#I NEED IT TO BE A SERIESSSS

[tsuisuta]

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[loveyouprongs]

bringing up baby part 1

remus lupin x whimsical fem!reader | Buttoned-up grad student Remus Lupin has the rare chance to work under one of the top scholars in the country. But his carefully laid plans keep getting derailed by the scholar’s free-spirited whirlwind of a daughter who seems determined to unravel both his plans and his sanity.

upcoming content: mentions of alcohol

authors note: thank you to @oldhollywoodniall for requesting this! my first seriessss!!! i hope you like it :) it’s inspired by the 1938 movie of the same title! it’s so adorable, it’s cary grant as a straight laced academic and katharine hepburn as a whimsical romantic and all the hijinks they get into! I'M SO EXCITED THIS IS MY FIRST SERIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥂🥂🥂🥂

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Remus took a steadying breath and fixed his eyes on the gilded doors ahead. This was just another room. Just another room full of people with expensive shoes and sharper minds, maybe, but people all the same. He’d practiced what he wanted to say. He knew Binns’ work like the back of his hand, and he looked, objectively, quite presentable. Not remarkable, he wouldn’t go that far, but tidy enough. Reasonably confident. Academically unthreatening in a way that might actually help.

He could do this.

He was two full seconds into that rare sense of mental composure when a hand smacked the back of his head.

“Sorry, Moons,” Sirius said, not sounding sorry at all. “That was obviously meant for James.”

“What the hell?” James stepped back, affronted. “Why are you trying to hit me?”

“Because,” Sirius said, already reaching again, “I know you used the last of my hair mousse! Your hair is NOT that naturally luxurious. I know a fraudulent bounce when I see one.”

James dodged right and shoved Remus into the line of fire with one smooth motion. “He’s closer. Hit him instead!"

Remus closed his eyes. shoving James' arms off of him, “Oh my god. I can’t believe I brought you two.”

“You say that,” Sirius said, adjusting the lapels of his jacket, “but without us, you’d still be standing in the flat, fucking hyperventilating into a paper bag.”

Remus flushed, because he wasn’t entirely wrong.

James, softer, bumped his shoulder against Remus’. “We’re here for support, mate."

"And selfishly, I want to be there from the start. When you’re a world-famous historian, I want it on record that I stood by you through the awkward beginning, boring mixers with your scruffy fringe!"

Remus deadpanned, deciding to ignore the quip about his hair, “I don’t think historians become famous.”

“Well,” James said, grinning, “then you’ll be the first.”

Remus huffed, more out of affection than exasperation. They reached the edge of the crowd, the soft jazz and swirl of candlelight spilling from the room beyond. Robes rustled like paper. The scent of old books and spiced wine hung in the air.

He paused and turned to his friends, who despite being utter nuisances most of the time, were still his very best friends, and he was glad they were there for him. A safe space he could run to that would aid him in drowning his sorrows if he made a complete fool of himself tonight.

“Final outfit check?” he asked, quieter now.

Sirius stepped in, considered him with a critical eye, and unfastened the second button of his shirt. “There. Now you look less like you're going to a funeral and more like a tenured professor with a scandalous past.”

Remus gave him a flat look, but he didn’t fix the button.

“We’ll be at the bar,” Sirius added, clapping him once on the back. “If you need someone to talk you up, or pretend you’re more interesting than you are.”

“I don’t-”

“Shhh,” Sirius whispered, already walking away.

James offered one last encouraging grin before following him. Remus adjusted his cuffs, lifted his chin, and stepped into the crowd, the noise folding over him like a wave.

He could do this.

He had to.

Remus was trying, honestly, truly, with everything he had in him! not to sweat through his shirt. The hall was warm, the crowd too dense, and someone had spilled something sticky near the entrance that now clung to the soles of his shoes like guilt.

This was fine. He was fine. He’d been preparing for this for months. He had backup parchment in his pocket. He had mentally rehearsed his opening line to Professor Binns exactly forty-seven times. He had flossed. He was ready.

He was also walking directly into a pack of contenders.

Charles Burke stood at the foot of the stairs in full academic regalia, even though robes weren’t technically required tonight. Probably wanted to remind everyone that he had a lineage and wasn’t afraid to use it. Dottie Fenwick was holding court by the floating wine decanter, surrounded by a circle of admirers as she casually name-dropped committee chairs and made academic nepotism sound like a family reunion.

Remus tried to keep his pace even, dignified. He imagined himself as a very serious, very capable person, the sort of person who was asked to edit Binns’ work, not just alphabetize it. The assistantship was for Binns’ in-progress encyclopedic catalogue of British Magical History. A hundred years of material, minimum. And if Remus got it, he’d be reading original manuscripts, categorizing war-time spell development trends, probably translating some 14th-century folklore if he was lucky. It was a once-in-a-career opportunity. Or once-in-a-lifetime, depending on how well this went.

He wondered if it was too late to turn around and hide in the coatroom.

No. Absolutely not. He was here. He was doing this. All he had to do was locate Binns, say something brilliant and humble, maybe reference the footnote on dragon labor strikes in Volume VI, and avoid being too obviously undercaffeinated.

He was halfway through mentally crafting a line about subversive spells in peasant revolts when something tapped his arm.

Remus let the featherlight touch roll off his back, chalking it up to someone brushing past him.

He kept walking. Another tap, more purposeful. This time at the elbow.

He glanced down, not expecting to see a glittery rainbow manicured hand.

A hand that was very clearly batting at the loose thread on his sleeve.

“Oh, um, can I help you?” he began, but the hand was already back, more insistent this time.

“You oughta hold still,” the owner of the hand said beside him, cheerful and wholly unconcerned. “I’m trying to fix this.”

Remus looked up and found you beside him, calm as anything, studying his sleeve like it had personally offended you. He squinted his eyes and found a miniscule thread hanging from the sleeve of his blazer.

You weren’t exactly smiling, but there was a kind of pleased mischief about your expression, like fixing this thread was the most natural thing in the world, and he was the one being difficult about it.

“I, what?” he asked, helplessly. “Why are you-”

“If you would just hold still,” you said, with the exact exasperated tone one might use on a particularly unhelpful cat, “I could fix this.”

“I—I don’t think that’s nec—what are you doing?” Remus stammered, recoiling slightly as your face drew even nearer.

