#and hey!! thanks for messaging :D always love seeing you in the notes

[laddertek]

@countthelions (tumblr ate this when I tried to save my answer as a draft, so we improvise 🙃)

This one? :D

This whole stream was delightful. What a way to return 🤗

Tango was so happy energetic.

And from Tango calling Etho's storage system cute and Etho in gamechat going "CUTE?!" (00:41:07). To the razzing (and laughing) over shops (00:49:00 and 01:03:49). Etho taking Tango's head twice, and it all being so playful (00:58:11). Etho using Tango's catchphrases 🥹🥹🥹 It gets me every time! "porkchop power" "flee with extra flee!" And the way he said it was the cutest, and Tango's giggle about it too (01:00:59). Etho offering to give the tour Tango wanted. More mail talk and laughing guilt and planning and razzing and teaching Etho to do the stamps. Tango complimenting the path (and that Etho showed it to him when he first came back when Etho came to say hi) (01:15:41). They still plan on doing their sand-collection-off (01:35:06).

And of course the whole TNTificating with Etho's new "boom boom tech" (01:39:43--02:15:17) was just…the most fun. They are having the most fun together...it's an absolute joy. (And it's also them collaborating on how to figure out a redstone thing together which is just so satisfying.) Just...TOO MANY (!!!) (so many) fun moments in that whole TNT section that I can't even start on highlighting them all 😭 I'd need another mammoth paragraph...

Honestly??? Still smiling. Great great great stream 🥹

Timestamps are for YouTube not Twitch because Tango was so fast on getting the VOD up lmao

#HOW are they as a duo this underrated in fan spaces I DO NOT KNOW 😂 #I'm sorry they're literally the best duo of all time and this stream proves it #and hey!! thanks for messaging :D always love seeing you in the notes #was gonna make this a bit of a masterpost of clips but tumblr only allows one video file upload per post lmao #though it's not like I could have clipped all of it anyway 😂 #might put some as separate posts. we'll see #tango tek #tangotek #etho #ethoslab #tangtho #hermitcraft #hermitcraft s10 #hermitcraft season 10 #putting the twitch timestamps here too...used them first and might be easier if want clips later #cute 00:45:46 | shops 00:53:36 & 01:08:26 | deaths 01:02:48 | flee 01:05:36 | path 01:20:18 | sand 01:39:43 | tnt 01:44:21--02:19:52

[writingstoraes]

wrong wolff 🗯

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!wolff!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: i am once again in a slump! i keep starting works and not finishing them midway lol hope you guys like this! let me know what u think 🤍

about: amidst the talks of charles' contract renewal at ferrari, rumors associating him with Mercedes arises as he is apparently offered a seat by their very own team principal. turns out, the Mercedes boss' daughter also grew close with the driver in the middle of all negotiations.

ynwolff

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ynwolff finally back at the paddock to not only watch races, but annoy my dad while i'm at it 🏎️

tagged: mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1 The princess of the paddock is finally back!

susiewolff Dad has already sent 4 texts messages about how he lost sight of you 🤣

ynwolff don't worry, i was just looking around :)

brocedes23 So beautiful in person! Able to ask for a picture on her way to the Ferrari garage! ❤️

charlosluv WOAHH she watched the race there? pierresgirl Toto Wolff's daughter watching a race at the Ferrari garage now that's interesting... hold on

ynwolff

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ynwolff met with some nice people today :) hey, scuderiaferrari, your drivers are actually not all bad (one is surprisingly funny) 🤯

mercedesamgf1 Ferrari, please bring our boss' daughter back in one piece!

scuderiaferrari You have our word 👌

gaslys10 ok so she was actually at the ferrari garage this is so amazing of her lol

lecs1655 it's nice to see her getting along with other drivers, not a lot of this seen in the paddock ❤️

lovermidnights I think she's good friends with some drivers, recently Charles, she's with Toto usually when they go out, along with Lewis

charles_leclerc Thanks, funny is my best trait :D

ynwolff sure, i was talking about you 😁 charles_leclerc Pretty snappy response from someone who can't stop laughing at my basketball joke ynwolff i was laughing at you, not because of you, there is a difference charles_leclerc Sure, whatever you say 🤷‍♀️

ferrariscud NOT Y/N AND CHARLES FLIRTING AT THE COMMENTS?? IN FRONT OF MY SALAD???

ynwolff

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ynwolff photoshoots and whatnot 📸 had to include this helmet i looove so much (glad the photographer loved it, too)

mercedesamgf1 Wolff serving as always!

susiewolff My gorgeous daughter 💓

charles_leclerc I hope next time you play badminton as good as you look

ynwolff did you just call me pretty carlossainz55 LOL charles_leclerc No? I said you suck at badminton ferrarigirlie charles is so me when flirting

charles_leclerc recently added to his instagram story!

charles_leclerc

liked by ynwolff, susiewolff, mercedesamgf1, and 1,442,985 others

charles_leclerc I, in fact, signed a contract today: to take her out for as many ice cream dates as she wishes and watch a dozen of her favorite movies in one day.

tagged: ynwolff

ynwolff pleasure doing business with you, chuckles

charles_leclerc So you admit, I was the funny one

mercedesamgf1 Business-minded just like her dad 🫡

loveswolff THIS IS SO CUTE

ricciardochamp she is both a wag and the boss' daughter, unmatched

ynwolff

liked by carlossainz55, charles_leclerc, susiewolff, and 1,238,990 others

ynwolff loving him is definitely red ❤️

tagged: charles_leclerc

carlossainz55 Finally! Charles won't stop whining asking me when I think you're going to post him 🙄

charles_leclerc Whatever happened to teammate confidentiality carlossainz55 I like her more than you, she's nicer so

susiewolff Dad would like to clear some things: he did not just say all the nice things about Charles just because you're his girlfriend, in fact, in his own words, he knew him first

ynwolff my own father competing with me? charles_leclerc 😅😅😅

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tagging: @slytherheign

notes: this was quite lengthy i got carried away sorry lol anyway lmk what u guys think! currently working on wip's and requests hehehe also thinking of doing a permanent taglist, would anyone be interested in joining hehehehe

#writtenbyrae #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc ig imagine #charles leclerc social media au #charles leclerc instagram imagine #formula 1 #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #formula 1 insta au #charles leclerc insta au #formula 1 social media au #f1 social media au #f1 instagram imagine #formula 1 instagram imagine #f1 x y/n #f1 x female reader #f1 x you #f1 x reader #formula 1 fanfic

[ker0senebunny]

you've always had me✫*ﾟ･ﾟ(walking on a string ii)

steve harrington x fem!cheerleader!reader

part one

summary: steve misses reader a whole lot (dustin smacked some sense into him). now, how does he win her back? (angst, fluff, smut)

warnings: afab!fem!reader, language, angst, fluff, smut (18+), UNPROTECTED SEX (pls remember to practice safe sex!!), kinda soft!dom steve? but no use of sir or daddy etc, apology sex, loss of virginity, PRAISE so much praise, oral (f!recieving), fingering, p in v sex, use of pet names, size kink (for like one second), dirty talk, no use of y/n, a little bit of roughness at the end (but not degredation or anything like that!! cheerleader!reader likes to be called pretty and good while she's getting railed), all characters are 18+, discussion of insecurities, soft tummy steve rights, NOT BETA'D (seriously if anybody wants to, pls shoot me a private message!)

word count: 6,187 (wowza! was not expecting that)

notes: THANK YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWERS WTF!! when i published walking on a string, i had about 30 followers so thank you so so much for keeping up with my silly little writings. i'll do a little celebration party later - i’m thinking something along the lines of blurbs from a prompt list, so send in asks! without further ado, here's the second part! seriously, thank you all for all the love you've been giving me. it really keeps me motivated to write! i hope you all enjoy this part before i start my taylor swift trilogy and ballerina!reader oneshot!

p.s. i also got a couple of asks that have perhaps inspired a part three (!!!) in the adventures of steve and his cheerleader, so thank you to the anons who sent those in! lmk if you guys would be interested in that xoxo

the things you said are hanging in the middle of my mind, tonight.

i can’t turn them off.

you hadn’t been to family video in three weeks and steve desperately missed you.

winter had arrived in hawkins, bringing with it shorter days and longer restless nights. a tangy cold ran through the air, slipping under the door of the video store and creating a stupid fucking draft. steve watched the door anxiously as the stale air burned his nose. robin snorted. “dude, she’s not coming in,” she said. he huffed out a quiet “shut it, buckley” in response, keeping his eyes trained on the door. she rolled her eyes. “it’s your funeral, dingus.”

now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen you around town either. he never saw your sweet face at the grocery store. or in the park where sometimes, he'd catch you lying on a blanket, enjoying the pre-winter breeze and blasting duran duran on your walkman's tinny headphones. hell, he even went to the library to seek you out. but it seemed that you had just plain disappeared from his life.

only his life.

steve asked anybody who came into family video if they knew where you were; they always made some offhanded comment about seeing you at a party or at your favorite boutique. the one you always got your little low cut blouses from, where trina denman had made you cry once and so he chewed her out the next time she came in to rent a movie -- pretty in pink. your movie.

"steve, you are a dipshit."

steve rolled his eyes and turned his gaze away from the door to see dustin standing in front of the family video counter.

"tell me something i don't know, henderson."

dustin rolled his eyes right back before hopping over the counter to get into steve's personal space.

"hey! man, what the hell are you-"

"apologize to her."

steve was startled at dustin's sudden seriousness. he'd only ever seen the kid get serious about upside down stuff or d&d. or, when he talked about you. he knew that you two really got along when he introduced you to all of the kids, but your bond with dustin ran deeper. you both often met at the old creek to go look at the wildlife there. you taught him about the flowers and the moss that surrounded you both, palming crisp bark and teaching him to appreciate the world around him, inadvertently worming your way into steve's heart even more as dustin regaled him of these tales.

"dustin, she doesn't want anything to do with me."

"because you haven't apologized yet. jesus christ, steve. it's like talking to a toddler. i swear." robin let out a sharp cackle from where she was eavesdropping. steve flipped her off.

dustin sighed. he just wanted to see you and steve happy. he snapped his fingers in front of steve's face to get his attention.

"i'm not a fucking dog."

"i'd argue against that." dustin chose his next words carefully: "whatever you do next has to matter more to her than anything you’ve ever done before."

i'm in a twisted web,

and i can't pull my head from it.

that first day when you came in was one of the best days of steve's life. he couldn’t believe that you, the golden girl, were speaking to him with such softness. but then, the thoughts he tried to cram away constantly invaded his mind, clouding whatever emerging feelings he felt for you. steve decided for himself that you were playing a game - making him the fool. and so he decided on revenge - playing you right back. poking out his tongue whenever he looked you up and down (which was quite a common occurrence). letting you cuddle into him whenever the two of you were seated even remotely close to one another (this was definitely not for his benefit as well). posing for pictures that you’d take with your polaroid camera that was “so annoying” to him (he’d never tell you that the picture robin took of the two of you, your back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist, lives in his wallet - next to the first of your little notes).

steve liked to take his time with things and he knew you needed space, but three weeks was a long time, right? it was too long of a time for you to have not pranced into family video, excited to show steve your newest purchase. too long of a time for him to go without smelling your peach shampoo on his sweater after you’ve fallen asleep during one of your many viewings of pretty in pink. he missed the sting of your manicured nails on his forearm when you were so excited to tell him about a new trick that you landed, that you physically glimmered. he realized with a start that he missed your silly notes and the mirth in your eyes as you laughed at a dumb pun he made. he missed how you would light up even more than usual whenever one of the kids said hi to you outside of one of their hangouts that they'd taken to inviting you to. he missed you.

and he fucking hated himself for it. he felt stupid, used, and above all -- guilty. why would he feel guilty if he saved himself from whatever heartache you could bring him? your teary face flashed in his mind.

oh.

oh.

because you hadn't been trying to use him -- you actually liked him. a lot.

and he definitely was a little bit (a lot) in love with you.

and he only just figured it out.

robin watched her best friend as his face changed. she snapped her gum in her mouth before plunking down on the stool next to him. "i smell wood burning," she said, "what are you thinking about?"

steve turned to her.

"i fucked up."

i hang my head

and feel the oxygen drain.

agonizing hours passed as he thought about what to say to you. he almost missed the tinkle of the bell above the door, letting him know that there was a new customer in the store. from where he sat, all he could see where white sneakers. his eyes snapped to the top of the doorway, and he shrank in disappointment. walking through the door was chrissy cunningham, not you. she was holding pretty in pink, no doubt to bring it to you to cheer you up.

so, it seemed that you were just hellbent on avoiding him.

chrissy gave him a polite smile as she brought it to the counter. steve cleared his throat. she nodded at him in greeting. robin stood a little further back, entranced by everything in front of her (did she sort of want her best friend to get punched by chrissy cunningham? …yes).

steve handed chrissy her change and just as she left, he jolted to his feet.

“wait!” he said, as if the words couldn’t wait inside his mouth any longer. she hesitated, already knowing what he was going to ask.

“how is she?” he said, eyes honest as he searched chrissy for an answer.

she set her mouth in a grim line as she shook her head at him.

“steve, i’m not going to lie to you. she’s really hurt.” steve felt his mouth dry up instantly.

“would she even want to see me?”

chrissy sighed exasperatedly and gave him a shrug before looking at his wounded face. for however much he was hurting, she knew you were hurting way worse. she slammed her hands on the family video countertop, mustering up as much of a threatening tone as she could, pushing herself to the tips of her toes to look steve directly in the eye.

“i have never known someone as kind or genuine as her,” the tiny girl said very seriously, “so you better fucking fix this harrington, because even though you’re a dickhead for what you did, i know you care about her. and for some reason, she cares about you too. probably too much.” steve opened his mouth to reply but chrissy jammed her pointer finger into his chest. “fucking. fix. it,” she said through gritted teeth before waving to robin and swaying out the door.

you're never running out of ways

to worm your way back in.

the past few weeks have been hellish for you, to say the least. getting not only rejected but belittled by steve harrington, the boy you…love? yeah, love would be the best way to put it. you'd pined after that idiot since freshman year, your feelings only intensifying with time and your prolonged visits to family video. those same visits evolved into impromptu sleepovers due to your absent parents, nights out when the local carnival was in town, watching out for the kids on halloween.

you pretended to be fine in front of your friends, a group made up of jocks and the cheer team. you knew that lucas sinclair, one of the new basketball players, was friends with steve. so you avoided him as much as possible, but that didn’t help. everywhere you went, you felt like steve was following you. seeing the people he loved (because he obviously didn’t love you) caused the rift within you, one searing with pain and self-loathing, to deepen.

there was less of a pep in your step. your gentle attitude remained, but you were more melancholic than anyone had ever seen you. sure, you were always willing to lend a hand or a listening ear, but as soon as you were left with your own thoughts, it seemed like a shade had passed over your demeanor.

you hadn’t let anybody into your room since the pep rally, sinking into a cocoon made of your duvet and throw pillows for hours on end. your walkman was always pumped up on full volume. crumpled tissues blanketed virtually every surface - a palpable reminder of his words to you that continued to hang in your mind. you tried to block them out - to block him out - but steve had become so engrained within your daily routine without you even noticing.

his yellow sweatshirt lay on your desk chair, directly in your line of sight, which didn’t help with your attempts to wallow and just get it over with.

you didn’t even let chrissy in to talk to you - she had to resort to seeing you in public or talking over the phone. your room was your safe space: your zone away from anything (or anyone) else but you.

which made steve’s raucous entrance at 2 am all the more unwelcome.

anyone who knows what love is will understand;

you’ve always had me,

walking on a string.

you’d finally been pulled under into what could almost be described as sleep when you heard a thump and a quiet “fuck me!” you were alone in your parents’ large house (something about visiting your dad’s old boss — you couldn’t care less), which made the nighttime extra unnerving to you as a young woman, alone in the middle of fucking nowhere. that was something steve had known about, before he broke your heart.

you shot up immediately, rolling out of your bed and grabbing one of your sneakers to hold up as a makeshift weapon. your eyes were wide with fear and your voice shook as you spoke, “don’t come near me, perv!” you launched the shoe at the tall, dark figure, striking them in the shoulder. whoever it was taken aback and made a noise of pain. you were reaching for your other shoe when you heard your name. “it’s just me, sweetheart.” you lowered your arm as you took in his outline in the dark. you didn’t need light to know what he looked like; you’d spent long enough memorizing every freckle on his face. the slight gap in his left eyebrow from when he got cut in a fight and it scarred. how the right corner of his mouth used to be permanently curled in a smirk around you.

you squinted still.

“stevie? did you sneak through my fucking window?”

you couldn’t help but use his nickname. three weeks of the cold shoulder doesn’t exactly undo months (nay, years) of pining.

“you could’ve used the front door, you know. my parents aren’t home.”

he hadn’t said anything to you yet, allowing you to fill the silence with your half-awake rambling. he gave you a sheepish smile as you moved to stand in front of him, looking up at him with your arms crossed over your chest in worry.

“why are you here?”

you hated how your voice cracked.

he looked down at the floor and then back at you, meeting your eyes. you hated how you immediately got sucked back into the warm umber of his gaze. he sucked in a breath through his teeth, shaking hands in his pockets.

“i need to tell you something,” he said with as much sincerity as he could pour into his words. you rolled your eyes, turning to get back into bed. “i think i’ve heard everything i need to hear, harrington.” he said your name pleadingly, reaching out to envelop your fingers in his.

you hated how you let steve's warm fingerpads trace the inside of your wrist.

you especially hated that it made you feel better.

“please let me say this and then i’ll be out of your life forever.”

you nodded.

“i didn’t think that you’d want anything to do with me.”

your heart ruptured.

he continued: “you’re this stunning, whip-smart, sweet girl who everyone loves. and i’m just this washed-up guy who chauffeurs for six children and works in a video store.”

steve paused to look at you, not quite understanding the emotion pressed into the creases of your face.

“i thought that your friends put you up to this - to me. i thought you were just using me to get a laugh, so i thought i would use you right back.”

tears bubbled up along your lower lashline. your lower lip wobbled as he poured out the deepest, darkest crevices of his mind to you in your moonlight bedroom. your eyes adjusted to see him

“but then i got to know you. like really know you. and i realized that you were one of my favorite people ever. and then i felt like i’d fallen into your trap. and so i lashed out and i was a fucking dumbass and ruined whatever i could’ve had with the girl i love. what i’m trying to say is - i was an idiot and i really don’t want this to end before we even had the chance to start it, sweetheart.”

you let the tears fall unknowingly, but unlike the gym, steve cradled your face gently in his hands, swiping away the beads of saline that ran down the apples of your cheeks. you sucked in a breath, but it felt like the oxygen cascaded out of you instead; you brought your face closer to his.

“you’re so fucking stupid, harrington.”

and then you were kissing him.

it felt completely natural to you both - no hesitating, no waiting. he moved his mouth over yours, pressing your scantily-clad pajama-covered body into him. you felt the softness of his stomach and the hardness of his chest against you as you tried to get yourself impossibly closer. from where his shirt was slightly unbuttoned, you saw some of his chest hair. a path of warmth made its way down to the root of your core. he pulled away and you whined, chasing his mouth with yours.

he breathed out your name like it was a poem.

your smile was just as bright as it usually was, even through all of the salty wetness sliding down your face.

“i love you, stevie."

he looked at you like he wanted to bring the stars closer, just so you could get a better look.

"say it again," he teased gently as he nosed at your throat, prompting you to lift your chin and expose your neck. he started to pepper open mouthed kisses on your neck.

"i-i love you."

he sucked harshly on one spot, making you softly cry out. you pulled back and watched his pretty face form a pout.

"but you’re gonna have to make it up to me.”

he looked down at you with a boyish smirk, before dipping down to meet your lips with his once again.

“i can think of at least one thing that might help.”

he kissed you with a ferocity, a deep-seeded wanting. you sighed into the kiss and whimpered when you felt his tongue nudge against the seam of your mouth. you opened your lips in a surprised moan and he slipped his warm tongue in, licking the roof of your mouth. you let out another whimper, and he groaned. “those sweet little noises are gonna fucking kill me, baby.” his words were strained, his voice raspy, lips slick with a mixture of yours and his spit. you felt your face warm to match the heat emanating from your sex. he dove in to kiss you again, gently leading you toward your bed.

your back hit your cornflower-dotted duvet as steve caged you within his arms. your hands had made their way into his hair, mussing it far past anything that a few puffs of farrah fawcett hair spray could ever remedy. you felt the ache between your thighs grow and in your steve-induced haze, your hips jolted up to meet his. you were surrounded by him: the feel of his warm, wet mouth on yours. his smell -- lemongrass shampoo and pine cologne and something that just made him steve. steve tasted like promises and the cherry slushee he'd gotten with robin after work. his rough fingertips soothed over the spot at your waist where your flimsy tank top had risen. you maneuvered your hips over his groin again. the tiny bit of friction that his rough, tented jeans provided against your throbbing clit made you whine out his name.

“stevie,” you pleaded.

he moved his lips down your neck, lapping at your pulse and leaving a trail of bruises in his wake. the stimulation only made you move your hips more in desperation. you were already surprisingly close — not even nights alone in your room with your hands shoved down your cotton panties, imagining this very moment, were you ever close this quickly. one of his hands came down to squeeze your hip — not harshly, but as a reminder that he was in charge. he pulled away when he felt you move your hips again. he sighed. “pretty girl, i want to take my time with you. be patient.”

you looked at him through your heavy lashes, pouting a little as you grabbed for him to come back closer to you. “but i wanna feel you!” you exclaimed, pulling him down toward you to latch on to his neck and grind up toward his bulge. he hissed as you found his sweet spot, right between where his collarbone meets his neck. he panted out your name as the hand gripping your hip got tighter; you could see the hand near your face clench into a fist and he breathed shakily. “i want to feel you too, but i have to get you ready first, sweetheart. is that okay?”

your heart swelled so much you thought it might beat its way through your chest. you nodded bashfully as his hands finally slipped under your tiny pajama tank top. steve kissed you as his fingers danced over your ribcage. you shivered at their warmth and giggled when he intentionally tickled you. you felt him smile into the kiss (which did almost make your heart explode). but all thoughts of just how much you loved him went out the window when you felt his hand rub over one of the stiff peaks of your covered breasts. you arched upwards, pushing your chest into his hand. he chuckled at your eagerness and detached himself from your wanton mouth to remove your tiny top. your breasts met the air and steve looked at you in wonder, as if you deserved to be immortalized in the louvre. “god, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured.

you suddenly felt shy, his words bringing you back into the present. here you were, topless with steve harrington giving you hickies. you grabbed his bicep gently with nerves puddling in your still lust-blown eyes.

“stevie, wait.”

he immediately gave you space, asking you oh so kindly, “is everything okay, baby?” you nodded. “more than okay. i just…” your voice faltered and you looked at your hands. he put his hands on the sides of your face, letting you sink into their warmth and weight. “it’s okay, pretty girl. you can tell me anything.” you bit your already kiss-bruised bottom lip.

