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#colt was my BABY BOY

marshallmallows · 4 months

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sincerely going insane over the release of ride or die’s book 2 plot 😭 IT SOUNDS SO GOOD. it’s criminal (heh. hehe) how they never actually ended up writing it. i literally would do anything for this book to come back even if it’s not as good as the first one or if their lead writer is gone

#PLEASE I BEG #give me back my baby… my ride or die baby #also seeing where everyone ended up after 5 years is so bittersweet #because FIVE YEARS…?#anyway i wonder if colts engagement was fr romance or just a power play #probably a power play but imagine how angsty it would be if he replaced his driver forever 🫠#ride or die a bad boy romance #choices

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seeingivy · 5 months

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lovesick

actor!eren x reader

**part of my method acting series

an: come get yall juice

songs mentioned: lovesick by laufey!

previous part linked here

Ten minutes later and you’re all standing outside the house, as the blaring fire truck pulls up to the curb. And you give everyone an awkward sheepish smile, as you all shiver in the cold November night, as the firefighters march into the house.

It seems that in your efforts to be…..symbolic, you accidentally set the fire alarm off.

Which has the group of you outside, freezing in the November cold, as you wait for them to exit the house and safely turn the alarm off.

“Right. So what exactly were you doing, Y/N?” Levi seethes, irritatedly rubbing his biceps in the cold of the night. He’s heroically given up his jacket for Hange, whose currently teasing Sasha and Niccolo about something.

“Why do you think its me?” you respond.

“It came from that room. And I know damn well Colt and Porco aren’t stupid enough to do something like that.” Levi responds.

“Hey. Porco is plenty stupid.”

“I heard that.” Porco grumbles.

You shoot him a smile, as he walks over with Colt and the two of them reach forward to shove you. You shove back, the three of you laughing into the night as Levi grumbles some more about firefighters and the bills and walks away.

“Colt. I’m cold.” you murmur.

“Okay. Why don’t you go ahead and start another fire to generate some warmth?” Colt responds, glaring.

“Or you could just be a good big brother and give me your jacket?” you respond, giving him a big smile.

“Absolutely not, twerp. You literally set my room, that you are not welcome in, on fire.” Colt states.

“Where else am I supposed to sleep? Do you want me to cuddle up with Eren?”

Colt glares, before shoving you and responding.

“Share with Mikasa. Stop being a little baby bitch about the maid of honor thing.”

“I’m not being a baby bitch!” you respond.

“You kind of are, love.” Porco responds.

“You keep your stupid British butt out of this, innit love. I just don’t want to make her uncomfortable. She wants to room with her fiance and I’m going to let her.” you respond, mimicking Porco’s British accent.

“Oh yeah. That’s why the two of you keep giving each other wistful, longing looks whenever you’re around each other. You’d think it was the two of you getting married.” Colt spits back, his breath materializing in the cold air.

Colt aggressively rattles your head one last time before moving to where Gabi and Falco were standing as Porco makes a gesture to take his jacket off. Which has you yanking him by the ear and fervently whispering in his ear.

“Are you fucking stupid?” you whisper.

“Eh?” Porco responds.

“If you are trying to romance Pieck, why are you giving me your jacket?”

“You were just bitching about how you were cold.” Porco deadpans.

“Well, go find out if she’s bitching about being cold. And give her your jacket. Must I do everything for you?” you respond, pinching his ear harder.

Porco, you are quick to find out, has the same romantic capabilities as a valencia orange. Which means that in all the time you’ve spent freeloading in their room, Porco has enlisted your help in romancing Pieck, who has caught his eye.

Porco rolls his eyes as he walks over, and you shoot him a satisfied smile when Pieck wraps his jacket around her cold arms, particularly pink in the cheeks as the two of them talk in the cold.

Eren, Connie, Jean, and Mikasa, however, are not aware of this. Which has the four of them, particularly Eren, groaning from ten feet away at the sight of the two of you together, giving each other warm smiles in the cold.

“Imagine losing the love of your life to a British guy. Twice.” Connie states.

“Shut up.” Eren grumbles, shoving him in the side.

“First he colonizes your country and then your girlfriend?” Jean asks.

“She’s not my girlfriend, need I remind you.” Eren responds, glaring.

“Just when we thought Y/N was done with London Boys…” Connie adds, earning an angry shove from both Eren and Mikasa.

“The British are coming, Eren! The British are coming!” Jean screams, saluting Miksasa and Eren.

“He’s not from London, dumbass.” Mikasa responds.

“Her kid’s first word is going to be bruv…” Connie adds, putting on the thickest accent he can muster.

“They’re not having kids!” Eren groans.

“You guys are so mean! Leave Eren alone, you know how much it must hurt him to see something like that. Especially when he’s been so lonely and-”

“Wow. Thank you, Mikasa. Your defense of me is so moving.” Eren states.

Eren rolls his eyes, as the group of them snicker at his response, and they all immediately wrap their arms around him. A common habit the three of them have, knowing damn well that Eren’s mind is the worst place to be at times, and that sometimes their presence and stupid jokes is enough to put a damper on that internal monologue that plagues Eren constantly.

“Go fight for your girl, Eren. She doesn’t even know what you did for her.” Mikasa states.

“Correction. What I tried to do for her. And you go fight for your best friend. Who should be your maid of honor instead of that rodeo clown, Amy, by the way.”

“Hey.” Mikasa states, glaring at him.

“I swear to god, my feet have bruises from when we practiced walking down the aisle. I’m going to be in a wheelchair by the time we make it to the wedding, Mika.”

“You’re just saying that because you want Y/N to be walking down with you instead of Amy.” Mikasa counters.

“Well, yes. Obviously. But even besides that, do you really want Amy to be at your side during your wedding, Mikasa? Y/N is your best friend. Mind you, this wedding wouldn’t even be happening without me and her. We’re the only reason you guys got to have all those sleepovers back in the day.”

“You’re full of shit, Eren. You’re acting like you didn’t benefit from those sleepovers either.” Jean counters.

“No one had a sleepover with me. Which is just fucking rude in my opinion.” Connie adds, rather unhelpfully.

Eren frowns, as he looks over at you. Your head is angled up, staring at the stars littered across the sky and the tiniest crescent moon shining down on all of you. Eren swallows hard, trying his best to aid you in your efforts to make amends.

“I’m just saying, Mikasa. This is your wedding. You only get married once ….do you really not want her to be a part of it?” Eren asks.

Eren watches Mikasa, at the wistful look on her face, as she watches you stand there alone, crunching the rocks under your feet as you hop in the cold of the night. Eren gives Mikasa one last pointed glare before walking over and standing at your side.

“Hi Margaret.”

“Hi Bruce.” you respond.

“Did you pick up arson as a hobby in your free time?” he asks.

“Of course! Arson is good for the environment. I’m very passionate about climate change.” you respond, earning a laugh from him.

“How so?”

“Fires stimulate new growth. Recycles nutrients in the ground, clears the forest floors of debris, and opens it up to sunlight.” you murmur.

“Oh, yeah. Porco’s carpet is really flourishing right now.” Eren responds.

“Exactly! You get me.” you respond, as the two of you laugh into the night.

Eren’s quick to take his own jacket off, wrapping it around your shoulders, as you give him a glare.

“Just when I think you’ve reached the peaks of your cornniness, you always seem to astound me, Eren Jaeger.”

“What can I say? I’m an overachiever, princess.” Eren responds, pinching the softness of your cheek.

The two of you laugh as you both smile at each other, in the chill of the night. He’s about to speak, but on cue, the firefighters walk out of the house and you both get distracted, running to huddle back into the house. Levi murmurs something about hot chocolate, which has the group of you jumping in excitement, as you all settle into the kitchen and the dining table.

And as always, Falco is scribbling some mess in his notebook, something you’ve found him doing almost everyday this week. You slide into the seat across from him and Niccolo, giving Gabi a polite smile at your side, as you look up at him.

“Hi Coco.”

“Hi Y/N.”

“What are you up to?” you ask.

Like a deer caught in headlights, Falco immediately slams the book shut and gives Gabi and Niccolo painstaking glares before awkwardly laughing.

“Nothing! Drawing!” Falco rambles.

“Are you doing nothing or are you drawing?” you ask.

“Nothing. I’m doing nothing.” he responds.

You give Gabi and Niccolo a pointed glare.

“You would tell me if he was writing my name a hundred times in the Death Note, right?”

Gabi and Niccolo laugh, as Gabi and Falco immediately run off for their hot chocolate and you move to Niccolo’s side. The group of them join you with their steaming cups of hot chocolate and you shoot Connie a grateful smile when he sets one down in front of you.

“He really isn’t plotting my death, is he?” you ask Niccolo.

“No. No. Don’t be silly, Y/N.” he responds.

You sigh, wrapping your fingers around the warm mug.

“I know. I just haven’t…fought with him like this before. It’s weird to have an awkward air to us.” you respond.

“You haven’t fought with Falco, ever. You guys both fight with me.” Colt corrects.

“Well, you’re annoying, Colt.” you respond.

You turn back to Niccolo, gesturing for him to give you an explanation.

“Falco’s trying to impress you, Y/N.” Niccolo states.

“Huh?”

“He’s writing a song. Trying to prove to you that he should be here.” he states.

You deflate. You never meant to make Falco feel like you thought he was untalented. That he didn’t deserve to be here.

“Is the song good? Please tell me he’s a songbird and less of a…falcon.” Connie responds.

“You’re not as funny as you think you are, Connie.” Mikasa deadpans, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, it’s great. I can tell he has a lot of promise, this is the type of stuff we get in demos at the label.” Niccolo responds.

“Label?” you ask.

“I worked with a label for a while back as a producer. I kind of decided it wasn’t my thing a while ago and went into acting.” Niccolo states.

“Would you happen to know anything about like…making deals regarding albums and stuff?” you ask.

“Yeah. Why do you ask?”

The smallest spark of hope flares in you.

“I have a dilemma. I was wondering if you could shed some light on it for me?” you ask.

“Sure. What’s up?” Niccolo asks.

Eren and Connie give each other a look.

“When I signed on with Danny and Sareen, I promised the label four albums. The thing is, I…kind of fired them before I got to the fourth one and then released that one independently.”

“You fired them?” Gabi asks, eyes wide.

“Yeah. They…they weren’t great. Anyways, they’re kind of claiming that they have ownership under the fourth album and that it’s in violation of my contract with them to have released something before the contract was up. So all of the royalties for streaming the songs goes to them but since I’m not technically an employee of the label anymore they…..they don’t pay me a cent of the money.”

The group of them go silent, eyes wide as they stare back at you. You note that Levi and Hange’s ears perk up from where they’re standing too, five feet away in the kitchen with the mugs.

“Which album is this, Y/N?” Annie asks.

“The Lucky One.”

“What?” Annie states.

The group of them break out into their own chatter, Connie and Eren being noticeably silent in the mix. Annie and Armin are going on about how ridiculous it is, Porco making it a point to note that it’s your most streamed albums, that the money must be somewhere in the millions as you give them all a polite smile.

