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countrymusiclover · 1 year

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25 - Governor John Dutton

Part 26

Country Rancher

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Eight Months Later

The twins are as wild as ever running around the ranch this morning. The morning when everything with change for my father in law, John Dutton. Walking down the stairs I could see Bree off helping Carter in the barn. Tate was off somewhere riding I suppose as I sat my cowgirl hat on my head getting in my truck and driving to where my husband said to meet him and the other livestock agents. Exiting the truck I smiled his direction seeing he already had a horse waiting for me. Climbing up on it the wind moved hair in front of my face. "Your father is getting the governor job today. Rip's got to mange the ranch for an entire party tonight. I don't think there's ever been this many possible people there."

"Yeah well I sure as heck never expected him to take the position to begin with...maybe a little but now it's...real." Kayce chuckled but I could hear the shock in his tone. If there was one type of person I never expected John to become it was governor. He only cares about what is best for the ranch. Meaning that he would destroy the possibility of an airport and more before it had even been a month I had no doubt about it.

Clicking my tongue and getting my horse to move we raced with the others to make sure the people trying to cross the boarded with stolen horses didn't get away. My horse turned to a stop as one guy tried to move around me. Yanking my reins the other way my horse got directly in the face of the bad guys horse where I could shove them back onto our side. Kayce caught one guy almost escaping on horse back until he roped him by the waist throwing him down into the water. He then jumped off cuffing him and sending him with our officers. "Man I gotta say I like starting my day like this. Riding horses and watching you rope, Kayc.." I smirked resting my chin in the palm of my hand.

"Oh you do...well who knows your cowboy might have something else up his sleeve later tonight." He flirted back climbing on his horse riding back to the truck but not before sending me a wink seeing me blushing a little.

Getting back to the ranch we got out of our truck seeing a bunch of people and tents already set up. Rushing inside the house we changed out of our work clothes and into something formal. Kayce in one of his button up shirts and jeans with his hat. Me in a simple orange dress and brown boots wearing a light brown cowgirl hat on my head. "I'll get us drinks. Be right back darlin'." He kisses my cheek as I caught sight of Ryan and the other cowboys playing around with ropes. Slowly walking over there was a girl trying to show like she wasn't watching them but I could tell she was.

"Which one of them is eyeing you. I work with them all. I can be a good judge." I smiled leaning my back against the fence seeing my sister in law Beth walking over to Rip who was watching the party from up on the hill.

The girl shakes her head in denial but failed. "I'm not gonna get with any of them. They can't be devoted to both you and a place like this..I'm Abby by the way."

She sticks out her hand that I shook. "Y/n Dutton, nice to meet you." Staring back at the boys I saw Ryan staring over our direction with a smile. "I think you should reconsider the whole not dating a cowboy thing. If you find a amazing one you'll be suprised." Kayce comes our way carrying two beers in his hands grinning which is something that doesn't happen often on this ranch.

"Well who would you suggest, him?" She pointed at my husband making me snort out a reply immediately.

"He's taken, honey." Pointing at Ryan with my index finger she followed where I was pointing. "Him...I dated him for a little while. Trust me he's good."

Kayce hands me my beer tipping his hat to Abby beside me offering me his arm for a dance. "Care to dance, darlin'?"

Sitting my beer on the ground alongside his I spun him on his toes dragging him onto the dance floor by the stage that had a live band. "I just hooked Ryan up with a girl. Look over there. That's her." His eyes shifted over watching Ryan playfully rope the girl in for a dance with his charm making me smile.

"Good for him. Now if only we could stop that from happening-" He scoffed lightly tilting his head in the direction of the barn allowing me to see Bree and Carter spinning the other around as the music played. He had gotten taller and our daughters hair had gotten longer. I knew it was a matter of time before we have to have the talk about periods and what not.

Kayce spins me out and back into his chest throwing my hair around. "Don't you worry cowboy. We've got awhile before the other two try and grow up on us." He intertwined our hands together again and our boots kicked up dust around.

"Where are the twins anyway-" He cuts himself off mid sentence when Elsa jumps up on his leg. I giggled twirling Dallas up in my arms seeing that they didn't mind almost wearing the same outfit.

Elsa hangs on her father's leg until he offers her to sit on his boots so he could dance around with her. Dallas and I do the same making my heart swoon at such enjoyment like this. A part of me thought we wouldn't get nights like this anymore. Spinning my son around I glanced through the crowd seeing John sitting at a table full of politicians. I could tell he was miserable it was clear on his face. But his slogan was for the ranch. "If you're watching this Evelyn. I hope we're doing it right." I mumbled to myself glancing up at the sunset in the horizon.

