily saw your crimson blood mixing up with the wine he gave you.

Vampire!Jean got used to drinking animal blood and tasted a human's maybe a couple of times in ages.Your blood's smell,color and even warmth was fast to call his uncontrollable vampiristic urges.

Vampire!Jean looked at you with horror when the purple veins under his eyes got visible and his canines hurt.When you looked back at his now animalistic but still charming face you understood that the rumors old people has been spreading around were indeed true.

Vampire!Jean tried very hard to not to submit his urges but failed terribly with the presence of your blood or maybe you.

Vampire!Jean grabbed your hand gently but firmly to suck the dripping blood off your palm.Without separating his red shiny orbs from yours he licked and sucked it all like he's in a trance.He knew he shouldn't have done it and felt incredibly guilty because he couldn't stop himself yet he enjoyed every single drop of it greatly,mixed with sweet wine.

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frogsare-friends · 7 months

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I'm Not Built for Helping Myself

chapter index | chapter 1 (you are here)

- JEREMIAH -

Nothing at the summer house felt the same without her there. That was the one and only thing I was confident would never change. Sometimes I wished I was back in Boston, with too many bad memories to make it a happy place. There I could be mad at her, at Dad, at Conrad, even. Here all I can picture is her smile, the one reserved for summer, for Cousins. The rest of the year were tight-lipped, plastered on smiles that never reached her eyes. I couldn't blame her, though. I wore the same one. Dad and Conrad, however, prefered a blank slate. Cold and bitter, telling everything and showing nothing.

I almost think that if I could leave, I would. I would go and never come back, never remember her smile, or the dresses that were still hung in her closet. When I was little Belly and I used to sneak into her room and play dress up. Belly wore her button down (the only one Susannah had owned) and made me wear her heels and her frilly dresses she'd buy for the fancy dinners Dad took her out to. They had stopped doing that when I was 12, they started back up as apology dinners when I was 14. We'd leave the place a mess, and looking back, Mom definitely knew what we were up to when we'd run off scheming, giggling to ourselves — unbeknownst to us that we were giggling to everyone else, too. Dad found us once, I was dressed in my mom's favorite shade of blue, Belly and I putting on her brightest red lipstick. I haven't touched makeup since, made Conrad put the contents of her vanity in a tote to go in the attic.

I think that if I ever really did leave, Conrad would kill me. I don't think Conrad could ever let people know how much he cares about them, not without hurting them. He's trying, I have to remind myself. Maybe he wouldn't kill me, maybe he would track me down and never stop texting and calling. Not to convince me to come back, just to yell at me. Just to hurt me enough to make sure I know Conrad cares about me, but not to care about me enough to make sure I know I hurt him. Maybe if I couldn't read Connie so well that approach would actually work.

"That's stupid," I think. I don't even make sense in my own head. I get why everyone wants me to be happy all the time now, it's so much less confusing for everyone.

"Jere, c'mon man. Liam's having a party tonight. You're the DD!" Steve yells as he runs past me, not waiting for me to object. I'm excited, excited to get out of my head a little. Spend some time with my brother, Steven, and — mainly — Belly.

I should go check on her. I'm so in love with her that sometimes I think it might kill me. I've never felt anything good so strongly, nothing that hasn't crushed my lungs. I know Conrad feels that way too, know about the panic attacks. Maybe I'm a bad brother for not telling him I know, but Conrad has always shut down when people notice things about him. The problem with me is that I never stops noticing, but I know how to pretend. I'd help, though, in a heartbeat. If I was there when he had one, mysterious older brothers be damned, I would help him. Would ask him for 5 things he can see. I don't have the heart to tell Conrad that anxiety is genetic, that I get them too. I can't tell him about how I get sick when I'm anxious, how I sit in bed and cry and have panic attack after panic attack when the weight of this house and the last get to be too much.

I want to. I want to look at Conrad and find what used to be there. But I can't. I try and bile rises up my throat, and really, that's the problem in the first place. So what's the point? I've never been one for holding grudges, and I'm not. If accused of it, I wouldn't deny it, but that's not what this is about. It's about trust. I trusted him, I needed him. And he wasn't there. I knows it's not fair, not fair to ask Conrad to take care of me, look after me, care about me. I know it's not fair, but I can't help thinking that I do it every time. Conrad thinks he's the only one that carries everything, but he isn't. I'm the one there to pick up the pieces and glue them back together whenever Conrad drops it. I've always looked up to Conrad, but more, I've always looked after Conrad. When Dad went to London for two weeks because he was mad at me, I was there for Connie, not the other way around. It's not fair, it never has been. But I can't help but want Conrad to care about me the way I care about Conrad. I know he cares about me as much, but I don't care how much he loves me if he won't say it, won't talk about it. I want more than for Con to love me a lot, I want him to love me well.

By the time I get upstairs, Belly is already dressed and putting on her makeup. God, I'll never get over how I can't breathe in a good way whenever I see her. Not like the world stops, like I stop. Because in the entire world all I'm thinking about is her. The world is still there, I just couldn't care less when she is too.

Then she turns around. And she's wearing the same dress that Mom used to love. The same one Dad once caught me in. The first of two times Adam Fisher ever laid a hand on either of his sons. And suddenly that good feeling of can't breathe, of too much is very much a bad feeling.

