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odetojeons · 3 years

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ok ok ok but what kinks do you think mingyu has 👀👀

okay so i’m gonna start answering the requests now like i didn’t disapear for one month :’) and omg i’m excited. I already said this before, I think mingyu is more of a sub than anything, but there are times. there are TIMES. when he doms it’s not too kinky, it’s more like carnal and (very fucking) rough sex in which he gets too impatient to be a good boy and grabs you by the hips, takes what he wants and just completely destroys you,, ANYWAYS, you can read more of my thoughts here. Y’all better sit down and buckle up cuz I have A LOT to say about this man (especially with how fucking much I miss him).

Praise Kink — I HAD to start with this one. I think you can all agree with me how much Mingyu loves being praised. There is actually a video of him getting red all over and whining because he got too happy when he was praised by the other members and IT’S JUST SO CUTE. Mingyu would downright meowl every time you told him how much of a good boy he is and how he’s perfect, so pretty just for me. But I also think he would love to praise you too, wants you to know you’re everything he’ll ever need.

Pet names — Idk if this is considered a kink, but please, he gives me such vibes of being into the pet names puppy or pup. We all know he’s considered the puppy of Seventeen, so I think it suits him and his personality a lot, especially because I think he would be so horny and desperate when it comes to sex. Calling him baby boy, angel, sweetheart, he would love it so much. Although he would love to call you by cute names too, and I think his favorites would be princess, prince and my baby.

Degradation — HEAR ME OUT, I absolutely think he would love being degraded. I just,, I can’t even begin to explain how much I think he would enjoy that. Mingyu is just so dirty, he would go all red when you tell him how he’s the filthiest little slut or are you that desperate for me you can’t even stay still? while he humps his cock on the pillow, too needy to wait for your touches. He could even cum just from such kind of words, in all honesty I think this is one of his major kinks ever, not just the verbal aspect of it but also the physical part too.

Begging — Oh, yes. YES. Mingyu is all about begging. No matter how many times I think about it, I can absolutely hear his throaty and whiny voice saying please, please, please, let me cum, I have been so good, and he sometimes doesn’t even have to have a purpose or an incentive to do it, he just mumbles it without thinking like it’s the only word he remembers. It would come with the fact that he’s too horny for his own good, seriously, y’all don’t understand how much horny energy I feel this man exhuding.

Exhibitionism — We been knew how much he likes being watched. He may be shy about it, but I guess it can be related with his love for compliments. Although Mingyu would not only like people watching him, but also you as well. The way you move your body on top of him as you ride his dick, or the way he would put a hand on your lower back and make you arch impossibly more just so he could drill into you harder; the contrary of how he would cry and beg later when you edge him and tell him how much of a needy slut he is, being this desperate just because people are watching. ALSO ummm,, I try hard not to talk about other members here but, can I just say that I think him and Wonwoo are so much into watch each other fuck people. God, I even wrote like 18K words of porn of this particular thought. You can read it here.

Breeding Kink — Does this even need explanation? Mingyu would feel an almost animalistic need of putting as much cum inside you as he can. This would do as much as make him feral about it, when he has a stressing day or just because he wants to see his seed dripping out of your hole; no matter what compells him, it would get him aroused to the point where he wouldn’t even be able to wait until both of you get to the room, would rip and thorn both of your clothes off, put you on your knees and make you suck him off until he cums all over your face, just so he could fuck you against the wall afterwards. Which brings me to the next kink:

Strength/Size Kink — Well, is it possible to have a strength and size kink with yourself? Because he does. Mingyu would love to manhandle you around the place, fuck you against every surface of the house, especially if he gets to hold you up as your back is pressed somewhere. Not only that, but I also think it would be due to the movement of his hips. Or better yet; what comes after it. The way your ass and the back of your thighs would get red with how hard he’s thrusting into you, won’t be satisfied until you’re drooling because of his cock and simping for his muscles, bulging over the effort of fucking you. And I just know, I KNOW he would have a dirty mouth about it, would make questions like yeah? You like how strong I am? All this time on the gym gotta pay for something or falling appart on my big cock like you were made to, hm?. Fuck why am I like this. I LITERALLY BRING PAIN TO MYSELF.

Bondage — I think I’m writing too much so I hope y’all keep up with my horny ass, because I can’t stop until I say everything I want to say about him,, so, about this, Mingyu would love to tie someone up as much as he would love to be tied up... Okay, maybe I think he would love to be tied up more than tying someone up, if I’m being completely honest. He just gives this kind of vibes, maybe even as punishment for misbehaving, since he would sometimes be too desperate to wait like a good boy, and he knows you end up letting him take what he wants just because you would tie him up later and make him “regret” (the little shit would never regret anything, and neither would you).

Overstimulation/Edging — Oh, fucking definitely. I have this very vivid image of Mingyu sitting on a chair, hands tied up behind the chair back, legs spread and completely falling appart as you jerk him off. Flick your wrist faster and faster, just to get him on the edge and let go when he’s just there. Then, make that again and again and again, until he’s crying and begging for you to let him cum, and when you finally do, you only keep going, grip unforgiving. Watching his labbored breath of relief turn into little meowls, hips jerking away or closer, none of you are quite sure, but he wants it, saying don’t stop more like a moan than actual intelligible word.

Pegging/Anal Sex — Mingyu would be so shy about it at first. He would come to you, mumbling words you struggle to understand and cheeks burning red, until he manages to get out he wants you to fuck him. But oh lord, when he tries it out he would go absolutely insane. I really think he would be into it, into you rocking your hips and nudging your cock (plastic or not) against his prostate. Just imagine him with a dark blush all the way down to his chest, little whines and meowls that sounds too high and sweet for his own ears, body writhin all over the bed and fists clenching the mattress as his back arches. So damn cute and hot at the same time :( he just wants to be taken care of sometimes, being able to just lay down and have someone fucking him to oblivion.

Power Play — More like fighting for power to be honest. He really enjoys subbing, but when he does it he wants you to put him on his place, because Mingyu is irrevocably and completely a brat. He would tease you to the point where it drives you insane, just so you could snap at him and take what you want, as much as he loves when you do the same to him.

Spanking — Hmmm Mingyu and spanking. And he would do it hard. Full on open fingers going down on your ass until he leaves his handprint. To be honest, I totally think he’s the kind of boyfriend who would be possessive, wants his marks all over you neck and body, however, oh however, I also think he really really reeeeeally love when you do it to him. Everything, from the crescent shaped marks on his back, to the bite on his shoulder you accidentaly gave him when he was fucking you on missionary position, to the mark of your fingers on his cheek when you slap him for being a brat. Okay I kind of lost myself in the kink but yes. Mingyu and spanking.

Double Penetration — HOLY SHIT please tell me you agree with me. Like, fuck, there’s this evil side of him who wants to see you being speared open in more than one cock, wants to see you fucked into another dimension and reduced to an incoherent drooling mess, and it’s just so dirty of him, usually possessive and guarded, to let someone else get their hands on you just so he could watch you fall apart with two cocks. Or even him alone with a dildo, what it matters is to have two things inside you absolutely wrecking you. Or him. Oh shit why did I have to say that cuz now the image of him being double penetrated won’t ever leave my mind IT IS BURNED BEHIND MY EYELIDS FOREVER. Bye.

Choking — You damn right I think about his hands on my neck all the time. They look so big, and I’m sure it’s also something of his size kink, seeing his huge hands wrapped around your throat would make something ugly, something hot burn in the pit of his stomach. You doing it to him too, especially when he’s tied up, only being able to take what you’re willing to give him.

and that’s that! sorry (?) for writting too much, this always happens when I stay too much time without writting any filth,,, last time that happened, I speant two years without any smut so then I wrote 18K words of porn in two days (no, I didn’t sleep) AND I DON’T EVEN REMEMBER WRITTING HALF OF IT??? and the time before that, I simply wrote 12K words. what is wrong with me. anyways!! hope you liked it, tell me what you think and your opinions too!!

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kweebtrash · 4 years

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Smut Prompt 1

JohnnyxReader

Warnings: possessiveness, jealousy, anger, aggressive nature

Words: 4.3k+

Features: Badboy/tattooed/hardcore dom Johnny, choking, rough fingering, finger sucking, rough roadhead, forceful hair grabbing/pulling, knife play, deep thrusting and gut scrambling, getting pounded into the mattress, unprotected sex, creampie, whiny/needy/subby reader,

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1. “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

I watched my boyfriend cackle like a hyena as he pulled the cigarette from his lips. He was talking to one of his idiot friends, someone who annoyed me because he always reeked of weed, and not paying attention to me. That was his first mistake.

The second mistake was not letting me fuck him before we came over to this dumb party which was really a bunch of dealers and their next trick scattered about a dingy motel room. There was at least free booze but it was barely quelling my appetite for Johnny. The summer air made the room thick and foggy, the air conditioner struggling to keep it cool with all the bodies within the cramped space. He had taken his patched and studded vest off and gave it to me to hold onto to then removed his shirt. That was when we first got here and now I had to stare at the way his tattoos snaked around his biceps and covered his chest, the ink seeming like it was shifting every time he rose his arm to press the cigarette to his lips.

The shirt had been tucked into the back of his light gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. The waistband of his underwear was a strip above and barely succeeded at keeping Johnny's dick print sheathed. It was so prominent; those sweatpants left nothing to the imagination which made me even grumpier. I had no idea why I had been so horny all day but it was time after time of denial. He would shove me away and tell me to quit bothering him or to get off him. He could be an asshole most of the time there there were pockets were his sweet side came out. That was why I stayed with him. Not to mention I had never had a man fuck me as good as he did.

But here I was, still horny, still bored, and still wanting to leave. I sipped at the beer that was handed to me by some blonde and continued to glare at his toned torso. I was jealous of every drop of sweat that glided down the column of his neck, dipping ever so slightly in his collarbone. How could I be jealous of that? Why was he driving me insane? I called out to him over the music and he glanced over at me for a millisecond before continuing his conversation. It was then I wondered if I had upset him or something. Perhaps he was just being fucking moody but I was tired of this entire scene. One thing I learned that never failed to get his attention was when other men, or women, tried to flirt with me-or better yet when they touched me.

He wasn't possessive in the sense that he was controlling and wouldn't let me do anything but rather in a primal way. As soon as he saw someone trying to vie for my attention he was snarling fury and ready to mark me. I loved that side of him and it made my body heat up with such tension that I had to press my thighs together and try not to cum right then. But now I had to set my plan into action and the tool that was stoned out of his mind beside me was the perfect play thing.

I lowered the neckline of my midriff tank top to show off more of my chest, leaning into the guy with the guise of chatting about beer, and pretended I was interested in whatever drugs he sold. I made sure my skirt rode up my thighs but still covered my ass-didnt want to give everything away. He was already staring at my tits while I talked, a good sign that he would get bold enough to perhaps stroke my thigh or even twirl a finger around my hair. I had been wearing Johnny's vest since he gave it to me but I tossed it off to show that I was "single".

When the clank of safety pins and buttons hit the floor, Johnny's eyes darted to me again, except this time they stayed longer. I pretended not to notice and leaned into my puppet more. He dared to caress my thigh and even grabbed my ass a little, which I hated. I didn't want him to go that far but as long as it didn't get to a point where I would have to kill him I would continue to play it cool. I made sure to cast a glance at Johnny and I was satisfied that his eyes seemed to have turned pitch black with the intent to hunt. The air trickled with anger that only I could feel. I added fuel to the fire by pretending that I was clumsy enough to spill beer on my chest, making a fuss over the mess. I then asked if the guy could get me a towel or something to wipe myself off with though he continued to make not so sly comments about wanting to lick it off me. After denying and shoving him away, he finally left in search of a towel from the bathroom. In that moment of peace my whirlwind storm grabbed onto my arm and hauled me onto my feet.

"What do you think you're doing?" Johnny growled.

