#I swear to god one day I won’t be coming up with WIPS at the speed of light

[xoxoladyaz]

Fem!Steddie AU where Eddie and the band burst onto the scene as an out and proud indie rock band a la The Last Dinner Party and Stevie Harrington - this world’s Taylor Swift - shortly comes out as bi and openly flirts/posts thirst traps to Eddie’s bands’ music and Eddie is having to eat her words about mainstream pop and then Eddie’s band opens for Stevie and its love at first sight and they get married SO FAST and live happily and musically ever after

[theragethatisdesire]

scary dog privilege - best friend!eren x reader one-shot, 18+!!

hellooooo i have had this in my wips for like two entire months and i am giddy and ready to share it. this hopefully will just be a one-shot, but you guys know i love to create a universe for each of my erens so god only knows where we'll end up with this one. best friend eren appears to be my angstiest, broodiest one yet, and i love him lol. wanted to make some use of classic fanfic tropes, so here we get best friend eren and fake dating!! woohoo!!

beware: this is absolute, pure filth once you get into it lol

pairing: eren jaeger x afab reader

wc: 9.1k

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

CWs: smut, consensual hook-up, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, oral sex (fem!receiving), alcohol use, cussing, squirting, penetrative vaginal sex, swearing, use of names (baby, pretty baby, my girl), crying, multiple orgasms, eren being a menace per usual, jean's an asshole (i'm so sorry you guys know i love him but it had to happen)

have fun ;)

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This is a terrible idea, and it had been from the start. You know it and so does he, but you had insisted. Now that you’ve made your bed, you have to lay in it, you suppose. You press your forehead to the cold, tinted window of Eren’s ridiculous muscle car, ignoring the vibrations from the rock music he’s blaring and the consistent fluttering in your stomach, and think back to your conversation earlier that week.

“Come on, Eren. It’s just one night!”

“And what about after? When you run into Sasha at the coffee place or Armin after work? Did we just suddenly ‘break up’?” Eren scoffs, pushing past you to grab a Red Bull out of the fridge. You collapse into one of the barstools in his kitchen, having prepared yourself to accept defeat from the moment you posed the question.

“I just can’t face him alone,” you sigh, “it’s only been four months and Sasha told me he’s hooked up with not one, not two, but three girls already. I haven’t even had a drunken makeout at the bar.”

“So? Just because Jean’s been whoring around doesn’t mean you have anything to prove.” Eren's tone is thoroughly unimpressed as he pops the tab to his energy drink.

“You’re my best friend. I just need one tiny favor.”

“Who would even believe us? It’s not like it’s a huge party- we know everyone going.”

You cock an eyebrow. “How many times have Annie and Mikasa tried to con us into a double date? Connie’s been teasing us for years, not to mention the waiter at lunch the other day–”

“Fine!”

“Fine?”

“Fine. I’ll be your date for one night. But all of the explaining is up to you. And,” Eren takes a sip, leveling a glare at you over the top of the can, “I’m going on the record as saying that this is a bad idea.”

He may be reckless, arrogant, and a bit of a brat, but if Eren Jaeger is one thing consistently, he was right. You chance a glance at your “date”. He’s in his typical uniform: black hoodie, black jeans, the little silver chain he never takes off, key swinging over his chest as he turns the car. He looks good, appealing even. If Jean dares to show up with a girl, she won’t consider you to have downgraded, that’s for sure.

You consider your own outfit, an anxious fist tightening in your stomach at the thought of seeing Jean for the first time as an ex. He would have hated it. Your nothing-to-the-imagination outfit is all thanks to Sasha.

You had clued Sasha in on the plan; you hoped having one more agent in on your secret would help sell the act. Sasha had gone all out, lending you an incredibly low-cut black top and some black leather pants that would have caused at least a twenty-minute argument with Jean. Had he not dumped you, you remind yourself bitterly. Sasha had insisted you borrow her all-black outfit to match Eren’s typical attire “just to be cute”. In hindsight, her enthusiasm about this whole situation should have been a red flag, but you’ve already gotten everything lined up, and it’s too late for regret.

It’s far too late for hindsight, too; you’re already ten minutes into receiving the official girlfriend treatment from Eren. He had worn you down on picking you up, opening the car door, the works. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled out a bouquet of roses at this point. You can hear his obnoxious tone now: Even if you’re my fake girlfriend, you’re getting the full package. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Eren parallel parks smoothly on Armin’s quiet street, unusually busy with the buzz of a house party and lined with your friends’ cars. It’s Connie’s birthday, but Armin always hosts. It’s an unspoken rule at this point; you aren’t sure why he keeps volunteering, especially after Sasha had projectile vomited all over his bathroom at the last get-together, but again, dig your own grave and lie in it. You and Armin are in the same boat there.

When the car switches off, Eren takes a moment to consider you, wrapping and unwrapping his long fingers around the steering wheel, a nervous tic he’s had since high school. “You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you sigh, reaching for the door handle. Before you can wrap your hand around it, Eren leans over and pinches you harshly on the thigh. “Ow!”

“I open the door, remember?” Eren says, visibly annoyed.

You roll your eyes at him.“Isn’t this a bit much?”

“You think I’m going to be caught dead letting my ‘girlfriend’ open her own door? I have a reputation to uphold.”

You decide to bite back a snippy comment about the many girls who cried over Eren in college and cross your arms over your chest, pouting instead. “Fine.”

If Eren can be dramatic, so can you.

As naturally as if he had done it a hundred times, Eren slings his arm over your shoulders on the walk up towards the door; the weight of it, both physically and mentally, is heavier than you’re willing to acknowledge. When you catch sight of Bertholdt, Reiner, and Annie peering through the window, a flutter of nerves erupts your stomach; you reach a hand up to play with Eren’s fingers, absentmindedly spinning one of his rings and trying to sell the look as best you can. “We better pull this off.”

“It’ll be fine, just follow my lead.” Eren pulls you closer, kissing your hairline. Goosebumps rise all over your body; not at the action itself, but how disturbingly easy the affection seems to come to him. As Eren knocks on Armin’s bright red door, you pack that thought away and shove it to the back of your mind to collect dust.

“Hi…guys?” Armin’s friendly smile upon opening the door falters in confusion as he takes you in, absorbing the sight of you two intertwined on his doorstep. Armin’s wide, blue eyes flick between the two of you, and you can see the gears churning in his head, trying to make sense of how awfully close you and Eren are. Pitting your fake relationship against Armin’s intellect is the perfect first test; a nervous sweat breaks out under your skimpy outfit.

“Sup, ‘min?” Eren smiles back, the very picture of nonchalance, extending his free hand to shake Armin’s shoulder.

“Come on in.” Armin, ever polite, turns to allow for plenty of room for Eren to pull you inside. He doesn’t outright ask why Eren’s holding you, but his eyes betray his suspicions. It seems like your plan, as terrible as it is, is working. One down, a dozen or so to go.

Never dropping his arm from around your shoulders, Eren steers you into the living room where one of Connie’s favorite bands is already blasting from the speakers. Annie and Mikasa are curled up together in Armin’s recliner, hands interlocked as usual; Sasha and Connie are positioned at Armin’s bar cart, violently shaking two cocktail shakers apiece; Reiner, Bertholdt, Marco, and Jean are on the couch, arguing over something sports-related. With a sinking stomach, you notice that there’s only one unoccupied seat left in the room.

“My two favorite lovebirds!” Sasha cries, abandoning her cocktail shakers and rushing over to give you a hug. Upon Sasha’s impact, Eren drops his arm and grabs your hand that’s closest to him as a substitute, never taking his hands off of you. His actions are pointed, purposeful; every pair of eyes in the room looks between the two of you in surprise. You can practically feel a hazel-tinted laser beam burning a hole into your forehead. “You guys are so late; honeymoon phase gotcha already?”

“Laying it on a little thick, Sash,” you whisper into Sasha’s ear, cheeks burning. To your chagrin, Eren only curls his mouth in response.

“What?” Connie frowns, still shaking his drinks. “How long has that been a thing?”

You pause, your heart nearly stopping. You should have made up a story, you realize, something to explain–

“Just a few weeks.” The still-strange weight of Eren’s arm around your shoulder returns, and his jade eyes rest on you, adoration beaming through his always-cool gaze. Against your will, butterflies start dancing in your stomach; apparently Eren’s quite the actor.

“Yeah,” you jump in, grateful for Eren’s lead, “we just wanted to feel it out before we told everyone, that’s all.”

“Sasha knew.” Mikasa raises a suspicious eyebrow. Annie smirks at the two of you, a knowing look on her face.

“It’s about time.” Marco appears from the kitchen with a huge bowl of tortilla chips in one hand and salsa in the other. “Good for you guys.”

You can’t help yourself, finally meeting Jean’s eyes. He’s openly scowling at you, which is to be expected; where Eren is a criminally smooth liar, Jean wears his heart on his sleeve. You recognize that face all too well: anger to mask heartbreak, the same face he wore when you used to fight. For the first time, it occurs to you how cruel this plan might be, how Jean might react to you moving on with a mutual friend. Guilt washes over you, cold and heavy.

“Thanks for giving me a heads-up before you moved in on my fucking girlfriend, Jaeger,” Jean snips, taking a long swallow of his beer.

The guilt drops away from you as quickly as your jaw; you’ve forgotten what a prick Jean can be. Eren has been slowly guiding you over to the singular remaining seat throughout the conversation, and after Jean’s comment, he tugs you down firmly onto his lap. He rubs a large palm over your thigh, a blatant gesture of ownership.

“Not your girlfriend anymore, Kirschstein.” You can hear the distinct note of pride ringing through his voice, hear the nasty look leveled at Jean without turning to face him. It’s been fifteen minutes of fake dating, car ride included, and you can already feel the friendship line blurring. Your head spins.

“Anyway,” Armin, ever the gracious host, interrupts, breaking the awkward tension that has settled over the room, “what bar does everyone want to head out to later? Connie gets the first pick, being the birthday boy.”