"Jere, what's wrong?" But I can't, I can't, I can't. She always could read me too well.

"I-" and I don't get the time to finish my sentence before I'm running to the bathroom. Pulling up the seat and dropping to my knees in front of the toilet. There's a soft hand on my back, rubbing it while her other one grabs a hair tie, pulling my hair back for me. God, I love her.

"It's okay, Jere. Shhh, it's okay. Let it out, I got you" she continues to whisper sweetly into my hair, kissing my head when the worst of it's over. I'm panting, trying to get rid of that feeling of not being able to breathe.

"Ew guys, no being in the bathroom togeth- Oh. You okay man?" Steven walks over, looking like he wants to help but would also rather be anywhere else. He does have a fear of throwing up, afterall.

- BELLY -

"It's fine Steven, he'll be fine. I don't need you throwing up on the floor, get out of here. You and Conrad go, we're not gonna make it." I'm not mad at Jere for being sick, how could I be. But I will be mad if Steven doesn't get out of here and throws up all over the floor because of it. I'm not cleaning it up, and I'm definitely not rubbing his back.

"Are you sure you don't want us to stay here? We can go out and get some crackers," Steven offers, his back turned but still listening intently.

- JEREMIAH -

"No, you go man, I'm good. You've been looking forward to this all day, have a good night" I'm practically begging him. I like to think that if things were different, if I wasn't sobbing over a toilet, begging him to go, Steven would stay. I don't usually get what I like though.

"Yeah, alright dude. We'll see you tonight?" Steven walks out before he gets an answer, I wasn't sure he was really asking a question though.

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cc-tinslebee · 10 months

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characters that have definitely worked at a movie theater because I’ve been working nonstop for four days and I need to cope-

Robin Buckley

^ live footage of me at work

pretty sure this was made canon by Rebel Robin and it was the movie theater Steve’s friends vandalised in season 1!! I don’t know why she stopped working there but she just like me fr

hates ushering because of the amount of older people and classmates that are rude to her. box office can be similar but she only has to deal with a rude customer once in a while, so it’s a lot chiller

Van Palmer

I wholeheartedly believe she worked in a movie theater pre-crash, by sheer proximity of her little video store in the adult timeline. TaiVan movie theater dates are real to me </3

gets sleeby at box office but enjoys ushering and concessions because there’s the most to do. Definitely doesn’t sneak Tai and Nat in through the back of the theater and slip away from work to visit them

Mindy Meeks-Martin

She would eat UP those free/discounted movie tickets working at a movie theater gives you. She def used that to take Tara and Amber to see Nope 🫶

video stores are dead (rip) so this is the self fulfilling Meeks prophecy (gotta fill out those parallel the original requirements y’know). Had a ill-fated co-worker romance as is tradition

Randy Meeks

He worked at one for, like, a summer, and decided he liked working at the video store WAY more (why get free theater tickets when you gets discounts on renting movies you can watch over and over again?)

Liked box office the most so he could talk to customers about their movie choices, either complimenting them on their taste or maybe not-so-silently judge them. Stu, Sidney, and Tatum (occasionally just Stu and Billy) would always come to his theater to terrorise him (lovingly)

Richie Kirsch

also eats up those free movie tickets. felt bad about not giving money to the franchise he loves when he went to see Stab 8 but after leaving the theater furious and disappointed, his tune about that def changed

Richie’s capable of being a charming (if not awkward) guy, so he definitely did great at being a greeter. Richie in the box office is pretty similar to Randy, enthusiastically talking to customers about the movies they’re seeing (though he’s a little more quiet with his disapproval lmao). He’s the epitome of “if you see me at work, do not trust that mf. That’s work Richie. I go to work, put on a smile, and just black out.” me fr

Tabby Hawthorne

another canon one but she and Mouse are the only mfs I could stand in this show and I can confirm local small theaters don’t do background checks smh 🤦 if you or a person you know has been personally victimized by a weird male employee at your local movie theater you may be entitled to financial compensation

Lester Averman

I was about to say Guy but then I remembered Averman canonically worked at a theater in D2!!!!

I’m gonna assume he worked at someplace big and fancy like AMC, so he probably shifted between concessions, greeter, and usher. BITCHES about working usher (his co-workers are so sick of him fr) because despite doing hockey, the soreness half way through a shift is real. Gets put up front as greeter the most, snoozes whenever he’s put in box office. He likes working concessions the best (and definitely doesn’t steal food from the company)

Guy Germaine (+ Connie Moreau)

fuck it, these two join Averman next summer at the movie theater and terrorise their co-workers by being so obnoxiously in love (martial problems? Never heard of her)

Guy is a naturally charming greeter (to Averman’s eternal annoyance) and customers absolutely adore him. Connie can’t be in box office anymore because she refuses to take shit from rude customers (and Guy just gets mildly annoyed, and Connie jumps to his defense). So now Connie just bounces between the different shifts, kinda favours ushering because she finds it (mostly) chill.