"I'm drinking!" I squirmed in his grasp as more beer spilled on my arm from being yanked up so quickly.

"Mhm," he mocked. "What the fuck you doing all over that guy, huh?"

"I'm not all over him! We were just talking!" I pulled away from him and adjusted myself. "Don't be such a dick."

He didn't say anything more but he grabbed his vest from the floor and shoved me forward. I protested as he made me leave my drink and forced me out of the motel room and towards the parking lot. "Will you stop pushing me?!"

I was up against the warm metal of his car in a mere moment. He tossed his vest onto the hood and trapped me between him and the door. "You think you're so fucking slick, huh? You think I don't know what you're doing?"

"How could you know when you've been ignoring me all day?" I shot back.

He ran his tongue across his teeth and scoffed. "That's what this is about? You being a whiny little brat?!"

"I'm not a brat!" I stomped my foot to accentuate the word. "Is it a crime to want some fucking attention from my boyfriend?! If you don't want to give it to me then I'll just find it from somewhere else." I tried to move away but it was no use. His fingers dug into my arm, making me wince. Johnny pressed his lips to my ear as the other hand cupped between my thighs firmly.

"Yeah? Where else you gonna find someone that fucks you as good as I do? No one and I mean no one will ever make you scream, moan, or squirt like me. You want some pathetic fuck inside you? Is that it?"

I whimpered and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I want you."

"I know you do. Because you're mine. Mine."

"I don't feel like I am." I nuzzled my face into his neck and hid my puppy dog stare. He laughed against the bare skin of my shoulder as he shoved the center of my panties aside and moved two thick fingers into me. I gasped loudly and felt my thighs quiver. I couldn't get a hold of myself and was left clutching at his shoulders. The desperate need that I had following me all day made it so that his fingers were coated in my cum in just one push. He wasn't gentle at all. In fact, he was thrusting so hard into me that I felt like I would collapse at any moment. The shadows of the night kept us hidden but my sounds would surely give us away. It was hard not to scream when that dull and painful ache was starting to get fulfilled at last. "J-johnny!" I panted through a string of curses.

He cuffed the back of my neck and forced me to look at him. "Already whining for me?" He smirked.

I nodded helplessly as I couldn't get another sound out. The only thing I could think to do was grab at him through the sweatpants, wishing I could claw through the fabric. He pulled his fingers free from me suddenly. "Touch me and I'll stop."

"i-i want it. Please. I want you. Please. Please." I begged pathetically.

"What did I say?" He held his fingers away, showing off how my cum glistened in the sliver of pale yellow street lighting above us.

I bit into my bottom lip and whined. "Ok! Ok! I won't touch you. Just please keep going?" I stood on my tiptoes and placed kisses along his jaw to try and entice him. "I'll do whatever you want." I panted. "Anything."

"I know you will because whatever I say goes. You want me to fuck you in this parking lot, don't you?"

I nodded quickly and reached under my skirt in preparation to pull my panties down. Johnny shoved his leg between mine, the muscle of his thigh pressing against my center and leaving a hint of a wet spot on his sweatpants. “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

He pried at my mouth with his wet fingers and shoved them past my teeth to smear my own taste on my tongue. I sucked deeply and hungrily, wondering when he would stop torturing me. Tears prickled along the inner corner of my eyes as he pressed down onto the back on my tongue, forcing me to fight against my gag reflex. I gripped his wrist as I squirmed, knowing that he wouldn't pull away until he thought I was close to puking. He was all devilish laughter as he watched me surrender to his every whim. Only when I was a breathless and a teary eyed mess did he move away completely.

I coughed loudly and dragged my thumb knuckle beneath my waterline to try and keep the tears from messing up my makeup. He wouldn't want to see it ruined just yet. I sniffled and looked up at him, unsure of what he was going to do next. That bit of fear made my spine shiver but he simply unlocked and opened the passenger door and commanded me to get inside. I stepped into his car and made myself as small as possible while he walked over to the driver's seat. Once inside he tossed his vest at my lap before starting the ignition and hitting reverse hard.

I was jerked back in my seat and almost tossed against the door when he sprinted out of the parking lot and towards his apartment. "Get a cig for me."

I fumbled to quickly get the mostly empty carton from the breast pocket of his vest and pulled one out. Using the car lighter, I pushed the button in, waited for it to pop out, and set the cigarette between my lips.The now heated metal ignited the tobacco and filled the air with smoke. I handed it over to him and watched as he kept it pursed tightly in his mouth before making a harsh turn. Wind crashed through the open windows, providing much appreciated gusts of night air. It was way better than the air conditioner and eased the discomfort of my warm sticky skin.

Johnny was back to ignoring me, at least I thought so until he snapped his fingers. I barely had a chance to look over at him before I found my head between his stomach and the steering wheel, the bulge in his pants brushing against the tip of my nose. Though I still wanted my own relief, I wasn't opposed to sucking him off. In fact, I knew that once I blew him he would do whatever I wanted. He always said that I was the best head he'd ever had. My gag reflex may not be that great but I always made damn sure he felt like I was going to suck the soul right out of him.

From what I remembered from the drive over to the motel we still had a few minutes until we got back to his place. Just enough time to get him riled up enough so by the time we crossed the threshold into the apartment, I'd be filed and fucked to my heart's content. Just the thought of that made me smile as I kissed his lower stomach and followed his happy trail to the top of his pants. I wedged both his underwear and sweatpants down just enough for him to pop out. He was halfway there and I wondered if my desperation was the cause of his sudden growth. I nuzzled the base of his cock and giggled at the way it seemed to react to the cute touches. "Get to work." He grumbled as he shifted in his seat. A light twinge was at the corner of his lips and I could tell he was trying not to laugh. I was dragging my nails lightly up and down the toned dips in his stomach and though he hated to admit it he was awfully ticklish.

I wiggled my hips as I tried to get as comfortable as possible while being bent over the center console. The storage box was digging into my rib cage but with his big body and barely enough room in his shitty car I was stuck in a half twisted position with his girth now heavy in my mouth. I moaned around him and sucked deeply while I could still fit him in my mouth. Once he was fully erect my throat didn't stand a chance. He was still calm as he drove, humming along to whatever tune was playing on the radio. I held onto his strong thigh to brace myself against the wheels running over uneven pavement. I didn't need to hit my head on anything in the middle of swallowing him.

As he began to stiffen I bobbed my head along his length, swallowing around his head to tease the sensitivity. Johnny shifted his hips and cleared his throat, still trying to keep his cool. I pulled off from his shaft to stroke it while my tongue traced intricate patterns against his slit. The slight tang of the initial drop of precum hit my taste buds and I hummed in appreciation. I was never one to be interested in anything surrounding male cum but Johnny showed me every goddamn perfect thing about it. When it slid down my throat or filled me as deep as Johnny could go my body would go insane. It was another way of marking me, of preventing anyone else from having the satisfaction, and creating an unspoken intimacy between us.

I looked up as I pressed him back against my tongue, getting a little more than half of him down now that he was eagerly wanting more. His bottom lip was pulled taut beneath his teeth but when our eyes met briefly the bite of his lip turned into a scowl. He grabbed a rough handful of my hair and shoved me all the way down to the base of his cock, burning my throat as he prodded at the back of it. I dug my nails into his thigh and flailed restlessly, trying to get him to release me so I could breath. But he didn't stop.

The slow bobs I was performing before was nothing like the brutal way he slammed my head up and down his length. Each time I felt the stab against my esophagus I would squeeze my eyes shut and try to focus on breathing through my nose. My hand was trembling as it gripped his sweatpants in a tight fist. He pressed me down again, holding me there for a small chunk of time, until I tapped out in a last ditch effort to breathe properly. He yanked my head back by my hair and I gulped in air quickly and in between coughs.

"Clean your mouth and stop being messy." He said as he flicked ashes out the window.

I winced and wiped my chin of saliva that had unfortunately accumulated from the deep suction. I swallowed hard and nudged my face into his neck while I fisted the head of his cock. "I love you." I mewled against his jugular.

“Mhm.” He answered simply. It was always ‘mhm’, ‘same’, ‘me too’. Never the words exactly. There were times where i hopelessly contemplated if he actually loved me or not. After all we were just two poor kids living in a dilapidated apartment on the wrong side of town. Hell, we even met running from the cops after we were at the wrong place at the wrong time for a drug bust gone awry. Maybe it was the adrenaline from running away but somehow i ended up in his bed that same night. Now a few months later i was head over heels for him and he was an enigma.

To continue to his cold feelings he returned to grabbing my hair and pushing me down to swallow his cock once more. It was the same repetition of painful yet thrilling chokes and gasps of air. This time i was able to work my tongue over him more and focus on flexing my throat. I felt him turn the car and slow down once i pulled up to secure another breath and lap at his shaft. We were at the apartment already and i wondered what was next for me. He cut the engine and yanked me upwards by my neck before crashing a feral kiss against me. I clutched onto his bicep, digging my nails into the black ink that doused his firm muscle. His big tongue warmed my mouth and sent my head into a foggy submissiveness. His hand came to cup around my throat, adding pressure to each side and the center. My lungs clenched in response as did the quivering between my thighs. Just when i opened my legs to try and see if he would receive my invitation for more brutal fingering he pulled away and set himself back in his pants as best he could. “Get your ass upstairs.”

I nodded and quickly got out the car, running as fast as possible to the inside of our apartment building. I fumbled to get the door open which gave johnny enough time to catch up. Before i knew it my back hit the uncomfortable and old mattress and my skirt was being ripped off me. Johnny climbed on top of me, a smirk on his face as he watched me reach out to him. His gaze casted to the side to a discarded pair of jeans he had left on the floor. A studded belt lay in its loops but soon resided in his hands. He pinned my wrists above my head and secured the belt around them, pulling it taught. I angled my hips towards him, waiting for his next move. “Touch me, you asshole!” I was becoming more and more impatient for my release to the point where my body ached,

“Shut your mouth.” The rest of the length of the belt was wrapped and tied around the non-functioning radiator near the mattress. He reached back into the pocket of the jeans and pulled out his favorite switchblade. With a simple flick, the blade was released and glistened with hidden desire. The tip of the blade started at my inner thighs, just barely scraping against my skin as I writhed. My heart hiccuped in my chest as the nerves hit. I felt like he would never cut me but a small part of me was curious as to how it would increase my lust for him. He continued to drag the blade over the seat of my panties. “Don’t move.”

I froze in place immediately and swallowed hard. “What are you doing?” I asked faintly.

One hand pulled the fabric of my panties taut in his fist while the other sliced the blade through it. He ripped the rest away and hurriedly pressed open mouth kisses and bites along my stomach and above my clit. The blade still teased along the edge of my torso where it continued to repeat the cutting of my tank top so my chest lay bare for him. He plunged the blade into the mattress beside my head with a snicker and sunk his teeth into my chest. I moaned deeply and arched into his love bite as my legs fell to the wayside, accepting him right between them. “You know i love teasing you until you’re so fucking desperate for me.” He pressed the words into my skin.

“You’re so fucking terrible! I hate you!”

“Sure you do. You wanna play your little games, this is what you get now.” He kicked off his sneakers and discarded his sweatpants before wrapping my legs around his waist. The anticipation of his cock pressing into my entrance that festered all day finally ceased to exist. In one swift thrust he was buried inside me, the pain shooting straight throughout my nerves. I screamed and struggled against the belted restraint as he delivered thrust after thrust. I had never felt so alive in that moment and the slickness between us reminded me of how much his body delighted every sense I had. He growled in between bites to my lips, my neck, my chest, anywhere he wanted to mark me and show the world that I belonged to him.

“M-make me c-c-cum.” My voice trembled. “God, Johnny, make me fucking cum!”