Exiting the barn the next morning Rip had assigned Carter to ride John's horse. Brew and I climbed on our saddles. Kayce was having our other kids help clean up from the party. "Cart you're missing something." She called out to him as he was running around in a panic making sure everything was good.

"What am I missing, Bree?" He asked halting in his tracks.

She giggled tipping her tan hat up to him where he smacked his forehead cursing as he got it from the barn finally climbing onto the horse. "Hat shit. Where's the hat!"

Kicking my horse in the belly I led the kids out following the others to see them moving the cattle. Bree and I worked pretty good together. Carter got one until his horse fell into a hole. Whipping my head around I raced over seeing his arm messed up. "Carter, you alright. What hurts?" My motherly instincts kicking in seeing him not being able to raise his arm.

"You need to keep one eye on the cow and the other on the ground." Rip orders seeing the horses legs didn't look too good.

Carter looks at Bree almost in tears as she pets her grandfather's horse. "Is the horse gonna be okay?" She shakes her head no seeing Rip reach for the rifle on his saddle.

"Rip, wait a second. That's John's horse. There must be something we can do.." I trailed off rising to my feet and securing his arm holding the shotgun.

He slumped his shoulders allowing me to see regret in his eyes. He hated having to kill a horse everyone knew that. "That leg won't heal, Y/n. We can't have him suffering." He gently pushed me aside with Bree pointing the weapon and killing the horse.

Closing my eyes I immediately replied towards my daughter. "Liyod, help him with the saddle. Bree take Carter back to the barn." She nodded helping him to his feet and the three of them removed the gear heading back towards the barn. Riding up to the house I dismounted my horse hearing the sound of a bark and four paws racing towards me. "Hey, Maxon. Hey boy." Running my fingers through the golden retrievers fur he wags his tail as Kayce walked down the stairs.

"Bree told me what happened. My father won't be happy he loved that horse." He replied removing his hat taking a seat on the front porch steps. Sitting down beside him I removed my hat resting it on my knees laying my head on his shoulder.

He draped his arm over my shoulder hearing me sigh heavily. "It was a good horse...I'm just glad the boy or our daughter didn't get hurt." He nodded kissing my forehead until we locked eyes. "It made me realize something today though, we need to teach these kids how to ride. When the twins are old enough that's when we start. Because when you're father's gone it's up to us Kayce."

"Don't you worry darlin'. Nobody is gonna take this place from our family. This is our home and we will fight for it." He whispered tilting my chin up so he could kiss me. Leaning into the kiss I prayed he was right. That the outsiders wouldn't get the land my children grow up on.

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preferredrealty · 4 years

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Escape - A Kian Lawley Imagine

Cabin fever has set in with this lockdown going on so i've written this to distract myself from being cooped up in the house.

This is my first Kian imagine hope you guys enjoy!

This deleted twice when I tried to edit it so I gave up! I apologise for any spelling mistakes

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- (Y/N) groaned as her phone buzzed constantly on her bedside table, buzzing to the point where it was balancing on the edge when one final vibration sent it over the edge, landing on the plush carpet below. Leaning over the side of the bed she looked at the face time call coming through from Kian. A small smile growing over her face at the goofy face of her best friend. Reaching for the phone she swiped to answer letting her face fall back into her pillow, her hair which she had tied in a bun before bed had come lose and was now sticking up all over.

The call connected showing Kian sitting behind the driving wheel of a car that (Y/N) quickly realised was JC's jeep, also recognising that the car doors were gone. "Morning beautiful!" He sang making (Y/N) cringe at his energetic behaviour this early in the morning. "Morning Kian." She groaned, standing from her bed, moving at a snail like speed to her kitchen, nodding to her roommate, Abby, who was eatting a bowl of cereal while scroll on her phone. "I'm on my way to your place, be ready. We are going on an adventure." Kian smiled as he kept his eyes on the road. (Y/N) glanced down at her body the vintage denim KNJ WORLDWIDE hoodie hanging like a dress over her thighs, covering the underwear she was wearing beneath. "Boy I haven't even showered yet!" She sighed grabbing a cereal bar. "You showered last night." Kian replied simpily lifting the phone from where it was resting, bringing it closer to his face as he got stuck in traffic. "You'll need to shower again by the time i'm done with you." He smirked wiggling his eyebrows. "You'll need a doctor by the time i'm done with you." (Y/N) snapped back, really not a morning person. "Ohh Kinky!" Kian sang, putting his phone back where it was to keep driving. "I'll be at your place in twenty minutes, dress for a walk but it's warm so I recommend shorts." He grinned before hanging up.