Eric Bemis

^ more live footage of me at work

Eric is a concessions guy and if he works at a big theater like AMC he’s certifiably insane, I hate that part I hate it here. Definitely can get overwhelmed by it but he prefers it over the strain of working usher and the rude people are mostly up at box office and he’d end up so anxious, he’d let minors into R-rated movie. Rip king fly high 😔🕊

will probably update if I think of anymore but thanks for indulging my ramblings

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fanmoose12 · 2 years

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Prompt(If u still take prompts): Kenny batshit teasing about Levi non stop when he heard he has a girlfriend. More non stop batshit teasing when he met said gf. All Kuchel could do was watch and laugh at her brother as he torments her son. She was secretly enjoying it anyways.

Kenny doesn't consider himself to be a busybody.

He likes to knows things, sure, who doesn't, and he can be a bit curious sometimes, but he's not nosy, he never sticks his nose where it doesn't belong- well. Maybe he does do that. Sometimes. Only in matters of utter importance. And, really, what can be more important to man than his small, but incredibly tight family?

So, naturally, when the word starts going around that his nephew Levi fancies someone, Kenny's interest instantly rises up. Levi having a crush? It's not just unusual or a bit odd, it's downright unprecendented. At least, to Kenny's knowledge; he might need to ask Kuchel more about, but he's pretty sure that their brat never had any sort of romantic relationship, that is, of course, if you don't count his broom and tea cup. Kenny was starting to worry that kid might end up a grouchy bachelor, just like him, but without his dashing good looks. But if the rumours are true and Levi indeed found someone able to tolerate his cranky, constantly scowling persona? Kenny absolutely needs to meet that person, shake their hand, maybe help them realize what mistake they're doing and then tease Levi relentlessly about it.

But first - he has to find that mysterious lover of Levi. And, purely out of love fo his dear, dear nephew, Kenny sets on solving that bit of puzzle.

He bypasses Kuchel, knowing for certain that if his sister knew anything of the sort, he'd be the first person to hear about it, and goes straight to the cafe Levi's working at. Surely, someone is privy to the details of this mystery, and if it is not Levi's own mother and uncle, then it must be his subordinates.

Levi is almost always present at his cafe - he's there in the early morning, readying it for the opening, and he stays there for the entire day, up until he closes it at nine in the evening. There is a sliver of time, however, when he's absent and there is no chance that he'll come back unannounced. Just after the morning rush hour, Levi leaves the cafe to drive Kuchel to work, and that's exactly when Kenny strikes.

He strides inside with a wicked smile on his face, tips his hat at what customers are still present, catches the first employee he sees and—

That employee turns out to be Mikasa.

Kenny winces, nearly shriveling under the weight of her gaze. Mikasa is a distant relative of theirs and an absolute menace. Whenever she's in the room, it seems like the temperature drops several degrees. If she's in a good mood. But when she's disgruntled, like she appears to be right now... Kenny puts on a more polite smile and takes a tiny step back.

"My dear," he croons, "I have a few questions..."

"Make it quick." Mikasa says sharply. "I have work to do."

"Sure, sure," Kenny chuckles, sounding unnatural and more than a little bit nervous. "Just one question then. I've heard that our Levi might be crushing hard on someone. Do you by any chance know something about-"

"No. And I don't want to. I know too much about that midget already. What else can I get you?"

"Nothing?"

"Alright," Mikasa makes a face then, the one that probably must resemble a pleasant and friendly expression. It doesn't even come close. "If that's all, then I wish you a good day. Goodbye." She fixes her apron and promptly turns around, leaving Kenny to stare after her.

He feels— defeated, a little. But he's nearly not ready to surrender.

He goes looking for some other employees, and, while Mikasa is busy with a customer, sneaks into the kitchen. There, he finds Eren and Connie, both clearly busy at work. Eren is flipping the bottle, appearently striving for it to land properly, while Connie watches and when the situation calls for it - he either cheers on or laughs.

For a moment, Kenny simply observes them. And the more he sees, the more he starts to feel bad for his nephew. If that's who he must deal with on a daily basis, then maybe... his frequent fits of bad temper are completely understandable.

It still doesn't mean that he'll be going easier on the brat, but... his respect for Levi grew.

"Oi, you!" Kenny calls out to the two kids, who up to this point failed to notice his presence. "You know who Levi pines after?"

"Levi?" Eren squeals, while Connie mumbles, "Pines?..."

Kenny groans and leaves the two boys be. Clearly, he's not going to get anything out of them. He continues this search, this time coming across Jean. The kid is outside, leaning against a wall and smoking. Kenny comes to stand by his side, lightning up a cig of his own. He inhales, holds the smoke inside for a few seconds, exhales and then turns to face Jean.

"I've heard that my nephew is seeing someone. Know anything about that someone?"

Jean doesn't answer immediately. He puts a cigarette to his lips, breathes in deeply and tenses, his chest muscles contracting as though he's fighting off a coughing fit. Kenny waits patiently, hoping - in spite of everything - that kid is not a complete idiot.

Jean proves him wrong.

"Is Levi seeing someone? How should I know? I too have quite an active romantic life and—"

What nonsense he's spilling next, Kenny doesn't deem it worthy to listen to. Without another word, he puts the cigarette off and slips back inside, cursing Levi's employees in the process.