You ignored him entirely, eyes fixed on the offending thread. “It’ll only take a second. Biting is faster and cleaner, arguably!”

Remus sputtered. Actually sputtered. He had been preparing to talk about goblin tax revolts and now someone was threatening to gnaw on his jacket.

His buffering was the perfect opportunity, you thought, insides lightly fizzing with amusement as the boy who towered over you was positively scatterbrained.

With the ease of someone who had long stopped checking whether her behavior was socially acceptable, you caught his arm again, held it steady, and brought it level with your mouth. Remus could only stare, horror blooming in his chest as you tilted your head, examined the thread with a kind of academic focus, and then, unbelievably, leaned in.

“Wait! No, don’t, please don’t!”

“It’s fine,” you said calmly, already biting. “Honestly, you’re making this far more dramatic than it needs to be!” You muttered as you clenched your teeth together, pulling back with the thread between them.

You weren't even particularly close to skin, but enough to make Remus jolt like you’d doused him in cold water, or like an electric shock, No, he thought, cold water. Freezing cold water. You straightened before he could stop you, holding the thread up like a prized specimen, entirely pleased with yourself.

“There,” you said, flicking the thread toward the nearest plant. “All better. Honestly, you should be thanking me, it was about to unravel into a tragedy.”

“You—you bit me!”

“No, I didn't,” you said indignantly, already adjusting the shoulder of his jacket. “I bit the thread. It’s completely different. If I’d bit you, we’d be engaged. Or cursed. Or maybe both, depending on the mood of the room, but I think we’re safe.”

Remus could only gape at you as you looked at him, matter-of-factly. You stood before him, donning a gold colored gown that slightly puffed out with tulle at the waist. Your hair, an explosion of curls, that framed your face, your multi-colored nails, did they just change colors? Remus thought, combed through them.

"Besides," you began, "you should be thanking me! What would you have done if I hadn’t been here? Just walked around like that? Unraveling in front of important academics?”

He rubbed a hand over his face, growing more exasperated with every second, he hadn't prepared for this. What is going on? “I was not unraveling.”

Remus looked around to see if maybe he somehow fell down a rabbit hole, and that's why you were speaking to him as if you both were in a different reality.

“You were absolutely unraveling,” you replied, brushing off his shoulder like you’d just saved him from public disgrace. “And I can’t have Evan Rosier—Evan Rosier, of all people—thinking I’d go out with a boy with loose threads on his jacket. Imagine the precedent that would set."

That did it.

Remus straightened like he’d been yanked upright by a string, jaw tightening. “We are not going out.” He said in the same way a parent spoke while telling off their child.

You blinked at him, all wide-eyed mischief and mild amusement. “Well, no, obviously not, but we’re pretending to-”

“No. No, we’re not,” Remus said, already backing up a step like that would somehow physically distance him from the madness unraveling in front of him. “I am not pretending, I’m not involved, I haven’t agreed to anything, you can’t just declare someone your boyfriend!"

You tilted your head, only half-listening now. You could practically see the bullet points unrolling behind his eyes.

“I had an agenda,” he went on, spiraling. “I had talking points. I did not schedule time for, for thread-biting! Or charades! Or public declarations of fabricated affection in front of, Merlin, I don’t even know where Evan Rosier is! And frankly I don’t want to know, and I haven’t even spoken to Professor Binns yet, who I am here to see, by the way, not you!”

He winced halfway through the sentence, suddenly aware of his own voice, he was angry, but never one to be without manners. “I mean—offense not intended. You seem very… very…”

He trailed off, clearly searching for something both accurate and non-insulting.

Your jaw dropped in theatrical horror. “How rude! I give you five minutes of my very best company and you can’t even come up with a single charming adjective? Not one? I was going to say you had a nice jaw!”

Remus would’ve felt bad, truly, he would!, if you hadn’t burst into giggles halfway through, delighted at your own outburst.

"That’s not the point," he sighed, "I’m here to speak with Professor Binns-”

You smirked.

It was subtle. Barely there. But unmistakable. The kind of smile people wore when they knew something no one else in the room did, and were enjoying it immensely.

Remus, tragically oblivious, forged ahead.

“about the assistantship, the historical catalogue project, which is very serious, very competitive, and—surprise!—does not include fake relationships, or magical wardrobe repairs, or being mistaken for anyone’s emotional support date.”

“Never said you were emotionally supportive,” you mused. “You’re more… scenic. A visual asset. Very professorial.”

“I don’t care if people think I invented goblin poetry,” he snapped, eyes wide, voice high and a bit cracked at the edges. “I am not playing along with whatever whimsical detour you’ve designed for my evening. No one warned me about whimsical detours. There was no mention of them in the pamphlet.”

“Just for tonight,” you said, cheerful as ever. “Or the next hour. Or until Evan decides someone else is his soulmate and starts writing haikus to them instead. Honestly, I’m flexible.”

Remus let out the sort of laugh that meant he was not laughing.

He turned sharply on his heel and stormed off, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like, “I need a drink. Or a Portkey. Or a bloody time machine.”

You watched him go with your hands clasped neatly behind your back, still smiling to yourself. Not smug, just pleased. The secret curled behind your teeth like sugar on the tongue.

You liked the look of him. Not just his commanding, long-limbed frame, or soft dirty blonde hair (though that helped) but the way he said things like “emotional support date” with a straight face and the air of someone who’d never been more inconvenienced in his life.

Remus made it five paces before curiosity, traitorous and insistent, tapped on his shoulder. He didn’t look back, not exactly. That would be obvious! But he did slow, just enough to glance into the reflection of a decorative suit of armor, angled slightly to the left. The armor, unhelpfully, was fogged from someone’s spilled drink

He tried again, peering into a nearby windowpane as he passed, catching only a vague smear of gold tulle and motion. You were still there. Still watching him. Not offended, not huffy, not even particularly surprised. Just… interested. Like you were actively trying to figure him out. Like he was the most interesting person in the room.

He hated that it made his ears go pink.

Remus tugged at his sleeve and marched off toward the far end of the hall, trying to summon the ghost of his original confidence. Professor Binns, thankfully, was exactly where he’d hoped, nursing a drink near the arched fireplace by the bar where James was throwing pretzels in the air, trying to catch them in his mouth, Sirius must've been only a couple drinks in as he was thoroughly entertained. Two-drink Sirius was a giggler, Remus thought as he watched them from the corner of his eye as he approached the professor.

