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PT 3 "I'm falling on my knees, Forgive me, I'm a fucking fool"

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆synopsis: Being trapped in Levi's 'family gathering' event by a snowstorm takes a unexpected turn as past hidden truth finally reveal themselves.

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆contains: modern au! everyone, grovelling!eren, connie x reader, levi x reader, eren x reader. everyone is alive and well.

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆wc: 7.9K.

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆tw: swearing, manipulation mentioned.

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ Here is: part 1 and part 2

“Are you gonna keep staring at that window?” Mikasa asks crossing her arms as she addresses you and your attitude. You’re still facing the window contemplating which storm you’d rather be in but you remember the promise you made to your friends, that you wouldn’t leave where you currently are until the storm dies down. You tug on your shirt, fidgeting with the cotton design as you wonder how you’re going to get through this mess.

“Hello, do I know you?”

You know it’s a lame attempt but all the guests are still here and the last thing you want is for a confrontation or a fight between you and them. You see Historia scoff, Ymir smirk, Sasha gasping and a hand to her mouth as if what you just said was a grave sin, Jean unimpressed, Connie crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows in a manner of ‘are you fucking for real right now’ and Eren still staring at you, eyes mixed with multiple emotions ranging from guilt, confusion, anxiety, and yearning.

“You’re not fucking funny.” Historia begins rolling her eyes at you as she stares at you disinterested in your whole act. You constantly remind yourself to be the bigger person and not nitpick on certain sentences that rub you off the wrong way.

“I wasn’t trying to be funny, I’m Levi’s friend, it’s nice to meet you all.”

You think that maybe by continuing the act, they will eventually move on and focus on something else. But your attempt to defuse the tension only seems to make things worse. Eren's gaze intensifies with guilt, and you can practically feel the weight of his unspoken words bearing down on you.

Mikasa steps forward, her expression unreadable as she studies you. "nice sense of humor you've developed" she comments dryly.

You offer a weak smile, feeling the pressure mounting with each passing second. "Well, there's a first time for everything, right?"

Before anyone else can respond adding fuel to the tension, Levi appears in the doorway, a concerned furrow in his brow as he takes in the scene before him. "What's going on here?"

You mentally thank Levi for intervening, grateful for the interruption. Mikasa gestures towards you with a subtle tilt of her head, and Levi's gaze follows her motion. You can see the confusion flicker across his features as he tries to make sense of the situation.

"Do you know these brats?" Levi asks, his tone a mixture of curiosity and suspicion as he turns to you for an explanation.

You can't bring yourself to lie to him and tell him you don't know each other. Levi's good at reading people, especially you and you'd hate to have this go in a roundabout so you come clean and tell him.

"Knew, I don't know them anymore," you say as you clasp your hands together and nod at them. You offer a small smile, perhaps more than they deserve, but you do so anyway. Then, without waiting for any further exchange, you pick up Levi's comedy book and grab him by his elbow, gently but firmly.

"Let's head to your office for a moment," you suggest, the urgency evident in your tone.

Levi gives you a questioning look, but he trusts your judgment enough to follow your lead without protest, well other than a small annoyed 'tch'. As you guide him through the crowd, you can feel the weight of multiple gazes on you ranging from confusion to jealousy, including, his silent curiosity hanging in the air.

You don't look behind your shoulder as you leave the dining area. Once you reach Levi's office, you close the door behind you, enveloping the space in a sense of privacy. You take a moment to compose yourself, gathering your thoughts before you turn to face Levi. You hold up the satirical book in front of him and wave it around.

"Didn't know you had a bone of humor in you, Levi."

"Cut the shit."

You huff, this man never fails to know when you're flat-out lying. You pause for a moment, caught off guard by Levi's directness. His sharp gaze pierces through your facade, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. Taking a deep breath, you lower the book, the playful wave forgotten in the face of Levi's seriousness.

"Okay, fine," you give up, dropping the act. "I just wanted to lighten the mood up a bit."

Levi eyes you skeptically, his expression unreadable. "And how's that working out for you?"

You sigh as you stare at his bookshelf, you don't know what to do, it's like you've hit a wall, a large hard brick wall. You know you can't keep avoiding the elephant in the room, but you also dread the thought of addressing it head-on. You turn back to face Levi, mustering up the courage to broach the subject that has been hanging over you like an unexorcised spirit.

"I want this night to go well for you and for everyone, we've spent the whole day preparing and it's gonna suck if it gets ruined from something so trivial" You begin carefully choosing your words as you fidget around with the book unable to look him in the eyes.

"I'm not following." He says back. Levi's response catches you off guard, and you struggle to find the right words to convey your thoughts without sounding too dramatic or making the situation worse.

"Sorry, I thought we were on the same page." you begin, your voice slightly shaky unable to make an 'old man' joke about Levi's understanding problems. "I had a fallout with your cousin and her friends and I really don't want to confront or be confronted so I'm trying to keep things on low profile."

Levi's brows knit together in a mixture of concern and confusion as he processes your words. He leans back against his desk, folding his arms across his chest, a thoughtful expression crossing his features.

"You had a fallout with them?" Levi repeats, his tone laced with disbelief and questioning. "What happened?"

You shift uncomfortably under Levi's scrutinizing gaze, feeling the weight of the situation bearing down on you. You knew this conversation wouldn't be easy, but you hadn't anticipated just how difficult it would be to explain yourself to Levi, someone you've grown to respect and admire. Levi sees this and he doesn't want to intrude upon you and your feelings so he interjects before you can speak

"You don't have to tell me just rank it from 1-10."

You appreciate Levi's consideration, and his willingness to give you space to process your emotions. Taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you ponder Levi's question, mentally ranking the fallout with Eren and his friends on a scale of one to ten.

"Personally, I'd say an eight." you finally reply, your voice quiet but steady. "It made me want to leave states and go no contact so it was pretty serious then."

Levi nods, his expression thoughtful as he absorbs your answer. "And how serious is it now?"

You shrug your shoulders and smile a bit though the gesture feels somewhat forced given the weight of the situation.

"Nowhere near as serious as then, probably a 5 or a 3," you answer honestly, your voice soft but resolute. "I wouldn't be as outgoing as I am if I dwelled on the past."

Levi nods in understanding, his gaze is unwavering as he listens intently to your response. He is pretty proud of you, most people aren't capable of doing such a thing which makes Levi's expression soften, a hint of admiration gleaming in his eyes as he regards you but goes unnoticed by you obviouslyThough Levi would never openly express such sentiment, especially not to your face, he harbours a quiet respect for you, tucked away in the depths of his heart. But in moments like these, when he witnesses your unwavering resolve and beautiful forgiving spirit, it's impossible for him not to feel a sense of pride in your accomplishments.

Levi nods subtly, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he redirects his attention to the task at hand. Despite his outward demeanor, you can't help but feel a sense of warmth emanating from him, a silent reassurance that he's there for you, even if he doesn't say it outright.

Levi clears his throat, breaking the silence that envelops the room. "Well, regardless of the past, I appreciate you being here tonight," he says, his tone gruff, low but sincere. "So, how do you want to go about it?"

You feel your heart internally sob at Levi's soft yet gruff

"I think the best action is to just keep a low profile," you suggest, your voice calm and measured. "I'm going to avoid any unnecessary confrontation and try to enjoy the night as much as possible."

Levi nods in understanding, his gaze steady as he listens to your plan. He respects your decision, knowing that sometimes the best course of action is to minimize conflict so he keeps a mental note in his mind to step in if things get out of hand, that's the least he can do for you for inconveniencing you for all this and practically being trapped because of the snowstorm.

Levi observes your demeanor, noting the relief evident in your posture and expression. There's a glimmer in your eyes that doesn't go unnoticed by him, a silent gratitude that speaks volumes. He's accustomed to people keeping their distance, to maintaining a certain level of detachment. Your openness catches him off guard, stirring something within him that he's not entirely comfortable with but he sort of. . . likes? He likes the way you bring out emotions in him that he's long since buried, the way you challenge his deadpans and stoic nature. He's uncertain about how to process it all but in the midst of this, there's something else bubbling in his chest… curiosity.

Meanwhile in the dining room

As Levi and you converse in his office, the atmosphere in the dining room remains tense, with whispers and side glances exchanged among the 'friend group'. Jean, unable to contain his disbelief, blurts out, "She's actually here?"

The room falls momentarily silent as all eyes turn towards Jean. His outburst breaks the thin veneer of composure that had settled over the gathering, and the tension ratchets up another notch.

Eren, sitting nearby, shifts uncomfortably in his seat. His gaze flickers between Jean and the door, where he knows you and Levi are having your conversation. There's a mix of emotions swirling within him – guilt, regret, and a longing to bridge the void that has formed between you and his group of friends.

Connie, though visibly annoyed by the disruption, can't help but feel a twinge of relief at the sight of you. Despite the fallout and the unresolved issues, he's glad to see you back again, even if it's under less-than-ideal circumstances.

Sasha, ever the empathetic one, senses the tension in the air and immediately decides to take action. She pulls out her phone, shooting a quick message to Armin and the others to inform them about your unexpected appearance.

Meanwhile, Mikasa remains silent, her expression unreadable as she watches the unfolding drama. She knows that things between you and Eren's group are far from resolved, and she's unsure of what to expect next.

Connie, unable to contain his frustration any longer, rises from his seat with a pointed glare at Eren. "Must be nice," he says, loud enough for those nearby to hear, "acting like you're the victim when you're the one pulling the strings."

The room falls into an uncomfortable silence as Connie's words hang in the air, the tension palpable between him and Eren. Eren's friends shift uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond to Connie's passive-aggressive accusation. They all know it's somewhat true and that makes things even worse.

Mikasa steps forward, her voice calm but firm. "Let's not do this here," she says, her eyes darting between Connie and Eren. "We'll talk about it later when we can all sit down and have a proper conversation."

"Oh? When is that, Mikasa? When the storm dies down and [Name] is long gone?" Connie retorts back, rolling his eyes at Mikasa's usual protective behavior of Eren regardless of whether he's wrong or right.

Connie refuses to back down, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. "I'm just saying it how it is," he replies, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "We all know who's really at fault here."

Eren shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his guilt weighing heavily on him as he avoids meeting anyone's gaze. He knows he needs to say something, to address the tension that hangs in the air like a heavy fog, but the words slip past him.

"Let's not make this any messier than it already is," Jean interjects, his tone a mix of concern and exasperation.

Connie's frustration boils over as he shoots back at Jean, his voice laced with bitterness. "You're no fucking better, so zip it"

Jean's brows furrow in response to Connie's biting remark, a flash of hurt crossing his features before he regains his composure. "I'm trying to prevent things from escalating," he retorts, his voice strained but firm. "We don't need any more drama tonight."

Connie's frustration simmers beneath the surface as he takes a deep breath, attempting to quell the turmoil raging within him. He can't shake the feeling of longing that gnaws at his insides, the ache of missing you, and the camaraderie you once shared. You were more than just a friend to him; you were his confidante, his partner in crime, his rock to his roll. The image of you replaying in his mind even though you're just in another room, he's determined to bring back the bond you once had. With a sigh, he realizes that confronting Eren won't solve anything; it'll only add fuel to the fire.

Kuchel strides into the room with Carla at her side, her presence commanding attention as she surveys the scene before her. With a warm smile, she claps her hands together, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

"Alright, children," she begins, her tone light but firm. "Us elders need instructions on how to play this Gen-Z game."

Kuchel's playful demeanor brings a sense of levity to the room as she playfully teases the younger guests. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she takes Eren by the hand, her grip firm but gentle as she leads him toward the table.

"You're a smart one, Eren," she says, her voice filled with pride. "I'm sure you can teach us a thing or two about this game."

Eren is flustered at the unexpected praise, feeling a sense of validation from Kuchel's words. He nods pathetically, grateful for the opportunity to teach them.

As they approach the table, Kuchel turns her attention to the rest of the group, her smile widening as she takes in their eager expressions.

"Alright, everyone," she announces, her voice carrying across the room. "Let's get seated and ready to play. And where is my dear son? Oh, and pretty Miss [Name]"

The group exchanges glances, realization dawning on them as they remember Levi's absence. Mikasa speaks up, her voice tinged with concern. "They're in the office, Auntie. I'll go get them."

Kuchel nods in acknowledgment, her focus already shifting back to the game at hand. "Alright. Thank you, dear. Let's get started, shall we? They can join us later."

Mikasa doesn't eavesdrop or even linger around, she swiftly makes her way to the office, knocks loud enough for the both of you to hear and tells you 'Auntie Kuchel wants us to play a game'.

Kuchel suggests playing "Never Have I Ever," and the group reacts with a mix of nerves and curiosity. Despite the tension in the room, they all agree to give it a shot, hoping it'll help take their minds off the underlying conflicts. So far, most of the elderly family members have gone upstairs with the help of Carla as the journey here was already exhausting. So the people left huddled in a circle in the living room are just, Carla, Connie, Eren, Historia, Jean, Kuchel, Mikasa, Sasha, and Ymir.

As you and Levi enter the room, you're immediately met with a wall of tension that seems to thicken the air. The stares from Sasha and her friends feel like daggers, their unspoken feelings hanging heavy in the room.

Kuchel, ever the peacemaker, takes charge of the situation, her velvety voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Make room, children," she commands, her tone firm but gentle. "[Name], come sit next to me, sweetie."

Relieved by the distraction, you follow Kuchel's welcome, making your way to the vacant seat beside her and Levi who also sits next to you. The warmth of her presence is a welcome respite from the tense reception you've received from the others.

Once settled, Kuchel suggests they continue their game of "Never Have I Ever," sensing the need for a lighthearted distraction. The group hesitates for a moment, still reeling from the revelations of the previous rounds, but ultimately lets it happen, as it happens to be the only thing able to break the palpable tension in the room. Little did they know.

As Kuchel suggests starting the game in a circular motion, the tension in the room thickens, a palpable weight settling over each person as she hands out paddles with text written on both sides' I HAVE' and 'I HAVE NEVER'. Historia, with her cautious yet bright smile, is the first to respond, her eyes betraying her bright attitude.

"Sure!" She exclaims clasping her hands together before thinking of a funny one. "Never have I ever Googled myself."

As Historia makes her playful admission, a small chuckle escapes the lips of those gathered around the table. Carla, with a playful glint in her eye, leans forward, her voice teasing yet affectionate.

"Well, aren't you just the little celebrity," Carla quips, her tone lighthearted. "Not all of us have the luxury of Googling ourselves without stumbling upon a million fan pages."

As the paddles flip to reveal the responses, a mix of amusement and curiosity dances in the air. Connie, Eren, Historia, Jean, and Sasha all sheepishly display their "I HAVE" paddles, their confessions met with knowing glances and playful teasing from the others. While you and the rest flip to 'I HAVE NEVER'. You feel thankful as the tension dies down, all you need is to get through this one night and finally go home.

It's now Sasha's turn. Sasha takes a moment to ponder her confession, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she considers her options. Finally, with a sly grin, she flips her paddle to reveal her chosen statement.

"Never have I ever eaten food off someone else's plate without asking," Sasha announces, her voice filled with playful mischief.

A chorus of laughter erupts around the table as everyone reveals their responses. Sasha, Jean, and Connie proudly display their "I HAVE" paddles, and their confessions are met with good-natured teasing from the others. Meanwhile, you and a few others confidently hold up your "I HAVE NEVER" paddles, relishing the opportunity to maintain a sense of innocence amidst the playful chaos.

Next, it's Jean's turn. His mind seemingly drifting away from the tension of the moment, clears his throat before settling on a confession. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he speaks up.

"Never have I ever been arrested."

You watch as Sasha, Connie, Ymir, and Eren?slowly flip their paddles to reveal the "I HAVE" side, their expressions a mix of amusement and defiance. Meanwhile, you and a handful of others maintain your innocence, holding steadfast to the "I HAVE NEVER" side.

"So, explain.."Historia nudges, her voice gentle but curious, as all eyes turn to Ymir, Sasha, Connie, and Eren, awaiting their response.

"I accidentally ate an art piece when I thought it was actual food," Sasha confesses with a sheepish grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she recalls the embarrassing incident.

"We were literally at a museum, you did it on purpose," Connie interjects, his tone teasing but affectionate as he playfully nudges Sasha with his elbow.

"I accidentally got arrested, someone swatted me and that caused me to get arrested while on stream, so there's that," Connie recalls.

Sasha reaches out, laying a hand on Connie's arm. "I remember that," she says softly, her voice laced with sympathy and a small chuckle. "It was so awful, you had like so many bruises after that"

Connie replies with a small 'yeah' and you feel bad, people can be real scum, you think wondering if Connie had laughed it off or dwelled on it.

"I got deliberately arrested, I punched an asshole who deserved it so no regrets" Eren confesses, shrugging as he fidgets with his bracelet, and your eyes widen as you recognize it. It's the azure frog bracelet you custom made for him on his birthday and told him you specifically found the hex color of his eyes and your eyes combined and made the bracelet with the exact same color with charms that read 'friends forever' and 'always together'.

"He's always been the rebellious type," Carla remarks with a soft chuckle, her tone tinged with fondness as she regards Eren. "Punching someone is the least of our worries if I'm being honest."

Eren shrugs nonchalantly, his expression betraying a hint of defiance. "He had it coming," he mutters under his breath, his gaze flickering briefly to you and widening as he sees you looking back at him as he immediately looks back down on the floor to prevent his stomach from churning feelings.

Kuchel clears her throat, wanting to keep the game going. "Well, isn't this a lively game?" she says, her voice light and cheerful, though you can detect a hint of concern beneath the facade. "Let's keep it moving, shall we?"

It's now Connie's turn.

"Never have I ever…" Connie seems to be in a state of indecisiveness, not knowing whether to confront you discreetly in this game or just keep it going. He decides on the former, obviously, Connie isn't Connie without stirring something up. "Abandoned my friends over a misunderstanding."

As Connie's words hang in the air, a hush falls over the table, the weight of his confession palpable amidst the tense atmosphere. His gaze lingers on you for the entire time, almost attacking you in a way, a silent challenge hidden within the depths of his eyes, before he flips his paddle to reveal the "I HAVE NEVER" side and smirks.

So does Eren, Jean, Mikasa, Sasha, Ymir, Historia, Kuchel, Carla, Levi, and obviously you. You've never done that, and you don't know what he's implying, but whatever it is, you hope he stops it.

"You should put that down, [Name]." Connie provokes, his voice low as his eyes never leave yours, he's content like this, gazing into your eyes and mentally taking a picture of how pretty you look, his eyes holding a depth of emotion that you struggle to decipher.

"I have never done such a thing, so I'll leave it up thanks." You reply firmly, your tone tinged with a hint of defiance. Despite the tension crackling between you, you stand your ground, unwilling to back down in the face of Connie's provocation.

"Are you sure?" Connie's question hangs in the air, his gaze piercing as he awaits your response. You feel the weight of everyone's stare on you as you try to understand at what he's hinting at, but you fail. It's too vague, too foggy to see clearly.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Alright, I'll change my play then," Connie replies, giving up confronting you and turning his head to the side to glare at Eren. " Never Have I Ever, made someone abandon their friends over a misunderstanding." He says emphasizing each word of the game.

As Connie redirects his question towards Eren, the tension in the room thickens once again. Eren's expression tightens, his jaw clenching as he meets Connie's gaze with a mixture of defiance and unease. The atmosphere becomes charged with anticipation, each person holding their breath as they wait for Eren's response. Eren feels guilty, yes, however, he also hates the position Connie has put him in, with no way out.

Connie starts, flipping his paddle to 'I HAVE NEVER', and everyone else follows suit Now all that is left is Eren, and his mother being his mother can't help but want to interject in between this whole ordeal but gets stopped by Kuchel who whispers something to her that calms her down and makes her rethink her judgement.

Eren hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickering with conflicting emotions. Finally, he flips his paddle to reveal the "I HAVE" side, his confession echoing loudly in the silence that follows.

"Go on then, tell the story." Connie prompts, his voice cutting through the silent and tense atmosphere like a knife. His eyes glared into Eren's side profile, sarcastic yet tinged with a hint of curiosity about how this would all play out.

"I. . ." Eren hesitates, his voice barely above a whisper as he gathers his thoughts. The weight of everyone's stare feels like a physical pressure on his shoulders, pressing him to reveal the truth, to confront the past he'd rather forget.

"It was a few years back," Eren begins, his voice strained with emotion. "I created a misunderstanding between someone close to me and the rest of my friends by manipulating an audio out of its original context, I was selfish and wanted everything about them to myself, their darkest secret, their secret hobbies, the little things that make them happy, I wanted that all to be confided in me, so I thought if I make her hate everyone else, maybe they'd promote me to being their best friend instead of just a friend."