The conversation in the room picks back up into a familial bickering over the evening’s next destination. All of your friends have become accustomed to the occasional awkward moment over the years now that some of you have begun to couple up; Mikasa and Annie especially are notorious for bickering like an old married couple, no matter who’s around.

“I need a drink,” you murmur to Eren, moving to stand.

“Do you mind getting me one, babe? Don’t want to lose our seat.” Eren pecks you on the cheek, smiling up at you as if everything about your situation right now is normal, natural for him. Jean’s eyes follow you every step of the way, and your face burns.

Over the years you’ve been friends with him, it’s never been lost on you that Eren’s attractive, not after the dozens of women he ran through in his college years. Peeking over your shoulder now, however, feels like you’re seeing him for the first time, seeing him the way the world sees him. Heavy-set dark brows frame his bright eyes beautifully, his jaw’s grown sharp and severe, and his lips are soft and pouty, stretching into a wicked smirk with sharp canines. He had grown into a heartbreaker, and he’s your best friend and now fake boyfriend– you swat away your private admiration as soon as it comes, taking a deep breath to center yourself and rifling through the bar cart in a daze.

“Want me to make you one?” Sasha waves a bright red concoction under your nose. “Connie and I made them- it has three different types of liquor in it, and you can’t taste any of it!”

One sip of the tiny cocktail straw has your nose wrinkling in disgust. You’ve worked behind a bar since the day you turned twenty-one, and the drink Sasha’s offering you tastes like an overly-syruped nightmare. “Um…no, that’s okay Sash. I’ll probably just stick to beer.”

Connie sticks his tongue out at you. “Boring!”

Predictably, Sasha pouts. “Okay, but we’re definitely making you take a shot. We can chill it in the kitchen, want to help me get some ice?”

Holding up a bottle of tequila, she cocks her head toward the kitchen and wobbles her eyebrows madly. You almost laugh; anyone who can’t pick up on a hint from Sasha is walking around with earplugs and their eyes closed.

“Fine. Let me just grab Eren a beer, and I’ll meet you in there.”

“Ugh, couples,” Connie rolls his eyes, wandering over to fiddle with the dusty karaoke machine that Armin claims broke years ago. You’ve always been dubious as to the truth of that, but knowing your friends, you can’t blame him.

Opening the cooler, you smile to yourself; Armin remembered your favorite IPA from the brewery down the road and stocked the cooler accordingly, nestling a few Hazy Daze’s between Reiner and Bertholdt’s domestics. You pick your way through the haphazard seating arrangements back over to Eren, holding a cold Budweiser bottle towards him. He pauses in his conversation with Reiner, grabbing your hand that holds the beer and removing it from your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips, brushing them over in a light kiss. He looks you up and down lecherously as he does it, a dangerous curve to his lips.

You return a weak half-smile, doing your best to not appear outwardly shaken by Eren’s behavior and keep the what the fuck? thoughts from showing plainly on your face. Eren waves you off to the kitchen with a light pat on your bottom, innocent as ever.

“How’s it going?” Sasha asks, safe now in the privacy of the kitchen. Her face is already full-flush with excitement and that awful cocktail she was sipping.

“I mean, it seems like everyone’s buying it. Jean looks pissed, though.”

“What were you expecting? He’s always thought Eren had a thing for you.”

“Everyone thinks Eren has a thing for me,” you roll your eyes, “at least it’s working in my favor now.”

Sasha fixes you with a glare, wobbling slightly. “If you don’t think Eren actually has a thing for you, you must be blind. Deaf, too.”

“Sasha–”

“I mean, even if you hadn’t told me, I would have fallen for it. Is it not, like, weird for you guys? That it’s just natural for you two to–” Sasha burps, interrupting herself, and giggles. “Just makes ya think.”

“Sasha!” Connie calls from the living room. “Let’s do Eye of the Tiger first!”

“Woo!” Sasha shouts, abandoning you and running into the room to take part in the newly-revived karaoke festivities.

You stand alone in the kitchen, shell-shocked by Sasha’s observations. The truly irritating thing is that she’s entirely right. Not only do Eren’s little kisses here and there, the constant touching, even the pet names come naturally, it almost feels…nice. It’s as easy for you to receive his affection as it is for him to give it. You peek around the corner, grimacing at Sasha and Connie’s amplified wailing, just wanting to look at him. Really look at him.

Kicked back, beer in hand and jacket thrown over the back of his chair, Eren oozes charisma. Even doing nothing but holding a conversation with Mikasa, the room gravitates around him. Jean’s angry glare never leaves him; Armin has switched to drinking Budweiser, even though you know he hates it; Annie’s nodding along with whatever Eren’s saying; even Sasha and Connie are angling their performance around him, alternating between singing together and holding their microphones towards him, trying to elicit a reaction. He has this undeniable magnetic force, one that you aren’t exempt from.

You’d met him nearly a decade ago, in high school, and initially couldn’t stand him. His hair-trigger temper had hardly cooled with age, and his ego had gotten unthinkably larger, but you grew to find both of them charming– to a degree. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, Eren was the one cleaning you up and getting you drunk after every bad breakup, introducing you to all of your favorite sports teams and lending you jerseys for the games; hell, he even read that smutty fairy fantasy series you’d been obsessed with in college. Had the man you attempted Star Wars marathons with until you both fell asleep really looked like that the entire time?

He catches your stare, beckoning you over with one long, crooked finger. As his girlfriend for the night, you have to obey, even though you would much rather roll your eyes at the cliche.

“Missed you,” he mumbles as you sit back on his lap, breath hot against the shell of your ear.

“You too,” you respond accordingly, wrapping your arm lovingly around his shoulder. Eren’s eyes flit down to your cleavage, but knowing him, it’s impossible to discern if it’s part of the act, or Eren being himself.

His hands rest comfortably over the casing of your pants, one on your thigh and one on the small of your back, one thumb rubbing circles into your soft flesh. Reveling in the drag of his rings over your clothed body, you couldn’t help but wonder how they’d feel on your bare skin, on your throat, on your–

Surprising yourself at the dirty direction of your thoughts, you swallow your beer too quickly, coughing. Eren, who had coincidentally been taking a sip at the same time, laughs at you mid-sip, choking beside you and spraying beer out of his nose.

The entire room bursts into laughter; Eren regains his composure and joins in good-naturedly. You giggle along, relief coursing over your body. Sure, Eren might look a little extra handsome tonight and be a bit touchy because you asked him to, but he’s still Eren.

“They’re practically in sync already.” Hitch, Marco’s girlfriend who had apparently joined the party while Sasha and you were in the kitchen, rests her face on her hand dreamily.

“It’s a little freaky,” Annie observes with narrowed eyes, but the slight curve of her lip betrays her. Not only were they believing your little farce, but they were happy for you. That’s enough to make you flush a little, realizing how naturally everyone’s just accepted your fake relationship. Everyone but one person, at least.

Jean suddenly stands, ripping a beer from the cooler and storming into the kitchen. The laughter dies as quickly as it had come, everyone exchanging nervous looks.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Eren offers, nudging you off of his lap. You blanch.

“Eren, I don’t know if you should-”

“It’s fine,” Eren drops a soft peck on your forehead, walking away before you can stop him. You meet Mikasa’s eyes, wide and concerned. To everyone else, Eren’s walking calmly, not a hint of aggression in his gait. But you know him, know him well enough to catch the anger simmering in his eyes, quiet, but there.

Jean and Eren have always been friends, albeit reluctant ones at first, but too similar where it counted not to get along. That had abruptly come to a halt when you had fallen for Jean. At first Eren had been confused, but over time that confusion had melted into constant irritation. Jean and you were wrong for one another, you know that in hindsight, but at the time, you had chalked all the fighting up to a passionate relationship. The constant tears had driven Eren nearly to a breaking point; multiple times you had begged him not to bring his frustration to physical blows. And now, your fake-boyfriend slash best friend and ex-boyfriend with the two worst tempers out of everyone you know are “talking”. You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to keep the worry in your chest.

“Are you alright?” The question comes from Armin, who’s placed a steadying hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry that Jean isn’t taking the news well.”

“There’s no news,” Mikasa says low enough for none of the others to hear over the music, now standing directly behind Armin.

A neat little cross appears between Armin’s eyebrows. “They’re-”

“Faking,” she interrupts Armin, “they aren’t dating.”

Armin stammers, trying to correct her and apologize to you for her at the same time, but you just sigh. “How’d you know?”

“One of you would have told me,” she shrugs, “or at least I’d like to think you would.”

“It’s just…I couldn’t bear to show up alone, not with Jean here and apparently sleeping around since the breakup.” You cross your arms over your chest, grabbing your own shoulders tightly. It’s your fault, you know it is, but you had only wanted to feel a little less pathetic, a little less heartbroken. Drama had been an unfortunate and unexpected side effect.

“Why would Eren agree to that? It seems silly,” Armin muses, noticing your glare and immediately turning bright red, “I- I don’t mean you’re silly, just, you shouldn’t-”

“You know.” Mikasa bumps him. The slightest hint of a smile plays on her face, a knowing look directed at you. You frown, trying to look confused through the pink rising to your face.

A loud crash from the kitchen catches all of your attention, saving you from an uncomfortable line of conversation but making your heart beat that much faster. Dashing to the kitchen door, the entire house party hot on your heels, your thundering heart sinks.

Eren has Jean pinned up against Armin’s cabinets, forearm tight against the other man’s neck. Jean’s still seething at Eren, raw ego washing against the cool anger blazing in Eren’s eyes.

“Need to learn how to watch your fucking mouth, Kirschstein–”

“Eren!” Your voice is surprisingly firm, given the nauseating mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and panic swirling in your stomach. “Let him go!”

“Do you want to tell her what you said, or should I?” Eren hisses, nudging into Jean further. Jean’s eyes dart to you, back to Eren, and for a fleeting moment, you have hope that maybe this all can be resolved peacefully. And then Jean makes a fatal mistake.