“You’ll cum when I say you can, understand me?” He growled. He choked me then until I felt that fogginess again. I looked up at the dark filled voids his eyes had become, dilated with the adrenaline of controlling every aspect of our fuck. “Lift your legs.” He panted as his hips slammed into the back of my thighs. I raised my knees to my chest, my toes dancing across his shoulders and deepening the pressure in my gut. The hand on my neck switched to two and my eyes rolled back into their sockets. I couldn't say anything. The only thing I could do was watch visions dancing in my brain that were only of me and him. My legs flailed from the strength of his body devouring me. I clenched tightly around him, surrounding his cock like a vice. “Why are you so goddamn tight for me?” He huffed. The strength of the choking lessened and he held the sides of my face instead. “Look at me.”

I blinked through the swirl of colors that swirled behind my eyelids and focused on him. His hair was sticking to his face, dampened with sweat. I felt like I almost imagined a smile across his lips before he kissed me. It wasn't as hard as before but rather sensual and burning with passion for me. My cheeks flushed instantly and i could feel him descending into a slow stop. “B-baby…” I wanted to hold onto him and show him how much I loved him but he didn’t grant me that right. With his body away from me now I gaped around nothingness, feeling my own cum drip onto the sheetless mattress. He grabbed onto my hips without another word and twisted me around so I lay on my stomach. The belt dug into my wrists more and I could already feel them forming marks. I hissed and curled my fingers to focus the circulation to my hands so they wouldn’t feel so numb.

As i suffered under bondage, Johnny raised my hips and took his rightful pace back inside me. His stamina was just as strong and wild, plowing me into unforgiving ecstasy as he shoved my head into the mattress. I bucked against him, howling and whining at each movement. I almost didn’t feel him press his chest to my back or his fingers digging into me. The overstretching ached my small abused hole but the pads of his fingertips nudged as various spots in conjunction with his cock that had me gasping on the verge of an orgasm. The hand keeping pressure on my head moved to fumble through the intricate twists of the belt he created and finally released my hands. His lips were by my ear, a deep chuckle tickling the warm skin of the cartilage. “Now.”

The single syllable was permission to force my hands between me and the mattress to join him in pleasuring myself. I concentrated eager rubs and circles into my clit as i rocked back against him. More and more my legs tensed, my knees dug into the mattress, and my toes curled back. I heard Johnny gasp deeply, strangled yet so goddamn sensual that i followed suit. His cum splashed inside me, pushing back out since i was stuffed with his shaft still. I crumbled when the heat hit, my body shuddering completely as i lost a sense of self. It was as if i was contorting in the exorcism of the devils that tormented me with the hunger for his cock. In a final collapse we left the bed to be stained with cum, sweat, and the echoes of our strained voices.Johnny kissed the back of my neck gently and wrapped his arms around my rib cage. We shifted into a position of spooning as he remained inside me and kept his cum trapped for me to revel in. Fatigue set in almost immediately and it was practically impossible to stay awake. My eyes slipped shut and my breath evened out eventually. We silenced ourselves and just as i was teetering on the edge of sleep I heard it.

“I love you.”

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bapyess1r · 4 years

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Amphetamine

WARNINGS: cursing, age difference, substances used

CHAPTER 6

Talia’s POV

We had come back from the hotel and parked the car at my Godparents. We wouldn’t be needing it for the rest of the day. When we got to Sam’s we knocked on the door, only to be greeted by Marcel and his blinding white smile. “Hey Talia! Anais…” he smirked, throwing her a wink. She held up the half pound bag of ice and smiled.

“Hey boo.” she purred. Watching the two of them flirt was cute for a second or two until they started making a series of faces.

“Sup’ Marcel.” I chuckled, shaking my head. I looked around the tidy mess of a living room for Sam but he wasn’t around. I was almost disappointed.

“Sam is loading up the boat and making sure it’s safe to drive. We haven’t used it since his last job.” He told us.

“And he pulls it out for us?” Anna said, feeling flattered as she sat on the red couch.

“Personally, I think it’s to show off for Talia.” He said whispering rather loudly to her.

“I can hear you! I’ll be right back, I’ve gotta change into my swimsuit.” I smirked. I went to the bathroom and sighed as I closed the door behind me. It was going to be a long day of flirting and jokes, all of us drunk again. I took off my shirt and pants, exchanging them for the bright orange bikini that I stored in my bag. When you live in Florida, you kinda learn to keep one with you everywhere you go. You never know who has a pool. As I slid the haulter around my neck the door suddenly opened and I squealed, turning my back to cover my chest. It was Sam.

“First time in my house naked, I kinda expected to be there for it.” He smirked. Without a word, I punch him hard in the chest. “I’m sorry- I’m sorry!” He backed out, closing the door with a chuckle.

My face was flush with embarrassment as I tied the back of my bikini. I pulled my jeans over my legs and stuffed my shirt in my bag, shaking my body to loosen up the tension. “That’s a cute one.” Anna told me, gesturing to my bikini with a drink in hand.

“Day drinking already? We still haven’t eaten!” I said as Marcel shoved a pretty glass filled with screwdriver in my hands.

“Good thing I made you guys sandwiches!” He smiled, passing me a plate complete with some potato chips on the side. My eyes grew big with hunger as I raced to the bar to sit.

“What kinda sandwich?” I asked, sitting my cup down and picking up one of the halves.

“Shredded grilled chicken topped with a bit of potato salad and deviled egg.” He sounded quite proud of his leftover sandwiches.

“Fuuuck….” I groaned as I took a large bite. Everything meshed so well together and it didn’t take me long to clean my plate either. Just as I did, Sam emerged from his bedroom, dressed in a blue Hawaiian shirt covered in bright pink flowers and palm leaves with toucans. He wore a tight pink shirt underneath and some grey swim trunks. He stepped out with his arms out wide for us to admire his clothing of choice and I scrunch my face. I could tell Marcel and Anna felt the same was as they donned my exact expression.

“What?!” Sam shouted. He could tell we weren’t feeling it.

“Imma have to have a talk with you about your fashion choices.” I laughed aloud before sipping my orange juice soaked vodka. The others cackled.

“I’m tellin’ you man, it’s about time to retire those shirts.” Marcel chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye.

“Hawaiian shirts have actually evolved since the 80’s y’know.” Anna added, nodding matter of factly.

“We should go shopping when we get to the boardwalk!” Marcel interjected.

“Shopping?! Nah, man, count me out.” Sam said, shaking his head.

“But-” I started and he winced.

“Ehh…” he said. I stood up and walked over to him pouting.

“Please?” I said with my best puppy dog eyes, running my hand up his arm, my fingertips gently gracing his side. He stared down at me with narrowed eyes and sighed in bitter defeat.

“Just promise me we’re not gonna be there all day…” he whined.

“Obviously. That takes away from the sunshine. Shopping is just a thing we’ll do when we get bored.” I said, playing with one of his fingers. He rolled his eyes and raised his hand to kiss my knuckles briefly.

“Fine.” he said, taking off his shirt and throwing aimlessly into his room before going into his closet and grabbing a white button down. “Alright then, let’s hit the channel, ladies and gents.”

He clapped his hands before placing them on my hips and guiding me towards the door.

I took hold of Sam’s hand as he threw on his sunglasses and led us to his boat. Out of all the boats we had seen on the way down, his definitely wasn’t the greatest. It was small and khaki with wooden accents to it, a roof over the driver and passenger side. The back was long enough to fit us all and that’s all that mattered. “She’s not the prettiest but she’s a fast one. And she steers real easy.” he told us, proudly slapping the side of the boat labeled “The Morgan”. I smiled at how proud he was of his little boat. It made me happy to see him smiling the way he did.

“After you, ladies.” Marcel said, offering a hand to Anna as Sam lifted me up and placed me in the boat. I squealed as my feet left the ground and he hopped in with no problem. Marcel undid the rope that kept us anchored to the docks before joining us. As Sam made his way to the driver's seat, I sat next to Anna to watch him do his thing. He started the boat and the two massive black motors behind us roared suddenly making Anna scream. We all laughed at her startled face and Sam turned the radio up.

“Everybody in?!” He yelled over the music. We all gave various versions of a yes and the boat began to drift away from the docks. We sailed for a little bit under overpasses and through the neighborhood as Marcel made us all more drinks before we reached the big blue ocean. I was living for the sights. It was so surreal. We passed a man on a paddleboard dressed in an office suit, his pants rolled to his knees and his work in his crossbody bag. Sam waved at the guy briefly as we passed him and ran his fingers through his hair as it was blown around. The wind pushed at his clothes, his shirt bellowing in the wind. I shuddered at how good he looked and leaned back onto Anna with an exaggerated crying face.

“He looks so damn good!” I whispered to her, not being able to contain myself. She cheesed at me before yelling out.

“Damn, Sam! You look hot up there!” And Marcel wolf whistled, adding to the mix. I blushed, covering my face a bit as he looked behind him for a moment to lower his sunglasses and wink at us. I could’ve died right there but instead, I reached in the cooler and grabbed him a beer.

As the boat coasted by a gigantic cruise ship, blocking the shade, I walked up to him, his beer cracked and ready for him. He looked down at me above his shades and smirked, taking the drink from me. “Thank you, sweetheart.” he said smoothly. ‘If I died right now, I’d be ok.’ I thought with a pleasant grin. “So… Are we having fun?” he asked me as I sat in the passenger seat, leaning on the bar to enjoy my surroundings. I lifted my glasses to push back my hair and rested my chin in my hand.

“It’s alright, I guess.” I teased and he nudged me in the shoulder with a deep chuckle.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” he smiled. I could see him in my peripheral looking at me repeatedly and eventually I turned my head to meet his eyes. “You know… eventually we’re going to have to talk about the massive jump between when we first met and last night.”

My heart skipped for a moment but I tried my best not to let him see me flustered. “What do you mean?”

“That kiss last night was… amazing. And I can’t stop thinking about it.” he confessed. I gave a wide closed lip grin.

“What- you want another one?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed.” he said with a cheshire grin, sipping his beer. The tension building between us again was insane. I couldn’t help it. I stood on my tiptoes to plant a soft kiss on his plush lips and smiled. He gave a satisfied grunt before gripping the steering wheel. “The reason I said… That I didn’t wanna hurt you is because I’m almost always gone. I’m always chasing something. And when I’m gone, the person I’m with gets lonely and tries to demand me to stay home. Build a family or whatever. But I can’t because…” he paused a moment to gather himself and took a deep sigh. “I like my life as it is right now… I’m never gonna be able to stop…”

“Are you giving me a warning sign?” I raised my brows in surprise.

“If I didn’t, you’d hate me and I can’t have that…” he told me lowly. I put a hand on his bicep and squeezed it tightly.

“You need someone that’ll go with you. Not keep you back.”

“Yeah… I guess so. But my job… it can get very dangerous and I’d hate to lose somebody.” he said solemnly. He was being extremely open with me.

“I think I could handle myself pretty well.” I smirked in response, crossing my arms and legs. I put my shades down and flipped my hair, returning to drinking in my new aquatic surroundings.

“You think so huh…” he mumbled. His face softened as he scratched over his neck tattoo.

“Why’d you tell me all of that?” I asked.

“Well… It’s obvious that we have this…. Attraction to each other. I have a feeling it’s going to grow on both sides,” he said with a sweet smile. “I don’t want you to be lonely, but I can’t stop searching for lost artifacts… I don't wanna start something with you and I can’t be here with you.” I stroked his hair and caressed his cheek. It was time I started to be just as vulnerable with him as he was with me.

“Sam, I have nothing… I have a job yes but it was a result of a failed career. I don’t have a home of my own. I don’t have a boyfriend or a life waiting for me when I leave Florida… I’m a...floater.” I chuckled. “I could easily just hop on a plane and leave with you.” I wrapped my arm around his free hand and rested my forehead on his shoulder. With a swift motion, he wrapped that arm around me and cuddled me close, his eyes never leaving the watery path.

“What am I gonna do with you?” he said with a sigh of relief.