This was it, this was his chance.

He straightened his spine, smoothed his sleeves, and marched toward Professor Binns, rehearsing the revised version of his introduction in his head (“Hello, sir, sorry I’m late, I was waylaid by a girl who bit me- no, that won’t do-”).

“Professor Binns?” Remus said, straightening his shoulders.

The old fellow turned with the air of someone mildly surprised to still be receiving visitors. “Mr. Lupin,” Binns said, his voice pleasantly dry. “I'd been hoping to see you!"

From over his shoulder, Remus saw James turn, clearly having heard the praise and sent Remus a huge smile and two goofy thumbs up. Remus ignored it as best as he could, he couldn't deal with anymore silliness in one evening.

"Thank you, sir," Remus said softly, wringing his hands with new found nerves, "I was hoping to-"

“Ask about the assistantship, I assume? Quite a few of you here tonight hoping to pin your name to the margins of history.” Binns chuckled to himself, a sound like rustling paper. “Walk with me, Lupin.”

They began to move slowly along the edge of the crowd, Remus answering questions and nodding where appropriate, his nerves easing with every step. He brought up obscure archival processes, lightly referenced spell classification errors in pre-Ministry records, even managed a laugh when Binns made a joke about poltergeists as research assistants.

This was going well.

“And of course,” Binns said, pausing near the dessert table, “you’d be spending a great deal of time in my office, if you’re selected.”

“Yes, sir, I understand,” Remus said quickly, that was no problem to him.

Professor Binns gave him a knowing look, then turned with a faint grunt of effort. “Come along, then. I’ll give you a quick tour of the staff offices. Most of my papers and current research are stored there. Spell-locks, some charmed filing systems—nothing too exciting unless you’re in love with parchment.”

Remus startled into step beside him, nodding. He’s speaking like I’ve already got it. Like this is happening. Like I’m not just here to audition but to begin.

Sirius, who was shamelessly eavesdropping, was now pumping his fist in the air, a fairly accurate portrayal of how Remus felt on the inside.

“You with me, Lupin?”

Remus, who had briefly dissociated into a vision of himself singlehandedly preserving magical labor history, blinked. “Oh, yes, sir. Sorry, what was that last part?”

“Ah.” Binns adjusted his glasses with a knuckle. “Only that my research is largely confidential, of course. So don’t be surprised if you see a young lady hanging about my office. That would be my daughter," he said flippantly.

“Oh. Alright,” Remus said easily, he didn't really care, but he catalogued it anyway, just in case that information would somehow be useful to him in the future.

“Pumpkin?” Binns called, peering at the crowded hall, suddenly spotting whoever he was looking for. “Come here. I want you to meet Remus Lupin. He may very well be working with me this year.”

Remus turned, already smiling a little, politely preparing himself for a bored teenager or perhaps a mild-mannered girl in spectacles—

But you stepped forward.

Instead, his stomach dropped.

Oh no.

No, no, no.

A hurricane wrapped in gold, with an infuriatingly smug little smile to top it all off came waltzing towards them.

Remus’s heart plunged into his shoes. He’d ruined it. She was going to tell her father about how he’d basically scolded her, how he’d —not once, but twice— rejected her (despite it being over a fake relationship!), how he’d looked at her like she was certifiably insane and then marched off like a man personally wronged by whimsy.

She was going to sink him before he even got the chance to board the ship.

“Oh—” Remus managed.

You beamed. “Remus was it? Lovely to meet you!”

Remus made a strangled noise that might’ve been words. He could feel heat flooding his collar, as if Sirius was giving him one his infamous horrible neck massages.

“Your sleeve stitches are so tidy. Don’t you think, father?"

Your father just rolled his eyes, something he probably did maybe fifty times a day when you were around. You were used to the fond exasperation. He was used to your unrelenting theatricality. After all, you had gotten it from somewhere!

"Yes, yes, lovely tailoring. You see what I have to put up with, Mr. Lupin?" Your father asked and you could do nothing but look up at Remus with a squirming smile, seeing how he was malfunctioning in real time.

"I-it's nice to meet you..." Remus trailed off.

You told him your name, following it with, "but don't call me pumpkin!"

Remus nodded almost furiously, and well that just wouldn't do. Where was the man who spoke to you so boldly earlier? Now he was looking at you as if you were your father. Someone he owed something to and had to impress. You bit your lip, trailing his frame up and down, Oh, it'll be fun to tear that down.

Binns, unmoved, added, “You’d be seeing quite a lot of her around my office, if you’re selected for the position. Which, between us, is looking rather likely.”

Remus made another sound, possibly a vowel? His insides were stuttering with being overwhelmed, so much had happened in such a short amount of time. Maybe it was a good thing James and Sirius were watching them, unblinkingly, they could give him a rundown.

“I’ll be seeing you around then, Mr. Lupin,” you said, eyes sparkling, your smile widening like a cat curling into the sun.

With a final nod and a promise to reach out with the details, Remus watched you and your father, his new boss, move back into the thick of the hall. Your father shook his cane at a group of young students standing in the way, who scattered like mice, and Remus couldn't help but let out a breathless laugh. You followed at a skip, wiggling your fingers in front of his face to show off your color-changing nails like a child with a new toy.

It was Remus' turn to watch you walk away this time.

"M-a-a-a-a-te!!!!" Sirius’s voice slammed into him like a Quaffle to the ribs. An arm swung heavily around his shoulder, “You got it! You got it, didn’t you?”

All Remus could do was nod, letting himself for the first time that night, enjoy himself. He was the one who did all the work, why is it that only his friends seemed to be celebrating?

"WE KNEW IT!" James yelled, clearly unaware of his own volume.

“And you didn’t pass out, cry, or say anything embarrassing,” Sirius added, counting on his fingers, barking out a drunken laugh, the scent of lemon drops wafting around him.

“CONGRATULTIONS,” James grinned, not far behind Sirius. “WE’LL THROW YOU A PARTY!! OH, I KNOW LILS WILL GET RIGHT ON IT!"

Remus, still faintly spinning, exhaled. “I need a chair.”