(Y/N) sighed setting her phone on the counter turning to find Abby smirking. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow taking a bite from her bar. "What?" She asked, chewing as Abby shook her head. "Just fuck him already girl." Abby laughed as (Y/N)'s eyes widened chocking on her bar. It was no secret that Kian and (Y/N) flirted but the fact that she had been friends with him for as long as him and Jc have been friends always put her off taking it further. They had shared a few drunken kisses and even almost hooked up on Kians 21st birthday only to be interupted by Jc bustin into the room screaming that the birthday boy shouldn't leave his own party.

"He's my friend, that's it." (Y/N) groaned as a text came through. iMessage from Kiwi: Bring a swimming suit too! See you soon x With a sigh (Y/N) walked back into her room, staring at the bush on top of her head before reaching for her brush preparing to tackle the mess.

Fifteen minutes later (Y/N) had her hair in a messy bun, a pair of light wash mom shorts on with Kian's tie-dye shirt that said Whatever on it tucked into her shorts. She pulled on her white high top converse on as she sat in the middle of her bed, sighing as she stared at the laces. "I hate you..but I love you." She whispered glaring at them to be interuppted by Kians laugh filling the room. "Damn, poor shoes." He smiled, sat on the bed with his back to (Y/N) pulling her leg onto his lap, tying her lace before patting her calf, genturing for the other foot.

Smiling she swapped her feet over reaching forward to rest her chin on kians shoulder. "Thanks." She grinned as he finished typing a perfect bow, standing up to hold his hands out helping (Y/N) stand. "Got your stuff ready?" Kian asked genturing to the familiar black XPLR backpack on the floor next to her door. "Yup, ready to go." She popped the 'p' in 'yup' As Kian grabbed the back pack making (Y/N) smirk sending a sneaky snapchat to Colby, saying that Kian was a die hard fan.

"See you later Abby!" (Y/N) yelled as she walked out the door, following Kian to Jc's jeep. "So my bestie, where you taking me today?" (Y/N) smiled, climbing into the jeep, loving it when the doors were off. Climbing in Kian set (Y/N)'s backpack on the floor in the back next to his own before turning to start the car. "I found a awesome swimming hole in a forest out of the city, I wanted to show you it." He backed out of his parking space, hand resting on the back of (Y/N)'s seat as he reversed. Reaching for the Aux cord (Y/N) plugged her phone in, a grin spreading as she searched through her playlist for the perfect song.

Thirty minutes into their drive they were out of the city driving around a practically empty road, the sky a pink and purple mix as the day began. Kian was smiling at (Y/N) as she sang along to each song that came on, out of habit somewhere along the way Kians hand had rested on her thigh, only leaving to shift gears and going straight back to its spot. The leg with kians hand on it rested on the seat while her other one sat on the dashboard, she had kindly put a hoodie under it not wanting to damage Jc's baby.

"Awgh!" Hearing (Y/N) make that noise Kians head shot to face her seeing her pouting at her phone. "(Y/N)? You okay?" He asked making her look up with a grin. "I just forgot about this song!" She smiled pressing on it. As 'Classic' by MKTO came from the speakers Kian smiled leaning his head back on his head rest as he kept his eyes on the road listening to (Y/N) sing along. Her head lazily bobbing along to the beat. As she got more into the song she turned to Kian singing in his direction.

"Oh come on Kian! You remember the words!" She teased. With a hearty laugh Kian grinned singing along with her, his thumb now stroaking her thigh. (Y/N)'s eyes widened as they pulled off onto a dirt road leading into a forest. "Oh my god..this is it, you're finally going to murder me!" She cried causing Kian the laugh and nod. "Yup, nobody can hear you scream out here." He wink, his eyes going back to the road missing the red blush on (Y/N)'s cheeks, taking his statement a different way.

The song changed to a more soft acustic song (Y/N) didn't know as they drove along the dirt road, (Y/N) looked up watching the sun break through the trees as she relaxed into her seat, one hand out of the jeep weaving through the wind, the other tracing Kians fingers on her thigh.

Kian came to a stop in a small parking area that was over grown with shrubs and flowers making (Y/N) raise an eyebrow. "I think the forest park decided that this trail was too far out to maintain so they just let it go." Kian expained as he unbuckled his belt, handing (Y/N) her back pack before grabbing his own. (Y/N) got out of the jeep, walking next to Kian as he started down a trail that had clearly been left un-touched for a while. Kian lead the way, helping (Y/N) over fallen logs, holding branches out of her way and warning her about dips in the path as they went.