As Eren's words hang in the air, a heavy silence settles over the room, each syllable of his confession echoing with the weight of his regret. You're practically hugging the tension by now, it's thick. You look at Eren as he pours his heart out, confessing to his crimes and hoping to be accepted again.

"And it totally backfired, The person I longed for, the person I wanted all to myself was gone within a few days, I gained nothing and lost everything," Eren continues, his voice trembling with emotion. "I let my own insecurities and desires cloud my judgment, and in doing so, I created a huge void between the friendship of many."

His admission is met with a mixture of reactions from those gathered around the table. Mikasa's expression softens with understanding, while Connie's features harden with resentment. Sasha looks on with a mixture of sympathy and disappointment, her gaze shifting between Eren and the others. You put two and two together, this is about you. This whole thing is about you,

"So yes, I did make someone abandon their friends over a misunderstanding, and yes, I dread it every day," Eren's voice wavers with the weight of his admission. His eyes flicker briefly to yours, a silent plea for forgiveness hidden within their depths, before he averts his gaze, unable to bear the intensity of the moment. "But if I had the chance to undo it all, I'd probably revert time back to when we were strangers so that I'd never be able to hurt them."

That hits you hard, you never thought he felt that way and blamed himself to that severity. You're just as awful as him, you never double-checked on your friends, you just went along with whatever Eren had manipulated leaving behind everyone. This includes Connie who looks at you to see the realisation form in your eyes and face. He smiles a genuine smile for the longest time in a while. He doesn't blame you one bit, all he wants is for you to come back.

"I'm sorry, truly. I'll head to bed first." Eren says, his voice filled with remorse as he rises from the floor. His gaze lingers on you for a moment, a silent plea for understanding evident in his eyes, before he turns and makes his way out of the room. His mother and Mikasa are quick to follow after him, this causes Historia, Ymir, and Sasha to also bid their goodnights to the Kuchel and go to their designated rooms for the night.

"Poor kids, the lot of you, hope you all figure it out peacefully." Kuchel begins before ruffling Levi's head and giving you a side hug. "I'm also a bit tired, so goodnight children."

As the others disperse for the night, leaving only Connie, Jean, you, and Levi in the room, a heavy silence settles over the space. The events of the evening weigh heavily on everyone's minds, casting a somber mood over the atmosphere.

Levi is the last to leave, mustering the courage to pat your back a bit. "I'll be in my office." if you need anything is what he leaves out but you understand, you finish it off for him in your head.

With a nod of gratitude directed to him, you watch him leave as he heads to his office. You make a mental reminder to tell him to go to bed later on.

"So now you know the truth," Jean begins, his voice somber as he looks at you with a mixture of sympathy and concern. "I'm sorry you had to hear all that tonight. It must be a lot to take in."

"Yeah a bit, but what's worse is having to see Eren blame himself that much over a trivial misunderstanding," you explain, frustration creeping into your voice.

"I'm sorry, what?" Connie scoffs, shaking his head as he looks at you with utter confusion written on his face. "Trivial? the same trivial that made you go no contact for 4 fucking years, [Name]."

"It wasn't trivial then," you admit, your voice softening as you recall the pain of those years. "Back then, my whole world was crumbling, but now it is trivial."

"Makes sense, I'm guessing you've evolved as 10 times more wonderful as you were before," Jean comments, his tone sincere as he offers you a supportive smile.

"It wasn't trivial for me, not all of these years, not one bit," Connie interjects, his voice firm and sincere, his eyes locked with yours. The weight of his words hangs heavily in the air as you curse yourself for your choice of words.

"Of course, I'm sorry," you respond, your voice softening with remorse. "In my eyes, you were in the wrong, not me, so it was easy to push myself past it. But since you're not anymore, I can't imagine how it must've been for you."

"When you apologize so sincerely, it's hard for me to stay mad at you," Connie admits, his tone softening as he looks at you with a mixture of relief and understanding. There's a glimmer of forgiveness in his eyes, a silent reassurance that he's willing to let go of the past and move forward with you.

You feel a weight lift from your shoulders at his words, a sense of gratitude washing over you for his willingness to forgive. "You've always been soft-hearted so no surprise there." you chuckle, grateful for his understanding.

"So you're all famous, how'd that miracle happen?" you inquire, changing the subject to something lighter and joking with them.

Connie chuckles, scratching his head. "Beats me, I just followed what me and you brainstormed on YouTube ideas and then instantly I gained views after view after views."

"Speaking of you, hope you won't sue us," Jean adds with a playful grin, "You practically produced every song on our albums"

"Well you know my name, isn't that enough credit?" you retort with a smirk, your tone lighthearted as you play along with the teasing.

"Apparently there's this whole law section to it, where we'd need to know where you are, your bank account, and other sticky law stuff."

"Right, well I can't really blame you then, Can I?" You yawn, feeling the fatigue creeping in after the long and emotionally charged evening. The weight of the day's events hangs heavily on your shoulders, and the warmth of nostalgia is slowly being replaced by the heaviness of exhaustion.

"Yeah, I guess not," Connie replies with a sympathetic smile, noticing your tired demeanor. "You should get some rest, [Name]. It's been a long day."

You stand up from the floor, feeling the weariness in your limbs as you stretch out the kinks from sitting for so long. With a tired but grateful smile, you nod at Connie and Jean, acknowledging their concern who are now also standing up.

"I need to catch up with Levi, so you guys go hit the beds first," you say, motioning towards the door. You feel a pang of guilt at the distance that has grown between you and your friends, wishing things could be as they once were, free of misunderstanding and conflict.

But before Connie and Jean can leave, you stop them in their tracks. "I'm sorry, Con," you say, your voice laced with sincerity as you reach out to hug them both tightly. "And you too, Jean. I've missed you guys more than words can say."

Connie and Jean return the hug with equal fervor, their embrace a comforting reminder of the bond you once shared. "I missed you more," Connie murmurs, his voice soft with emotion. "Yeah, it's good to have you back," Jean adds, his tone warm and welcoming.

"Okay, goodnight y'all before you make me cry," you say with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood as tears threaten to well up in your eyes. With a final squeeze, you release Connie and Jean from the hug, feeling a sense of warmth and gratitude wash over you at their understanding and forgiveness.

As they bid you goodnight and head off to their rooms, you watch them go with a renewed sense of hope and determination. You sigh in amazement at how everything is all aligned together, almost pre-written.

You head to Levi's office, but before you can enter, you notice the balcony door open, inviting in a chilly breeze from the snowstorm dying down. Your curiosity gets the best of you, and you find yourself drawn to the balcony, wondering who might be there and what might they be doing out there. With cautious steps, you approach the door and peek outside, finding Eren standing against the railing, gazing out into the night sky smoking a cig.

You hesitate at the threshold, the cool night air swirling around you as you watch Eren, his silhouette outlined against the moonlit sky. There's a heaviness in the air, a palpable tension that hangs between you, unspoken words lingering in the space like ghosts of the past.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, unsure of how to proceed. Part of you wants to retreat, to leave Eren to his solitude and spare yourself the agony of confronting the memories that flood your mind at the sight of him. But another part of you, a stubborn and persistent part, urges you to stay, to face him head-on and finally address the unresolved issues that have haunted you for so long.

As you step onto the balcony, the sound of your footsteps seems to echo in the quiet night air. Eren turns as he hears you approach, his movements stiffening as he stubs out his cigarette and mumbles an apology. His attempt to leave is met with your firm resolve, and you reach out to close the door behind you, cutting off any chance of escape.

"Eren, wait," you say, your voice steady despite the turmoil raging within you. "We need to talk."

He hesitates, his hand hovering over the door handle, his expression guarded as he meets your gaze. There's not much tension between you, he just feels guilty and the presence you're presenting yourself is welcoming and forgiving.

He nods slowly, his expression serious as he takes a step closer to you. "I know," he says, his voice tinged with regret. "There are things I need to say, things I need to apologize for."

"Let's do it then," you reply, your voice soft but resolute as you meet his gaze. "I'm listening."

Eren takes a deep breath, his eyes reflecting a tumult of emotions as he gathers his thoughts. "I want to apologize," he begins, his voice tinged with sincerity, guilt, and blame. "For everything. For the pain I caused you, for the misunderstandings, for the distance between us."

You feel a pang of sympathy at his words, recognizing the genuine remorse in his voice. "I appreciate your apology, Eren," you say, your tone gentle but firm. "But there's something I want you to understand."

He nods, his expression somber as he waits for you to continue.

"I honestly never blamed you or anyone else for that matter, yes I was a bit sad but I never held resentment against any of you. You shouldn't either."

Eren's somber expression softens, a flicker of surprise crossing his features at your unexpected confession. He takes a moment to process your words, his gaze searching yours for any hint of insincerity. Finding none, he lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, a weight lifting from his shoulders at your forgiveness.

"I'd never forgive me," he murmurs, his voice tinged with anger, only ever directed at himself. "But I still feel responsible, you know? Responsible for the pain I caused you and everyone but mostly you, for the years that went by all because of my actions."

"I'm past that, Eren. You should be too. Learn how to forgive yourself in this process." Your words seem to strike a chord with Eren, his gaze softening as he listens to your reassurance. He takes a moment to absorb your advice, his expression thoughtful as he considers your words.

"If it was anybody else, I think it'd be a bit easier to forgive myself. But it's you, [Name], and you're thousands of worlds apart from anyone else." He confesses, eyes looking down at the floor of the balcony as he avoids your gaze.

"If we want to move past this, You need to come to terms with the fact that we all make mistakes, Eren. It's how we recover from them." You remind him, your words hanging in the air until Eren fully understands them.

He chuckles, still staring at the ground as he thinks about how truly amazing you are. He can't believe he ever let someone like you out of his grasp. You're so kind and loving and welcoming and… and just perfect. He feels the insides of his sides tingle, either from the cold breeze of the wind or his admiration for you, he's unsure but he knows that he now has the chance to hold on to you a little tighter, a second chance at being your friend and that's a blessing he'll never take for granted again.

"Promise?" You ask, tilting your head downwards to get a good look at him.

"Promise" He replies, his voice filled with conviction. He swears to himself that he'll never wrong you again, even if his life is on the line. He's serious about you and won't let any more mistakes deter him from you.

"Then, c'mere." You say softly, your voice carrying a tenderness that melts away the remaining tension between you. Without hesitation, Eren steps forward, closing the distance between you as you wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace.

He misses this, misses you so much even though you're right there. He begins to hate himself even more on how many years he's deprived himself of your presence and before you even know it, he's full-on sobbing onto your shoulder. You feel bad for cooing and smiling, but it's nice knowing that someone missed you so much, that they'd cry by the physical touch of yours. It's endearing, very much so.

At that moment, you realize the depth of his longing, the magnitude of his regret, and the weight of his guilt. It's a bittersweet revelation, one that fills you with empathy and compassion for him. Despite the pain he's caused, you can't help but feel a swell of affection for him, a desire to ease his suffering and heal his wounded heart.

"C'mon now, why are you crying?" You ask, your words tinged with playful sarcasm. Deep down, you know the reason behind his tears, but you want to lighten the mood and offer him some comfort in a more casual manner.

Eren lifts his head from your shoulder, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he wipes away his tears with the back of his hand. He chuckles softly, a hint of sheepishness in his expression as he meets your gaze.

"I missed you," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "A lot."

You smile at his confession, feeling your heart swell with warmth at his sincerity. Despite everything that's happened between you, his words touch you deeply, reminding you of the bond you share and the strength of your friendship.

"I missed you too," you reply softly, your voice filled with understanding and compassion. "And I won't ever do that again, communication is key from now on."

"You good?" You ask as he stares at you for a while, still wiping his tears away with the back of his hand.

"Yeah,

"Alright, wanna head to bed then?" you ask, offering him a gentle smile. He nods in response, and together you step back into the warmth of the room, the chilly night air replaced by the comforting embrace of the indoor temperature.

"I'll see you tommorow, Eren," You say luring him in for one last hug before biding goodbyes. "Goodnight"

"Goodnight, [Name]," Eren replies, returning the hug with a warmth that speaks volumes. As you part ways for the night, you feel a sense of peace settle over you, one you didn't know you needed until a few minutes ago. It comes with a nice sigh of relief. You decide to go check on Levi before heading towards your own bed for the night.

You quiety make your way to his office, careful not to startle him, if that's even possible. Your footsteps barely make a sound as you approach the door. With a gentle knock, you announce your presence before entering, not wanting to startle him if he's in the middle of something important. But he doesn't seem to reply.

You enter Levi's office and are met with the sight of him peacefully asleep at his desk. His usually stern expression is softened in slumber, and there's a faint hint of neutrality expressed on his face. For a moment, you're tempted to take a picture to capture this rare moment of vulnerability, but you resist the urge, not wanting to disturb him or break his boundaries.

Instead, you quietly approach his desk, careful not to make any noise that might wake him. You take in the sight of him sleeping, admiring the way his features relax in sleep and the way his steady breathing fills the room with a sense of calm. You contemplate brushing his locks from his eyes but decide against it knowing he wouldn't be too comfortable with that.

As much as you hate to disturb his rest, you know he'll be more comfortable sleeping in a proper bed. With great care, you lean down and place a gentle hand on his shoulder, giving him a light shake to rouse him from his slumber.

Levi," you say softly.

He stirs at your touch, blinking sleepily as he slowly wakes up. He looks up at you, his gaze turning neutral as he takes in your presence.

"You'll get cramps sleeping like that."

Levi blinks a few times, still groggy from his nap, before his gaze focuses on you. He takes in your words, a faint frown appearing on his face as he realizes the situation. He doesn't like that you caught him sleeping, he feels embarrassed, which is unlike him so he immediately jolts up from his sleeping position and stands up.

"I was only resting my eyes, I was about to go."

Levi's sudden movement startles you for a moment, but you quickly recover, sensing his discomfort. You can tell that he's trying to brush off the situation, his tone casual as he tries to downplay his embarrassment. You play it off with him, wanting him to be more comfortable.

"Yeah, okay." You play along, offering him a reassuring smile to ease his embarrassment. "Anyways, I'm heading to bed so goodnight."

Levi mutters a brief "Goodnight" under his breath before nodding in your direction. He doesn't linger on the moment, swiftly gathering his things and preparing to leave his office. You can sense his desire to retreat into the solitude of his own space, and you don't want to intrude any further on his privacy.

As you head up the stairs and to your own designated room for the night, you wonder how things have become what they are right now, it all started with a little bit of confrontation and then everything resolved itself lke a knot being undone. You hope that everything stays the way it is but knowing how life is, that's more of a wish than anything else. As you feel your eyes become heavy, you wonder what tomorrow has in its stalls for you.

notes: i accidentally deleted after posting it this but thank god i have backups! tysm for reading and let me know if i should end it like this with a small drabble on how things worked out or if you want to continue with it and see how the red carpet event goes... also let me know if you want to be in a taglist (which is honestly so surreal to me >_<;)

divider credits: @hitobaby

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todostiddies · 4 months

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Modern Eren Boyfriend HC

Modern AU headcannons of Eren Jaeger (my beloved) and GNReader pt2

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Eren likes to stargaze with you. He really enjoys finding all the different constellations or making out shapes of your own with you

The first time he took you on a stargazing date was on the hood of his car, somewhere far from the city lights. He tried to impress you with his knowledge of myths behind constellations (the whole big friend group takes camping tips and Historia and Armin nerd out about the Greek myths behind certain constellations) BUT he ended up forgetting or messing the stories up because he was nervous and so he just made some up that starred a beautiful heroine/hero that was suspiciously a lot like you, and a beautiful, mysterious savior that was a lot like him

Now every time yall stargaze he makes a new story up to add to the saga

As mentioned above, camping trips with the whole gang are SO much fun!!

Connie and Eren try and see who can make the most smores the quickest and then eventually switch to who can eat the most the fastest. This usually ends with both parties cheating as Connie hands Sasha some smores behind his back and Eren starts handing you some as well, and both don't even know they're doing the same thing because they're both too focused on winning AND not getting caught.

Eren will cure your resulting tummy ache with a kiss and a lil belly rub, then lift his shirt and pout for you to do the same and honestly who would say no

He sometimes gets lost in his head or overthinks about your relationship or maybe a shift in your mood, so anytime he gets that way or he knows he messed up, he will call his mom for advice and then Mikasa afterwards, which always ends up on a group call with Armin

He has taken your mom or guardian figure on a "date" at least once, and he pulled out all the stops and was so nervous be could have barfed, but on the surface he turned his charm all the way up and they loved him

He wanted to take them^ on a date after he realized he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life and wanted your family to like him

Babies like him but toddlers are sometimes scared of him??

It's a height thing, he just looks so intimidating and he has a resting RBF for fucking sure. Like to the extreme.

But after one conversation they do that cute kid thing where they pick a person and follow them around whole heartedly copying them and trying to impress them, and it's always going to be Eren.

He gets super into it too and makes sure to lead the kids on cool little adventures and hang out with them and give them some "life advice" which really isn't that deep lol but sometimes it's pretty good but it's always cheesy

He deffo screams like a girl when gaming but if he remembers you are in the room he will clear his throat with a blush and sober up quickly lmao

Bear with me on this one, maybe unpopular opinion but... he reads a book a month

Sometimes two, but never goes a month without at least one book. During high school he had some anxiety and anger issues he had a hard time first getting used to even having, and then managing as time went on with personnel stuff and high school things, so he REALLY hated having time alone where he did nothing

The worst was before bed where he just laid awake and could not sleep :( but then Armin kept going on about this book he was reading, so Eren pirated it online and read it every night before bed. And reading really helped give him something to do in those moments and actually helped him a lot when it came to accepting therapy

So I think he does enjoy reading and even has some reading glasses and likes to read with a warm drink, like hot chocolate or some decaf coffee he made, and likes to read cuddled up in the rain

Will talk to you about his book and his theories, and if an ending pisses him off or was just straight up bad?? You will never hear the end of it, it will literally sour his mood for the rest of the day and every time he thinks about it. And if you're a reader too, then you two have dates where you fill up dinner table conversations just talking about books and go on little book dates once a month too and will often read the same books (like a mini book club, fun!!)

He has annotated a book for you at least once

Going back to the therapy thing, I know a lot of modern headcanons show Eren as super termpental and with a lot of mental health issues too, and though I 100% agree that he was that way in canon, I think Modern Eren would be a lot more happy and chill and even easy-going because he didn't have to deal with all that canon trauma. That being said, I do think high school was hard for him because (in my modern AU at least) that would be when he found out about Zeke and his dads other family, which even his mom didn't know about...

His dad had a past marriage and son that didn't work out and he had an opportunity to leave for work and so he just did. It is his greatest shame and regret so though he sent money to them every year, he never wanted Eren or Carla to find out. But eventually Carla tracked the money and they found out. So in his high school years, Eren hated his father and even hated the other family like it was their fault too for all the drama in his. His parents verged divorce and he felt him and Mikasa growing apart as she crushed on Jean (they still were SUPER close and once he told them about everything going on the three of them grew even closer) and Armin was super academically busy and didn't have a lot of free time either. So because of all of this, I feel like Eren did struggle with some anger issues, depression, anxiety, and overall teenage angst during this time.

But, eventually him and his family went to therapy and they met with the other family and they eventually moved closer and Eren and Zeke ended up becoming good brothers yay

Speaking of, he gushes to Zeke about you ALL of the time

He has a strained relationship with his Dad, but he is A MAMAS BOY of course

He is very open with you about his past and his family situation and everything he felt and went through. It is easy for him to let you in on things that he has already processed and been through, but sometimes harder to fully open up about more recent things

He gets all the tea on everybody from specifically Armin, Mikasa, Sasha , Connie and Historia (the gossiping queens). Every time the gang gets together they are dishing out everyone's dirty laundry and tea and Eren brings it back to you boiling hot and he makes you both a cup of something warm while you sit on the counter nodding along with your mouth open

He loves getting your reactions so much, and you two always end up gossiping just as much and laughing, and since he loves your reactions so much he sometimes plays out his reaction to the particularly juicy parts for you too I don't condone gossiping but I also recognize it as fun and socially bonding lmao but be nice about it okay

He gives you a bite of everything he eats no matter how large or small the portion and even before you ask. He will also give you a sip of whatever he is drinking too, and if you like it more than him or are more thirty or hungry he always ends up either giving it to you or splitting it

He went through a phase where a got a slushi every single day, didn't matter what time (though he usually liked them best after school or the gym or super late at night like 3am when he can't sleep) He still likes to have them a couple times a month now

Will go on late night drives with you, driving slow with the windows down, crickets from outside and the radio playing, it's just so nice and always makes you both smile. He watches you more than the road but is a VERY safe driver, especially with you

That being said, he will also speed up to very illegal speeds at least once (on completely deserted and safe roads) just to hear you squeal and laugh

Likes when you fall asleep in the car. He will drive on the wrong side of the road or in the other line to avoid any kind of speed bumps or risks to your slumber, skips songs that are too noisy or shocking, avoids potholes at all costs, and will take the longer route home. He also gets a little distracted every time you snore or just from admiring you because you look too cute asleep like the lil passenger princess you are

Has done donuts in the car with you a couple times late at night in an empty parking lot and he LOVES the way you laugh and howl into the night while the engine nearly drowns out everything else

That's all for now, but I have more to say soon!