“Is there anything I can do, Nico?” you ask.

Niccolo sighs.

“I don’t know many people who have been successful with this type of thing. But I’ll see what I can find out for you, okay? We’ll think of something.” Niccolo responds, his mouth upturned as he frowns at you.

“Okay. Thanks Nico, I-I was just wondering. I’m not holding my breath about it or anything.” you respond.

The group of them shuffle back into their own individual conversations, as Mikasa takes the empty seat at your side.

“Hey.”

“I’m sorry you don’t get any of the money for the Lucky One, Y/N. It’s a really great album.”

“Thank you, Mikasa. Really.” you respond, squeezing her hands in yours.

You both lift your mugs, the silence enveloping the two of you as you try to think of the words.

To make amends.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come to your engagement party.” you respond.

“Oh- that’s-”

“Can I…can I explain?” you ask.

Mikasa nods.

“I found out that I didn’t own the album anymore the day before the party. And I had every intention of coming actually, I had packed the bags and bought a dress and booked a plane ticket but…”

You sigh.

“My music is the one thing that I owned. If there was any merit to me, if people called me fake and a slut and everything in between, there was….little they could say about the music. It was mine. I wrote it, I put my heart and soul into it just to…” you ramble.

“I can imagine, Y/N.” Mikasa responds, softly.

“It’s….it took so much out of me to make all four of those albums. And it’s not that I’m not proud of them but they were the reason it was so hard. To think that they still make money off of me, after everything they did is…”

“A good reason not to come to an engagement party.” Mikasa finishes.

“I should have been there still. Or at least told you. About everything that happened and I’m really sorry about that but-”

Mikasa sets her mug down at the table and immediately wraps her arms around you, her hands soft in your hairs as you deflate into your shoulder. When you look up, Connie, Jean, and Eren are smiling at the two of you and you make it a point to glare at them. Connie mouths something that looks an awful lot like “maid of honor” which has you rolling your eyes.

When you all shuffle back into your rooms, Mikasa gives you a tight hug before you go to bed. And you relish in what you can get.

“Your head is going to explode if you think any harder.” Levi states, crossing his legs as he sits beside you on the floor.

You sigh, hiking your knees to your chest. You watch Falco and Kaya run around the set, playing with the extra ODM gear lying around the set. He’s laughing hard, excitedly panting as he runs along the perimeter of the room.

“Talk.” Levi states.

“Am I a cavewoman, Levi?” you mutter.

“Evidently.” Levi responds.

You sigh.

“I’m just wondering how we’re going to protect Falco, Gabi, and Kaya from all this stuff.” you murmur.

Levi meets your line of vision, watching the three of them now running around. And you and Levi rise to have the same conversation you had months ago, though relatively calmer this time around.

“I understand why you want to, but you have to let go of that, Y/N.” Levi responds.

“Why? He’s my brother, Levi. And Gabi and Kaya are so sweet, they’re so…full of life. I’d hate to see that ripped from them just because people are horrible.” you murmur.

“Did you listen when I warned you, Y/N? Did Eren?” he asks.

You rest your chin against the tops of your knees, as you hug your knees closer to your chest.

“Levi…”

“There are some lessons you have to learn on your own. You can’t learn their lessons for them. All you can do is be there to catch them if they fall.” Levi responds.

You lean your head against the back wall.

“It’s a touch pill to swallow and I get that. Trust me, I’ve been ten different levels of frustrated with myself when I wasn’t able to stop certain things from happening. But-”

“None of those things were your fault, Levi.” you respond.

“If something does happen to Falco and Gabi, it won’t be your fault either.”

You sigh.

“Everyone goes through things like this. These aren’t just…isolated to us because we’re famous. Granted, they are on public display for people to see, but everyone goes through this kind of thing. These are just the…obstacles that we’ve been given.” Levi responds.

“Okay, Levi. I’ll try to get there.” you respond.

Levi looks over at you, eyebrows raised.

“You feeling okay? You’re listening to me without any pushback?” he states, lightly shoving you.

“Shut up. I’m turning over a new leaf. Trying to do this thing called making amends.” you respond.

Levi smiles in response, a hand coming down on your hair.

“Consider us amended. So what’s your deal with Mikasa then?” he states.

You groan.

“She’s your cousin, Levi. You tell me what her deal is with me.” you respond.

“I believe she picked our resident pain in the ass, Amy, as her maid of honor because she literally had to pick one. The wedding isn’t too far out and she needs the help since Jean can’t help when it comes to type of this thing.” Levi resopnds.

You hum in response.

“Not that Amy is any help either. Not that I hate my own family but…Amy’s always been a bit of a…tough nut to swallow. She’s made a couple of weird comments to Hange, so obviously I hate her. Just doesn’t understand the whole fame thing, that’s all.”

You snort.

“It’s weirdly nice to have her around. I- she asks me all these overbearing questions. Kind of prepares me for when I’ll start having to do press again.” you murmur.

“I won’t send you on the press tour unless you’re ready for it. And you know there will be multiple with the season being split into three, so…don’t rush into it all.” Levi responds.

You nod, giving him a polite smile.

“Thank you, Levi. For always being there to catch me.” you respond.

“Don’t thank me for basic human decency, brat.” Levi spits, standing up to join Hange on the other side of the room.

You smile as you walk up to Connie, who is aggressively scribbling on the whiteboard. There’s two columns and his chicken scratch handwriting on the space.

Father versus Daddy.

“Is anyone going to explain?” you ask, settling into the seat between Mikasa and Sasha.

“They’re ranking everyone’s new Season Four looks. But Connie’s insisting that you cannot compare fathers and daddies. And Jean is forcing us all to do it anyways.” Sasha explains.

You hum in response, as you tune into Connie’s incessant rambling.

“No, listen. Why would you compare Reiner and Eren? That’s not even the same playing field!” Connie shouts.

“Well, if you’re making an objective list, you have to compare them.” Jean states.

“Whose the daddy and the father between Reiner and Eren?” you ask.

“Princess, don’t ask stupid questions.” Connie states, rolling his eyes.

“What? It’s a valid question.” you deflect.

“Eren is obviously the daddy. And Reiner is father. Look at that beard.” Connie states, grabbing Reiner by the cheeks and squishing his skin.

You smile.

“Facial hair really suits you, Reiner. Unlike some people.”

There’s a good amount of laughter, as you look over at Eren who rolls his eyes at you.

“Okay, everyone pick. Are we picking Eren or Reiner for the first spot?” Connie asks.

“I still think it’s rude that I was eliminated at the last round. It’s very hard to pull off a mullet.” Jean states.

“Stop quoting your fiance! You lost out fair and square.” Niccolo shouts.

After Connie counts the votes, Reiner beats out Eren by one vote, to which Reiner’s satisfiedly smiles. Levi calls for Eren to start filming, as you turn on your seats to watch him film.

The ends of Eren’s voice are lost to you as he takes his shirt off and the group of you go silent.

Eren’s raking his fingers through his own hair as he secures it at the back of his neck, just for Connie to start hollering at him and Jean starts wolf whistling. There’s a pink flush climbing up Eren’s neck as he flips the two of them off, before turning back to Levi.

“Can I change my vote?” Pieck asks, earning a fit of laughter from the group.

And you’d love to relish in the discourse, because Eren’s clearly been working out, but you’re entirely distracted by the three, jagged pink scars running along the length of Eren’s back. The makeup team is quick to walk onto the set, quickly masking the scarred tissue as Eren shoots them a polite smile.

“Eren was my celebrity crush when I was little.” Gabi states.

“Me too!” Kaya responds, the two of them giggling into their hands.

Falco is seething behind you at their admissions as Connie joins you at your side, picking up on your blank stare as you watch Eren lean forward on the sink.

“Real cutie, isn’t he?” Connie asks, elbowing you in your side.

You roll your eyes.

“You can’t even say no. You voted for him.” Connie responds.

“Yes. I’m aware, Connie.”

Levi shoots you and Connie a glare, as you both apologize and quiet your voices.

“The marks on Eren’s back, Connie.” you murmur, softly.

Connie nods, almost too understanding of what’s plaguing you.

“That’s Eren’s story to tell you. But it happened on set, a while back.”

You look back at Eren, as him and Hange act out the scene. At the raised skin on his back, in between the tautness of his muscle. You absentmindedly think that if you were to run your hands on his bare back, it would no longer be a smooth surface like the last time you held him. There would be raised skin in the mix, that soft, pink tissue.

“We should just count ourselves lucky that Hange and Levi never endangered our lives when they had us doing stunts.” Connie states.

You nod, the thought sombering your mood all together when you realize what he means.

That Eren was hurt by people being careless with his safety.

“Ask him about it. He’ll tell you.”

“He doesn’t tell me anything. We just kind of awkwardly pretend nothing happened.”

“Do you ask?” Connie states.

“What am I supposed to say? Hey, remember when you said our entire relationship was fake on a really popular podcast? What did you mean by that?”

Connie sighs.

“Start small. There’s a lot for you both to unpack. It takes a second.” Connie murmurs.

“There’s a lot for you to unpack too, Connie. Like the fact that you and Eren are best friends? Because the last time I saw you, you quite literally had just fist fought him a few days prior and said he was the reason you were even addicted in the first place.” you respond.

Connie sighs.

“I was wrong. When you came, mind you, I was already so far gone. And anything I was saying, you…you shouldn’t give merit to it. I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for Eren. He was the one who took me to rehab. And made sure that I stayed there. All while he was trying to help Lana and-”

Connie stops abruptly.

“Just pressure him. He’s been preparing what he’s going to say to you for so long. And he’s just scared to let it all out after so long.”

You frown, the irritation festering in you, as Eren walks up, a smile plastered on his face. Connie holds his shirt out for him before walking away, as Eren takes the seat next to you.

“Hi Margaret.”

“Hi Bruce.” you grumble, glaring at him.

The two of you sit in silence as you ponder how to approach it, keeping your eyes fixed on the crew changing the set for the next scenes.

“What happened to your back, Eren?”

You notice Eren immediately tense up next to you, his hands tightly clasped together, as he swallows hard.

“Y/N.”

“I want to know what happened to your back. What you meant when you talked to me backstage at the awards show. Why you took me to that beach.”

It’s almost like you’ve broken some wall between you, that tiny porcelain barrier that you and Eren never touch. Because Eren’s eyes go wide, his demeanour entirely different, like a downtrodden animal. And he looks just like he did at the awards show, a person who seems miles away.

“I want to know why the fuck you went on that podcast and acted like you didn’t care about me. I want to know if you fucking care about me, Eren.”

“Of course I care about you!” he murmurs.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Eren. You insinuating you only wanted me for my body gave me a pause for a second there.” you spit.

Eren shuts his eyes, in frustration or pain you can’t quite tell, as he unclasps his hands.

“Why did you let me break up with you because Sareen and Danny asked me to?” you ask.

“Why did you break up with me because Danny and Sareen told you to, Y/N?” Eren counters.