“You need a drink!” Sirius said. “And maybe a fainting couch.”

Remus was inclined to agree.

Whatever he’d expected this night to be, it wasn’t this. And whatever this was — this position, this assistantship, this future — it was already shaping up to be a lot more than he’d bargained for.

part two ->

[jorenilee]

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[sturnschris]

not my type | intro

pairings : cocky!chris x confidentsmart!reader

i like structure. i like quiet. i like getting things done right the first time. chris sturniolo is the frat boy of my nightmares—loud, messy, lazy, and definitely not my type.

so naturally, we got paired together for the biggest project of the semester.

four weeks. one grade. and no murder charges—hopefully.

WARNINGS : none for this swearing maybe

A/N : AAAAAAA FIRST EVER SERIESSSS

“okay, so who can answer—ah, yes, apple?”

of course everyone was already looking at you. and of course you answered correctly.

“yes, that’s very good,” the professor said, smiling like she hadn’t already called on you five times this week. “now, does everyone understand how we got to this answer?”

you were already turning your head, eyes landing right on chris struniolo—slouched in his seat like he owned the room, sunglasses pushed up into his messy hair.

his hand went up with zero hesitation. “i don’t,” he said, smirking. “how ‘bout apple walks up to the board and teaches me?”

you scoffed, loud enough for the row in front of you to hear, and rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt.

you push your chair back with a sigh and walk to the board, your boots hitting the floor harder than necessary. you pick up the marker like it personally offended you and start explaining the answer—clean, direct, the way she likes it.

“you get it?” you ask, turning to face him, already knowing the answer.

chris leans back in his chair, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, and shakes his head slow.

“nope.”

your jaw tenses.

the teacher steps in, clearly losing patience. “well then, i’ll explain it to you. there’s no need to hold up the whole class, is there, chris?”

he doesn’t answer her. just pokes his tongue into his cheek and keeps his eyes locked on you.

another slow shake of his head.

but this time, it’s not to answer the question.

“you’ll have four weeks to finish this project, which will, for most of you, determine whether you pass or fail the class.”

a few people shift in their seats. some look down. a couple even sigh.

you? couldn’t relate.

your grade was fine. more than fine. this project wasn’t going to make or break anything for you.

but something told you your partner wasn’t going to make it easy.

“okay, tom and lisa, and uh… lastly: chris and apple.”

your head snapped up so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash.

your eyes widened—what?

you glanced at the professor like maybe she was joking. maybe there was another apple in the room.

there wasn’t.

and behind you, chris let out the most dramatic, “you’ve got to be kidding me” groan, like he was the victim here.

your hands clenched in your lap.

this was hell. actual hell.

you push your chair back and stand up, brushing your hands over your skirt like it’ll help you stay calm—which it won’t.

you stride straight to miss mindy’s desk at the front, ignoring the way half the class watches you like it’s the most entertainment they’ve had all semester.

she’s already looking at you, pen paused mid-grade like she expected this.

“how—ugh—can you pair me with that—that idiot?” you mutter, voice low but sharp.

she hums, not even looking fazed.

“because,” she says simply, “you might learn something about patience.”

you blink at her in disbelief.

chris is suddenly right behind you, his voice already loud and dramatic before you can even spin around.

“i cannot work with this tight-ass—”

“you will do it together,” miss mindy cuts in sharply, not even blinking, “or you both fail.”

your jaw drops. actually drops.

“w-what?” you breathe, eyebrows shooting up.

she raises one brow, staring you down like she’s daring you to test her.

like she wants you to try.

you blink once. then twice.

this was it. this was your villain origin story.

you spin around, fully prepared to hiss at him under your breath, but chris is already smirking.

“lookin’ forward to our little study dates, apple,” he murmurs low enough for just you to hear, voice laced with amusement.

you grit your teeth. “you’re not touching a single page.”

he shrugs, hands in his pockets, still grinning like the fucking cheshire cat. “good thing i wasn’t planning to.”

the bell rings.

you grab your tote and practically storm out, but of course—of course—you hear his footsteps fall into place beside yours before you’re even halfway down the hall.

“so… your place or mine?”

“if you think i’m going to that stupid frat house you guys live in, you’re actually insane.”

chris just smirks, like he expected that answer.

“so what i’m hearing is… you want me at your place, huh?”

you roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts and keep walking, not even bothering to respond.

he trails after you, still grinning like he’s already won.

“you got a guest room, or should i just use yours?”

“you are not sleeping at my house, chris,” you snap, spinning around just long enough to glare at him.

his grin only widens. “didn’t say sleep, but damn—now i’m thinking about it.”

you groan, turning back around and walking faster.

“you’re disgusting.”

“and you’re stuck with me, apple.”

he whistles low. “gonna be a fun four weeks.”

you freeze mid-step, whip around, and stare at him like he’s just suggested murder.

“no chance in hell you’re sleeping at my house for four weeks. are you crazy?”

chris just smirks, all teeth and smugness, and shrugs like it’s out of his hands.

“i mean… we do have to pass. if not, we might fail,” he says, mock-serious, like he’s really concerned.

“gotta do what it takes, apps.”

he winks. “sacrifice for the team, y’know?”

you narrow your eyes at him. “you’re unbelievable.”

he raises his eyebrows, waiting.

you exhale, already regretting it. “fine.”

his grin grows instantly.

“can’t wait, roomie.”

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[miniaturesuitgladiator]

please please pleaseeeeee I beg of u tell me ur continuing your the mortal kombat seriessss

Yes! Actually I am! And I'm sorry I haven't been replying to your comment of you are who I think you are! 🤣 I've just need busy I promise! At this point I figured everyone just forgot about this series so thank you for giving me motivation!

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[sparklyskies0]

𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜...🍯

❛ 𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 ❜

𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 chris is a well known dealer in town. Multiple clients with good reviews and a hell of a reputation. Has no care in the world and does whatever and whoever he wants. Some will say almost every girl you see has been touched by him. That’s just the kind of dude he is— that was until of course, honey. So sweet she could rot your teeth. She changed everything for chris, his whole perspective on relationships and how pointless casual fucks truly are. The no-strings attached rule simply didn’t apply. He didn’t want to let her go, ever. Though they’re completely different, honey can’t help but feel drawn to the outlaw boy. Maybe it’s the drugs? how he gives no fucks? how good the sex is? or maybe it’s because she’s familiar with the dealing game and feels at home. Her scary and protective older brother happens to be chris’s drug dealing rival. Constantly fighting him over which streets he owns and clients they have. He’s never hated anyone more. Chris sturniolo is practically the enemy in her family. What happens when the two can’t stay away from eachother despite her brothers threats?.