“That’s up to you, bub.” I answered, patting his strong back. A perverse smirk spread across his lips and I smacked his chest.

“Just sayin…” he chuckled.

Author’s Note: I know it’s been a slow burner but this next chapter I swear things are gonna pick up! 🙈 Expect some filth 😭

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imaginedisish · 5 years

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Bizarre Love Triangle, Chapter 1 (Bandersnatch) (Colin Ritman x Reader) (Stefan Butler x Reader)

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A/N: Heyyyy guys!!! Sorry this took so long to get up! I hope you enjoy my FIRST MULTI CHAPTER FIC!!!! It’s based on two anon requests, one regarding Stefan x Colin x Reader, and another about Colin and the reader working for Tuckersoft and falling for each other. To those two anons, I hope this satisfies your requests :) The title is based on the New Order song of the same name, btws... Okay, that’s all! Thanks guys! Enjoy! Get ready for one hell of a bizarre love triangle...

Summary: You and Colin are best friends, and have been for quite some time. One day, he introduces you to Stefan Butler, and you immediately fall for the emerald eyed boy. However, Colin quickly becomes jealous, and drama ensues...

Warnings: Maybe some language, mega canon divergence, jealous!Colin. That’s it for now...(smut will happen later y'all so just be ready for that)

Word Count: 2,224 :)

Sunlight creeps through your curtains, the rays stretching their glowing arms across your bed, brushing against your face. You eyes reluctantly open, and you turn over in your warm bed. You look over to the clock.

7:29 am, it reads.

“Dammit,” you sigh, pushing yourself to sit up. Suddenly, your alarm starts blaring throughout your flat. You groan in annoyance.

I know when to go out, know when to stay in, get things done, David Bowie sings “Modern Love” from the little clock on your nightstand. You can’t help but dance along.

“Never gonna fall for! Modern Love! Walks beside me!” You sing along with the song cheerfully, until you hear a knock at the door. You assume it’s just the neighbors complaining about the noise. You trod over to the front door, and open it hesitantly.

To your surprise, it isn’t the neighbors. A smile stretches across your face.

“Colin!” You wrap your arms around the pretentious blonde boy, and he lets out a small chuckle.

“You’re chipper this morning,” He says, beaming. You giggle as he hands you a cup of coffee. You open the door all the way, and motion for him to come in. He does so, and you shut the door behind him.

David Bowie’s voice still rings throughout the flat as you pull out a chair from your kitchen table. Colin does the same, sitting across from you.

“Thanks for the coffee,” You say, and Colin nods in response. You and Colin were best friends. You had been through grade school with each other, then high school, and even college. You two faced every hardship and challenge life threw at you together. You held his hand when Kitty left him, and when she took Pearl with her. He refused to leave your side when your mother passed away, when it felt like your life was falling apart. You told each other everything, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Now you two worked as game designers at Tuckersoft, an up-and-coming video game studio. Your coworkers had a bad habit of putting Colin on a pedestal, never telling him the truth or their honest opinions on what it was that he created. The other women working in your office were either head over heels in love with him, or incredibly intimidated by him. The men who worked in your office either wanted to be him, or be liked by him.

You, however, made sure to tell him the truth. It was almost your responsibility to deflate his ego every now and again. You weren’t intimidated by his abilities, nor would you ever let how you feel about him get in the way of work. You cared about him too much to allow a game of his to flop, so you always gave him your honest opinion on everything he produced, and he always listened.

“Oh, I forgot something!” Colin says as he reaches into his army green messenger bag. He pulls out a plastic bag. “I picked this up for you.” Colin smiles, passing the plastic bag over to you.

“You didn’t have to do this,” You say, your gaze meeting Colin’s deep blue stare.

“Go on, open it.” Colin beams up at you. You smile back, opening the bag, the plastic crinkling under your touch.

You’re shocked as you pull out a first edition copy of The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, and Transformer by Lou Reed on vinyl. The Bell Jar was one of your favorite novels, since you fell in love with Sylvia Plath in high school, and you had been searching for Transformer for months. Unfortunately, you failed to find it each and every time you and Colin went out to search in the shops. You were amazed to say the least.

“C-colin, h-how…” You trail off, still in awe at Colin’ gift.

“The Lou Reed is first edition too,” Colin says, pointing to the record in your hand. Your jaw drops. “That was a part of the first batch to be pressed.” He adjusts his silver glasses nonchalantly, sitting back in his seat.

“Colin this is incredible. You really shouldn’t have done this. I mean it must have cost you a for-,” Colin cuts you off.

“Don’t worry about cost.” Colin stands up from his seat. “Drinks at the pub after work? I want you to meet a new friend of mine.”

“Yeah, sounds good,” you say, standing up as well. Colin walks over to the front door.

“See you at work,” Colin says, giving you a two finger salute from his forehead with one hand, his other on the door knob. You smile, waving goodbye as he walks out.

The day goes by relatively quickly. Still, you count the hours until you get to leave, looking at the clock every five minutes, expecting an hour to go by each time you take a glance.

Finally, five o’clock hits. You gather your things, and head over to Colin’s cubicle.

You reach his cubicle, but Colin is nowhere to be seen. His things are gone, and his computer is off. You assume he left early, and was most likely already at the pub. You make your way out of Tuckersoft, and onto the streets of South London.

You put your headphones on as you walk down the street, Panic by The Smiths masking the chaotic noise of the city.

After a short walk, you approach the pub. You take your headphones off, and place them in your brown messenger bag as you pull open the door to the pub.

A head of spiky blonde hair immediately catches your eyes across the bar, and you walk over to him.

“There she is! The woman of the hour!” Colin says cheerfully, a beer in his hand. You can’t help but let out a small laugh.

“So who am I meeting, this evening?” You ask, a smile plastered across your face. Colin puts his beer down.

“My friend, Stefan. He works for Tuckersoft now. He’s that kid producing his own game at home,” Colin states matter of factly. You nod your head. “Here he is now! Stefan!” Colin stands up, waving to someone behind you. You turn around.

His eyes glow in the dimly lit pub. It’s almost as if they were carefully crafted with millions of emerald gems. His brown hair his a cute, fluffy mess. His pale, thin, red lips curl into a small smile. He nervously waves, and makes his way towards you and Colin.

“You didn’t say how cute he was, Colin!” You jokingly punching the blonde boy across the shoulder.

“Hey, that hurt! You better watch yourself, (Y/L/N),” Colin says, making the I’m Watching You, gesture with his hands. Stefan finally reaches where you and Colin are. “Hello, whizkid!” Colin pats him on the back.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N), Colin’s friend,” You say, extending a hand out towards Stefan.

“I’m Stefan,” he says, accepting the gesture, taking your hand in his. “Colin has told me a lot about you.”

“Likewise.” You smile at him, hesitantly releasing Stefan’s hand from yours. “So how come I don’t see you around the office?”

“I w-work from home. I prefer working alone,” Stefan says, his eyes still shining brightly.

“I think I’d drive myself insane working at home,” You say back, giggling slightly.

“Music and books tend to keep me sane,” Stefan says, a shy smile slowly spreading across his face.

“What do you listen to? Any favorite authors?” You ask.

“I like Frankie Goes to Hollywood quite a bit, Talking Heads as well. I love Bowie, though. And of course The Beatles, Lou Reed,” He pauses. You can’t help but grin. He likes exactly what you like. “My favorite novel is probably Bandersnatch by Jerome F. Davies. That’s actually what I’m basing by video game off of. It’s a chose your own adventure.”

“That’s amazing! Davies was a genius,” You say back to the fluffy haired boy.

“He really was! Well enough about me, what about you?” He says, his shyness fading away.

You talk about Joy Division, The Cure, The Smiths, Queen, Sylvia Plath, J.D Salinger, Ernest Hemingway, and more. Everything you say, he agrees with. Everything he says, you agree with. You two were really hitting it off.

Colin wasn’t saying much. His lips practically never left his drink. And when they did, it was simply to ask for another.

“I’ll be right back, going to hit the washroom,” Stefan says. You nod, and turn back to Colin.

“Are you alright?” You ask Colin. He turns to face you.

“I’m fine,” He says harshly, turning his head forward again.

“D-do you know if…” You trail off. “If Stefan is single?” You say finally. Colin whips his head back towards you.

“What? Whizkid? No way. You’re not actually into him, are you?” Colin says, anger in his voice. You’re confused as you search Colin’s eyes for some sort of explanation to his rash behavior.

“Why are you acting like this?” You question, annoyed by Colin’s reaction. Colin shakes his head in disapproval.

“He’s single, sure, fine, whatever,” He says, his cheeks becoming extremely red. You don’t understand what the problem is. Colin introduced you to Stefan, so what was the big deal?

“Did I do something?” You ask Colin. You and Colin never fought. He never once treated you like this. You were extremely taken back. You frown, upset. Colin recognizes the sadness in your face.

“No, no. I-I’m sorry,” He says, trailing off. Colin fiddles with his beer, and turns his head back to face the barkeep. “Another, round, mate.”

You see Stefan walking back towards the bar. A few seconds later, he reaches you and Colin, but doesn’t sit down.

“It’s getting late, I think I’m going to head out,” Stefan says apologetically. You hear Colin mumble a finally, from behind you.

“It was great to meet you,” You say, smiling. “But don’t go just yet, I have something to give you.” You grab a napkin from the holder in front of you, and you reach into your messenger bag in search of a pen. You quickly write a set of numbers on the napkin, handing the paper to Stefan once you’re done. “This is my phone number, call me.”

Stefan takes the napkin from your hand, beaming with joy. “Y-yes, t-totally. I-I w-will,” He stutters. Stefan says goodnight, waves, and walks away.

“Y-yes, t-totally. I-I w-will,” Colin mocks as the fluffy haired boy walks out of the pub.

“Colin, come on. I thought he was your friend. Aren’t you two close?” You question curiously.

“Well I’m not the biggest fan of my two closest friends leaving me to be a third wheel,” Colin states, annoyed. There was a certain nervousness in his voice that you hadn’t ever heard before. It was almost as if Colin was lying to you. You knew he wasn’t telling you the complete truth.

“Are you sure that’s it?” You ask, expecting him to say something more.

“Yep. Now can we get out of here?” Colin puts 15 pounds on the bar top, and hops off the stool he was sitting on. “I’ll walk you home.”

The walk home was quiet. Colin usually had something to talk about, but not tonight. After a few minutes, you reach your building.

“Thanks for walking me home, Colin,” You say, smiling slightly. Colin steps forward, wrapping his arms around you.

“Anytime,” Colin says into your neck, sending chills down your spine. This wasn’t like him. Something was up. You pull apart from his embrace.

“Get some sleep, okay?” You say to him. He nods in response. He must’ve just drank too much, You think to yourself.

“Goodnight, (Y/L/N),” Colin says, walking away.

“Goodnight, Ritman,” You shout. You make your way into your building and up to your flat, unlocking the door and stepping inside.

The minute you pass through the doorway, your phone begins to ring. You walk over, picking it up.

Who could be calling so late? You think to yourself.

“Hello?”

“H-hi, (Y/N)?”

“Stefan!” You can’t help but smile.

“I-I h-hope it isn’t t-too l-late,” He stutters nervously.

“No, not at all. What’s up?” You ask, your smile growing wider.

“W-well, I-I was wondering if you,” He pauses. “I-if you w-wanted t-to go on a d-date sometime time?” You eyes light up with excitement.

“Yes!” You practically scream. “I’d love to!”

“Does tomorrow at six work for you?” Stefan asks, no longer stuttering, his nervousness fading away.

“Yes, that’s perfect, more than perfect, even!” Your heart flutters in your chest.

“Great. I’ll pick you up at six tomorrow,” He says, excitement in his voice. You give him your address, and solidify the plans. You say goodnight, and hang up the phone.