He heads to the supply closet next, and just as he's about to open the door, he stumbles upon yet another one of Levi's subordinate. It's Armin - the blond quiet nerd that Kenny personally considers to be the most annoying kid he's ever met, but— it also means that Armin is one of the smartest kid he's ever met. Which, of course, means that he's just the one that Kenny needs.

He grabs Armin by the elbow and takes him aside. With a grin already spreading on his lips, he asks. "Hey, there are rumours that my Levi finally decided to stop being sad, lonely shmuck. Do you—"

"Oh!" a melodic voice rings out. Startled, Kenny spins around and finds the source - resting on a couch that is far too dusty for Levi's standards and joyfully waving at him. The edges of Kenny's smile soften, as he meets Sasha's eyes. Out of all Levi's subordinates, the girl is certainly his favorite; in strike contrast to her friends, she permanently radiates positivity and no matter when or why Kenny visits their cafe, she always greets him with a warm, genuine smile. "Are you asking about Hange?"

Hange? So Sasha's not only aware of that cryptic person but even knows their name? Kenny's appreciation for that girl continues to grow further.

"It seems that I indeed am. That Hange... does Levi really—"

"Oh," Sasha cuts him off again, this time with an elated smile. "Absolutely. It's so sweet to see him in a state like this, a little funny too, he can be so awkward, but..."

Levi not just having a crush on someone, but also acting like a complete idiot about it? That is amazing. It is perfect, it's everything Kenny ever dreamt off. With that kind of ammunition on his hands, he'll be able to pick on Levi for all eternity, he'll never hear the end of it, but first—

"Sasha," he sits down next to the girl, takes a hold of her shoulders and looks directly into her eyes. "Sasha, my dear, I need you to tell me where I can find that Hange, it's of absolute importance—"

Sasha smiles, and right as Armin hisses, "Sasha, don't!", she says, "Hange must be already here. She usually comes to get her coffee somewhere after ten."

Sasha is his savior, Sasha is his angel, and Kenny tells her so, right before he jumps to his feet and rushes back to the coffee shop's main area, ignoring the heat of the disapproving glare that Mikasa sends his way when he passes her. He has more pressing matters to attend to, after all. He might not be a busybody, but he absolutely must know every little detail about Levi's love life that he can.

The moment he runs into the room, Kenny realizes that he failed to get out of Sasha the description of that remarkable Hange, but... it seems that he doesn't actually need it. If what Sasha said to him is true, then Hange is a brown-haired thirtysomething with a pretty face and big eyes that sparkle even through the lenses of black-rimmed glasses. However, it's not her striking appearence that helps Kenny identify her, it's Levi's presence by her side that gives it all away.

To Levi's credit, he holds a notebook in his hands so it does appear as though he's taking Hange's order, but— whether Hange is ordering the most complicated coffee known to men, or... the hard-working, diligent Levi is currently doing jack-shit and chats away with a customer instead of doing his job.

The sight in front of him brings a smile to Kenny's face, and— since no one sees him, it's almost devoid of poison too. He takes out his phone, quickly snaps a picture and sends it to Kuchel, accompanying it by,

looks like your brat has finally grown up

The answer from Kuchel comes almost instantly.

Ah! So you too met Hange? She's such a sweetheart :)

Kuchel knew then, already met the cause of commotion and said nothing to him. It should make Kenny feel slighted and he is, but— he knows the real culprit, he knows who asked his sister to keep that secret. And it's time to make him pay.

Besides, Kuchel said that Hange is a sweetheart? Kenny absolutely must make sure that that is true.

For Levi's sake, of course.

He moves towards the adorable couple, but stops just a few steps away from them. Of course, he could come up to them, say hi - that'd be too simple, though. Too boring. His entrance must be grand, must show Hange that Levi— is the dullest Ackerman of them all.

So Kenny takes off his hat, presses it to his chest, clears his throat and— falls down on one knee right beside Hange.

"I didn't know it can happen to a man my age, but my dear! You've bewitched me, your unbelievable beauty has stolen away my heart, my soul, my—" he reaches to her hand, meaning to plant a kiss on the back of it, but suddenly - and rather forcefully - something pulls him back, away from Hange.

"You didn't have a brain to begin with." Levi grits out, his voice rough like sand. Kenny doesn't even need to look at him to know that his nephew is aggravated beyond words. Oh, but it feels nice to rile him up. And it feels even nicer to see an adorable blush that makes Hange look even lovelier.

"I'm sorry..." she says slowly, pushing the glasses up her nose. "Have we met?"

"Not yet. But I think it's time we do. I'm Kenny," he smoothly gets up to his feet, puts his hat back on and offers Hange a hand. "That short stuff's uncle."

"Oh! You're Kenny! I've heard a lot about you."

"Only the good stuff I hope?"

Hange purses her lips - and perhaps that expression was meant to be interpreted as an apologetic one. But Kenny feels that actually, she's trying to hold in her laughter. Good grief, but she and Levi are worth each other then.

"Well, since you already know so much about me, it's only fair I get to know you."

Before Levi can stop him, Kenny slides into a sit across from Hange. "So," he grins. "What brings you to this place?"