Your throat burns.

“Well, I-”

“Why did you come to see me for my birthday, Y/N? Could you not tell that I didn’t want you there?” Eren asks.

The embarrassment courses through you.

“I came to tell you that I still loved you, Eren. I came there because I wanted to be with you.” you counter.

“And I stopped talking to you, I pulled away because I couldn’t have you be there with me. That is the last place I could have you be, Y/N.” Eren responds, frustrated.

“I get it. You don’t want to be with me. You don’t need to keep fucking rem-”

“Do you have selective hearing? Where did I say that I didn’t want you? I said I couldn’t have you be there with me. Those are two different things.” he seethes.

You glare at him.

“You sound like a dumbass, Eren. Your actions were literally-”

“What part of that trip made it seem like I didn’t fucking want you? If you critically think, for two seconds Y/N, you would realize that the fact that I fucking loved you so much I couldn’t even stay away when you showed up. But I couldn’t have you there. Because if it came down to it, when I had to pick between covering someone else or taking care of you, I’d pick you. And I…I couldn’t. There was too much at stake and-” Eren rambles.

“You aren’t even making sense, Eren. What could possibly be at stake?” you shout.

Eren sighs.

“Everything, Y/N.” Eren responds, softly.

He reaches down, taking one of his hands in yours, as he presses hard on your knuckles. There’s nothing behind his eyes, or rather something simmering deep down, as he avoids your gaze. And the entire…demeanour is enough to push back the wave of anger and let that small soft spot that you have for Eren rise up.

That always coaxed him into talking.

“Y/N.”

“What?”

“I’m asking you that when the time comes, you’ll hear me out. I-I have answers for you. All of them, almost every single one I just need you to wait. For me. Please.” Eren begs.

You know the look in his eyes too well. The desperation. The same desperation that Eren had when he asked you if you still belonged to him, on that beach.

And for a second time, you give in.

“Don’t make me wait forever, Bruce.”

The wall is back up.

“I won’t, Margaret.” Eren responds.

He drops your hands, before walking away with his hands shaking, as you swallow that acidic bile in your throat. And try to rack your mind for the hundredth time, trying to figure out what Eren means.

There’s something about Sasha and Niccolo that makes your heart yearn.

You place your hands flat on Sasha’s shoulders, wrapping your coat around her arms, as she smiles at you in the mirror. You’ve braided the front of her hair, Mikasa’s twisted little flowers into the ends, and Gabi’s brushed all your sparkly makeup over her face to the best of her desires.

Because Sasha and Niccolo are going on their first date.

And there’s something about both of their demeanours, the way they act around each other, that leaves a pit in your chest. And comes with a mix of emotions - going every which way.

First, an overwhelmingly abundant feeling of happiness for Sasha. Because if her words were any inkling to you, it seems like this agonizing want, to be held, to be loved, is something that has plagued Sasha for years. And being here - being around Jean and Mikasa, Levi and Hange, even you and Eren - you’re almost positive that Sasha’s been walking around with this pit, with this yearning in her chest her entire life.

It almost makes it sweeter that she’s getting it now.

Second, there’s some part of it that leaves you with this warm, soft feeling in your stomach. Because the group of you - Sasha, Mikasa, Annie, Pieck, and even Gabi - you’d spent all day together. Picking out Sasha’s outfit, letting her pick out the jewelery, and tell you all the things that Niccolo had planned for her.

That the two of them were going to go on a picnic, by a lake nearby. That Niccolo had spent all this time planning the date with all the guys - that Eren told him about the place, that Jean picked out the food to make with him, that Connie’s been giving one liners to Niccolo to use the entire night.

And third, it makes you long for something you don’t quite have anymore. That at one point, there was someone that filled you with that type of joy. That you know the full extents of her happiness, because you were once in that spot, and even worse, know exactly what could be waiting for her if things go south.

It leaves you with many things. Longing, yearning, fear, and protectiveness. Over Sasha.

Downstairs, Eren is having the same feelings, as the group of them threaten Niccolo at the dining table. Jean, Connie, Armin, and Eren made it a point to make sure that Niccolo, sweet sweet Niccolo, was going to show Sasha the time of her life tonight.

Connie’s having way too much fun with it. Meaning, that he’s got a flood light that he stole from set that he’s shining in Niccolo’s face. Like he’s in an interrogation.

“What are your intentions with Sasha, Niccolo? If that’s even your real name.” Connie seethes.

“Niccolo is my real name. And I just want to take her on a date. M-make her feel special.”

“Likely story, bitch boy.” Jean screams, slamming his fist down on the table.

Eren looks over, giving Armin a weary look, as Jean and Connie continue.

“What food did you make, lover boy?” Connie asks.

“Um, Sasha once mentioned that she wanted to try ratatouille? Like from the movie? So I made that and the sides are mashed potatoes since she likes-”

“How do you know she’s going to like it? What are you going to do if she doesn’t?” Jean asks.

“Take her somewhere else. Make sure that she eats something she likes?” Niccolo asks, a bead of sweat on his forehead.

Armin leans over, whispering in Eren’s ear.

“They’re having way too much fun doing this. I almost feel bad for the guy.” Armin states.

“I know. Sasha’s going to wring their necks out when she finds out they did this.” Eren responds.

“That, I want a front row show for. Sasha always has the funniest insults.”

“God, I know. I’m so lucky she wasn’t there when we were all talking about Hobo Eren for the first time. I’m afraid my self esteem wouldn’t be able to survive that.” Eren mutters back.

Armin laughs, with has Eren’s chest writhing in ten different ways, as Connie starts interrogating Niccolo about where he’s going to place his hands on Sasha tonight.

“Okay, Con. That’s enough.” Eren states, giving Armin a knowing look as they both take a seat across from Niccolo.

“Ah. Right, I hope you know that I-I have the best intentions with Sasha tonight. I really, really like her and I would never do anything to hurt her.” Niccolo states, hands up in defense as he looks at Armin and Eren.

Eren fights the urge to smile.

“You better.” Eren states, face blank as he looks at Niccolo.

“H-huh?” Niccolo asks.

“You heard him. You better.” Armin repeats, mimicking Eren’s expression.

“Right. I-I just said that I did.” Niccolo responds.

“Great. Then we won’t have a problem. Do you want a problem, Niccolo?” Armin states, folding his hands on the table.

“N-no.” he responds.

“Why did you stutter, Niccolo?” Eren asks, pinching his eyes at him.

On cue, Eren and Armin are cut off from their version of Jean and Connie’s interrogation, which they’re sure is more horrifying than theirs, as all the girls run down the stairs and start giggling. Eren’s thrown off by the excited look on your face, at your hands linked with Mikasa.

“Oh! Oh, Nico stand up! You look so cute.” you state, squeezing Mikasa’s hands as you look at him.

His soft blonde curls are tamed against his forehead, the tiniest bouquet of little flowers bunched up in his hands. You can tell that he’s a little nervous - from the way he’s awkwardly smiling at the group of you and the little flush on his cheeks - which has your heart squelching even more.

“Sasha’s a lucky girl.” Mikasa agrees, a wide smile on her face.

“Speaking of Sasha, I think she’s ready.” Annie states.

The group of you all stand to the side, arm linked with Sasha’s, as Sasha stumbles down the stairs. Niccolo and Sasha have matching pink flushes rushing up their necks as they awkwardly smile at each other, Sasha stumbling over her words when Niccolo hands her the flowers and Niccolo nearly losing it over Sasha calling him handsome.

“You two. If I found out you bothered him, I’m going to wring your necks out.” Sasha states, pointing over to the boys with a menacing glare.

“We didn’t do anything!” Jean whines.

“I’m not talking to you, Jean. I’m talking to you two.” Sasha states, accusingly pointing at Eren and Armin.

“We didn’t do anything. Right, Niccolo?” Eren asks, giving him his best peachy smile.

“Of course not!” Niccolo states, linking his hands with Sasha as the two of them give you all waves goodbye and you all clump by the door to watch them settle into the car.

Armin and Eren are directly behind you, giggling about something, as the two of them drive off.

“You guys are so mean. You probably scared the guy to death.” you state.

“It was nothing that wasn’t necessary, Y/N.” Eren responds, crossing his hands over his chest.

“If anything, I would argue it was noble. Wouldn’t you agree, Eren?” Armin states, leaning his elbow on Eren’s shoulder, like he’s deep in thought.

“I think I would, Armin.” Eren responds, the two of them giving admonishing look.

“He’s a sweet guy!” you whine.

“We know that. But this is Sasha. I can’t have him going around thinking he’s in her league or something.” Eren states.

“Sasha is basically a national treasure. We’re have to remind him of his place here.” Armin states.

You roll your eyes, pushing past the both of them, as you roll your eyes. You pad into the kitchen, rummaging around for snacks, as Eren follows behind you. And right when you’re about to pour yourself a bowl of cereal, Eren’s quick to snatch the box from your hands.

“Sorry. We’re eating proper food for dinner tonight.” Eren states, giving you a peachy smile.

“You’re so annoying.” you grumble, trying to reach for the box again.

“Cereal is good. But you have to balance it out. With some protein or add some fruits in it or something.” Eren adds.

“Or I can just eat it right now and you can quit it.”

“Nope. We’re eating pasta.” Eren states, now rummaging through all the cabinets as he sets out to make the food.

You push up on the counter, dangling your feet off the edge, as you get a weird sense of deja vu.

Of your first date with Eren.

“Can I cut the vegetables?”

Eren looks over, just to give you a pointed glare. And you fight the urge to laugh, and ignore that stirring in your chest, that he remembers. Or more appropriately, still doesn’t trust you to cook in the kitchen with him.

“Do you think you’re some kind of comedian, Margaret?”

“No. I’m a really good cook now. You can trust me.”

Eren leans against the counter, a hand on his hip, as you roll your eyes.

“Right. Need I remind you, you almost set the house on fire a few days ago. God knows what you’re going to do if I let you do this.” Eren sneers.

“You’re so-”

“For all we know, you’re going to start a grease fire! And then try to throw water at it to put it out.”

“Do you not put fires out with water?”

Eren laughs.

“Oil and water don’t mix, princess. Were you born yesterday?”

You fight the urge to laugh, at how sassy Eren is being, as you reach for the vegetables lying directly to his side. And when you pull out the cutting board and the knife from the drawer, Eren’s scoffing at you.

“Yeah, right. Use the safety knife.” Eren states.

“Am I five years old, Eren?”

“Litearlly yes. Give me like two minutes, I’ll do it.” Eren responds.

You roll your eyes, as you attend to cutting the little vegetables, dicing the onions and the bell peppers to the best of your ability.

“Do you think Sasha’s having fun?” you ask.

“It’s Niccolo. I’m sure he’s putting on a good time for her. And if he isn’t, Armin and I are going to wring his neck out when he comes back.”

“You and Armin, huh?”

Eren’s shoulders deflate, the smallest makings of a smile on his face.

“It’s not anything like that, Y/N. We just don’t play about Sasha, that’s all.” Eren responds.