Thank you for taking the time to read this, I hope you enjoyed it!!

pt2

#want him badly #this isnt funny anymore #thinking of him always after the aot ending #which I still haven't recovered from #AOT fic #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren x y/n #eren x you #modern au #eren modern au #attack on titan headcanons #eren headcanons #eren yaeger x reader #eren yaeger imagine #eren jaeger x reader

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delightfully-deranged-dagur · 3 months

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TD OCs Redesigns part 2! At long last!

Lulu

This Clown didn't change much in concept but she definitely changed in design.

Previously I already made a more casual look for her when she's not performing, and that became the basis for her redesign. Her old outfit will be repurposed for her performance outfit. Still need to draw that.

Besides that she got a new hairstyle! And a hint of that Pinkie Pie inspired front swirl.

Madileighn

The Influencer had a massive overhaul from her 1st look to her 2nd. The first look I've actually recycled for her mom's design. Who I'll post here eventually.

Anyway Madi got a warmer yellow tone, some bangs and a shorter coat. She's still looking fabulous!

Marlo

The Prankster kept a lot of his original elements. Purple + green colors, curly black hair and a bomb on his clothes.

The hoodie became a jacket. The hair got more sharper in the back and the bomb was moved to his shirt. His shorts and nose kept changing but I finally settled on something I like.

Olive

The Shy Doormat stayed very consistent in design. The clothes just became baggier, the nose changed shape and her colors more muted.

But she still hates the spotlight and is still a lesbian disaster.

Parvati

Immediately, the Mythology Buff became more tomboy-ish. Her features became a lot more sharper and a bit more androgynous.

Her outfit stayed the mostly it just evolved. Less cluttered details. A more eye pleasing color pallette. All changes for the better.

Phoenix

He's a menace this one. Definitely the one that gave me the most trouble redesigning.

Like Parvati I removed a lot of unnecessary details and gave him a more eye pleasing pallette. His skintone got a cooler undertone to better see the line work.

And the big change. His hair. Less knock-off Hobie Brown and more his own person. I'm very thankful for my friend Howai for giving me the idea for locs.

Rachel

Ah Rachel. The Rodeo Star. Who actually started out as a pathetic Heather Wannabe. She became something way different. Now an antagonist more in line with Bowie.

Her design barely changed from V2 to V3. Just changed her bangs direction and gave her abs. Why mess with perfection?

I just realized Rachel gained boots and lost her sandals, while Madileighn lost her boots and gained sandals. Huh. Fun trade-off.

Raheem

The Oblivious Hearth Throb is still as good looking as ever.

Now he gets to take his hair down and really make people swoon. Not that he realizes.

I basically made his outfit more warm weather oriented then cold. Also, he went from green to gray. A more neutral color helps him stand out from the cast.

Sasha

Now if Rachel isn't the one with the least changes. Then it's Sasha. I struck gold with the first design. And she barely changed after that.

The 2 big differences are her hair, from flowing waves to bantu knots. And her concept.

Originally she was a singer going on TD to promote herself. Now she's a nepo-baby who's uncle got her onto the show. She doesn't realize her well connected, rich girl experiences aren't universal.

Tony

Last and certainly never least. The Short-Tempered Greaser.

Tony's outfit barely changed. Just some color adjustments. But his body definitely changed. The 2nd time I designed as someone short and not just shrunk someone down.

The big difference this time is his hair. I love the pompadour+swirl but I wanted something different to differentiate him from how i draw Johnny Spirit. So he got a quaff. I think that's the right word.

Anyway lastly his pose makes his personality more clear. He's cranky and impatient.

Thank you for joining me and listen to me ramble about these guys.

I'm hoping to get the first chapter of my OC season out sometime this year. So stay tuned.

#my art #total drama #total drama island #total drama action : take 2 #total drama oc #oc art #oc lulu #oc Madileighn #oc marlo #oc olive #oc parvati #oc phoenix #oc rachel #oc raheem #oc sasha #oc tony

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oh-no-the-hyperfixations · 6 months

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Flight rising TMA Fandragons pt 1 of 3

This will contain spoilers

So i’ve been working on transforming the tma cast into silly little dragons ^^ jon was my first i planned out in july of last year. Its been a Very fun and Deeply expensive little collection which is still ongoing. The colors for these are in the alt text ^^

Jons skin was made by yours truly and was single handedly one of my most expensive items to buy, it features all his mentioned scars (or most anyways-) his burnt hand, teethmarks from daisy over his neck, and although they cant be seen with his outfit stab marks from michael. I thought a green theme fit him well given the podcasts coverart. I figured with the amount of stress this dude goes through a spiral was a perfect fit.

Martin was rather difficult to find the correct colors for at the time. I wanted him to carry pieces of his past with him (a locket from his mother, a coat from his internship with peter lukas and his tea set) i wanted him to be a Protector so i thought an obby was a good choice

Tim was Beyond fun and So So difficult, i wanted to play around with the idea of him becoming an avatar of the desolation after his demise and made him out of Wax and fire. Unfortunately they Still don’t have Hawaiian style shirts in FR so i had to compromise. I gave him some carnival wear to show its still Part of him

Sasha was a little difficult to get perfect- i wanted to show that she was plain enough to Melt into the background. She’s wrapped in more of the carousel set to show she Cant get off the merry go round because she Doesn’t have a face. I took Heavy inspo of her design from @reidspng sasha design cause i think they captured her Perfectly

Melanie King I was playing around with the thought of Ghost bullets and Bones, i scried her colors on accident after some trial and error and just Loved it, her outfit just fell in place after i got the skry ^^

Gerry was one of the first i completed fully- i saw the kelpie hair and just Knew it would be a perfect box dye, i wanted to give him this sorta ghostly aura- like you’d just summoned him in a seance and he just looks beyond annoyed

Gertrude was a little difficult to find the proper scry for- it felt like Nothing i was doing was turning out right- i started with her outfit first and worked backwards eventually landing on this- i’m rather happy with her overall- her as a coatl just worked out so well for a little arson grannie

Adelard dekker, One of my all time favorite statements mag157 has always stayed with me and i just Knew i had to make this fella. Poison and concrete were my inspirations, i wanted to imagine him as an avatar of the extinction having risen from his tomb to study and try to reverse the end of humanity.

Basira Husain- it is- hilariously difficult to make a modest muslim outfit in a game that doesn’t allow religious imagery- i eventually landed on this which was the Best i could manage. Her skry came after, i wanted to show off her intelligence and mild affiliation with the eye as Glasses (very cliche i know)

Last for this group is Daisy tonner- she’s my eldest of my fandragons at 7 years old (very expensive little purchase ;-;) i liked the idea of having mud and soil as a theme to reference when she was in the buried. She was originally planned as an imperial but i thought a wildclaw would suit her better.

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin k blackwood #timothy stoker #sasha james #melanie king #gerry keay #gertrude robinson #adelard dekker #basira hussain #daisy tonner #flight rising #fandragons

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clickerflight · 3 months

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Fleeting: Part 1 - Benny's

HELLO!!! Welcome to the third Arc of From Dust to Ashes! There will be plenty of whump, though this arc will be a lot more story driven than the others. Let me know if you want to be removed or added to the taglist.

Masterlist

No warnings. Enjoy the crocodiles

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Esial came out of the employee only door into the crocodile pit. He looked up at the glass dome over the pit to see it was nearly night time. He could also see Joseph and Muir moseying down the walkway, coming to get him now that it was nearly time for him to go back to the rehab center. Esial gave a little wave to them, which they returned before turning his attention to the crocodiles. He was wearing blue armbands and they had eaten recently, though not recently enough that they would still be in a feeding frenzy. The blue arm bands were tools Esial used in their training to let them know what he was here for. The crocodiles associated the blue armbands with head scratches and side rubs while Esial checked them all over to gauge their health.

Sasha spotted him and eagerly came out of the water, walking over to him.

He crouched, cooing at her and giving her scratches in all her favorite places. There were four crocodiles here and all but Todd liked getting checked over at this point.

“You are looking very good,” Esial said, pleased. He was proud of it too. He had been working with the crocodiles almost every day for the past six months, partly to earn some pocket money and partly to just be around crocodiles again. When he got here they hadn’t looked particularly happy. They were rather dull in color and very bored, but he sorted that out soon enough, training them and finding more and more interesting ways to deliver their food to them. He’d also worked hard to be able to get close to them despite the managers of the zoo telling him not to for safety concerns. He rolled his eyes mentally at the thought. He was a vampire, It wasn’t like the crocodiles could kill him and he wasn’t afraid of a little regeneration, nevermind the skills he had developed in his time of being a hippo hunter.

And anyways, he was glad he did. A couple of the crocodiles were dealing with some tooth issues that Esial was able to correct after talking with a veterinarian.

Behind Sasha came Morpheus and Janet, who were both looking for attention as well. He cooed and chirped over them, checking their mouths and bodies, giving their claws and tails a good look.

After he had paid special attention to all three of them, he stood up straight, reaching into his pocket to pull out a clicker. He clicked a couple of times, getting Todd’s attention. Todd swam over lazily as he was trained to do, but he didn’t get out of the water.

Esial put his hands on his hips. “Do not make me come in there, Todd,” he said. Esial was willing to get in the water, he just didn’t want to change out of sopping wet clothing when he’d done well to keep dry all day. Speaking of, he had come to enjoy shirts, though it had taken Esial, Joseph, and Muir months to find bottoms he didn’t mind wearing. They had finally landed on ‘harem pants’ as Joseph had called them. Esial didn’t mind them too much, but the fact that he had to peel wet clothes off instead of just untie a length of fabric was still annoying when Todd decided to be difficult.

Todd just stared at him, clearly amused.

Esial sighed heavily and stepped forward, only for Todd to haul himself out of the water.

“Thank you,” Esial said, a little sourly.

He crouched down and looked Todd over without really touching him. Todd didn’t like to be touched much and Esial hadn’t found his sweet spot. He’d figure it out eventually, but for now he gave Todd his space.

“You all look lovely,” Esial announced, standing up. “I do have to go. Behave yourselves.”

The crocodiles watched him for a moment before crawling back into the water as he turned to change from his work clothes to his clean set to go home.

He came up from the employee rooms once he was changed, digging in his satchel as he came up to where Joseph and Muir were leaning on the fence around the pit.

“Hey, Esial. Good day?” Joseph asked.

“Yes,” Esial said with a nod, looking down at the crocodiles. His skin tingling in the last bits of light escaping over the horizon where the sun had disappeared. In the past even that little bit of sun would have left him with a sunburn but a scientist made a breakthrough with a shot that could be taken every three months to give older vampires more resistance to the sun. In most vampires it limited the burning to a sunburn if they were out for more than a half hour, though Esial still burned and melted in the sun after about 10 minutes, but it did mean he could run between buildings or find a place out of the sun really quickly without being completely put out of commission or put in a serious amount of pain. And it meant he could be out in the weak morning and evening light without worrying too much.

“Good,” Joseph said as Muir stretched lazily.

“You look tired, Muir,” Esial pointed out. “Is your new case running you hard?”

“Yeah,” Muir sighed. “Hit another dead end, but I’m sure we’ll figure it out. You wanna stop somewhere on the way home to get some food?”

Esial nodded. “Can we go to Benny’s?”

“Sure,” Muir said, looking at Joseph who nodded in agreement.

The three of them started walking down the pathway to leave the zoo as Muir asked, “Have you heard from Anastasia recently?”

“Yeah,” Esial said brightly. “She is getting into new semester at school and has been getting involved with organizations that will hopefully take her step closer to being ambassador.”

“She finally decide on being an ambassador, then? That’s good.”

“Well,” Esial said, “She plans on it but she said last time I talked to her that she might crack under the pressure and go off to be spy any day. She has been reading up on Limping Lady and I can tell she would kill to get to do stuff like that.”

“So we probably won’t be seeing much of her for a long while, huh. You feeling alright about that?” Joseph asked sympathetically.

Esial nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I can still talk to her on phone and she sends pictures. Besides, if I’m just dying to spend time with people I can always give you guys call. Or come see my idiot children.”

“They’re not idiots,” Joseph said as Muir snorted. “They’re so well trained!”

Esial rolled his eyes. “Being trainable doesn’t exactly point to having abundance of brains.”

The car beeped as Muir unlocked it with a button. The three piled in and Joseph twisted in the passenger seat to look at Esial. “Oh! Did you hear that Kyle finished his PHD in Ancient Languages?”

“I saw on Facebook,” Esial said. “You know you do not have to keep me informed on his life.”

“Well, I just thought it was interesting,” Joseph defended as Muir backed out of the parking space and headed down the road.

Esial rolled his eyes when Joseph wasn’t looking anymore. Joseph tentatively mentioned Kyle fairly often. He and Muir had worked hard to stay as Kyle’s friends after…. Everything. It made it awkward that they were also friends with Esial and Kyle had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with Esial as much as it could be helped.

Esial had seen Kyle a couple of times, glimpsing him as he went into Joseph and Muir’s apartment or even a couple of times at the local grocery store when Esial had a craving for a snack that couldn’t get at the rehab center. They both pretended like the other didn’t exist when this happened, not looking directly at the other.

Esial was pretty sure it annoyed Joseph. He wanted all of his friends to also be friends, so he sometimes brought up what the others were doing, checking for reactions to see if anything had changed. Esial wouldn’t mind chatting with Kyle, starting over, but he recognized that Kyle had set a boundary and he wasn’t going to be the one to cross it.

“Leave it alone, Seph,” Muir said, not taking his eyes off the road.

Joseph grumbled a little as he finished getting seatbelted.

They soon arrived at Benny’s and piled out of the car and into the nice little restaurant owned by a friendly couple who opened at night for the vampires who had to stay out of the sun. The two were human but seemed to prefer the nighttime hours anyways.

“Hey, boys,” the old man, Harry, called. Since the store had just opened there weren’t many other people inside. Just a small family of four eating and chatting happily with one another and an older smelling vampire sitting in a booth by himself sipping coffee and reading something on his phone.

The three greeted Harry and ordered food, sitting in a booth away from the rather messy children and more towards the lone vampire patron.

Esial glanced out the window at the darkness. He was just about ready for bed, despite knowing all the other vampires of his caliber were likely to be awake now, moving out and about in the night. He couldn’t really spend time with daylight vampires safely, even with the new medication he was on, and he tended to sleep when the night time vampires were out. That was probably why he was having a hard time developing any new friendships. It was just hard to break the habits from all those years ago when he had his father’s amulet keeping him safe during the day while he was hunting hippos. He still missed the weight of the stone on his collarbone.

Muir put his hand up to stop Joseph as he was speaking, noticing the change in Esial’s mood.

“What’s wrong, man? Something bothering you?”

“Oh, it is fine,” Esial said, shaking his head. “I was just thinking…. You are sure no one makes amulets for sun? I mean, I know it is not impossible.”

“I’m sure,” Muir said. “I mean, if it was a thing you know for a fact the rich old vampires up on the hill would have commissioned to have some made so they could peacock around in the daylight too. Trust me, it’s not a thing.”

Esial frowned. “I wonder how my dad made it, then. I mean, I knew he could do magic. Was that rare trait that died out or was art of it lost somehow? You would think it would have been rediscovered in some way, though.”

“It was probably a trait. One day we should take a trip out to Africa and see if we can’t find where you dropped that amulet,” Joseph said, getting a snort from Muir.

“That’ll be a while,” he commented. “You’ll probably need to take a different job if we’re going to do that.”

Joseph huffed. “Look, with the three of our incomes combined when Esial gets out of rehab, we can save up enough to go out for a couple of weeks, can’t we?”

“Maybe,” Muir said, though he sounded doubtful as their food came out.

Unbeknownst to the three of them as they ate, the lone vampire stood up and left quietly, dialing a number he didn’t have saved in his phone.

He stood outside the restaurant as he got an answer.

“Hey boss. Yeah, I have confirmation it’s him. Yeah, I took pictures….. I’ll send them. Yes sir.”

With the call over, the vampire sent the covert pictures he’s taken of Esial to that same phone number through text. He waited and smiled when he saw the notification for money received. Ten grand was pretty good for a few day’s surveillance.

Part 2

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ja3gerb0mbb · 6 months

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bloodsucker chapter 2: photograph

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it was three am when i got back. i had just about enough energy to kick off my shoes, and throw myself onto the bed. my memory is cloudy after watching eren leave. jean probably took me and sasha home; he always does. even with my head feeling like mush, my mind refused to turn off; i just started at the ceiling. eren was coursing through my thoughts like the alcohol ran through my veins. i kept asking myself why i seemed to care as much as i did. it’s just the draw from having mutual friends, is all i chalked it up to.

i flip over my phone next to me, checking the time. 5:42 it read. what the fuck? have i really just been laying here? i unzip my dress, pulling it off, before going to find a t-shirt to wear. for the first time tonight, i slip under the covers of my bed. looking toward my window, i notice it’s raining. nothing new. fall starts early in oregon.

suddenly, my mind sobers up and my thoughts become clear as day. shivers are sent down my spine, and the hair on my neck seems to stand up. i adjust my position on the bed, sitting up to fully face the window. the dark that covers the earth blocks me from getting a good view, but i can't shake the feeling there are eyes on me yet again.

the inscent blaring of my alarm woke me up just five hours later. my eyelids felt like they were glued together. today was another literature class. quickly, i threw the warm and comforting sheets off me to get dressed. honestly, the only motivation i had was the allure of eren. would he even show? with his previous track record i wasn’t sure.

did i even want to see him? after last night.. i didn’t know. his hasty absence felt like it was my fault. but how could that be? we’ve barely spoken to each other, if you could even say that. with the damp whether, i opted for an oversized hoodie and baggy jeans. before leaving the dorm, i grabbed a monster. five hours was not going to be enough after the night i had.

eren was already sitting down; in the same seat as yesterday. that’s good, right? there were a lot of empty seats, he could’ve just switched if he really wanted to. or he just didn’t care enough to. i carefully made my way up the steps, once again hyper aware of my body. overthinking is such a bitch. i pulled the chair beside him out, and he made no move. his eyes stayed trained on the front of the room.

“you were at reiner’s party,” it was more of a statement i spoke. i didn’t like his attitude towards me; but maybe he just needed to warm up to people. he briefly tipped his head in my direction, but his eyes made no contact with mine, “so were you,” his voice has lost all of the husk from yesterday. as i was about to make a snide remark, ackerman had walked into the room. still, eren didn’t seem to be in a talking mood. ever apparently.

throughout the lecture, i found myself sneaking constant glances at the boy next to me, again. instead of being tied back, his hair was down and fell around his face. but he wore the same look on his face; exhausted. eventually i tuned back into the lecture when i heard “project.”

“-- research paper on the anglo saxon’s work. you can pick any you want, but you will be doing this with a partner since i will be expecting fifteen pages minimum,” groans were heard around the classroom. i glanced over at eren, who had no change in facial expression despite the hefty assignment just given. did he already know of someone he was going to work with? fuck. i looked around the room at my classmates for the first time to scope out my options. definitely not floch, i thought as i spotted his orange hair.

when class ended, i took one more glance at eren who showed no acknowledgement towards me before making my way out of class. i decided decompressing with jean would lighten the brick in my stomach and changed directions to the dorms on the southside of campus. a few moments later, i felt a hand on my shoulder through my jacket, and turned toward it, slightly stunned. looking into my eyes were the green ones that belonged to eren. my eyes widened, and he didn’t make a move to say anything, almost as if grabbing me caught him off guard too.

“do you already have a partner?” he asked with a huff, annoyed almost. “um, no,” i responded.

“then you’ll do it with me,” he demanded with a flat tone. “your dorm or the library,” he asked but neither felt like he was granting me the option. i didn’t feel comfortable working in libraries; too many distractions which might work out well in this case. i contradicted myself by saying “dorm,” anyway. he tilted his head down in agreement, and he turned around. a few seconds later, i blinked and he was gone. i was taken aback, and fervently searched my surroundings: right, left, behind. but he was gone.

he might’ve been a total ass, but i couldn’t keep the butterflies from fluttering in my chest. there was something about him that allured me. i shook my head in an attempt to scatter the feelings. before i could start walking again, my phone went off.