He spits directly in Eren’s face.

Just as Eren swings, Reiner collides with the two, just barely catching Eren by his forearm before he can make contact with Jean’s cheek. Bertholdt, as always, is Reiner’s shadow, grabbing Eren by the shoulders and wrenching him away from Jean. It takes Connie, Reiner, Marco, and Bertholdt to restrain both of them, Armin standing in the middle and shouting how ridiculous the fight is above the curses.

“It’s my fucking birthday, Jean, come on bro!” Connie growls, pinning Jean to the cabinets with his back.

“Jaeger- back off!” Reiner manages to pull him back a few inches, hardly able to contain Eren, who’s struggling furiously, in his massive arms. Jean finally relents, slouching into the multiple arms holding him back. After several seconds, Eren does the same, never taking his eyes off of Jean. Into the shocked silence, Armin bravely speaks first.

“Maybe we should leave,” he suggests awkwardly, “take the party elsewhere.”

You pity him, poor Armin and his hosting inclination. Eren finally turns to face you. The wrath laid bare in his eyes sends a chill over your body.

“We are,” he spits, sparing Jean one last threatening glance before storming over, grabbing you harshly by the wrist, and practically dragging you towards the door.

“Eren, wait–” you try to reason with him and dig your heels in, but it’s fruitless. Eren’s strong, stronger than you, and you don’t stand a chance stopping him now that his mind’s made up.

He doesn’t drop the act at the car, ripping your car door open, waiting impatiently for you to step into your seat, and slamming the door behind you. As soon as he turns the ignition, the same angry rock music you had listened to on the way over blasts from the speakers; Eren makes no move to turn it down and neither do you. After so many years together, his temper rarely scares you anymore; it’s more of a nuisance than anything when it flares. You stare out of the window, seething with anger, arms crossed and foot tapping.

Five minutes into the drive, you realize Eren isn’t taking you to your house, but to his. What he’s thinking, you can’t be sure, but you go ahead and start making your plans to give him an earful and call your Uber the moment you get there. You just can’t wrap your mind around why he would attack Jean and embarrass you like that– Eren may have been a hothead, but rarely did he let his temper escalate to that degree, especially against a friend.

Eren whips his car into the driveway, parking with such force you nearly knock your head against the headrest. You reach for your door handle, ready to throw it open, but Eren’s faster. He hits the child lock button and slams his own door behind him, storming around the car.

“The fucking child lock button?” You leap out of your seat once he’s opened your door, glaring up at him with your fists curled by your sides. “Is that what I am, Eren, a child?”

“Come inside.” Eren’s voice is low, dangerous. You’re too angry to indulge his temper.

“No,” you snap, “I’m going home.”

No sooner have you pulled your phone out to call an Uber than Eren snatches it from you, sliding it into his pocket. He repeats himself, more forceful this time. “Come inside.”

You stand rooted to the spot for a beat, so angry you aren’t sure what you want to do more: run home, punch him, or kick his precious car headlight in. Eren simply glares down his strong nose at you, face unreadable as ever, rage still glittering in his eyes.

“Come inside, please,” Eren repeats himself again through gritted teeth. You decide you’ll indulge him and go inside, hear him out, and then punch him. At least it’ll catch him off guard, and you’ll have a better chance of getting your shot in. Without another word, you stomp up the walkway to his house, into the house, and into the kitchen, shoving your shoes off. Stupid fucking kitchens, you think to yourself, kicking your bare foot against the base of his kitchen island. Immature, but the little burst of violence feels good.

Whether Eren’s house smells like him or Eren smells like his house you’ve never been able to decide. The distinct scent of him envelops you: a boyish, sharp smell, laced with a hint of the weed he kept in the living room. Ordinarily it’s a comforting smell, but tonight, it nearly makes you sick with irritation. Fighting with Eren is something you do rarely, but you know the both of you well enough to buckle down. Arguing with Eren means you have a long, nasty, and emotionally gutting night ahead of you. You’re more than ready, fists shaking by your side.

“What the hell was that, Eren?”

He doesn’t answer, swinging the fridge open and grabbing a beer. He twists the top, tossing it aside carelessly and taking a healthy swig, bun bouncing on the back of his head, making no move to acknowledge your presence.

“Answer me!” Your voice rattles the cabinets. “Yeah, was the fake dating a stupid idea? Sure, fine, it was stupid, but starting a fucking fight with Jean on poor Connie’s birthday–”

“You didn’t hear what he said,” Eren says simply, still chugging his beer and avoiding your gaze.

“What could he have said to make you do that? What was so awful that you had to–”

“It was about you.” Eren finally brings his eyes to yours, staring you down through the little hairs that have escaped his bun with such intensity that it nearly knocks you clean on your ass.

Your heart stutters. “You– what did he say?”

“Told me if I wanted to taste your ‘slutty pussy’ so bad, I could just smell his breath. S’why he spit in my face.” Eren’s fingers wrap and unwrap around the beer bottle anxiously.

Your mouth drops agape, tears immediately springing to your eyes. No, you set your resolve, praying your body cooperates. “He…he said that?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d been fucking him?” Eren spares you another scalding look. Your temper flares at his anger, one fire against another.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Eren snaps, “this whole thing was your idea. What am I to you, just some toy you can dangle in front of your pussyboy ex boyfriend? How long have you been fucking him?”

“I haven’t been fucking him,” you hiss, “he lied because he was jealous. And you’re not some toy, you’re– you’re my best friend. I needed you.”

Eren freezes, eyeing you across the kitchen. His expression has changed, infinitesimally so, a pinch of the fury fading from his face but none of the heat. It strikes you that in the years you’ve known him, he’s never looked at you like this before, not once. “Say it again.”

“You’re my–”

“The other thing.”

“I needed you.”

“Again.”

“I needed– fuck, Eren, what is this? Some kind of game?”

He stalks toward you, silhouetted by the light behind him and looking sinful, closing you in. He’s forceful and shameless as he backs you into the counter, as quintessentially Eren as he can be. “Say it one more time.”

“I…needed you,” you indulge him, brain slowing down to pick up each little detail. His cologne– when did he start wearing cologne?– musky and thick in the air, one of his tattoos peeking above the collar of his shirt, the tangible sensation of emerald eyes dragging along every inch of you.

“I like the way you say that,” his tongue darts out, wetting his lips. You stare blatantly. His mouth is red, pouty, and full, bottom lip a little chapped from where he was chewing it in the car. “That you need me.”

Words are lost on you; even if you could gather something to say, it would probably get stuck in your throat the moment it materialized. His presence is choking you. He brings one of those massive hands up, cupping your jaw, running a thumb over your lip. His posture, looming over you, is demanding, almost hungry.

“Do you still?”

“Still?”

“Need me.”

You blink, eyes still watery. “How?”

“You’re a smart girl,” Eren murmurs, hot breath laced with beer fanning over your face, “you know. You’ve always known.”

You do know. When he ghosted a hand over your thighs at the bar, when you fell asleep on his chest watching a movie, the way he had kissed your head, nearly fought Jean, protected you at every twist and turn. You had kept it relegated to the recesses of your brain, slid a hand between your legs and allowed it to simmer to the surface, maybe for a moment, before pushing it back down. You had always known. He has you on the edge of a cliff, and with a thin gasp, you understand him now: he wants you to jump. And so do you.

“I still need you. Now.”

Something critical snaps in both of you. The countertop digs into your lower back, a beautiful, aching pain blooming up your spine to meet the sting of his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. He’s kissing you; this magnetic, maddening man is kissing you, hard. It’s all tongue and teeth, fingers wrapping in hair, hands exploring familiar places in a new way. Greedy, demanding sounds slip through his teeth as he paws at your clothes, squeezes your curves through the silken shirt Sasha had lent you.

“This shirt is ridiculous,” Eren pants into your mouth, “wish I wasn’t about to rip it off of you.”

A little whimper leaves your mouth at that, and your knees buckle. Eren catches you, grabbing you by your torso and lifting you up onto the kitchen counter; you use the extra height to wrap your legs around his hips. A groan from deep in Eren’s chest rumbles against your lips as he rolls his clothed cock insistently against you. The low, simmering heat in your stomach catches fire; he’s big, even through both of your pants, rubbing himself into where you need him most. A hand creeps up your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing you to look up at him. It hits you how large he is; six feet and some change of taut, corded muscle, bad intentions, temptation.

His voice is quiet and controlled, so close to your face that his nose moves against yours as he speaks. “I’m going to take you to my room. If that’s not okay with you, I need you to say it right now.”

You nod urgently, relishing the burn in your scalp where he holds your hair tight. “I want it- want you.”

Eren slides you off of the kitchen counter and holds you firmly around his waist, making a beeline for his room. You mouth at his neck, enjoying the little grunts he makes against your ear. You drop unceremoniously onto the bed, left to watch as he tears off his shirt.

Oh, and do you watch. It’s difficult to comprehend that your best friend is the man standing above you. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times, but not like this: chest heaving, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, muscles flexing as he reaches for your shirt, ripping it from you and tossing it away. Your eyes draw towards the defined v leading down beneath his jeans, and you wonder how it might taste under your tongue.

Your bra comes next, Eren moving down to take your lips in his again as he deals with the clasp. He pushes you onto your back, kissing down your neck, sneaking harsh bites in between the gentle presses of his lips.

“Careful, Eren– you’ll leave marks,” you gasp, pulling at his hair.

“Good,” Eren replies against your neck, emphasizing his point with another deep bite to your neck, “you wanted everyone to think I was your little boyfriend, didn’t you? Let them see.” 

Your panties grow damp and hot against your core at that; you have no other response than to choke out a stunted moan.

“Fuck, you have no idea,” he growls, traveling down, teeth scraping the top of your breast, “what you do to me. How long I’ve wanted you.”

Your mind falters, caught in the crosswires of Eren’s confession and the way you’re clutching his head to your breasts, fingers desperately threaded in his dark hair and pulling him as close as you could get him. His mouth is so hot it burns, even against your feverish skin. 