"Obviously," Hange says with a brilliant grin that would have made stronger men crumble, hell, if that grin was aimed at Kenny... Levi, however, braves it stoically, if only with slight color rising on his cheeks. "I come here for the best coffee in the city. And also," she taps a finger on the surface of her laptop. "To work on my thesis."

"Ohh, beautiful and smart. My dear, if I had been just a decade younger..."

Hange laughs and Levi grits his teeth, and that combination - is music to Kenny's ears.

"Pervert," Levi grumbles, as he sits down as well. He glares defiantly as he moves his chair closer to Hange, bringing Kenny's level of amusement to a new all time high. The boy has it so bad.

"And what about you?" Hange asks. "What do you do for a living?"

"Ah, that's—"

"Is not something you should know." Levi interjects.

"Huh? Why so?"

"Because," Levi draws, managing to sound both bored and irritated, "You don't want to get in trouble with police."

"Oh..." if anything, Hange's gaze becomes even more intrigued. Her smile widens as well. "You're an interesting man, Mr. Ackerman."

"Please," he says in a husky voice that earns a scoff from Levi, "Call me Kenny."

Naturally, the situation calls for him to kiss her hand, but... Kenny rather likes his nose and, as of now, has no desire to have it broken in multiple places.

He dials down his charm a bit - after all, it'd be too cruel and straight up awkward if the first person Levi has a crush on falls for his uncle in the end. Surely, Kenny won't walk away from it with only his nose broken.

"Alright, Kenny," Hange says, "what are you doing here? I've never seen you here before."

"Come here often?" he quips, getting a cute little blush from Hange (and a rather forceful kick from Levi). "But you're right, it's true that I don't come here nearly often enough. That's why..." he wraps an arm around Levi's shoulders, and oh, if looks could kill... "I'm here today. I've missed my boy so much!"

"Shut up." Levi grunts, pushing him away. He shakes his head, black locks falling to obscure his eyes, but Kenny can practically feel Levi's frustration. And he's enjoying every bit of it, perhaps... he should become a frequenter at his nephew's cafe. "And you, Hange, don't listen to him. He's full of shit."

Oi, that's-

"-no way to talk to your uncle," Hange chides so Kenny doesn't have to. "I'll gladly listen to you, Kenny. Especially," wearing a wicked smile, she leans closer to him and lowers her voice a bit, "if you have some funny stories about Levi."

And, yep, Kenny has decided - Hange is perfect. In every possible way, but especially as Levi's other half. She won't ever let him rest, will permanently keep him on his toes, and will do so easily, with a brilliant smile on her face. She really is a perfect match for his nephew.

"I have so much of them, you better hold onto your stomach. It might explode from laughter. But first, let me ask - since when you and Levi started dat—"

He doesn't get to finish, though, yanked away by Levi so forcefully and suddenly that Kenny nearly falls down from the chair. He catches himself at the very last moment, and with considerable help from Levi.

His nephew, when Kenny turns to looks at him, is already on his feet. His eyes are widened, his cheeks are rapidly gaining colour. He seems alarmed, inappropriately so.

What the reason might be, Kenny does not understand. He watches Levi, then shifts his gaze towards Hange, who looks just as bewildered by the sudden developed, and then— it clicks.

Uh oh.

"I just remembered that delivery has arrived this morning," Levi says stiffly, staring promptly at the wall right next to Hange's face. "Since you're here, uncle, come help me to unpack it."

Hange looks like she wants to say something. Kenny doesn't let her. He stands up, reaches out to squeeze her arm. "It's been a pleasure," he tells her, and quickly, before she can interrupt, adds. "I'm looking forward to our next meeting."

He leaves hurriedly, following after Levi. Kenny doesn't stop, doesn't look back until he closes the door to supply closet. And only then, he speaks up. "So... um, dear nephew, care to elaborate what the fuck just happened?"

Levi, who now appears to be busy with shifting through paperwork on his work desk, doesn't look up as he answers. "Nothing."

"Bullshit. Aren't you and Hange—"

"We don't."

"Why, aren't you—"

"I do," he says, his voice strained. "But Hange..."

"Did she actually say that?"

"What?" now, he does look up. Just for a moment, though, one quick glance in Kenny's eyes, and then he's back to his papers. "No, of course, she didn't."

"So you never asked?"

"Why would I? It's obvious that Hange is—"

"Have you asked?" Kenny repeats, growing frustrated as well. He never thought he'd ever have this conversation, and with Levi of all people, but now that that conversation is taking place... good grief, does he need a smoke. "You wouldn't know if Hange is or isn't, unless you ask, Levi."

"And what if she says no?"

Kuchel would have his head if she ever found out about that, but Kenny simply can't help himself anymore, and so - he starts laughing. "Levi, are you blind? She looks at you like you've hanged the damn moon and stars."

"You don't know Hange," Levi says, fiercely, despite the lost expression on his face. "She's... she's always like that, kind to everyone she meets..."

"So that's what got you worried? You know I have a guy, he can make sure that—"

"Kenny." His voice turns sharp, eyes narrow dangerously. "Are you offering to spy on Hange?"

"Just for a while, until we make sure that she's single."

Levi's quirks an eyebrow. "And if she's not?"

"Well, I have a guy for that too."

"Good— fucking lord," Levi groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I can't believe that you just— wow. Don't ever do this again."