Then, your mind lands on Colin. Let’s just hope he doesn’t freak out too much, You think to yourself. How on earth am I supposed to tell him about this?

You try not to think about Colin’s opposition to your newfound relationship as you get yourself ready for bed.

You were going on a date with Stefan tomorrow, and that was all that mattered.

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blumenwrites · 7 years

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Virtues of the Oblivious

pairing: jeanere length:5985 words a03

contains: trans!eren, getting together, friends to lovers, slight sexuality crisis, these boys being idiots, coming out

warnings: alcohol, periods(???)

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Looking back, I can't believe it started with fucking Dance Moms of all things.

So there I was, Saturday night and unlike any other normal student, I was at home, single, and watching shitty T.V. with Eren Yeager. The remote was squashed beneath Eren's fat arse to stop me stealing it and switching over the dribble blaring on screen. My hand crept subtly towards it in hopes of ending my misery but apparently I wasn't as subtle as I hoped because my hand got slapped away. Eren, deciding to ignore my cries of pain, instead put the remote down his sweatpants with a smirk that was far too satisfied for something so childish. I scowled at him, crossing my arms like a bratty child but he took no notice.

“Oh, Jean, by the way, I'm bisexual.”

All those years of studying English were failing me because all of a sudden I couldn't form a single sentence.

“Dude, are you serious? Is Dance Moms really the time for this?” I exasperated, striking my hands towards the tiny telly like I was about to hit it.

“What, do you want me to sit you down after dinner and give you a teary speech? Should I put on Brokeback Mountain instead, would that suit you better? This isn't a big deal to me; I just thought that you should know.”

“Have you told anyone else yet?”

“I've told Mikasa and Armin but that's about it.”

I gulped, gathering the courage to ask him what was prodding my brain.

“So do you have a boyfriend now or what?”

“No. I just got thinking about it a few weeks ago and realized that yeah. I think guys are hot and that I'd be cool with dating one.”

“Oh. O-okay, then.”

“Do you have a problem with it or something?”

“What? No, no, no, no i-it's just...unexpected.”

“Christ, trust you to make it awkward.”

“Well, sorry, it did kinda come out of nowhere!”

“You weren't like this when I said I was trans!”

“Yeah but that's different, it's not-this!”

“Are you a homophobe or something?”

“What? No! My best friend is gay!”

“Oh my god, you're one of those.”

“One of what? What's that supposed to mean?”

“Forget it! Forget I said anything. I'm leaving.”

“Huh? But I didn't even do anything!”

Eren left with a roll of his eyes before stomping off to his room. And that bastard had the remote with him too! I huffed and crossed my arms, silently glowering at Abby Miller. I lasted two minutes before storming towards my own room.

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We didn't talk about the living room incident and I preferred it that way. So what if Eren was into dudes? I didn't know what his problem was; he was the one that had a strop, not me. If he wasn't going to apologize then it's better that he said nothing at all. Like I said, I didn't have an issue with it. That was until we went to Wall Maria's for Armin's birthday.

Wall Maria's was pretty well known around campus for being the best club that wasn't too far away and had pretty good prices. Incidently, it was also a gay club, which, hey, no problamo for me as Mikasa reassured me several times I wouldn't be the only straight person. And she was right, quite a lot of people there were just straight girls who didn't want to get hit on by douche-bags. I tried my luck with a few of them which...didn't go amazingly.

Fair to say, my mood wasn't great after being rejected for the third time that evening. To make matters worse, there Jaeger was, only a couple of meters away, and he'd managed to pull before I had! It wasn't just anyone either. A guy! A good looking, really buff guy that I would rather shoot myself than admit I found intimidating.

What was even worse was that this guy wasn't even a dick. He was asking Eren about his course with genuine interest, not just filler before he invited him back to his place. Eren was always animated in a way that just commanded attention whenever he talked about his passions. His eyes glistened as he talked, even laughing sometimes which made my stomach twist in a way that it shouldn't have. It was no wonder why the guy looked so enamoured. Gross. I knocked back my drink with only a slight wince.

“Hey.”

I swivel my head to see a guy, disappointingly, take a seat next to me. Since the rest of my group were on the dance floor it was just the two of us.

“I'm straight.”

“Okay...Well, can I offer you a drink anyway?” He smiled sincerely. His hair was dark like his skin, with warm terracotta eyes that reminded me of hot coffee. He was attractive-objectively speaking of course. Just because I could appreciate that he was handsome didn't mean I wanted to do anything with him. I glanced down at my empty drink and shrugged, figuring it was worth a shot (heh.)

To the guy's credit, he didn't buy me anything cheap. I tried not to look like a desperate loner and sip my drink instead of gulping it down.

“I'm Terrance, but you can call me Terry.”

“Jean,” I exchanged in return.

Being flirted with was weird enough normally but with a guy it was something entirely different. My hands fiddled awkwardly with anything from my ear piercings to the rim of my drink. Terry didn't take much notice to it other than a chuckle.

I tried to listen to Terrance, really I did, but my concentration kept diverting to a certain guy laughing a bit too loudly for my liking. Eren's hair looked so luscious underneath the purple lights, the kind of thickness you just want to run your hands through and pull.

“Jean?” Terrance prompted, snapping me out of my daze.

“Sorry, sorry,” I mumbled with a flush. Terrance turned to follow my line of sight and smiled to himself.

“Don't worry, I understand,” Terrance reassured and carried on grinning like he knew something I didn't. “What's his name?”

“Who?”

“The guy you keep staring at.”

“I'm not staring.”

Terry raised an eyebrow at me incredulously.

“His name is Eren.”

“How long have you known him?”

“Since secondary school. We live together now.”

“Does Eren know you like him?”

“What?” I almost spat my drink out. My face went annoyingly scarlet, not exactly helping my case.

“It's not like that! I hate him! He's such a dickhead!”

“If you say so.”

His tone was beginning to piss me off.

“And I'm straight.”

“I heard you the first time.”

“I-I just-”

“Sexuality is a lot more fluid than you think. I've slept with women before and enjoyed it yet I still consider myself completely gay.”

Well that just doesn't make sense, does it?

“Look, Jean, I hope you manage to figure this out. You can call me if you want to talk about anything. Have a good night,” and after writing his number on a napkin, he left.

“Who was that?” Marco asked, returning from the dance floor flushed and sweaty.

“Just some guy,” I replied, dazed. He thought I just have a crush on Eren of all people! Eren!

“Well, some guy just gave you his number. Are you going to call him?”

“As if.”

“Well if you don't I will.”

“Go ahead. I'm going to go dance.”

“Have fun,” Marco beamed, taking the seat I left. I felt a muscle in my jaw jump when the guy held Eren's arm and he didn't shake it off. It was nothing. It meant nothing.

I threw myself into the crowd and tried to get lost in the throng of euro dance music. Did they seriously have to stand so close? They barely knew each other; it just wasn't not normal!

In hindsight, I probably looked insane with how aggressively I was dancing. No wonder no one wanted to grind on me, they probably thought I'd rip their genitals off.

I decided to go to the toilets to cool down and try to get my thoughts in order. Thankfully, they were empty, allowing me to splash water on my face in peace. Usually, Yeager pissing me off was completely normal. He was just talking to someone; so why did it piss me off so much? Was it because it was a guy? I didn't get angry when he spoke to Annie and Sasha. Fuck, am I actually homophobic? I can't be but-what was it that Armin was speaking about earlier? Internalized homophobia? Maybe I had that and I was being a complete dick to all my friends without realizing. Normally I'd ring Marco and talk to him for something like this but he was having fun like everyone else.

With a frustrated sigh, I wiped my face with toilet paper and return to the hot, sticky room. I didn't have enough money left for another drink, dancing didn't appeal to me any more, and I'd done enough talking for that night. All I wanted was my warm, not sweaty, not smelling like vodka bed where it was quiet and where I couldn't see a blushing Eren. But of course, Eren was depending on me to drive him back since I was the only one out of us that could drive. I was too drunk to anyway. Oh god, I was going to have to talk to him whilst he was being flirted at by Beefcakes. This night couldn't get any better.

“Eren,” I had to repeat myself before he noticed me, too caught up in laughing. “I think I'm gonna go home.”

“What? It's not even midnight Kirschstein, you turning into a grandpa already?”

“I'm just not feeling it. I'll pay for the taxi home for you.”

“You sure, man?”

“Yeah, it's fine.”

“You can stay around mine if you'd like. I live close by,” the reason for my growing headache interjected. I tried not to look as horrified as I felt at the idea of Eren spending the night with some guy he just met.

“Sure?”

“Yeah, I can take the couch if you want.”

“I don't think that's going to be a problem.”

I felt vomit rise in my throat. Without a goodbye, I swiftly turned around, pacing towards the exit. I leaned on a bus stop shelter whilst waiting for my cab, shivering and almost cursing myself for foregoing a jacket. Worth it for the aesthetic though. I may be miserable and shivering on a pavement at only eleven p.m. but at least I had my look to keep me company. Even so, I was freezing my arse off whilst Eren was inside being chatted up and fucking flirting like a school girl. The guy wasn't even that attractive and suddenly I just want to hit something. Even the arrival of the cab didn't uncurl my fists.

The journey home was tense and the driver kept flicking worried glances over at me in case I punched something or I don't know, it wasn't his business anyway. Thankfully, the drive wasn't too long and after I threw my cash at the driver I stomped towards my flat to collide with my bed to fall into a fitful sleep.

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The next morning wasn't much better when I woke with a miserable headache and an even more miserable mood. Pulling my clinging duvet aside, I trudged out of bed to pull myself to the kitchen sink. Luckily, my hangover wasn't too bad but there was still a throbbing in my head and a weariness in my limbs. I was perfectly content to rendezvous with my bed and Netflix but any promise of a low-key day was shot when Eren trudged through the door. Judging by his appearance he'd had a fun night with a revolting amount of bruises littered on his neck and hair mussed beyond its normal scruff. A stream of bile erupted from my throat, doubling me over and leaving me weak in the knees.

“Christ, Jean, I didn't even think you had that much to drink,” Eren kicked off his shoes and rushed to my side, rubbing my back in a way that was strangely hypnotising, “At least you got it all in the sink.”

I accepted the glass of water he poured me with shaky hands and gulped it down, face feeling suddenly hot in a way that had nothing to do with Eren's palm still resting on my shoulder blades.

“Get much sleep last night?” I tried to make my voice light and sarcastic but I couldn't have sounded more bitter if I tried. Eren's eyes widened for a moment, his brow furrowing.

“What's it to you?” Eren retorted, tone bordering on a snap. Normally, when Eren was angry he'd burst like an overinflated balloon but this restrained tension was new and far more threatening.

“Nothing,” I murmured, suddenly feeling like I was going to throw up all over again. “Just think that you shouldn't jump at the first guy who shows you any attention.” Was there anything worse I could have said?

“What the hell, Jean?” Eren yelled. “Why do you care who I fuck?”

I hated that my flinch was audible.

“I get that you're gay now or whatever but you don't have to go and screw any guy just for the sake of it!”

“Why is this such a big deal to you? Yes, I had sex with James last night-” A flash of feverish heat erupted in my body “-because I wanted to and I have no idea why you're acting like such a piss-baby about it! I can't be around you when you're like this!” Eren threw his hands up in the air and stormed off, making sure to slam his bedroom door so that I could hear.

Anger welled up in my body, making my head swim more than it already was. I wanted to march into his room and demand that he apologized but what for? Even with all of my fury bubbling in my stomach I could admit that Eren hadn't actually done anything wrong. But then I thought of him underneath James or whatever that twat was called and all rationality was swept away by a tidal wave of frenzy. With a sinking feeling I realized I would have to apologize but for now I was content to brood and put off thinking about my unexplainable feelings along with other things I probably shouldn't be suppressing.

I was thankful to resign to my bed whilst I waited for my pizza to arrive, smirking when I imagined myself not letting Eren have any. Petty, yes, but did I care? No.