“it’s just that i’ve never…this is the furthest i’ve ever been with anyone,” you rushed out. you desperately hoped that you hadn’t ruined things with him again. he sponged a kiss to the tip of your nose before saying, “i won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.” your eyes widened and you placed your hands over his on your face. “no no! i just wanted to let you know before we did anything else. i want it to be you, stevie. i love you.”

he smiled at that. “i love you too, sweetheart. god, i can't stop saying it.”

it was a miracle that your heart had still remained lodged in your chest at this point.

“kiss me, please,” you cooed, and he happily obliged, removing your thin pajama shorts in the process.

he left soft, wet kisses along the column of your throat, biting down gently on the top of your left nipple when he arrived at your tits. “perfect tits” as he called them. you squeaked and he laughed, the vibrations around your puckered bud heading straight to your pussy. you half-believed that your panties would be sheer from how wet you were.

he kneaded and pinched at your right nipple as he laved his tongue all over your left, giving you little nips that made you squeal and kisses that made you melt under him. he alternated between breasts and when your tits were sufficiently marked with imprints of his teeth, he placed his hand over your searing cunt. he watched your face change, your eyes rolling back, from the lightest of touches. you were equally as whipped for him as he was for you. steve groaned as he felt your thighs trap his hand, pushing the wet part of your panties into him. his eyes rolled back at the sight before him, your tits marked with his teeth, your eyes darkened for him, your pussy rutting into his hand, all covered in white cotton panties with a little pink bow. you whimpered when he took his hand away, searching for relief as your clit pulsed.

“what did i say, pretty girl?”

“that i have to be patient,” you answered shyly. he hummed.

“good girl.”

you burned from head to toe at his words.

he peeled your panties off of you, inhaling sharply as a string of your arousal connected you to the sopping cotton, only snapping once he had your panties partway down your thighs. “all for me, sweetheart?” you nodded shyly and pressed your thighs together, but he caught you and spread them again. “i wanna see you, baby,” he said before lowering himself to face your drooling cunt.

he licked a fat stripe up your slit, making you jump a little and let out a breathy gasp. steve grinned before spreading your folds with his hands and prodding at your quivering hole with his tongue. he moaned at your taste — tart and heady and you. you moaned as he sponged wet kisses to your folds, before moving up your thigh toward your needy clit. he looked you in the eye as he devilishly licked around the bud before latching his mouth onto you. steve sucked your clit into his mouth, gently brushing his teeth across your sensitive bud. you rushed your hips to meet his face and your hands flew to his head again. he gave a little laugh at your want. he kept his mouth attached to your clit as he gathered dipped his index finger into your folds, gathering your slick before pushing into your poor little hole. he muttered a curse under his breath.

“shit, sweet girl. you’re so fucking tight.” you contracted around his fingers at his voice, about to reply before he put his mouth back on your clit, sucking harsher than he had before. you felt yourself get impossibly wetter as steve began to pump his finger in and out of your entrance. you tried to move yourself on his hand, pleading for “more, stevie, more!” his middle finger slid in to join his index and you hissed at the stretch. he stopped to let you adjust and you marveled at how full you felt just because of two thick fingers. he eased the two of them in and out of you slowly, spreading you open for him. you were so lost in the pleasure that he was doling out that you almost missed his calls of your name.

“baby, can you take another one? d’you think you can?” his face had moved to hover over yours now; you could see your juices on his chin. you nodded frantically, shifting back and forth on his already dripping fingers. “please stevie — need it. need you.” he kissed you heatedly as he inserted his ring finger, swallowing your gasp with fervid swirls of his tongue. you keened as you felt the girth of three fingers inside of you; your fingers and imagination couldn’t do steve’s hands justice. he gave an experimental thrust, keeping up with his assault on your clit, with the heel of his hand. he kept kissing you, switching between gentle presses of his mouth to yours and hot, frantic swipes of his tongue. he noticed your cunt start to pulse, steadily getting tighter as you mewled. his fingers squelched as he slid them in and out of your sopping cunt. “steve, stevie, m’gonna-” you could barely get the words out before you let another loud moan. “gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” he teased, speeding up his ministrations. your voice was but a shred in the back of your throat at this point; the only response you were able to give him was a high-pitched sob. your mouth fell open and your head tilted back, renewing him access to your neck and chest. you felt yourself tighten even more as his lips brushed across the tender bruises he’d already made. the combination of his lips on yours, on your skin — his hand between your thighs — you were completely surrounded by him. he was knuckle deep by now, allowing your gummy walls to suck him in. your nails cut into his biceps as you breathed rapidly. “cum for me, baby,” he said through gritted teeth. at his permission, you let the taught string in your body snap. your walls tightened like a vice around his fingers, so tight that steve swore it could’ve cut off his circulation. your cunt fluttered around the fingers seated deep inside of you. your back arched off the bed and your gut tightened as the intensity of your orgasm washed over you in waves. your vision blurred as your body went limp, twitching with aftershocks. you said his name like a prayer through it all, finally blinking to clear your vision. you were met with his smug face as he gave you one last push with his fingers. you squeaked at the contact and he smiled at you, giving you a doting kiss on your swollen, bitten lips.

“all good, baby? you were so good for me. my good girl.”

you nodded, thoroughly exhausted, but also craving him. “stevie, i wanna feel you inside of me,” you said, giving him your best puppydog eyes. he gave you an easy smile, before searching the pockets of his jeans for a condom. “oh shit,” he said, exasperatedly. you sat up with a frown as he rooted through his belongings. “stevie, honey, what’s the matter?” he looked at you apologetically. “i don’t have a condom,” he said dejectedly. you reached out to kiss the corner of his mouth, to push the frown off of his face. you gave him a small smile and said, “s’okay! ‘m on the pill.” his pupils dilated, darkening his eyes so that only a sliver of hazel showed. “and i’m clean, because, yanno…”

“fuck,” he rasped out, “you can’t say shit like that to me, baby. i’ll cum in my pants like a fuckin’ dope.” you laughed your real laugh, his favorite laugh, and in that moment, he felt overwhelmed with love for you. so overwhelmed that as he pulled his cock out, he told you again. he called your name softly to get your attention.

“i love you so goddamn much,” he said, pouring every drop of earnestness he could into his words. now that he knew that his words actually did matter to you.

“i love you too, steve harrington,” you said as you leaned up to plant a sweet kiss on his cheek. he chased your mouth with his to lay a series of quick kisses to your lips, muffling the giggles that tumbled from your throat. he rose to his knees above you and shucked off his jeans and his boxers.

now, you’d never seen a cock before in your life, but fuck, were they all as pretty as steve’s? his cock was just, so pretty: a red tip that gave way to a flesh-toned shaft, thick with a vein on the underside of his length. his head was leaking in frustration. your eyes widened as you took him in, wondering if his massive shaft would be able to fit inside of you.

he teased his ruddy tip through the wet mess between your thighs, stroking himself with your cum from earlier. he placed one of his hands on your hip, interlacing the fingers of his other hand with yours, letting your entwined hands rest by your head.

“are you ready, sweetheart?”

you gave a soft “yes” in reply and gulped down a breath. he noticed how you tensed up and squeezed your hip gently. “we don’t have to if-” “no!” you exclaimed, “i want to it’s just…what if i’m not good?” his heart almost shattered as he looked at the worry written across your sweet face. he brought his lips to the crease between your brows, pecking you there to tell you to relax your face. “you’re perfect to me already, baby,” he said, oh so honestly. and you believed him, because it was your stevie looking at you like you were the only real thing in his life. “okay, i’m ready,” you said, relaxing into your bed a little more.

steve guided his tip to your quivering entrance and kissed you as he slid the fat head of his cock in. you gasped as he breached your walls, arms winding around his neck. your jaw fell open, slack against where your chin rested on his shoulder, almost impossibly close to him. the fullness of his fingers was one thing, but this was totally different. the stretch was addictive as he slid into you inch by inch. he worked you open gently, and you wanted him to stay inside you forever. he noticed that you’d gone quiet and brought a hand up to comb through his hair in order to see you better. “everything okay?” you nodded fervently, wriggling your hips and mewling out, “stevie more, more.” at your words, he bottomed out, heavy balls slapping against your ass and you made a strangled noise into the air as he moaned into your neck. “fucking- holy shit, you feel so good.” your walls contracted around him and steve had an idea. he started slowly thrusting into you, allowing you to get adjusted to the feeling of his heavy cock inside of you. all the while, dripping praise into your waiting ears.

"you're doing so well f'me," he said, still thrusting into you slowly -- wanting to make this about you, not him.

but something inside him snapped when you said, “stevie, fuck me.” he started pounding into you, jackhammering his hips against yours, making your eyes roll back so far in your head that all you could see was black. his chest hair brushed against your nipples, meaty thighs brushing against you with coarse hair during every thrust. you choked out a loud moan at the sensation, clapping a hand over your mouth at the volume. he noticed that your sounds had become muffled and whispered into the air between you two: “c’mon pretty girl. i wanna hear those sweet sounds you make.” his balls slapped against your ass as he rolled his hips into yours; the sounds of flesh against flesh ricocheted off the toile wallpaper in your bedroom. the wetness between your thighs kept spreading, creating a lewd slap as he plunged into you over and over again.

his spongy tip pushed against your g-spot and you clenched around him desperately. he moaned at the sensation, muttering a curse under his breath and something about how tight you were. you bit his shoulder after a particularly hard thrust, causing him to hiss and shudder. your walls started to spasm around his cock as that big vein of his pummeled into your sticky cunt. your whimpers became faster and higher as you chased your orgasm, steve right there with you. “stevie!” you yelped as he continued his brutal pace. “’m right there with you, baby. let go,” he whispered, his lips covering yours. you did just as he asked, a borderline pornographic whine slipping its way out of your throat and plastering itself across his mouth. you clenched impossibly tightly around him, stuttering out, “want it inside, please stevie,” as you were pushed over the edge. your pussy pulsed and your body shook, muscles tense as he milked your puffy cunt for all of your juices. you sobbed while you came; it was the hardest you’ve ever cum, your intense love for steve amplifying every shockwave. your legs were wrapped around him, heels digging into his back as he gave you one lasting thrust, his hips stuttering. you felt a warmth extend through your weeping cunt as he painted your sweet walls. the feeling of his hot ropes of cum filling you caused you to tighten around him once again, riding out the last waves of your orgasm.

neither of you moved for a while as steve remained inside of you, both of you at a loss for words. he raked a hand through his sweaty brunette mop and gave you a kiss, pushing all of his feeling into it as he eased out of you. you whimpered at the resulting emptiness, reaching your arms out to keep him in bed with you. he smiled, dropping a smattering of kisses to your face. you giggled and held his head in your hands to catch his lips. he pulled away with one final peck to your lips, pulling on his boxers. you sat up with a melancholy look in your eyes, but he squeezed your ankle in reassurance, telling you that he was “just gonna go ‘n get a washcloth for you, sweetheart.”

he returned moments later from your ensuite with a damp cloth, kissing up your leg as he wiped down the apex of your thighs. he wiped himself off and grabbed his shirt for you, gently telling you to raise your arms as he slipped it over your head. he lay down and opened his arms for you, as you giddily landed on his chest. you reached over him to turn on your bedside lamp and he quirked an eyebrow up at you.

“just wanna look at you s’all,” you said delicately, as you let your fingers play with the curls at the nape of his neck. his heart stumbled at your words and he squeezed you tighter.

“i’m sorry,” steve said again, “i love you so, so much.”

you yawned and snuggled into him, throwing your other arm across his body, murmuring into the air shared between you two: “you’re the only one for me ever, stevie.”

he looked at you in the buttery light of your bedside lamp, half-asleep on him, drowsily babbling about everything you loved about him (his jokes, his freckles, his loyalty), nose squished into his neck as far as possible.

and he realized, in that moment, that he’d always walk on whatever string you led him on.

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Got a prompt messaged to me by someone who wants to remain anonymous. The prompt is: Melissa likes reader or OC that looks like Jodie. And the woman in the picture with Jodie is the reader/OCs best friend. Melissa thinks the brunette is dating reader/oc but they aren’t dating.

I had a lot of fun writing this, I’ll be honest. Also I would have had this up yesterday but audition season is here and I’ve been really busy going to those. I left this on a steamy cliffhanger, I might make a part 2. I’ll post the picture it’s referencing at the end of the fic in case you want to see it for reference. Anyways, as always not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: After I’m finished with all the prompts I currently have, I’m thinking of writing Marilyn and reader (redheads are my biggest weakness… I regret nothing)

Blood As Green As Her Eyes

Warnings: Jealous Mel, references to smut, small not very detailed unfinished smut scene, good luck! 😉 😈

Words: 4.4k

Melissa walks into the break room and looks over to try and find you and sees you near the couch but you’re talking to someone she’s never met before. She walks a little further in and gets the tail end of the conversation.

“Alright see ya later beautiful.” You tell her.

“Right back at ya sweets.” The woman says and then leaves.

You see Melissa is there now and you go to her and sit at the table with her and Barb.

“Hello ladies.” You tell them and Barb smiles at you and Melissa glares at you.

“Who was that woman you were talking to?” She asks.

“Nicole? Oh she’s my best friend!” You say as you straighten your posture. “We’ve known each other for years. We met in high school and it was like instant connection.” You tell them excitedly.

Melissa doesn’t buy it though. With the way you talked to her and about her, it was obvious to Melissa that you’re dating her. Melissa ignores the sick feeling in her stomach.

The next morning you walk in the break room and your blonde hair is wet from the rain.

“Did you forget an umbrella hun?” Melissa asks you and you nod with a pout.

You go to sit down but then Nicole rushes in and you turn around.

“Hey you forgot your lunch on the way out. I gotta get to work but just wanted to drop it off quickly for you.” She tells you and hands you your lunch.

“Oh thanks love.” You tell her and Melissa scrunches her eyebrows. She knows you’re British, you have the accent and you told her, but the nickname threw her off.

“No problem sweets.” Nicole says and gives a quick kiss to your cheek then leaves. Melissa glares at Nicole the entire time. She clenches and unclenches her fists a few times to calm down. You put your lunch in the fridge then sit down at the table.

“Maybe I should go to the bathroom quickly and use the blow dryer to dry my hair.” You say with a chuckle and Barb laughs with you. Melissa just gives you a forced smile and you give her a confused look.

Melissa is bringing her kids to gym class that you teach. You see her and her class and you put your phone away instantly and give them a smile.

“Hey kiddos! Go on and get changed!” You tell them with a smile and they all run to the change room. You see Melissa still hanging around. “Hey, aren’t you gonna use the break to relax or whatever you do during this period?” You tell her curiously.

“No, I think I’m gonna hang around this time. Watch why they’re always so excited about gym class.” She tells you with a smile and you blush a bit.

“Alright! That’s not a problem at all! I would love for you to stay actually.” You tell her and the smallest blush makes its way to her cheeks.

“What were you doing on your phone btw? You put it away rather quickly. Are you sexting or something?” She jokes with you and you giggle.

“No! I was just texting Nicole something but it’s not as important as gym class.” You tell her and her blood boils a bit at the mention of her name. The kids start coming in with their gym clothes on and you turn to face them. “Alright guys! Today we’re playing dodgeball!” You tell them with a one clap of your hands and they all cheer. “And before we split up into teams, remember, no aiming at anyone’s face. And I’m looking at you Niyah.” You say and the girl just shrugs. Melissa goes to sit on the edge of the stage with her legs dangling off.

She watched as you picked 2 team leaders who then chooses their team. You then blow the whistle when they’re all ready with the balls in the middle of the gym. And then they all run to the middle to get a ball. You walk onto the stage and sit beside her and watch everyone. At some point, a ball comes directly at Melissa and you catch it then hand it to whoever is near you guys. You two end up talking while you still keep an eye on the kids.

And then Niyah throws a ball and hits a kid in the face and they fall. You immediately jump down and blow your whistle. “FREEZE!!!” You tell them and they all immediately stop and you run to the kid that was hit. “Niyah, we talked about this.” You tell her and she just shrugs again. You help the kid that fell to get up and make sure they’re alright. “Are you ok sweetie?” You ask very soothingly to him. He nods but looks upset. “Do you want to come sit with me and Ms Schemmenti on the stage for a bit?” You ask him and he nods again. You guide him to the stage and once he climbs up, you blow your whistle, signalling for the kids to continue the game. The boy ends up sitting in between you and Melissa and you look at his face again. “You have a small bruise forming but other than that, I don’t think there’s anything else.” You tell him and he seems upset that he got hit. “You know you’re very strong.” You tell him and he looks up at you. “You got hit in the face, fell down and you still got up.” You tell him with a smile. “That’s the mark of a strong person.” You continue and he smiles at you when you tell him that.

Melissa looks at you and sees how you are with the kids and can’t help but think of how beautiful you are, inside and out. 5 minutes later the boy asks if he can rejoin the game again and you nod at him. “Of course, you can rejoin whenever you want.” You tell him and he jumps off and runs back to the game.

You and Melissa continue talking and you notice how her hand is subtly touching your hip and you blush. The power this woman holds on you with just a touch.

In the morning the next day Melissa is on her phone scrolling through instagram. She’s mindlessly doing it until she comes across one of you and Nicole sitting together on a couch and you both have big smiles. Melissa freezes and stares at it and unconsciously grips the phone tightly.

“Melissa, are you ok?” Barb says and gently puts a hand on her upper arm for comfort.

“What? Oh, fine.” Melissa says and you walk into the room then and she smiles, then that smile immediately drops when she sees Nicole following you. “Actually I gotta go.” Melissa then says and grabs her stuff then stands up.

“Morning Melissa! Oh are you going somewhere? We were gonna join you.” You say innocently and with a big smile.

Barb sees how Melissa grips her pen so tight that her knuckles are turning white, while you are none the wiser.

“I’ve just got some stuff to do before school starts. I’ll see you later Barb.” She says with a frown and then walks out of there.

“Is she ok?” You ask Barb and she just looks at you confused as well. Then she replays in her head what happened. Melissa was scrolling on her phone through instagram and obviously saw something she didn’t like, then you came in and she smiled, and then it dropped. Why?

“Did you post something on instagram lately?” Barb asks and you nod. You showed her the picture you posted an hour ago that you took yesterday afternoon, then suddenly the pieces fall into place for Barb. Melissa likes you and she’s jealous of Nicole. Barb has to do some digging, cause while she doesn’t think you and Nicole are dating, Melissa might, and Barb has to be certain before she talks to Melissa. “Just out of curiosity dear, are you and Nicole going out? I mean like are you dating?” She asks and you shake your head.

“Me and Nicole?” You say while pointing towards you both, even Nicole is confused by the question.

“Why would you think that me and y/n are dating? I mean not that there’s anything wrong with y/n, it’s just, she’s not my type. Gender wise.” Nicole says.

“I mean ya I guess we can come across as a bit flirty but we’re just comfortable with each other.” You say with a smile. “Besides she’s not my type either, personality and looks wise.” You say and Nicole nods.

“Ya y/n is a great friend but would be a terrible partner for me.” Nicole says and all 3 of you laugh.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what is your type dear.” Barb asks you and you have to think about that. You know your type, and it’s Melissa, you have a crush on her and the only person who knows about your crush is Nicole and she’s been pushing you to get closer to her and ask her out. You want to tell Barb but she’s Melissa’s best friend, and while you know Barb won’t tell her if you tell her not too, it’d still be awkward if she knew. So you have to say your type without letting on that it describes Melissa.

“Well I guess women that have like a lot of spice to their personality, like they’re not plain.” You say with a big smile. “And I guess I do have a soft spot for fiery redheads.” You say a bit cautiously and you see that Barb’s expression hasn’t changed so I guess she hasn’t figured it out yet, so you continue. “And older women, I think they’re hot.” You say and Nicole playfully smacks your shoulder.

“Ya you and those milfs, I swear.” She tells you and you giggle. Barb looks at you two confused.

“What’s a Milf?” She says and you both look at her.

“It stands for Mom I’d Like to Fuck. But it’s also meant to describe older women that you think are hot.” You explain to her and her eyes widen a bit but you think it’s because of the description of Milfs and not of the woman you like.

“Is there anyone that you like right now dear?” She asks you and you nod timidly.

“Ya she does!” Nicole says and you glare at her. “I’m gonna leave now, gotta get to work, see ya sweets.” She tells you and waves at you and Barb goodbye.

“Is it Melissa?” She asks you and you snap your head at her and eyes wide a bit. That was all the answer Barb needed but of course you try to defend yourself.

“What?!? N-no…of course not! Why would you think I like Melissa?” You say, stuttering and stumbling through the entire sentence.

“I’m just wondering dear that’s all. I have something to do before school as well. I’ll see you at lunch dear.” She tells you and you say goodbye to each other.

Barb gets to Melissa’s room in time to see Melissa throw a pen across the room, and she sees no others on the redhead’s desk.

“How many pens have you thrown across the room?” Barb asks her and Melissa whips her head to her.

“I lost count.” She says to her, then goes to collect all of them. She picks up what looks to be about 10 pens and a couple markers and highlighters.

Barb wants to tell Melissa what she knows but thinks that Melissa might brush her off, so she decides to tell her tomorrow after she has time to blow off some steam. Which in retrospect, turns out to be a mistake.

Melissa goes to a gay club after to blow off some steam, and she ends up chatting it up with a girl there and then makes out with her at the club. You end up seeing that, as you also went to the club to try and move on from her since you think Melissa will never have an interest in you. Melissa ends up taking the girl home and you were watching her the entire night, she never saw you though. You really have to move on now. You end up telling Nicole what you saw and she said she can be around with you more in the mornings and after school so when you see the redhead, she can provide comfort for you.

So on the Friday morning, Melissa comes in with a small pep to her step as she had sex with the girl last night and you notice it. Nicole is with you though on the couch, you decided to stop sitting at the table with Melissa and Barb to avoid the redhead. As soon as Melissa walks in, she sees you and Nicole on the couch, and Nicole has an arm wrapped around your shoulders. Melissa gets angry at that and ends up taking it out on Jacob and throws his android at the wall with a “GO BACK TO THE BLUE BUBBLE!” She yells at him and Jacob tries to act like that didn’t faze or scare him.

You look over at Melissa when that happens and she catches your gaze. You two lock eyes for a second then you turn back to Nicole and Melissa stomps out of there. Melissa ends up telling Barb that she went to the gay club last night and hooked up with a girl, and later you end telling Barb that you went to the club as well when she asked what was wrong.

“I went to the gay club last night and being there just didn’t help anything.” You told her and even if you don’t say it, Barb knows you saw Melissa there, and she knows Melissa didn’t see you.

Over the next couple of weeks, Nicole has been coming with you into the break room in the morning or you go to your classroom with her to avoid the redhead, and she meets you after school to avoid Melissa as well.

“Hiya sweets!” She greets you one Friday afternoon and then you end up catching Melissa giving a glare in your direction. You see that it wasn’t directed at you though, it was directed at Nicole and you got confused.

You and Melissa both end up at the club again only it was reversed this time. She sees you there and you don’t see her. She sees you there alone looking upset and Nicole nowhere to be seen. And then she decides to go and talk to you. Before she gets to you however, a girl comes up and starts talking to you before she does. She freezes and sees that the girl is flirting with you and you seem to be liking it. That makes her confused because as far as she knows, you’re dating Nicole and you’re monogamous. She starts to get jealous again and stomps out of there before she starts a fight with either that girl who’s flirting with you or some random person.