"Don't do what, exactly?"

"Don't talk about murdering people, and don't you ever— poke your nose into my... things."

"Oi, Levi," Kenny protests. "I do not poke my nose into anything. I'm merely looking out for you. You know, as any uncle would. And if you ever need... well," he shrugs, "I can talk with Hange for you."

"In case you have forgotten," Levi says strictly. "I'm not a child."

Kenny stares him down. Pointedly. "Could have fooled me, actually." And, yep, his jab absolutely lands, because Levi looks dangerously close to throttling him, leaving Kenny with no other choice than to try and placate him. "But, alright, if you don't me interfering with your newly formed love life, I won't do it. Unless you ask."

"That will never happen."

"Sure, sure, you say this now." Kenny tries to ruffle Levi's hair. Gets his hand slapped away, unnecessarily roughly. That kid and his awful manners... Kenny would have gotten angry if Levi didn't learn those manners from him. "But, seriously, if you ever need..."

"Fine," Levi concedes. "Just go away already."

"Going, going. Just don't forget to tell Hange I said hi. And don't you dare hurt her, Levi. My guy will come for you."

"Lovely," Levi deadpans. Then, when Kenny is almost by the door, he cries out, "Wait! One question." Kenny turns around, tilts his head, showing that he's listening. "How the fuck did you find about Hange? Did mom crack?"

"Oh that?" Kenny chuckles, scratching at his beard. "No, that was all you, buddy."

"Eh?"

"Yeah, yeah. Last week, when I was sleeping over at your place. I heard you talk in your sleep, something about awful sense of humour, shitty glasses and the prettiest eyes you've ever seen..."

Levi's reaction is instant - he splutters, mutters an obscenity so dirty that it makes Kenny proud, then starts cursing people who constantly eavesdrop. He's not yet finished with his sentence, when he raises a rather heavy cup, aiming it at Kenny's head.

If Kenny knows anything in this life, it is when it's time to run, so without another word, he makes a dash towards the door, shoves Connie and Jean that get in his way and escapes, just before Levi's wrath can reach him.

In that moment, Kenny feels all the merits of having a tight, loving family. After all, who else can bring him so much joy?

#levihan

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eyes never lie (tom hagen x reader)

summary: A little party never killed nobody, right?

warnings: cheating, swearing, smut, angst-ish

words: 2.8k

notes: the amount of time i spent on this is embarrassing lmao. this is 100% self-indulged btw and also only fiction pls do not cheat on your significant other (only with cute little mafia men <3). enjoy!

A long sigh escaped your lips for the thousandth time as you only kept nodding at whatever Connie was saying. You just couldn’t pay attention to the conversation anymore; your boredom was far greater than any other feeling you had now. Business meetings felt like a slap in the face and these type of “family fraternizations” were always a hard pass for you, as you very much preferred a simple afternoon coffee with your mother-in-law, no shady men in fancy suits whispering to each other. Still, you were compelled to accompany your husband every now and then. You had a reputation to maintain even within family, after all.

“C’mon, (y/n), I’m sure you’re gonna love it!”, it’s Connie’s voice once more, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You shake your head slightly. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Connie. Michael won’t like not seeing me here.”

“Oh, please, it’s not like we’re gonna miss anything”, she waves her hand in a sneering gesture, pointing with her chin in the direction of your husband’s office. “Besides, they’re working now. Michael’s mind is clearly elsewhere, he won’t even notice you’re gone.”

You couldn’t help but sigh this time. Connie was just too persistent for her own good. You take a look at the wooden door to your side and nod briefly, giving up. “Fine. But we’ll be back before eleven, you hear me?!”

She only smiled triumphally, already making her way out the mansion while you followed her suit. A rush of excitement rushed through your body as you got in her car, driving off to God knows where. You liked Connie because she was fearless, reckless, even a little bit crazy at times. She was truly a breath of fresh air from all the tension surrounding your family, you even considered her one of your best friends. So, despite not knowing exactly what she had in mind, you trusted her. Besides, maybe what you needed was really just a quick get-away.

A little party never killed nobody, right?

Before marrying Michael, you had already been a friend of the Corleone family for many years. When Vito died, you became much closer with Carmela; they both always treated you like a daughter, after all, long afore you got engaged to their son. The boys and Connie even used to joke about you being the “female Tom Hagen”, especially Tom Hagen himself, while flashing you a warm smile whenever you were around their house. You always thought he was the kindest Corleone man — as ironic as that may sound, since he was adopted —, so you found pleasant being referred to as such, although the joke was now but a good memory from the past.

As time went on, it only made sense you’d end up marrying one of their sons one day. Don Corleone was never really subtle about wanting you to “birth him some grandchildren”, as he liked to say. Michael eventually proposed to you when he got back from Sicily, not really taking anyone by surprise, what with everyone’s revelation that his endearment to you had been no secret from the start. It was such a beautiful ceremony, you still remember Vito’s happiness to this day... But ever since he passed away, things started to change. Mostly with Michael, of course, as he was now the head of the family business.