“Remember…” Eren muses, mouthing his way down your stomach, “remember college? When you’d wear those slutty little dresses out?”

“I remember,” you breathe, impatient and urging him towards your lower half.

“Used to come home from the bar and jerk myself off, thinking about this sweet little cunt,” Eren tears your pants down your legs, panties following, “could practically see it in those short ass dresses. I’d cum thinking about how you’d sound when I stuck my tongue in it.”

A lewd whine rips out of your throat before you can stop it. Eren’s pressing your thighs open now, and his words and the quick little swipes he’s making across your clit are making you dizzy.

“Fuck…” Eren trails off, eyes wide, “got such a pretty pussy. Just look at you.”

“Eren, please,” you’ve never been the begging type, but the bright green eyes peering up at you from where your legs are propped open by broad, strong shoulders take your sense away.

“I’ve got you,” he shushes you, grinning as he leans into your center. A thick stripe of a lick up the center elicits a groan from you both. “So fucking sweet. Knew you would be.”

Eren hooks his arms around your legs, dragging you down the bed to be flush with his face. Eren’s no amateur when it comes to women, you know that, but you had never dared to let yourself imagine what that might translate to in practice.

He licks little figure-eights around your clit, not quite hitting it; he’s teasing you, the antagonist that he is. You tremble under him, little gasps and whimpers puffing out of your lips. Eren smiles contentedly against your pussy, nose flush with your clit, nudging against it rhythmically as he licks through your folds, circling your entrance. You bring your hands down your body, grabbing a fistful of dark hair and pulling him closer to you; you don’t even know what you want, the singular word more ringing in your head like a church bell.

Eren chuckles. “You need something?”

“Stop fucking with me,” you breathe, inwardly cringing at the desperation in your voice, laid bare for him to see. You brace yourself, looking down to meet his eyes, and instantly regret it. The anger has faded entirely from his face, replaced by an unyielding hunger. A wet, wicked smile plays at his mouth; you can physically feel your cunt dripping just at the sight of him.

“You want me to stop fucking with you?”

“Please, Eren, I need you–”

“That’s all you had to say.”

And then, like he does with everything else in his life, Eren licks into you like his life depends on it, like he’s trying to drown himself in you. His tongue pushes in and out of your hole, swirling around your clit, and you can distantly hear the most obscene sounds you’ve ever heard slipping from your mouth. He’s so good, better than you’ve had in years; you throw your head back against the bedspread, hardly able to focus on breathing.

Just when you think it can’t get any more intense, Eren slides one long finger inside of you, curling it against a spongy spot in your walls that makes you see stars. He chuckles at the loud, long moan that you let out.

“My girl likes being full, doesn’t she?” He pumps his finger slowly, testing your limits. Your walls clutch down on him, begging.

“M-more,” you stutter, barely able to form a coherent word through your panting.

“What was that?” You can hear the shit-eating grin on his face.

“I need– fuck– I need more.”

“Magic word?”

“Please, Eren, fuck!”

“Good, good girl,” he coos, pushing another finger into you, “so sweet and needy for me, yeah?”

Your eyes fly open at the stretch, the fullness of his fingers moving inside you. His other hand comes up to push on your lower stomach; your head snaps up, and you frown at him, panicked.

“W-what are you– oh,” you hate yourself for it, but you can’t even speak as he applies pressure onto your abdomen. You feel strange; it’s just right and too much all at once. The familiar bubble of an impending orgasm swells in the pit of your stomach, but it’s more intense, wetter than you’ve ever felt it. 

“Close?”

“Mhm,” you force out through gritted teeth. Eren moves his elbow slightly, just enough to bear down on your hip bone where you’re pushing your hips up towards him unwittingly. “But it- it feels weird…I, I can’t–”

“Sh,” he murmurs, mouth back against your clit, “you can do it, just for me, I know you can. It’s going to feel so good, you’ll see.”

Your eyes roll back in your head as you teeter on the precipice, blood roaring in your ears. You want to, you need to–

“Cum all over my fucking face baby, give it to me.”

The band in you snaps, your eyes rolling back into your head. You can feel your cunt spasming around his fingers, pushing something out. Liquid sprays from you, all over Eren’s face, soaking the sheets beneath you. You can’t even hear the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth, too surprised at the gushing orgasm. It finally winds down, and once you gather the energy, you shove insistently at his hand still pumping in and out of your sensitive pussy.

“You have the messiest little cunt,” Eren chuckles at you, wiping his face and kissing his way back up to your gasping mouth, “knew you were a squirter.”

He lands a few gentle taps against your sore pussy, and you flinch. 

“I–I’ve never…” you take a shaky breath in between every word, “never done that before.”

Pride illuminates his face. “Really? I knew you could do it– just for me, right?”

You nod, sitting up on trembling elbows. “Your cock, I– I want it in my mouth. Please let me.”

You reach down to fumble with the button of his jeans, but Eren grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up to kiss it gently. “Next time. I’d never forgive myself if I busted before I got to fuck you.”

Too overwhelmed to answer, you simply nod again, sitting back as he shimmies his pants off. Once you catch sight of it, your mouth waters. He’s big, bigger than you thought, wide enough to where your fingers wouldn’t touch if you grabbed it, and long enough to make you gag. The thought goes straight between your legs, cunt still throbbing and clutching around nothing, and a rush of anticipation washes over you.

Eren flips you over onto your stomach, shoving a couple of pillows underneath your hips to prop your ass up. “Christ,” he exhales, landing a sharp smack to your ass.

“Please, Eren- oh!” You jump; Eren’s circling your asshole, using the mess you’ve already made as lube to pop the tip of his thumb in. “Eren…”

“You’d let me fuck you there, one day, I bet,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, you think. Your body tenses in response, the memory of your first glance at his cock fresh in your mind. Eren swears under his breath. “Maybe next time, then.”

You hear him spit, hear the slick sounds of him lathering himself up. You have a brief moment to think to yourself, with the last glimmering shreds of consciousness in your orgasm-dazed mind, that this is Eren. This is your best friend, pinning you to the bed by the back of your neck, rubbing your lower back, admiring you, fucking you. And then the head of his cock is pressing into you, and that last little bit of hesitation gives way.

“Oh, baby,” Eren bends over you to growl in your ear, “never gonna forgive you for keeping this perfect pussy from me all these years.”

“Eren, it’s so– oh my god,” you trail off, eyes rolling back into your head as a few more inches of him sink into you. The way your body stretches for him, the way he fills you, is unbelievable, sweetened by just the slightest burning sensation.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pressing his forehead into the back of your neck, “you feel so fucking good. Best I’ve ever had.”

You whine at that, pushing your hips back into his and forcing him to bottom out. Eren swears against your skin, nearly collapsing on top of you. Your cunt pulses around him, desperately trying to hold him. You can hardly fathom the weight of him inside you; you’re just so full, the word runs through your mind on a loop.

And when he rolls his hips into yours– you nearly start praying. He drags against your walls so nicely, you nearly cum again then and there. He works up a torturously slow rhythm, grinding his hips into yours. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying your hardest to suppress the obscene groan about to leave your mouth. You taste blood.

“Never giving this pussy up,” Eren grunts above you, “never letting you give this to anybody else again. It’s mine, isn’t it?”

You nod into the pillow beneath your head, tears pricking at your eyes. He’s picking up the pace now, and the exquisite push-and-pull rhythm of Eren moving inside of you coupled with the fact that it’s Eren moving inside of you is destroying any semblance of intelligent conversation you can muster.

“Say it’s mine,” his face is beside yours now. A hand grabs your hair, turning your face towards him. You know how dazed you must look, mouth open in a permanent gasp, eyes watery and full of hearts. “God, you look fucking incredible. Say it.”

“My…my pussy is,” you swallow hard around the delicious knot of shame in your throat, “yours. It’s yours.”

“That’s my girl,” Eren sits back up, thrusting even faster, “my pussy, my girl. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” you pant, canting your hips back against his, feeling your next orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Eren understands, already knows your body as well as he knows you, and moves the angle of his hips just so to hit that spot he had found so quickly with his fingers earlier. You keen, drooling into the pillow, letting him fuck you stupid.

Eren shoves you over the edge for the second time that night. It’s toe curling, almost violent in nature, the way you cum around him, listening to him hiss as you tighten around him, vice-like. He fucks you through your orgasm for just long enough to see you through it, and flips you onto your back the moment you begin to twitch and shove at his hips, desperate for a break.

You slowly blink your eyes open in surprise, letting the tears roll down your cheeks, expecting to see Eren lining himself up, ready to fuck you senseless once more. Instead, he’s studying you, wiping a tear from your face, licking it off of his finger. There’s a moment happening here, an important one, one you don’t have the mental capacity to absorb right now.

“I want to see you now,” Eren says quietly, “need to see your pretty face when I cum, m’kay?”

You nod dumbly, not knowing how to respond to him in the thick air hanging between you. Before Eren can get any more words out of his open mouth, a loud ring startles you both.

Your phone is buzzing on the floor where it fell from Eren’s pocket; the name on the screen nearly stops your heart. Jean.

You stare into Eren’s eyes, a long, silent beat passes between you both. Your hazy mind is scrambling, grasping at anything you can say to take his mind off of the awkward interruption, but to your surprise, Eren cracks a grin. It’s a wicked grin, prettier than the devil himself and twice as evil.

“Your other boyfriend calling? Checking up on you?”

“He’s not my-”

“Better not be. Not after what I did to you tonight,” Eren’s voice drips with ego. Something in his eyes is territorial, carnal.

You find your words, but they come out quiet. “He’s not. Never again.”

Eren’s grin grows darker. He’s nudging your knees apart with his own, reaching down and pulling one of your legs to wrap around his waist. He’s pushing himself in now, the ringing of your phone fading into the background as the all-encompassing stretch of Eren inside you takes over your thoughts.