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬

honey. lipgloss. flowers. books. messy hair. music. sex. cars. badboys. journaling. candles. money. jewerly. swimming. photography. makeup. tattoos. fashion. chris. stubborn. wild. sensitive. innocent. carefree.

dealer chris. drugs. sex. money. parties. driving. fashion. sleeping. good girls. honey. rebellious. intrusive. childish. tattoos.

Authors Note ᥫ᭡

new seriessss

i rlly need to get better

at these but fuck it atp

comment to be in the taglist!!!

xoxo paris

[pastelpousay]

IS YOUR HERCULES OC ALSO A GOD? What do they do? (Apologies, I'm not very knowledgeable on Hercules lore-)

Also, I've heard the show wasn't half bad! Have you seen it?

HIHII THANKS SMMM FOR ASKING!!

LOWK BEEN WANTING TO DISCUSS THIS LATELY CUZ THE THOUGHT HAS BEEN POPPING UP IN MY MIND IN THE PAST FEW DAYS.

In short no my Hercules Oc isn’t a God (yet 😁), she’s currently a mortal, although after some time and the two of them finally settling down and all I’d imagine Hades would 1. Slips her some ambrosia without her knowing 💀😭 likely when she’s ill or say she were on the verge of death 😭 (ik he could just bring her back but if he saw her like literally die he would never want to see that happen again so yea 😭)

Or 2. Maybe during or after their Wedding.

Not that’s just Rina being immortal not necessarily a god, if she were a god maybe like a goddess of Fungus(I may go into deeper meaning as to ‘why this?’ but yea) or something 😭 (and by default a goddes of death. AUGDHEJEJ IM SORRY UNDERWORLD QUEEEN RINA— also Hades calling Rina his Goddess >>> sorry I had to just let that out)

ALTHOUGH IM FEELING KINDA INSPIRED BY THE BOOK OF LIFE RN (I need to rewatch that movie) I know Hades name (or a few of his names) mean ‘Hidden one’ or ‘One who is hidden’ or something along the lines of that, so maybe Like how Xibalba from the Book of Life is controlling the land of the forgotten, While Rina is like La Muerte and takes control off the other half, Idk it’s just a thought it’s not all necessarily planned out yet 😭😭 idk what part of the underworlds there are, especially in Hercules (Ik there’s Elysian and Tartarus but Ik there’s more. Sorry I’m not that educated in Greek mythology 😭😭) so yea it’s not all that thought out but Hades and Rina would definitely have their Dynamic though UGHSHSJJWJS.

ALSO YESS THE SERIESSSS, I haven’t watch all of it (in fact I skipped through majority of the episodes just to see Hades 💀💀 like if there was a scene with Hades in it I was only watching for that 💀) I honestly think it’s not that bad, some of the scenes are lowkey freaky like Disney studios what was going on. LIKE I SPECIFICALLY REMEMBER FORCING MY FRIEND TO WATCH THIS SHOW WITH ME AND ALL OF A FUCKING SUDDEN ZEUS IS OVER HERE SAYING HES SEXY AND SWAYING HIS HIPS?? LIKE WHAT 💀💀 ZEUS STFU BUT YK WHO IS SEXY?!? UR BROTHER SO SHUT THAT MOUF-

Sorry I went on a bit of a tangent but yeayyyyy!!

THANK YOU SMM FOR THE ASK AGAIN :D!! I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!!

[vad-hander]

when will you post the pt.3 of HIM seriessss

good questiooooon, the date's not set yet

I'm planning for it to come out of the drafts within june 🤞

I have 3 different stories on 5k marks that I need to finalize (they're all about jaehyun lol). One of those drafts is Him

+ I have over 130k words for let's keep it secret that I also need to finish before I start to post it...

but, unfortunately, again, I'm feeling kinda insecure about my writing, so I've been putting off finishing any of the fics 😭

[xoluvx]

Baby, you're giving us a heads up before we get to the last part of lunch, right? I swear to god, this sereis is giving me life!!! I need to get fucking mentally prepared for the end! I love all your stories, but this one is extra special.

hi baby ofc i'll give ya'll a heads up before it finishes. i have no plans on finishing it any time soon.. so you can still enjoy.

i love you so fucking much, thank you for loving this seriessss!!

[blahhhhhhhohmigosh]

Day 2, Some adding touches.

Summary: Mikey is making the decorations though suddenly Leo decides to add something, not to the cards but to the mood.

A/n: DAY 2 OF THIS SERIESSSS! Gosh I can't belive I will be writing every day for those 24 (now 23) days! Well enjoy!! TCESTERS AND PROSHIPERS DNI.

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Leo

Warnings: Just tickles! Not your story? Well it's fine! Bye bye and see you next time but for now enjoy!!

It was the 2 day of December, so just 24 days away from Christmas!! Mikey didn't waste no time and started making decorations, papper Christmas trees, some fake candles, a 3d origami shelf elf, some papper bells, a 3d snow man, basically arts and crafts! He had soo many ideas in mind but one of them was to finger paint a Christmas tree, he took out his paint and started finger painting the big canvas.

Leo on the other hand was playing basketball, suddenly he hear a loud yell of annoyance.

🧡: SERIOUSLY!?!?!

That made Leo lose focus and look at the direction of the sound as the basketball bounced from the basket and hit Leo on his forehead as he whined in pain.

💙:AWOOOU!

He whined as he sat on his butt glaring at the basketball before standing up and going to his little brothers room, there he could see his youngest brother staring at the canvas, there was a Christmas tree yea but some red paint spilled onto the canvas and it spilled on half of the picture. Mikey looked up at the red eared slider before he said.

🧡:Oh- uh hi Leo!-

He said with a fake smile as the red slider sat next to him and asked.

💙: Hi lil bro what's up?

🧡:*groan* it's just that I spilled red paint on ma painting...I worked so hard on it!...