727 xxx xxx:

it’s eren

you:

hi eren

eren >:(

when did you wanna start

you:

does tmrw work?

eren >:(

yeah, 2pm ?

you liked a message

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the light outside slowly started to become dimmer as the sun set. jean’s dorm always had the best sunset views. with the ‘flannel’ candle burning, the ambiance in the room was almost romantic. but the sounds of ghasts growling on the monitor definitely ruined it. we played minecraft frequently, and tonight was no different.

“fuck!” i yelled, “fucking skeletons keep killing me!” i lightly threw the controller in front of me. it had already been the third time i was killed in the nether, and i was over it. i got up from jean’s bed, pacing around the room. “can you chill? you’re worse than connie,” jean teased me. i rolled my eyes, and started fiddling with random things around his room. jean was used to me snooping, but this time something new was in his nightstand when i opened the drawer.

it was a picture of two boys. for a second the sounds from the monitor and clicking controller went silent as i realized it was jean. and the other boy eren. they both looked so different, it might’ve been taken as far back as high school.

jean was skinner, and his hair was shorter and styled differently. he still looked like himself. i couldn’t say the same for eren. instead of hair long enough to tie back, he had an undercut. jean still had a few inches on him in this picture, but the biggest change was his face. it was fuller, and there was a light in his eyes he was missing nowadays. his smile reached from ear to ear. i’ve never seen him smile… the picture was cut short by a torn edge on the left side. like someone had ripped it in half.

“why so silent,” jean asked, taking a quick glance over, paying half attention. he did a double take, this time actually looking at what i was holding. “damn y/n, always a snoop, don’t touch that,” he said, peeling the picture from my hands. he walked it to the other side of the room, placing it in his wardrobe this time. “sorry,” i started. looking up at him, jean was staring at the floor.

“i didn’t know you were friends. i thought you guys hated each other.” his response came quick, “we do.” jean didn’t want to talk about it, but i did. anytime the group mentioned eren, jean was tightlipped. the only remarks he made ridiculed eren; i figured they never got along.

“so.. what happened?” i asked. he looked over at me this time; his eyes were sad, blank. just like erens. he took a deep breath in, and let it out long before he responded to me. “he fooled around with historia our first year here. and you know historia,” i laughed though my nose.

“then we started fooling around. i didn’t think it was a big deal. at least, eren never made it seem like he and historia were a big deal. i still don’t think they were, but he got so mad at me.” the sadness had returned to jean’s eyes. “we got into a fight, and before either of us tried to make amends, he was just… gone. no one heard anything from him for a whole fucking year. we all just assumed he was in love with historia and couldn’t take it.” he was staring at the floor again. i walked the distance to him, crawling over the bed. “i’m sorry jean-boy,” teasing him to lighten the mood.

my hands were wrapped around his torso in a half hug. jean pushed me off, “fuck you,” he laughed out. he reached his hand out to mess up my hair before saying, “stay away from jaeger, y/n. he’s not like he used to be.” it didn’t come as a surprise; even i could tell something was off.

he walked away, grabbing the controller i threw earlier, and shoved it back into my hands. “come on, i need help getting blaze rods,” he said with a light smile. i went back to playing the game, but i wasn’t really paying attention as i mulled over jean’s story the rest of the night. it made sense; in theory. but historia was never one to get serious with anyone at all. even ymir; they have a complicated ‘relationship.’ it was hard to imagine the eren i knew falling in love that like, but people change i guess.

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the next day, school work started to pile up. after procrastinating for the first few days, i had a ton of deadlines to meet tonight. a knock at the door drew my attention away from the laptop. i knew i was the only one home, so i went to answer it. behind the door was eren, i can’t believe i fucking forgot!

i pulled the door wider, inviting him inside, “is it already two?” i became self conscious, knowing i hadn’t bothered to put myself together today. “yeah, is it not a good time?,” his voice finally displayed some sort of emotion. he raked his eyes across my face, i diverted my gaze down in response.

“no it’s fine, just set up on the table,” i point to the sorry excuse we had for a dining table. it was an old beer table from reiner we set up while waiting for our furniture to ship. i made my way back to my room to get materials for the projects. did i give him my dorm number? the question nagged at the back of my mind. i blurted the thought out. he gazed over at me, keeping his features and tone even and dull, “i asked sasha.”

“oh,” was all i said. my feelings were.. hurt? maybe he texted me and i didn’t see it in time? maybe he didn’t want to bother me? it was easier to come up with excuses than face the fact that he would rather text my roommate for our number than me. whatever.

i pretended to know what i was flipping the pages of my book for. “any ideas on what text we should analyze?” he asked while tying his hair back. his veins popped out on his exposed forearms and i had to adjust the way i was sitting. before responding, i had to swallow the knot in my throat, “i’m not set on anything, maybe judith?”

eren didn’t take his eyes off his laptop. “it’s kinda short for fifteen pages,” he trailed, “i was thinking beowulf.”it surprised me he was taking initiative. his lack of expression led me to believe i would be doing this project all by myself. “beowulf works.”

we worked for a solid two hours; rereading the text and forming our ideas on themes. he might’ve been putting in effort, but it was strictly school related. don’t complain, i tried to convince myself it was okay he didn’t make it personal. even with all the time we had spent, we weren’t close to finishing. “do you want to take a coffee break?” i asked, “there’s a dutch right down the street.”

“sure, my car?” i nodded as we made our way out the door. i wasn’t expecting him to walk toward the all blank bmw m4. damn. eren made his way to the passenger door, and to my surprise, opened it. the gesture was sweet, but his face showed a veil of annoyance. the car’s inside was pristine; like no one had ever even driven it before. it’s not what i would’ve expected from him.

the short drive there would’ve been silent if not for the music playing. fidgeting with my fingers was the only thing that seemed to pass the time; too scared to really say anything to him. he reached his hand over, turning the volume dial down, “what do you want?”

“blended redbull,” i spoke, my voice scratchy from barely using it the whole day. he nodded and placed our orders with the overly-friendly dutch employees (ifykyk). when he handed my drink over, i had the courage to talk while the music was still down. “thanks…”

“you’re not much of a talker,” i realized how rude it sounded as soon as i said it, and it was confirmed when he shot a glare my way. “you aren’t either,” he sipped from his latte. “yeah, because you don’t seem to want to talk to me.”

“i don’t want to talk to anyone,” eren’s gaze was back on the road. his features were still, but i noticed his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. it must’ve been a pretty hard grip since his arm muscles started to flex with the pressure.

“geez..” i scoffed, “any reason, or just not a people person,” the taunt was light, but it was there.

“i have to have a reason?” he phrased it as a statement. logic told me this was just how eren was. but my mind kept making up its own excuses; telling me he just has something against me. “is it because i’m friends with jean?’

“what?” he seemed genuinely surprised by my asking. “do you not talk to me because i’m friends with jean?” i reiterated.

he looked away from the road, back into my eyes. i could see the fire in them now. i was pissing him off, “why would jean have anything to do with that?”

“he’s the reason you left, no?” i presumed. jean wouldn’t lie to me, and he sounded sincere. “no. he’s not.” eren’s answer was definitive. bringing his gaze back on the road once more, his jaw ticked shut. it somehow became even sharper, and i could faintly hear the grinding of his teeth. i took that as my sign to shut the fuck up. whatever was going on was bigger than me, bigger than our friends.

the car made a sharp turn back in the parking lot. eren pulled into a spot with his foot still on the accelerator. he slammed on the breaks, and shoved the gear shift in park. his movements were fast and angry, but not aggressive. just rushed. like he wanted to be anywhere but here. with me. eren opened his door, exiting the car so i mimicked his movements. we made our way back to my dorm, but he led the way as if it were his own we were going back to.

grabbing his things, he didn’t bother to pack them. just grabbed them within his arms, “we’ll finish it another day,” once again he left no room for disagreement. “i’m sorry, i didn-”

“don’t apologize.” he shot me a look of what looked like disgust. his face had gone back to being blank, but his eyes were still blazing. they had life in them again, but this time it wasn’t happiness that awakened it like the picture with jean. eren was out the door in a split second, the sound of the door closing was the only thing my mind registered. i stood in the living room in the dim light, in awe for a few moments. he gets set off easily.. i guess. i might be able to pry with my friends, but it was off limits around eren.

maybe it’s fucked up to be happy that i made him angry. but that’s what i was. i finally got something out of him that wasn’t entirely emotionless. it proved he was even human. the feeling didn’t last long; he crumbled everything i thought i knew about the situation regarding his disappearance. now i was no closer to figuring it out than when i met him. it doesn’t matter, i kept repeating to myself, trying desperately to believe it. i still had a night full of deadlines; so i pushed my emotions as far down as they would go and focused on what was real and in front of me.

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Puzzles - Chapter 11

Completed, multi-chapter fic (11/24)

Pairing: eren jaeger x female reader

Want to start from the beginning? Find Chapter 1 here.

Word count: ~5.3k

Chapter summary: your hangover tradition takes a nose dive as friendships become a bit more complicated.

Content warnings throughout this fic: explicit sexual content, explicit language, alcohol/drug use. reader discretion advised.

Eren didn’t bother trying to fall back asleep. The air mattress was far too wobbly, filled with barely enough air to keep him off the ground. He laid there uncomfortably, listening to the fit of giggles that came from the kitchen. It acted as his alarm clock, set to snooze every two minutes to remind him to get up. He heard your and Sasha’s muffled voices go on and on about whatever it was that had Sasha all worked up.

He eventually stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing his eye with his knuckle to try and wake up. You and Sasha sat beside each other at the kitchen island, hands wrapped around mugs filled with steaming coffee. He rested his forearms on the counter and slid your mug right from under you.

“You’re going to have to give me back my shirt, you know.” He took a sip of your coffee.

“Good morning to you, too.” You made a face and yanked your cup back. Looking him once over, he was standing in just his jeans from last night, his chest on full display. He didn’t seem to mind much.

You looked down at the oversized shirt you wore. It covered just the cusps of your legs as you sat with one foot on the seat of the stool, the other dangling toward the floor. You caught a glimpse of your inner thigh. The flesh was splotched with purpling bruises and lovebites. You tugged the hemline lower. Eren shot you a flashy smile.

Sasha poured Eren a cup of coffee, and the three of you chattered on about the night. Correction: Sasha did most of the talking. You and Eren just listened. She continued her rambles about the guy she danced with last night. She had been gushing all about him to you from the moment you woke up.

Funnily enough, she couldn’t remember his name, only the fact that she had his number. You had spent the last thirty minutes watching her type and then delete at least ten different drafts of messages she wanted to send to the poor fellow. It was a bit entertaining, watching her throw herself into a tizzy over a simple ‘hello.’ She still hadn’t settled on the perfect opening.

With your coffee finished, you headed to Sasha’s upstairs bathroom to find your clothes from yesterday. Eren left not too long after you returned his shirt, mumbling something about having to take Armin somewhere. Eren didn’t even really seem to know. He just told you it had something to do with ‘nerd stuff.’

You lazed around Sasha’s house for another hour or so just to pass the time. After every night out, you had a ritual of meeting up with your friends at the usual hangover spot. You didn’t even need to text Jean or Connie to know they would be there at noon.

Sasha kept her mouth shut about the whole Eren thing for most of the morning, and you thought you had managed to escape the topic altogether. But it wasn’t until Sasha had you locked into her car, unable to physically escape, that she finally decided to interrogate you. She might as well have had a cigar hanging from her mouth and that moody detective lighting because she was about to pry every detail out of you. You were ready to plead the fifth.

She waggled her thin eyebrows at you while she drove to the restaurant. “So, you and Eren, huh?”

The thought of rolling out of the car, even on this 45-mile-per-hour road, sounded more appealing than having this conversation.

“‘Me and Eren,’ what?” you asked.

“Sittin’ in a tree. K-I-S-S-I–”

“Sasha!”

“Right, right.” She laughed to herself. “You only cuddled. Just like you did when you spent the night at his house because, apparently, that’s all you do.”

Not exactly. “Yeah.”

She parked the car in the spot just outside the diner’s front door. The parking spot should be reserved for her at this point. The diner was never busy, leaving plenty of parking and tables open for the four of you. It only made the service all the better. Nothing beats having your waitress know you by name.

The diner was the standard get-together place for you and the three amigos. In fact, it was the very place where you met Jean and Connie for the first time.

Ah, memories.

You and Sasha didn’t need to take a second look around the place to find the boys. You always sat in the same spot like the creatures of habit you all were. Connie peered over the back of the booth, and he waved his hand above his head as if he were hidden in a crowd.

“Cheeseburger – everything on it. Side of curly fries. Vanilla malt. Did I get that right?” Jean recited to you as you slid into the booth next to Connie.

“Impressive,” you said with a grin. You had pronounced that exact order as the ultimate hangover cure, and while you weren't hungover this morning, it still sounded just as good.

“Julie came by a couple of minutes ago, so I figured I’d order for you since we knew you were close by.”

“Did you or Julie know my order?” you teased. She not only knew you by name but also by order.

“Very funny.”

“I told Sasha that I could have picked you up,” Connie said. “Woulda saved her some gas money.”

Sasha gave him a nasty look. “Not happening.”

“But–”

She folded her arms across her chest to add to the drama. It really sold the whole motherly effect she had going. She said, “You are still banned from driving either of us anywhere.” Connie let out a whiny groan.

Sasha was still grumpy about the night Connie drove you to Jean’s apartment for a late-night smoke session. You know the night: when you ate your weight in Wendy’s and got embarrassingly baked off of one hit. By the time you finished your frosty, the three men were toasted beyond recognition. Left stranded at Jean’s, you had no choice other than to ask Sasha to pick you up.

If you thought Sasha’s mother act was a bit much now, well, it was nothing compared to that night. They all got an earful from Mama Sasha, that was for sure. If you hadn’t been in total nirvana after your ice cream, you would have jumped in to remind her that you can take care of yourself.

That was one of the qualities you liked the most, and sometimes the least, about Sasha – she always came to your defense. She knew that you were more than capable of handling yourself, but she couldn’t help but feel a bit protective over you, especially around the dunces she called friends.

“The three of you are absolute idiots when you’re high, you know that?” Sasha said.

“But we’re your idiots,” Connie sang.

A flicker of a smile ran across Sasha’s face. With a small shake of her head, she said, “Hate to say it but it was nice to see you all like that – you know, getting along. Seems like you had a good time, at least.”

“Define ‘good time,’” Connie’s voice was flat with sarcasm. He shot a glance at the other culprit of the night that was just across the booth.

Sasha, being the smart aleck that she was, started to rattle off different definitions of a ‘good time.’ She didn’t even notice the way Jean awkwardly averted Connie’s glare. He was all red in the face just thinking about that night.

Shortly after Sasha drove you home, Eren passed out on the couch – nothing out of the ordinary – and it gave Jean the opportunity to spill his guts to Connie. And, boy, did he spill. The sucker, high off his ass, just couldn’t stop talking about you.

Connie was used to it. It wasn’t the first time that Jean had been all riled up on his own emotions. Normally, Connie would be all about hyping his friend up. But this time was different. This time, Connie just sat there and took it, failing to utter even a single word in response. He couldn’t do it, not in good faith. He just helplessly stared back at Jean, now in on the secret that you had a thing with Eren.

Jean questioned why Connie wore such a pained look on his face that night, not wanting to accept the obvious answer that snored beside them on the couch.

As usual, it didn’t take long for your food to arrive. Your stomach gurgled just at the sight. You reached past Connie for the ketchup and squirted some beside your fries. Before you could even take a bite, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket.

The text read, Coming over tonight?

A simple message from Eren, something that you had come to expect. You were starting to realize that no matter how close you became, he would always be a dry texter.

Sorry, can’t tonight, you typed.

The phone vibrated without giving you the chance to set it down. Your stomach growled, and your fries had to go yet another moment before being devoured.

Whyyyyyyyy. Eight y’s and all. That set a new record for the biggest reaction you had gotten from him over text.

With Sasha, Jean, and Connie for the day. Send.

He responded with a frowning emoji – that little face with the ridiculous, upside-down ‘U’ for a mouth. It was followed by a second message that read, ‘Ugh.’

You asked if he wanted a raincheck. He messaged back quickly, Tomorrow?

You reacted to the message with a thumbs-up and put your phone back into your pocket.

“What’s got you all smiley over there?” Sasha asked, and you felt your face drop. You didn’t even realize that you were smiling. “Or should I say, ‘who?’”

“Nothing. Eren’s just being dumb,” you said quickly. You needed to change the subject. “Hey, that reminds me. Why did Eren stop by your place a couple of weeks ago? You know, that day my car broke down.”

Sasha crumpled her face in confusion. “Huh?”

“Yeah. I bumped into him outside your house.” You thought about that day and how Eren avoided answering your question directly. “He didn’t tell you?”

“No,” she said. “Why is he so weird?”

“Beats me.”

Jean butted in, “Maybe he was finally trying to get some after all these years.”

Sasha made a gagging sound. “Gross, Jean. No way.”

He picked up his hamburger with both hands and took a large bite. He didn’t bother to swallow before talking again. “I wouldn’t put it past him.”

“I don’t know about that. Armin said Eren’s stopped hooking up with girls.” You didn’t like how she looked at you when she was talking to Jean.

“What, is he hooking up with guys now?” Jean teased.

Sasha shoved his arm. “You know what I meant.”

“Well, I highly doubt that.”

“Are you questioning the all-knowing Armin?”

“I just think it’s hard to believe the guy can go a weekend without whoring around before he implodes or something.”

“Hey!” Connie interrupted. “Don’t shame our little slut.”

The three of you grimaced at his choice of words. He tossed his head back in a howl of a laugh. No one liked Connie’s jokes more than Connie himself.

Your eyes darted between your friends while they bickered. You scooped some milkshake with a french fry and plopped it into your mouth. There was nothing left to do but sit back and watch the show.

“Don’t be hatin’ because Eren can actually talk to a girl,” Connie said. He desperately wanted to point out that Jean had tried and failed to ask you out at least five times. He figured that Jean was smart enough to get the hint.

“That’s funny coming from you,” Jean sneered. He got the hint. “The guy who still cries about his one-night stand from eight months ago every time he’s drunk. Say, I’m surprised you didn’t cry last night.”

Connie looked down and twirled his straw around in his milkshake. “Low blow, dude. Low blow.”

The four of you continued to aimlessly pick around at your meals. Actually, three of you did. You, Connie, and Jean were pensive as you tried to finish your plates. Sasha, on the other hand, was chowing down as if nothing happened. There was never a single thought in her pretty little head as long as there was food in front of her.

She gulped down her shake. “You wouldn’t believe who I saw snuggling up together this morning.”

She didn’t.

You wanted to slam your head into the table. Why would she even think to bring that up? Jean was right there. He looked pissed.

But Sasha didn’t care at all. Not even a bit. To be honest, she had switched to Team Eren a long time ago – from the very moment she saw how you looked at him.

Even though Jean was one of her best friends, she was exhausted by him and the silly crush he couldn’t admit. More than that, she knew that Jean could have had you at any time. That is, if you wanted him back.

She saw how you spent all your free time with Eren, having sleepovers that she now knew were filled with cuddle sessions (and more, but she wasn’t aware of that). Unlike Jean, you continuously put in the effort with Eren. It was obvious that you were falling for her friend, and fast. She was just pleased that the ice cream date she’d set up helped the two of you hit it off. She should start calling herself Cupid.

“Why do you keep mentioning him? I’m trying to eat,” Jean grumbled.

“Gee, I don’t know. Maybe because he’s our friend?” Sasha said.

“Speak for yourself.”

“Oh, quit it, Jean. You’re just saying that now ‘cause you’re all pissy.”

“I am not pissy! I’m just failing to see why you’re so pleased about Jaeger being all over your best friend.”

It was like you weren’t even there. And, god, why did he have to use that phrase again? All over. It just about made you want to puke all over.

“I just thought it was cute, that’s all,” Sasha said.

“You won’t be singing the same tune when she ends up on the wrong side of Eren’s temper.” Jean motioned in your direction as he spoke, and then he fixed his attention back on Sasha. The duo sat closer than before, fully engulfed in the heat of their argument. “You can’t tell me he hasn't bitten even your head off in the past.”

Sasha opened her mouth to defend Eren, but she bit her tongue with a frown. “It was only when I stole his star in Mario Party, and he turned the game off. That was years ago. I doubt he’d do that now.”

“Oh he’d definitely still do that now,” Connie laughed.