“Such a good girl,” he coos, thumbing at your bottom lip, “such a good mouth. Always telling me what I want to hear.”

You nod again, urgently this time, pulling your other leg up to hook them around his waist, hold him inside you, make sure he never leaves again. You’re addicted already; addicted to the pressure in your abdomen, addicted to the way his tip kisses your cervix, addicted to the taste of his sweat as you lick a strip of it from his face, cheekbone to temple.

“I…” you aren’t sure how to articulate how good it is, how good he is. A defeated laugh of your own making interrupts you. “You feel so fucking good. I feel so fucking good right now.”

“God, just look at you, all fucked out for me. You love it, don’t you?” Eren kisses your forehead, face to face with you after propping his elbows on either side of your face. “Love how I fuck you like a whore, don’t you? Tell me, baby.”

“I love it,” your voice is quivering, and you’re vaguely aware of tears streaming down your face. You’re overstimulated, you at least know that, but he just feels so good that asking him to stop seems more painful than letting him keep hammering into you.

“My pretty baby, you’re so fucking perfect,” Eren rambles, “so pretty when you cry for me.”

You can’t break away from his gaze, not through the tears or the rapid-fire speed of him fucking into you. Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely hold them up; Eren’s letting a flurry of little grunts and groans fly out, grabbing onto your cheek with one hand.

“Gonna cum soon,” he huffs, hips still pistoning into you hard enough to hurt, “gonna cum in your pussy, really make it mine, okay?”

“Okay,” you whimper, clamping down on him at the mere thought of it.

“Fuck, you like that don’t you?” He seethes against your forehead, thrusts beginning to falter. “You want to be mine? Want this pretty cunt stuffed full of my cum?”

You can feel him getting closer now, sloppy thrusts punching into your cervix, the ache of bruises forming on your inner thighs as he uses you, chasing his orgasm. You force your eyes open, meeting bright, hypnotizing green. Your voice is going to break, you know it, you hate it, you love him for it. “I– I want to be yours. P-please cum in me Eren, I need it.”

He slams into you one last time, holding his hips as tightly to yours as he can manage, cumming deep inside you with a breathless curse. You arch your back, relishing the feel of his cum in you, warm and filling. Even in your fucked-out mind, you know it’s a lot; you can feel the drip of it, seeping out around his cock and down onto the sheets. The leaden collapse of his body into yours, the gradual softening of him inside you, grounds you, pulling you down from the clouds and back into the bed.

It’s Eren on top of you, sweaty skin clinging to yours, his cum that you begged him for leaking out of your abused pussy. Your eyes shoot open. He’s incredibly heavy, your breath still coming out in short puffs as you try to catch it. He slides out of you; one last pitiful whimper leaving your lips as you find yourself empty.

“Holy shit,” Eren breathes out into the tension, a humorless and exhausted laugh punctuating his statement. As he rolls off of you, you’re overcome with the urge to smack him.

“That’s one way of putting it.” You scrounge around in the bed, trying to find the edge of the sheets to cover yourself with. Eren lays beside you, arm tossed over his eyes, as if the entire axis of your friendship hadn’t just flipped on its head. After a beat, you speak your mind, testing the waters. “I should probably call Jean back.”

That catches his attention. Eren sits up, scowling at you. “Why?”

“Maybe he wants to apologize.”

Eren snorts, rolling off of the bed and pulling you up with him, bridal-style; you aren’t sure where he’s taking you, but all the fight’s been fucked out of you, and you melt into his arms, eyes falling closed. “Who fucking cares?”

“I might,” you answer quietly, adjusting to the heat radiating off of his body. When your eyes open, you realize he’s carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. Your heart thuds sadly in your chest, overcome with so many emotions you couldn’t begin to name them if you tried. You almost want to cry again, for a different reason now.

Eren sits you on the toilet, not responding to your small confession. He drops to his knees before you, reaches a long arm behind him over to the fixtures on his obscenely large bathtub, pushing the plug in and turning the water on. You draw your knees up to your chest, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed. Satisfied with the water temperature, Eren turns back to you, one hand placed firmly on each of your kneecaps.

“You don’t need him,” he says, solemn as you’ve ever seen him, “and from what I saw tonight, you don’t even want him. You know that now, right?”

There’s something about the way he says it, a hidden thread of pleading woven into his words. Your exhausted brain holds onto that, but your heart refuses to believe in it, broken and beating wildly in your chest.

“I just–”

“I meant it, you know,” Eren avoids your direct gaze, eyes flitting over every feature on your face, “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Meant every word of it.”

You pause, wondering absentmindedly if he can hear the pounding of your pulse. “Really?”

“We don’t need to get into it now,” he shrugs, “but you know that. You know I’d do anything for you. You know I’d treat you well. ‘M not a bad guy.”

Your chest aches. “I know, but Eren–”

“So that wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had in your life?” He fixes you with a singular, raised eyebrow, so serious that you giggle in his face.

“You might have me there.”

“Better than horseface?”

“Watch it.”

The light returns to his eyes; it loosens a hard little piece in your chest, flooding you with warmth. It hits you just how much you love that little sparkle amongst the green, just how much you would give to see it as often as you can. “We won’t talk about it, for now at least. I’ll get us cleaned up, and we can go watch–”

“Mamma Mia,” you blurt, hopeful.

“No fucking shot. But we can watch something else of your choosing, if you let me eat you out again.”

“Eren!” You smack his shoulder, scandalized. Both of you laugh; your fake outrage is twice as funny considering the state of you right now, smeared makeup and bruises on your neck.

He grins crookedly back at you. “That’s not a no.”

[primalmagic]

here's an excerpt out of my WIP benlor fic called "letters in incognito" <3. hope yguys like it !!

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It wasn’t fair. They’d gone through so much together. They’d literally gone through hell and back, but Tyler still wasn’t done.

She wishes so badly that she could do something, that she wasn’t so. Fucking. Useless.

God, there was at least one thing her “secret admirer” had gotten wrong. Taylor wasn’t smart- she was just… ignorant. It was easier to manage things when you didn’t believe they were real.

She got to live her little daydreams and normal life while Tyler was faced with the real stuff. And it was killing him, once.

It’s killing him now.

The damages done to their house and their reputations after the phantom realm only meant Taylor’s mom had to work harder to fix their mistakes, barely coming home for longer than an hour a day. That Tyler had to work harder to fix the gap she’d left beyond.

Everything was so, so-

Taylor?

She looks up suddenly, not realizing she was already in the kitchen, the counter’s cold marble digging into her hand.

You’ve been standing there for a while.

“Oh,” she mutters, “Water. Right.”

But Ben blocks her from the cabinet, hastily typing with one hand. Are you okay?

She nods, closing her eyes. “Yeah, yep, I just… tired, you know?”

She thinks that’ll make him drop it, but instead, he simply moves closer. I’ll get the water for Tyler. You should go to sleep now.

She shakes her head,” We share a room anyway, I’ll just give him the water. Thanks for offering though.”

Still, he doesn’t move.

You said he was up all night, right? If you sleep in the same room as him, you might not be able to rest again. 

“I need to be there for him, Ben,” she smiles tiredly, “He would do it for me.”

You’ll be a lot more help to Tyler if you’re not falling asleep in my arms. He raises an eyebrow, and Taylor turns beet red. 

“I’m not falling asleep in your arms!” 

Really? So I won’t have to carry you to the couch then?

She splutters, caught off guard, and Ben only smiles. Before she can process what’s going on, she feels arms around her waist.

Almost on instinct, she lets herself rest on his shoulder, feeling a little bit of tension disappear. He holds her for a few seconds, minutes, moments that feel like hours.

It’s a simple gesture, but it makes her feel so much better. Wrapped in his arms, she lets herself feel warm.

Ben is safe, she knows.

She is safe.

She’s not alone.

“Thanks,” she whispers, pulling away. His hands are still around her though, she thinks. And then forces herself to stop thinking because she’s already blushed way too many times today.

She’s really fighting to stay awake now, and she knows Ben can see it. “Might have to take up your offer of carrying me,” she jokes, “I think I might fall asleep here.”

She can’t hear him chuckle, but she can feel it, reverberating under her pulse.

She smiles as she looks up, “I do really need to get that wat-” 

Oh.

Oh.

Oh my god.

It is safe to say that Taylor is caught completely off guard as Ben picks her up.

Bridal style. 

Oh.

She’s pretty sure she’s combusting. 

A few thoughts cross her mind, one of them being:

Oh, he’s strong. 

And:

He’s carrying me. Why? Right. I said that. Right. Fuck. Words. What do I say? Um.

She opts to stay silent, because any word that leaves her right now will probably sound like one of Alvin’s chipmunks. 

He carries her to the couch, then settles her down slowly. Taylor watches him in a daze, feeling a little bit otherworldly- as if she’s watching the entire scene in third person- and is somehow more awake then she’s been all day.

Go to sleep, Tay. I’ll figure it out, alright? You deserve to rest.

Half of her tries to stay awake, but the other half doesn’t need to be told twice.

Her eyes close immediately, her mind focusing on the steady (but slightly rushed?) heartbeat of the boy next to her. She lets it drift her away, away from her exhaustion and into a dreamless sleep.

Before she falls, she swears she feels lips brushing her temple, a soft, sweet touch- one that reminds her of the kisses her mother used to give to her as a child.

She’s imagining it, she knows. But it makes her feel at home all the same.

[morningstargirl666]

WIP WEDNESDAY

In a completely unsurprising turn of events, my rewrite of tbbw's chapter 5 had to be split into 2 chapters because I've added so much. So the old chapter 5's contents are now chapter 5 and 6. Here's a snippet from the new chapter 6:

“Oh my god, she’s inviting him to the Ball,” Caroline exclaimed, eyes popping between Rebekah and Matt, watching as the former smiled demurely, placing a hand on Matt’s arm and swear-to-God giggling at something he said. That snake. She spun to Elena, outraged. “Why is she inviting him?”

Elena glared at Rebekah from her seat, the anger in her eyes fading a little to make way for resignation. “Probably to get this reaction from us.”