Mikey groaned as he was now in a bad mood, Leo felt bad, Mikey was his youngest brother! He always was a sunshine unless something he did is ruined, so he decided to turns his frown upside down as he took a paint brush and said.

💙:Maybe there is a way to fix it...

🧡:Leo come on I know you're mostly the "hype man" but I don't think any puns will help this situation-

💙:OH stop being sooo moody! You know what? I see you need some smile on your face and I know how to fix that!

Leo said confidently as he placed his hands onto his hips and smirked proudly as Mikey asked.

🧡:...How?-

💙:Ama show you! C'mon here!

He said pulling Mikey into a hug as he started brushing Mikeys sides with the paint brush as Mikey started giggling.

🧡:Leheho!! Whahhat ahahre youhu dohohoing???

💙:Painting your mood now shush younger brother ama change your color scheme!

The red slider puned as he started scribbling Mikeys shell with the paint brush making Mikey giggle his bubbly laughter while squirming.

🧡:Leheheho!! *hic* SThohoOp!

The box slider pleaded as Leo just started brushing his younger brothers legs with the paint brush as Leo chuckled and said.

💙:Wooow you're really painting yourself a smile there!~

He was teasing the poor box turtle, the box turtle was laughing in hysterics before the red slider stopped and said.

💙:Now let's ACTUALLY paint.

As Mikey sat next to him Leo outlined the red paint that covered the Christmas tree making a cool outline in red of the Christmas tree, making the cabanas half normal and half red zoned. Mikey smiled and hugged his older brother as he thanked him.

🧡:Thanks Leo!

💙:No problem lil bro, no problem.

[yarii0]

ALMOST forgot about this blog thing, so I'm going to try using this more often than instagram!

Literally no clue how to properly post things but let's start with a simple and short get to know me kinda thing yeah? XD!

I'm 18, my bday's 6/29. I got three feral insane cats named Apollo, Leo and Chloe. I seriously love (mostly) writing and (rarely) drawing. But usually I can't find myself to get time and work on things, mostly because of motivation...

I usually like books in horror, psychological, fantasy, explicit... >;), series and trilogies (I LOVE BOOK SERIESSSS)

I'm secretly a weeb, my favorite anime being Noragami (PLEASE MAKE A SEASON 3 PLEAAASEE.) I caught up with the manga and now I'm waiting for the new and LAST VOLUME >=(..

I don't think I'll do a face reveal anytime soon but don't get your hopes up everyone! I still need to improve a little more before I can start posting silly stuff with me in it! ^^

What will you see in my blogs?

Writings/Upcoming WIPS

Drawings... SO MANY UNFINISHED DRAWINGS!

My silly kitty cats!! ^^

Life updates and stupid boring stuff about my life...

Etc! (Suggestions!)

That's all I have for now... but any questions, concerns, insults, anything is always welcome! (Not really for insults but... whatever..)

Cya losahh! <3 (my pfp that I drew!)

[skzdarlings]

OMG OMG OMFG. I JUST FINISHED THE BODYGUARD SERIESSSS. I WAS HOLDING IT OFF FOR LIKE..A DAY BECAUSE I WAS NOT READY FOR IT TO END OML. BUT ITS A HAPPY ENDINGGGG AAAAAAHHHH!!! I'M SO GLAD NOBODY DIED-AND JISUNG?!? MAAANNN HE SHOWED UP.AT THE PREFECT TIME I LOVE HIS CHARACTER SM I CRIED SO HARD. THEY ALL MADE IT! THEY ALL HAD A HAPPY ENDING!!!

But in all serious, I'm gonna miss checking for updates on the story that was the highlight of each week for me! When I first discovered the series I didn't have Tumblr yet, I was just searching on Google and it popped up, and I waited for ever for the next parts bc I was too lazy to make an account lmao. But I'm gonna miss this sooooo much its not even funny. I will definitely re-read it all the time!

Thank you sm for all your hard work! You mean so much to us and I hope you know that!

Do you plan on starting any new series soon? Cause I will 100% be there! And if you need to take a break bc you've been working OVERTIME on this series, we'll be waiting!

Love you, and thank you! MWAHHH!💚

(ALSO SORRY THIS WAS KINDA LONG)

hehe never apologize for long messages i love em!! i will read em again and again no matter what haha.

and oh wow that’s funny you found the story that way haha well i am glad you did and i am so glad you have enjoyed it!

and yes i have the last threesome one shot to post (hyunjin reader jeongin) then i have a chan one-shot that is partially done then i will post my next series but ill say more about it then 😊 I hope you will enjoy it! ♥️

[tunabunk]

My long awaited and needed contribution 😤

(Seriously y’all’s need to watch this movie and seriessss- the series really touches my heart 😭)

I had more sketches but I lost them ;-;

hi im so normal about them

[fortpeat]

AHHHHHH WHERE ARE THE HD PICS OF MOST OF THESEEEEE I NEED ITTTT 🫠🫠

Fort : wears a necklace

Peat : has to pull on it 😌

[charlesslut16]

https://www.tumblr.com/charlesslut16/717681059029024768/enemys

Dude this was sooooo gooodd!!!! make it a seriessss!!

you wish is my command

here are the other parts : (1) , (3)  / masterlist

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-Enemys?-

summary : after what happened in Bahrain charles and you are confused because you don't know what to feel for each other.

PAIRING : charles leclerc x fem!reader

WARNINGS : curse words, bad translated french and italian and panic attack mentioned

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Today you were at the Saudi Arabia grand prix, with Isa, in the Ferrari garage. You were in the Ferrari garage and not in the Mercedes one because charles asked you to watch the race with Isa in the Ferrari motor home.

The reason why he wanted you there was unclear for you. Yes, he told you he didn't hate you, but you didn't believe him. But now that he asked you to watch the race in the Ferrari garage, you were unsure.

You left the Bahrain grand prix early to gather your thoughts. You left charles with his family and friends, as you knew that he was safe and didn't get another panic attack, which did not happen.

Furthermore, you were so confused. One time, Charles told you he hated you and that you were a waste of space, and the next he had a panic attack and only wanted you to help him.

So now you were watching the race, rooting for charles and carlos. After the 5o laps, the race was finished. Carlos got the sixth place and charles the seventh. You knew charles wasn't happy by the results of today.