(Y/N) looked around, her eyes taking in the wild surrounding as she turned to look up at Kian. "How'd you find this place Kian?" She asked in a low voice, not wanting to distub the quietness. Kian poursed his lips kicking a twig as he thought out his words. "I got lost in my head one day, fighting with myself, telling myself I was failing at YouTube, I wasn't..attractive enough, I wasn't smart enough, just a bad day. So I decided to drive to focus on something else when I came across the dirt road and just started walking when I found the path, now this place is my escape...and I wanted my favourite person to share it with me." He smiled as he stopped at what looked like a dead end. Turning to a over grown tree he lifting a few lower branches revealing a swimming hole with a waterfall flowing into it.

(Y/N) gasped walking through the gap her eyes taking in the sight before her. The swimming hole was a perfect circle, one side more shallow than the other, the waterfall seemed to fall perfectly in the centre from a small cliff-like ledge, the trees around the area stood tall but a gap aloud a large ray of sunlight the beam through giving a warm glow to the area. "Kian this is beautiful!" She grinned as Kian stepped up next to her, "It is." He nodded looking around before point at a large rock that was off to the side of the water. "You can change behind there he smiled, pulling his shirt off, already in his swimming trunks. Running off quickly (Y/N) started to get changed into her Retro styple navey and white striped bikini. Kian had already walked waist deep into the water, his fingers waving through the water as he heard a soft splashing behind him he turned to see (Y/N) taking small steps into the water, her messy bun now gone, her hair cascading down her back. Holding out his hand Kian grinned at her as the walked deeper, the water hit (Y/N)'s chin as it barely touched Kians shoulders making him laugh at her. (Y/N) smirked up at him, grabbing his shoulders, dunking him under the water, squealing as Kian tired to grab her waist to pull her under with him. (Y/N) broke free from his grip swimming towards the waterfall.

She turned around, hand and feet treading the water to keep her afloat looking for Kian not seeing him anywhere. The waterfall causing bubbles under the water so she couldn't see a few feet around her. "Kian?" She called out, feeling a bit worried he hadn't come up yet. "Kia-"A scream ripped from her as her ankle was grabbed pulling her under the water.

Her eyes stung for a second as she opened them under the water, the beam of sunlight making the water as clear as the air above it, she came face to face with Kians grinning face making her shake her head before swimming back to the surface Kian following.

"Jackass." She muttered as he broke the water making him laugh, hands gripping her waist, pulling her legs to wrap around his hips. Kian kicked his legs keeping them both floating as he just enjoyed (Y/N)'s presence, her mind clearly occupied by looking around the forest. Kian took the time to take in all her features, the smile that stopped his heart, the nose that scruched when he told a bad joke, the cheeks he cant stop himself from kissing when he's in a drunken haze. He bit his lip as her eyes met his, her eye lashes dripping water, making them look longer and fuller, making her eyes look bigger.

(Y/N)'s head tilted to the side as she looked at Kian, a blush on her cheeks from his intense stare. "What's the matter?" She asked, taking one of her hands off his shoulders to push his hair back out of his face. "Nothing...I'm just in love with you." Kian smiled as (Y/N)'s face turned to shock, the hand in his hair gripping a few strands. "I'm in love with you (Y/N)." He whispered nudging his nose against hers. "I think I always have been." He finished pushing his lips against her, unable to contain the noise of satisfaction from escaping as she moved her lips back against his. Her hand gripping tighter as Kians hands moved to grip her thighs.

Pulling back (Y/N) giggled pressing a quick kiss to his lips before leaning her forehead against his. "I love you too." She grinned as Kian pulled her back into another kiss, getting lost in their own little world.

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yiangchen · 5 years

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random thoughts while watching the 100 6x01:

—that raven and abby scene! yes, raven. fucking drag her.

—everyone snapping at clarke like children is…annoying to say the least, but bellamy is by her side, defending her, so i’ll take it.

—the rumors were true?? e.cho is also defending clarke??? meaning echo has recognized that she’s no better??? meaning…dare i say it…character development?? what a fucking concept. (edit: i’ve since seen a post about how she’s only acting this way because bellamy is around, and yeah, that actually seems a lot more likely lmao. also, it would further support my theory i had last season that e.cho is only a good person when bellamy’s around.)

—shaw telling clarke that she “hasn’t done anything yet” and then .2 seconds later she proceeds to risk her life to try and save his. she fails, but ends up saving everyone else. yet again. love my girl. saving people despite how much shit they give her.

—emori always smiles when she lands on a new planet. i love that this is A Thing. she’s adorable.