“Urgh!” Caroline huffed, leaning back with a scowl on her face, folding her arms over her chest. “What day is this stupid dance again?”

Elena turned towards her, eyes hopeful. “You’ll come?”

Caroline rolled her eyes, still glaring at where Rebekah stood. “I’m not leaving you and Matt to those vipers.”

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, Caroline,” Elena said softly, looking worried. “I mean, if Klaus invited you…won’t he expect you to dance with him?”

“It’s like you said, he’s following his mum’s rules right? I should be fine. ” 

“Still, I get it if you want to bow out.”

“Not a chance,” Caroline declared firmly, offering Elena her first smile of the afternoon. “Besides, do you know how jealous Courtney will be if I go to this Ball while she’s not even invited?”

Elena’s face broke open in a grin, laughing a little. “Is she the one that-”

“That saw Klaus pick up Rebekah from school that one time and has been thirsting after him ever since? Yep,” Caroline finished for her, eyes widening to show how truly ridiculous she thought her classmate’s crush was. “I mean, objectively, I get it-” Who didn’t? Even Caroline could admit Klaus was hot. Just more in the I-kill-people-and-I-look-good-doing-it kinda way. “-but has she never heard of the phrase don’t judge a book by its cover? Or stranger danger?” 

“Clearly not,” Elena mused with a smile, picking up her menu again.

Caroline huffed, leaning down to take another sip of her coke. “And what’s worse,” she continued, talking around her straw, “she said she met one of the other brothers yesterday morning in the town square and will not stop TALKING about it.”

Elena’s brows flickered with confusion. “Elijah?”

Caroline shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. She said he looked our age, maybe a little older. Apparently she-” hear Caroline held up her fingers to make air quotes, “-‘accidentally’ bumped into him and he was totally flirting with her, and then they shared this ‘moment’-” Elena opened her mouth, no doubt to ask what Courtney meant by ‘moment’ but Caroline had already lived through Courtney’s nauseating retelling of their make out session against the wall of the Grill and she was not repeating it. “-don’t even ask - where she pointed out he had a bit of ketchup smeared on the edge of his mouth.” 

When Caroline stopped talking, staring at Elena, clearly waiting for a reaction, her friend blinked, looking lost.

“So?”

“So?” Caroline echoed, throwing her hands out in frustration. “Elena, it clearly wasn’t ketchup.”

Elena’s eyes widened in realisation. “You think it was blood.”

“That family? With their record?” Caroline scoffed, leaning back with her head held high. “I know it was blood.”

“Kol’s not one for table manners, I’m afraid,” Rebekah announced, joining their conversation. Caroline flinched a little at her sudden appearance behind her - why was it, she could be so loud in those heels when she walked away but so silent when sneaking up behind them? Dramatic bitch.

“Were you listening in?” she asked to hide her unease. “Creeper.”

Rebekah shot her a smile that was all fake pleasantries and masked murderous intent. “Only when you started gossiping about the bachelorhood of my brothers.” She tilted her head, eyes raking over Caroline, silently judging her. “To think I once respected your taste in men.”

“Hey,” Caroline spat, jabbing a finger in the Original vampire’s direction, “Courtney is the one gossiping, not me.”

Rebekah’s nose scrunched up with disgust, familiar with their dark-haired classmate who was a particular breed of rich who thought every new trend was the height of social status. At the moment, the girl was on some vegan diet she’d found on a guy’s blog and bragging about the advantages of goat yoga.

“Kol was flirting with Courtney? I very much doubt that.”

Caroline sent her most saccharine smile back, the one that was all politeness but said in my head, I’m stabbing you in the eye with a hot poker. “Maybe your brother’s just shallow, like you.”

Rebekah’s face dropped, lips twisting into a sneer.

Elena awkwardly cleared her throat, shooting Caroline a warning glare. “Kol? That’s his name, then? Your brother?” she asked Rebekah, diverting her deadly attention from Caroline. 

When Caroline didn’t back down, merely raising her chin higher in challenge, something relented in Rebekah’s eyes and slowly, she turned to Elena, even though she glanced back at Caroline with a contemplative look on her face from time to time.

“Finn’s the eldest. Kol though, he’s younger than Klaus. Older than me. I’m sure you’ll meet them both soon, or Kol will eat you,” she said with a smile at Elena, turning to walk away, this time to leave the Grill, heels clicking behind her. “Whichever comes first, he’s not one to play by my mother’s rules.”

“Elijah won’t stand for it!” Elena shouted after her, as determined as Caroline to get in the last word.

Neither saw Rebekah’s smirk.

“As long as Kol isn’t setting the house fire,” she called back over her shoulder, “I doubt my dear older brother will care.”

[chaosfairy18]

So I was going through WIPs and found that I had written almost 3k for a highschool AU. I'll just share most of this here I suppose because it is so funny and cute ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thinking about his boyfriend, Mush grinned widely into his locker, getting all the books he would need in the day out. Just a few more minutes and he’d get to see him. The last time had been on Friday before Blink got to his orchestra rehearsal and he himself had to get to soccer practise. They hadn’t had time to meet during the weekend with all of their homework and families, but they had been together for long enough that it didn’t matter.

Of course he loved being with Louis, but it wasn’t a need to see him everyday to make sure they still loved each other anymore. He knew that was the case.

Still, Mush hadn’t expected to see Blink grinning like a madman with a red-faced Race trying to get in his way as much as he could, elbowing him, pulling him by the arm, but not accomplishing much to deter him. “Nick, Nicky you won’t believe- Ouch! Why’d you got so sharp elbows, man? Mush, come here, I’ll have to tell you before I get stabbed to death, quick!”

Not one to refuse his sweetheart anything – and also intrigued what could possibly get Race to resort to almost killing Louis – he got closer, Race only doubling his efforts to shut Blink up without much success. “Don’t you dare, Louis Ryan Balletti, I’ll leak those photos of you I swear to god-“

“Do it, I dare you, I don’t care, this is better. Nick, Nick, guess what happened on Friday-“

If this was something from last Friday, it must have happened in their orchestra rehearsals. If Mush wasn’t wrong there was something special happening in these ones, he just didn’t quite remember what. “Racetrack, come on, let my boyfriend live, he’ll tell me sooner or later.”

“Not if he’s dead he won’t.”

“Race. No murder in public places, even your family can’t get you out of that.”

Race rolled his eyes at the implications. Race’s Italian family being part of the mafia had been a running joke for years, since they first found out about his heritage. But at least he stopped, leaving Blink to grasp his shoulders and grin like he’d just won the lottery. “Race, our dear little Tony, has a crush on one of the theatre kids.”

“It’s not a crush-“

“And how it happened is the best thing I’ve ever seen, I swear, Nick-“

“It’s not that important, Blink, you’re makin’ it out to be way bigger than it was.”

While the two kept bickering, Mush remembered what had been so special about Friday’s rehearsals. This year, the theatre club did a musical and instead of using pre-recorded music they wanted to include the school orchestra for the tracks. It was very ambitious, in his opinion, but if someone could do it, it would be Ms. Medda. She was an angel of a woman and responsible for both clubs, even though she shared the orchestra with someone else, who was also the conductor.

“Stop for a sec.”, started Mush, “It was the first meeting with the theatre kids, right? Because of the musical?”

Race, looking resigned, and Blink, looking manic, turned to him again. “Yeah! And for the first fifteen minutes Medda and Hannah were discussing some stuff so we were left alone and could just talk, you know? And apparently one of the Delanceys is in theatre.”

"Anyways, if this is happening, I may as well explain it. So Oscar was being really annoying, arguing with one of our girls, Stray, she’s playing the flute, and I don’t even know if he was trying to flirt or just plain arguing but it was getting loud and she was yelling at him to leave him alone.”

“And then comes Race’s knight in shining armour-“

“Then comes a guy from theatre I don’t know and pulls Oscar away and as he’s not backing down, so he punches him square in the face.”

“Race was practically swooning.”