Isa and you waited until the boys came. As you saw charles around the corner, you smiled. He looked good. Charles came up to you and as you wanted to say how proud you were, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you into his driver's room.

"Charles calm down! What's wrong with you?!" you told him, confused and angered.

You looked into his eyes, thinking you would find anger, but instead you found sadness. His eyes met yours and the dam broke, tears were threatening to fall down his cheeks. 

As you saw that, you took his hands in yours, trying to calm him down, but it didn't work. So you decided to pull him to you and hugged him. You pressed his head on your shoulders, so he could cry on it.

Charles accepted the hug and wrapped his arms around your waist, so that you were as near as possible to him. He cried on your shoulder, as you hugged him tighter against you.

" Je suis un tel échec." he said between sobs, while you rubbed his back to calm him down and comfort him. I'm such a failure. 

"You're not. It's the car, not you. Charles, you are one of the best drivers on the grid." you answered, as you still rubbed his back, him calming down in the process.

You waited until you heard that he stopped crying, so you could let him go and step out of the hug. 

"Grazie. Sei davvero la cosa migliore che mi sia mai capitata, angelo mio." He told you, but you didn't understand a word, as you couldn't understand italian. 

Thank you. You really are the best thing that ever happened to me, my angel.

"charles, you know I can't understand a word of italian. What did you say?"

"Just thank you for helping me." he answered your question, looking you deep in the eyes. Smiling at your look, as if you knew that what he answered wasn't what he had said.

"Your welcome," you answered him, fiddling with your fingers and picking on your finger beds to distract you from that one question you wanted to ask charles.

He noticed your fiddling and as a reaction he took your hands in his, bringing them to his mouth for a quick kiss. He knew what was bothering you. H asked himself the same question.

"I will go now, you seem alright here. If you need anything, ask Isa or Carlos. " 

Charles nodded. That was the only reaction he gave you. No disappointment, no sadness nor happiness. Nothing. You knew charles would be okay, just like he was in Bahrain after you helped him.

You checked one last time if he was okay, so you could leave. As you saw that he was okay, you left his driver's room, closed the door and left him standing alone in the room.

As you walked to the exit, you let your thoughts room free. Maybe you two weren't made for each other. God. You hated each other 2 weeks ago, but what about now.

It was raining by now. Perfect. It rained outside, while in your head, the thoughts rained. Everything on your mind was clouded with thoughts, while the sky was clouded with raining clouds.

You were not even sure why you thought that there was something between you guys. You were enemies. That is what you were supposed to be. Not this. Enemies.

This feeling made you ill. The feeling of not knowing. You hated not knowing what to do or what to feel. You didn't normally feel like this, but since charles came into the picture, everything changed.

"Y/n!! Y/n! Please wait!" you heard someone yell after you. Turning around, you saw him. Him. You saw charles running toward you, with your phone in his grasp.  

He comes near you, so he could give you your phone. Your wet hands touched as he gave you your phone. Both of you drenched in the paddock of Saudi Arabia with mixes feelings for each other.

"Thank you" you say to him with a smile of gratitude. Both of you didn't know what to say to each other. You had the same thoughts, but you couldn't bring them over the lips.

"I will go now. If I'm quick, I can make it back home without fuss. Thank you again."

Charles nodded again. You step away from him, turning around, letting him alone again, but this time drenched in the rain. You wanted to ask him the question, but you just couldn't.

Just as you wanted to walk, charles pulled you back to him, so you were in front of him. His had left your wrist, so he could hold your chin up to look at him. You waited for him to ask you, but he didn't.

 Instead, he bent down and connected your lips with his.

[diamondoidxx]

𝒮𝑜 𝑅𝒶𝓇𝑒

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫!𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐉𝐚𝐳𝐳 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

genre: fluff? 

fic warnings: nothing except I wrote this with a plus sized black woman in mind!

summary: 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘌𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰-𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘊𝘭𝘶𝘣 – 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘻𝘻 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

notes: yayyy its my first fic? is that what this is? idk but it’s kinda long for my first time. 1.7k words lol. Anyways yea hopefully you enjoy it and let me know what ya think! OR what I should create and also if you want a part 2! Maybe make this a seriessss???? A SONG GOES WITH IT I DID LINK IT! play it for the nice ambiance ya know. this fanart is what made me write this so thank them!

THE old concrete industrial factory shelters the noisy men from the blistering August heat. It was currently 4 in the afternoon on a Friday and the sun was still shining. Most people were ready to go home to their loved ones from work but Eren still had 3 more hours to go. Usually, he was able to grit his teeth and continue the day, but today though, he just wanted to be home already. After arc cutting a piece of Ferrite, arms with veins swelling, Eren steps back and flips up his helmet waving a gloved hand at the dust that came from the material. The perspiration on his face was beginning to drip down his body, he took his arm and wiped the sweat that sat on his eyebrows.

He blew some air out of his mouth and scanned his eyes around the assembly. Some of the men were chatting amongst themselves whilst having a water break with paper cups in hand, meanwhile, others were busying themselves with the work in front of them making sure they got every cent that they could earn. Cents. That's what Eren was working for, specifically $0.75 an hour. He rolls his shoulders already feeling tense, wanting to just take a shower and lay down to do it all over again tomorrow. He glances to the outside of the garage like opening of the factory. The cars whizzed by in the bustling city. Eren thinks he’ll never get used to the sound, being fond of the silent and freeing countryside. He pulls out his hand from the heavy-duty welding gloves and wipes his wet hand on the beat-up and previously dirtied wife beater. He shuffles his tan overalls that are stung lowly on his hips and flips his helmet back on his face to continue working.

It was around 7:30 in the evening when he got off. The sun finally letting the earth cool down from the assault today. Duffle bag in hand, Eren steps away from the establishment and begins to walk to the bus stop ready to sit on the trolley for 40 minutes out of town. His hair was tied in a bun with some flyaways surrounding his scalp and a few tired line indents on his forehead. The overalls that were once on his waist now hug him to keep warm for the night breeze.

“Hey Yeager!” a voice calls out. Eren turns around and sees Jean, Connie, and Armin. The three men were huddled as if they were whispering before calling out to him. Eren raised an eyebrow as if to ask them what they wanted. Eren didn’t speak to anyone at work. The only conversations that he would have with his colleagues would be “when’s lunch being called” or “did they have a specific tool he needed.” So watching these three yell out to him was unusual.