Eventually, the doorbell chimed and were I not still dreary with exhaustion I would have leapt from my bed. I settled with a hurried scamper and a quick exchange. I think I may have actually drooled but who was there to judge me? The heat from the box warmed my hands as I awkwardly balanced the bottle and smaller box of potato wedges on top of it. As I settled back in bed, my phone buzzed on my bedside table, lighting up with Eren's name.

Fuckface: btw you need to pick up your car

Of course. Ugh, I was going to have to get the bus, wasn't I? Later, after my feast and when my head stopped pounding. I almost expected my phone to beep again with an apology but Eren was way too stubborn to apologize so early, especially for something that wasn't actually his fault.

I zoned out for the journey back to the club, my mood greatly elevated by pizza but still fairly shitty. Thankfully, the ride was short and my car was unscathed. On the way back I may or may not have listened to some angsty music from my teen days but that was hardly the point. Fuck Eren. He was the one getting my feelings all jumbled up and confused.

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We didn't talk for three days, which considering our track record was pretty good. Eventually, around three p.m. Eren shakily called out my name from his room. Against my better interests, I ventured into his room where he was wrapped around his duvet, clutching his stomach.

“Can you get me two hot-water bottles and some paracetamol? I'm fucking dying here,” Eren growled, curling even further inwards like a shrivelled leaf.

“Sure,” I replied, walking towards the kitchen to flick the kettle on and fish the contents of the medicine cabinet. Whilst I was waiting for the water to boil I poured him a large glass of water and withdrew a bar from my emergency chocolate collection that I hid from Eren. Before living with Eren my only experience with periods were a few fumbling health classes and mum telling me off for being mean to my sister sometimes during her “time of the month.” However, after living with Eren for two years I was accustomed to doing stuff like this for him, knowing how bad his cramps could get sometimes. The way he described the pain as “someone reaching into your intestines like a lucky dip” really stuck with me and I was not envious.

“Here you go,” I said, handling over his hot-water bottles and pain meds, opting to leave the junk food to the side.

“Ugh, thanks,” Eren replied, rolling onto his side to have one bottle for his back and one for his stomach. “Fucking hell, I can't wait to never have to deal with this again.”

“Shouldn't your periods have stopped by now?” I asked, taking a seat next to him and pulling out his laptop to go through his film bookmarks.

“Ideally it would have been last month but it can take anywhere up to six,” Eren explained, punctuated with a wince at the end. “I would literally scrape out my uterus with a rusty spoon right now if I could.”

“Come on, Eren,” I tried to make my voice comforting as I gave his shoulder a playful nudge and pulled his blanket closer around him. “Let's watch Scott Pilgrim.”

The opening credits of the movie started and Eren shuffled towards my slouched figure. We both accepted the unspoken apology between us, knowing that everything was fine again. Even so, having three days to reflect made me realize just how shitty I had been and Eren deserved better than that.

“I'm sorry about what I said. It wasn't on and you were right to be angry about it,” I apologized, hoping my sincerity came across.

“Yeah, you were a massive dick to be fair,” Eren replied. “But I forgive you.”

“Thank you.”

I'd missed this, just hanging out with Eren with no pressure to fill the space with talking. Whilst we weren't particularly touchy-feely physical contact wasn't rare either so really Eren resting his head on my shoulder shouldn't have been a big deal but I flinched nonetheless. It only got worse when I felt his hot breath against my neck, my body suddenly became overwhelmingly hot. Eren raised an eyebrow at me but ultimately was too tired to make a big deal of it so he just shimmed away slightly and resumed watching the film.

For the rest of the afternoon I felt unnervingly jittery, the space between Eren and I feeling far too close yet far away. Concentrating on the films were impossible with Eren's presence being almost tangible beside me. Things with Eren had always been so easy but now it felt as if I'd need an equation to figure out every single move from Eren's occasional glances at me to the little jump whenever I caught him staring.

“Are you good?” He eventually asked when we got onto the third film. He flicked his gaze towards me, teal eyes impossibly blue, no seriously, how could someone's eyes be so bright? I felt my cheeks grow warm as his brows furrowed further.

“Y-yeah,” I squeaked, feeling like my voice was breaking all over again.

Eren's eyes narrowed but he said nothing more, continuing to shoving his hand as far down the Pringles tube as he could. My heartbeat seriously needed to calm down; I felt like I was going to vomit the flood of fizzy drink stirring in my stomach. Eren must have put on cologne today or something because his scent was overwhelming but it wasn't something that could be put in a bottle. Another wave of cramps hit Eren and he bit his red, red lips, the flesh there so soft and plump and-

“I need to piss,” I croaked, scampering towards the bathroom and slamming the door. Shit, when did my breathing become so heavy? Sitting on the edge of the bath, I cradled my head in my hands, urging my heart beat to calm down. After a mental pep talk, I stiffly walked back to the bedroom.

Eren's phone was in his hands with a dazzling smile on his lips. He never made that face when I texted him.

“Who are you talking to?” I asked, trying to keep my tone even as I resumed my place.

Eren's expression flickered through varying shades of infidelity before sighing.

“It's James,” he replied. “Please don't have a fit again; he's just asking how I'm doing.”

“It's fine. You don't have to explain yourself to me; I'm not your Mum” I said and surprised myself with how calm I was.

We continued watching, my heart rate still in a frenzy. This would be fine. Who cared if Eren had a somewhat boyfriend now. It was all completely a-okay.

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God was dead and everything around me was in chaos.

It had all started innocently enough. Armin and Mikasa had decided to host a calm and controlled, I repeat, calm and controlled, get together at the weekend where we'd have a few drinks and gossip and it was all going to be just some light-hearted fun. But then Eren had suggested shots (and I may have helped since I was getting bored, but that's hardly relevant) and lo and behold, a disaster. I would have thought that after years of parties we would have been able to hold our alcohol, we'd made it through first year after all, and yet even so Reiner was naked, Ymir was drinking through a curly straw upside down from where she hanged from the banister, and Marco was sleeping with a crate of drinks as a pillow.

Now, I on the other hand, although sporting a healthy buzz, was far too sober to handle this chaos. I hadn't planned on getting smashed and the thought of a hangover when I had a dangerously late essay to finish wasn't particularly tempting. I was set on simply going home but then I spotted Eren out on the balcony with a pinched expression. He was on the phone and holding his arm like a sling. Squeezing through an intense DDR match I joined Eren outside where the icy air greeted me like a punch to the face. I quickly dashed back inside to grab my jacket, and then on second thought, grabbed one for Eren too. By the time I had joined him Eren had finished his call and had already lighted a cigarette. He offered one to me and I accepted. When I handed him Reiner's heavy jacket I noted with a weirdly tight chest that he looked oddly adorable drowning in the fabric.

I waited for Eren to start. He sighed heavily and flitted his gaze between me and the shadowed landscape of flat blocks beneath the moonlight.

“It was James,” Eren said, picking at a stain on his jeans.

“What happened?” I asked, exhaling smoke.

“We had a fight,” Eren explained. “I think I may have broken up with him.”

I couldn't explain the sudden rush of relief but also sympathy through me.

“O-oh,” I swallowed, “what happened.”

“I don't...really know. It's all a bit weird. I thought he was fine being something casual but I guess not,” Eren took a deep inhale from his cigarette, “I don't know; he kept wanting to be more serious but we've only been together for a month, and even then it was nothing official. I like him but...” he shrugged, pausing to find the words.

“You don't want anything serious with him?” I offered.

“Yeah. He's fun and we had a good time but I don't think I really want to move in with him and have a shared mortgage when I feel like I barely know him.”

“So you don't think you're gonna try and sort things out?”

“Yeah, probably not. We'll talk in the morning but I think the spark is gone anyway. We both deserve better than trying to drag out a relationship that clearly isn't going to work in the long-term anyway.”

I tried to digest everything and think of something comforting to say.

“Sucks that your first boyfriend didn't end so well,” was what I ended up going with. Smooth, Kirschstein.

“To be fair, it could be a lot worse. It'll be a bit awkward but that's about it. I don't really feel like crying either. At most I'm sad but I'll get over it.”

“Still.”

“Yeah, it's still a bit shitty.”

“...And I'm sorry about being so weird about the gay thing-”

“-The bi thing. I'm not gay; I like girls too.”

“Yeah, sorry, the bi thing. I just-it was all a bit unexpected.”

“'S fine, as long as you stop acting like a dick-munch about it now.”

I cracked a laugh.

“That should be doable.”

After we finished our cigarettes we headed back indoors with the sole purpose of getting entirely plastered, which we achieved with flying colours.

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Fair to say, there were many regrets the next morning when I was woken by the drilling in my head. As I got the least drunk yesterday, it was me who had to tumble off the couch to drag myself towards the kitchen with the grace of a drunk elephant. I felt like shit but at least the two of us somehow managed to get home. Even if both Eren and I end up on the couch, leaving me not only with a throbbing headache but with a crumpled spine too.

Miraculously, I made it to the sink without breaking anything. I filled the nearest glass that was suspiciously smudgy but would do to the rim and gulped it down as if I had been stranded in a desert. I left Eren's glass by the table next to the T.V. for when he would eventually wake up. But judging by his drool that wouldn't be until the next century.

There wasn't much to do when even looking at my phone hurt so I just ended up laying in my bed. I tried to read but my brain immediately protested the moment I held a book so it just ended up under my bed like the rest. Defeated, I decided to go back to sleep.

It was a great plan, sleep was one of my favourite past times after all, until Eren groaned loud enough to not only reawaken me but probably the rest of the apartment complex if it wasn't so late that they were already awake. When I strolled back into the living room, my nap having brightened my mood considerably, Eren was in a ball on the floor. He resembled a zombie more than anything and I couldn't help but pity him. He hadn't even noticed my offering. Twat.

“Eren?” I tried. He only groaned in response. It was fair to say he'd be out of commission for the rest of the day. “Okay, I'll be back soon.”

I had to enact the emergency procedure used only for the most drastic of measures. In preparation, I piled out ingredients onto the counter for what would be a monster breakfast. First though, I had to haul Eren back onto the sofa and position him to sit up straight instead of like a wilting flower and wrap him with my blanket that I retrieved from my bed. He only gurgled like a baby which whilst was entertaining I couldn't film since my phone was still charging.

Walking back into the kitchen, I must have poured half of our kitchen's contents into the pan with a avalanche of fried eggs, baked beans, and bacon, not to mention the skyscraper-like stack of buttered toast. Maybe I couldn't cook a soufflé, or “proper food” as my mum liked to call it, but I was proud of my feast that took two trips to fully transport to a comatose Eren.

“Jean, I'm going to stop drinking,” Eren whined whilst I took a space on the sofa besides him and snagged my own portion of quilt. “I mean it this time, I'm gonna...no more.”

I tried not to raise my eyebrows, having heard this speech many times. Instead I patted his shoulder and listened to his mumbled declarations between greasy mouthfuls of food. It was weird but I felt a sort of, weird warmth whenever we did stuff like this. A paternal instinct maybe? I thought of all the times that Eren and I had simply just shared a sofa and watched films, or ate unhealthy food, or simply just sat and all of the inane things we had done together over the years and how there was literally nothing else I would want to do or with anyone else. A motherly feeling didn't feel like the right description yet friendship didn't feel right either. Either way, I was still too hungover and it felt like something bigger that I wasn't willing to dig into just yet.

After we had eaten and stacked our plates into what looked like the landscape of a victorious battlefield we settled on watching reruns of Border Wars. At some point Eren's head settled on my shoulder, something that bothered me far less than it should considering most people still thought we were enemies or “frenemies” at a push. Sure, Eren pissed me off on a regular basis but he was my best friend. Who else would watch questionable reality T.V. with me until 3 a.m. and then share takeaway pizzas the next morning when we should have been at a lecture?