On Monday morning she decides to talk to you at lunch. She knows that for some reason you seem to avoid the break room now so she’ll have to go down to your classroom. You at the moment are having a discussion with Nicole before school starts.

“What are you going to do y/n? Cause you can’t avoid Melissa forever and I can’t always come down to support you.” She says and you sigh.

“I know, it’s just hard right now. I mean ever since I saw her take that girl home a few weeks ago. I just keep thinking about it.” You tell Nicole and she nods.

“I keep telling you to talk to her.” Nicole tells you and you sigh.

“You know I won’t. You don’t have to come with me in the mornings anymore you know. I can just hide out in my classroom. I mean there’s what? 16 weeks left until summer break. And then I can spend the summer just getting over her. And then she’ll never even know how I felt cause then it’ll go back to normal next school year.” You say confidently. Melissa sees your door mostly closed and decides to keep walking, knowing that Nicole’s in there too. You hear her heels and you go and look out your door and see her walking to her classroom. You think it’s good that she didn’t stop by your classroom or else she might have heard your confession and you let out a sigh of relief.

“If you just tell her then you’ll know if she likes you or not. I mean what if she likes you back?” Nicole says and you shake your head at her. “Honestly you lesbians are so dramatic.” Nicole teases you and you flip her off. “I love ya too y/n.” She says and then leaves for work.

At lunch Melissa comes to see you after grabbing her lunch from the fridge. She runs into Barb and tells her she’s going to see you and Barb smirks and tells her good luck.

She arrives at your door then Melissa takes a deep breath and knocks on your door. You open it and almost slam the door back in her face but instead you just freeze.

“Hi.” She tells you and leans on the doorframe. She’s so cute you think and then remove those thoughts, not the time to check her out.

“Something you want Melissa?” You ask her as neutral as possible and she’s slightly taken back by this. You usually have a big and bright smile when you greet her.

“I just wanted to know if you were ok? I haven’t seen you as much lately.” She says and you look at her eyes then look away from her eyes as fast as possible.

“I’m fine, just don’t feel like being in the break room.” You tell her.

“Why?”

“That’s personal.” You tell her with a bit of a snap to it.

“Can I come in?” She asks you and you shake your head.

“No.” You tell her flatly.

“Why not?” She asks you confused. “You always were happy to have people around in your classroom to visit you.” She tells you.

“Well I decided that I’m going to avoid people from now on.” You say and go to close your door, but Melissa with quick hands, stops it and pushes it back open and you stumble back from the force a bit. Melissa takes the opportunity and walks in and closes and locks the door. She then turns to look at you with an unimpressed look. “What?” You ask her and she walks towards you, you however began to walk backwards to avoid her and she keeps walking towards you. You then get stopped by your desk and Melissa traps you there and looks at you closely.

“What’s going on with you hun?” She asks and you begin to breathe deeply. You don’t reply and she continues to try and get you to talk. “I saw you at the club on Friday night, flirting with that girl.” She tells you and your eyes go wide then you narrow your eyebrows at her.

“So?” You question her.

“You seem to be enjoying it and playing along. I thought you were dating Nicole.” She tells you and the built up anger that was starting inside you immediately disappears and all that’s left is confusion.

“You think Nicole and I are together?” You tell her and press your lips together to try and suppress a laugh.

Melissa looks confused. “Um ya, I mean it’s kinda obvious. She’s always with you, you guys constantly are talking, she comes in with you to school and picks you up after. You’re constantly flirting and posting pictures of the both of you together.” She says those last 2 with some anger and you quirk an eyebrow at her.

“Melissa, her and I are just friends. We may sometimes seem flirty but it’s innocent. She’s straight and she’s not my type.” You say and Melissa leans back, immediately releasing you and you get out from her entrapment. “Melissa what is all this about? You’re acting distant lately.” You say and she looks at your desk and has her fingers on it.

“I don’t like seeing you two together.” Is all she says.

“Why?”

“Because I thought you were together.” She says plainly and then it all hits you at once. The way she leaves when she sees Nicole with you, the glares she sends at Nicole, the way she ignores you both when you go to talk to her, the way her personality changes as soon as Nicole is in the room. Melissa is jealous.

“Is it because you don’t have a partner? Because it can be so easy for you to find one. I mean you found someone to hook up with a few weeks ago.” You tell her and her eyes widen.

“You were at the bar that night?” She asks and you nod.

“I saw you make out with her and then take her home with you.” You say disappointedly.

Melissa pieces it all together right then and there and smirks. She stalks towards you and traps you against the wall on the side where your doors are.

“Did you get jealous by that?” She asks you and you shake your head.

“What?!? Me? Jealous of you with another girl? Why would I get jealous of that?” You say and your voice gets high in pitch and she grins. You gulp as she gives you a look that she doesn’t believe you.

“I think you are jealous by that.” She tells you and lowers the pitch of her voice. “Tell me, did you want it to be you that I took home that night?” She asks and you look at her with a huge blush and you can’t find it in you to lie to her, so you nod. “Well do you want to know what I was thinking when that girl flirted with you?” She asks and you nod again. “I thought that I wish it was me flirting with you instead of that girl. She is just a girl who probably doesn’t know how to properly satisfy another girl yet.” She tells you and then leans in to your ear. “I’m much more experienced and know how to satisfy a girl all night.” She whispers in your ear and you shiver. “Ugh I was so jealous when I thought you and Nicole were together, I was mad. And then you started avoiding me and she was over every day and I wasn’t able to keep taking it. I went to that club every night and kept sleeping with girls to get my mind off of you and blow off some steam.” She tells you and you look at her surprised.

“You’ve been sleeping with a bunch of girls?” You ask her shyly and she nods.

“And either they weren’t experienced or maybe it’s because they weren’t you, I don’t know which one but it wasn’t any good.” She says and you look at how close she is.

“Can you let me go?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“Do you know how much time I’ve spent picturing you in my bed, underneath me or up against my wall at my house. How many times I’ve spend fantasising about you when I’m touching myself?” She asks and you shake your head. “I mean fuck y/n, you drive me crazy.” She tells you and you’re a blushing mess right now but find enough strength in you to speak.

“I… I fantasise about you too.” You tell her and she smirks at you.

“Really?” She asks and you nod. “What do you fantasise about?” She whispers near your ear and you gulp.

“I-I picture you on top of me, domi…dominating m-me.” You start and you’re very nervous, but her smirk makes you continue. “And I imagine what it would be like to feel you inside of me and making me beg to let me come.” And while you speak, she drives her knee closer and closer to your core. Until she hits it and you squeak and buck your hips.

“Keep going.” She tells you while grabbing your hips and you gulp again before continuing.

“I thought about…about what your breasts would look like and-” you get cut off by you gasping as she moves your hips forward, making you grind against her thigh. “I thought- I thought about what your lips would feel like on mine and all over me.” You continue with difficulty and eventually you don’t need her hands guiding you as you’re turned on enough and you continue grinding her thigh on your own. She removes her hands from you and places them beside your head and then places her lips on your neck and starts kissing and sucking. She then tells you to continue. “Omg, Mel-Melissa.” You say a bit loud and she has to cover your mouth with her hand.

“I guess you can’t continue, since you’re loud.” She says against your neck. You’re close to coming about a minute later and she pulls away and you whip your head at her in shock.

“What? Why’d you stop? I was so close.” You say and she smirks.

“Oh I know. But I want to see your whole body and be inside you while you come underneath me.” She says seductively. “I want to take out all my jealousy on this pretty body of yours.” She says and bites your ear then pulls back again. “Why don’t you come to my house after school?” She asks and you immediately nod. “Good, now don’t touch yourself during the rest of lunch, I want you begging me for release tonight.” She tells you and you nod her head.

Melissa then grabs her lunchbox and then goes back to the break room. She enters with a grin on her face and the trio looks at her confused, Barb sees the grin but doesn’t comment on it. She just smiles and shakes her head.

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you’re my bestfriend

please dni if not 18+ thank u! eren jaeger x reader

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this blurb is eren x fem!reader, if you guys would want to see some gender neutral fics just let me know in my asks inbox! i’m open to any suggestions, if you want a fic that’s specifically tailored to you whether that be race-wise, gender-wise, any disabilities, etc,. just let me know!

likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated:D

this blurb has been proofread but if i missed something just let me know!

a/n: this fic is basically the embodiment of my deepest desires. i will never get over slow burn friends to lovers trope. especially like when they like started as childhood friends and grew with each other like i will actually start sobbing.

A/N after finishing: this may be my favorite fic i’ve ever written

side note: i originally had eren driving an audi r8 but him driving a pick up truck is a very necessary part of the fic n you’ll see why :D

warnings: language, alcohol consumption, drug use(just weed), smut [slight breeding kink, creampie, oral f!receiving]

word count: 13.9k words

summary: love can only be ignored for so long.

eren loves telling the story of how the two of you became such good friends. and he doesn’t love telling it because it’s such a heartwarming story. he just loves to see how you get all

embarrassed. 

eren always starts the story the same, regardless of his audience: “flashback, nine years...” 

eren can’t recall every explicit detail from middle school, but he can remember the sheer awkwardness of being 12. eren knows he was a bit of a nerd in middle school, constantly watching minecraft building tutorials, and still playing with action figures( he’d take that one to his grave, though).

that’s why eren’s first interaction with you was completely new territory. obviously eren knew girls were like....a thing, but he had never really talked to any besides mikasa. he’d had small crushes, but he never confessed, too scared of being rejected. 

but, you, you were a weird one. too intriguing for him to ignore. he really hadn’t ever noticed you before you had sent him that first message. his mom had finally allowed him to get kik, after putting up with his incessant begging for months. 

he felt so cool getting the app that was such big talk around school. after watching tutorials, he could finally work it properly and was messaging back with armin and mikasa constantly. 

eren can easily recall that fateful day that the kik notification flashed across his screen. he figured it was a message from mikasa, or a funny minecraft meme from armin, and he grabbed his phone with giddy excitement. 

to find a message from, you. eren had cocked his head in slight confusion. you and eren had never talked before. sure, you sat two rows to the front and three seats to the left of him in history, but you’d never held an actual conversation before. 

eren could feeling himself getting nervous now, his finger inching towards your message. 

every time eren tells this story, he makes sure to include this next part: “i swear to god i let out an actual gasp when i read the message. i think y/n ruined my innocence,” and it is always followed with your “fuck off” being shouted from somewhere in the room. 

the impending message of anticipation, of doom, read, 

hey papi >0<

eren just sat for a moment, staring at his screen before wondering if he should ask armin for advice. papi? what is that supposed to mean?

after three minutes of contemplation, eren figured he could handle this one on his own. he carefully constructed his response before hitting send, 

umm hi?

eren felt a strange sense of triumph. his first ever message to a girl. he thinks he handled it pretty well. 

you were quickly responding, and that washed away eren’s triumph with more nerves. 

lmao it was a dare from my friend

oh. you had probably only texted eren to tease him. he felt the butterflies in his stomach turn into clumps as he typed back his reply. 

oh haha which friend?

he waited eagerly for you reply.

her name’s lily, she lives in texas, but we’re playing minecraft together :3

eren would’ve never taken you as someone who like video games. his little heart couldn’t take how fast it was beating. eren didn’t know what else to say besides, 

oh i see

god, why was he so stupid? he could’ve said he liked minecraft too, he could’ve kept the conversation going. instead, it reached its inevitable end, your simple reply being,

yep

fuck, he’d scared you away, hadn’t he? eren put his hand over his mouth quickly. that was the first time he’d ever cursed. 

you were bringing out the worst in him. 

he threw his phone on his bed before putting his head in his hands with a whine fit for a 12 year old boy.

the next time eren had talked to you was at the end of the year school dance. 

unbeknownst to him, you had mutual friends, or a mutual friend, mikasa. she had gone with a group of girls to the dance, claiming she didn’t want to be stuck around “you two bozos all night,” in reference to eren and armin.

eren can vividly remember this next moment, even with the strobe lights blinding his vision. he remembers mikasa trying to push you into him in an anything-but-subtle manner. 

he remembers the faint smell of your shampoo. apples? it suited you. 

and he remembers how quickly you scurried away from him with a small, “sorry!”.

he remembers feeling like he grossed you out. 

and most importantly, he remembers the joy he got when he saw your message that night before bed. 

sorry about tonight. it must of made you uncomfortable with mikasa pushing me into you. 

you were much more formal in this message, and overly apologetic, eren thought. you had no reason to be sorry, it wasn’t your fault. he wanted to talk to the same person he had talked to those 2 months ago. 

haha it’s alright it was pretty crowded in there anyways

would the ‘haha’ be enough? eren was visibily stressed, gnawing on his bottom lip as he waited for you to message back.

thanks for understanding sorry again eren

had he read that right. did you type out his name? why’d it look so pretty in your message? it had never looked like that before. 

eren fell asleep imagining his name falling from your lips.

though eren can recall those specific memories easily, he can’t trace back to an exact moment in which the two of you declared your friendship. he remembers the first time you hung out, the two of you with mikasa, armin, sasha, connie, and jean. 

he remembers watching you play guitar hero and thinking you were so fucking cool. he can also remember the jealously that began brewing in his chest when he watched how comfortably you spoke to jean. 

the two of you didn’t talk much that night besides eren handing you a piece of pizza on a plate. your smile and soft ‘thank you’ made his heart feel like he was about to have a stroke. 

he couldn’t have gone home happier.

eren doesn’t know if his romantic feelings for you just disappeared over time. he doesn’t think they did. he knows they didn’t.

eren would describe his feelings for you as coming in waves. some days the tide would be strong, and on others, it would barely brush the shoreline. 

as your relationship began to gradually progress and as you became closer friends, eren found no room for his romantic feelings. he didn’t want to risk losing what he was so gracious to even have. your friendship was better than nothing. 

that fear of rejection always found a way of creeping back in. 

and here you were now, 21, in a random living room with his basketball team and some of your friends, and he was telling this exact story. 

though, as he told this story, and as he had in the many retellings before, he was leaving out the most fundamental part. 

eren still loved you. 

he attempted to convince himself that it was merely platonic. 

that did not work. 

so, he ended up concluding that he could ignore what he felt for you. he could try to. 

he remembers having a serious girlfriend in highschool, and at the beginning of their relationship, eren remembers wishing you were jealous.

but, you weren’t. you supported him and cheered him on. you even congratulated him on dating someone so pretty, your exact words being, “what’s she doing with you, she could do so much better, give her my number!”

after that relationship ended, eren’s feelings for you were only magnified. he would never tell you this, but it ended because his girlfriend knew he was in love with you. 

he thinks that he did love her, she was kind to him, and pretty.

but she wasn’t you. 

and for all his relationships thereafter, he found himself holding every romantic partner to the standards at which he regarded you, and no one lived up to those. this led to eren’s slew of pointless hookups and his renowned title as a “playboy.”

eren could be in a relationship if he wanted to. hell, he was captain of his college’s basketball team, and though he broke some hearts, it was never intentional.

he felt bad because he’d never intended to hurt anyone. eren had always been straightforward with his intentions, and had never made any promises that he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep. 

he just simply didn’t want a relationship if it wasn’t with you. 

and as he sipped his beer, and listened to his teammate make some joke, his eyes gravitated towards you, like they always did. you were talking to some girl from your chem class that you had invited. she had been quiet for most of the party, rarely chirping in during conversation.

that’s another thing, eren thinks that his love for you is also fueled by admiration. you’re so friendly, and people gravitate towards you, even though you deny it. eren’s always found it difficult to blend in, but you make it so easy for everyone around you.

and as he watched you smile and hold a stupid conversation, he could visibly see how the girl relaxed. you made people comfortable. you made him comfortable. 

you could feel his eyes on you, and you turned to him, smiling cheekily before turning back to your friend.

you were going to be the death of him. 

“ren’, come on, you can’t smoke in here,” you chastised eren before turning back to your chemistry textbook. 

“come on angel,” eren muttered around the joint in his mouth, “there’s a reason there’s these private study rooms, and for me, personally, in order to study i need some recreational motivation.”

eren cast his signature grin towards you before bringing the lighter towards his joint. “eren s’gonna smell,” you warned, to which he simply shrugged his shoulders. 

“at least open the window,” you begged, trying to focus on your work. 

“fine, don’t get your panties in a twist,” eren puffed out after inhaling. he walked over to the window, fumbling with the latch for a minute, muttering a ‘fuck’ and ‘why would they make this so fuckin’ difficult’ before he finally got it open. 

eren sat on the ledge, his legs dangling out of the window. “s’nice out today,” he hummed thoughtfully. upon your lack of reply, eren turned around to look at you. your eyes were slightly squinted as you tried to make more sense of the words on the page. you were muttering to yourself, which eren found rather endearing, might he add. 

“we should go to the beach,” he said, still looking at you. you looked up at him, raising your eyebrows, “eren,” you sighed. “c’mon,” he pleaded softly, his feet back on the ground of the study room. 

“you study so much, you should take a break,” eren reasoned, coming up behind your chair now. his hands found their way to your shoulders, making you suck in a sharp breath that you hoped wasn’t noticeable.

“y/n, i can literally feel the knots forming in your back already, you’re gonna be like dead by 40.”

he was massaging your shoulders as he continued to ramble. you let his smell invade your senses, the woody scent of his cologne, the hint of weed from the joint he had just smoked, and something like a sweet cinnamon smell. 

“y’know you needa fix your posture,” eren teased, his hands falling from your shoulders. “oh fuck off,” you laughed softly before closing your textbook. 

you didn’t miss the excitement that lit up in eren’s eyes at the small action. “let’s go, ren’,” you groaned softly, attempting to mask your own joy as you began packing up your school items. 

“yes, fuck yes!” eren grinned, grabbing his backpack that had yet to be unpacked for the entirety of the study session. 

you honestly don’t know how eren convinced you to do half of the things that he did. for example, this moment right now. 

you had made it to the beach, and you and eren laid on a beach towel as the sun set. he ended up laying his head in your lap, which prompted him to force you to braid his hair. 

he was rather demanding, and you told him as such, “i’m so surprised you’re not an only child,” to which eren scoffed and attempted to head butt your stomach, which only resulted in a slap to the forehead from you.

“ow!”

but that was an hour ago. now, you and eren were in the water, the both of you stripped down to your underwear. you were thankful that you had decided to wear a bra today, otherwise your bare tits and eren would have had an unlikely meeting. 

he had somehow convinced you to go swimming, even though you tried to rationalize, “we don’t have swimsuits,” to which eren replied, “underwear, swimsuits, same thing.”

and he wasn’t necessarily wrong, but you wish he would’ve been. the water was cold, and yet you, you were anything but freezing. 

in fact, you felt extremely hot, your face burning under the intensity of eren’s gaze.

it almost felt too cliche, the way you felt drawn to eren in that moment. he must of felt it too, because almost subconsciously, the two of you started to navigate closer to each other.

your faces were inches apart, your lips so close to brushing when eren whispered, “eyelash,” his thumb brushing across your cheek. that fucking asshole. 

you couldn’t help the visible pout that made its way onto your face, eren softly laughing, “what’s the matter?” you chose to respond with actions rather than words, splashing eren with water. 

“oh you’re dead,” he grinned, wading over to you now. you attempted to turn and run, looking back at him over your shoulder, but the water slowed your movements. “ren’, no! eren, eren no please!” you were laughing around your words as eren lifted you over his shoulder.

“did it to yourself, princess,” you swore you felt him softly slap your ass before he was dunking you underwater. 

you came back up wiping at your eyes and coughing softly. “i’m gonna stab you one day, jaeger,” 

“i’d love to see you try.”

“where’d you go?” eren whisper-shouted into your ear, the bass of the song playing was vibrating the walls of the living room.

“had to piss,” you yelled back, eren laughing softly. “wanna dance?” eren asked, his voice muted slightly by the music. you just nodded with a grin, grabbing eren’s hands and dragging him through the mass of bodies. 

soon after you had made your way to the center of the poorly-coordinated mosh pit, sky by playboi carti started playing. you turned to eren, mouth open in an o, eren grinning at your silly expression. 

you were close to each other, but that wasn’t that weird considering the other bodies pushing up against yours. you and eren began rapping the lyrics to one another, eren doing silly hand movements in front of your face causing you to laugh around the lyrics. 

“she my bestfriend, yeah we not a couple,” eren’s arms were linking around your lower back now, pulling you closer to him as he continued singing the lyrics. 

and you were attempting to be playful back, but you couldn’t really focus when you could smell his cologne, feel his stare and that annoying fucking smirk. you attempted to mask your flustered state with a light-hearted contempt. 

eventually, the song ended and eren’s hand was falling to your hip, pulling you closer to him so that he could whisper in your ear. “you wan’ a refill?” he half-shouted over the music, to which you nodded, grabbing eren’s hand and dragging him towards the kitchen.

as the music and noise became muffled behind the kitchen walls, you were reaching into the bucket full of ice and grabbing two smirnoffs for you and eren. there were a few other people scattered throughout the kitchen as you turned around to hand eren one of the bottles. you leaned back against the countertop, watching eren pop his bottle open with his teeth. 

he handed the bottle to you, grabbing the one from your hands, the brush of your fingers against his doing something to your heart that it should not have. 

eren grinned at you after popping the cap off his bottle, taking a swig. “wonder where sash’ and connie went,” you said absentmindedly, sipping on your drink. “if i had to take a guess, sasha is in the pantry and con’ is probably trying to hold her back.”

you laughed softly, smiling at eren but before you could bounce off his joke with your own, someone was yelling, “body shots!”

once the words registered in eren’s head, he was giving you that cheeky smile, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the center of the kitchen. people had begun filtering in from the other rooms of the fraternity house as jean began setting down shot glasses, limes, salt, and tequila on the kitchen table. 

jean stood on a chair, a couple whistles and ‘woops’ sounding out for him as he began talking, “as president of this lovely chapter of sigma alpha, it’s my job to carry on one of our most faithful traditions,” he got more whistles at that, his fraternity brothers cheering him on. what odd specimen. 

“and, you all came here tonight for some fun, yeah?” the huddled crowd got louder at that. “then without further ado,” jean huffed, hopping down from his chair, “can i get a pretty volunteer up here?”

girls began pushing their way past each other, and so much for wondering where sasha was. there she appeared next to you, a donut in hand. “you should do it,” she mumbled around a mouthful, pushing you towards the front of the crowd. 

eren opened his mouth in rebuttal, but you were already at the front, lined up beside fourteen other girls. jean smiled when he saw you make your way into the line, beginning his presidential speech once more, “now ladies, thank you for your dutiful service,” laughs filled the room at his small joke, “but it seems i’ll only need one volunteer.”

he began walking along the line with murmurs of “who to pick, choices, choices.” you knew jean was fucking with you, he knew you best out of all these girls and if he was being honest with himself, he’d been dying to get with you.

that task proved to be difficult, though, with eren as your guard dog. 

now was his chance. 

making his way down the line once more, he stopped in front of you, “now what’s your name?” jean teased, grinning at you. “y/n,” you said simply, “and yours?” the crowd oooo’ed at that, and you could hear eren’s laugh behind you.