Jean and Connie push Armins' shoulder to talk. The blonde-headed man clears his throat, “UHm..did you..um did you wanna come down to The Catfish Club with us?” pointing behind his shoulder somewhere.

The Catfish Club? Eren never heard such a thing before. Is that a restaurant? He looks between them with a deadpan expression.

“No,” Eren states and begins to walk the way to the bus stop.

“OH COME ON, It was hot today ain’t ya wanting a nice tail’ and some jazz!” Connie yells at him. Eren pauses. A bar? Why would he want to go to a bar with these idiots to listen to some jazz with these bozos? Eren faces them.

Connie continues, “It's great! The liquor is strong and the music is live! I got a buddy of mine who will shuttle us all home when we wanna leave!” excitement comes from his words. Eren thinks for a moment rubbing his jaw. He could use a Manhattan, he hasn't had one of them in a long time. He should treat himself, just going home and spending it with his cat Carla wouldn't be that amusing on this nice Friday night.

Eren sighs and shrugs. “Sure.” The boys have grins on their faces and Connie wraps an arm around Erens shoulder as he walks up to them.

The walk to the club wasn't that far from their work. About 15 mins or so. The place looked packed and bustling. Men and women flow through the black double wooden doors. The building was a bright pale red with a sign in the dark window shining THE CATFISH CLUB in illuminating blue lights with a catfish wearing a top hat playing the cello. The boys walk up to the door and open it. The place was bigger on the inside than you would think. The sounds of horns, clarinet, sax, and strings bounced through Erens ears. There was everyone EVERYWHERE. The bar, the dance floor, the booths, and tables. It was a squeeze. The walls were a velvety green color with black and white pictures hanging. A stage was in the middle back of the club, slightly raised – having the ability to easily step on it. Jean and Connie barrel through the crowd with Armin and Eren on their behinds. They sit at a booth fairly close to the stage.

“Isn’t this amazing? God, I haven't been here in a while,” Jean says while they are settling in the rubber seats. Connie and Armin make conversation as Eren still wanders his eyes around. He brings his attention to the stage as a band starts setting up. His eyes are directly on the woman with the white sparkly ball gown that goes just a bit below her knee caps. The straps came together behind her neck showcasing a bit of cleavage. She had on white pumps with a diamond on the point. Satin white gloves came just above her elbows. Eren couldn’t see her face as people were passing by. As he's moving his head to find her, Armin nudges him to look at him.

“What did you want to drink Eren?” he asks. Eren just now notices a waiter by their table. He looks back at the woman and turns to the waiter. He nods while saying. “Just a Manhattan please.” The waiter gets the rest of the guys' drink orders and Eren's eyes fall back to the captivating singer.

Her hair is short and curled like it's been in rollers, slightly parted with a white flower hair clip. Her earrings twinkle under the lights and her smile is brighter than anything he’d ever seen. She was talking to the host of the club pointing at the band behind her and nodding when he spoke back to her. He pats her on the back lightly and goes up to the mic.

The waiter sets Jean, Connie, Armin, and Erens' drinks down as the host says, “How's everybody doing tonight!?” The crowd whoops and hollers, Connie and Jean joining in with them. Eren takes a sip of his beverage enjoying the burn that it leaves behind, never taking his eyes off of her.

The host laughs and claps his hands together, “I see! Hey now – we got a new upcoming singer here with us tonight, it is her First. Ever. Gig! Let’s all welcome…Y/N!” He throws his arms to her as she smiles and waves shyly at the audience that gives her some claps and whistles. Eren sets down his drink and claps along.

She steps up to the mic fixing it to her height while looking back at the band anxiously. One of the members gives her a thumbs up and a wink. She turns back and breathes.

(Play song)

It felt like the whole town stopped to hear her. Eren couldn’t help but feel entranced. Her voice was heavenly, delicate, alluring…he couldn't find the words but what he knew was that he was in love. He felt his jaw slack a bit as he watched her sing. The way her lips moved and the way she held the mic stand. Y/N had no idea the effects she had on him. His chest was beating as if he ran 3 miles and his legs were stuck as if he had seen the boogie man. Her eyes are low and move across the sea of people, meeting emerald green ones. She swings her hips back and forth to the beat, smiling as she emphasizes the lyrics escape her.

Eren held her stare, sipping more of his drink, tapping his foot to the song. The lines she belt out felt as if she was speaking to him. That the words were only for him. She took the mic off the stand and began to waltz around the stage, stopping and doing gestures or poses. She stepped down from the stage and danced a little, going around the club. She smiled and smirked at the patrons. Y/N wanted to find the person who was behind the piercing eyes she was stunned internally by. She looks over at a table full of welders and strides toward them, elegantly placing her hand on a dark-haired man's shoulder. Y/N feels warm when he looks up at her from his seat. This was the man who she was searching for. His lips lift in a smile, almost like he's trying to hide it. Y/N slides her hand from his shoulder down to his hand and stretches it to her, holding it for a second staring at him in his eyes. She squeezes his hand and lets go of it. She walks back up the stage not forgetting to look behind her shoulder to see him looking at his hand and back at her. Y/N stops on the stage and closes out the song.

The club was in an uproar as she quietly curtsied. Eren stands up and whistles, Jean, Connie, and Armin following him. She exits the stage after pressing her hands to her chest and thanking everyone. She tries to get through the crowd as they continue to praise her for her singing, passing Eren just in time for him to grab her wrist to stop her.

She staggers at the interruption and turns her head to see who halt her. Y/N's face heats up as Eren looks at her. She looks down at his hand holding onto her and he looks at it after her, blushing he quickly let go of her, “Sorry, I just wanted to say you were incredible up there,” Eren says.

Y/Ns eyebrows lift in a delightful surprise, “Oh! Uh, thank you…..?”

Eren reaches out his hand. “Eren.” Y/N takes it and shakes it. “Thank you, Eren. It's nice to meet you.”

Eren smirks, “Nice to meet you too Y/N.”

Again I hope you enjoyed reading, sorry if it’s like so descriptive I just want y'all to imagine what I'm imagining. Idk if this fluff really but it does make me gooey inside like when I do read fluff so