Eren's phone buzzed and he picked it up only to scowl immediately. I saw the name on the screen and bit my lip.

“What's up?” Eren nudged my shoulder.

“Shouldn't I be asking you that?” I forced a laugh.

Eren scrunched up his face before shrugging it off.

“He's decided to call it quits to so I guess that's it then.”

I released a breath I didn't know I was holding in. Eren raised an eyebrow at me. My chest constricted but I had no idea where that relief had come from.

“What's your deal with James? Honestly,” Eren didn't sound angry, thankfully. Just confused.

“I don't...I don't know.”

“You don't know?”

My already uncomfortably hot flush reached my ears.

“I didn't like the idea of him with you, and I'm sad that you're sad now but I'm also weirdly...thankful? Like obviously it's shit that you have to go through this but-” I managed to stop myself talking before I dug my grave even further and hit a oil pipe. This all felt far too personal and frankly throwing myself out of the window sounded very tempting.

“...Right,” Eren replied, shifting his weight awkwardly. “It's just that you sound...almost jealous.”

“I-” I stumbled, feeling myself blanch. It couldn't be, but looking back it fit oddly well. Very well. Oh, no. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. But I wasn't even-It was one thing to figure out you had a crush but it was another realm of fuckery to figure it out in front of them.

“Oh my god,” I cringed into my hands, hoping that if I pressed my face into them hard enough it would somehow transport me to a different reality where this was not happening.

“Do you...” Eren started but became rigid and-was he blushing? Neither of us could look at the other, the air around us thick and suffocating. “So...are you...jealous?” The words seemed painful for him to get out but it barely scraped the internal agony I was currently suffering through. Realistically, I knew I was being a bit dramatic but I felt like if I started talking I would literally die.

“D-do you like me, Jean?” Eren asked and goddammit did he have to look so adorable as he said it?

“I'm...very-my thoughts are very jumbled up right now to be fair but,” oh god, we were going to have to be serious and act like adults, “I enjoy spending time with you and I honestly wouldn't trade our hangouts for anything in the world and it's taken me forever to realize but I think I really really like you and it's a bit terrifying,” I finished with a massive intake of air. I would have done anything for the sweet release of death.

It was silent for a moment. I must have died at least seven times within that pause. And then Eren started laughing to my horror.

“Oh, no!” He cried when he spotted my expression. “Sorry, this is all just a bit weird. We're both hungover, I just split up with someone, and then it turns out our Token Straight is not as straight as we thought. You've got to admit this is a bit weird.”

“Yeah, this could have gone down a lot better.”

Another sticky silence settled over us.

“You're right though, I can't be straight any more,” I tried to ease away the tension with little success.

“Well, that's for you to decide,” Eren said emphatically. “You don't have to make sense of it yet.”

“Great. Not only do I just realize I have a crush on you it's also followed by a sexuality crisis. To think, I thought I was homophobic and that's why I didn't like you and James.”

“Oh my god,” Eren sniggered, and at first tried to hold back his laughter, but eventually dissolved into giggles like a child, “That's-that's amazing! Jesus Christ.”

I bristled.

“No, no, it's-I'm sorry, I get it, I really do,” Eren clarified but the effect was undermined by him wiping away a tear. This was possibly the most embarrassing and painful moment of my life.

“So...” I started, surprised that vomit didn't pour out of my mouth. “About the whole...me...having feelings for you...anything to comment on that?”

Eren's eyes widened and flushed even deeper.

“I mean, this has kinda come out of nowhere,” he mumbled and the familiar sting of rejection started to sink in like a dead body dumped in a river. “But, I'd be willing to give it a go.”

“What?”

“I'm saying that while I don't have feelings for you right now there's a chance that could change.”

“So...that's a yes?”

“Yes.”

Oh. A massive smile split my lips which was returned with equal force. Was I supposed to kiss him? Would be that be too much already?

“Stop thinking,” Eren beamed with the intensity of the sun and leaned forward to peck my cheek which blossomed with heat before his lips even made contact, “Now you have to think of somewhere cool to take me if you want me to like you.”

Somehow, I managed to smile even wider, probably making me look slightly creepy but it didn't matter.

“I'm sure I can figure something out,” I laughed.

I left my hand upturned on his lap in invitation and champagne bubbles popped in my chest when he took it into his own. Yeah, this was going to be fine.

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Chapter 10: Celebrity status

Hello fanfic lovers and Klinghoffer lovers and Joshan lover!

I hope you all are having a lovely week! To top that here is chapter 10 of this story. I reeeeally hope you like it and don’t forget the feedback!

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- You are going to drive from New York to Chicago? – Mandy asked her friend, Anastasia, through the phone – You realize that it’s an almost thirteen hour trip? Right?

- I know. Josh and I will take turns at the wheel – Anastasia answered.

- That is a totally unnecessary thing to do – Mandy replied.

- It’s going to be fun. A fun road trip.

- A day before a concert! A huge concert! You are going to be tired!

- I won’t. I promise!

- Anyway, I heard that Jacob is going to Lolla too! He is traveling from London with Mark and Steph!

- I haven’t seen Stephanie in years – Stephanie was Mark’s (Anastasia’s brother) long time girlfriend.

- Yes! It’s going to be like a family thing. I can imagine that Barbara is going to be there as well.

- She hasn’t spent a single night here in the room. I haven’t even seen her actually.

- Well, divorces can be really hard, you know. Unless Anthony Kiedis is your best friend, that way you forget about your ex real quick.

- You are insane! I gotta go. I’ll call you when I arrive to Chicago; I think you’ll be there already by that time.

- Have a safe trip! – Mandy said before hung the phone.

Josh had the idea of driving to Chicago and Anastasia though it was crazy at first but then though it was going to be a good thing to create some kind of bond with him.

- Did you bring music? – Josh asked before starting the engine of the rented black Hyundai SUV.

- I grabbed everything that was in my laptop. That includes a bunch of 90’s pop, a lot of British indie rock, many of the crap I had produced for other people and every single song by Fleetwood Mac because Stevie Nicks is the entity for which I wake up every morning.

- Really? – He asked.

- I’ll do anything for Stevie.

- Well I’ll take Fleetwood and the British stuff.

They alternate between Anastasia’s and Josh’s flash disks, which had a lot of better tunes, so they drove with the most eclectic music choices anyone can possibly imagine.

- I have a doubt – Josh asked while they were listening to a British band called Franz Ferdinand, which was Anastasia’s choice – You are British, right?

- Yes, I was born in Chelsea, I think I told you.

- So where is your British accent?

- Well it disappeared. I’ve been living in LA for almost fifteen years, Josh. I am the most non-British British you can find.

- That sucks because I am a sucker for British everything.

- Well in that case I can be very British sometimes – They both laugh – I still visit London once a year, mostly at Christmas time. I do it for my father.

- Just for your father?

- The rest of the family members aren’t fans of me. It’s complicated. Everybody hates the outside-marriage children – Anastasia has another two sisters for her father’s side. Their mom was married to Nick when he cheated her with Anastasia’s mother.

- I’ve read a little bit about that.

- Did you Google me? – Anastasia said stoic.

- Well not like that. But there is a lot of information about you out there.

- Yes, mostly fake.

After singing every possible line to Fleetwood Mac’s songs and a few quick stops for gas and food the couple arrived to Chicago. The trip really helped both of them. They connected in a new level; they felt more comfortable in each other’s company. They finally drove to an exclusive hotel in the city where everyone was going to stay, Mandy and the boys were already there but Anastasia was too tired to do anything so she and Josh agreed on not telling anyone they had arrived and sneak to Josh’s room to get some sleep.

This time in bed was so different. They just slept, but sleeping together brought a whole different kind of intimacy than that of sex. The way Josh hugged her and buried his face on her neck gave Anastasia a solid base to assure her decision about this relationship, even if it wasn’t an official thing yet.

When Anastasia woke up it was already dark outside. She let Josh sleep and quietly left the room. She looked at her phone and saw around 12 messages and six missing calls from Mandy, the last text indicated that she was at the hotel bar with Barbara and Mark.

Once Anastasia walked through the bar door she saw her family and friends at a table to her left. Mandy was there, obviously next to Barbara and Mark who was hugging her girlfriend, Stephanie, with an arm and next to Mandy there was another man, when she got close she could see his face, it was Jacob her childhood friend from London, a short and really pale guy with piercing blue eyes and black short hair. The two had history together. Besides being the best of friends to this day, Jacob was Anastasia’s first everything, they tried to have a long distance relationship (Her in California, him in London) when they were around seventeen, but they were very young and dumb and with time they realized they loved each other more as friends than anything else. Even after that, their friendship/relationship was highly publicized in the British tabloids, he was a child actor at that time, and she was the trouble daughter of a very famous rocker. “A match made in hell” as one of the tabloids recalled.

Jacob was the first to get up and greet her.

- �� You haven’t changed a thing – He said giving her a tight hug.

- I won’t. I will never change – she answered.

- Wait until you are fifty, you’ll need Botox if you want to keep that baby face of yours – Barbara opined.

- Are you here for the festival? – Anastasia wanted to know.

- Yes! And I’m gonna start to film a movie in New York in a couple of weeks so I decided to come early and that way I could see you! I missed you!

- I missed you too! But we Skype like once a month, Jacob.

- It’s not the same – Mandy said suddenly – Where is Josh by the way?

- Sleeping.

- How do you know that Josh is sleeping right now? – Mark asked surprised.

- Oh… Don’t you know? – Mandy said – It happened – Mark didn’t have to say a thing. He understood what Mandy was saying. He started to laugh.

- Steph! It’s so amazing to see you again – Anastasia said changing the subject of the conversation.

Stephanie, tall with light brown hair and pale skin was Mark’s long-time girlfriend. They had been together for around 10 years; she was undoubtedly a part of the family. More than that, she was a great and close friend for Anastasia. Unlike with Jacob, they Skype at least twice a month.

- So you have a boy? – Steph asked with a heavy accent while Anastasia took a seat between her and Jacob.

- More like a grow ass man – Mandy said from the other side of the table.

- We are just getting to know each other – Anastasia said to Steph.

- You’ve known him for more than five years – Mandy said.

- Yes but not this way – Anastasia said to Mandy – He is one of Mark’s friends – she said looking to Stephanie again.

- Oh! Do I know him?

- I don’t know – Mark said – I think we saw him once in London. You will remember him when you see him, the guy is quite unforgettable.

- And that is the Josh effect: nobody can forget him – Mandy said laughing.

- You didn’t tell me about this – Jacob said suddenly.

- It’s pretty recent – Anastasia answered – I still don’t know if I want a real and long term relationship with him. So when I’m ready to tell you I will.

The night went by catching up with Stephanie and Jacob. Anastasia was happy to see him. Jacob had always been a great support to her. When all the disaster with Valentine happened he flew all the way from London to Los Angeles just to be with her. They didn’t feel a romantic nor sexual connection between them, but a strong friendship was definitely there. Since the tabloid mess when they were teenagers happened, all their encounters somehow ended on the news and social media, a thing Anastasia hated and which had been a good reason for not seeing him so often.

Anastasia though that Josh must have slept the entire night through the next day because she didn’t have any information about him, even at the festival.

The band got early to the show location for all the interviews they had to do. Mandy and Anastasia always did most of the press schedule, but this time they all had to do the same job. Around three in the afternoon Anastasia met with Barbara to go to the Chili Peppers trailer. They opened the door not knowing that Josh was inside in the middle of an interview, they excused themselves and ran to the next door. She could see Josh smiling at her because of the situation.

Only Flea and Anthony were in the trailer.

- A journalist just said that Mandy and I are the female version of you two and I can’t feel more satisfied with myself right now – Anastasia said to Anthony and Flea.

- It’s not far from the truth – Flea said – I mean we all kind of raised you so it’s logical that you have some of us in your attitude and in the way you found Mandy, who complements you so well.