“feisty, i like it,” “oh fuck off kirstein,” you laughed, brushing past him to sit atop the table. you began pouring tequila into one of the shot glasses before sitting back on your arms. 

“are you gonna do it?” you grinned at jean, his eyes glinting with something unreadable as he smirked at you, “or do you not have the balls?” once more the crowd was hollering at your response, and jean was making his way over the table with a new determination.

he softly grabbed at your shoulder, pushing you to lay down flat on the table, your legs dangling off the edge. he grabbed a lime, chuckling around a husk, “open,” before placing the lime in your mouth.

he began sprinkling salt on the dip of your cleavage, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “tryna’ embarass me in front of everyone, huh?” a soft laugh falling from his lips as he grabbed the shot of tequila. 

“to y/n!” jean shouted, the crowd falling in close pursuit, cheering as jean downed the shot of tequila. he was quickly leaning to lick the salt off of your body, the heat of his tongue shocking your system.

and then before you could even recover, his lips were on yours as he sucked the lime from your mouth and into his. he lingered for a moment longer, leaning up and spitting out the lime as he raised his arms with a smile.

his frat brothers came up behind him quickly, patting him on the back, and putting him in a chokehold. you sat up with a soft laugh, looking around the kitchen for eren. yet, he was already walking over to you, looking somewhat, angry?

eren was clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth with a ‘tsk tsk tsk’ before turning to jean with a cocky grin. “it can’t be over yet, can it, pres?” 

he was walking over to you now, grabbing the tequila bottle of the table. “yeah body shots are fun,” the whole crowd was intrigued by eren now, he was radiating an aura that was captivating everyone’s attention, “but i like something more...nasty, so to speak.” 

“open,” was all he said before bringing the bottle up to his lips, and taking a swig. you obeyed his command without even realizing, and his hand was wrapping around your neck and pulling you closer to him. 

you felt it before eren’s actions registered, the liquid from his mouth falling into yours. his lips brushed against yours for the slightest second before he pulled back with a grin. the alcohol was overwhelming your senses, but even so, you could taste the faintness of cinnamon from the mints that eren was constantly chewing. 

“now swallow,” he hummed, gripping your neck a little tighter so that he could feel the liquid travel down your throat. “now how’s that for a shot?” he teased, turning back to the dumbfounded crowd. 

the room was quickly full of roars and cheers, eren grabbing your hand and dragging you back to the center of the floor. the crowd was quick to follow, everyone dancing once more as eren pulled you against him. 

you were too hazed to worry if he could feel the quickness of your heart beat, too comfortable with eren’s hands on your hips, pushing you further against him. 

he was leaning down to your ear now, whispering something, his voice traveling straight down your body, “much better than horseface, huh, angel?”

you don’t know how or what god you have to thank for it, but you and eren somehow made it back to your shared apartment. eren was rummaging through the fridge as you sat on one of the stools at the countertop, your head in your hands as you groaned slightly.

eren was humming trademark usa by baby keem, that being the last song played before you and eren had eventually decided to bid everyone farewell. and somehow, drunk of your asses, the two of you had made it back home.

“wanagrilledcheese?” eren mumbled quickly, grabbing the cheese out of the fridge. “huh?” you laughed softly, eren laughing at the sound of yours.

“do...you...want....a....grilled....cheese?” eren said very slowly, grinning all the while. “yes.....i.....do.....thank....you,” you mocked, hopping off the stool with a slight wobble and making your way into the kitchen, over to eren.

“you forgot the butter,” you jokingly chastised, grabbing some from the fridge and handing it to eren. “how could i?” he joked back, placing his hand over his heart with a ‘shocked’ expression.

you laid your head on the arm eren wasn’t using, watching him cut the butter and place the slice into the pan, the heat causing it to sizzle and bubble.

eventually he was placing the bread in and laying cheese and bread on top of the slice. “this is gonna be so good,” eren hummed mindlessly, to which you nodded in agreement. 

you grabbed the chocolate milk from the fridge, the one that eren had insisted on getting the last time you were at the grocery store(though you swear he doesn’t even drink it).

you poured two glasses for you and eren , bringing them to the kitchen table and sitting down. before too long, eren was in front of you with two plates, sitting in the chair beside you.

after taking a bite, you turned to eren with a closed-mouth grin, chewing on the grilled cheese. 

no joke, you were pretty sure this was the best grilled cheese you’d had in your life. 

or maybe you were just drunk.

either way, you were thanking eren endlessly to which he replied, “i know, i know,” jokingly patting himself on the back. 

the two of you continue eating as you told eren about connie jumping off the roof and into the pool, “i looked away for like one second and that happens!” he sighs, exasperated, causing you to laugh softly, “it was so fucking funny ren’! you shoulda’ seen his face.”

laughter was mixed in with mouthfuls of cheese and bread, and sips of chocolate milk. 

why are headaches a thing? 

that is the question you found yourself asking at 1:18 PM. the pounding in your head was incessant, and may have been unbearable, if not for the way eren’s arm wrapped around your stomach.

he drew you closer to him in his sleep, nuzzling his nose into your neck with a deep exhale. “g’morning,” he spoke, his voice gravely. oh, so he was awake, and yet, that was not stopping him from pressing his body against yours.

you tried to ignore it, to quell the flippant pattern of your heart beat. “morning, ren’,” you said softly.

you both laid there for a few moments, neither of you wanting to move. after attempting to slow the quickening pace of your heart, and albeit reluctantly, you went to shuffle out of bed.

“no, come back,” eren grumbled, gripping tighter on your midsection. you turned over to face him, laughing softly at him as he squinted his eyes, “ren’, we have to get up eventually.”

“10 minutes,” eren mumbled, settling his head on your chest, barely above your breasts. there came your heart again, beating like nobody’s business. you’re pretty sure eren is this close to sending you into cardiac arrest.

“heart’s beating s’fast,” eren teased softly, “yeah cause you’re like a fucking furnance, feel like i’m gonna die of heat stroke,” you scoffed, attempting to mask your flustered state.

“a furnance? what are you 80?” eren said, voice still slightly husk as he looked up at you with an amused expression. 

“that’s my final straw, i’m getting up” you laughed softly, moving to get out of bed. “no, i was just playing,” eren whined, chuckling softly as he watched you slip on your his slippers. 

he remembers when you gave him those as a small part to his more than extravagant birthday present.

“these are for you!” eren couldn’t help but grin at how happy you looked, grabbing the shoe box from your hand.

he grabbed the tissue paper quickly discarding it to the side to see fur slippers. he looked up with an arched brow, confusion and humor on his face.

“just a way to make sure i don’t have to see your dogs 24/7!″

“my toes are beautiful and you know it, y/n,”

eren watched you grab your phone from its charging port across the room, and the way you all too comfortably grabbed a hoodie from his drawer. “are you gonna make breakfast or what?” eren said, sitting up in bed now, back against the headboard. 

you turned to him, grabbing one of his shirts off the floor and tossing it at him. “now, you know damn well how my hangover routine goes,” eren laughing softly at your tone.

“yeah, yeah, i know, starbucks and you forcing me to drive,” 

“well if you know, come on then, damn.”

“i swear to god i’m never drinking again,” you groaned from the passenger seat, you and eren waiting in the starbucks line.

“you say that every time, and then end up going out that same night,” eren turned to you smirking.

“i better not be sensing judgement from the one and only, jaeger bomb”

“that was one time!” eren huffed, causing you to laugh softly.

you tease him about that constantly. the two of you had been out at one of jean’s parties, and jean’s fraternity brothers had come up to eren, begging him to join their frat. “come on, jaeger-bomb”--this for real happened, by the way--“we need you as our alpha.”

upon hearing your laughter, eren’s cheeks flushed a bright red as he knew you’d never let that one go. 

and here you are, cracking up in the passenger seat of his two-seater truck as though you’re the funniest person in the world.

“fuck off,” he scoffed, laughing softly as he pulled up to order. you were about to tell him what to get you, but he was one step ahead of you, “can i get a grilled cheese, and a mocha frap with no whip. oh and also an iced matcha latte?”

you smiled at the fact that he knew your order by heart now. not that it surprised you, because you guys spent so much time together, but it just felt good. safe.

“that’ll be 17.35,″ snapped you out of it as eren thanked the barista and pulled forward. you watched him pull out his card, despite your argument with your own card in your hand. eren handed you your food and drink before bringing one hand back to the steering wheel and pulling out of the drive-thru line.

you ate your grilled cheese in quiet happiness, eren turning to look at you every so often, smiling at the tranquil expression on your face.

okay, so maybe eren was right. you did have a tendency to complain about hangovers and then go out and get drunk the very same night. for example, tonight. you couldn’t reject sasha’s invitation to karaoke, and as you always did, you dragged eren along with you. 

as you scrolled through the karaoke list, the vodka thrumming in your system so sweetly, you were perfectly content in your dazed state. sasha squealed pulling you from your mind fart as she tapped incessantly on your shoulder.

“they have take a hint, we have to do it!” she exclaimed, and upon her words registering, you were sharing that same excitement. eren was simply reclined on the comfy sofa of the karaoke room booth, watching you with a hint of amusement.

somehow, you and sasha managed to scramble on stage with two mics as the music began. you started to jokingly strut around one another as the music began playing as sasha started singing tori’s line.

the song ended with some squeaky high-notes and less-than-par dance moves, but eren couldn’t help but grin from his seat as he watched you move around the stage, all care-free and pretty. 

“you know my mom gave me this recipe,” eren hummed around the spoon, tasting the pasta sauce. “needs some more basil,” he muttered under his breath, reaching into the spice cabinet. 

“i remember her making it for us before homecoming, you remember that?” you laughed softly at the memory, eren joining in.

it was your freshman year homecoming, and you were very much still in your awkward phase, as was eren. you wore a sparkly, poofy, yellow dress, and eren matched in a poorly-fitting black suit, with a yellow spongebob tie.

after pictures with armin and mikasa, you and eren went back to his house, where his mom was making her infamous rotini pasta. you still remember eren spilling some on his suit, and the mouthful he got from carla.

“god,” eren sighed around a soft chuckle, “she was so mad at me for spilling it on myself.” 

“well she did say like 5 times to be careful while you eat.” 

“you know she’s not here right now, you don’t have to be a kiss ass.”

you hit eren in his arm softly, smiling up at him as he continued to stir the pasta sauce. he lifted the spoon from the pan, bringing it close to your lips with a small, “here try some.”

you were all too quick to obedience, opening your mouth in a small ‘o’. eren put the spoon into your mouth, the basil from the sauce instantly flooding your senses. you were staring up at eren as he said softly, “is it good?” 

“mhm,” you hummed around the spoon, feeling your cheeks flush with heat. he pulled the spoon away, albeit reluctantly, the both of you still looking at one another. 

you broke the tension by clearing your throat and declaring, “i think we need some wine, yeah?”

two glasses in and you were already feeling it. you weren’t a lightweight usually, but wine just made you feel...carefree, so to speak. 

and unbeknownst to you, eren was feeling similar. 

“have you ever been in love?” eren asked, out of the blue, the two of you sitting curled up on the couch, your plates from dinner sitting on the coffee table. 

“i don’t know,” you hummed softly before continuing, “i think that’s an answer in itself, y’know? like, if i had ever been in love, i’d know what that felt like and could give a for-sure answer.”

eren hummed, nodding, the two of you growing quiet.

“have you?” you asked, eren looking up from the rim of his wine glass as he took a sip. 

“have i what?” “been in love.”

“oh,” eren said, almost surprised, “i don’t know.”

you both laughed softly at that, “i don’t think i know what love really is, so i can’t define whether or not i’ve been in love.”

“i agree,” you spoke, your voice gentle, “but you’ve felt platonic love, you know with your mom, your friends, with me.”

eren had to contain a laugh from slipping out at that last one. platonic love, for you? what a joke. instead of laughing he just agreed with a “mhm.”

“don’t know if i’m cut out for anything more than platonic love, if i’m being honest,” you continued, the wine slowly, but surely, chipping away at your filter. 

“why do you say that?” eren said, eager to know the answer. 

you sighed softly, tracing your finger along the rim of the wine glass as you spoke softly, “being in love, you know real love, means showing people the worst parts of you. it means being vulnerable, and i-” you choke up for a moment, quickly clearing your throat in an attempt at a recovery, “i can’t do that.”

“but you can,” eren said seriously, moving closer to you, his knee nudging against yours. “you’re vulnerable with me, i’ve seen you, i know you, what’s to say you can’t do that with,” this next part pained him to say, “s-somebody else?”

“i’m only vulnerable cause, cause it’s you ren’, don’t wanna be that way with anyone else.”

fuck, you’re trying to kill him.

you both fell silent for a moment before eren looked over at you, he had never seen you look so....embarrassed. “well it’s the same for me,” he said softly. god, he sounded like a 12 year old all over again. 

“i’m only this way with you.” he finished, looking down at his wine glass.

the two of you smiled at each other, taking sips from your wine as the melodies of otis redding continued playing in the background. 

since the start of highschool, it’s been tradition within your friend group to spend the first days of spring break in jean’s dad’s cabin. mikasa, ymir, historia, annie, and armin had gone down a day earlier since they had finished their finals before everyone else. 

the cabin was about 2 hours from paradis, and the car ride usually consisted of jean and connie fighting over who was on aux, until one subsided. this time, jean was the one to lose but not without going on tangent.

“fine con’ go ahead n be a fuckin’ dipshit and play some fuckin’ horrible music for the rest of the car ride, go ahead, i don’ care, even though i’m fucking driving so, i should have aux, but whatever, s’fine,” you swore you felt the car swerve as jean ranted.

the top was off of jean’s red convertible. the wind was brushing against your face, causing your eyes to water. connie was in the passenger seat, and you were sat in the middle of the backseat between sasha and eren.

you turned over to look at eren, who was admiring the scene passing by him. the pretty brown wisps of hair that had come down to frame his face were blowing from the breeze. he turned to look over at you, catching you staring, to which he raised one eyebrow with a genuine smile. 

you simply just turned back to look straight ahead, laughing softly. eventually the city subsided into a beautiful forest with large sequoia trees. the roads began to curve a little more and you couldn’t help but look up at the trees towering over you.

california love came on shuffle through the car stereo, connie wooping loudly before singing, terribly by the way, off-key, “california looooovee!” you all laughed softly, joining in as you began rapping along to the song. 

unbeknownst to you, eren had yet to look away from your face. he watched your pretty lips form the lyrics, and the silly expressions you made as you mindlessly sang along. 

you are so fucking pretty.

the rest of the group greeted you outside, jean parking his car in front of the house in the large circular driveway. he was so fucking rich that it was actually mind-blowing if you stopped to think about it. 

mikasa and armin came up to you and eren, giving you both big hugs. armin offered to carry your bags in for you, but eren quickly said “there’s no need,” and grabbed your bags along with his. 

you followed mikasa into the house and up the stairs as she led eren to yours and hers shared room. “you can set her bag down here, eren, n’ your room is jus’ down the hall,” she said.

“i’ll see you guys back downstairs,” she smiled, her tone filled with implications.

eren set your bags down by the closet before sitting down on the bed and looking at you, “you guys always get the good room,” he joked before laying down on the bed.

you laughed softly, walking over to sit down on the bed beside him. you laid down too, turning over to look at him before looking back up at the ceiling. “can’t believe this is like our 7th year coming here,” eren sighed softly.

“me either,” eren turned to look at you before looking back up at the ceiling. he was praying that his cheeks weren’t flushed pink. “m’glad you’re in my life ren’,” you said softly, looking at him once more.

this time though, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. and neither could eren.

“m’glad you’re in my life too, cupcake,” you giggled at the nickname, eren grinning at the pretty sound. interrupting the sweet moment was the hollers off all your friends and connie’s shout of, “drink up bitch!”

you both chuckled before eren sat up, leaning back on his arms and looking down at you. 

“ya wanna go kick some ass in beer pong?”

“you know i do.”

and that it is exactly what the two of you proceeded to do. you and eren were a force to be reckoned with. eren’s celebrations for you sinking the small ping pong ball into one of the beer-filled solo cups differed each time.

the first time he simply just nodded with a teasing, “okay, i see you!”

the second was a silly hip bump, though unaware of his own strength, you were tumbling over a little, to which eren grabbed you and pullled you back up steady, the two of you giggling. 

it was evident that the two tequila shots that you and eren had taken before the game were kicking in.

and when you got the game-winner, eren grabbed you around the waist, lifting you up and spinning you around, your sharp squeal sounding throughout the room. 

if you had been sober, you would have seen mikasa shaking her head as though she knew something that the two of you didn’t.

eren put you back down, still grinning as he flipped connie off. connie just groaned with a “kiss my fucking ass, bro.”

the rest of the night was drinking games, and jean finally got to be on aux. around 1:00, though, everyone started to call it a night. apart from you and eren. 

the two of you were sat at the kitchen table, and you were fiddling with the cap of another smirnoff. eren promptly grabbed the bottle from your hands, opening it with his teeth.

you offered a sweet, “thank you,”, taking a small swig from the bottle. eren was nursing a beer that was probably luke-warm by now, but he didn’t care. 

he couldn’t find it in him to care, not with you sitting right next to him, looking like an angel.

eren attempted to shake those thoughts away, his voice wavering as he began to talk, “y-you wanna go down to the lake?” eren asked, standing up and looking down at you.

you raised your eyes to look at him, flustered at how big he looked standing over you, “s-sure!” you said, standing.

one of eren’s hands fell to the small of your back, leading you to the back door and opening it for you. the cabin had a dock that attached to the back patio and the expansive backyard.

the two of you walked down the wooden dock, a soft silence falling over you. upon reaching the end, you looked up at the night sky. the moon was casting a soft glow over the two of you, and there were so many stars out.

you always loved coming out here, especially because of how pretty the nights were. you sat down, your legs hanging off the edge of the dock, eren quickly following suit. 

“s’pretty” he muttered, still looking up at the sky, “mhm” was the only answer you could give as you admired the side of eren’s face. 

“ask me something,” eren said abruptly, turning to look at you. you sputtered around words for a second, embarrassed at getting caught staring, before you were able to form a “huh?”

“ask me a question,” eren repeated, “anything you wanna know.”

“i already know everything about you, ren’.”

“not everything.”

a soft silence fell over the two of you once more before you sighed, “okay,” you planned to blame this on the alcohol ruining your filter in the morning, but in all honesty, you had always wanted to know what you were about to ask.

when eren had broken up with his highschool sweetheart, he hadn’t offered any explanation, just that “it was a mutual decision.”

something about it irked you, especially because when eren talked to you about her, he made her seem like his whole world.

“why’d you break up with historia?” you asked, quickly pressing your lips together after the question fell onto the peaceful silence of the night air.

eren would also blame his lack of filter on the alcohol when he woke up tomorrow morning. 

“because of you.”

your eyes widened, turning to look at eren in a sort of disbelief. the look in your eyes was enough for eren to know that you wanted him to explain further.

“sh-she....historia,” his voice got really small at the next part, “historia thought i was in love with you.”

the air was not peaceful anymore, no. now it was full of tension, of withheld confessions.

you almost stopped yourself from muttering your next two, simple words;

“w-were you?”

“don’t play dumb, y/n.” 

the silence was back once more. you turned to look at eren, and you swore you saw a glimpse of his 12 year old-self. you hadn’t seen him take on such a shy demeanor in so long, but with the way he was looking down at his lap, fiddling with his hands, it was like he was that small boy all over again.

“ask me a question.” you said boldly, eren almost getting whiplash from how quick he turned to look at you.

“w-what?” “ask me a question, eren.”

you were hoping that he would ask the right one.

“oh-um, okay, um,” he hummed to himself for a moment, and you kept taking glimpses at him out of your peripheral. 

his cheeks were flushed pink, his lips opening and closing a couple times before he finally got the courage to ask, “why haven’t you ever been in a relationship?”

you smiled softly to yourself. he asked the right one. eren was oblivious to your small glee, attempting to clarify his question, scared he might of offended you.

“w-well, i mean! uh-i know you’ve like uh-” he cleared his throat, “been with people, but i mean, t-there’s never been anything serious so, i guess i’m...hm, i’m just wondering, why?”

your smile grew at eren’s rambling before your answer fell from your lips.

“because of you.”

eren’s eyes were on you again, and he was praying that you couldn’t see the desperation behind them. 

“w-why?”

“do you even have to ask, eren?”

and there was that silence more. it wasn’t peaceful, nor was it tense. it was in a state of juxtaposition; content, but eager for more.

it was always like this with you and eren, beating around the bush with your feelings. there’d be innuendos, unspoken answers, but neither of you had ever been outright with your feelings. 

perhaps it was the fear of the losing the best thing, the best person in your life. that was enough to quell the incessant beating both of your hearts. 

even if you couldn’t have eren in the way you wanted him, you still had him. he was still here, sitting next to you, talking to you. that was more than enough, right? 

you nor eren would let your feelings overturn the years of friendship. neither of you would be able to cope with the gravity of losing the other.

you couldn’t deal with the thoughts racing through your mind, standing up and holding your hand out to eren.

“you ready to go in?” he nodded, grabbing your hand.

neither of you let go as you walked back to the cabin, and up the stairs to the bedrooms. 

“so, um, goodnight ren’.”

“goodnight, cupcake.” you both smiled at the nickname, letting go of one another’s hands and walking your separate ways. 

you opened the door to your room, expecting to see mikasa sprawled out over the bed, but to your surprise it was empty. you stood there for a second, confused, tired, n’ drunk. 

“huh, where’s she-” you muttered to yourself, eren interrupting you with a whisper-shout down the hallway, “think i found her!”

you walked over to eren, who was still standing outside his room. you peered inside to find jean and mikasa in bed, a white sheet covering their body. mikasa’s arm was over jeans stomach, jean’s arm wrapping around her waist as they snuggled into one another.

“i’m so gonna give her shit about this in the morning,” you laughed softly, eren chuckling as he turned to look at you. you were smiling as you snapped a quick picture, and eren wasn’t sure if his heart could take anymore of you tonight.

“you can, uh, come sleep with me tonight if you want,” you offered.

eren tried to stop it, he really did but his cheeks were flushing pink as he nodded, “yeah, that’d be great.”

he watched as you closed the room to his jean and mikasa’s room softly, before following you down the hall to your room. it all felt like eren was watching this blur past him. sure the two of you had slept in the same room, many many times, but he’d basically just confessed to previously being in love with you.

and he was pretty sure you were smart enough to infer that he still was very much in love with you.

he was sitting on your bed, taking his shirt and his pants off, because, well, he forgot to grab clothes. sure, it was just a walk down the hall, but he was tired.

and then, eren watched your shirt come off. he saw the lacy intricacy of your bralette before you turned away from him and towards the dresser. you unclipped the clasps of your bra, and eren swears he almost dissolved into the bed.

just the image of your back, your bare back in front of him, was enough to have him popping a semi. he brought his hand to his bulge, silently hissing as he willed it to go away.

you grabbed a big white shirt, which he was pretty sure was his, and tugged it over your body. next came your shorts, and thankfully he couldn’t see anything due to how large the shirt was. 

eren decided that he needed to get under the covers before he embarrassed himself. you turned around seeing eren already under the covers.

the way his eyes lingered on you made heat travel through your body.