You have no quarrel with his line of work, never had; however, you would be lying if you said it sometimes didn’t take a toll in your marriage. Most notably in the past few months, where you’d both often find yourselves in a pointless argument about the stupidest things. You liked to think it had little to do with your relationship per se, and rather his stressful job, but at times it felt as though you weren’t happy as a couple anymore. He became more possessive by the day, even going as far as ordering you around like one of his henchmen. And although you did not like that, not one bit — especially because you were raised to have dignity, something his own father had taught you on many occasions —, as his wife, you had to oblige and understand your position. And you did, heaven knows.

But God, was it tiring.

“We’re here!”, Connie announces happily, parking in front of a modest building. She glances at you briefly before getting out of the vehicle. “Oh, it’s been so long since I’ve come here. I found this place right after I left Carlo. C’mon, let’s party!”

You chuckled at her almost cartoonish excitement, accompanying her up the three steps that lead toward the door. You didn’t know that neighbourhood, and to be honest it didn’t feel very safe, but Connie seemed to be familiar with the surroundings, so it couldn’t be that bad. You trusted her, after all.

The door slowly opened and caught your attention. You were greeted by a woman in her fifties, probably, and she offered a warm, even motherly smile to Connie. They both hugged tightly and you raised a brow, still lost as to who that was and where you actually were. The lady then measured you up and down before clapping her hands in a pleased gesture, coming to give you a hug as well.

“Mrs. Corleone, what a pleasure! Welcome, welcome!”, she patted your back in enthusiasm, looking at you with content eyes. “Come on in, make yourselves at home.”

You blinked once, still taken aback by her display of affection to you when you had never seen that woman in your life, but she didn’t seem to notice or mind it. You watched as she made way for you to come inside and Connie readily grabbed your wrist, pulling you to follow her around. The door closed behind you and you were in what it seemed to be a living room of sorts. You exchanged a look with Connie and she nodded happily, unable to hold back her delight. It only got you more curious.

The smell in the air was nicotine, incense and alcohol. There were two red couches next to each other, just in the beginning of the corridor, and both looked ancient. The walls were a dark, almost faded shade of brown, and the infiltration was blatant on all of them. You all walked past the living room, towards the hallway. As you got to what it looked like an office of some kind, a chatter coming from upstairs only got louder. There were laughing and singing, so you took it the “party” your sister-in-law talked about earlier was certainly taking place up there.

“Connie, what...”

You’re cut off by the woman stopping in her tracks, urging you both to do the same. She is still grinning while staring at you. “Would you like separate rooms?”

“Yes!”, Connie says, turning to you. “You’ll be fine by yourself, (y/n), won’t you? You’re a grown-up", she has a mischievous look on her face.

You frown, bothered by all of that suspense. “Connie, what is this place?”

“The finest brothel in town, my dear!”, the woman chimes in.

Your eyes widen in panic. “The finest what?”, you gasp and Connie only chuckles at your disbelief, waving her hand. “Connie, you said it was a party.”

“Well, it is!”, she shrugs, then glances back at the lady. “We’ll take two separate rooms next to each other. Apparently Mrs. Corleone here has been married for so long, she forgot how to jolly up.”

“I am absolutely not...”

“You don’t have to have sex with anyone, silly”, Connie cuts you off. “It’s just for the laughs!”, she then giggles like a child, which only makes the situation more obnoxious in your head. Still holding your arm, she adds, “c’mon, Dorothy will show us the way.”

You couldn’t believe what was happening, but you couldn’t stop your legs from following them upstairs either. There was a sting of sordid curiosity in your chest, and with it being wrapped up in that same rush of excitement of doing something different for a change, your brain just wouldn’t order your body to turn around and go back to your husband. You tried to remind yourself it was merely for the laughs, at last. No one would ever find out anyways, especially not Michael; so, you were safe.

You arrived at the second floor only to be met with a couple of women standing there. Each one of them had some cheap, dirty dress, contrasting with their beauty. All eyes fell upon you and you felt your cheeks heat up. You avoided their gaze to look back at Connie and she bore the same amusement as she pointed to the last door in the corridor, encouraging you with a nod. You scoffed, shaking your head. This was such a stupid thing, rich and respectable women posing as prostitutes only for the jokes, but you still couldn’t deny that you liked the little feeling of adventure growing inside you.

“Have fun!”, Connie says as you walk away from her, causing you to roll your eyes in a mix of irritation and mirth.

You opened the door and everything was dark inside. You supposed there wasn’t any “client” yet, so you simply made your way to the empty bed, sitting on the edge. It was surprisingly inviting and soft for a brothel’s furniture, making you lean in on the pillows and sit more comfortably. For a moment you closed your eyes and pretended you were back at home, in your own bed, waiting for Michael to come out of the bathroom and take you as passionately as he used to, before your relationship started to struggle. You couldn’t even remember the last time you made love with him that felt really good, and not just something to get you both off for the night. He was a busy man, you knew that, but having to constantly share him with his work frustrated you to no end as of lately.

The doorknob made a sound and you jumped in your spot, sitting back on the edge of the mattress in a swift movement. Anticipation ran through your whole body when you saw a silhouette approaching in the darkness, closing the door as it was swallowed fully by the blackness inside the room. The man’s footsteps were like drums in your ears, following the same rhythm as the rapid beating of your heart.