—BELLAMY SCREAMING AT CLARKE TO GET BACK PARALLELS HIM YELLING WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN 4X12 WHEN SHE TOOK OFF HER HELMET AND RISKED HER LIFE TO GIVE EMORI HER SUIT

—i just love the vibe of the new planet so much

—murphy pulling emori into the water was so fucking cute

—e.cho, i’m starting to warm up to you…stop telling bellamy he needs to bring his sister back into his life and forgive her!

—MILLER IS BACK. MILLAMY IS BACK.

—just so many little blarke moments!

—also! so many shots of bellamy, e.cho and clarke standing together!!

—people are gonna be mad over “who understands forgiveness more than us?” and okay, valid, but like…this is so obviously hinting at how she has no idea of the depth of bellamy and clarke’s relationship. because forgiveness has always been blarke’s thing. and don’t even fight me on this. blecho’s story involving forgiveness happened entirely off screen, whereas bellarke’s has been entirely on screen, from day 1.

—jordan getting emotional about his parents! I’M NOT OKAY

—“yours too, murphy.” yes, clarke! fight back! before this, she was just letting everyone yell at her, but now she’s fighting back and i love it. makes for a far more interesting storyline.

—BELLAMY TELLING CLARKE SHAW WILL COME AROUND AND THAT EVERYONE ELSE WILL TOO PARALLELS SHE’LL COME AROUND AND SEE HOW SPECIAL YOU ARE I’M NOT CRYING YOU ARE

—the casual blarke touches are back!

—they’re also just such a team. i really missed that.

—“look, i do hate to make this about us—“ “then don’t.” MAYBE CLARKE SNAPPED AND MAYBE IM FUCKING LIVING FOR IT

—clarke just shoved murphy lmfao. yes, babe. fucking fight back.

—murphy also ripping on miller??? interesting. so both clarke and miller are being attacked. please tell me this means we’ll be seeing them bond over this! i would love that. i miss their friendship.

—bellamy supporting emori! they’re so underrated!

—“right. destroy the world, two hundred years later they put you on a flag. see? hope for us yet.” BELLAMYYYY OH MY GODD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

—OK BUT WHEN BELLAMY SAYS THAT LINE ^^^ HE NUDGES CLARKE’S LEG WITH HIS RIFLE. THAT’S ADORABLE. WISH I WASN’T SCREAMING.

—bellamy: *says they should do smth* clarke: *agrees in the name of doing better like monty asked of them* murphy: *does the exact opposite* clarke and bellamy: *share a look, like really??? what did we /just/ say???

—hate both octagon and kane…but kane is right. everything octagon did was for power and that’s canon because she burned the farm. nothing else in that convo matters to me. i really appreciate that it was clearly stated that octagon is fucking lost.

—murphy singing to emori and trying to get her to dance with him. my heart.

—CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW CLARKE DOESNT WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH MURPHY RN AND YET HE’S THE EXCUSE SHE CHOSE TO RUN FROM THAT CONVO/MOMENT WITH BELLAMY

—“keep each other safe” (abby to jackson and miller) and “take care of each other” (abby to blarke) have the same energy

—THE FADE FROM BELLAMY TO CLARKE WHEN HE TRIES TO RADIO RAVEN AND THERE’S NO ANSWER

—love how clarke walks into the building and bellamy literally follows barely over a MINUTE later. like,, he was sitting with his actual gf on the swings, but then he realized clarke was missing and instantly went looking for her??? he’s so aware of her??? he’s so adamant about making sure she’s okay??? i’m crying??

—THE RADIO CALLS SCENE IS THE SOFTEST THEY’VE EVER BEEN AND WOW ARE THEY IN LOVE

—BUT FR THOUGH WHY IS BELLAMY SO BLATANTLY FLIRTING???? LIKE DOES HE NOT EVEN REALIZE???

—the person bellamy and clarke looked to when the ship was landing was each other

—why am i getting so emo just about blarke’s hands up close in the same shot, even when they’re not touching???

—wow, bellamy really does say clarke’s name the softest

—OKAY BUT WHY IS BELLAMY ALWAYS BETWEEN CLARKE AND E.CHO?? THE LOVE TRIANGLE IS SO OBVIOUS

—bellamy rushing to murphy and practically cradling him in his arms??? catch me crying

—clarke’s hand on bellamy’s back here is so unnecessary

—the way bellamy looks at clarke when they’re first leaving the ship and how he’s by her side and not e.cho’s

—that ending was fucking insane and i loved it

—hi, yes. s6 is already s5’s superior

#s6 #the 100 #the 100 spoilers #bellarke #i love soulmates #octagon #anti e.cho #anti blecho

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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.

-----

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.

----

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.

----

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.

------

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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