“tired, huh, ren’?” you laughed softly, eren smiling as you made your way to your side of the bed. he turned over to face you as he mumbled, “tired doesn’t even cover it,” a soft smile on his face.

you lifted the covers up, catching a glimpse of eren’s toned abdomen, choosing, more so attempting, to ignore the image. 

you both laid there, keeping your distance. you opened your eyes, saying a soft, “goodnight, ren’.”

eren didn’t respond back, his hand simply came to your waist as he said a soft, “c’mere,” and pulled you in closer to him. your face was nuzzled into his shoulder, eren’s head softly bumping against yours.

your legs were slowly becoming entangled with one another, and eren’s grip on your waist was holding you close to him.

“goodnight,” he sighed, pressing a soft kiss into your forehead.

everyone slept in the next morning, but eventually the sound of pans and movement throughout the kitchen lulled you and eren out of your sanctuary of sleep. 

“m gonna go grab somethin’ to eat, ren,” you mumbled into his chest, still not moving. “mhm, go head,” he huffed, his breathing slow as he pulled you into him more. if you were being honest, there’s was no way you were getting up and leaving the embrace of eren’s arms. 

the two of you laid there, reveling in your shared warmth until you heard a knock on the door. you and eren quickly moved to opposite sides of the bed, practically falling off the edge from how fast you separated from each other. 

“c-come in!” you shouted, turning to look at eren for a second before turning back to look at the door.

its not that either of you cared if your friends saw you sleeping together, but you didn’t want them to get the wrong idea. y’know....think there’s something there when there isn’t. cause there isn’t.

sasha opened the door and you could see the big grin on her eye turn into a suspiciously-sweet smile. “goodmorning!” she paused for a moment, looking between the two of you before stopping on eren, “nico’s downstairs making breakfast if you wanna go help, eren.”

eren sat there for a good minute, thinking of what the most logical route was. 

why would i go help? sasha knows i can’t cook for shit, what is she--oh. they’re about to talk shit on me. oh. okay. y/n is gonna tell her how she woke up to me being little spoon, fuck, okay, uh--

“yeah, uh, i’ll go do that,” eren said, quickly getting out of bed, but he was forgetting one major detail. he only had on briefs.

sahsa yelped with a cry of, “why are you butt-ass naked right now? oh my god!”

“i have briefs on sash for fucks sakes!” 

“it-it’s not what it looks like!” you sputtered from the bed as eren pulled his shirt over his head and grabbed his sweats from the floor.

“g-get out!” sasha cried jokingly, trying not to laugh, “you are banned until further notice” she pointed a finger at eren as he chuckled slipping on his sweats.

he just shook his head as he started walking towards the bedroom door. he slid past sasha with a “see you downstairs, bozo,” and turned to you with a softer, “see you in a minute, y/n,” 

“mhm” you replied, a soft smile on your face as you watched eren’s figure leave the doorway. 

sasha watched him walk down the hall and once he got to the top of the staircase and began walking down, her head whipped towards you. “what. the. fuck.” she mouthed before closing the door and hopping on the bed. 

“sashhh,” you whined, not ready for her incessant questions. “come on, y/n! you know i have to ask, mika would do the same!” 

“you cannot tell mikasa, she will never let me forget about it,” you cried, putting your head in your hands as sasha laughed softly. 

“don’t worry, she has no room to talk with all the shit she’s doing with jean,” sasha grimaced as she continued speaking, “the walls are so thin here, you can hear....everything, and i mean everything.”

you laughed softly, sasha smiling before she continued, “sooo.....”

“nothing happened,” you said, sasha raising an eyebrow in disbelief. “seriously we didn’t kiss or fuck or anythin,” you huffed out a breath before continuing, “last night was just...weird, n’ not bad just weird.”

“how so?” sasha asked as she shuffled across the bed to lay against the headboard. “s’just...we went down to the lake, right?” sasha nodded as you continued, “and we basically confessed to liking each other when we were younger,” you mumbled quickly, sasha’s mouth falling open in a soft ‘o’ before she laughed softly.

“and what about now? did you guys talk about how you feel now?”

your stomach dropped at that as you turned to sasha with furrowed eyebrows, “nothing’s happening now, me n’ ren’ are just friends.” “ren’?” sasha teased.

“stop, i’m serious, it’s not like that,” you crossed your arms over your chest, unsure if you were trying to convince sasha or yourself. “okay,” sasha subsided, “there’s pancake downstairs when you’re ready, lover girl,” sasha sung the nickname as she opened the door.

“you’re so corny, sasha,” you giggled softly, standing up from bed. “n’ you love me,” she hummed, following you down the hall. “yeah, yeah,” you teased, walking down the steps of the staircase.

everyone was already sitting at the table. eren’s head perked up at the sound of footsteps and he smiled once he saw you. you sat in the chair next to him, eren sliding his plate in between the two of you.

“saved you a chocolate chip one, know they’re your favorite,” eren smiled, the expression mirrored on your face. 

“thanks , ren.”

the rest of the trip was really fun. connie tried to drown jean, which was normal, jean then returned the favor. niccolo barbecued, which was probably your favorite part. 

eren went back to his room and mikasa came back to yours. 

so there was that. 

jean drove you, eren, sasha, and connie back. you and eren were the last stop, and you thanked jean again for driving and letting you guys stay. 

“of course, always,” he smiled at you. “text when you get home please,” you said sweetly. jean chuckled, hoping his cheeks didn’t flush too pink at your thoughtfulness, “i always do,” he said softly.

eren was quick with a “bye horseface, thanks,” grinning at jean, who quickly flipped eren off. the engine of jean’s convertible roared as he drove off from yours and eren’s apartment complex. 

“you guys are so sweet to each other,” you teased, eren laughing softly. “gimme your bag,” eren grunted, and you knew better than to argue with him about carrying your own things.

you grabbed the keys from your back pocket, unlocking the door to the apartment complex and holding it open for eren. the elevator ride up to yours and eren’s apartment was quiet, the two of you tired from the car ride.

as soon as you made it into your apartment eren dropped the bags by the door and slumped onto the couch. you laughed at eren’s long legs falling over the armrest of the couch as you walked into the kitchen.

“ren’, you want some water?” you yelled softly, receiving an affirmative, “please,” from eren. you walked back into the living room, setting eren’s glass on top of the table. 

“m gonna head to bed,” you said softly, looking down at eren who’s eyes were shut softly. “i’ll come with you,” he said, his voice low. you could only get out a soft “okay, c’mon then.”

eren grabbed his water, and walked behind you towards your room. you were too tired to change and the clothes you were in were comfortable enough.

the same could not be said for eren.

he ditched his shirt and sweats, leaving him in his boxer briefs. as soon as his pants came off you forced yourself to look away and try to let sleep take you over.

you felt eren slide under the comforter, lying right beside you. and though you couldn’t see it, you knew eren was close. you cold feel his knee touching the back of yours, and although faint, you could feel his soft breath on the back of your neck. 

“thanks for letting me sleep in here,” eren said softly. 

“always, ren’.”

one thing about eren is that he can roll a good blunt. and god, did he look good while doing it. a tray was sitting in his lap, a grinder, weed, rolling paper and a lighter on it.

eren was so concentrated, tapping the rolled joint against the tray. after he was finished, he placed the joint between his lips and handed you the lighter with a soft grin.

“would you do the honors,” he mumbled around the joint to which you smiled. you came closer to eren’s face, striking the lighter. the flame flickered between yours and eren’s faces as you brought the flame towards the tip of the joint.

eren took in a deep inhale, blowing the smoke out of his lips, turning to you with a soft grin and holding the joint out to you.

you accepted it, gratefully, inhaling and letting the smoke fill your lungs before you exhaled. “can we shotgun it ren’?” you asked, scooting a little closer to eren. you didn’t miss the pink that flushed to his cheeks, “yeah, you want to? c’mere,” eren said, reaching for the joint.

you shook your head softly, eren arching an eyebrow in confusion. “i wanna try blowing it into your mouth,” you smiled softly, eren’s eyes widening a little bit before he nodded.

eren’s body tingled when your hand came to hold his chin softly and your sultry, “open up,” almost had him ruining his pants.

eren was quick to listen, his pink lips parting as you took an inhale from the joint. you leaned closer to him, your lips brushing for just a moment as you blew the smoke into eren’s mouth.

you pulled away, still looking at eren as you watched him exhale a cloud of smoke. “did i do good?” you teased, eren just smiling with a slow nod, his eyes raking up and down your figure.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle eren teasing you back, so you quickly shifted conversation, “y’hungry ren?” 

obviously that was the wrong question to ask because eren was licking his lips and eyeing you down with an “mhm.”

“i-ill order us something!” you said scurrying off the bed and grabbing your phone from eren’s desk.

“thanks dude,” eren nodded towards the doordasher, shutting the apartment door behind him. you looked over at him from your spot on the couch, turning back around as eren walked over.

he set the bags of food on the coffee table, plopping down beside you on the couch. you watch as eren unties the bags, setting your food in front of you on the table. 

you open up your sushi, asking eren to “hand me the soy sauce, please,” the two of you eat in peaceful silence, the high you’re experiencing softly settling over the two of you.

“you wan’ one of mine?” eren asks holding his tray out to you. you nod and eren grabs a piece with his chopsticks and brings it towards your mouth. he got a california roll, per usual, but you had to admit it was pretty good.

“mm” you hummed around the roll, eren smiling as he watched you chew, “s’good huh?” he said, to which you smiled. “want one of mine?” you mumbled around the food in your mouth, eren laughing softly at the way your words were jumbled.

“ywes plewase” eren mocked you, but opened his mouth, patiently awaiting you to hand feed him a roll. you laughed softly, grabbing a piece of the sushi with your chopsticks and bringing it to eren’s lips.

“woah,” he mumbled as he chewed, “wanna swap?” he asked after finishing the piece, beginning to reach for your tray. “funny, ren’,” you said, grabbing your tray from the table and holding it to the right of you.

“you’re not gonna share with me,” eren jokingly pouted, “guess i’ll just have to take it from you then huh?” he began reaching over you, one hand resting on your thigh, the other reaching for the tray of sushi that you held far to the right of you.

eren could grab it if he wanted to you, his wingspan being much larger than yours, but he was far too content with listening to your soft giggles and feeling the warmth of your skin under his palm. 

“come in, come in,” your mom said, ushering you and eren into the house. “how was the drive down?” your mother asked as you and eren followed her into the kitchen. “wasn’t too bad,” you answered, as eren pulled out a seat for you at the kitchen table.

your mom was stirring some sauce at the stove, and eren was taking his coat off and setting it on the back of his chair.

“do you need any help with anything, mrs. y/l/n?” eren asked, your mom turning around to gift him with a big grin. “oh no honey! you sit, you must be tired from driving all this way.” 

eren sat next to you as your mom began plating dinner, and called for your dad. “he’s napping again,” she muttered, calling for him louder this time. “m’coming hold on!” your dad yelled from upstairs, and eren couldn’t help but laugh at your parents antics. 

your dad made his way downstairs, grinning when he saw eren. he bounded over to him, eren standing up as your dad pulled him for a hug, patting him on the back. 

well, it was more like a slap on the back, your dad was pretty heavy handed. your father pulled away, still grinning, “how come you didn’t call me down earlier, i didn’t know eren was here,” “oh, hi dad,” you said jokingly, “yeah, yeah you too,” your dad teased, coming over to kiss you on the cheek.

your family sat with you and eren, asking the two of you questions about college and life. you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself at how invested they were when eren would speak.

when dinner finished up, eren gathered the dishes from the table and headed towards the sink, “i’ll wash up,” he offered turning towards your mom who was already objecting, “the cook never cleans,” he stopped her before she could tell him no.

she laughed softly, patting eren on his back, “thank you, eren,” she smiled, “ya could rub off on this one a little, she hates doing dishes,” your mom pointed at you. you laughed at the insinuation. learn...from..eren ? if only she knew what he got up to.

“yeah, yeah, eren’s amazing,” you joked, your mom coming over to you. “your beds all made up, and i laid out a mat on the floor for eren,” “thanks mom,” you gave her a hug from your chair.

“you kids sleep good, see you in the morning!” she said, heading out of the kitchen. eren was still washing dishes as he spoke, “she laid out a mat for me,” he laughed softly, “think she knows that we practically share a room?”

you chuckled at that, standing up from your chair and walking over to the kitchen island and sink where eren was washing dishes. “don’t tell her, it’ll destroy her,” you joked, eren grinning at you.

you propelled yourself up on to the island, sitting on the island as you watched eren scrub one of the plates. “thank you,” you said softly, eren looking up at you.

“for what?” he asked. 

“everything,” you answered.

“getting sentimental on me, huh?” eren teased.

“anddd the moment’s over,” you laughed softly, eren chuckling. “get back to scrubbing bus boy,” you nudged eren with your foot.

“oi!”

everytime you and eren visited home, you always split the trip in two. half of the time was spent at your house, and the other half was spent at his. 

today was your second day at eren’s and carla was helping you build a charcuterie board for the family picnic. “i saw one on pinterest that included chocolate shaped as roses.”

carla gasped at that, layering the salami to create a flower shape, “that sounds like too much work,” “agreed,” you laughed softly. 

the two of you began to pack the picnic basket with drinks and sandwiches, eren coming back inside from loading the car with sports balls and blankets.

he watched from the hallway as his mom laughed at a joke you made, and he couldn’t help the smile from breaking out on his face. he felt like a lovesick fool. 

he decided it was time to announce his presence before he became anymore embarrassing, “car’s all loaded, ma,” he said walking over to the two of you.

“thank you baby,” she said, grabbing the picnic basket and handing it to eren for him to carry.

the car ride over was pretty short, and you and eren unpacked the car as zeke and carla laid out the blankets in the grassy field of the park. grisha was called in for a last minute surgery, so he couldn’t come with today. zeke was back in town visiting and he did not miss a beat on teasing eren for his crush on you. 

after a delicious lunch, and many compliments from eren on yours and carla’s charcuterie board, zeke offered up the idea of basketball. you and carla had decided boys vs girls was the way to play, and the two of you quickly huddled up to devise a game plan.

the two of you also decided that girls should get the ball first, just because. the game started with you playing point guard and eren as your defender. he smirked at you as the two of you checked the ball.

should he go easy on you? nah.

he was right up on you, playing defense. and the way he towered over you was flustering you, but you needed to focus, you had a game to play!

you tried to get past eren, to no avail, but you were able to pass the ball to carla. 

now, eren didn’t get his athleticism from nowhere. carla pulled it from the 3-point line, and it was a straight sinker. 

you cheered loudly running over to carla as she brought you in for a big hug. you stuck out an L at eren, to which he shook his head softly, laughing. 

“okay, c’mon then, get on defense n i’ll show you sumn’,” he said, voice low.

you and eren checked the ball, and you jokingly waved your arms up and down in a crazy manner. eren was quick to juke you out, it was embarrassing honestly, and pulled it from the 3 point line and sunk it.

it’s safe to say the rest of the game proceeded in a similar manner, zeke and eren developing a steady lead. at the end of the game you shook your head with joking mutters of “rigged,” and carla joined in with, “did you score the first point, though? nope.” 

on the ride back home, carla rolled the windows down, and eren watched you from the other side of the backseat. you had yet to stop smiling the entire day, and so had he. 

the walls of yours and eren’s apartment were very thin. and eren knew that. so when he decided to jack off at 5 pm when he “thought you weren’t home!”

was it intentional?

no way!

and when you sat on your bed, listening to eren’s pretty groans and whimpers that was in no way on purpose.

and when your hands began to trace down your body, unbuttoning your pants and sliding under your panties, it was just a coincidence that you happened to be doing it at the same time as eren.

and god, if his ears didn’t perk up at that first pretty sound you made. his hand stalled on his cock, needing to hear more. but as he went quiet, so did you.

he was guessing that you might of needed a little motivation. he began stroking his cock once more, moaning as he threw his head back at the image of you touching yourself in the room right next door.

and there you went. your soft moans, albeit muffled, were music to eren’s ears. 

they were making him feel more and more bold.

“fuck, need you,” he groaned, thumbing at the slit of his cock with a whimper. he moaned again, tuning his ears in for what he hoped could be an unspoken reply. 

“m all yours,” you whined and with two more strokes, eren was cumming with a loud moan and a couple curses. he could tell you followed soon after, listening to your whimpers increase in volume until...silence, and a short whine after.

the apartment was then dead quiet, neither of you moving or speaking. even your breath was soft and bated. 

it seems both of you may have been tired of beating around the bush.

but, life went back to normal. neither of you made a move, and that shared moment of unspoken ecstasy went unmentioned between the two of you.

you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t disappointed, but you couldn’t expect eren to balls up and say something when you couldn’t either.

you were sitting in the passenger seat of eren’s two-seater pick up truck as he drove down melone drive. the windy road lead to yours and eren’s favorite lookout. there was a small lake there that you and eren had found during highschool, and you’d been coming to it ever since.

it was so quiet out here, and that was one of the things you and eren loved about it. it was only the two of you out here. 

and it never had to be anything else. 

you grabbed your towel out from the bed of the truck as you unbuttoned your shorts. eren leaned on the hood of his truck laughing softly, “already?” he joked.

you turned to look at him over your shoulder, grinning, “i wanna swim c’mon ren!” 

your shirt was next, and eren had to look away. he peeled of his white cotton t-shirt, already in swim trunks as he followed you into the water. he watched as you floated on the surface, looking up at the crescent shaped moon.

mesmerizing. that’s all eren can think when he looks at you. he’s so captivated by everything you do. and now he’s coming closer to you as you stand upright. the water’s still shallow here and your feet plant at the floor of the lake.

“ren, what’s wrong?” you ask as eren stops in front of you, just looking down at you.

“i-” he huffs out a breath, looking down at the water that’s reflecting the light of the moon. “i can’t do this anymore, y/n,” he looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“huh? can’t do what? eren, if you don’t wanna swim, we can get out now.”

eren shakes his head with a mutter of “s’not that.”

his heart is beating so fast, it feels like it’s about to fall out of his chest. he thinks about the moments he’s had with you in all his years of knowing you. he thinks of every laugh of yours, of each fight, of every shared moment of eagerness for more.

and then, he thinks about all the new moments he wants to have with you. he wants to know what it’s like to love you. he wants to be with you in every way. he wants to wake up to you in the morning and kiss you. he wants to cook for you and spoil you with gifts. he wants to marry you and watch you grow full with his kids. he wants to have a life with you. he wants to know what it's like to give you all his love, to give you everything he’s worth.

he hopes his words can convey that.

“i can’t beat around the bush anymore. we’ve bee playing this game for 9 years and i can’t anymore.” 

“eren, what are you saying?”

“you have to know i love you, y/n. you know, i thought the way i looked at you would be enough for you to know i love you. you can’t see how i look at you? i can’t ever tear my eyes off you n’ i’ve never wanted to.”

eren’s panting now, and his heart beat is still so quickened, “i want to hear everything you have to say. i tease you so much cause’ hearing you laugh makes everything better. you make everything better. you’re what i think about as soon as i wake up, and you’re my only thought as i fall asleep.”

you’re watching him with watering eyes now as he continues, “and i-” he’s huffing out another breath, “i can’t, i can’t just be friends with you anymore, y/n, i thought i could but i can’t. and i’m sorry if that puts you in a weird position, but i needed you to know how i feel because i just can’t take this anymore.”

eren stops there, and he feels as though he has to manually force himself to breath. he watches you, watches one tear trickle down your cheek before you jump up and wrap your arms around his neck.

he’s quick to catch your legs and he listens to you sniffle into his shoulder. “ren’,” you hiccupp, “i love you n i always have.” 

he’s holding you tighter at your words. eren doesn’t ever want to let you go and now, he knows he never will. you pull back to look at eren and his eyes are watering too. 

you bring one hand to his cheek, brushing your thumb against his skin softly. your lips are gravitating towards one another, and they meet, hesitantly, before you’re falling, plummeting into one another.

you’re breathing one another in, your lips moving in dance as eren’s grip on you tightens. your hands are drifting to his hair now and eren’s moaning into your lips.

you pull away breathless, panting into eren’s lips, “i need you, ren.”

your words are all eren needs to start walking out of the lake, with you still wrapped around his figure. he’s glad there’s already a blanket laid in the bed of the truck as he sets you down on the edge of the bed.

he’s leaning over you and kissing you, his hands holding your cheeks tenderly.

you’re smiling that beautiful smile of yours as you pull away and scoot further into the bed of the truck. you begin to giggle as eren makes his way over to you and now he’s laughing too.

eren’s lips are on your neck now and he’s blessed with finally hearing the sounds of your pleasure up close. he’s fiddling with the top of your bikini and you’re leaning up to quickly undo the clasp.

nothing could have prepared eren for this moment. he’s known his whole life that you were breathtaking but seeing you in this manner was the final nail in his coffin.

your pretty nipples were hard from the night air, and eren went with his first instinct and wrapped his lips around one. you were moaning now and your hands were gripping eren’s hair and undoing his messy hair bun. 

his fingers twisted and flicked your other nipple and now eren was pulling away from your chest. he was grabbing your breasts, squeezing them in his hands as he licked his lips.

“so fucking beautiful,” he was muttering into the skin of your stomach as he began kissing down your body. eren’s legs were hanging off the edge of the bed of the truck, and his feet were brushing the grass, but he couldn’t find it in him to care as he was met with your body.

he tugged the bottoms to your bikini down your legs. you were getting shy now, eren could tell but he wasn’t going to have any of that. “nuh’ uh, open up, angel,” eren was saying breathlessly.

he was met with the sight of your dripping center. you were visibly needy, your clit pulsing and puffy. “you need me here?” eren asked, running a finger through your slit. “y-yeah ren! need you so bad,” you whimpered, running eren’s hair through your fingers.

he couldn’t hold off anymore, he needed to taste you. his tongue jutted out to lick up the arousal drooling down your slit, and you were yelping at the feel of eren’s tongue.

he chuckled before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. you were a mess now, squirming and moaning as you gripped onto eren’s hair, which had him moaning into your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your system. 

“ren’! m’ i’m gonna cum!” you were panting, eren’s hands holding onto your hips to stop you from running away. “c’mon then, baby, lemme taste you, i need it,” eren was mumbling into your clit.

one more suckle onto your bundle of nerves and you were falling apart on eren’s tongue. he didn’t waste a drop, moaning as he worked you through it, his hand rubbing soft circles into your hip as you came down, eren still leaving soft kitten licks at your clit.

he pulled away when he could tell you were sensitive and stood up from the bed of the truck. he was peeling off his swim trunks, his cock springing free and hitting against his toned abdomen.

he had never been this hard in his life.

your eyes were glued to his lower body as eren chuckled making his way back into the bed of the truck. his hand came to the back of your head, the two of you sitting up as he pulled you in for another kiss.

a string of spit connected your lips as eren pulled away. “lay down for me,” eren told you, his hand cradling your head. eren was leaning over you now, one hand holding the rim on the bed of the truck to keep him towering over your figure, the other grabbing around the base of his cock. 

he started to tease the tip through your folds, relishing in the way you’d jump when he brushed against your clit.