- Man, don’t I love you enough – Anastasia said – By the way, I think we just ruined Josh’s interview.

- Is it true that you two came driving from New York? – Anthony wanted to know.

- Yes. It was more fun than what I thought it would be.

- Is something going on there? – Anthony asked again and Anastasia just shrugged.

- Do you think something should happen? -Anastasia asked.

- Yes, damn it! -Anthony said and everyone laughed.

After a while they went outside again and spotted Josh talking to her brother, Nick, Eric and Jacob.

- So you two already met? – She asked approaching them and pointing to Josh and Jacob.

- Yes! Being the big Red Hot Chili Pepper fan that I am, I’m stoic – Jacob said.

- I still can’t believe you are here – Anastasia said hugging Jacob.

- I haven’t seen you on a stage in years, it was about damn time! – He smiled to her.

- We have to be ready in 30 minutes – Eric said.

- WHAT? – Anastasia screamed – I’m far from ready! I need to change.

- You better run – Nick said.

She did. She found Mandy and Steph on her trailer who helped her get ready. She did her hair and makeup and they helped her put on her outfit, a special one: black high-waisted fringed shorts, a black t-shirt with the word “Witch” in silver letters and velvet over-the-knee boots in blue. She and Mandy wore their quartz crowns, which were “their thing” and were ready to go.

Stephanie was dancing next to Barbara at a side of the stage while Jacob, Mark, Josh and Chad were enjoying the show behind them. The energy was at its highest that night and Dead Curse gave the best performance in months and so did the Chilies. Josh seemed happier on stage.

An after party awaited for them and Anastasia felt kind of bad at the end of the night because she set all her attention on Jacob, they even danced some songs like they used to in London when they were teenagers, while Josh just chatted with friends. But they both agreed on spending the night together so after a shower and a change into more cozy clothes she went to his room.

- You looked great on that stage tonight – He said to her while the two were sitting on a couch.

- Really? It was an amazing show, we sounded good as hell! – Anastasia said with enthusiasm – The Peppers did a great show too but that is an obvious statement.

- That guy, Jacob, seems fun – Josh said suddenly.

- I’ve known Jacob since we were eight years old. We were neighbors back in London. We always played together and our moms were friends, he has been a great support during my whole life.

- That’s good I guess.

- Since you’ve been Googling my name you must have read that we were in a relationship once, but that is in the past and we were never actually in a real relationship. At sixteen or seventeen you don’t even know what a relationship is.

- I haven’t Googled you – he said laughing.

- Why are you laughing then?

- Because it’s funny – Anastasia jumped on him and started to tickle him. Both were laughing badly when Anastasia’s phone rang.

It was a message from Mandy that read “They never get enough” and a link was attached. Anastasia knew what it was all about before she even opened it, but she did it anyways. Another pink website appeared with a report of her and Jacob all over each other in Chicago. She got frustrated and angry.

- When are they gonna stop? – She asked.

- What happened? – She handed the phone to Josh. He looked at it with the most stoic face expression – This sucks - His face now showed sadness – It’s the same thing that happened in the Netherlands for Pinkpop – He left the phone in a near table and got up the couch – I don’t feel comfortable with this Anastasia.

- You think I do? I’ve been working my ass off to have the lowest profile I can my entire life.

- Well you haven’t worked hard enough – Anastasia looked into Josh’s eyes not believing the words that had come out of his mouth.

- Excuse me? – He didn’t repeat them – Well I’m sorry if my last name brought this entire load which I cannot get rid of. It’s not like I’m a fucking Kardashian either, Josh.

- I just don’t like the exposure.

- I don’t like it either! – Anastasia was raising her voice – My last name has brought me great things and fame is a price I didn’t ask to pay. I stopped doing all the stupid shit I did when I was a teenager, I stopped talking to a bunch of people because I didn’t like a fucking camera lens in my face anytime I went out, I even stopped going to crowded places in LA, I don’t go to many red carpets anymore.

- I don’t feel comfortable with that aspect of your life. I had a taste of it in the Netherlands and I have the feeling it’s never gonna go away – After Josh’s words, Anastasia didn’t know how to act.

- I’m just gonna leave. I don’t really know how to handle this right now.

He didn’t stop her. She just left to her room with anger all over her system. Luckily for her she found Steph on the way to her room.

- Darling, what happened? – Anastasia saw her and started to cry. She was a tough cookie and not many things made her cry, but this situation got into her nerves. She couldn’t control what others wrote about her and she learned that after lots and lots of years in therapy. The fact that Josh wasn’t supportive and just decided to get rid of her because of such a dumb thing really broke her.

Stephanie helped her to get to her room and Mandy was inside.

- Oh God, An! – Mandy said and ran to hold her friend.

Once she was sitting in a bed, Anastasia told them about all the things that were said in Josh’s room.

- The thing is that I know how Josh is. I told Mark a long time ago: I have a lot of “Hollywood baggage” – Anastasia said wiping the tears from her face.

- But that does not justify Josh's behavior! – Steph said – When I started to date your brother, people said disgusting things too, especially fans all over the word, but that didn’t keep me from being with him because I loved him and I knew he loved me and that was all that mattered. He knows who you are and where you come from, he can’t expect things like this aren’t going to happen.

- Do you remember all the things that people said about you and Jacob? – Mandy said - And all the dead threats you received because people thought you were a couple? That was bullshit and you really learned from that. I know how much you’ve tried to keep a low profile, but the truth is, that is never going to happen, because of your last name and because of our band.

- Josh doesn’t understand that – Anastasia said – I hate this “Celebrity status”.

- All that should matter to him is that you are real, and that you are not in this business just because you want fame, because you know how shitty fame is. You are here because you love what you do and it’s important to you to express yourself through music, and if he can’t see all the light you radiate and the great aspects about you then he can go fuck himself – Stephanie said.

- The most stupid thing is that you are both angry for something you have in common: obsession with privacy – Mandy said and Anastasia felt gratitude for having people like them in her life.

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1) Put your iTunes on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up. (Spotify; no iTunes) "America's Sweetheart" by Elle King; "Babe" by Lily Rose Depp & Harley Quinn Smith; "I Can't Go For That" by the bird and the bee; "Written In The Water" by Gin Wigmore; "I Don't Like Mondays" by The Boomtown Rats; "When We Were Young" by Adele 2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Mel Brooks - I think he's a comedy genius. 3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. "if he were grabbing for a fly in the air. Harper knew that one." 4) What do you think about most? The future. 5) Ever had a poem or song written about you? I don't know if it was written about me specifically, but I Googled my name and found a Harry Potter fanfic where one of the characters had my name and seemed strangely like me but I don't know who wrote it. 6) Do you have any strange phobias? I'm arachnaphobic. Pretty common. 7) What's your religion? I was baptised Methodist but I don't go to any specific church. I believe in God, I pray, I read my Bible. I consider myself a Christian but I think organized religion is too corrupt and greedy. I'm an ordained Dudeist priest also, but that's something more social and therapeutic to me. 8) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? Trying to get from point A to point B. 9) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? The Beatles 10) What was the last lie you told? Telling someone I felt fine when I wasn't. 11) Do you believe in karma? Absolutely. 12) What does your URL mean? pennydreadful was already taken so I use dreadfulpenny as a play on words. Penny dreadful is a reference to British Victorian horror/suspense literature. 13) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? I think my greatest weakness and my greatest strength are the same - I'm blunt. Sometimes that can be a good thing, sometimes that comes back to bite me in the butt. 14) Who is your celebrity crush? Jared Padalecki. 15) How do you vent your anger? I write. I listen to music. Sometimes I vent to my boyfriend if he's not the reason I'm angry. 16) Do you have a collection of anything? Funko Pop figures. 17) Are you happy with the person you've become? There are some things I'd like to change but overall, I'm satisfied with who I am. 18) What's a sound you hate; sound you love? The sound of fingers scraping against a balloon; the sound of my boyfriend's voice. 19) What's your biggest "what if"? What if I never cross everything off my bucket list? 20) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? I definitely believe in ghosts but I don't believe in aliens. 21) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. Right arm - Fidget cube. Left arm - Cell phone. 22) Smell the air. What do you smell? A little smoke and clean cotton scent. I'm burning a candle. 23) What's the worst place you have ever been to? I went camping with my boyfriend once. When he goes camping, it's a mild step above "roughing it". There was a porta-bathroom and there was a building with showers (with spiders and centipedes - uck!) but other than that, I spent the weekend in unbearable heat, in an uncomfortable tent. When I was outside, I was bitten by mosquitos AND horse flies. It was the worst! 24) Most attractive singer/s of your opposite gender? Adam Levine from Maroon 5 25) To you, what is the meaning of life? To try to make every generation of humanity better than the last. We've had some advancements and some slip-ups, but I think we're thriving. 26) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? I've driven before and come close to crashing but thankfully, no. 27) What was the last movie you saw? "National Lampoon's European Vacation" - I watched it on TV last night. As far as new movies, "Guardians of the Galaxy: Vol. 2". 28) What's the worst injury you've ever had? I guess having my gallbladder removed through emergency surgery since that's the only time I've ever needed surgery. 29) Do you have any obsessions right now? It's back-to-school time and that means all the school supplies are out. I usually buy a lot of pens, markers, notebooks, pencils because I prefer to have physical copies of anything I write rather than typing it out on a computer (at least until I need to submit something). 30) Ever had a rumor spread about you? Yeah. That's all I'll say about it. 31) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? Depends on how deeply they hurt me. 32) What is your astrological sign? Pisces 33) What's the last thing you purchased? I just bought a t-shirt for someone for Christmas (I started my shopping early this year.) 34) Love or lust? Love. 35) In a relationship? Yep. Have been for 11 years. 36) How many relationships have you had? I've had tons of relationships. If we're talking romantic relationships, I've had at least 30 or 35 guys who've been my "boyfriend" at some point in my life. I've only been intimate with maybe 10 of them. 37) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? There really isn't a secret weapon. Just be yourself. 38) Where is your best friend? I have more than 1 best friend. My best male friend is at work. My best female friend is in Indiana. 39) What were you doing last night at 12 AM? Usually talking with my boyfriend. 40) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? Yeah, I'd say so. 41) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? I keep walking to work and call someone who might be able to help. 42) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? a) I would tell certain people, yes. b) I'd just live my life without any regrets. c) Of course I'd be afraid. 43) What's a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? "9 to 5 (Morning Train)" by Sheena Easton - It's an inside joke thing. 44) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? Trust, honesty, being with someone who makes you laugh who you have a lot of common interests. 45) How can I win your heart? I fell in love with John because he's smart and funny, but he doesn't talk down to me just because he might know something that I don't. I once dated a guy who said I wasn't smart enough for him because I couldn't read Sanskrit and he could. 46) Can insanity bring on more creativity? In some cases it does. 47) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? I quit my job because it was affecting my sanity. I'm not happy with our financial situation right now, but I'm in a better place mentally and my boyfriend is incredibly understanding. 48) What would you want to be written on your tombstone? Obviously my full name, date of birth, date of death and then maybe something - I could be a smartass and put the line from "Ghostbusters 2" - "Death is but a door. Time is but a window. I'll be back." 49) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word "heart." What about love? 50) Basic question; what's your favorite color/colors? TARDIS blue (Pantone 2955 C) 51) What is your current desktop picture? It’s the house sigils from Game of Thrones forming the word COEXIST. 52) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? Kathy Griffin 53) What would be a question you'd be afraid to tell the truth on? I'm an honest person so I don't know what circumstance that would come up. 54) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? Telekinesis 55) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? My first date with John. 56) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? The years of abused I faced as a child. 57) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? Brad Mates from Emerson Drive. 58) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? Dublin, Ireland. 59) Ever been on a plane? Yes. 60) Give me your top 5 hottest celebrities. Jared Padalecki; Mark Ryder; Jason Momoa; Jeffrey Dean Morgan; Brock O'Hurn

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