“My point is proven.” Jean proudly tossed a fry into his mouth.

Sasha waved her arms around. “Whatever! This is a dumb conversation.” She reached over the table and clasped her hands over the sides of your head like earmuffs. A bit dramatic, but she was always like that. “She doesn’t need to hear this.”

“I can still hear you, you know.” You sighed and peeled her hands from your face.

“You’re the one who started it!” Jean said.

“And I’ll be the one to end it!” Connie said before aiming his straw at Jean. He blew into it, and a spitty wad of napkin landed on Jean’s cheek. He squealed and swiped at his face until the chewed-up paper fell to the table.

“They’re just friends, anyway,” Sasha quietly said, giving you a look. You couldn’t quite pinpoint her expression.

“Ah!” Connie shoved his fingers into her face. “I said the conversation is over. Dead. Buried. Rest in peace. Funeral is being held tomorrow.”

“Yeah, just friends,” you said. Connie glared at you next. You zipped your fingers across your lips.

Sasha was right. You and Eren were just friends. As far as she knew. As far as you knew, for that matter. It was easier to keep things like this to yourself than to try and catch your friends up on a situation that you didn’t even understand.

No one had anything to say after that. You each went back to poking around at your food, even Sasha.

What Jean wanted to tell you was to watch yourself around Eren. But he knew better than that. He knew you wouldn’t listen. Who would listen to that? It was a major cliché – the whole ‘watch out for that guy’ warning. It never worked.

Either way, you were a grown woman and could make decisions for yourself. Jean wanted to respect that, even if it ended in your eventual heartbreak. Jean was sure that Eren would get what he wanted from you and then grow bored, just as he always did. Eren would toss you aside like you were nothing. He was like a giant, hyperactive kid going from one plaything to the next.

The last thing Jean wanted was for you to get hurt. Really, it was. But he thought that if he just waited things out, eventually, he would get the chance to tell you his feelings. It seemed a lot less messy than trying to prove himself to you. You would probably end up hating him for trying to make Eren seem like the bad guy.

After all of this was said and done, you would want someone more serious. Someone like Jean. At least, that was what he told himself.

You stared at Jean. It was obvious that there was a lot on his mind. You watched his eyes skirt around between the three of you. They settled onto you before he looked back down at his plate.

You weren’t sure if he meant to say it out loud – maybe he wasn’t even sure if he meant to say it out loud – but just under his breath, you heard him mutter, “You’re too good for him.”

There wasn’t anything you could say back to that.

When the waitress came back, you asked for a to-go box. You hadn’t even touched your cheeseburger, and you weren’t sure if you would later. You limply carried the box at your side, following your friends out of the restaurant.

You still didn’t have much to say in Sasha’s car. She let you sit, just for a moment, before asking, “I take it you don’t want to go to Connie’s anymore?”

“Not really.” You stared at your lap. Jean’s words still festered inside of you.

“I get it.”

You wished she said more. Anything would have helped. Even a simple, ‘well, that was fucking awkward’ would have been nice to hear.

She added, “I’ll take you home.”

You waited for a second and imagined going home. You saw yourself curling up in your bed for the night like the pathetic little pill bug that you were. It didn’t sound all that great. “Can you take me somewhere else, actually?”

She weakly smiled at you and started the car.

She dropped you off outside of Eren and Armin’s apartment, sending you off with a wave before driving off. It wasn’t like you to show up unexpectedly, but if Eren could do it then you figured you could do the same. And while nothing sounded better than getting out of these clothes and into a hot shower, you welcomed a distraction.

You knocked on the door. The sound instantly made you regret even showing up. You braced yourself with a deep breath when you heard the door unlock. No going back now.

Armin opened the door. His soft face was contorted into a look of confusion when he saw you. He said your name with a questioning tone.

“Hey,” you said. You didn’t like how glum you sounded. “Eren here?”

“Just left,” he said. His hand still rested on the knob as he glanced over you.“Do you want to come in?”

“Oh, no, that’s okay. I don’t want to bother–”

“It’s fine.” He wasn’t much of an interrupter, and you could see on his face that he even shocked himself. He looked stricken. “I just mean you can – you don’t look so – uh, I ordered pizza. Come in.”

He opened the door wider, and you took the offer. He followed behind you, collected his thoughts, and said, “What I was trying to say was that you look really sad, like you need a friend, and pizza always helps. There will be more than enough if you want some.”

He looked more composed than before, but he still swallowed hard. You let out a small chuckle. “Thanks. My leftovers don’t sound so good anymore.”

You headed for the kitchen and placed the styrofoam box into the refrigerator. You planned on conveniently forgetting it. There wasn’t a chance that you were coming back for the cursed meal.

The pizza arrived not long after you did. Armin brought it back into the kitchen, and he fetched two plates.

“How much do you want?” he asked. He started to place a slice onto a dish.

“I’m okay. Thanks,” you said.

He knitted his eyebrows together, still looking at you while he grabbed another piece. “Let me know if you change your mind.”

He chewed slowly. You could tell he was analyzing you. You sat hunched in your seat, all crumpled and folded over yourself. As you said before, you weren’t the best at hiding your emotions.

“So what happened at lunch?” Armin asked.

You felt your face drop, your lip curling in thought. “How did you know that I was at lunch?”

He shrugged. “You always meet up with Sasha, Connie, and Jean after a night out. Everyone knows that.”

Sasha was right about the whole ‘all-knowing Armin’ thing. You really weren’t up to relaying the story. It wasn’t like there was much of a story to begin with. What could you say? Sasha and Jean got into an argument about Eren and – oh, yeah – Jean practically blurted out how you should be with him instead of Eren.

He didn’t say it in that many words, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to read between the lines on that one.

You played with a piece of your hair between your fingers. You focused on it instead of Armin’s eyes when you finally asked, “Why hasn’t Eren had a girlfriend before?”

To be honest, it felt wrong to ask such a question. It was nosy and intrusive. More than that, it felt like you had just laid your hand of cards straight onto the table. Hey, Armin, wouldn’t you like to know that I have a big, fat crush on your best friend? You pretended that this wouldn’t come back to bite you in the ass.

Armin appeared bewildered. His eyes were scanning over you again, more intently than last time, like he was trying to decipher if you were looking for a specific answer.

He was seconds away from blabbing about Eren’s confession. He shoved that urge down, knowing he had to be more calculated with his words than that. He had his own cards to play, and it wasn’t fair to show Eren’s entire hand yet. If anything, this was Armin’s chance to try and play wingman for Eren.

He started talking but it was too fast for it to sound convincing even in the slightest. “I think Eren’s just looking for ‘the one.’ He’s sentimental like that. Did you know he once–”

You cut him off and said, “Don’t tell me he saved a baby from a burning building. Or, wait – let me guess – was it a kitten in a tree?” Armin looked down in shame. If he was going to lie openly, he could have made it a little more believable. “It’s not like he can hear you or anything. You don’t have to defend him.”

It was like Armin needed confirmation that Eren wasn’t there before he spoke. You watched him lean forward, looking past the doorway to ensure no one else was home. He finally let out a sigh and said, “Eren’s a good guy. A great guy, really. He’s just–” Was emotional the right word? “Hard to get sometimes.”

You let out a ‘hmph’ sound, unsatisfied by his answer. It seemed like no one in this friend group wanted to tell you anything straight. It was all hush-hush and secrets, playing cute and beating around the bush.

“I just don’t get it,” you said. “Everyone makes him out to be some sort of loose cannon or something, but I’ve never seen him like that.”

Sure, Eren could tease you. There was no arguing that. And, yes, he was a cocky little shit more often than not. But it never meant that he treated you badly. He was the guy who took you for bubble tea after a long day and always bought your takeout no matter how much you ordered. And he definitely let you get away with stealing his stars in Mario Party on more than one occasion.

That was the confusing part of developing feelings for a mutual friend. You were still trying to get to know all of the different sides of Eren. Your friends were more than well-acquainted with those sides, so much so that they apparently felt the need to outrightly warn you. And there you were again, trying to describe the plot to someone who had already seen the movie.

Armin was conflicted at the moment. How do you be truthful while still sparing the gritty details of it all? Eren was a loose cannon. Not quite as much as he was during his younger years, but his immaturity still reared its head from time to time.

“Eren’s just–” He paused to choose the right words again. You wished he wouldn’t. You would have preferred to hear the first words that came to his head. “He feels things deeply. All of his emotions are big. I just think he doesn’t know how to deal with them. He talks without thinking. Does a lot of things without thinking, actually.” He scratched his head and his voice quieted. “I don’t know if that even made any sense.”

Does a lot of things without thinking.

“It does, I think.” You wished you stopped there, but you said, “That explains all the hook-ups then.”

Did that sound judgy? It certainly felt judgy. You stiffened with unease when the clunky words left your lips. You hated how you sounded like a jealous girlfriend or something. Worse than that, you were just a jealous friend who had no reason to be jealous in the first place.

Armin sensed your discomfort. “I can say that, truthfully, everyone blows that out of proportion. They just like to give him a hard time, as friends do.”

You weren’t sure if he was just telling you what you wanted to hear. You broke eye contact with him and started to pick at your lip in thought.

“I mean, sure, he gets around, I guess. But no more than your average smooth-talker.” He stopped to chuckle. It was the only time you had seen him smile today. “I personally think that Jean and Connie are a little envious.”

You didn’t look up. You were still processing what he had said. He lowered himself to meet your eyes, looking under the hair that swept over your face.

He finally asked, “You like him, don’t you?”

You felt panicked just by that simple question. It was innocent enough, but those kinds of questions made all of your muddled-up feelings resurface. You thought about last night and felt a tug in your chest.

You didn’t have to answer, though. The conversation was interrupted when you heard Eren stepping through the front door.

“Okay, Armin. They didn’t have blue, so I got you the–” Eren stopped when he saw you and tilted his head. He had a plastic bag draped at his elbow, his other hand holding a red Gatorade. He raised an eyebrow at you. “Huh. So you can hang out with Armin but not me?”

“You caught me,” you said as you smiled at him. “Should have told you I was here, could have had you pick me up something, too.”

He playfully clicked his tongue at you before tossing the bottle over to Armin. “Had to get my boy something. He can’t have even a beer without getting a hangover.” He slumped his arm around Armin. “Gotta replace those electrolytes.”

“Yeah. Thanks,” Armin said, entirely unenthused. He shimmied Eren’s arm off of him. Eren laughed and started to dig through the bag of groceries.

You placed your hands on the counter and stood up from your seat. “I was actually about to get going.”

“Didn’t see your car here. How exactly do you plan on getting home?” Eren asked. You eyed his car keys and then looked back at him with a grin. He let out a sigh. “Fine. C’mon.”

When it was just the two of you in his car, he jestingly said, “I can’t believe you like Armin more than me, and I still am the one giving you a ride.”

“I came to see you, but you weren’t home!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said and brushed you off with his hand. There was silence for a moment, like he wasn’t sure if he should say what was on his mind, but he spoke up. “You know I would have dropped everything and come home sooner if I knew you were there.”

He didn’t look at you when he said it. His eyes were still glued on the road. You wondered if he would blush the same as you were right now if he looked at you. You turned to the window to hide your face.

“Armin can get his own Gatorade, anyway.” He laughed, but it sounded strained and awkward. He hoped the joke would make you forget what he just admitted.

You didn’t say anything the rest of the ride. You just watched his hands. They gripped the steering wheel tighter than usual, knuckles turning white if he held it for too long. At each red light, you watched him release his grip. His fingers would return to their fleshy color as he repetitively tapped at the peak of the wheel. The cycle continued until you were back at your apartment.

You unclasped your seatbelt. “Thanks for the ride.”

“Always,” he said. The corner of his mouth twitched into a half-smile. “Are we still on for tomorrow?”

“Obviously,” you said, matching his smile. “By the way, I put some leftovers in your fridge. It’s a cheeseburger. You can have it.”

His eyes lit up for a moment, but then his face slumped with realization. “If I know anything about you, then I know there are pickles on that burger.”

“You would be correct.”

Eren hated pickles. So much so that you were the one that had to pick them off and eat them yourself if his order was ever wrong. Not that you had any room to complain. You simply enjoyed the little symbiotic relationship the two of you had created.

“I’ll just leave them for you,” he said.

“How considerate,” you sarcastically said with a laugh before stepping out of the car.

Once you were back in the comfort of your apartment, you took a shower and slipped into cleaner, cozier clothes. When you returned to your living room, you found that Eren had texted you. You opened up your phone and read the message with a tired groan.

Armin said you seemed bummed. You good?

It hadn’t even been that long since Eren dropped you off. He must have gotten home and talked with Armin immediately. You hung your head at the thought, wondering just how much Anchorman Armin revealed.

I’m good, you typed. What else did Armin say?

You stared anxiously at the screen once you sent the message. You carefully watched the three little dots that appeared when Eren started to type. You scrutinized just how long he was taking to craft his message, trying to determine if he was revising what he wanted to say.

Thankfully for you – and your racing heart – it didn’t take very long.

It read, Nothing. Why?

You sighed with relief. Another text message came through just a few moments later.

That’s so unnecessarily cryptic. You can’t leave me with that.

You laughed and set down your phone, knowing you were most definitely going to leave him with just that. Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

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Sasha set a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and looked at her watch when the doorbell rang, she stopped to give herself a look over in the mirror and then opened it "Hey" she said to Nick.

“Hey” Nick said sullenly as he came inside. “I know I’m late, sorry” he said.

“Uh no, it’s okay…what’s wrong?” she asked.

He shook his head “Nothing, I’m good…want to watch a movie or something?” he asked taking his coat off.

“Sure…soon as you tell me what’s going on” she said sitting on the coffee table in front of him “You were fine at school today, what happened between then and now?” she asked.

“My family, what else” he said “My parents are apparently getting divorced” he said irritated.

“Again?” Sasha asked.

“Until they break open another bottle of booze and everything’s supposedly fine” he said to her. “You know if it were just me I could handle it…but my brother and sisters…they’re too young to understand and it kills me that they put them in the middle of their problems” he said sadly.

She looked at him sadly and moved to sit next to him on the couch. “Come here” she said pulling him towards her, he lied his head on her chest as she ran her fingers through his hair.

He smiled “How do you do it?” he asked lifting his head up and looking at her.

“Do what exactly?” she asked.

“Make everything better?” he asked.

“it’s a gift” she said shrugging, they laughed.

“You’re my best friend you know” he said.

“Wow really? Even though I’m a girl?” she asked, he laughed.

“Yes” he said, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in close.

They kissed softly, eventually becoming more intense and deep, their mouths fusing together.

“I love you Sash” he said to her.

She smiled “I love you too” she said as they began to kiss once again.

“Mm” he said as they broke apart.

“How about I make you feel even better?” she asked “Come on” she said holding her hand out and nodding towards the stairs.

He pulled the clip holding her hair up, letting it softly cascade down her back, he then pushed it over to the other side as he began to kiss her neck, sliding the strap of her dress down off of her shoulder and planting soft kisses on her bare skin. She whirled around to face him and slowly began to unbutton his shirt, they looked at each other lustfully before connecting in a deep kiss, running his fingers through her hair, laying her down on her bed.

“Sash, I…” he said when she softly pressed her fingers to his lips.

“I don’t want you to think about anything else tonight okay?” she asked.

He smiled against her finger, putting his lips back on hers, she slowly slid his shirt off his shoulders, he shook it from himself, his hands getting stuck in the cuffs, Sasha giggled as he tried to get them out.

“Need help?” she asked laughing.

“No I got it” he said laughing and then pulling it off of himself, he wrapped his arms around her pulling her into him, kissing passionately, his hands running down her waist to her butt and squeezing gently.

He found the zipper to her dress and slowly slid it down, Sasha sat up to face him, slipping the straps of the dress from her shoulders, letting the top fall off her. He stared lustfully at her bare breasts, lunging at her, kissing and nipping at her neck. He reached up to grab her breast, squeezing it, Sasha moaned slightly, she reached down and undid his pants.

Their clothes began to pile up on the floor, his pants falling to the carpet first, her dress soon after followed by her panties and his boxers. He lied flat on his back, Sasha straddling his waist, he began to thrust upward, she matched his movements and began to ride him, he held on to her hips. He sat up, wrapping his arms around her and sucking on her breasts, she ran her fingers through his hair as he began to thrust even harder.

She threw her head back as he began to move faster, whimpering and moaning, grabbing his hair tightly. She finally fell backwards against the bed, her legs still tightly wrapped around his waist, his thrusts becoming quicker. Her headboard tapped lightly against the wall behind it, they both finally cried out in pleasure, their bodies becoming like liquid.

He slowly pulled himself out of her and collapsed next to her, both of them glistening with sweat and slightly out of breath.- Pomp & Circumstance; ch. 15: I"ll Make Love to You

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DISCLAIMER:

For context for today's post you may want so know this. Schools here are split into 3 categories. Elementary (Kindergarten to Grade 6), Junior High (Grade 7 to 9) and High school (Grade 10 to 12). The names of all the schools, as well as people throughout this thread, have been changed for privacy reasons. I will also specify that the stories are all confirmed from my P.O.V. either from my experience or by interviewing people with direct knowledge of the conflict (otherwise know as "hearsay". Johnny Depp's favorite word). Without further ado, let's get back into it.

So after the 'rents went splitsville, when ya boi was 18 months (I'm the hippest white guy on my block), they went their separate ways. And I don't remember much from then until I was about 7 or 8. Everything from birth until that age I know of from hearsay. Although I take a lot of what I hear with a massive grain of salt, except when it comes from either of my younger sisters. We will get into them soon enough.

BIRTH TO (est.)7-8 YEARS OLD

NOTABLE INJURIES:

- Being dropped down a flight of stairs by my father at 18 months after he tried to abduct me after the fight that he and mom had that would lead to their eventual divorce. When asking my father about it later in life, explaining that if it was me I would have tuck and rolled so the baby never hit the ground or even left my arms, his response was "I twisted my ankle" in an event that never needed to happen.

-A scar on my forehead from a time I was left unattended in the bath when I was 3 so my dad could go answer the door. I was told not to jump before I was left unattended. When I inquired he said he "couldn't remember who it was so it probably wasnt anyone important". A lifetime scar and, let's face it, the first of a couple life altering injuries. While I don't remember a life at that time, we can assume with the scientific evidence we currently have on head injuries is that if a head hits a water tap with enough force to cause a cut that would scar it has a decent chance of being accompanied by a concussion. That being said I could be the same person today if that event never happened, but the likelihood of that isn't good.

-A permanently scarred right pinky finger. The scar splays out from the second knuckle joint on this inside (Like when you're looking at your palm). And believe it or not, I'm just realizing now while looking at it that it kind of resembles the Star Trek symbol. Which furthers my own self stereotype that I'm a nerd in a jock's body.

-NOTABLE SCHOOLS AND HOMES:

-A daycare named after a Disney movie, an unknown preschool that I was expelled from for biting fellow classmates, Hoffsteder Elementary (Grade 1 to 1st halfish of Grade 2), Dunleavy Elementary (2nd halfish of Grade 2 until the end of Grade 5). Dunleavy would be the school that I would attend for the longest period of time (3 and a halfish years)

So earliest memory I have is my 7th? birthday party. I remember it happened because I've seen pictures but I also remember my sister Sasha (7 years senior. The one from my last post) in a pair of denim coveralls with one of the straps not done up with a white Sesame Street shirt, more specifically a Big Bird shirt, on underneath and large square thick framed glasses. It was 1994. At 7 I simultaneously thought my older sister was the biggest dork and yet the absolute coolest at the same time.

The party was held at Keenan Akerson's house. That is the earliest boyfriend of my mother's that I can remember and he's the only person that I ever have to say his full name. No idea why.

He was a drag racer. We went down to the local speedway. I remember, very vaguely, once. Nothing much other than the noise the cars made. It's almost a dream at this point. A figment of my imagination almost.

Mom broke up with him. No idea why. I should have asked her. Mom did make off with a Nintendo Entertainment System, which Sasha explained in laters years was Keenan's that he bought for his daughter that he had over sometimes. I don't remember her. And a 3 piece handmade wood entertainment unit. It would become the bane of my existence in my formative years as everytime we moved if mom couldn't afford movers it was me and her, and this thing was solid wood.

From Keenan Akersons we move into Dunleavy Three. A townhouse (aka rowhouse) which I would later find out is for people with low income. It was my favorite. It wasn't extravagant by any means, but I adored it. Maybe because it was just the 3 of us. Mom, Sasha, and myself. Sasha would eventually leave to go live her dad's shortly after for most, if not all, of her high school. He lived in a town that was about an hour and a half drive from where I resided with my mom. Even with Sasha gone I was happy here. I had the unfinished basement as an entire playroom to myself. We didn't even have enough stuff to fill the room. A play rug with a map of a town on it that you drive your toy cars on, and a Little Tikes Football Toy Chest that I would routinely empty all of my toys out of and climb into. Sometimes I would bury myself in the toys. At some point a large comfy grey chair, the matching sofa was in the living room, and a tv with a small square tv stand made it's way down there.