You cleared your throat while he stopped by the bedside lamp, right in front of you, and your breath hitched as he turned on the light. You stared at each other with a rather comical shock at first, a stretching silence around you. Tom’s mouth still hung open when you got up and stood face to face with him, so close you could take in every single note of his strong cologne. It made you feel almost dizzy.

“It’s not what you think”, you are the first one to speak, widened eyes as you blink nervously at him. “But please, don’t tell anyone”, you add, and the desperation in your voice sounds too pathetic to your own ears.

Tom merely nods. “I wasn’t gonna.”

And just like that, all your worries seem to disappear into thin air. Suddenly his hot, heavy breath against your lips is the only thing there is in your senses, similar to liquor warming every inch of your body as it streams down your throat. Your hands automatically land on his chest and his reaction is instant, pulling you into an urgent kiss without another word. Initially, you’re unable to think of anything else other than the pressure his tongue puts on yours, sweeping your mouth at an agonizingly slow pace. But as soon as you need to part ways looking for air, reality comes crashing down on you. This is your brother-in-law, for Christ’s sake.

What are you doing?

“This is wrong”, you choke, shaking your head quickly as you back away from him. Tom himself doesn’t look the least distressed, but then again, you can’t remember ever seeing him out of his usual collected demeanour for any reason; even in moments of pain and panic, as they are so common in the family business. You hug your body protectively, avoiding his piercing gaze that right now is just too calm for your liking. “I’m only here because Connie brought me”, you begin, not wanting to blame it all on Connie, but it was technically the truth. “I wasn’t going to... Nothing was going to happen. It was just for the laughs”, you can’t help but let out a miserable chuckle, your last words but a whisper as if even your brain couldn’t believe them anymore.

“I’m not accusing you of anything, (y/n)”, his voice is soft as a lullaby, ironically causing your insides to turn. Tom then takes an experimental step towards you and you hold your breath involuntarily, the maddening feel of his lips still lingering on yours. He laughs lightly, probably amused by your poor control over your emotions. “I already told you I’m not going to say anything, I would never do that to you.”

“I believe you”, you sigh in defeat, finally giving up. Your shoulders slump and Tom takes the signal as an invitation, taking another step closer to you. His face is against the light now, but it somehow highlights the design of his jaw. It’s breath-taking. “Tom...”

“You kissed me back”, he points out matter-of-factly, and you feel your cheeks burn. His fingertips touch your face and now it’s impossible to escape his dark eyes. “Why?”, comes the unexpected murmur, making you frown slightly.

“You know why, Tom”, you offer him a small smile, trying to find any lingering doubt in his orbs. You don’t. “The eyes never lie, do they?”

He shrugs, gripping your waist again as he pulls you close. “Let’s find out now.”

Then it comes again, that wave of anticipation drowning you before you can even get to the surface for air. The kiss is as desperate as the first, hard, and his weight presses you against the bedroom door with a loud thud. It hurts a little, but you’re more focused on the way your whole body tingles when his hands roam your bust, squeezing and caressing every inch of skin they find in their path. His mouth tastes like cigarettes and alcohol on yours, yet his movements are as sober as it gets. Cold, long fingers grip at your sides and you put your legs around his hips in a tight hold, reflexively.

Your dress is violently pushed up and your underwear is swiftly put to the side, exposing your core to the coldness of the room. A moan escapes your lips as Tom enters you with no delicacy and he finds your swollen mouth for another deep, wet kiss. You both wanted this, there wasn’t really need for any ceremonies. And the eyes in fact did not lie; not with his sweaty body trapping yours in such an urgent pounding, not with the way his breath mixed in with yours from time to time, making you share the same hot air. He let out a quiet groan when your walls tightened around him and you smiled briefly, not being able to hold back the loud sounds leaving your own mouth when his tongue went towards the spot between your breasts, painting it glossy with his saliva.

“Fuck, fuck!”, you blurted out, digging your nails on his shoulders.

His hips were crushing you against the wooden door now and you were sure the thud was blaring enough to be heard outside in the hallway, but you couldn’t care less. He thrust one, two, three times more and a third wave of anticipation hit your body, while you trembled in his arms before going absolutely limp. Tom came right after, splashing the inside of your thighs in white colour. You stayed with your legs straddling him for a few seconds, trying to catch your breath.

The silence between you was somewhat pleasant and you let yourself forget everything, for that moment: Michael, your marriage, the family business... All that mattered now was how tender Tom’s hands were caressing your hips under the dress mindlessly, while his face was buried in your neck. His mouth was still pressed to your skin, but it did nothing there. No kiss, it just lingered on your pores. You felt a shiver up your spine as your eyes met his again, only to find there not a single drop of regret or shame.

Tom then left a quick peck on your collarbone, seeming to be entertained by how your chest rose up and down. “Are you okay?”, he speaks softly, waiting for your answer with no rush in his bearing. This was nice, you reckoned, how so much different he was from your husband. Michael’s calmness was calculating, cold, intense; Tom’s was soothing. You appreciated that right now.

“I am”, you murmur, with heated cheeks as you remember the position you’re both still in. “Are you?”

Tom looks away for a moment, seeming to think of his reply. Then a faint smile paints his lips, and you just know. But he asks, anyway, “can’t you see it in my eyes?”

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