“are you ready?” eren said softly, looking at you for any sign of hesitation. “m ready ren’,” you pecked him,  “are you?” you teased.

“born ready,” he joked the two of you laughing. though, as eren’s tip nudged against your entrance, neither of you felt like joking anymore. his tip was going into your tight hole and you were wincing at the stretch of his girth.

“you alright?” eren asked, stopping. “m good,” you breathed, “your just big, ren’.”

eren knew he had a big cock, but hearing you say it made him twitch. “tell me if you need to stop,” he groaned softly, pushing into you more. eren caressed you through the stretch of his cock, cooing sweet nothings in your ear until he finally bottomed out.

“fuck,” he groaned, stilling inside the warmth of your cunt. your walls were squeezing down on him, “trying to milk my cock n’ i’ve only been in you for two minutes,” eren moaned. 

you were a mess. you couldn’t cope with the size of eren’s cock, with the way his tip was barely brushing against your cervix. “need-need you to move,” you whined, your nails raking down eren’s back.

“you sure?” he asked, running his hand down the curve of your side. “m’ sure, please, ren’.”

that’s all eren needed to pull back from the warmth of your insides and slam back in. you both moaned loudly at that, pushing each other more and more down the path of complete ecstasy with each thrust. “so-so good for me,” eren’s voice broke.

your nails were raking down eren’s back harder, breaking the skin, and the pain was making him wince and moan. “fuck never want anyone but you,” eren groaned, grabbing at one of your tits. 

“gonna fill you up n’ make you mine, you want that, baby?” eren was slamming into you now, your hips turned up as he folded your legs towards your shoulders, his hands holding the back of your knees it.

“need it, ren!” you were crying now, moaning loudly. “gonna give it to you,” eren panted, “but i need you to cum first. need you to cream all over this cock, make it yours.”

his words were enough to send you over the edge, your cum spraying on the base of eren’s cock and his abs.

feeling you pulse on his cock and watching your pretty eyes flutter close as your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure had eren filling you up. he came deep iside you, his load coating your walls white.

the both of you panted as you came down, and you pulled eren in by his neck for a deep kiss. 

“i’m gonna need a plan b tomorrow,” you laughed, moaning softly at the warmth of eren’s cum inside you. “i’ll set a reminder,” eren chuckled, “i meant what i said, i do wanna watch you get full with my kids, but maybe just after college.”

you laughed softly after that, pulling eren in for another kiss.

“i love you, ren,”

“i’ll love you forever.”

fin

thank you for reading! this is the slowest slow burn fic i’ve ever done so i hope you guys enjoyed! please reblog to show your love n i hope you all have an amazing rest of your day or night or afternoon or whateva <333

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[rashoumon-homo]

Sleepyhead (Dazai x Reader)

Dazai x Male Reader

-> Content Warnings: male reader, amab terms used, suggestive (no smut), so much fluff

-> 1.1k words

Request by @suru1990 - thank you! This was a lot of fun to write :D

Despite walking through dangerous streets and dimly lit alleys on your way home, no one dared bother you. If the fact that you were a high-ranking Port Mafia member wasn’t threatening enough, the mere mention of your lover’s name was enough to keep even the boldest criminal away. It had been a long time since Dazai had left the Port Mafia and joined the Armed Detective Agency, but rumors of his ruthlessness were still rampant in the building’s halls, only ever growing in size.

Now, you knew he’d never kill unless he absolutely needed to, but where’s the fun in correcting your coworkers?

The bluish light of sunrise settled over the empty streets. You yawned. Still not used to pulling all-nighters, and you’d been with the Port Mafia for how many years now? At least you’d be able to get some sleep once you got home. When the rest of the world was waking up and pouring coffee; heading to work with the weather report on the radio, you’d be only getting into bed.

It was hard at times to keep up a relationship with Dazai when both of you had important jobs that operated at wildly different hours of the day. Sometimes you’d go days or weeks without even seeing each other, just from how your schedules lined up. You’d taken to leaving each other notes on the counter whenever either of you came or went from the house. Things like, “Took out the trash,” or, “Leftover carry out is in the fridge.” Dazai would often add cute messages at the end saying he missed your handsome face and reminding you he loves you. He’d picked up origami at some point a couple months into the relationship, so it wasn’t uncommon to find a folded crane or a heart on the kitchen counter beside the note.

You smiled to yourself as you approached the front door, wondering what he might have left this time. You were surprised to find a warm glow coming from the front window, and even more surprised that the door was already unlocked.

“I’m home!” you called out, not wanting to startle Dazai.

He popped his head out of the bedroom, clearly partway through getting dressed. His slacks were on, but his shirt was still unbuttoned over his shoulders. A massive grin spread over his face when he saw you.

“Hey, love! Back from work already?” he asked, coming over to hug you. His arms stayed wrapped around your waist, face nestled in your neck.

“Already?” you asked, laughing. “It’s nearly 6 am!”

“Mmm,” Dazai said, sighing happily. You ran your fingers through his hair, then tried to gently untangle his arms from you.

“I need to take off my coat, baby,” you reminded him.

He pulled back, only to take the fabric of your coat in his hands instead. “Allow me,” he murmured, slowly sliding it off your shoulders. Instead of letting it fall to the floor, he hung it up on the hanger by the door like a proper gentleman. When he turned back to face you, there was a familiar hunger in his eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Please do,” you replied breathlessly, and then his lips were on yours. It was soft; familiar. It was like coming home. You let yourself melt into his arms, losing yourself in the kiss. He pushed you against the wall for better stability and opened his mouth, sliding his warm tongue against yours. You gripped his waist tighter, and he moaned, sending vibrations down your spine like he was trying to infuse you with his pleasure itself.

“Dazai,” you groaned, pulling away for air. Your eyes met his and a sense of relief washed over you. You were always safe, right here in his arms. You could finally put the guard down that you had to keep up at all times for work. And with that tension released, you suddenly felt very, very sleepy. A yawn slipped from your mouth before you could stop it.

Dazai smiled at you fondly, and gently cradled your cheek in the palm of his hand. “Sleepy, baby?” he asked.

“It’s nothing,” you said quickly. “I can keep going.”

“I don’t mind stopping if you’re too tired,” he said.

“But you’re…” you gestured at the obvious erection straining at his pants.

“Don’t worry about that,” Dazai insisted. “It’ll go down on its own. Or I can take care of it myself, no big deal.” He then looked pointedly at your matching hard-on and offered, “I can still suck you off or something if you’d like. I don’t mind servicing you today.” He gave you a coy smile and kissed your cheek.

You shook your head. “I’ll be asleep the second my head hits the pillow,” you admitted.

“Let me help you get ready for bed then,” he said. He crouched down to unlace your combat boots for you and helped steady you while you stepped out of them. Then he walked with you to the bedroom.

“It’s okay, really,” you insisted. “You don’t need to help me.”

He unbuttoned your shirt with practiced hands and gave you a look. “I want to help you,” he said. He tossed the shirt in the laundry basket and urged you to sit on the bed so he could take off your pants next. You yawned again. The way he gently maneuvered your limbs was so relaxing you couldn’t help but close your eyes.

“Arms up,” he said softly, causing you to startle awake again. You smiled sheepishly and held your arms up so he could pull your sleep shirt over your head.

“You falling asleep on me, baby?” he teased.

“No,” you lied, smiling regardless.

He pulled your sleep shorts over your hips and let you lie down. The pillow was like a cloud under your head. And when Dazai pulled the blankets over you, you were enveloped in the coziest, softest warmth you think you’d ever felt.

It wasn’t just physical, either. Only a fool would think that. The care Dazai took while tucking you in warmed you to the bone. You were safe. Cared for. Loved.

“Need me to get you anything?” Dazai asked quietly. “Some water, a snack?”

You shook your head and smiled. “I love you,” you murmured. “So much.”

Dazai leaned over you and kissed your forehead. “I love you too,” he said. “I’m headed to work soon, but hopefully I’ll get to see you again this evening. I’m glad our schedules overlapped this morning. Seeing you always makes me so happy.”

Your eyes were closed and your breathing was already shallow and even.

“Sleepyhead,” Dazai murmured. He drew the curtains closed and turned off the light. “Sweet dreams,” he whispered, then closed the door behind him.

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[maggiedanikka]

Let Me Go || Part 4

Pairing: Hangman x f!reader, Rooster x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Reader is married to and shares a child with Hangman. Life and circumstances drives reader into Rooster’s arms, but Hangman isn’t giving up that easily. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Author’s Note: I am so overwhelmed and filled with so much joy from the amount of love you all are giving this series. I never thought anyone other than me would care about a story with a plot like this, so I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart. I originally planned on ending this story after 5 parts but the more I write the more details I feel like need to be hashed out, and while I am not sure how many parts this will end up being, it will probably not be 5. I’m sure a good amount of you did not see the message I sent out earlier tonight about Part 4. I do apologize for it coming out a little late, I had a very busy day and a little writer’s block but we pushed through. So thank you all for your patience, I know you are all still on the edge of your seats about the ending of Part 2, and I promise the next part will finally continue that plot line. This chapter is very Rooster heavy, and I hope it provides you all more context on the dynamics that the reader has with both Rooster and Hangman. To my Hangman stans, I promise he’s back next chapter. Thanks to my editor ( @jhelly-bean ) for catching my grammar mistakes and letting me write on the desk in your room. I fortunately do not have to go to work this weekend so hopefully I can write and publish a good amount these next two days. Now back to the story.

Rooster Playlist:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4tS2I0YnKUSrBOMSUCqLgh?si=6a1898d0be474904

Hangman Playlist:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2z4lAcBPvbCx19NWni8DVS?si=f7da4ba91773424e

Italics is the past

“That feels so good, Roos!” You scream in pleasure.

“Please don’t stop.” You plead as you struggle to hold in a moan.

Bradley lets out a chuckle as he continues to give you what you wanted.

“Oh! My! God! Right there!” You shout as Bradley hits a spot that makes your toes curl.

You hear a large laugh come out of Bradley as he moves away from the spot he was previously occupying. You frown to yourself as you look at him.

“Hey! Why’d you stop?” You ask with a pout.

“Because you’re screaming (y/n), the neighbors are gonna get the wrong idea.” Rooster replies with an amused smile.

“And it seemed like you’re enjoying yourself a little too much there, Darlin’.”

You glare at Bradley as you snatch the massage gun from his hands to use on yourself. You sigh as you feel the rhythmic beating of the tool on your shoulders.

“Please remind me to buy myself one of these.” Closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of the knots on your back being loosened.

“Orrrrr, I can always do it manually, and for free?” Rooster suggests teasingly as he sat next to you on the couch.

“You know how good I am with my hands.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Actually I do not.”

“You can always find out.” Bradley smirks as he brings his face inches from yours.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you sit in intense silence staring at one another, you notice Rooster’s eyes look down at your lips and back to your eyes. You bite your lip as you watch his eyes darken. You know he wants you to make the move to close the gap, and you were fighting your entire being to not do so.

“Brad-.” You begin to sigh.

He moves his head back, ending the moment.

“I know (y/n).” He says with a sad smile.  

“This whole thing with Jake has been weird, but he’s still my husband…” You explain dejectedly.

“And if anything were to happen with us, I don’t want it to start in infidelity.” You add quietly.

Rooster nods sadly, he understands. Of course he does. Because Bradley is the most selfless man you know. The kind of man who willingly let himself get shot out of the sky to save his godfather. Who spends his days off singing karaoke and baking cookies with your daughter. And the kind of man who would wait for you, even if you couldn’t guarantee that you could ever be together.

After the accidental bombshell that your daughter dropped on you, you were finding it difficult to know how to talk or act around Bradley.

It’s gotten to the point where you were actively avoiding him. Avoiding places you know he could be, screening his calls, having your secretary tell him you were in an important meeting whenever he dropped by your office.

You hated staying away from Bradley, and Astrid was already missing her Uncle Rooster.

“Where’s Uncle Roo Roo Mommy?.” Your daughter asked.

“Oh, um, he’s just busy, baby.” You told Astrid hoping she didn’t notice your white lie.

“But he usually comes over on Fridays for movie nights.” Astrid furrowed her little brows.

“Sweetheart..” You sighed.

“It’s unfair of us to always ask Uncle Roo Roo to come over. What if he wants to have his own time? You know one day he’ll get married and have his own family and his own little one?” You surprisingly felt uncomfortable tugs at your heart as you explained to the three year old.

“When Uncle Roo Roo has his own baby, will I not be his Little Chick anymore?” Astrid asked as tears threatened to spill out of her eyes.

“Oh no no baby, I’m sorry.” Guilt now washing over you, as you realized that you projected your own fears onto your daughter.

“That’s not what Mommy meant, I just meant Uncle Roo Roo has been busy but I’m sure he misses you and will want to hang out with you soon.” You told her with a big smile, hoping it’ll ease her worries.

“Are you sure, Mommy?”

“Of course baby, you’re his one and only Little Chick.” You tell her as she smiled widely and went back to playing with her toys.

You hated lying to your daughter. You’ve always known that Bradley will eventually meet the right girl, fall in love, and have the perfect family and life that he deserved. But what you did not know is why that thought left your stomach in knots.

After Astrid finally settled down and went to bed, you were free to relax and enjoy the start of your weekend. You tried to read your new romance novel but felt yourself getting annoyed at the characters’ happiness knowing that your own love life was in turmoil.

On one hand, the last time your husband was home was on Christmas and it is now nearing June. It was getting harder and harder to push the feelings of anxiety and anger to the back burner. It was also getting harder to ignore the ache between your legs that begged for Jake’s touch.

On the other hand, the fact that your daughter had to point out that your best friend might possibly have feelings for you made your heart and mind run at a million miles per hour.

You knew that there was no way you were going to relax, so you just decided to attempt to fall asleep, praying that your thoughts would slow down enough to let you rest.

Except that it didn’t, you spent the next several hours, tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable. Your unrest was interrupted by a knock on your front door.

You turned to look at your bedside clock and read 2:32 displayed in big red script. Who could be visiting you this late?

You slowly made your way to the door, making sure to check on Astrid before you grabbed a baseball bat and crept down the stairs.

You began formulating a game plan in your head, in case this visitor had ill intentions. You had to hit them as hard as you could, hopefully debilitating them long enough for you to run up the stairs to grab Astrid and your car keys and sprint out the door into your car. After that you can drive to the nearest pol-

“(y/n), are you there? I can hear you thinking.” A familiar voice interrupted your thoughts from outside the front door.

You dropped the bat as you worked to open the front door.

“Bradley..” You greeted him as he appeared on your porch.

“Woah, my actual name, am I in trouble?” Bradley asked with a teasing grin.

His grin dropped when he saw that you did not find his attempt at a joke funny.

“It’s late, what are you doing here?” You asked him with a straight face, hoping he won’t notice your nervousness.

“I haven’t heard from you in over a week..” Bradley responded sadly,

“Can I come in?”

Your head was telling you to say no and shut the door in his face, hoping to avoid having to explain why you have been ghosting him. But a part of you knew that he deserved an explanation.

You moved to the side to allow the pilot to enter through the door.

You found yourself sitting across from your best friend at the small kitchen table. You both sat in silence as you waited for the other person to break the silence.

You were racking your brain trying to figure out what to say to him. You couldn’t just say “My 3 year old basically told me that you were in love with me, and I’ve been avoiding you so I don’t have to confront some very confusing feelings.”

You could lie and say that you lost your phone and have genuinely been busy the past week. But you knew that Bradley knew you well enough to see through any lie you offered him.

“Is Astrid asleep?” He asked you, finally ending your verbal stalemate.

“Yeah, she is.” You replied with a small smile.

“Oh, good. I missed her.” He admitted.

“I saw the most adorable pink bicycle the other day and just knew she would love it, it’s sitting in my apartment right now.”

He bought her a bicycle, because of course he did.

“Roos, you didn’t have to do that! Astrid doesn’t even know how to ride a bike!”

“Then I’ll teach her.” He said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“And I know you’re embarrassed to admit that you can’t ride a bike, so I guess I can teach you too.”  He sighed exaggeratedly.

You bursted out laughing “Shut up! I know how to ride a bike!” You exclaimed as you hit him playfully.

“There’s that smile.” He stared at you with so much adoration that it made your heart flip and you didn't know how you didn’t realize it before.

You looked away before your eyes could give away your thoughts.  

After a beat, you told him “You know, she missed you too, asked why you didn’t come over for movie night.”

“I was waiting for your call….” He admitted, catching your eyes. You didn’t know how to respond.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s going on (y/n)?” He asked you before you could come up with a response.

“I’ve just been busy, you know, work and everything. And my phone has been bro-”

“Bullshit.” Bradley cuts you off.

“You know better than to lie to me (y/n), I know all your tells.”

“I just..I…” You were struggling to find the right words.

“I can-“

“If you’re not comfortable telling me (y/n) then that’s fine. Just please don’t shut me out.” Bradley pleaded.

“You and Astrid have become a big part of my life, and I don’t want to lose either of you.”

Bradley’s sincerity made the brick that was forming in your stomach feel heavier.

“And whatever is on your mind, when you’re ready to share, just know I’m here. Always. No matter how much you ignore me, no matter how much you try to pretend nothing is wrong. I am here.”

You couldn’t take it anymore, not when he continued to very obviously hint at his feelings for you.

“Are you in love with me?” The words unexpectedly left your mouth.

Bradley stared at you in shock, before his features softened.

“What do you think?” He asked softly.

Finally getting the question out left your stomach lighter, but Bradley’s response made the weight transfer onto your chest. You could feel the tears stinging your eyes, threatening to come out.

“Bradley… I’m married. I have a kid. I have a family.” You choked out.

“I know that. And I tried so hard (y/n).”

“I’ve tried to not feel this way about you. But I couldn’t help it.”

“How about Rebecca?” You asked him about his current girlfriend.

“She broke up with me. Because she knew, she could never be you.” He admitted looking down on his hands.

You stared at him dumbfounded. “I can’t do this. We shouldn’t be talking about this.”  You said before standing up and leaving the room tears spilling down your face.

“(y/n) please talk to me.” Bradley followed you out of the kitchen into the living room.

“Bradley! Please! Stop it!” You said through your cries.

“This is why I didn’t say anything! You were never supposed to find out.” He replied, his eyes getting watery.

“How did this even happen Bradley?! I’m your friend, I am married to your teammate. I have never given you a reason to fall in love with me!” You were exasperated.

“You really have no idea your effect on people, do you (y/n)? You have no idea of the effect you have on me.” Bradley replied.

“It was nothing you said or anything you did. It’s just you (y/n). The way you explain the punchline after telling a joke and how you always just know what spice is missing from a food. Your passion for your job, your compassion towards others, and how much you sacrifice for Astrid.”

“And Astrid. I love her so much. She is spunky and smart and never afraid of being completely truly herself. And that just makes me love you more because you are the one who gave birth and raised this absolute bright light of a little girl that I would do anything for.” He confessed.

“And I cannot imagine my life without either of you.”

You felt so conflicted. Bradley’s admission left your stomach doing flips and made your heart feel so full. But it did not change the fact that you had a husband, and it was not Rooster.

“So you were just never going to say anything? I had to find out from my 3 year old daughter that you love me?!”

“How could I tell you (y/n)? If I did, would you have said it back?” He shot back.

“You know I can’t answer that..”

“Yes I know, and I don’t expect you to. It hurts (y/n), it really does.”

He paused for a second.

“But losing you and Little Chick will hurt more.”

“So I’m fine being Uncle Roo Roo, being your confidant and your best friend. That is enough for me, as long as you and Astrid are in my life.”

You hugged Bradley tightly, sobbing into his chest. He held you in his arms for a few moments.

“So best friends?” He asked you.

You nodded with a small smile, the tears finally stopping.

“Yes.”

Bradley gave you a smile, but you noticed the slight sadness that accompanied it.

“Mommy? Uncle Roo Roo?” You broke the embrace when you noticed a small voice originating from the top of the stairs.

“Hey Little Chick! Sorry for waking you up, your mommy and I were just having a talk.” He explained to the toddler.

“Was Mommy crying?” She asked, concern wrapped in her voice as she walked down the stairs to stand with you in the living room.

“Just a little bit sweetheart, I was just happy to see Uncle Roo Roo.” You smiled down at your daughter.

“Oh okay! I missed you, Uncle Roo Roo!” Astrid exclaimed.

“Oh, did you Little Chick?” Bradley responded as he bent over to pick up Astrid. “Because I missed you too”

“It’s still early baby, let’s get you up to bed, little girls need rest so they can grow big and strong” You told your daughter.

“But I wanna play with Uncle Roo Roo.” Astrid pouted.

“How about this? Uncle Roo Roo can tuck you into bed and then you can play with him in the morning?” You suggested as you looked at Rooster for approval, he nodded in agreement.

Astrid nodded as Rooster carried her up the stairs. “Can you make chocolate chip pancakes?” You heard your toddler ask. “Of course, Little Chick and I can show you how to ride your new bicycle.”

“You got me a bicycle!-” Their voices faded as they turned into the upstairs hallway and into Astrid’s room.

The smile sitting on your face dropped. How are you going to handle this? Did you love Bradley too? You couldn’t allow yourself to answer that as you remembered your husband. Are you gonna tell Jake? You felt a headache set in, this is going to bite you in the ass in the future.

“You should get home soon, Little Chick is probably waiting for you.” Bradley said, breaking you out of your memory.

“You’re probably right. Thanks for having me over and helping me unwind Roos.” You responded as you pulled yourself off the couch and grabbed your purse.

You hesitated at the front door, remembering that it wasn’t only your daughter who would be waiting for you at home.

Rooster approached you and grabbed your shaking hand. “You'll be okay Darlin’, just remember I’m just one call away if you need me.” He reassures you as he gives your hand a soft kiss.

You placed your foreheads against each other, and closed your eyes for a moment. “I love you (y/n).” Rooster whispers, not expecting a response back.

“Goodnight Roos.” You tell him as you finally leave.

You made the drive back in silence, and after 10 minutes, you were home. You didn’t realize you still had the smile on your face as you unlocked the front door and noticed Jake staring at you from the couch. You meet his eyes with a greeting “Hey Zuko.”

He did not return your smile.

“(y/n), how’s ‘Uncle’ Rooster?”