“Or, you two are making amends. Baby steps.”

Eren smiles.

“Maybe. I hope so.” he responds.

“I love how you guys are all protective of Sasha. It’s really sweet, actually.” you murmur.

“Well, it’s Sash. She’s basically like our little sister.” Eren responds.

“I know. But it just reminds me of when we were younger and stuff. Sasha, she never really had someone interested in her like that. I think some part of her really internalized that type of stuff, so I’m glad we’re all able to make her feel special now.” you respond.

“How so?”

“I don’t know. I can’t really speak to it personally, but from what Sasha said, some part of her took it really seriously. That it was something about her, that it was her personality or her looks and that’s why people didn’t like her like that.”

Eren frowns.

“Sasha’s beautiful. And she’s funny. We’re so protective of her because she’s so special.” Eren responds.

“I know that. I just mean, when you don’t get that type of attention, you tend to…let it stick with you. It even happens to people who haven’t been in relationships for a while. Like the yearning, the longing for something like that just makes you kind of…down.” you mumble.

Eren looks over at you, green eyes peering into yours.

“Are you down, Y/N?” he asks.

“What?”

“I was just asking if you were down. It’s been a while since you’ve been in a relationship.” Eren responds, the tone of his voice heartfelt.

You sigh.

“Okay, Mr. Long Term Relationship. I don’t want to seem like I’m jealous of Sasha, I’m actually really happy for her-”

“I’m not in a long term relationsip.” Eren responds.

“You’re not?” you ask.

Eren looks over at you and frowns.

“Did you really go into hibernation the two years you were gone? I haven’t been in a relationship for almost a year and a half now.” Eren responds.

“Oh.”

Eren smiles.

“Yeah, oh. But continue with what you were saying.” Eren gestures.

“I don’t know. Sometimes you just want someone to hold you.” you respond.

You reach for the next set of vegetables, the slicing sound distracting you from that palpable tension in the air.

“I get that. I feel that way too sometimes. Especially around Jean and Mikasa.” Eren responds.

“God, don’t get me started. They’re so sweet it makes my stomach hurt.” you respond.

You must have been too distracted by the premise, because you cut down into the softness of your fingers and immediately hiss in pain. Eren’s all too quick to move to your side, his head peering over your shoulder as he immediately starts scolding you.

“You know, this is why I told you not to cut the vegetables, Margaret.”

“Are you really having an “I told you so moment” while I’m bleeding out, Bruce?” you deadpan.

“You aren’t bleeding out, drama queen.”

Eren’s quick to reach over you, pulling out the stack of alcohol wipes and bandaids from the cupboard. He places his hands on your shoulders, twisting you to face him as he holds his hand out. You instinctively high five his hand, which he rolls his eyes at.

“Your other hand, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes as you place your injured hand in his, ignoring his featherlike touch on your fingers as he carefully wraps the Cinderella bandaid around your finger. When Eren’s all set and done, he lightly curls his hand around yours, just to immediately pull it back when he realizes what he’s done.

“Thanks.” you respond.

“No problem. Now move over and let me cut these before I have to put a tourniquet on you.” Eren states, sliding you slightly to the side.

You watch Eren in silence, as he attentively makes the dinner for the two of you. And try to banish the thought from your mind, that if you and Eren were still together, that this is what every night would look like for the two of you. That he would have held you, when you said you wanted to be held.

“Have you written any new music lately?” Eren asks, plating the food onto the dishes before picking up both and gesturing for you to follow.

You shake your head, twisting the forks in your fingers.

“I actually haven’t written anything since the Lucky One. Since happiness.”

The two of you eat in silence, before Eren speaks again.

“It’s a beautiful song, Y/N.”

“Thank you.” you murmur.

The interviews fresh on your mind, particularly the fact that you have confirmation now that Eren’s watched it, which has your words, rather embarrassingly, ringing in your mind.

Eren Jaeger is the love of my life. He’s everything you want in the person you want to spend the rest of your life with and more. He’s kind, he’s sensitive, he’s all too willing to understand you. Too willing to meet you where you are, as you are, and look past all the bad parts of you.

You look over at him.

He’s still your Eren.

“Have you met the new you yet, Y/N?” Eren asks.

You understand what he means.

Have you forgiven him yet?

“I don’t know. There’s still some things I don’t know, Eren. And I’ve been patient but-”

“Everyone’s leaving for the first press tour on Friday.” Eren states.

You tilt your head to the side, in confusion.

“Everyone except you and me.” Eren adds.

“Oh.”

“I’ll have your answers. I just…I can’t have anyone here when we talk about this. All of it and-”

“Well, I wouldn’t want anyone here anyways. I can’t have any accomplices to my homicide.” you state.

Eren laughs, reaching over to lightly shove your shoulder, as he gestures for you to keep eating.

“Just two more days, okay?” Eren whispers.

“Okay, Eren.” you respond, a silent chill running down your spine.

You tap his foot under the table on instinct. And he taps on your foot back.

Falco’s seated at the piano, his entire demeanour a mix of nerves. His hairs a tousled mess, certainly from running his hands through it a hundred times, a sizable bead of sweat on his forehead, and his hands shaking underneath his legs.

You’re all sat around him in a circle, everyone anticipating Gabi’s arrival, as you all watch Falco nervously twitch on the bench. Last night, after Levi had finished his press brief, preparing everyone for answers to common questions (the main one being about whether or not you’re returning for season four), Falco cleared his throat and asked you all for a special request.

For everyone to gather on the set, early morning before everyone leaves for the press tour tomorrow. And after he shuffled out of the room, Niccolo made you all aware that he was planning on playing his new song for you.

Naturally, you all obliged. You’re all stuck in your own conversations, quietly musing and sharing the extra blankets on set, as Eren settles down next to you, crossing his legs over one another as he sits at your side. He’s holding out an extra blanket for you, which you gratefully smile at him for, before wrapping around yourself.

“Good morning, Margaret.”

“Hi Bruce.”

Eren smiles, his entire demeanour shifting. He’s the most calm you’ve seen him, at least in a while. You think it suits him. Meanwhile, you can’t help but feel like an anxious ball of nerves just being here next to him.

“Ready?” Eren asks.

Your heart drops.

“For?”

“Hearing Falco’s song. I heard from Gabi that it’s really great.” Eren states.

Right. He definitely wasn’t asking about the conversation you guys were going to have when everyone left.

“Yeah. I’m excited.” you respond.

“Me too.”

You swallow hard, giving Falco a smile as he glances over at you.

“And I didn’t forget, Y/N.” he adds, voice quiet so you’re the only one who can hear it.

You nod in response, acknowledging his words, as the dryness overtakes your throat. And on cue, Gabi runs into set, her hood pulled over her head, as she all but rambles as she walks in.

“Ah! Falco, guys. Oh my gosh, I’m so so sorry. I woke up late and then couldn’t find my clothes and-”

“It’s okay, Gabi.” Falco responds, giving her a soft smile.

“Oh, Falco. I really am sorry. But I’m here now. And you’ve got this!” she responds, holding her hand out.

Falco smiles big, reaching forward as him and Gabi complete some long winded and complicated handshake. And when they’re done, Gabi settles into the seat right next to Eren, as he reaches forward to pull the hood of her jacket down and she gives him an excited smile.

“Sorry for making you guys do this. I just-”

Falco stops short, absentmindedly pressing on one of the keys.

“Y/N has told me so much about what doing press is like. Before, when I was younger. That sometimes people would ask her questions that were weirdly inappropriate or…or ask her different questions than her male co-stars and…”

Your heart clenches.

“It bothered me so much to think that people said stuff like that to my sister. And now that I know all of you, I hate to think you’ve all been doing press like that too. I figure we’d all leave today on a high note? And I could share something I’ve been doing for a while with you, if that’s okay.” Falco rambles, the smallest flush creeping up his neck.

You all smile, huddling closer into your blanket as Falco starts playing the piano.

Floorboards creaking in my home Deathly silence when alone Oh, I wish that you were here right now So unlike me, somehow I Fell in love in just three nights Those November days still haunting me

Falco’s always been a great singer. He’s always been like this - so full of energy, his voice so full of life. And you’re sure that the tears falling down your cheeks, the smile creeping up on your face, is a byproduct of the hundreds of thoughts running across your mind, but mainly the pride swelling in your chest.

That Falco’s not five anymore and that he doesn’t need your help reaching the high cabinets. And that he may not always hold your hand like he did when he was seven, but he never flinches or denies you when you ask him to. Or that really, Falco’s grown up.

And you’re almost positive that Falco’s in love. With Gabi, whose smiling at him in awe, the clear signs of pride on her face as she watches him press down on the keys, his soft voice filling the air.

When the gold rays fell on your skin And my hair got caught in the wind The choir sang a melancholic hymn (ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah) In the morning, you would gone I'd be mourning, tryin' to hold on To the memory of your lips God, I'm so lovesick What have you done to me?

You look around the room to find Jean pulling Mikasa flesh against his chest, Sasha and Niccolo reaching to hold each other’s hands, Hange absentmindely leaning her head on Levi’s shoulder, just for him to bring his hand up to comb through her hair.

You look over at Eren, the soft smile on his face as he lightly bobs his head to the music. You must have been staring at him full on, because he looks over at you and smiles.

“When did Coco grow up?” he whispers.

“I’m literally getting a stomach ache thinking about how he’s not a baby anymore.” you respond, frowning at Falco as he finishes singing.

At how sweet he is. At how much you love him. And how you’re going to make sure, without a doubt, that no one gets to take this away from him.

Everyone reaches to give Falco big hugs, tousling his hair and excitedly shaking his tiny frame, as he makes his way over to where you and Eren are sitting on the floor. He lands criss cross in front of you, the smile not leaving his face.

“Did you like it, Y/N?” he asks, the look on his face hopeful.

You reach forward, taking his hands in yours.

“I loved it, Coco.”

“Really?”

“Are you crazy? It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” you respond, squeezing his hands hard.

Falco excitedly rushes in to hug you, only to tackle you hard straight into the ground. You both laugh, a tangled mix of limbs, and you hug him as hard as you can, trying to squeeze that big writhing feeling of love in your chest right onto him with your arms.

“I really love you, Y/N.” Falco murmurs.

“I really love you too, Falco. You’re going to be amazing at this. Like, triple threat level.” you respond.

“That’s rich coming from you.” Falco responds, pulling out of your arms as you pinch his cheek.

“Takes one to know one.” you respond.

You cup Falco’s face in your hands.

“You’ve got this. Really.” you murmur.

“I know.”

“Good. And remember, if anyone says anything shitty to Gabi-”

“I’ll defend her.” he responds.

You smile.

“I’ve taught you well. Though, you’ve never really needed my help. You’ve always been great on your own.”

“I’m lucky to learn from the best. And to have you. To protect me from all the bad stuff.” he adds.

You smile.

“I wish someone got to do it for you.” Falco adds.

“That’s okay. You were always there. You did more for me than you know.”

Falco smiles.

“Wanna know a secret?” Falco asks.