My time at Dunleavy was fine. The second half of Grade 2 was with Mrs. Klein. She was a grey haired lady. She had glasses and she had a short perm. This was in 1994. My 7 year old self would have called it an afro. It was that rounded. From what I remember she was very kind. I always felt safe around her.

Grade 3 came my first crush at the ripe old age of 8. Her name was Mrs. Anderson. It was the first time I knew what love was. She was a redhead and I'm pretty sure she was Italian. She was also very kind. That's kind of a theme for Elementary teachers. My heart wanted more but I was mature enough to know that we could never be and so I gazed from afar. Then summer came and the ol' ADHD kicked in and I forgot Mrs. Anderson ever existed. But I never forgot the way I felt.

Also the assistant principal of Hoffsteder ended up leaving after what was either my Grade 2 or 3 year and transferring to Dunleavy. I had made the joke that he was following me. A joke that while funny to an 8 or 9 year old is really creepy if he had been the one to say it. This part also isn't important to the story at all. Just a minor footnote that I remember and I thought was funny. Mostly for me.

Also Dunleavy had a program, that I was well aware of as I was always getting into trouble at school most likely attention seeking, where if 2 kids have beef they sit with 2 other, usually older, kids and hash it out. And the 2 older kids are there as moderators while the other 2 hash shit out. I can't remember what they called it but I'm now realizing how insane it sounds. Like the principal doesn't have time for your Grade 3 drama so talk to these Grade 6ers and they'll tell you what to do and you do it. And they pulled the Grade 6ers out of class to moderate this shit. Holy fucking shit balls this is insane saying it out loud.

Anyways. That's it up until the end of Grade 3. Just me and my mom, chillin' in Dunleavy living our best and happiest life. But as we all learn at some point, people are very good at making. I had no idea mom wasn't happy. She'd routinely stay out on weekends and I'd look after myself but she'd always come home alone. Someone would enter both of our lives soon enough and change both of us forever.

#MyStory #therapeutic #Part2

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sadomas0chist · 3 years

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perfect strangers

MINORS DNI // 18+

part one; part two; part three

genre: nsfw

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

word count: 2.4k

tags/warnings: dom jean, simultaneous masturbation, penetrative sex, oral receiving (female), fingering, swearing, casual sex, partying, make-out session, brother’s best friend, breeding kink, belly bulge.

synopsis: despite being Connie's sister, you were never half the party animal he was. at the moment, getting good grades on your last semester took all your time which made one of your good friends, Hitch, drag you out of your room to the party your brother hosted. what could possibly happen, other than sleeping with your brother's best friend?

a.n. : i was thinking about turning this into a short series but i’m still debating whether i should go for it or not. anyway, enjoy!!!

update: i actually turned this into a series ;) part two is up!!

Being the sister of one of the most chaotic human beings on earth had its drops. I was supposed to be studying for my last semester which was pretty difficult and needed a full-time concentration.

Instead, I was getting dolled up by one of my best friends, Hitch, who was practically begging me to get out of my room and party. "Don't be so nerdy, it's not like you need the extra credit. Connie will be sad if you don't show up. He's been whining to Sasha all day long how his own sister didn't want to attend his own party." She applied some red lipstick to my lips and popped hers as a sign that she was done.

"Hitch, I really appreciate y'all getting worried about me going crazy, but I'm fine really. You know I'm only going because I missed you and the girls." I stood up from my bed and walked to my vanity, gasping at how sexy I looked.

Hitch smacked my ass in response. "Your ass looks good in this dress. Get some tonight." I raised my eyebrow at her. She knew I wasn't in the mood to mess around and get attached again. I shrugged it off and opened my bedroom door.

"Wait, why didn't he invite them to our house?" I stopped, watching her make her way in front of me.

"He needed more space. And a pool. Now come on we're going to be late." she reached out to grab my hand and dragged me out of my house.

***

"Oh goodness..." I mumbled to myself when I noticed how crowded the place was. Some people were already drunk and throwing up on the grass and in garbage cans, others were shamelessly rubbing on each other, while the rest was either in the pool or at the bar.

"Oh, there's Connie." She pointed at my brother who gave her a tight hug. "Look who's here!" she cheered shaking my shoulders.

"Hey," I smiled and hugged him. "All good?" he smiled down at me and pat my head. I nodded and threw him back a smile. "Aight then, I'm gonna get going. Take care." he pointed at me jogging backward and eventually turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

A pat on my shoulder made me turn around, a grin instantly forming on my lips when I noticed that this hand belonged to Sasha. She jumped in my arms, squeezing me tightly. "Jeez I thought you were dead, never isolate yourself like that again." I chuckled taking a bite of her hot dog. "Hey!" she smacked my arm almost making me choke on the meat.

We caught up on a few things, our conversation getting steamier as Hitch began to mention her sex life and how we should be taking notes.

“No, but really, all jokes aside. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re not getting laid. I don’t even think you know how to pull men anymore babe, full offense.” She took a swing of her beer and shrugged her shoulders. I scoffed, clearly offended.

“Working my ass off for college doesn’t change anything in my flirting techniques.” I scoffed “You know what? I’ll prove it to you right now. Your pick.” I raised my hands up, challenging her. Sasha jumped in excitement next to me while Hitch was inspecting our surroundings.

“Him.” she pointed at the bar. I scrunched my face when I saw a guy who looked musty and crusty. “Girl, not him. Him.” she held my jaw with her hand and tilted my head. My eyes landed on a tall male, manspreading on the stool as his back was leaning against the wooden bar, watching everyone’s move. His elbows were resting on the wood, his right hand holding his drink, swirling it around.

He looked delicious with his tight black shirt and chinos, squeezing him in all the right places. His hair was slicked back, almost dropping to his shoulders. His facial features weren’t clear enough due to the distance I was standing from, but his jawline looked good enough.

He didn’t look like he was expecting company or was here with someone. I smirked and shook her hand, accepting her challenge. “What do you want me to do?”

“Make out with him. You’ve kissed strangers before. I’d like to see if you still have the balls to do it.” I shook my head with a grin. Frankly, I was expecting her to task me with something much worse.

“Done.” Sasha jumped in excitement and Hitch shook my hand. “Watch, and learn.” I turned on my heels and walked to the bar where he was sitting.

“Hey you,” I hissed, getting his attention. “Don’t move,” I whispered as I positioned myself between his legs and grabbed his jaw, placing my lips on his.

From here it could go two ways: he either pushes me off and tells me he’s into guys- yes it happened before, not a pleasant memory- or he kisses me back.

At first, he was shaken. However, it didn’t take him too long to snake his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him, deepening the kiss. He freed his hand from the glass he was holding and wrapped it around the back of my neck, pushing me closer.

I parted my lips, his tongue gently sliding in and toying with mine. When I finally decided it was enough, I let go of him and pulled away, a slight trail of saliva hanging from our lips.

Without adding any other word, I grinned at him and left. He didn’t say anything and sincerely I’m glad he didn’t. He clearly enjoyed it as well.

“Oh my God you actually did that.” she squeaked, shaking my shoulders.

“Hitch, it's not the first time. Also, he was a good kisser. Now, do you believe me?”

She sighed in defeat and nodded. Sasha was long gone, probably dragged to the dance floor by Connie and soon enough Marlo was here to drag Hitch too. I found this as an opportunity to go to the bathroom.

To my surprise, it was empty and clean. I checked if my mascara was still intact and if I needed to fix my lipstick. While I was applying some lipstick on, a group of girls came in, obviously tipsy, and started talking about the guys they wanted to fuck.

“There’s this tall dude with long hair, ugh girl I just want to hump him.” one of them giggled, leaning on her friend for support.

“Stephanie!! He was with a black-haired girl, don't be a slut.” her friend smacked her.

I cocked my eyebrow and added some mascara. I gathered my stuff and texted Hitch that I was going back home.

It was getting lame and my brother was in no way to be seen. I’m sure Hitch and Sasha would understand. I’ve been too focused on my studies and partying wasn’t what I needed right now.

I walked to the gates and waited for a taxi.

“Already leaving?” a voice echoed behind me, startling me. I jumped around to be met with the same dude I made out with, this time, a leather jacket resting on his shoulders.

Great.

“I’m not feeling it.” I shrugged.

“You can’t leave alone. Some dudes are total creeps.” He walked to me. His tall frame towering over me, the mixture of alcohol and perfume intoxicating me.

“You could easily be one of them. I don’t know you.”

“Well, if I were, you wouldn’t have made out with me for starters. You look mature enough to distinguish a gentleman from a douchebag.” He grinned, pushing my hair behind my shoulders.

“A gentleman?” I questioned, toying with the pockets of his jacket.

“Only if you want me to be,” he mumbled, raising my chin with his index finger.

We stared at each other for a while. I knew he was another stranger, but he made me feel aroused. Maybe Hitch was right. Maybe I needed some relief. So I did what I thought I’d never do.

“Come over. My brother is having fun at this stupid party and I doubt he’ll be back any time soon.”

I could tell he was hesitating, and to be honest, his silence made me question if I made the right decision asking him to come over. He looked like he didn’t want to take advantage of me. A true gentleman, I thought.

I didn’t really care though. We were both taking advantage of each other in this situation, knowing that we will probably never see each other again after this. It was a one-time thing.

I did have, however, a feeling that I’ve seen him before, but the booze wasn’t making me think straight and I shrugged it off. He didn’t seem to recognize me so there was nothing to be worried about.

“On one condition.” he spoke up. I tilted my head waiting for him to proceed. “Tonight, I’m in control.”

I chuckled and nodded. “If that’s what you want, cowboy then sure thing.”

“Jean.” he handed out his hand for me to shake.

“Y/n.”

***

It didn’t take us a lot of time to find his car and get to my place. As a matter of fact, our clothes dropped instantly on the floor as soon as we went through my bedroom door.

“You’re so hot,” he mumbled between kisses, his hand folding my breast. I giggled throwing my head back, my fingers playing with his hair.

His hands traveled down my body, parting ways as one pressed against my heat and the other squeezed my ass. He worked his digits between my folds, my fingers digging in his shoulders.

He gathered my slick before pushing it back with his middle and ring finger.

“Fuck Jean,” I moaned out. I pushed him closer, licking him from the base of his neck to his earlobe, and gently sucked it.

He sighed and backed me until I reached my bed. “Relax now,” He pushed me down on the mattress and spread my legs. I grabbed my pillow and placed it underneath my hips.

He sat on his knees and put my legs on his shoulders, my cunt a few inches away from him. Locking eyes with me, he gave my opening a long lick.

I hissed as he licked my slit, his thumb rubbing small circles to my clit. My hands gripped onto my sheets, my hips bucking. Damn, he was good.

“Shit, ahh, Jean,” I whimpered, his fingers now massaging my insides as his tongue played with my clit. He hummed against me, sending vibrations all over my heat.

I squealed as I felt myself get closer, my legs shakings on his shoulders.

“Be a good girl and come all over my face eh?” he seduced his fingers going faster inside me, occasionally curling to hit my sweet spot.

“I’m so close, fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I chanted gripping his hair, my head pushing down the mattress as my orgasm drove me over the edge.

He stood back up, his stubble coated with my wetness. He sucked his fingers before making them pop out of his mouth.

“Tastes as good as it looks.” He chuckled. “Spread them lips for me again baby let me see your mess”. he purred pushing his hair back.

Doing as I’m told, I spread my folds with my index and middle finger and bit my lip before running another finger between them, feeling my slick. He groaned as I touched myself, slightly playing with my swollen clit.

“You want me?” Jean stroked himself as I dipped my fingers inside me. I nodded biting harder on my lower lip, watching as he pumped himself, his vein now conspicuous.

He kneeled on my bed, pulling me closer to him. “Then take me.” And with that, he rammed himself in. I yelped at the painful stretch, his hands holding my hips. I grabbed his wrist with a hand and tried to reach my headboard with the other.

Once given the green light, he started moving slowly in and out, making sure I was comfortable. Gentleman alright.

His pace was steady, the moonlight lighting his side. He looked absolutely handsome. I wasn’t fragile, nor delicate whatsoever. Still, he didn’t fuck me just to please himself. He wanted to please me and feel me as much as I wanted to.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you okay?” I nodded with a smile. Jean’s thrusts became faster and harder. The deep long strokes were just appetizers for what he was keeping in store. He was big, but he felt incredibly nice.

My room soon was filled with the sounds of our bodies smacking against each other along with my moans and his grunts.

I was already feeling sensitive from my first orgasm, and his strokes were my g-spot almost perfectly. I was a panting mess beneath him, my makeup smudged across my face.

“Ah fuck, you’re choking me so fucking good.” he whimpered throwing his head back. Droplets of sweat trailed down from his toned chest to his abs. I stared at his tattoos and how they complimented him.

“Feel it y/n.” he grabbed my hand and placed it on my lower stomach. Shit.

“I’m gonna cum again, oh fuck, Jean.” I whimpered, his hips rocking my body. I squirmed under him, his thumb rubbing my pink bud, adding more friction.

I wailed as I felt my orgasm rip through my body, his thrusts getting sloppier. I knew he was close.

Fortunately, I’m always on the pill, so I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him down. “I want you to fill me up, please,” I begged, his face buried in my neck, leaving a love bite.

“I’m going to fill you up so good, so damn good.” He lifted my waist with his arms and pulled me closer. “Fuck, yes, oh fuck, yes.” he whimpered in my ear as he emptied himself in me, warming my walls with his semen.

We lead there for a while, motionless. His dick was limp inside me, his arms still holding me.

He feels warm. I don’t want to move. No, he has to move. I don’t do aftercare.

“That was good,” I said breaking the silence. Jean rolled to his side, his cum instantly leaking out of me as pulled out.

“Indeed. Thank you.” I chuckled at his silly response.

“You don’t thank someone for having sex with them dumbass.” A smile formed on his lips as he stood up to grab some tissues from my nightstand to clean me up.

“I’m a gentleman, remember?” he cleaned off our cum and tossed the tissues in my garbage can. “I should get going, we don’t want your brother to go nuts on you.” I nodded and pulled the sheets to cover my nude body. It was a shame that he was leaving, but as I said, I never did aftercare when it came to casual sex.

He put on his briefs and began pulling up his bottoms, however, the most unexpected thing happened, making him stop in his tracks.

“Hey, y/n I brought you some- Jean?!” Connie yelled dropping the bag of chips he was holding.

“Connie?!” Jean who was now half-clothed yelled back.

“Are you- oh my god- did I just sleep with your sister?” He panicked, holding his head with both hands.

I smacked my mouth, my eyes wide open. What the fuck was I supposed to do in a situation like that.

“You sure as hell did idiot!” my brother replied, now both of the males looking at me.

Well, that’s extremely awkward.

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dancingazaleas · 3 years

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eren yeager | best friend’s brother (smut)

ok i’m sure this is kind of surprising since i don’t really speak of eren

also no i don’t want to talk about how this is based off of victorious

warnings/notes: cursing, mikasa and eren are brother and sister, drummer!eren, modern au, secret relationship, everyone is 19, nsfw, eventual smut, slight dubcon, slight vouyerism, spanking, clit slapping, degradation, slight praise, choking, tummy bulge, edging, overstimulation, breeding kink, minors dni with this post pls, tell me if i missed anything

you know exactly who’s all going to be home whenever you call mikasa. but you still ask, like you always have, in order to lessen suspicion.

“it’s just me, eren, and zeke. i think zeke has pieck over tonight,” she sighs in slight annoyance, “wanna watch a movie when you come over?”

you tell her yes just as you turn on mikasa’s street. you both hang up with a goodbye, and you feel excitement bubbling in your gut as your car drives you closer and closer to eren. you practically jump out of your car whenever it’s parked on the curb of mikasa’s house.

you squeal while skipping up to the front door, punching in the numbers on the keypad lock without looking. you shut the door quietly after you enter the home, taking in the multiple smells from all three siblings living in the house.

you’ve got to hand it to zeke, he’s got amazing taste. whenever grisha and his mother died, he inherited a lot of money from them and decided to buy himself a home. however, it changed when he found out eren’s mother died and that eren and their adoptive sister, mikasa, would be going into foster care. and with zeke being 19, a legal adult, he managed to fit the roll as a guardian for the two of them. they’ve all lived together for a couple of years now, and you’ve come to enjoy the dynamic between them all whenever you’re staying there for a while.

“oh hey, (name). when’d you get here,” zeke asks whenever you walk into the kitchen, he’s probably getting himself those finger sandwiches he buys himself.

“just now. mikasa in her room,” you stretch and peek over zeke’s shoulder to see what the fridge contains.

“should be. can you get out of my fridge,” he nudges you back with his elbow, which you ignore.

“do you have any baby belle cheese,” you shove him aside with your hip.

“yeah, we do,” you turn to look over your shoulder to see eren walking into the kitchen.

you have to stop yourself from running into his arms, instead starting to rummage through the drawers of the big refrigerator. zeke leaves the kitchen, but you only know that because eren’s front his pressing against your back and warm arms wrap around your waist and his head head rests on your shoulder to whisper in your ear.

“didn’t tell me you were coming over tonight,” he mocks disappointment while you take a baby bell cheese.

“wanted it to be a surprise,” you smile, stepping away from the fridge and opening the packaging of the cheese. eren still clings to you.

“it was a nice surprise,” he kisses at the back of your ear while he squeezes you tight.

you turn your head to look at eren, puckering your lips for a sweet kiss.

eren, not being able to say no to you, obliges and gives you a sweet and lingering kiss on your lips. he pouts whenever you pull away and plop the cheese in your mouth, moving away from him to throw away the wrappings.

“ask mikasa to watch a movie with me,” he requests—more like demands.

“sure,” you nod, “i’ll see you in a few minutes.”

you trudge out of the kitchen and up the stairs, barging into mikasa’s dark room. you watch her jump in her bed, obviously frightened with the abrupt entrance.

“hi hi,” you chant while closing the door behind you, jumping onto her bed next to her.

“you scared me.”

“i know,” you roll your eyes, “wanna watch a movie downstairs?”

“depends... what movie?”

you hum, “maybe the addams family, something like that.”

“yeah, if it’s the addams family then i’ll watch,” she says, scrolling through instagram.

“wanna see if eren will watch,” she asks you while she likes a post by sasha on her phone. the picture was of her, jean, and connie.

“sure, i’ll text him,” you pull out your phone, immediately pulling up eren’s contact and messaging him.

luckily, you’re able to hide the lovey dovey messages sent from eren. you text that mikasa does want to watch a movie and to be downstairs in three minutes.

“he said yea,” eren hadn’t even replied yet.

mikasa and you get off of her bed, making your way down the hallway and down the stairs while talking.

“popcorn?”

“yea, sounds so good right now,” you sigh happily, “we gonna cuddle?”

mikasa snickers at your question, “of course.”

you laugh a little before pushing her in the direction of the kitchen, settling yourself down in the middle on the long sofa. you pull up the addams family on the tv, smiling gently whenever eren comes in the room with his phone in his hands.

“sit at my feet, i’m cuddling with mikasa,” he scoffs at the claim, but puts your legs in his lap.

mikasa comes back into the room with a bowl of popcorn in her hand and some sodas in her hands. she manages to flip the light switch off in the living room while on her way to put everything on the coffee table in front of you. mikasa sits down when you lift your head, welcoming the weight of your head coming down her clothed thighs.

before you start the movie, mikasa asks eren, “do you have rehearsal tomorrow?”

“yeah. jean and annie’ll be here at like 11,” he sighs in slight frustration just as you start the movie.

“sucks for you,” you snort absentmindedly, pulling the bowl of popcorn into your body on top of your stomach.

eren flicks your leg with his fingers while mikasa ignores the both of you and continues to watch the movie.

during the movie, you notice a text from eren that asks you to stay with him after his rehearsal tomorrow, claiming that mikasa and zeke should be out of the house.

you turn off your phone with a giddy smile. you have a good feeling about tomorrow.

————

you’re laying in eren’s bed while he practices his drumming with his band in a few rooms over. you text mikasa the whole time, who’s telling you about some drama between zeke and her cousin, levi. well, it’s not really drama, levi and zeke just have a love-hate friendship. it makes you laugh, especially since the usually cocky and narcissistic man known as zeke was usually getting his ass chewed out by levi.