“No I wasn’t, shut up.”, denied Race, already getting red in the face again.

~~~~~~ I skipped a bit of scene setting from that Friday pov ~~~~~~

With how Race had to look back to talk to Blink he didn’t notice Oscar Delancey, Mr. Wiesel’s nephew, come up to their front row and talk to one of their flute players, Stray. Even if he’d seen it, he probably wouldn’t have thought much of it, he and the rest of their friend group didn’t like the Delanceys much, with Jack fighting them regularly, but he wouldn’t have let that influence his orchestra experience. He’d at most have wondered why Oscar was in the theatre club. If he wanted to talk to someone that wasn’t their business.

Well, just talking wouldn’t have been their business anyhow.

Everything happened pretty fast after that. Race heard it get loud, registered Oscar and Stray arguing about God knows what and he’d had half a mind to get to the front and intercept the argument, as it didn’t have a place in today’s rehearsals, as another theatre kid got up to them, pulling Oscar back and sternly talking to him, much quieter. He had thought that was that and already wanted to turn back to Blink to ask him whatever had just been going on, as the expression on the unknown blond boy turned furious and he punched Oscar square in the face.

Race would later never admit it, not under torture or anything, but the moment he reeled back for his punch, as he was halfway turned in Race’s direction, it almost seemed like time slowed down.

He hadn’t seen much of the blond boy before, but the only thing that came to mind as he fully saw his profile was the word pretty. He had a kind of petite features, making him seem like one of the fairies in stories that would lure you into eternal damnation or something with a wrong word, with bright eyes whose colours Antonio couldn’t quite see from this far away that burned with an anger that made it more seem like he was some spirit of vengeance that had descended on earth for revenge and-

As the punch collected Race slightly shook his head. What had just gotten into him? He already knew he was very much attracted to men but that had never happened before. Even as Oscar tried to hit back, and as Medda got in between the boys, he could only think that whoever that was looked really pretty. And could probably kill him if he ever found out what kind of weird ass thoughts he’d just had about him.

Being absorbed in different renditions of ‘damn, he’s pretty’, Race didn’t notice that Blink had seen each and every reaction his friend had shown upon witnessing the scene and was already planning out his interrogation. For whenever Race returned to the real world.

Mush laughed at the explanation, obviously siding with Blink. The traitor. “Love at first punching a Delancey, that’s a first.”

Absolutely done with the assholes he called friends, Race intended to turn around and sulk or search for any of his other friends who hadn’t been present at Friday, but as he saw something – or someone down the hall he quickly turned around to blend in with the other chattering students in the hall.

Naturally, his asshole friends noticed. “What’d you see? Snyder? Or-“ Race could see the exact moment Blink recognized Race’s predicament as his face split into another gleeful grin. “Oh, who have we here?”

Mush, who hasn’t been subtle a day in his life got onto his tiptoes and leaned on Louis’ shoulder to balance himself while he looked around. “Is it that blond over there? Wait, I know him.”

“You do?”, slipped out of Race before he could stop himself. Goddammit, he was already a pathetic mess, and he didn’t even know anything about the guy.

While Blink’s smile turned into a grin Mush either hid his maliciousness better or wanted to be genuinely helpful. “We played against each other in soccer in Middle School, he played for a Brooklyn school. Everyone called him Spot, I think his last name was Conlon.”

Spot Conlon. That would make it a lot easier to find his accounts on any socials, just to see what he- no, no, don’t be a stalker, you don’t even know him, the crush will pass, don’t be weird.

Naturally, the universe hated him – or loved him, depending on when you ask him about this occurrence– so when Race got lightly tapped on the shoulder he had expected Jack, or Crutchie, or David asking him to compare their physics homework, not the object of his affections who shouldn’t even know he existed.

Standing opposite of Spot-the-blond-theatre-club-member he noticed that he was only minimally shorter than the other, which didn’t happen often, usually he had at least half a head less in height than everyone else, which didn’t help the fluttery feeling in his stomach. Spot’s eyes were also grey or a very light blue, which made it seem like he was unravelling every thought Race had just had about him. It didn’t make him any less pretty.

“Um, hi?”, he stuttered, not quite sure what could have prompted the other to talk to him. What if he’s a psychic and just heard all the things he thought about him-

“Hi, you’re Tony Higgins, right? Play the first trumpet in band?” And Mush must have been right with him being from Brooklyn because you could definitely hear that. Racetrack tried to concentrate fully on not turning red because he was forced to talk to a crush he hadn’t even really processed yet and god he was such a bi disaster, this wasn’t even funny.

“Yeah, that’s me.”, he said lamely. He heard quiet snickers from behind him, undoubtedly from Mush and Blink. He’d kind of forgotten they were still behind him.

“I’m Sean Conlon, I play Dracula in the production, I wanted to ask you somethin’ about a song I’m pretty sure you got a solo in, but,” he looked down at his phone for a second, “It’s gettin’ pretty close to first lesson, you got time after school to meet up?” Whichever higher power was at fault for this happening got both a thank you and a curse, because this wasn’t in his plans, he wants to meet me, shit what do I do?

“Yeah, sure. I don’t have anything going on.” It would mean he wouldn’t be able to drive Blink and Mush home, but he was sure Jack or David had some free seats, this was more important, and they only deserved it for how they laughed about him. Who’s laughing now? Well, not Race, but not them either.

Race wasn’t prepared for the small grin Sean – Spot, whatever – sent his was shortly before turning around. “Cool, see you then.”

Managing for another ten seconds to look like he was totally normal, he promptly fell into himself as he turned back around to Nick and Louis who were cooing in his direction. “What the fuck was that. You saw that too, right? I didn’t just hallucinate talking to him?”

Mush, with a far too sappy expression cooed: “You’ve already fallen so hard, it’s adorable.”

“And yeah, he was here, must be your lucky day, Racey. Should I already plan the wedding?”

Grumbling, he rolled his eyes. “That’d imply he’s interested.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yeah this is all but I do think it is funny and cute. It was supposed to be fake dating :3

[rule0fwolves]

100 rp sentence starters/dialogue prompts straight out of fanfictions I've written.

{feel free to change pronouns and wording as you need or see fit!}

ALSO DONT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT HOW RANDOM OR CHEESY THESE ARE I DONT WANNA HEAR IT

also also, a few of them are from WIPS that I have yet to unleash onto this hellsite or the other lame ones.

“Don’t play dumb. You knew how they felt. You were just stringing them on, right? You weren’t serious.”

“Woah, what’s up with you? You look pissed.”

“You did the right thing.”

“Worst of all, I miss you; the only one who deserves to be missed. You’re the only one who’s actually good for me.”

“You’re acting really distant for no reason. Well, maybe there is a reason, but how the hell would I know that if you don’t tell me?”

“I like you. More than a friend. I’m sorry I had to tell you like this.”

“What are you looking at me like that for?”

“You’re cute, I’ll give you that. But no amount of whining will make me tell you.”

“I better be the only man in your life. You’ll never find anyone as great as me, I promise.”

“Don’t worry baby, you’ll always be my number one”

“It’s gotten dark. Here, let me walk you home.”

“Duh? I, A, have found a movie that I think you, B, would like so I, A, am asking you, B, to see a movie with me.”

“Omg yes! I can’t wait to actually meet you! I want to go everywhere with you.”

“You can think about work later, okay? Let’s run away.”

“You remember our secret paradise, don’t you?”

“You need to take better care of yourself, bub. Whenever you need me, I’m here. I’ll help you.”

“Yeah. I remember you crying like a big baby when ___ called you average.”

“I am manifesting that ___ doesn’t actually like me and is actually confessing something else.”

“I’m gonna need at least 3 years before I can come back from that shit.”

“What kind of damage have you done you dumbass!!”

“SHE DOESN’T KNOW ANYTHING I SWEAR ON MY MAMA”

“THIS WOULDN’T BE A PROBLEM IF YOU WEREN’T A PUSSY AND YOU JUST CONFESS ALREADY!!”

“___ told me to say “mind ur business <3””

“Sorry, my lips are (forcibly) sealed.”

“Count your days, ___. Sleep with one eye open from now on.”

“You are so jealous it is so funny”

“I’M TELLING ___ YOU WANNA HAVE AN AFFAIR”

“I’m happy for you! I know you were pretty upset, so I’m glad things worked out.”

“Sorry about that. I panicked. Thanks for helping me out.”

"I don't really feel like working on the project today."

"Let's just hang out. Tell me more about yourself. You haven't told me much."

"Oh my god I've thought about this so many times, you have no idea.”

“Hey, pretty. Do you have a pen?”

“You should stay home. Rest a little. I’ll have fun for you.”

“Awww, you’re so eager.”

“I don’t want to stay just friends…. I like you too much.”

“Just lean on me. I won’t let you go.”

“Live for me.”

“I forgot to bring some clothes with me last night, and I thought you wouldn’t mind if I wore something of yours…”

“We’re done, _____. I’ve seen enough. I knew this was happening but I chose to ignore it. I chose to have faith in you and this is how you repay me? I guess I made the wrong choice. Thanks for nothing, asshole.”

“Of course you would, anything for just a kiss,” 

“Go, go! I don’t want you to get in trouble for me.”

“Thanks. I don’t know what I’d do without you and your layers,”

“Well if it turns out you rejected me, then I wouldn’t have to see your stupid face again afterwards and I wouldn’t have to feel awkward about it.”

“Say it again! Say you like me!”

“I’ll kill her if you want me to. No one hurts my ____.” (joking)

“Says you, Mr. Five Foot Nine Inches!!” (can go for any height under 5’11” or 180cm)

“It’s dark out there and you never know what could happen.”

“Thanks for coming over. I feel a lot better.”

 “Don’t worry, sweetheart, it was just a joke.”

“____! Let me go! You smell, go shower!”

“It’s been a month already, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.”

“I couldn’t find an umbrella… And I didn’t know it would be raining that hard. It was only sprinkling when I left”

“Oh my god thank goodness it’s you. My friends ditched me.”

“What the fuck are you doing? Get off me!”

“I like the way she looks at me. And I like how she always cares about me. And the way her eyebrows furrow together whenever she’s confused and the ways her eyes sparkle when she’s amazed by something. And of course I love her attention.”

“Don’t get rid of your feelings for me. Don’t forget me. Don’t like anyone else.”

“Hey, instead of sleeping on the couch, could you sleep with me? I’m sure it would be much more comfortable and better for your back.”

 “How’s it going my little emo buddy?”

“Not exactly stalking… Just… Watching. I don’t want you to get hurt. That guy is just a player. I can give you everything you need.”

“You really hate love, don’t you?”

“You’re such a great friend. What did I do to deserve you?”

“If you ever show your face near me or my friends spewing bullshit, I’ll make sure you can never walk again.” 

 “I won’t stop you. You’re not mine anymore.”

“I just think… I need some space. We should… Take a break.”

“I’m so sorry, ____. I’m sorry I pushed you away. I’m sorry for being so selfish. I’m just… I’m just so scared, (nickname).”