You nod.

“I know everyone hated those two years that you were gone. But they were my favorite.” Falco responds.

You smile hard, reaching forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Me too. I finally know how to hit people on Roblox now.”

Falco laughs, turning his head to respond to Gabi and Kaya who are calling him at your sides. Armin’s standing post with his camera, gesturing for him to join the picture.

And little by little, you watch every last one of them pad out of the set, the group of them giving you wistful goodbyes and promises to tell at least one interviewer to go fuck themselves on your behalf, until you and Eren are left sitting alone, on the bench of the piano.

He turns to you, green eyes wide and round, as they peer into yours.

“Ready, Y/N?”

You take a deep breath in.

“Yeah. Where should we start?” you murmur.

“We should start here.” Eren states, handing you a little plastic box.

You take it in your hands, inspecting it in your fingers and flipping it over. It’s a little green CD, with unmistakable handwriting markered onto the top.

Fine Line.

You swallow hard.

“Is that Sukuna’s handwriting?” you ask.

“I’m going to pretend like you didn’t just say that.” Eren responds, rolling his eyes.

“What?”

“You two together has been a sore spot for me since I was sixteen. And I’m not even going to ask you why you’re able to recognize his handwriting straight off the bat.” Eren teases.

You roll your eyes.

“What is this, Eren?” you ask.

“Anything you could possibly want to know is on there.” he responds.

You nod, as the two of you stand up and march back to the townhouse in silence. You twist the little box in your fingers, the CD glimmering in the light outside. When you finally make it back, you push it into the little box and take a deep breath.

Eren reaches for your hand and squeezes. Three times.

And you press play.

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an, again: ARE YOU READY FOR IT?? in the efforts of being charitable, here's the song line up for the next chapter: ever since new york by harry styles, clean by taylor swift, all of the girls you've loved before, last kiss by taylor swift, sparks by coldplay, and obviously, fine line by harry styles. make of that what you will.

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spiteless-xo · 10 months

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since we're being semi soft today.... do u have any fluffy thoughts on any of the marley boys ?

🙊 i'm answering this out of order from the requests in my inbox because i was HOPING someone would ask this after i posted the fluffy thoughts on the other boys -- so thank you for this 🥰

╰┈➤ fluffy headcanons pt. 2 - aot.

ft. colt, reiner, porco, zeke. cw. gender neutral reader

⋙ colt grice.

colt coaches falco's soccer team. he gets up early in the morning, dressed in a fleece half-zip with some gloves to set up pylons on the field for the kids' drills. he knows every kid by name and doesn't give any special attention to falco just because he's his brother -- parents love him. doesn't notice that some of the younger moms are hitting on him until you point it out, and then he gets awkward and flustered every time he sees them.

please just picture this man with little pink-flushed cheeks from the early september chill, blowing steam into his hands to keep them warm. he's calling out encouragements to all the kids as they run back and forth on the field -- always praise, because they're just kids and this is only for fun. he looks back at stands and just beams at you, excited that you were willing to get up so early just to watch him coach a bunch of little kids

idk why, but in my head, colt is not funny 💀 like he just doesn't understand comedic timing and isn't quite a quick or sharp as some of the other boys, but he appreciates every single one of your jokes!! he absolutely kills himself laughing every time you make a joke and he gets so excited about them that he'll tell other people your jokes (poorly 😭) but be laughing so hard they don't even understand him

ALWAYS kisses you and tells you that he loves you when he says goodbye. it's something that he does with falco already (that falco hates, btw), and one day it just slipped with you like "mwah! love you, bye!" and he goes beet red in embarrassment when he realizes, but you quickly kiss him back and now you do it every day 🥺

⋙ reiner braun.

this man only knows angst i think reiner really cherishes quiet moments of intimacy with you. like driving in the car with your hand laced in his, or having a nice meal at home that the two of you cooked together. it means a lot more to him if you show him that you love him through small gestures, instead of telling him.

he looooooooves head massages. he'll sit on the floor between your legs on the couch while the two of you watch tv so you can run your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp. guy is vocal about it too, groaning and moaning when you rub his temples. 💀 and his knees go absolutely weak whenever you scratch his head

he has a really hard time falling asleep when he's alone 🥺 he gets really anxious at night sometimes, so if the two of you are apart he hardly gets any sleep at all -- but when you're in bed with him, this guy falls asleep the second his head hits the pillow. he feels so safe and comfortable with you that it helps ease some of his worries just knowing that you're beside him.

if you roll away from him in bed when the two of you are sleeping together, guaranteed in a sleepy haze, this man is grabbing at the bed trying to find you again. the second his hand rests on your body, he hooks his arm around your waist and pulls you tight against his chest -- sighing into your shoulder and sleepily kissing your neck. when you tell him about it the next day, he says he doesn't even remember doing it 😭

⋙ porco galliard.

porco is perpetually grumpy and bratty, except for when it comes to you. this man literally will talk to you in a baby voice when the two of you are alone together 💀 if you've ever seen those tiktoks where the girl calls her bf and makes him do the baby voice when he's with their friends -- that's porco.

like "babyyyy, i'm weawy hungee, can you make me a snack?" and he's looking up at you with big dumb eyes and a little pout while he rubs his belly. lowkey kinda cringe but the shift between his baby voice when he's alone with you and his normal voice when he's with the boys is just too funny 💀

also -- loves snacks. has a stash of chips and cookies and treats in the cupboard because he's always munching on something. if you're cooking dinner for him, he'll take a snack tax and munch on one of the foods you're prepping for dinner. you always tell him he's going to spoil his appetite, but he hasn't yet!

LOVES GOSSIP!! when the two of you are out with your friends and one of them says some out-of-pocket shit, you see porco in the corner of your eye looking at you like 👀 and you just KNOW he's going to talk about it on the car on the way home. in fact -- when the two of you go on road trips together, you don't even listen to any music. you just spend the entire time filling each other in with drama at work/school/etc. and gossiping about how other people's relationships aren't as good as yours 💀

⋙ zeke jaeger.

zeke is in his early thirties but he acts like an old man. whenever he gets up from sitting down he's pushing himself up with his hands and groaning. cracking his back with a loud moan. sighing heavily and collapsing into the couch like 💀

really into grilling? like spent a bunch of money on a fancy grill and now will take any excuse to have people over for a barbeque. he's got an apron that says something dumb like "women love me, fish fear me". you guys will be having a bbq and he's standing by the grill, watching the meat, with a pair of dark rayban sunglasses and a beer in his hand.

loves feeding you. like physically feeding you. like, if he wants you to try something that he cooked, he'll hold it in his fingers and get you to open his mouth for him 💀 he sets a little piece of cookie down on your tongue or between your teeth, and watch you expectantly as you chew it and tell him your opinion

loves building things, too. like you'll mention offhand that you think it'd be nice to have a garden and the next weekend he's coming home with planks of wood and building you raised garden beds 🥺 you don't even have to ask, he's just like "she wants a garden? ok, i'm on it!" and he immediately gets to work.

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Seven (+) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the very lovely @rainbow-nerdss, @fortheloveofbuddie @wikiangela @evanbegins and @daffi-990. Thank you! Can't wait for all your upcoming works!

In honor of the NFL regular season coming to an end today and the beginning of the playoffs, I'm sharing a part of a fan favorite. That's right ya'll, its an NFL Buck snippet! WOOOOO! (And I know this wayyyyy more than seven sentences, but are ya'll going to complain about extra NFL Buck?)

Eddie wasn't lying when he told Chimney he loved football. He just didn't say how much. When Chim invited the newest member of the 118 and his son to a kid friendly sports bar to watch the Rams play the Colts in Indy, he was expecting to be turned down. Hen encouraged it, "He needs friends that enjoy what he does. And I really can't listen to another rant about football stats or how Dustin Watson isn't taking the Texans to the tournament." "Deshaun Watson." Bobby corrected from the kitchen, "And its the playoffs." Hen rolls her eyes, "Whatever. You both have Sunday free and Buckley is playing, Christopher's favorite player." "How do you know the Ram's quarterback is playing, but not the name of the man who got Buckley kicked out of Texas?" Chim teased. "Denny." His friend answers simply, "You know he likes all things LA Rams." "Then why aren't you inviting Eddie and Christopher to your place to watch the game with Denny?" "Because Howard," Hen remarks a little sharply, "I'm not off Sunday and Karen has yet to meet Eddie, so it would be uncomfortable for everyone to have him in our home without me. Why are you arguing about this? You were just complaining about how Eddie and I are all buddy-buddy the other day." "You two have a lot more in common and somehow I always seem to stick my foot in my mouth whenever I talk to the guy. I freaking outed the dude!" Chimney reminds them. Bobby steps away from the stove and joins the two paramedics at the marble island, "Eddie wasn't making it easy for any of us to get to know him. Hen was just braver than most to actually approach him. Now its your turn and football is a good jumping point." Chimney opens his mouth to try objecting again, "And it will help in making up for the whole outing incident and interrogating his kid."

Cap had him there "And you'll pay." Hen demands and when Chimney arches a brow of slight disagreement she just shrugs and states, "It'll help dispel some of the notion of being his boyfriend's sugar baby and his birthday is the same week, making this an easy gift." And Hen made the kill shot. So Chimney awkwardly approached Eddie in the locker room at the end of their shift and invited him and Christopher to watch the game. He was happily surprised when Eddie said yes and brought an equally ecstatic Christopher with him without hesitation. Chim was additionally surprised with Eddie's total enrapture of the game, even more so with his undivided attention to the Ram's new quarterback, Evan Buckley. Every play the man made, Eddie was on his feet making some sort of comment. Good plays came with shouts of, "Good boy Buckley!" and "Great throw man!". Poor plays, interceptions, or missed opportunities, were met with, "Shake it off Buckley!" and "You got this Evan!" And any missed or bad calls from the refs... well Chimney knew foul language when he heard it, no matter what language. "We have a swear jar at home. It gets donated to Evan's charity at the end of the season." Christopher explains when he catches Chimney's questioning side glance after his father's latest f-bomb. Ah well, at least there's some sort of consequence to cursing in front of a child. "I have to pay up too if I say anything like my dad does, but I've never come close to his number." Chris adds on with a giggle and Chimney joins him with a low chuckle of his own. A niggle of curiosity has him asking, "And what about Buck?" The younger Diaz gives all his attention to what remains of his fries and shrugs with one shoulder, "Um... well I've never watched a game with Buck, but he does always double the jars total when we donate it." Chimney really wants to push on the whole matter of Eddie's partner of 10 years never once watching a game with the kid, but he knows interrigating Chris (again) about Buck (who is off limits unless otherwise brought up) would probably put an end to Eddie and Chim's burgeoning friendship. So he goes for a joke, "He must live with soap in his mouth if your dad is to go by." Earning a full belly laugh from the teen and Chimney counts it as a major win when Eddie glances back with bright grin.