“i’m so horny,” eren groans while he walks into the room. menace.

you roll your eyes at him, continuing to text mikasa. eren’s pouting as he flops down next to you, face pressing against your neck.

“didn’t you just get out rehearsal? how do you have energy after drumming for an hour and a half,” you ignore the nipping of eren.

“‘dunno,” he sighs against your skin, sending chills up and down your spine.

you shut off your phone, throwing it to the side and pulling eren from your neck. you kiss him, to which he reciprocates happily, while he goes to straddle your waist.

his hands are already groping at your chest and his breath is already heavy against your mouth.

you pull away, “have you been horny since the beginning of rehearsal??”

he grumbles out a yes while he bites and sucks at your neck. your laughter is interrupted by a gasp when eren bites particularly hard on your neck. his hands creep up under your shirt, only to find a surprise.

“you’re not wearing a bra,” he asks, pushing the shirt up over your boobs.

“didn’t feel the need to,” you mumble with embarrassment as eren’s eyes stare at your chest.

without a second thought, his lips are attached to one tit, sucking hickies onto the skin around your areola. you whimper when he punches and twists a nipple with his fingers, chest slightly bucking up and burying his face further into your tits. eren feels like he’s in heaven.

when eren pulls away, he takes a moment to admire your tits. bruised and abused, glistening with his saliva under the lights in his room.

“pretty,” he mumbles, finally pushing your shirt entirely off of your body.

you wiggle your hips as a signal that eren takes. he’s ridding himself of his shirt and pants before he takes off your own pants. his fingers just barely swipe across the outsides of your thighs, giving you goosebumps.

eren’s spreading your legs apart, staring at the wet stain on your panties. you try to push your hips in his face, but eren swings his left arm around your hips to hold them down. his right hand is teasingly stroking your clit through the thin fabric of your underwear. each swipe of his thumb has your whole body tensing, something that has him smirking.

“please,” you bite your lip while you stare into his eyes.

instead of indulging in your desires, he’s pulling his body away from the spot between your legs. only to take off your underwear, and then settle between your legs again.

“you’re all wet and i’ve barely done anything,” he comments, running a fingertip against your slit.

you whimper whenever eren shoves two of his fingers inside of you unexpectedly. he doesn’t give you time to adjust to his fingers, immediately setting himself a tempo as he fucks you with his fingers.

moaning and acting without thinking, your hand tugs at his long hair. he almost immediately pulls his fingers outside of you, fingertips slapping at your needy clit. your hips buck while you apologize.

“pull my hair like that again and you won’t get to cum,” he resumes his finger fucking, slightly smiling at how your hands immediately go to grip at the sheets now. he’s trained you so well.

“do you hear that,” he snickers while curling his finger, squelch sounds following after.

“cumming! cumming,” you pant a few moments later, eyes squeezing shut.

eren immediately pulls his fingers out of you, resulting in a cry from you. he laughs sadistically as he repeats the process over and over and over again, so much that you’ve lost count, tears now running down your cheeks. he lets you come this time, admiring the blissed out look on your face as you moan wantonly.

but his hand moves to your clit now, listening to your pleading that you’re too sensitive.

“shut up and take it,” he stops his maneuvers on your clit to slap your clit again.

you yelp and buck your hips, starting to open your mouth to plead until he starts rubbing your clit again. you orgasm quickly, back arching against eren’s mattress.

“eren,” you whimper, legs shaking while eren pulls his hand away.

“what do you want, pretty girl,” he sits on his knees, looking down at your crying face.

“more,” you sniffle, small hand reaching out for him.

“more of what,” he raises a taunting eyebrow, catching your wrist in his hand, “c’mon, use your words, you’re a big girl.”

“you... more of you.”

“that’s not an answer,” he reaches down to wipe away a tear.

“want you inside me,” you pout and wiggle your hips again.

“you want it or need it?” he smirks while tilting his head.

you whine, “need it. need you here, ‘ren.”

you guide his hand to your tummy while you speak and eren feels his cock throb in his boxers.

“fuck,” he groans, roughly flipping you over to lay on your stomach.

you yelp, reaching out to hold onto the pillow your head was just laying on. he’s forcing you to arch your back, and the way he forces you to do it is almost unrealistic. he’s tossing his boxers across the room for him to search for later, reaching down to pump his cock in his hand.

his hands lay heavy on your ass, spreading your plump cheeks apart to get a better view.

your cheek squishes against the pillow as you stare at him over your shoulder, needy pout on your face. he chuckles at your eyes closing whenever he finally shoves his huge cock inside of you.

“so big,” you sob, “so big, ren.”

he ignores you, pulling him cock out of you until the tip before slamming his hips against your ass. you yelp as soon as eren starts to thrust in and out of you ruthlessly. so hard that you’re sure you’ll have bruises on the back of your thighs for a few days.

however, his hips still whenever he hears the front door of the house creaking open and a voice calling out.

“eren! i’m home,” mikasa calls out while she shuts the door behind her.

you reach your hand back to shove eren off of you, not wanting to risk the chance of mikasa even hearing you. eren grabs your wrist with one hand while the other slaps your asscheek harshly.

“okay, i’m about to take a nap,” he replies to mikasa, knowing full well she’s already making her way up the stairs.

“okay,” she replies, going into her room. her room that’s right next to eren’s.

“eren,” you whisper, “she’s gonna hear.”

“don’t act so innocent,” he growls, “i bet you want mikasa to hear. to hear just how you’re getting fucked like the slut you are.”

you whimper, “no... no.”

“want her to hear how good you’re feeling,” eren smiles sadistically as you turn your head to bury your face in the pillow.

he hears your whining faintly whenever he starts to thrust his hips again. your moans are being muffled by his pillow, and even so, you’re sure that mikasa knows what’s going on by the sound of eren’s skin slapping against your own.

he puts his hands onto your shoulders, leaning his weight onto you as he speeds up his thrusts. you’re almost screaming in his pillow now, nails clawing at the sheets under you.

“gonna come,” he groans breathily, “you gonna come when mikasa’s in the next room over?”

he watches you nod your head, which makes him bite his lips while releasing a groan.

he whispers in your ear, spitting out a command for you, “go ahead. go ahead and cum like the slut you are. give mikasa a show.”

you moan loudly into his pillow, pussy fluttering around his fat cock as you orgasm.

he fucks you through it, not slowing down his fast and vigorous thrusting.

“hurts,” you cry.

“don’t care,” he says, reaching a hand around your body to grip onto your neck.

he’s pulling you up with him, back flushed against his front as he thrusts wildly. you look like a mess, saliva dripping down your chin along with your tears, eyes glossed over.

your hand touches against your tummy gently, whimpering at the feeling of the bulge that is eren.

“feel you,” you mewl quietly, “feel you here, ‘rennie.”

he presses the hand not wrapped around your neck against your tummy, groaning out. his thrusts speed up at full speed, something he does not do often, but eren’s eager to fuck his seed inside of you.

“gonna cum, gonna fuck my kids into your slutty pussy,” he grumbles, slapping a hand over your mouth whenever it opens to moan.

“you want that, huh? w-want me to fuck a kid into you? maybe then mikasa’ll get the hint,” his voice is shaky when he feels you tighten around him.

he snickers, “fuckin’ slut. tightening around me whenever i spew that shit. you want her to hear you being fucked stupid, huh?”

you shake your head while you shut your eyes again. another orgasm is approaching, and you’re not sure that you can handle holding it in.

eren notices and decides to take pity on you.

“go ahead, cum,” and you do. you gush all over his cock and sheets, hands scratching at his wrist as you scream into the palm of his hand.

“fuck,” he hisses whenever he feels his balls tighten.

he comes not too long after you, finally slowing his pace down to a grind. he lets you drop onto the bed on your tummy, spreading your legs open to admire how his cum leaks out of you.

you’re absolutely sure that mikasa heard, but you’re too fucked out to care. she’ll confront you if she knows, and that’s when you’ll worry.

but then again, your best friend’s brother is irresistible.

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All Over Again: Chapter One

[Reincarnation AU]

Pairing(s): Eren x Female! Reader, Jean x Reader

Content and Warnings: AOT Manga Spoilers, Angst, Mentions of Depression, Mentions of Past Deaths, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, Attachment Issues, Commitment Issues, Family Issues, Use of Alcohol, Mentions of Drugs. Reader has issues.

WC: 2.4k

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You never took yourself as someone who believed in second chances and second lives, but it only took one encounter with a man whom you swore you never knew, but felt familiar, to shake the gravity of your existence.

“If there’s a next life, I will find you and love you accordingly.”

He looks at you with eyes that burn full of hope and longing that you almost believe that he was in love.

“I finally found you.”

Chapter Summary:

You indulge yourself in substances to ease the heaviness in your heart, but it loses its effect when you meet an acquaintance’s childhood friend.

Death is not in any way a complexity—life’s inseparable twin that brings balance to the grand stage, the dénouement.

You understand people who treat their lives like an expensive accessory that must be kept in a hidden compartment. Because at the end of the day, humans live, and humans die. Only fools would wish to live forever.

So when you’re walking around campus every morning, you can’t help but think how others can be happy while you suffer a seemingly endless routine of unspeakable pain.

Though, there are moments you share with your friends Sasha and Connie: moments when you get to forget this emptiness by drowning yourself in alcohol and drugs, a complete self-destructive behavior that brings joy for a moment.

“Come on, one more shot Y/N!” Connie shouts from the blasting speakers of some frat party the three of you attended on a Wednesday night.

“Fuck you Connie! I’m starting to feel like shit.” You screamed back, head in the clouds with the reoccurring substances in your body.

“That’s the point, we’re here to feel something!”

We’re here to feel something

feel

something

So you downed one more shot of tequila, dancing in the sea of drunk college students who wished knew better. You wished you knew better, but tonight, you’re going to lose yourself to the loud music from the stereo to lessen the beating sound of your heart.

You felt absolutely euphoric.

You feel someone’s arms snake around your waist; you turn around to see Jean, a man you regularly fuck. “You enjoying your time princess?” You smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down so your lips meet his ear, “I don’t think so. I think I’ll enjoy something else.”

Jean takes your hand and drags you away from the drunk crowd. Upon reaching his room, Jean wasted no time pinning you against the wall and locking his lips with yours. You know where this not-so-secret rendezvous with Jean will lead to. So you wasted no time unbuckling his belt while you both made out.

“Jean, the bed please!” Jean carried you and roughly propped you down on his bed. Tonight, you’ll be enjoying yourself with some good dick.

“You look so beautiful on tonight, I mean, you always do-“

“Just shut up and make ourselves feel good.” So he did, quickly discarding your clothes and tossing them to the side, doing the same to his black shirt. You should be feeling guilty for using him to not feel death pulling you to your grave.

But fuck death and fuck life; you just want to get fucked.

Jean trailed wet kisses along your collarbones to your breasts, eliciting a moan that made him hard. He continued to kiss your chest until he reached the soft folds of your cunt. Jean looked at your desperate eyes as he began to suck on your bud, pushing two fingers inside your hole. “Does it feel good princess?” His voice vibrated through your pussy, your hands tightening the hold on his hair. “Because tonight, my dick won’t be as merciful as my fingers.”

After having rough sex with Jean, you wasted no time taking your discarded clothes on the floor which made the brunette knit his brows together. “Aren’t you tired? Won’t you stay for a bit?” You only continued to put back your slightly wrinkled clothing, “no Jean, I promised to go home together with Sash and Con.”

“But I saw Sasha with that blond dude.”

“Then Conn-“

“He’s probably fucking to Hitch.” You turned to look at Jean, leaning on the side with his head propped up by his arm. Seeing his hopeful eyes, you can’t help but sigh; he’s always like this, demanding even a piece of your time even if this arrangement you have is strictly for kissing and fucking. “Jean, I may party on weekdays, but I’m not an irresponsible shit.” Jean seemed like he gave up, again not having a piece of you. He will always be ten steps behind no matter how much he tries.

He remembered the first time he saw you during the fall of freshman year. He needed to go to the library because his printer broke down, so he opted to use the ones in the library. When Jean finished compiling his assignment, he couldn’t help but notice your presence on the lone corner; it wasn’t love at first sight, but he can’t help but stare at how serene you looked like with your nose buried inside some book he’s sure will make him tongue-tied.

He wanted to approach you,but he didn’t want to disturb your peace. So, he settled where he, is ten steps away from your table.

The next time he saw you were at a party hosted by an upperclassman named Reiner, you were dancing with your friend Sasha and this time, he saw you smiling. Connie noticed Jean’s stare, “you keep on staring at my friend Jeanbo.”

“When will you stop calling me Jea- wait, she’s your friend?” Connie mentioned your name questioningly as he downed the can of beer. “Really pretty eh? Got a lot of guys sliding in her DMs, but she won’t give them the time of day.” Jean could only stare at your figure as you sensually dance to the song the Dj is playing.

“But Jean, maybe you could try,” Jean looked surprised at his bald buddy who’s eyeing him head to toe. “She doesn’t give them the time of day because they’re not her type, but you look okay.” So Jean placed his cup down the table and started to walk towards you until he felt Connie grab his wrist.

“Jean, I love her because she’s my friend, but she’s picky and doesn’t fuck with shit like commitment.”

“It’s not like I’m wanting to-“

“Don’t underestimate her, please.”

He didn’t know how serious Connie’s advice is until your riding on his cock in some bedroom in Reiner’s house.

“Jean- fuck, you feel so good,” Jean doesn’t know if it’s how you moan his name, or how tight your pussy is on his dick, or how you looked like a complete goddess on top of him.

All he knows is he’s starting to understand what Connie said.

Don’t underestimate her, please.

And that night was the start of your strictly-fucking arrangement. As your “relationship” with Jean continues, he can’t help but want more of what you give in the bedroom.

He wanted to see more than the expression you show him, more than the expression when the two of you have sex, and more than the expression when you pretend he doesn’t exist after you’ve done the deed.

For someone who’s not into commitment, you’re committed to keeping your relationship to what it is every time he tries to initiate something more.

He should be thankful; you at least give him your time compared to other men. Jean settles with whatever crumbs of affection you give him; he knows that you’re only here because you need something physical; at least, when he’s buried deep into your tight walls, he gets to see your usual stoic face contorted in pleasure.

He knows what the two of you are, not even friends, just two people who fuck.

When the two of you have sex, he likes to believe that even though you don’t see him as a friend, he’s more than a stranger.

While he watched you leave, Jean could only hope that someday, there’ll be progress in your relationship.

“That’s not true, and you know that-“ The man slammed his hands on the table as you sat there trying hard not to stand up. “It is true. You are nothing but a slave to the idea of love that you fell in love with someone who’ll never be yours.”

Unable to hold your tears any longer, it fell down your cheeks like soft drips of rain, “I’m not a slave! And my feelings are true, why are you saying this to-“

“Because I used you and thought of someone else.” You froze, your senses becoming numb as the room became deafening and deafening with the fast beating of your heart.

“How could you say that to-“ The person beside you spoke as if they’re trying to protect your honor.

“Because girls like her are easily manipulated, all because of the name of love.” He looked at you with so much contempt, “no one will ever love you, not in this life or the next.”

“That’s not true!” you sat up on your bed, cold sweat clinging on your forehead. Another dream, iit felt so real like it happened before. You got up and went to your shared bathroom with Sasha.

While you were doing your morning routine, you can’t help but wonder about the dream you had last night. You’ve had them for as long as you can remember, and it was always with a man whose face you can’t see, but God, he felt so familiar.

You just don’t know who he is.

These dreams were weird to you; it was like becoming a different version of yourself. While the you who’s awake would never bother to be in a “loving” relationship, the you at night is someone who embraced love like it’s second nature.

“Please, dear God take this hangover away!” Your friend said dramatically as she plopped down on the couch.

“Sasha, you’re an atheist.” Sasha scoffed, “not when I have a hangover,” Sasha’s alwaus grumpy when it’s the day after a party, drinking more than what she can, claiming that “no alcohol can stop me!” till she vomits all the said alcohol on the bathroom floor together with her claim of “not” being a light-weight.

Sasha smirked, she couldn’t help but notice the hickeys on your neck. “God, Jean did you a number last night.” You raised your brow as you looked at the mirror on the left side of your dorm, “fuck! I told him not to leave any visible marks.” Sasha watched you annoyingly rub the red patches on your neck, hoping that it’ll magically come off.

“By the way, I heard Armin’s friend is transferring to Shiganshina,” you hummed in reply, clearly not interested. “I heard he’s hot, though he’s not much of a people person, says Armin.” Sasha sips on the coffee.

“Hmm, that’s good for Armin. The guy’s always alone.” You said nonchalantly. You ran back to your room, looking for a top to hide these angry hickeys on your neck. Jean, that motherfucker.

After finding a top, you went back to the living room to see Sasha still sprawled across the couch.

“Anyway, Sash I’m going ahead.”

“Have fun, hope you ran into Armin and his hot friend!”

“There she is! One of my favorite girls.”

“You’re making it sound like you have a lot of girls, baldie.” You rolled your eyes playfully towards Connie, “I told you to stop calling me that! Plus, I do have a lot of girls.” Connie smirked.

“You mean two girls, and your friends at that.”

“Wait, where’s my other girl Sasha?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Ah, why the fuck did I bother.” The two of you started walking together to your shared elective.

Ever since you, Sasha, and Connie met during your first year, the three of you have been inseparable. Being friends with the two of them gave color to your mundane life. They may look like they never take things seriously, but to you, they were the ones who understood you the most.

One of the reasons you didn’t bother to be in a relationship is that you were kind of content with your friends’ love. Plus, you didn’t want to end up like the you in your dreams.

Connie stopped, “I heard about little Armin’s friend.” You chuckled at his comment, “Armin’s not small.”

“Well, I’m taller than- wait, what kind of small are you talking about. “He eyed you suspiciously. You stared at him with disbelief, not believing what he said, “oh please, I never slept with Armin.”

“Yet.”

“Connie, I don’t have plans with sleeping with Armin. He’s not even my type.”

“Then what’s your type.” You contemplated for a bit, does he mean by face value or- then you remembered your dream last night. You turned to Connie who’s looking at you with curiosity.

You smiled sadly, “someone who won’t pretend that I’m someone else.”

Days passed, and another party came; dressed in your little black dress, you were ready to get drunk in commemoration of completing your midterms.

Everybody was talking about it; some were nervous, some were proud, and some were just happy it ended. You, on the other hand, couldn’t be bothered; after all, you were the smart one in your small group of friends.

“I swear to God Connie, Sasha’s hooking up with that culinary boy!” You said loudly, hoping Connie could hear you from the loud music. “Good for you to state the obvious!” He replied, equally loud as you.

“Told you, his food’s not the only thing she puts her mouth on.” The both of you laughed. You continued to converse with Connie until he dragged you to dance. “Remember what I said we’re here to-“

“Feel something!” You giggled, feeling the alcohol seep through your system. You danced with Connie, your arms on his neck and your hips swaying to the music. In another’s point of view, they’d think that everyone at this party is happy. Maybe it’s true when you’re shit high and drunk. At this moment, you’re happy with the alcohol anesthetizes the pain. Your personal anesthesia.

As the beats from the stereo got louder and louder, so did the people. Friday nights are the best.

“Hey guys!” A voice called out to you and Connie, catching both of your attention.

“Hey Armin! What’s up man!” He walked over to the both of you, a figure following him from behind.”

“I want you to meet my friend.”

“Hello Armin’s friend, nice to mee-“ the moment your eyes landed on his, your smile failed. Your anesthesia loses its effect, and now you’re left with this uncomfortable feeling.

He looks at you with eyes that burn full of hope and longing that you almost believe that he was in love.

“I finally found you.”

AN: I finally had the chance to post this 🤩

#eren yeager x reader #eren x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean x reader #aot #snk #aot x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren x you #eren smut #eren x y/n #jean smut

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Hi, can I request one where the SNK characters react to their s/o starting a tickle fight? And what would be their ticklish spot? Thank you❤��

hi!! that's so sweet, of course!! i hope you like it! ！！＼(^o^)／

❁ shingeki characters!

❁ eren, mikasa, armin, jean, connie, sasha, reiner, levi.

eren:

- he likes tickles.

- but just for a couple minutes, then he feels bothered and uncomfortable.

- once you two were lying on his bed when your feet touched his, and he literally exploded.

- "stop!" laugh "please not my feet"

- his ticklish spot had difficult access, but once you two moved together...

- "honey it's almost 3 am could you take that evil foot away from mine?"

- "but yours are hot and mine are cold"

- "buy an automatic heat blanket."

- he usually don't tickle you, but sometimes he does it to tease you.

- "hmm your belly button is really ticklish, isn't it, honey?"