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𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓌𝓃~𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉. 1

This will be a series :D not sure how long it will be yet

word count:1,221(so far)

Warnings: None for now, TBD

Being in high school in a small town was strange and difficult. Everyone knew who each other were, even if they didn't know each other personally. That was how it always was. You knew who everyone was, even if you didn't hang out with them. Sammy was your best friend though. And you were his, aside from the curly haired boy he'd known since the first grade. You two were almost inseparable, some would even say that you both had a crush on each other. But that was no where near how it was. You and Sam were like siblings and had been since you met in kindergarten. When he started hanging out with Daniel too, you didn't mind although you rarely spoke to Daniel. Up until a week before graduation at least. The two of you had been at Sam's house, as that was the usual hangout and even sometimes the woods on the edge of town. You didn't know Daniel would be there as he had told Sam that he wasn't sure he could due to work. Yet when Daniel walked through the front door, you saw how gorgeous he was. You weren't sure how you hadn't noticed over all those years spent with him. His curls pulled back into a low bun and his sun-kissed skin made your heart race. You often found yourself staring at him after that moment, whenever you were around him and even after that at graduation. The three of you spent the summer together before leaving for college since you had been accepted into Harvard Law, your dream college and when they heard you had been accepted they made sure to have the best summer before you left. Sam and Daniel stayed behind, going to a community college since they both wanted to stay in Frankenmuth. You grew so busy in school you had almost forgotten about them.

FIVE YEARS LATER

"We'll pick you up from the airport, okay? You can stay with us honey, your room hasn't been touched since you left.", your mother told you over the phone. "Okay mama, thank you. I'll call you when we land." You hung up the call and put your phone on airplane mode. This trip will be your first time home since being a freshman in college. Actually you wouldn't be returning to Harvard law, but your family didn't know that yet. You had grown to realize it wasn't what you wanted to do so you would find work in your hometown until you knew exactly what you wanted to do. Your flight was short, only about two hours. You decided to fly instead of drive, only because you didn't have a car but also because it was cheaper than renting a car.

🕊️🕊️

After landing in Detroit and being picked up by your parents, they drove you back home. You found you had fallen asleep when you felt your phone vibrate. Checking it, you saw you had an instagram message.

samfkiszka: hey :) your mom said you would be in town today and i was wondering if you wanted to hang out and catch up?

morningbird: yes ofc omg i would love to. Tonight at 8?

samfkiszka: see you then :)

You liked the message, letting him know that you had seen it. You hadn't talked to Sam or Danny since your last day before leaving for school. It felt good knowing at least one of them was still in town and even if you hadn't heard from Danny you made a mental note to ask Sam about him. You wanted to know what they both had been up to since you hadn't been home since you were 19. You were now 24 and were due to graduate next semester. An entire year early, yet it became to stressful for you. You had been top of your class for four years, but a messy breakup sent you into a depression and cause your grades to slip below the average A+ you usually had, which hadn't been a big deal until the only class you needed to pass this semester had been failed. So you thought it was best to move back home and figure it out from there.

Once you made it back to your parents house and got all of your belongings to your room, you set up your computer to look for work around town. Finding one in particular that piqued your interest you immediately looked at the website.

New Moon Apothecary. Specializing in all your spiritual needs.

After looking over the website, you applied and hoped for the best. You had never worked in an apothecary before but was well educated in tarot, maybe hoping to give readings at the apothecary. Hearing a knock at your bedroom door, you jumped. You forgot what it was like living with other people.

"Hey Y/N. I couldn't wait any longer to see my best friend so I thought I'd stop by." You heard the familiar voice say before looking back at him. "Sammy! Oh my gosh how are you?" You jumped up and ran to Sam giving him one of the biggest hugs you'd ever given someone. "I've been good! I missed you so much Y/N. Daniel is still in town too so we'll all have to meet up this week. I never thought you'd come back if I'm being honest."

You pulled back and looked at him "Never come back? Sam I always had plans on coming back even if it was just to see you." You smiled at him and stepped away. "Let me just get dressed and we can go where ever you want, okay?" He smiled and left the room to give you privacy. "I'll be out by my car waiting."

Sam treated you to burgers and fries, a meal you both got whenever you had the chance. You both giggled at everything, almost like no time had passed at all. He filled you in on everything that had happened in his life over the years. Becoming a producer and producing his brother Jake's music for three years until Jake was signed to a label out in Nashville. Sam stayed behind and watched his brothers dream come true while finding work with smaller bands around town. After filling you in on everything he had done the last five years, he asked how school had been and when you'd be going back.

"I'm actually staying here for a while. I didn't finish school..." You looked at him nervously biting your lip, afraid he'd be disappointed. "Well thats alright, you'll find something here to do and eventually find what works for you." Relieved he wasn't disappointed, you smiled.

The both of you walked around town for a while after that. Spotting New Moon in the distance you drug him along faster, explaining you had applied there and wanted to check it out before your interview. He giggled at how excited you seemed, and opened the door for you. The both of you looking around, and pointing out different crystals to each other. You were looking at a deck of bird themed tarot cards when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

"Birdie?", you turned to see who spoke before your heart stopped and you froze completely seeing them behind the counter.

"Daniel?"

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[qoeww]

Oh, aren't the tickets unnecessarily cheap?

Well, turtle bros are working hard these times and they definitely deserve an award (not romantic)

Warning: Nothing

No spoiler from movie

Writing type: Short fic

Author note: Haha the movie haha...༎ຶ‿༎ຶ BTW PLEASE GO AND GİVE A HİGHSCORE AT IMDB WHAT THE SHELL IS 5,4??????

This week was so hard for bros, at some point, all the villains seemed to agree to attack at the same time. You haven't seen the turtle's faces for a week, they even reply to your messages late.

You can't lie, you really missed them. You were in a position to not be angry if they come to your house and break everything again. So thanks for your clever mind (and losing your way home) you just found out that Jupiter Jim's new movie was played in theaters. Brothers always talked about it and made you watch but it was... Eh, it was looking low budget and kinda make you remember Star Trek but if they love it maybe you could put up with an hour or two.

You handed the money in your pocket to the young man who works there and bought 5 tickets.

"Oh, aren't the tickets unnecessarily cheap?" You looked at the boy when you took the change. You weren't even sure if he was really listening to you, his eyes were staring blankly.

"Well, if you want to, you can give more."

"Ok, ok, haha- have a nice day sir!"

You took your phone out of your pocket and called Donnie, the phone rang several times and you heard the voice of the purple turtle.

"Y/N, What happened?" He sounded so tired, normally he wouldn't stretch his words, but now it was too long and difficult for him to even say three words.

"Oh, I was gonna say, prepare with your bros and meet me at the cinema."

"HEY, IS THAT Y/N?"

"Yes, Leon and why Y/N? I don't think some of us can even lift their feet."

"C'moooon, don't be a game breaker. I'm waiting you"

"Y/N-"

Donnie looked in disbelief at the beeping phone on his face.

"Well guys, Y/N is waiting us at the cinema."

A different voice came out of every head that heard this. After some minutes to accept their fate, Raph stood up and stretched.

"Ok, D get the keys and I will carry Leo and Mikey to car. C'mon guys."

You waited 15 minutes in front of the cinema, wow- No one really came here. The charging icon of the phone was red, there was nothing you could do but wait. You started to play with the stone at your feet, threw it forward, and followed it with another kick. As you continued like this, a painful brake sound was heard near his ears. The brothers' car stood before you in all its splendor and with the tired turtles inside.

"Y/N, why are we he-"

"Shhh, Raph silence. TA-TA-TADAM, LOOK!" You pointed at the poster of Jupiter Jim with your hands with a proudful smile

"OHMIGOSH, ISN'T THIS JUPITER JIM'S NEW MOVİE AAAAAAA-"

"I totally forgot about it, damn thanks Y/N!"

"I wrote about it in my program but... I didn't see it, eh."

You watched from behind as all three brothers rushed to the cinema. You missed seeing them.

Feeling the pressure on your shoulder, you turned around and Raph was standing there with the warmest smile on his face. "Hey Y/N, thank you so much."

"LEO DON'T PUT YOUR FOOT ON THE SEAT, I CAN NOT SEE!"

"Shhhh shut up guys, I can't hear!"

"RAPH YOU POURED THE WHOLE POPCORN!"

"OH, I'M SOR-"

"Don't worry guys, I'm here for saving the day." Leo grabbed the katana and shook it in the air.

"NO, LEO PLEASE-"

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[rene-is-an-insomniac]

"From now to then." (Lyney/Reader)

Reader in the beginning is a teen, at the end is an Adult. I dont want any issues with this story because I change the age of persepective.

Now that this disclaimer out of the way, Let's continue.

Len/Reader (Previous) Lyney/Reader (Now)

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"Hello everyone." 

As the performer took the stage, you yelled along with the audience. A young man and his sister entered onto the stage. As she approached the stage's edge, his sister drew the focus of the audience.

His name appeared on the screen as he starts his song. His sister sings the background vocals. 

He jumped around the stage waving to the crowds as he did his dance routine. You dance along the nosebleed section.

 

Others sing off-key, while others dance with the person in front of them. You were preoccupied as you failed to notice your lover move in front of you.

You raise your head as he extends a flower to you. You take it from him as he sprints to the opposite side of the stage. A few fangirls sneer at you, but you don't appear to worry.You smile holding it up to your nose. 

He sang song after song for the people who came to watch him. As the concert comes to an end, he takes his bow while singing his final note.

“Excuse me, he’s waiting on you.” You follow the crew backstage to his dressing room.

You enter seeing him combing his hair out. His eyes crinkle as he looks at you from the reflection in the mirror. 

“Oh, it’s you.” He smiled inviting you to come in. His blonde hair crinkling down his back, his bangs falling over his eyes, your love was so adorable.

"Your show was amazing, Len." He smiles, beckoning you to embrace his form. Sweat dripped into your clothes as he softly hugged you. You frown and shove him away as he chuckles.

“Thank you.” 

“What was your favorite part?” Len got up and walked over to a different part of the dressing room. His voice responded, muffled from the dressing room.

“Probably when you almost fell on your face.” His head snapped back in your direction.

“I’m kidding, it's the new publicity that I'm going to be getting from the flower that you gave me.” 

“I'm so tired.” Len changes and flops onto the couch in the dressing room.

“I know, how many more concerts do you have left?” He counts quietly into your shoulder as he puts the rest of his weight on you.

“4.” 

A knock came from the door as his sister peeked her head in.

“Are you ready to go.. oh hey Name.” She entered the room taking a seat on his couch. 

“Hey Rin.” 

“We have to leave at 5. Are you staying the night?”

“Yeah, it would take a long time to get home, do you mind?” She shakes her head as she stands up clinging to your free arm.

“That’s great, we can catch up since my brother takes you away all the time.” He moves his head to stare at her.

 Len’s middle finger goes up for a slight second as she moves to jump him. She gets a good hit on his face causing him to cry out. Even though he has a well built figure, his sister is stronger, probably from boxing she does when off the mic.

 He cries asking for help, but you decide to ignore him.

“Let’s go!” She grabs your arm leading you out the room, as your boyfriend scrambles to follow.

Rin’s sweet talk to your boyfriend’s complaints, these things have become almost normalized.

Soon after, things began to become more complicated. 

Being a performer, your boyfriend was always busy and could barely spend time with you. When he did, he had a difficult time talking to you.

“Babe can we talk?” You could hear a woman’s voice in the background talking to him,before exiting the scene.

“Huh, oh hey Name.” Len responds in a tired tone. Guilt panged in your stomach, maybe now wasn’t a good time to call him?

“Do you have time this weekend?” You heard the key dials on his phone switch as he pulled up another app. He hums softly before responding.

“Sorry babe, I have to practice for a performance for the morning show.” 

Days pass as you don't hear from him again. Rin stops by for a short visit. Instead of apologizing or giving a reason for your boyfriend’s sudden disappearance, she just talked about things concerning her.

“So how have you and my brother been?” She teases lightly bumping shoulders with you. 

“Did you not know, he’s been too busy to speak with me.” Her expression changes into one of confusion. Did she not know, what did he tell her?

“Busy? He hasn’t been busy since the last time that we went on tour.” Your heart began to race and your overwhelming thoughts consumed you.

Did you upset him by constantly calling?

Did he not find you attractive anymore?

Was he annoyed because you ran your mouth too much?

“-me.”

“Name.” You see Rin’a concerned face. 

“I’m sorry for asking you that. I was just asking because he barely talks about you anymore.” Your stomach dropped as you clutched onto her.

“No, last time we spoke, he said he was practicing for her performance on the morning show.” Her expression lightened up, as she seemed to know what you were talking about.

“Oh.. so it wasn’t that long ago.” Her expression calms you down. 

Soon after, Rin stopped visiting as well. It took months for you to even see him again.  

On a day you had off work, you decided to visit him and his other friends at work. 

They usually have a small party to celebrate new orientations for new members or to celebrate concert successes. 

When you entered, you saw the balloons up around the building. Rin mentioned there wasn’t another concert since their concert months ago, it must be someone’s birthday.

‘’Babe?” You peek in the room, seeing his other performer friends chatting with him. He laughed along, never noticing your presence. 

“Welcome to Crypton.” They cheered for the new manager who was hired to work for the Diva. 

She bows and thanks the others. She gave a small smile  and seemed to focus solely on your boyfriend.

“I can’t believe we’re getting new managers. We haven't gotten a new one in a long time.” Rin sighs, patting the woman on the back.

“Remember the one from last time?” Meiko mumbles, sipping her sake mindlessly.

“Name?”

“No, Name doesn’t even work for Crypton, she’s just there for emotional support.” Your boyfriend rolls his eyes picking up his cup.

“More like getting in the way.” He sighs, catching everyone’s attention. They all stop listening in on him.

“She constantly texts me asking when we can have a date. I’m busy because of the "Evil Chronicles." series that we have to record.” He picks up his phone before instantly returning it to the table.

“Well maybe she’s not used to having an influencer partner?” He nods. 

“At least I have a break for the next few weeks.” He sighs as his sister pats his back.

“Are you going to see Name?” Miku asks seemingly interested about your relationship.

 Your boyfriend would talk highly about you, almost bragging about your dates. It surprised you when he scoffed, shaking his head. 

“I think I need some space for a bit.” He lets out a small huff.

“We’ll speed through it.” Marin shrugs as they walk off to get to work.

So that’s how he feels? Alright you’ll stay out of his way.

Eventually after the text stops, you receive one from him out of the blue.

“Can we talk?” 

“Sure?” 

Snow falls softly on the ground as you wait by a store. Your boyfriend wanted to go Christmas Shopping with you. Surprisingly he had time for once, what an asshole. 

“Name.” He walked closer pulling you in for a hug. He wore an expensive coat that you never gave him. A scent lingering on it that wasn’t yours.

“How are you? You barely talk to me or Rin anymore.” You frown, he’s making it sound like you distanced yourself from him first.

“I was waiting on you and Rin to get back to me, but I know you’re both busy.” 

“Huh? I’m not busy for you. You can call, and I’ll answer.” You let out a snort pushing him away. You lead the way to the store that he wants to go to, leaving him behind.

Couples walked along the  mall, hand in hand. One girl pulls her boyfriend down her level, to kiss him on the cheek. You vaguely remember doing the same to Len earlier in your relationship, back when he enjoyed having you around.

“Name, what's wrong?” He looks in your direction with a worried expression.

“Are you tired of me?” He looks at you surprised.

“Tired?’ Why would I be tired of you?” He looks confused at your statement, like you said something wrong. 

You heard him complain before about how tiring dating you was, and that assistant he has, seems to be a better choice. She’s always there for him, and she can be with him, because of her job.

You, on the other hand, had school and work to attend and didn’t have time to travel the country with him. He did all his schooling online, but you focused better in class.

“It's nothing darling.” Snow crunches under your feet as you lead him into the shopping area. He blocks your direction, hands spread out to stop you.

“No, please tell me. Is it because I’ve been busy? If so I really am sorry, but there’s a new series coming out that they're having us record for.” 

“Okay, but couldn’t you make time for me?” His composure fell as his face turned slightly red.

“I have, but they need me to prepare for a new concert on New years.” Anger begins to fill you as you open your mouth.

Is he serious? Rin said all concerts were done this year.

 What if the concert wasn’t public, but private?

 

An ugly feeling crawls up your back.

“Where did you get this jacket?” He pulls it closer to himself trying to keep it from you.

“I.. brought it.” His voice wobbles, and his eyes avert from you. 

“Did you really? You don’t even wear jackets like that. The ones I brought you are more your style.” He frowns looking more nervous. 

“Be honest.” He sighs before speaking again. His hands tapped quickly onto his arms as he tried to come up with an excuse. Each time he tried to speak, his mouth closed and opened.

“Did your assistant buy it?” His eyes widen as his hands fall to his side almost in defeat.

“She did, didn’t she?” He nods slowly, his expression dropping back to the floor.

“Is she who you’ve been spending all your time with off of work?”

“ I know you, after work you come home. You also work very hard on your songs so that you don’t have to constantly re-record it. You had free time this entire time.” 

His expression grows more and more sad with each sentence. His nails dig into his arm, proving your point.

“Do you love her, Len?” Silence fills the air around you, giving his response. You grow misty eyed as you ask the last question.

“Do you love me Len?” 

Silence once again filled the air as he tried to say something. Sounds came out instead of words, causing you to cry. 

Through your tears, you see him try to hug you. Instead of accepting his embrace you pushed him back. He looked at you hurt as tears began to fall down his face as well.

“I’m sorry.” You approach him standing on your toes to kiss him. You turn walking away from him.

“Goodbye.” Snow begins to pick up as you walk further down the road. The cold air bites your skin as you rush down the road. 

Your tears falling down your face as you pass by faces. You make your way to a crossroads, waiting to cross the street. 

Your heart pounds in your ears, your hands clenching into the dress you wore. 

The last thing you remember was letting out a small sigh as you stepped onto the road. Blaring lights and a car horn deafening you as your eyesight went black.

“Hello, this is no time for distractions.” 

A blonde man sighed, snapping his fingers trying to catch your attention. You see Ren for a moment before the appearance changes. Instead of the young face of your ex, a more mature face replaced him. Wavy blonde hair, purple eyes instead of the sky blue ones that you once adored.

That’s right, you were with Lyney.  He  was showing you a new trick for his upcoming performance at the Opera Eclaisse.

You weren’t a teenager dealing with heartbreak from a teenage heartbreak anymore.

Lyney lets out a small sigh guiding Rosseland back into the hat. He lightly tapped the cat as he disappeared into the hat.

“You’re very distracted today.” He takes a seat next to you grabbing one of your hands. The touch of his gloves, grounding you back down to earth.

“Name what’s wrong?” You flinch hearing “his” voice for a moment. 

“My darling?” He asks, leaning in towards your face. He takes off one glove holding his bare hand up to your face.

“Ah, nothing. I thought I saw someone I used to know.” He looks behind him seeing no one. He faces you and guides you to your feet once more.

“I think it’s time to go home. Being out in the sun must have tired you out today.” His rough hands connected with yours. He gently guided you through the night back to the place you were familiar with.

A/N:Taglist heads up, this is the last time im going to tag you. If you want to be notified for any stories I updare this will be the tag.

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[thepeachyouhadtopick]

ANYTHING BUT ORDINARY | Chapter Twenty-Three

Ell announces her comeback gig, and puts Johnny, Chris and Dimitry through their paces at some rugby training.

Thanks for all your kind feedback on the last chapter! I hope this one is ok, it's taken me a while to get it to a point I've been happy to publish it. Obviously I *had* to include the rugby skit in here while the gang are in London. I've also linked the song included in the chapter below, as always it's a real song but in this AU it's written by Ell; all credit goes to the original writers and I'm not claiming it as my own. I'm really enjoying developing Johnny and Ell as a couple and the next few chapters will see some big events take place for their relationship so stay tuned. Also just a little note - I'm aware that in the actual skit, the rugby team they train with is the London Irish. I prefer rugby league over rugby union so I changed the team for a local rugby league team instead :'D

Content warnings for this chapter: smut (male receiving oral, sex, cum swallowing), alcohol

Taglist: @lizey-thornberry @babybammargera @zolofts (let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!)

‘hey everyone! <3 thnx for all the nice messages about me joining the Jackass cast! u won’t see me on the series that’s on right now but we think s2 will begin airing in feb 2001 so u can see me then! it’s been another fun few weeks shooting stunts and hanging with my fav people. i’m so lucky to have met this gang thanks to my best friend steve-o. if u haven’t seen the show yet i know ur gonna love them all as much as i do! we’re shooting a few bits in london this week. it’s v strange to be back here but part of me has rly missed it. on that note… i’m posting today because i have some more exciting news! since i’m in town all week i decided to play a little one-off gig! it’s at dublin castle in camden THIS FRIDAY NIGHT and the only way u can get tickets is to be there on the night. it’s first come, first served and the capacity is only 200 - it’s a lot smaller than the last venue i played for u all, but i just wanted to do a special intimate show so i can try out my new music. u might love it, u might hate it, i just know i'm so proud of what i've been working on recently so i rly hope u do love it. fingers crossed i will be back to do a bigger show in the near future! doors will open at 7:30 and i will be playing 8:30 - 10pm. i am so excited to play all of my new songs for u and i hope u are going to like them all! see u friday night. i love u all! <3’ Ell could hardly sit still at the group’s dinner the night before after confirming her gig at the Dublin Castle pub in Camden. Luckily, the venue had had a cancellation on the Friday so the landlord Alo was more than happy to give Ell the slot. She’d been so giddy she could barely eat her meal - that was until Steve-O told her to take a breath and eat otherwise he’d eat it for her.

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[milkmily]

Hiiiii, first i want to say i love your work so much💓 specially the chubby latina. It gives me so much happiness and confidence, thank you so much :").

Second, can you write about the chubby latina being best friend with billy, like some head canons or a little story. If you want of course :D

thnx u💓

Hii!!! Thank you! You have me giggling rn hehehe it makes me so happy to see that many of you are enjoying the chubby Latina reader, By far one of my favorite writings I've ever done. Anyways, here it is! Enjoy! :D

Beings friends with Billy Hargrove

Billy Hargrove x platonic chubby/plus-size Latina reader

| Request are open :) | Stranger things Masterlist | A/N: Billy is alive and never died :)

• You and Billy met at school. He was new and they picked you to tutor him where his next classes will be, the bathrooms, Gym, etc.

• Billy was rude to you at first. He'd call you rude names and point out your weight. But when he saw that his words really had no affect on you, he simply stopped and listened to you as you told him about the teacher and what they do in their class.

• You, being a curious person who is interested to move to California when you go to college, told Billy.

"How are schools in California? Do they teach differently?" You asked as Billy gave you a puzzled look. Just a second ago you were telling him about the Gym teacher then all of a sudden you talk about how schools in California teach.

"The same as here. Just not shitty." He says as he gets his pack of cigarettes out. He pulls one out and puts it in his mouth. You quickly snatched it off his mouth and shook your head. "Out. Teachers walk around here." You say as he chuckled.

• You brought him out and he smoked his cigarette. You tell him that it's almost break and you'll leave him alone.

• He didn't really want you to leave so he asked if you wanted to go out and eat somewhere.

• But You politely declined and went back inside the school building

• To your surprise, you got to be partnered up with him for a class project.

• Which means you'd have to spend your after school time with him to work on the damn project

• Which also meant you'd have to bring him to your place to work on the project

• Which also meant that your family would tease you for having a boy over . . .

• You asked Billy if you two could go to his place, in hopes that you wouldn't go to your place, he said No. No excuses just a, "No."