I feel like Eddie and Chim have the whole, I'm friends with you because of a Buckley and because we work together thing. So take away the Buckley and its a bit of an awkward friendship, which I wanted to highlight and improve. Hope you all enjoyed!!!! More NFL Buck can be found here.

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 8 days

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God, it's true and I think the problem with the "I'm not just a mom" line is that it seems like she's not even trying to be a “mom.”

I think Mary could have been a character with potential and interesting without having to leave out Sam and Dean. And I need to complain about a lot of things about Mary now that I'm re-watching season 12:

12x12: Mary is working with the British Men of Letters even though THEY KIDNAPPED HER SON but the worst of all was that she lied to her children to get them to help her and when she stole from the demon (also without telling Sam and Dean) and Ramiel told them that they had 30 seconds to return what they had taken, she did nothing, she was willing to risk the lives of her children and Cas (who was already dying) to give the Colt to some people she works with just a few months ago

Also when Dean and Sam are arrested for the president and Mary was upset with Cas for abandoning them 💀

Girl, at least Cas was there, where were you? and she still asks why her kids didn't call her 😤

and I have another one, the chapter where they are trapped in a house with a demon, Dean himself tells Mary, quite rightly, that she traveled hours for the funeral of someone she hasn't seen in years but she sends her own children one text message a week, SOMETIMES

In that same chapter Mary has no problem killing Jody even though she probably has the notion that she is someone important to Dean and Sam.

Anyway, I'll stick with the scene where the boys travel to the past and Sam meets his mother and just sits down and tells her that she's beautiful.

I like what you pointed out at the end because that’s been in the back of my mind for a bit; Young Mary is not the same character as old Mary, not even a little. The writers changed her character so much, young Mary (1) didn’t want to hunt and (2) cared so much about her boys. Old Mary seemed to want to hunt so that she could ignore the problem that she thought Sam and Dean were.

Honestly, it’s like when she found out they were adults now she just didn’t want anything to do with them. Like she took one look at them and thought “well I missed all the interesting parts so why bother trying to know them now.”

And I get that she would want to grieve the life that she missed; raising her two sons with John. I just don’t see that as an excuse for cutting out the boys who are very much alive, even if they don’t need raising anymore.

And it definitely doesn’t excuse her using and betraying them. If someone she had really, truly cared about been tortured by the MoL, she wouldn’t have worked with them. But it was just a stranger. Just a guy that happened to be her son, but who wasn’t the baby she wanted.

#the winchesters #dean and sam #mary winchester #another rant #supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #supernatural dean #dean winchester x you #winchesters x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #winchesters x sister

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jungle-angel · 1 year

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Sick Boys (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: There’s nothing a father wouldn’t do for his sons

Tagging: @sebsxphia @nobody7102 @rhettabbotts @lt-bradshaw @fridamoss

Rhett felt the phone in his back pocket vibrating, thinking it was you, his mother or Royal, his hand fidgeting and feeling hopelessly for the phone that was practically glued to his buttcheek. When he looked at the screen, he was a little unnerved to find that it was the school calling.

“Hello?”

“Hi, yes is this Rhett Abbott?” a woman’s voice enquired.

“Yes ma’am,” Rhett answered.

“Hi Mr. Abbott, this is Leslie Powers calling from the Amelia County Steiner School, I have Tatum and Tanner both down here in the nurse’s office,” the woman explained. “Is there any chance that you or their mother could come and get them?”

“I’ll be down in fifteen,” Rhett answered before he hung up.

As soon as he hung up, Rhett rode straight back to the barn and stabled the horse before heading for the truck and dialing your number on the way out.

“Rhett?” you asked once you picked up. “Rhett? Everything ok?”

“Yeah I gotta go get the boys,” Rhett told you. “They’re in the nurse’s office.”

“Oh my God! Is everything ok?”

“My guess is they knocked heads playing with Desmond and Colt or something,” Rhett explained as he drove. “I dunno why, all I’m seein is them puking their guts up. You still at work?”

“Yeah and I can’t leave my students,” you explained. “We’re out on the trail.”

“No worries Darlin I’m grabbing them to see what the damage is,” Rhett told you. “Ya’ll mind messagin Ma and Dad?”

“Not at all baby, stay safe.”

Rhett gave a hasty reply before hanging up and taking the shortcut along the backroads before he pulled up to the school where your kids and Amy all attended. Rhett made his way in, checking in at the front desk before he found his way to the nurse’s office where Tatum and Tanner were both sitting on a little bench, both of them coughing like Royal after he had finished smoking a foot long Cuban cigar.

“I’m so sorry about this Rhett,” Leslie apologized. “They started coughing and it’s just a nasty, wet mess.”

“Hey no worries,” Rhett assured her. “Kids are gonna get sick one way or another.”

Leslie handed off the boys backpacks before Rhett scooped them both up and brought them both to the truck, buckling them into their carseats before that awful wet hacking started again.

“Alright my little troublemakers,” he told them. “Ya’ll are going straight to a doctor.”

Rhett drove straight to the walk-in clinic where Pete, a close family friend of yours, had his practice. The minute he saw Rhett walking in with the boys, he didn’t even bat an eye. He told Rhett to go straight to the room at the back.

“Alright Rhett, what happened this time?” Pete asked him.

“Boys are sick,” Rhett answered. “Nasty wet coughs that just won’t stop.”

Pete took a closer look at the both of them, listening to two sets of lungs and in total disbelief at how plugged up both of the boys were. “Yep,” Pete concluded. “Probably the worst case of bronchitis I’ve ever heard.”

“Oh fuck me,” Rhett groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You know the drill,” Pete told him. “Antibiotics for ten days, both of them and plenty of hot steam.”

Rhett sighed, gathered up the boys and headed for home, definitely not looking forward to the next ten days.

As soon as he got home, Rhett unloaded the boys, who by this point were crying and coughing from how sick they were. Cecelia had met him on the porch, taking Tanner right into her arms and patting his back to get the mucous out.

“Oh my God,” she remarked when he started coughing. “Even you and Perry wouldn’t get it this bad when you were their age.”

“I feel awful Ma,” Rhett said, gently rocking Tatum on his hip and rubbing his back. “They’re still small little guys and I can’t take the sickness outta them.”

“Here,” Cecelia said. “Ya’ll c’mon in. (Y/n)’s due home soon but I think we can pull it together.”

And pull it together they did. Cecelia hauled out her old medicine book, full of old school remedies passed down from her mother. Rhett stuck both boys in a hot bath, letting them breathe in the steam until Cecelia had him take them out and stick them in their plaid button-down pjs, Tatum in navy blue and Tanner in red.

“Here,” Cecelia told Rhett. “Keep their shirts unbuttoned hand have’em lay down on the bed. I’ve got Vick’s in the medicine cabinet.”

Rhett brought Tatum and Tanner both into your shared bedroom, laying them both down before slathering it all over their backs and all over their little chests. The hacking subsided, but their poor little faces were both red with tendrils of blonde hair stuck to them.

As soon as both boys were buttoned back up, Rhett began piling on the blankets, including the quilt Cecelia had made for your wedding. “Daddy, I don’t feel good,” Tatum croaked as he stood up and hugged his father.

“I know buddy, I know,” Rhett murmured, patting his son’s back. “You’re gonna get better soon.”

He laid Tatum back down on his back, pushing his son’s blonde hair out of his face and kissing his forehead before crawling in between them. Tatum and Tanner scooted a bit closer, resting their heads on Rhett’s chest, just like they used to when they were babies. Soon, they were snoring away, the wetness in their lungs still audible, even as Rhett turned his gaze to the door to find you standing there with a blush in your cheeks.

“How’d it go Daddy?” you teased.

“They’re asleep,” Rhett answered. “Probably will be for a few hours.”

You kissed his forehead and his cheeks, still taking in the sight of your boys all snuggled into their father. “What?” Rhett chuckled when he saw the look on your face.

You giggled a little bit.

“Darlin c’mon, I know that look,” Rhett teased, his smile growing broader.

“You wanna have another one?” you asked him.

“Let’s make sure these two are better first,” Rhett answered. “Then we’ll talk.”

You kissed his lips before fixing the quilt and scooting in to snuggle with your boys, all of you drifting off to sleep and safe from the world outside.

#outer range #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader

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ky-tumbles · 2 years

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Me and All My Heathens - Rhett Abbott

I do love all the incredible smut that’s been posted for this sexy cowboy 🤠

But I wanted some soft family man Rhett, and this popped into my head while working!

Summary: good ol’ Abbott family fun

Warnings: just mind melting fluff, maybe a mention or smidge of smut

His hand rests on your thigh, and his other hand is on the steering wheel. There's some love song playing softly, you can barely make out the lyrics over the soft snoring coming from the middle of the van.

You look over your shoulder for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes. Your two year old is sleeping, and your 11 month old is swatting at his toy with one hand with his other stuffed in his mouth.

“They’re fine,” Rhett grumbles, he squeezes your thigh playfully before moving his hand up to your stomach. His thumb rubs up and down against the fabric of your sweater dress.

“Just wanted to check on my boys,” you shoot him a look. “I don’t think they’ve ever been this relaxed in the car before.”

Rhett just hums, eyes focusing on the road ahead. You stifle a yawn, hand going to your seat adjuster. Your chair reclines back a bit and you adjust your hips to a comfortable position. From your new position, it’s easier to admire your husband.

His hair is ruffled from his hat. He’d taken it off before he began driving. Theres a layer of scruff on his face, and his lips are pursed in thought. Your hand reaches out to tuck some hair back out of his face.

He catches your hand in his and presses a quick kiss to your palm before releasing it. There’s a glint in his eye and you chuckle.

“What?” He questions gruffly, sounding very much like his father for a millisecond.

“I just realized I forgot to check on my big boy,” you tease, leaning across the console to kiss his cheek.

Rhett’s cheeks flush, he wants so desperately to turn his head and kiss you so passionately your socks will fall off, but he also knows there’s three extra lives in the car he’s responsible for now. Three years ago, he would’ve pulled the vehicle over and had you the way he wanted but it’s hard with two little ones in the back and your belly in the way.

He’s full on lost in thought, eyes glinting in a familiar way. He’s definitely thinking about that one time two years ago. He’s got a coy smile on his face, the kind he gets before he bends you over the nearest surface.

“Remember that one time?” Rhett smirks, being as vague as possible to elicit a reaction from you.

You rest your head on your chin. You’re pretending to think about his question, it’s impossible to know what time he’s talking about. “No, babes, I have no idea what time you’re thinking of.”

His blue eyes leave the road for the briefest second, sparkling wildly. The look reminds you of a younger Rhett, one that had just put a ring on your finger and wanted nothing more than you by his side. He’s interrupted before he can indulge you in the dalliance that occupies his mind.

“Dada? We dere yet?” Ryder inquires, the two year old’s eyes are fighting to stay open. He lets out a large yawn as you peak your head over your shoulder.

His voice startles his little brother, you can see Colt in the baby mirror. His hand is no longer in his mouth, eyes wide threatening crocodile tears.