- actually has zero shame to introduce his head on your shirt and blow on your belly button. this is actually way more ticklish.

- "eren please have mercy."

mikasa:

- she isn't a huge fan of tickles

- but she uses them as a mortal weapon

- "if you put your hands near my ribs i'll tickle your armpits."

- actually she was serious

- you had to ask for air a couple times, she was about to kill you.

armin:

- he laughs even when you didn't touch him

- just thinking about tickles makes him tremble.

- "min i'm five meters apart and you're already laughing"

- "because i can see your fingers in tickling position from here"

- he likes tickles but he's very sensitive to them.

- specially when you two are in bed and your feet finds the back of his knee.

- yes, his ticklish spot is behind the knee.

- his tickles are so soft you love them.

- but when he passes his fingers softly on your neck, you literally get restarted.

- "oh so you like it there? good to know"

- your neck is so sensitive that when he rests his head on your shoulder, his hair on your neck makes you laugh.

jean:

- he's the one that starts them.

- he thinks tickles are a form of intimacy in a couple.

- "i know where you like to be kissed, so i guess knowing where you want to be tickled is part of our relationship."

- his tickles are soft and nice.

- he easily founds your spot: your sides.

- the fun fact is that jean's spot is on his thights, down to his knees.

- "babe, babe, wait, what are you going to do with that hand?"

- squeezing his thighs makes him laugh a lot.

- jean also laughs when you tickle his abdomen.

- "you're really ticklish, aren't you?"

- "babe please stop for a minute, i need air."

- not gonna lie, his tickle wars are a 99% prepared and premeditated to end kissing.

connie:

- he likes to make tickles

- he uses surprise attacks.

- he is literally watching you, his hands prepared to tickle you.

- "connie! you scared m... no, wait"

- you can't keep talking because of tickles.

- he tried once to tickle your butt because he read somewhere that there's a ticle spot next to the buttocks.

- "can i try?"

- "hm yes, but i doubt it will make me laugh..."

- you never knew if it was true, but you keep thinking it was a excuse.

- but i mean he's connie, for sure he was trying to tickle you.

- he's also a ninja to avoid your tickles.

- "you will never find my tickle spot, you'll have to catch me first!"

- the boy is fast enough to scape.

sasha:

- be careful

- i mean sasha is eating 24/7, and if it looks like her mouth is empty, it probably isn't

- it is not the first time she was about to choke because of laugh and food.

- "but sasha the heck? you were eating??

- "sorry sweetpie, i saw that snack on the table."

- her stomach is her tickle spot, unless she ate too much, then it hurts.

- "stop stop my stomach hurts"

- "it is normal, i mean you ate an entire thing of spaghetti by yourself"

reiner:

- reiner has kinda bad experiences with tickles.

- but if you're tickling him, he feels comfort.

- he actually isn't a ticklish person, he hasn't got a ticklish spot, but your hands on his sides makes him flinch a bit.

- but, he usually don't give you tickles back.

- he instead prefers to hug you.

- "rein this was a tickle war"

- "well i'm using a special ability to neutralize your attacks"

- you laugh and let him hug you.

- "i'll pass your special ability today."

- don't lie, you always pass his special ability just to be hugged.

levi:

- be careful with levi’s tickles and accept the consequences of your acts.

- he has immunity to tickles, literally.

- “oi, oi, stop. it isn’t making me laugh, baby”

- “could you please laugh a bit for me?”

- “no.”

- you sometimes stop, sometimes wanna play harder.

- you sit on his lap to avoid him from scaping, and start to tickle him on his sides.

- he said tickles don't make him laugh, but his sides are his ticklish spot and, eventually, he does laugh.

- he moves a bit trying to avoid it, but then he smiles right before taking you hands into his.

- "so you did disobey me, hm?"

- he's close when he starts to make tickles on your waist, using his free hand.

- you move a lot when he's making tickles to you.

- and, well, the human body is surprisingly sensitive.

- your face went from surprise to a heavy blush, and you tried to stand up.

- he sat you again, laughing with deep voice.

- "you're not gonna be responsible of what you did?"

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AoT Characters Taking Nudes

warnings: minors dni (18+) we talking about nudes so-

note: this started as me just thinking about Zeke taking nudes but here we are...

Zeke would probably take really nice nude videos, leaves the sound on to hear his moans. Takes shirtless bathroom mirror pics in boxers. He knows he looks good and how to look good in nudes and lewds and takes advantage of that knowledge.

Eren probably has his feet in the background, flash on, holding his dick like a dead fish in his hand. Probably takes his phone in the shower and takes one there, there's still feet in the background. Really just wants nudes from you so he's more focused on thay than taking good nudes.

Armin probably is shy about it at first, covers his face and pulls up his shirt a bit. Very cute, give him instructions and he'll learn and take the best nudes ever. Pulls his hoodie into his mouth to stroke it. A little too shy to take videos but will take short ones just for you.

Hanji can't take nudes seriously most if the time unless they're very horny, then they stretch out and lean against the wall as a tease just to get you to reciprocate, focuses more on your nudes than theirs. Dirty talks to hell and back though, which makes up for it.

Yelena doesn't take them. You'll have to beg and beg hard to even get a lewd. Enjoys seeing you more than herself, but if it gets you going she'll tease. May send a little peak of her belly or a toy she has waiting for you.

Mikasa denies at first until she starts thinking about it a lot after you mention it, then one night you're getting a dimly lit flash mirror lewd and as long as you stroke her ego and encourage her, she'll send a nude. She's blushing the whole time no matter what.

Porco probably only takes lewds, shirtless in the mirror until you ask him to do certain things. Then he's listening so sweetly to everything you say. You want him to send a video moaning? He's on it even though you can peak his toes in the background. Takes shirtless gym selfies that borderline on erotic. Includes the emoji 😈 way too much.

Reiner doesn't know really how but accidentally takes really good ones. Props his phone up so you can see his chest and dick as he gets himself off. Will turn the sound off because he's embarrassed hearing himself moan unless you ask for sound. Tell him to grab his chest while he strokes it and his whole chest is red but he'll do it because you asked.

Pieck lays on the floor with the mirror and takes nudes like that. Really casual, not much effort but looks sexy nonetheless. Sends you pretty pictures of her fingers in her cunt or them with her slick on it. Lays in front of the mirror legs spread comfortably and her fingers inside.

Annie doesn't like taking them because it makes her flustered. Instead, she'll send lewds of her in a sports bra and sports shorts. You are lucky if you get even that. Don't ask her to do anything else because she won't. Really shy about it.

Bertholdt is really shy but kind of like Armin. Leaves his face out of frame. Mostly because he's tall and focuses on his torso, thighs, and dick. Sends pictures of his belly covered with cum when he's done. Thrives when you send him nudes and compliment.

Levi really won't unless he's desperate and you demand it and you are getting him worked up. Sits in a chair with his legs spread and takes it in the mirror, dimly lit but just enough so see him stroking his cock as he sits. You can even see him blushing. Priceless. Accidently blurry most of the time because he gets carried away.

Onyakopon is shameless. You want him? You got it, sends a nude with his boxers pulled down holding his dick giving a dirty smirk on the mirror. Short videos with his groans. Wants to recieve nudes back and if he doesn't you won't get any in return.

Marco, he knows exactly what you want and how to give it to you. Somehow really good at taking nudes thay it's suspicious. Strokes his cock with his shirt tucked in his mouth. Sends pretty videos of him moaning and complimenting you.

Jean is blushing to the tips of his ears but does it anyways. Half clothed, pants barely pushed down like he was in a rush to fulfill your request (he was) and propping his cock in his hand. Sends cute emojis with it. Endearing but slowly learns what you like to see and eventually gets cocky.

Connie ends up making it funny and sexy at the same time. Playful teases sent back and forth and each picture he's losing more and more clothes until he gets to okay to send them. Pretty average nude-taker, cock lying on his abs while he takes a pic. Compliments and teases your nudes, all playful like you two aren't even naked. Leaves you wanting more. No videos unless your special.

Sasha doesn't know how to take them but she's cute and puts in effort so it works. Props up her phone with a timer and each picture she looks a little confused but she's got the spirit. Gropes her chest, tell her what to do please she's clueless. Still really cute. Enjoys when you send pretty nudes back so she's not alone.

Colt is accidentally (on purpose) sending teases. Mirror selfies with him scratching his tummy until you give him a cue for more. Then he's ripping his shirt off to show you even though he is a bit shy, he still is a bit prideful and wants to show off a bit. Also wants to please you. Gets giddy whenever you send him a picture back. Has a nerdy smile on whenever he sends you one including his face.

Historia sends the best, they're filtered, no dirty room, shows off her best angles and gives her prettiest pouts. Some say too much effort but she thrives off knowing she takes the best nudes ever. Cute little teases like "I wish you were here..." Wears pretty lace sets that hold her just right.

Miche takes gym mirror selfies. When he does send you a tease or something of the like, usually with his shirt off, he’s going to wait for you to ask for more. Otherwise he won’t because he doesn’t want to overstep. When you do he’ll send pictures of the imprint of his cock in his boxers, sends short videos of him stroking it through the boxers captioned with a compliment for you. Says thank you and a cute emoji after he finishes, asks if you finished too.

Erwin forgets his phone everywhere and usually leaves it in his car. Don’t except nudes from him, thinks they’re silly but if you ask nicely you might get a shirtless pic. He loves seeing your nudes but usually wants to just save them for later or take them himself. Thinks nudes are too childish, he wants the real thing not pictures, asks for you to come over instead.

#⚫.filth #⚫.writing #◆.aot #⚫.drabbles #aot fanfiction #aot headcanons #aot hcs #aot x reader #aot x reader smut #x reader #snk x reader #snk smut #⚠️.nudes

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bubbleteaimagines · 3 years

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Dugout

Eren Jaeger Oneshot

Summary: After a team win, Eren thanks his good luck charm by fucking her in the Dugout

Parings: Baseball Player!Eren x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, lots of praise, public sex

Authors Note: I know NOTHING! zero, zip, nada, ABOUT BASEBALL! I am sorry but Dogout and homerun are the only words I know

A final cheer left your lips as Eren hit a homerun, placing the team at 3-2 and bringing home the win.

You could tell that your boyfriend was pumped as he ran around the field, sliding just in time and then yelling out as the empire called it in.

From beside you, Zeke, Grisha, Carla, Armin and Mikasa were all cheering, but Eren only had his focus on you as you hopped around in the stands.

“Baby! I knew you could do it!” You jumped into his arms and gave him a kiss as soon as he was allowed the walk off the field. When you pulled away, he was immediately swooped into Zeke’s arms as he laughed and congratulated his little brother.

“You might just be better than me when I was your age,” Zeke commented, and you could tell the comment meant a lot to Eren, especially because Zeke was already on his way to the pros.

“Well would you look at that-” Eren beamed as his dad pulled him into hug. “Looks like I’ve got two talented ball players as my sons. Nationals- can you believe that honey?”

“Oh, I’m so proud!” Carla leaned down to kiss Eren’s cheek and you giggled at his flustered expression.

“Mom...” He moved away from her, embarrassed, and then zeroed in on Grisha.

“I can’t believe you made it, dad! I thought you had a shift at the hospital!” Eren wondered.

Grisha smiled. “I did. But after hearing how far you’ve come Y/N here showed up and convinced me to come watch. You have her to thank,” The older male said, nodding at you.

Turning towards you, Eren engulfed you in a huge hug and you squealed as he lifted you off the ground.

“You did that? For me?” He questioned, his eyes shining.

“Well...” You rubbed the back of your neck, “I just knew how much it’d mean to you if he did. So I worked some magic and...”

“You’re amazing!” Eren cut you off and kissed you again, causing Zeke to make gagging noise behind you.

“Gross,” He commented, causing Carla to playfully smack his arm.

“Come on. Let’s give him some alone time with Y/N and his friends,” She said softly, guiding Zeke and Grisha away just as Mikasa and Armin came running up.

“Eren!”

“Umph-!” Eren grunted as the two tackled him into a hug and grabbed the nearby fence to steady himself.

“Eren that was amazing!” Armin shouted out once they pulled away, Mikasa nodding.

“You scored two out of three points, Eren! You’re definitely going to get drafted some day,” Mikasa said, causing Eren to beam.

“Y-You think?” He mumbled, his cheeks red. You smiled softly and grabbed his hand.

“We know so,” You reassured him. “Zeke was right- you’re a star, more than he was. And I can’t to see you on the big screen one day.”

“Me too!” Armin said, “But first- we better get to the after party! Jean texted and said that Connie and Sasha are gonna eat everything before we can show up!”

“After party?” Eren tilted his in confusion.

“Well,” You smiled shyly. “I just knew you were gonna win so I went ahead and organized it. Everyone’s there- everyone wants to congratulate you.”

Eren was once again stunned and amazed by your support. Was there anything you didn’t do for him?

“Wow. You’re my good luck charm and my biggest supporter. How did I get so lucky?” Eren pulled you into his arms and kissed the top of your head. You smiled.

“I think I should be asking you that,” You tell him, “But come on. Armin’s right- we’d better hurry unless we wanna be starving.”

“You guys can ride with me and my parents,” Mikasa said. “I know it’s a bit weird seeing as we’re all seniors but-”

“That sounds great actually,” Eren smiled, but his grip on your hand tightened. “I’d love that, but actually I think there’s something I left in the dugout. Y/N, you wanna come with me?”

“Oh yeah,” You were oblivious to the look he was giving you, eyes filled with love admiration. Instead you turned to Mikasa and told her you guys would meet her at the car and then you walked off with Eren.

“Baby? What’d you forget? Was it your gloves again?” You wondered, but you were quickly cut off as Eren grabbed you suddenly and pulled you into a deep kiss.

You couldn’t deny- this was the last thing you were expecting but you quickly pushed away your shock and kissed him back, hands going into hair automatically as he situated his on your waist.

“Woah, baby,” You pulled away as you felt him getting a little too frisky, grinding his hips against yours. “What are you doing? We’re in public,” You reminded him, glancing around worriedly.

“But Y/N,” Eren whined, pulling your attention back to him again. “Baby you were so good to me today. Cheering me on, getting my dad to come, throwing me a party! I wanna give you a reward before we’re surrounded by people for the rest of the night,” He told you.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “A reward?” You asked him, “You mean like-”

“I wanna make you feel good, baby,” He clarified. “I wanna take care of you like you’ve been taking care of me.”

“But we- Eren we’re in the middle of the dogout!” You told him. “Anybody could walk by at any moment. Mikasa-”

He smirked. “Guess we’ll have to be quick then, won’t we?” He asked. You could tell that he was anxious to get his hands on you, and you couldn’t even lie- you were anxious to let him.

It had been a while, since Eren was so busy with baseball, and that was ultimately what ended up making you agree, nodding your head.

“Okay.”

Eren smiled in satisfaction at your answer, and then he was leaning once more to capture your lips. You felt the passion as you always did, but this was a bit more needy as he slowly backed you up against the fence.

“Can you take this off pretty girl?” He asks, pulling away to tug at the jersey he had loaned you. Nodding, you quickly shed the material and shivered as the air kissed your exposed torso. Smiling, Eren did the same with his shirt and the warmth from his musclar body made it a bit more bareable.

“Eren,” You whined as he leaned in and started sucking on your neck, going immediately for your sweet spot. He had you weak in the knees and he hadn’t even touched your dampening core, instead opting to leave pretty hickey and then pulling away.

“Yes baby?” He looked into your eyes and smiled as you grabbed him and pulled him close. “I need these off,” You pouted and motioned to your shorts, your legs already grinding together.

Understanding what you wanted, Eren quickly got to his knees and yanked the material down, exposing your cute little panties which Eren eventually took off, too.

“You want me to make you cum baby? Right here?” He asks you, looking up at you with those beautiful turquoise eyes.

Your core was throbbing and aching for him as you leaned against the fence to steady yourself.

“Y-Yes,” You nodded eagerly, causing Eren to smile, “Yes baby, please.”

“Okay.”

Eren wasted no time in complying with your demands, bringing his calloused fingers to rub over your clit, causing you to let out a moan.

“Fuck- Eren, I-I need-”

His pretty lips were already attached to your pussy before you could even say more, devouring you just like you wanted.

You moaned as his tongue lapped at your velvet walls, hands snaking down to grip his brown hair. Eren help your hips with one hand and then threw your leg over his shoulder to give you more balance.

He then took a break from your pussy in order to slip a finger in, enjoying how you clenched around him.

“You like that pretty girl?” He asks as he curls them deep, adding another finger.

“Y-Yes,” Your fingers are wrapped in his hair and through the gaps of the fence as Eren begins to finger fuck you, stretching you perfectly.

He watches you with admiration as pretty moan escape your lips, your head thrown back and your nipples hard from the cool air.

“Eren-!”

You gasp as he curls in finger in that one spot, knowing exactly how to get you off. Eren is steady with his pace, making sure to pay attention to you but to also abuse your sweet spot over and over again with his fingers, wanting you to cum.

“Yes pretty girl?” He glanced up at you and raises his eyebrows are your expression. “What do you want? You want me to make you cum all over my fingers?” He asks, and you nod frantically.

“Yes! Yes please, baby I-” The coil in your stomach behind unravel as Eren uses his mouth again. He’s lapping at your walls, teasing your clit and hitting your g-spot all the same time. He’s mastered your body, and soon it doesn’t take much to have you cumming all over his face, Eren lapping up all of your juices.

“Good girl,” He smirks as you moan and let out shaky breaths, your eyes firmly squeezed shut. The grip on his hair looses as you slowly come down from your high, and Eren is able to stand up and pull you close to him to support your shaking legs.

“You taste so good baby,” He whispers, his swollen lips catching yours and pulling you back into a kiss.

The hand that was clutching his hair finds it’s way back and Eren moans, grinding against your bare pussy, rock hard in his uniform.

“Gotta get these off,” He mutters, pulling away to grab messily at his pants. You can tell he’s eager- Erens always eager to by inside of you. But there’s just something about him today that makes him extra needy, and you love it. You love the look for absolute admiration in his eyes as he slips his pants off and pulls down his boxers.

You how soft he is when he intertwines your hands, leaning in whisper sweet praises in your ear before wrapping your legs around him and sinking his thick cock into you.

Both you and Eren as he pushes past your tight walls, burying himself into the crook of your neck and then balancing you on his cock as he bottoms out.

He’s holding you up, fucking into you as his hips moved and then he’s kissing you again right as he sets a pace.

You can feel his love for you in every thrust, whimpering as he makes you feel so good and so full. On top of that, Erens praising you like never before, pounding into your pussy while also telling you what a good girl you were.

“No one else,” Eren grunts, his hips snapping into yours at a bruising pace, your pussy squelching due to how wet you were. “No one else can make me feel like this, you hear me? It’s you. It’s you baby- you make me feel so good.”

“Eren,” You whine his name like a prayer as your lips drop open, your eyes hazy. You can feel him deep inside of your womb, fucking you oh so good and you’re not sure how much longer either of you can last as you clench around him.

“That’s it,” Eren smiles as you cry out again, holding onto him for dear life as he hits that spot again. “Your sweet little pussy is milking me- baby I’m gonna-”

“Fuck!”

You both cried out as your orgasm hit up, causing Eren to shutter to a stop and you to cry, clawing at his back.

You could feel his warm seed painting your walls, spilling himself deep inside of your womb. Likewise, Eren was relishing in the feeling of your clamping down on him, your pretty little mewls causing him to cum until you were too dizzy to make anymore noise.

“Babygirl,” You whimpered as you looked at Eren, your foreheads pressed together. Your body was shaking, you knew that, but somehow he was still holding you up, still deep inside of you as gripped the fence.

“Eren, that was-” You panted out, your chest rising and falling heavily due to orgasming twice. “Baby, that was-”

“That was for always being my good luck charm,” Eren told you firmly. “You...you’re always there for me. Every game- every practice. I couldn’t ask for someone better, Y/N.”

And he meant it. You knew he did, and you smiled softly as you nodded and nuzzled your head into his neck.

It was rare to ever have Eren so vulnerable like this, so open with his feelings. You knew he sometimes had a hard time opening up, which only made this moment even more special to you.

“I love you,” You whispered to him as Eren pulled out of you and helped you clean up. Thank god you guys were outside- Eren had made a mess between your thighs but the feeling of his seed still inside of you was like nothing you had ever experienced before.

“I love you too,” Eren reassured you before taking your hand and gently guiding your shaking body back to where you were supposed to be.

“God, I hope Mikasa hasn’t taken off yet. I can’t walk home like this,” You grimaced, barely even able to stand up now.

Eren laughed. “Don’t worry. I don’t think we took that long but even if we did- I’d be sure to carry you all the way home.”

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