• And here he is, in your room, the door open(because your mother demanded the door to be open) while your siblings peek in from time to time to tell your mom that you two haven't done anything suspicious.

"[Name], Mamá dijo que no quiere que se están besando." Your little sister says as she stands on the door while Billy looks irritated by your siblings always sending your messages that your mom told them to send.

"Mairela, dile que es solamente un amiga de la escuela y está aquí para un proyecto de biología." She nods and hurries away. "What the hell are you two even saying?" Billy asked as he slammed the pencil down. "And close the damn door." He says as he walks up to the door and closes it. "Hey, open it before I get my ass whooped." You say. "And she simply told me that my mom doesn't want any funny business between us." You say.

"As if I'd get with you." He says as he goes back and sits down on the carpet. You rolled your eyes as you continued your notes.

• Your mom kicked on the door and she opened it. "¡Qué te dije de la puerta [Name] [Last]!" She yells as you groan and Billy chuckles. "¡Ma!! Estamos haciendo tarea!"

"¡Más vale! No quiero que salgas con tu domingo siete." She says and looks over at Billy. "Do you want anything to drink or eat?" She asked as she smiled at him. You hated that she was so nice to Billy and so rude to you. She even changed her voice for him.

"A glass of water is fine. Also, has anyone told you that you look young? You almost look like [Name]'s sister." He says while he grins. "Aw! Stop it!" She giggled as she walked away.

"Stop flirting with my mom." You say as he nods, it looks like he didn't even hear what you said.

• And he's been at your house almost any time he could. Half the time he's out partying, getting drunk, and sleeping with every possible girl in Hawkins High.

• You decided to go to a party with some friends, to take a break from the stupid project that you had to do almost everyday by yourself, and dance. As you went outside to feel the fresh cold air, you saw Billy sitting on the concrete floor.

"Hey." You say and Billy looks up at you. He looks back down at the glass bottle and chugs it down. "You going back in?" You ask and he nods. He tries to get up but loses his balance and holds his arm. "You look like shit." He burps and blows it at you. "And stink." You say and wrap his arm around your shoulder. "I am taking you home. You've had enough today Hargrove." You say as you made him walk to your car.

You tried asking him many times where he lives but he wouldn't tell you shit. So the only place you knew was your place. You didn't want to walk up Tommy H. And ask where Billy Hargrove lives. He'll probably be saying that You want to get with Billy or something.

So you sneaked him in. You tried your best to keep him quiet but he'd giggle, laugh, and make random yells all of a sudden. "Thank God my whole family are heavy sleepers." You say as you make him lay down on your bed.

"Why the fuck am I here? I'm not working on the damn p-project fat bitch." You rolled your eyes at his comment and pulled out one of your shirts. "That's for tomorrow." You say and then hear him gag.

"Shit." You hurried to pull him up and take him to the bathroom. You successfully didn't get any vomit in your room but still had a drunk Billy in your bathroom.

• He looked a little better after that and grabbed some pain killers and a glass of water. You hand them to him as he takes them both and drinks the glass of water down in seconds.

• You take him to your bed as he puts on the shirt and sees it looks like a dress. He lays on your bed and completely passes out. "You're welcome." You murmured. You grabbed your blankets, spread them on the floor and fell asleep.

The next day he wakes up to see he isn't even in his room. It smells… nice. Like sweet perfume. Not like cigarettes and his calone. He sits up and groans at the headache he has. "Here, take some." You say and his eyes go wide as he sees you. "I tried telling you where you live, you didn't tell me. So now I have you here."

He chuckled and took the pills and glass of water. He takes them and places the glass down on the nightstand. "I have to go." He says as he gets off the bed and sees he doesn't have his pants on. "What happened yesterday?" He asked

"Geez, don't get scared. Nothing happened. Your clothes are over there. I washed them. They smelled like beer, cigarettes, and vomit." You say as you point at the edge of the bed. "Hurry up so I can drop you off to get you home."

He changes and goes down stairs and sees you holding your keys. "Let's go." You drop him off and say goodbye.

• And that's how you two become friends.

• He started to hang out more with you during break. And at lunch, he'd bring you food whenever he could. He'd even take you home after school with Max.

• Max enjoyed your company as she saw she didn't really have to fight with Billy in the car like before.

• He did speed up just to scare you but other than that, nothing more.

• At school, if anyone bothered you, he'd give them a glare. "I'm fine Hargrove. I can defend myself." You'd tell him.

• Everyone stopped bothering you when they found out you became friends with Billy. So no more comments or rumors about you happened.

• if any one called you fat as an insult, he was ready to give them a lil speech that would make them piss their pants and never say anything rude to you again.

• It happened once to a guy. A popular guy called you fat and a whore as you were walking to your locker. Billy was following you and he heard it all.

"Just ignore it Billy." You say and he ignores you, like always. "The fuck did you say?" He walks up to the guy. The guy gives him a puzzled look. "Say it again." You rolled your eyes.

It was childish what he was doing. You didn't need him to defend you because some guy who doesn't got any chick's and decided to insult you. "Leave it!" You yelled and Billy chuckles. "You got lucky. Next time say something stupid again and I'll break your fucking nose."

• You two happily graduated. You invited him and Max to your party celebration as they had nothing to do at home.

• Billy would invite you to parties or make you ditch with him. You did give him a little speech later about how ditching is bad and can affect his grade. He simply nods and continues to drive. He then puts the volume up.

"Are you seriously ignoring me right now!"

"Lalal!!!"

"Billy! ¡Vas a ver!"

• During summer, he didn't talk much to you as you started two work. So hanging out was rare. You worked at Scoops ahoy with Steve and Robin.

• Max and Billy thought your family were like a second family. Max played with your sister and did their nails and makeup. Billy talked with your older brother.

• Billy did come once to Scoops ahoy with his date and saw you. He couldn't stop laughing at you for wearing the sailor uniform.

"You look fucking stupid right now [Name]!"

"Shut up Billy! I will throw ice cream at you!"

"Wish I had a camera right now!"

• when you two do have time and hang out, he'd tell you about a girl (Mrs Wheeler) who has been hitting on him at work. He'd say she is a little older than him, making up a lie saying she is in her 20s. You thought it was weird but let him do what he wanted. You did tell him to be careful.

"So, what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Got anyone? Anyone you are intrested in?"

You laugh and see that he was serious. "Steve Harrington?" You say, making it sound like a question. He makes a disgusted look when he hears Steve's name. "The hair?! Seriously!"

"Oh but you pick someone who is in her 20s!"

"Steve 'the hair' Harrington! Come on [Name]! I thought you were better than this!"

• He'd then give you disgusted looks whenever he came to Scoops Ahoy to drop off Max(which was rare). He'd look at Steve and give him a disgusted look.

"Seriously?" Billy whispered at you as you rolled your eyes and kicked him out.

• When you brought up the topic about Collage, Billy didn't really say anything. If you want to go, you do you. He won't stop you. But when you mentioned you wanted to go to a college in California, the thought of going too. But he couldn't leave Max with his dad.

• After what happened with the Mind flayer and all, you helped Billy get closer with Max after he almost lost his life.

• You helped him with his wounds and changing the bandages. Made him meals and brought them to his house then left. Billy would tell you to simply drop off what you can and leave as he didn't want his dad to talk shit to you.

"So did you get accepted?" Billy asked as he sat on his bed. Today was really the only day he'd let you in the house. He was healing and needed someone else to help him other than Max. You go through your bag and hand him the letter.

"I did." He nods as he hands you back the letter. You knew that Billy wanted more then anything to move out, go back to California. But he couldn't. There was no one else who could defend Max from his dad.

"Being me a little memory, yeah?"

"What do you want?"

"Anything really. Like a Keychain or anything. I just want something from California." You nod and promise to bring him anything.

• When you moved to California, you two tried to keep in contact as much as you two could. He told you how Max was doing and about Steve.He'd tell you about his new job working as a mechanic and how they pay him well, dates with girls, and much more.

• You did tell him about how you were starting to regret getting into college and he told you that it's best to drop out.

"Are you serious Billy? My mother and father would kill me!"

"If you can't afford it, they have to understand that. Plus, that career isn't something you like. Just drop out."

• And you did. You went back to Hawkins in 2 months after the call. You brought him and Max many memories from California. A new skateboard and shirts for Max. Perfumes, some Keychains, some car decorations, and some shirts for Billy.

• Billy congratulates you for dropping out and he saw how scared you were. Your parents thought you were here for a week or so.

• When you told them the news, they were livid. They called you a disappointment and how it was so depressing that you decided to do that. They would say how you'll get a job that's for shit and how you made the biggest mistake.

• Billy never saw you or heard you cry before. He saw you as a woman who was very strong with their feelings. So when he heard you cry over the phone, he didn't know what to say. So he said, "Stop crying."

"Wow, really helps a lot Billy."

"I don't know what to say!"

You giggled and told him what happened. He said he was free tomorrow and if you wanted to meet up to try and relax. You agreed and ended the call.

•Your guys' friendship is weird really. If any of you feel bad, you do anything to make each other feel better. But never really talk it out.

• He gives you something when you seem down. You give him something when he's pissed about his dad or what happened at work. It can also be going out or calls.

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[artsy-book]

hi! i wasn’t sure if my message got thru so i’m sending it again hopefully u don’t mind

hey artsy! hope you’re having an awesome new year!! :D thank you for being such a kind mutual this year its been nice to chat with you! ^^

eyllo again pathos ^-^

pathos it is always such a delight to see you on my dash and in my notes <3 I have loved chatting with you as well

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Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 12

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"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices…

…But then things changed.

Not my GIF

Author's Note:

Trigger Warning: This part does have a brief mention of the deadly C word (Cancer) so please look after yourselves if this is upsetting to you. Also feel free to message me if needed, I know how upsetting it can be, as someone who has lost someone near and dear to me to this dreaded disease. 

Also some slightly spicy content up ahead too ;P

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Shevy created a new group chat:

Hey, why didn't we make a group chat sooner? Anyway, anyone who's up for a shopping and exploring trip today, meet downstairs at the hotel lobby in 30 minutes. x

That was the text Delia saw light up her phone; it was from Shevy. It was weird, they had done 5 out of the 8 weeks of this tour already, but the home sickness was just starting to kick in. Sure, Delia was loving this opportunity, even with Andy being a total confusing prick, and she was talking to her parents at every chance given, but right now she was wishing nothing more than to just sit in her family home's kitchen with her mum drinking coffee as they spoke about everything and anything. Sighing, she thought it best to reply to Shevy, otherwise she'd only get her tour bestie knocking on her door instead.

Hey. I won't be coming out with you all today. Gonna just take today to myself and likely talk to my parents as I'm missing them. Have fun though. x

If anyone was going to understand how Delia was feeling, it was going to be Shevy and most likely Jinxx as Delia knew he was missing his son and wife a lot.

Message from Lonny: 

No stress D, hope you're okay. x

Message from Andy:

I won't be coming with you all today. Enjoy.

Typical Andy, Delia shouldn't have even been surprised, he was most likely going to hook up with some girl like always. It's not like it mattered to her anyway, truly, it did not matter to her in the slightest. Her concern at this current time was talking to her parents. 

"Hey mum." Delia smiles slightly as she hears her mother pick up the phone.

"Delia! How are you doing love? We were wondering when we'd next hear from you! How's everything going? Any updates from last time?" Delia's mother asks down the phone.

"Yeah it's still great, still loving every minute of it." Delia continues to smile; of course she had not told her family about how Andy behaves, that's a small detail they did not need to know.

"I'm so glad to hear that you're enjoying it. I hope you know how proud me and your father are of you. You've worked so hard for this for so long, you really do deserve it."  If Delia did not know any better she would say her mother sounded close to tears; Delia's parents always were so supportive of her life choices.

"Thanks mum, I love you." Delia starts to feel her own tears well up slightly, only 3 more weeks and she'd be home.

"Anyway I'm so sorry petal, your father and I were just about to leave for the hospital. He's got another appointment for his cancer remission, just to double check everything is still looking like the all clear." 

Delia feels her smile falter slightly. 3 years ago her father was diagnosed with cancer in the prostate. Thankfully with the help of treatment he was able to beat it and had been in remission for the last 2 years, of course the fear of it coming back was always in the back of her mind. This was obviously something Delia never liked discussing with people, she was always so afraid of breaking down and seeming weak; seeming weak is definitely not something she was willing to do in front of this band, especially Andy.

"Yes, of course. Send dad my love and let me know how he gets on." Delia nods even though she was aware her mother could not see her simple reaction.

"Of course petal, I'll text you okay? I love you." 

"I love you too mum." Delia smiles sadly before hearing the call end.

Petal. That was always the nickname Delia's mother had for her since Delia was a young girl. Delia's mother had always loved flowers, especially the dahlia. She had a single dahlia in her wedding boutique, which she called her good luck charm even though she knew she did not need good luck and that Delia's father was the love of her life. She knew that if she were to call her future daughter dahlia it would cause issues so that's why she chose Delia; it was so similar yet just as gorgeous in her eyes. A dahlia. The same flower on the pin that Andy had gifted her at the start of the tour.

Hearing a knock at her bedroom door Delia is instantly snapped from her thoughts. Surely it's not Shevy, they must have left by now right?

"Andy." Delia is shocked to say the least; never did she expect the selfish lead singer to be at the other side of the door.

"Hey Delia." He smiles awkwardly.

"Hey." Delia replies although it sounds more like a question.

"I um, I'm sorry about this past week. Things have been a bit weird haven't they?" He starts rocking backwards and forwards on his heels.

"Weird? You're the one who's been ignoring me!" Delia snaps slightly, she was in no mood for his confusing moods right now.

"Look Delia, I'm trying to apologise here, can you not make this hard for me?" Andy growls back slightly; as much as Delia found the guy attractive his moods really got to her. Would she lose her job if she was to swing one at him? Maybe it would knock some sense into him.

"Look Andy, whatever you have to say can it wait? I'm really not in the mood for this right now." Delia sighs; she had to be the bigger person and be civil, god knows it was rare for Andy to be the civil one.

"No it can't wait Delia." Andy remains firm but there's something that sounds vulnerable in his voice at the same time. "Look, I know I can be difficult to deal with okay? I get it. You, on the other hand, you are one of the most infuriating, most stubborn women I have ever met."

"This doesn't sound like you apologising." Delia cuts him off whilst losing her patience.

"Can you just let me finish?" Andy sighs taking a step closer to Delia and so he's inside her room. "Despite this though, I can't stop thinking about you and that is what truly confuses me."

"What?" Delia was shocked to say the least. Surely Shevy wasn't right about him?

"What the fuck have you done to me Delia Vincent?" Andy whispers slightly before shutting the door behind him and slamming his lips onto Delia's. 

None of this was in Delia's plan. None of this seemed right logically, so why did it feel right to her? Delia shouldn't be kissing this asshole back, so why was she? 

"If you want me to stop tell me now." Andy breaks the kiss slightly.

"I don't want you to stop Andy." Delia mutters back before she feels his lips on hers again; this time she doesn't hesitate to kiss him back and soon she feels him leading them both towards Delia's bed.

"Are you sure you're okay with this Delia? You know there's no going back after this?" Andy asks as soon as their bodies hit the double bed in Delia's hotel room.

"have you got a condom?" Delia asks to which Andy nods "Then I'm sure, I'm okay."

That was all it took for Andy to connect their lips together once more.

Yes Delia had her silly little relationships in the past and little flings but believe it or not she still sometimes felt awkward around guys. All these years her career has been more important to her than boys, whilst her friends were settling down with a family and a stable job, she was prepared to take the risk of instability to do what she loved. 

So why was she doing this? Why was it with Andy of all people? Maybe the saying is true, what happens on tour stays on tour.

#andy biersack #andy black #andy bvb #cc bvb #jake bvb #jake pitts #jinxx bvb #lonny bvb #lonny eagleton #black veil brides #bvb #black veil brides fanfic #bvb fanfic

[randowriters]

In Sight

D&F: Here is the second out of the three fics! Hope you all enjoy it!

DJ calmly hums as he chills on his stage. He had finished a party earlier, letting him enjoy a nice break. Freddy should be going on stage right now, the disc jockey even sent an encouraging message to the glamrock bear. It’s always a shame though, that the music man couldn’t be there to watch the glamrocks perform. The thought of being able to show support while listening to his dear bear’s voice made his lip twitch.

A silent sigh escapes the animatronic giant, his size truly makes simple things a hassle sometimes. Even if the robotic spider could leave Fazcade, he is sure that an oversize animatronic like himself will attract a lot of attention away from the glamrocks regardless.

Still…

DJ opens his eyes. He would have love to experience the sight. Chica and Monty ripping their guitars, Roxy weaving the notes from her keytar, and Freddy…whose movements and voice that shapes a stage into a magical scene that dazzles all that witness it. A small, sad smile emerge from the spider animatronic as his gaze wanders to the wall in front of him.

If only there was a flat screen for the music man to see the show…

“DJ!” The disc jockey turns around and spots the familiar S.T.A.F.F. Bot. He grins, “Hey, Map bot! You’re on break too?” The animatronic spider pauses when he realizes the bot wheeling in something onto the dance floor. Isn’t that the television set from the storage room? His eyes squint as he tilts his head. Odd, she usually doesn’t suggest movie time during work hours. “Uh…” DJ begins to ask, but is stopped by the raise of her finger. Confused, the music man continue to watch the animatronic worker in silence.

Pulling out a cord from her head, Map bot plugs it to the back of the tv. She then presses a button. As the screen turns on, they are greeted to the visual of the atrium. A full house of people cheering and roaring as four figures appear on the big stage. “Hello everybodyyy~!” exclaims a voice from the screen. The giant animatronic’s eyes widen.

“Fr…Freddy?”

The image zooms in close enough to show the glamrock leader’s signature smile as he waves to the audience. “Thank you all so much for being here!” He greeted. DJ couldn’t believe it, he leans in.

“Is that-?!”

This…this is the glamrocks performance! LIVE! One the television screen! HOW?! “HE REQUESTED TO HAVE IT BRODCAST TO YOU.” said Map bot. Wait…so Freddy got the S.T.A.F.F. Bots to work together for the disc jockey to see? “Before we begin,” The orange glamrock’s face softens. They way the robotic bear stares ahead, it feels as if he is looking right at the music man.

“I just want to dedicate this song to a very special person!”

The excitement dies down as he begins. The first notes glide from his lips and onto the crowd. It's soft tone guiding the those that listen to a untold journey. From the skies, through the stars, and into the vast unknown. As the intonation grows stronger, the sounds of instruments starts to play. Chica, Monty, and Roxy all play in rhythm of the wonderful ballad.

DJ covers his mouth his hand. He knows that song! HE sung it personally to Freddy weeks ago! Now here is the glamrock leader; his band playing it in front of an audience with lyrics to match! The animatronic giant couldn't help but deeply blush. “…Freddy, you sly bear.” He uttered with a grin.

As the music ends, the crowd loudly applause. “Happy Birthday, Ryan!” exclaims the glamrock bear. The robotic spider watches him wave happily in the direction of the cheering audience, knowing who the gesture is really for.

“Now let’s ROCK!!”

DJ witness the band bring the atrium to life with their song and dance, grinning from audio to audio.

Freddy truly is a superstar on stage.

#FNAF: SB #DJ X Freddy #DJMM x Glamrock Freddy #DJ Music Man #Glamrock Freddy #spacetunes #fanfiction

[multifandoms27-blog]

Same Fma anon as yesterday!! Thank you so much for the hcs! They were lovely, I like them so much :D I was so surprised by how quick you write, too. It's amazing!!

Since I'm a sucker for Ling and there's not nearly enough content about him, allow me to request another fluff hcs (I have so many ideas haha) but perhaps about a theater kid reader (gender neutral) who's stressed before the play? Thank you again for your work ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧

HIII NO PROBLEM!! YES YES OF COURSE!!! I LOVE LING, YOUR ASKS GIVE ME LIFE <333 and akhdjj THANK YOUUU!! Do I really write fast-?

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Content: Gender neutral theatre kid reader! :DD

Warnings: Mentions of past violence (not towards reader)

Notes: I finished high school on Friday, but the weekend before that my old high school did a play and all my theatre friends were losing their minds over it. I was never a theatre kid, but a part of me always kinda wanted to do it in high school. Instead, I was the writing, drawing, weeb kid lol

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LINGGGGGG MY BELOVED <333

Ling is a pretty eccentric person, I wouldn't be surprised if modern day Ling would be a theatre kid tbh (the whole cast of fma would be, don't deny it)

AYO MODERN DAY LING HCS NEXT???? sorry, I'm getting off track

You'd be backstage, trying to get your makeup and everything together, the friends you had that stayed backstage also trying to help

The buildup to opening night was so stressful.

Tech week had been awful, a few sets even broke mid-week, because two guys started a fight over a fucking color

Those sets had to be pushed to the side so everyone could finish the rest, get props ready, costumes, etc. and were finally hurriedly fixed at the end of the week

Multiple cast members harshly critiqued others on their acting skills or commented on some costumes and props, no matter how accurate they were to (the original media/the scriptwriters' initial vision)

You knew the shows break time would be the worst, you just hoped cast members wouldn't get into any fights

Your phone pinged, and immediately you grabbed it. It was Ling, your boyfriend

"Hey, I'm here! Where r u?" - the message reads

"Backstage" - your message reads

Almost immediately, the door gets kicked down, and there stands your boyfriend with a goofy grin

"Hi hon! Oh, you look stressed." Ling falters a bit, then gently grabs your arms and stands close to you. "Are you alright? Should I have brought more (favorite treat)?"

Ling had noticed before opening night how stressed you had been

So, being the amazing boyfriend he is, he was by your side whenever he could

He was cuddling you, giving you your favorite sweets, watching whatever shows you wanted to watch, giving you so much affection leading up to opening night; Ling was your saving grace

"No, no, it's fine. I'm really just nervous about the break."

"Oh," He draws out. "Okay. Well, if you want me back here then, I can do that."

"I don't think you're allowed." You giggle.

"I have my ways, hon." Ling embraces you, giving you a kiss.

Your friend going on stage with you knocked on the door and walked in. "Oh! (Y/n), sorry. Just came in here to say we're going on in five."

"Okay, thank you (friend name)."

They gave you a thumbs up and left. You turned back to Ling.

"You should head to your seat."

"I got front row, so you better blow a kiss or two at me." Ling teased, kissing you again and squeezing you in his embrace.

You laughed. "I expect nothing less, my lovely prince."

You both share one last kiss before Ling reluctantly pulls away. "I'll be back here at half time."

You laughed and nodded, waving him off. "I'll see you in the crowd."

"I wont blink for a second."

"...Ling, you keep your eyes closed."

At that, Ling opened his eyes. "I'll just have to keep 'em open, yeah?"

He then stuck his tongue out at you, making you giggle again. He then moved to the door.

"I love you, and your lovely laugh. I will see you at half time."

Ling then blows you a kiss before leaving, making you giggle again.

"Yeah...with you, I just might." You'd whisper, before adding on any finishing touches before joining everybody behind the curtain.

#ling yao x reader #ling yao fma #ling yao #fma #fmab #fmab ling yao