“Almost there, buddy,” Rhett reassures just as he pulls off the road and down the Abbott driveway. The normally yellow driveway is covered in a layer of snow.

You smile as the house comes into view. Royal had hung Christmas lights recently, something he’d taken to doing once Amy came along.

You can see Perry standing on the porch, eagle eyes watching your van pull in slowly.

Rhett groans. “He’s going to give me shit about the van.”

You roll your eyes as he pulls to a stop in front of the house. “He’s your older brother, he gives you shit for everything.”

Rhett just scoffs, playfully annoyed as he puts the van in park. He’s quick to get his seat belt off and get around to your door.

Perry is just as quick, bounding down the steps and walking to the car with fervour only an uncle who hasn’t seen his nephews in days has.

The door behind yours is pulled open at the same time as yours. Rhett helps you out and on your feet as Perry unclips Ryder. You can hear the giggles from your oldest as his uncle tickles his belly.

“Getting so big buddy!” Perry laughs, placing the boy on his hip and walking him towards the porch.

Your husband places a hand on your lower back as he leads you behind Perry towards the house, you hesitate. Colt is still in his car seat, he’s whining and the sound breaks your heart.

“Can’t leave the baby in the car,” you say, turning back to go get him.

“I will get the baby. The gorgeous pregnant lady is going to get her cute little butt in the house where she’ll be comfortable.” Rhett reasons back, eyes intense as they stare you down. He means business and who are you to argue with him, he looks especially sexy when he bosses you around, but you'll wait until everyone else is asleep to tell him.

Perry hands you Ryder as he goes to assist his brother. “I’ll help you grab the bags.”

Ryder yawns as he leans his head against your shoulder. You rub a hand up his back as you open the front door.

“Nice mini van by the way,” Perry snarks as you slip into the warm house. You giggle to yourself, brothers.

You don’t hear Rhett’s reply as you walk into the warmth of the Abbott family home. Your in-laws are seated on the couch, a holiday movie playing quietly on the TV. Amy sits on a lounger beside them, looking the ever bored teenager she recently became.

She’s the first to notice you as you set Ryder down on the ground. The little Abbott boy runs past his grandparents and straight to the farm dog that is sleeping like it's dead in the corner.

Royal and Cecelia both lift themselves from the couch, they each embrace you. Cecelia presses a kiss to your forehead, cupping your belly lovingly.

"You are absolutely glowing!" She smiles, you can see the excitement behind her eyes. She loves having little Abbott's running around the ranch. "How are your parents? You had a nice visit?"

"They're doing well, they say hi. They sent us back with pie." You laugh pointing to the bag that Perry has appeared in the kitchen with.

Royal is quick to inspect the contents, and Cecelia follows him, shaking her head and mumbling something about his health. You chuckle watching the two, it amazes you how after all these years they are still those two kids that fell in love.

A yip from the dog draws your eyes to your oldest boy. Ryder is pulling his tail and it's clear the dog is unhappy.

"Ryder William Abbott, you leave that dog alone right now." You project sternly, eyes narrowing at the little boy.

His gaze drops as he releases the dog's tail and mopes over to you. Rhett is suddenly at your side, with no idea what's going on but ready to back you up at any moment. Ryder's lip juts out as he wraps his arms around your legs.

"Sworry, momma," his bright eyes shine up at you. This face makes him look just like his father and you melt a little inside.

Rhett, sensing your resolve crumbling with the look given to you by your oldest baby, steps in. He crouches to the ground and holds on to your son's shoulder.

"You don't like it when Colt hits you, do you?" Rhett questions, face deadly serious.

The whole house has gone quiet, the family in the kitchen pretending to keep themselves busy while definitely listening in.

Ryder nods, shifting back and forth on his feet. He looks at his father and then back to you, trying to win your empathy.

"We can't go around hurting other people or animals, buddy. It's not nice." Rhett lectures, it's hot when he goes into full-on dad mode.

Ryder nods, his dad lets him go and he runs off to play with some toys. Colt's little footsteps can be heard behind you, you turn to catch the little boy but he blasts right past you towards his older brother.

"Wow," Perry laughs, as he joins you and Rhett in the living room, beer in hand. "You've got a little handful there."

Both the Abbott parents chuckle deviously at that.

"Reminds me of you boys when you were that little," Royal says as he sits back down on the couch.

Rhett leads you to the other couch, letting you perch yourself there before he sits as well. He pulls your back against his body and you lean into him. His hand splays itself over your stomach, sending the baby within into a kicking fit.

"Uncle Rhett," Amy sings, her voice going up an octave. She wants something.

He looks up at her, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Yes?" He questions, not trying to let her hear his hesitation.

"Are we going to have our usual sleepover?" She inquires, shooting her dad a dirty look when he laughs out loud.

It was a tradition they'd started years ago when you and Rhett had first started dating. At the start of every school holiday, Rhett, Amy, Perry and yourself would camp out on the living room floor and watch movies. With the boys being so little last year, neither joined but you imagine that Ryder will throw a hissyfit if he's not allowed to join.

"Of course, kiddo." He smiles, his face lighting up genuinely. He loves that his teenage niece still wants to keep up their little traditions. "but aunt Y/N won't be joining us."

You can't even bring yourself to be sad about it. With the size of your stomach, there's no way that the living room floor would be comfortable. Not to mention how your back is sore in a normal bed, god forbid you sleep without your pregnancy pillow.

"That's fair," Amy replies, smiling happily.

#rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x you #outer range #lewis pullman

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skatesnstuff · 9 months

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Omg we need jacks reaction to coles sister dating Colton!!

rowdy ~ c. dach

a.n: this is one i’ve been so excited to write!! it’s set in june, the first time caufieldsister! brings colton (or any boy for that matter) to the lake house :)

i nervously play with colton’s hand that’s been sitting on my lap the whole drive over here. we’d been in alberta with his parents and extended family for his cousins wedding the last week, and the boys had been begging me to come out to the house. especially jack.

“you nervous?” i glance up at my brother in the drivers seat. “not really.”

colton squeezes my hand. “it’s gonna be fine. i should be more nervous than you, my love.” he let’s out a chuckle and i try to smile back.

the reality is, he is most definitely not more nervous than i am. i’m on the verge of a nervous break because of how unsure i am of how jack will react. quinn was a sweetheart, already commenting on my posts about colt and luke had thrown me a big congratulations dinner (which was a bit much), but i’d heard nothing from jack like that. of course he still talked to me, but he never once mentioned wanting to meet, hear from or see my boyfriend. i’d mentioned him a few times when we talked and he changed the subject as quickly as possible. now, i was bringing colton straight into the lions den. it was nauseating.

“so, who’s all there?” don’t say jack, don’t say jack, don’t say- “quinn and petey came together last night. jamie and trevor came together a couple days ago, but jack had to pick them up from the airport. luke and a couple of his michigan friends have been here since the devils were knocked out.”

i nod softly, looking out the window as we turn onto the street where the house is. i hop out of the car after colton, and i can’t help the smile that comes to my face as i remember the memories it holds.

“BUG!!” my head turns at the childhood nickname to see quinn and luke barrelling towards me.

i grin wider, clinging on to them both as they hug me. when they pull away, my glance is grateful as luke shakes hands with colton. “hey man, how’ve you been?”

my view of the reunion is cut short by a pair of arms around my waist, lifting me up and spinning me. i know who it is before he puts me down.

“ROWDY! PUT ME DOWN!” he laughs, complying with my shout and placing my feet on the concrete. he envelopes me in his arms. “i hate you.” is the first thing i mutter into his chest.

“nah, you love me.” i roll my eyes. “never say ‘nah’ again. you’re so cringy.” his arm is still around my shoulder when my boyfriend calls.

“hey, baby, do you want me to take your stuff up to the house?”

i look back over at him. feel the boy beside me tense. “no, my love, but thank you. i wanna show you my room! you coming, rowdy?” he shakes his head.

“no, i’m good. i’ll see you later.” he glares over at colton, and then he walks away. what the fuck?

i walk over to colton, confused as hell. “everything okay?” i nod slowly. then shrug. “he’s being weird.”

his arm around me in a second, pulling me closer. “it’s gonna be fine.” a deep breath is all it takes to plaster a smile on my face and walk into the house.

once a few hours have gone by and dinner’s being prepared, i stick my head out from where i’ve been cooking in the kitchen. “hey jack?! can you bring me the big pot from in the dining room?!” “yeah, one second!”

i turn back into the kitchen to see colton with his eyebrows furrowed. “what?” “why is the pot in the dining room?” i shrug. “the boys aren’t very good at cooking so i put things in places so they can feel like they’re helping without fucking up my food.” he bursts into laughter. “you’re such a mom!” “i know, i know. but i like to see them happy.”

“hey bug, i found it but it’s got a bunch of dust on it so you might need to wash it.” jack says as he walks into the kitchen, stopping dead in his tracks when he sees colton. i grab it from him and hand it back to colton. “thanks, j. do you want anything to drink? i can-“ “no, i’m fine. wouldn’t want to intrude.”

and he starts to walk away. “i’ll be right back.” i follow jack before colton can protest, jogging a little to catch up with him. “j. jack, wait!” he spins around, a confused look on his face. “what’s wrong?” i scoff. “what’s wrong? you’ve been acting like a fucking asshole for hours! is it because i brought colton? cause your mom said she thought it would be fine.”

he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “no, it’s not that. i just- it’s a hard pill for me to swallow.” i cock my head. “what do you mean?” “look, bug, i know you’re happy, okay? i see it when you’re with him. but it’s really hard for me to be happy for you guys when i’ve wanted it to be me and thought it would be me our whole lives.”

i shake my head, biting the inside of my cheek to hold in my anger. “jack, listen to me very carefully. i know this is hard for you, i get that. but how do you think i feel? you’re my best friend, but my whole life all i’ve heard was how perfect we were for each other. now i’ve found someone who loves me, and i love him so much. i need you to know that this shouldn’t change the beautiful friendship we have, because i still love you. it’s just… not the same. and i won’t apologize for that.”

he’s nodding, and a sigh of relief leaves me. “i understand. i just want you to know it’s a big change for me and i might not be… myself for a bit. but i’ll try. i promise, buggy.”

i smile as he hugs me. “thank you, j.” i look up at him when he says my name.

“he really makes you happy?”

i nod. “he makes me the happiest.”

a.n: idk how good this is but here you are! i’m so sorry it took FOREVER, i’ve been camping with minimal service and lots of family time so i’ll try to get back into it! please feel free to request anything, including other players and ideas for them as well!! much love <3 - lily

#hockey #team canada #colton dach #hockey imagines #nhl imagines #cole caufield #hockey blurb #jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes

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bvssybvys · 5 months

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Starter for @realbcys

"There's my little slut boy" Colt grinned as his boyfriend came back to the bedroom from his shower, wrapped in a towel and looking as sexy as ever. They had been at Noah's family home for a couple of days now, meeting his parents and brothers for the first time, and Colt was at the point of feeling comfortable and devious as he usually was when it was just the two of them. He'd been on his best behaviour so far with just the occasional teasing of his submissive, obedient boyfriend in front of his family, but he had every intention of turning it up a few notches that afternoon.

Colt wanted Noah's family to know just exactly how much of a submissive slut he was and hell he was interested to see how they would react. He'd seen the way they looked at his man every now and then and honestly when it was someone as beautiful as Noah how could anyone not want to wreck him. "Come give us a kiss" he said, patting his lap where he sat on the bed, "I have a choice for you to make before we go downstairs". They were supposed to join the others to watch the game and it started soon but Colt had a plan he needed to get the other to follow first.

On one side of him he had laid out an outfit for his boyfriend which consisted of a baby blue cut off crop top which would hang just slightly below the other's chest, with the words 'Daddy's boy' on the front, a thin lace pastel pink jock-strap, and a lightly patterned mini skirt that would rest easily on Noah's thin waist and fall to about halfway down his thighs to maintain easy access and likely reveal what was underneath anytime he bent over. On the other side was a small box with a remote controlled vibrating butt plug inside which Colt had linked to his phone.

"Your choice baby, the outfit, or the plug...and if you take too long to decide I'll make you choose both" He mused, running a hand over his boyfriend's tight young body, an evil glint in his eye. “Either way I'm going to expose you to your family tonight, and you're gonna let me aren't you, you dirty lil pig?”

#colt threads #hope this is okay

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pnwdagnabbit · 2 months

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Okay, y’all. I need to show this off and brag a bit. I’m one lucky son of a bitch.

So… I have talked to my bro @i-like-the-eyes about tats, what I wanna get, where I’m lookin’ at, and so on over the last couple weeks. One of them bein’ the neck tat that Donald Pierce has, only I wanted one like… more my style?

Like a skull with .45 colt revolvers for the crossbones and wearing a cowboy hat, rather than the military beret for Special Forces. And mannn… I woke up this morning to find Catchy fuckin’ made me this beautiful, badass, motherfuckin’ sick as shit, EPIC tattoo design!!!…

😳😳😳😍😍😍SERIOUSLY!?!? Y’all, if that’s not the most GORGEOUS design, then I dunno what is.

I cried. I was legit sobbing like a baby. 😂🙌

I am SOOOO gonna save up so I can get this bad boy for my birthday! I have GOT to get this TAT!!!

I will workout a thousand times harder and try to get extra muscle mass and leaned up around my chest and neck so that it’ll look how I want it to with where I wanna get it done. If I can’t get in the right shape by my birthday, then I’ll go and schedule it for Christmas. That way I’ll have time to get my ass in shape and save up. Either way…

I have to share, cuz that fucker is BEYOND talented. I am SOOO damn honored to call him brother. He’s my dang family and this just goes to show the amount of true-blue character, generosity, heart and soul, dedication, and love this man has for his friends.

No one asked him to do this! It’s not my birthday or a holiday! He just did it, cuz he’s that fuckin’ awesome and shows he cares, and I need everyone to know that about him. Anyone who don’t know how cool that cat is?… Welp!… Now ya do. *mic drop* 🎤💥 BOOM! Catchy is awesome. Here endeth the lesson.

-Dax (one spoiled ass mofo)

#DO YOU SEE HOW INCREDIBLE THAT TATTOO IS!?!)#Y’ALL!… The shading and highlights and details!?!?#It IS SIIIIIICK!!! FUCKING GORGEOUUUUS!!! 😍😍😍#My bro is the BEST!!! ❤️🧡❤️🧡❤️#TALENTED AS FUUUUUCK! 🎤💥🙌#Y’all NEED to know how awesome he is.#There ain’t many ppl that go outta their way for others.#It’s rare you find honest to God REAL friends like him.#I don’t deserve him or his tat but I’mma KEEPIN’ THEM ANYWAY!!! 🤣🤣🤣#MINE!!! 😍🤗😁😂❤️🧡💛#i-like-the-eyes #pnwdagnabbit

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magadauthan · 2 days

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Ep 26: Under the Sky So Blue

Thank you to the @trigun98watchparty for making this possible, and to all of you who have been reading along with me to this point. It's been a great trip down memory lane and getting acquainted or re-acquainted with other '98 fans who watched the first Trigun and loved it despite its flaws.

Also big thank you to those who engaged in meta, especially @tiggymalvern! Finding you again was the nicest surprise of all!

Without further ado, I am plant-ing (HARF) my tongue firmly in cheek for the intro to this recap.

Knives. We need to talk.

You have spent the last 130 years working on becoming the most basic bitch on NML, and you've done a good job. You couldn't be any blonder or blue-eyed. You have (had) a loyal second-in-command who did all your dirty work for you so you didn't have to get your hair mussed. You have a Squad who secretly hates you but sticks around because they want to be on the right side of things if you win out. And you have a silly-looking pair of boots.

It's also well known that you are the Beverage Boy of NML. On your desk (which is sitting in front of a big loopy wall art stating "Live, Laugh, Murder Everyone") and next to the "Universe's #1 Brother" mug you bought yourself is a canvas frame that says "But first, coffee." You probably killed everyone else at Target so you could get the latest Stanley.

But Knives. Knives. The wine? That's a red you're drinking. Red wine doesn't get chilled. It should be decanted and served at room temperature. Plus, basic bitches drink rosé, or a white zinfandel. To make your declassé behavior worse, you're drinking it out of a martini glass. If you're going to have a Cosmo, have a Cosmo. It's no shame. But really - how are you going to claim that you're a superior breed if you don't know such simple rules of etiquette?

Get a grip, Beverage Boy.

--Aw, baby Vash.

--I wonder whether the twins need to eat and drink, or whether it's just easier for them if they do.

--You know, Knives, humans wouldn't have had to rely so heavily on the Plants if you hadn't crashed the ships. Ofc he didn't intend to have anyone survive besides himself and Vash, which sounds pretty boring. What were the two of you going to do for all eternity?

--Was Knives working on the guns before the ship crashed, and that's what he went in to find?

--I remember seeing somewhere that the little cartridge above the barrel of the Long Colts is a teeny Plant, or Plant-stuff. Anyone else recall this?

--NOW who's the big whiny baby, Knives? (my leg, it hurts! Why?)

--That must be a very young Doc on the ship. Although, there's nothing to say that a year on NML is the same as a year on Earth. It would be more surprising if it was, rather than it wasn't.

--LOL William Conrad (aka Revnunt Buskus) is from Cleveland, Ohio

--No but seriously, how did Knives get himself and Vash's severed arm out of July after getting blasted to smithereens?

--"Hi Knives! Living as a human was great! Congratulations bro, I am done with your shit!"

--Vash kept quite a few of Leonov's wires. They've come in handy.

--Knives has learned Vash's physical tricks well enough to keep up with him... and Vash has finally figured out how to control his Plant powers well enough to cancel his brother out. (Tristamp really nailed this; their battle in the final ep was fantastic)

--Vash is worn out. Not only has he been shot through the shoulder by his brother, he's likely not completely healed from the encounter with Legato.

--Even in death, WW is looking after his friend and kicking his ass to do something, damnit! I'm right here to help you!

--The peppering Knives got from the Punisher likely wouldn't have been enough to put Vash off, but Knives has never been able to handle physical pain. Vash remembers this very well and takes excellent advantage of it.

--that boy has jawlines for days

--A blast from the well, the cauldron of Rebirth. Vash is reborn to be his own person, to make the right choices for himself and his conscience, rather than for her memory.

Which is what every mother wants for her son. I should know.

--go get your man, Meryl, he won't keep you waiting. if he did you'd go find him anyway.

--Vash leaves his coat, his gun... and his sunglasses. He's done hiding behind them. He doesn't need to anymore.

--This would have been the ending scene, for most anime. Anyone who watches anime gets used to the vague ending, the things left unsaid, and the ambiguity. There's rarely a "happy ending" the way Westerners think of them. Vash could have wandered off into the sunset, leaving the viewer to wonder whether he ever saw Milly and Meryl again. That's pretty normal.

And then there's Trigun, which takes that expected ambiguity and says "nah, we're not done."

Vash comes back to town. He's made his choice to accept the girls into his life, of his own volition, and he's going to let them make their own choices about having him (and his brother) in their lives. There would be an awful lot to sort out, but he wants to try.

This is the very next scene. Don't tell me otherwise; I don't want to hear it. (credit: doujinshi circle Nail Cut Club; title Meteo Strike).

I have Big Thoughts about what could happen after this, and of course a fanfic, but my cat wants me to go to bed now. She's being very persistent.

Thanks to all of you who read this far. You're the best, and I love you all! And talk to me, I like hearing from ppl!

#trigun #trigun 98 #trigun 98 watch party #vash the stampede #millions knives #vashmeryl #vash x meryl #day 26 #under the sky so blue

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ryattcos · 1 year

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i have finally finished tgcf and can give better opinion of some of my favorite characters.

xie lian- my baby! i love him. he must be protected at all costs. but also…. he kinda hot when he goes all martial god…. that’s all i’m saying. also, i love that even though he’s unlucky, he’s highly perceptive of things and people around him. he notices things. i want to give squishmallows.

hua cheng- plz let me tell him that he’s worthy. plz let me tell him he matters. my god, this man needs more softness in his life. so much suffering. give him squishmallows too! he would appreciate soft stuff too!

feng xin- a likable, dependable labrador. he is simply a good man and a good body guard. he follows his orders to a t and tries to do things the right way.

mu qing- just a bitch. an understandable bitch, but like… a bitch. i think he is a complex character and i loved when he was talking to xie lian abs being vulnerable he was able to admit his feelings were complex and messy. i couldn’t be in the same room as him. but i get it.

shi qingxuan- oh, my absolute favorite gender-fluid icon. thank you! they are such a true friend to xie lian and over all give me comfortable and safe vibes. they would listen to you vent, and they would judge you but they wouldn’t hold it against you.

pei ming- i think general fuckboi is an outstanding character. i think he would absolutely ignore me. i love that even though he’s a whore, he’s up front about it. the slutification of pei mingvis the only thing i’m here for right now. he definitely needs more respect women juice, but he has solid potential.

lang qianqiu- he gives me pretty boy vibes. idk what it is, but he gives me “better than thou” for most of the story. he does redeem himself once he has had his revenge, so like, i get it.

quan yizhen- he is a great dane. giant, floppy, goofy. could break through the wall like the koolaid man. he reminds me of a colt. like a young horse. horse people will get that one.

jun wu- mommy milkers and morality don’t go hand in hand unfortunately. so the biggest tits award also goes to the biggest fuck ass award. cuz holy trauma llama…

i’m sure i’ll have more thoughts but these are just the ones off the top of my head. bed time ramblings if you will.

#tgcf #tgcf novel #mxtx #xie lian #hua cheng #feng xin #mu qing #shi qingxuan #pei ming #lang qianqiu #quan yizhen #jun wu #i should be sleeping #instead i’m writing a character analysis on tumblr at 2am and no one is gonna pay any attention to it #good night #give me hualian fic recs plz!

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