“(full name), I’m in love with you. And that scares the shit out of me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have.”

“I’ve liked you since day one, ____. You can hurt me all you want.”

“Let’s keep it that way. I don’t want you dating until you’re 30.”

“What are your intentions with ____?” 

“I’ll burn you alive if you even think about doing something to ____,”

“Everyone be nice to her or else you’ll be eating wood chips for breakfast, lunch, and dinner”

“Be more careful next time. Your friends would have my head if I let you get hurt,”

“Don’t you get lonely?”

“ You really look the opposite of okay.”

“You’re upset over a 97 percent?”

“ I’m just so disappointed in myself.”

“You can uh… Pay me back later if you really feel that bad about it.”

“You were glowing.”

“It’s what you’re thinking though, right? Why bother with the fake kindness, hm?”

“Do you want to watch a movie? I have Netflix.”

“I’ve only ever skated once and I was terrible at it.”

“Alright, we can take it slow. I won’t let go of you until you feel confident in yourself. Okay?”

“Where did you get that information?”

“I am going to murder that motherfucker.”

“Babe, come on. Your feelings are totally valid. He gave you mixed signals. Even if it was fake, you have a right to feel upset.”

“Who is ____ and why are you out for his blood?”

“I’m so sorry. I tried so hard to get over him, I did. I wanted to like you back, but I can’t. I’m still so helplessly in love with ____.”

“Please don’t force yourself to like me. You can’t help who you love.”

“Have a good nap. But before you do, there’s a… present.... in your room.”

“We need to talk. I’m serious this time. Please just listen.”

“I know the relationship was fake, but I swear to you, my feelings are not.”

“I am just about as in love with you as you are with me.”

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before you.”

“Let’s start over. For real this time.”

“Your brother is terrifying.”

“He’s been hanging out with ___ too much, the stupid is rubbing off on him.”

“You… You want me to choose…?”

“I’m not the ordinary monster that lives in your closet or under your bed. I’m way fucking worse.”

[lamuradex]

40K In 42 Days Update: Week Three

@the-wip-project

So, Week Three. We're about half way now. I've even made myself a little spreadsheet to keep track of everything at this point.

Anyway...

Wordcount Last Week: 17,995 Words - 44.9875%

Wordcount Today: 25,771 Words - 64.4275%

So I'm still moving along. The end of this book is also somewhat on the horizon, so I wonder which will come first. The end of this challenge or the end of the book. I've been adding in new chapters I didn't initially plan, but they've all been fun new ideas to explore so far.

So, yeah. Keeping it going. Good luck to everyone else out there doing this. You can make the goal. I believe in you.

And, as usual, here's a sample of what I've been writing. This time Gideon and Madeline have been captured and wake up in a basement. Enjoy!

Gideon woke up slowly.

The world gradually began to reassert itself.

Cold. A damp smell. A very sore neck. A headache like he couldn’t believe.

And finally, as his eyes geared up, memory rejoined the party. Unfortunately the sense to wake up first was the one that told him there was metal around his wrists. Handcuffs. They been kidnapped or at the least captured.

Gideon looked around. He was in a chair, his hands cuffed behind his back through the chair’s slats. Maddy was nearby, similarly bound, but still unconscious. And there was a third person in the room.

“Well, look who’s awake,” the leader of their attackers bragged. At least Gideon thought it was him. He now had a big red nose wrapped in bandages.

“I hit you that hard, did I?” Gideon said, his wit apparently waking up before his survival instincts.

“And you’ll pay for it,” the man sneered, Gideon silently deciding to start calling him Rudolph. “But we’ve got the diamonds, we’ve got both of you, and we’ve got all the time in the world.”

“To work out what to do with us? Your boss not answering?”

Rudolph glowered. “You’re lucky we don’t want you dead, buddy.”

“Funny that. I don’t feel lucky.” Gideon took a good jolt at wrenching himself free. All he did was lift the chair a couple inches.

“Now you two’ll wait here. And then… Well,” he said with a sinister edge.

“You’ll either murder us or give us to your boss,” Gideon rolled his eyes. “You’re not coy, and you’re not clever.”

Rudolph glowered in a more confused way. The gaze hardened. “Then again, maybe the boss won’t mind what we do to you two. Especially her.” He reached out to stroke Maddy’s cheek.

“You touch her and I’ll beat you to death with this chair. I’ll even still be sitting in it, I swear to god, you’ll be a bloody stain on the floor!” Gideon spat with such cold vitriol that Rudolph actually paused. His hand hesitated before retreating.

“It doesn’t matter. And you at least deserve to have her to talk to while you’re down here.” He walked away briefly, picked up a bucket, and threw the whole pail of freezing water over her.

“God!” Maddy gasped awake.

“Enjoy the time you’ve got left,” Rudolph smiled and then headed up and out of what was apparently a basement.

“Where… Where am I? Gideon?” Maddy called out.

“Behind you,” he said calmly.

“Where are we? What’s going on?”

“Where? I don’t know. But we’ve been kidnapped.”

“Kidnapped?!” Maddy’s voice quavered. “What are they going to do to us?”

“Calm down, Maddy. Take a breath. We’ll get out of this.”

“And how do you know? How often have you been kidnapped?”

“Twice,” Gideon said flatly. “I’ve been kidnapped twice.”

“What?”

“Look, it’s fine. We’ll get out. Just need to work out how.”

“We’re handcuffed, Gideon. Oh god, these people want us dead,” Maddy began to panic.

“They do not want us dead. They specifically have not killed us.”

“But what do they want with us? What are they going to do? Who are they?”

“I don’t know,” Gideon said, doing his best to calm her. “They’ve got a boss, that’s all I know.”

“But what do they want? They’re thieves, sure, but what are they going to do with us? They could be organ harvesters for all we know,” Maddy stressed, already spiralling. “And even if they’re not, they might still kill us just to stop us talking. Or just leave us here to rot. Or something else terrible! And what did we do to piss them off?”

“It is feeling very personal, isn’t it?” Gideon considered.

“They could be killers, they could be rapists, they could be… they could be…” She struggled. Then she stopped, her gathering tears forgotten. “They… could be absolute idiots,” she realised, trying to peer over her own shoulder.

She was handcuffed to the chair just like Gideon, a cuff around each wrist. Both of them. With a furrowed brow and bit of shuffling, she slipped off her prosthetic arm, which clattered to the floor, handcuff around its wrist. Maddy stretched her stump and stood. She was still handcuffed to the chair, technically, her prosthetic trapped on the other side of it, but it was a start.

“These idiots didn’t even notice my arm when they brought us down here? They know absolutely nothing about me, do they?” she said.

“Does seem to be the case,” Gideon agreed. “But they still targeted you at the gym for whatever reason?”

Maddy shook her head. “Who knows,” she sighed, then crouched and grabbed her prosthetic. She pinned it in one armpit and began to pull at the fingers. “I hate doing this. It always takes ages to get it to look right again.”

With it pinned and pulling at the fingertips, she pulled the fake skin sleeve off the arm, squeezed the skin through the cuff, and then twisted the hand off at its joint. Once separated, she let the cuff drop, fed the chain though the chair and stood liberated… albeit with a pair of closed cuffs hanging off her wrist.

She reassembled her arm and forced the fake skin over it again, tucking it back in at the end. She slotted it back on her limb and adjusted the wrist a bit.

“I should get these guys to pay for a new one, the bastards,” she swore.

“Before that, could you get me out?” Gideon prompted.

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TRISH PLEASE THERES 40 ROSES HERE🤣😭 instead of giving you 40 sentences from one WIP I’m gonna give you 4 sentences for 10 different ted/rebecca fic WIPs because why not😌 under a read more because it is terribly long lol

1. a little something from my kind of sort of not really Matilda au!!

She’s looking up at Rebecca with wide eyes, glistening with tears. Her eyes remind Rebecca very suddenly of Ted’s. They’re the same warm brown, filled with a hopefulness she has grown to associate with only Ted. One look at the girl’s big, pleading eyes and Rebecca knows, if this was her child she’d never be able to say no to her.

2. from a post canon thing about Ted being depressed in Kansas and Rebecca drunk calling him in the middle of the night

“Move on from who?” The question is out of his mouth before he even has a chance to really think it over and realize exactly how stupid it was to ask that, on a variety of different levels.

Rebecca groans, and he can picture her with her fingertips pressed to her temples.

“This was a mistake. I am not supposed to tell you.”

3. from another post canon thing where Ted starts dreaming about past moments with a Rebecca but through a Very Romantic Lens and he has a tizzy about it

“Good dreams, then?”

He starts to nod his head in agreement before shaking it in a staunch no, only to stop a second after to stare off into space again. His eyes glued to a wall just beyond his phone where Sharon is pulled up on a video call.

4. from rusty swing fic my beloved that I haven’t worked on in Months oh god I’m so sorry rusty swing fic, I’ll come back to you one day

She knows that every time they have a disagreement, whether she bears the brunt of the blame or not, her parents simply wait her out. Let her stew in her displeasure for a few hours, days, weeks. Until they’ve decided — without any input from Rebecca herself — that everything is back to normal.

Sometimes she thinks maybe they can only really hear her when she’s yelling.

5. a little missed connections soulmate au

By the time she’s twenty Rebecca’s heard just about every romantic iteration of a soulmate bond taking place. It’s supposed to be life changing, a moment you can feel throughout your entire body. The stars aligning and a moment of pure magic in an ordinary world.

She supposes it only makes sense that the whole thing would be rather anticlimactic in the end.

6. something from a post s2e6 soulmate au because I like seeing how many soulmate aus I can write without finishing any😌

She wants to cradle his face in her hands and breathe kindness and safety into him. To shine a little flashlight when he’s trapped in the darkest places, waiting with her arms wide open for whenever he’s ready. She wants to warm his hands in hers and help stitch up every wound that lingers on his heart. Even if it should leave her own hands stained and bloody.

7. in which Michelle and Henry assumed Ted & Rebecca were dating. So obviously the only logical reaction is for Ted & Rebecca to pretend to date.

He should be paying attention, he wants to be paying attention. He’d love nothing more than to be able to hear what’s going on, but the ringing won’t stop. It’s a dull but persistent hum clouding over all his senses. The only thoughts rattling through his mind are the words Michelle said just before everything went all fuzzy.

8. from my little combination gala & wedding fic that Henry has wormed his way into out of nowhere

The dark green dress apparently looks like the color of split pea and ham soup, and Henry makes her swear on her morning biscuit delivery that she won’t wear that one. She tries to show it a little support, the color may be unfortunate but the dress is in a cut she absolutely loves. But Henry only shakes his head and says “it’s the worst color of all, Becca, you gotta promise.” And so she does, holding out her pinky finger for Henry to hook his around.

9. excerpt from a little thing that has no plot beyond Rebecca being sexy when she’s bossy

“Can you?” Rebecca’s tongue slips out of the corner of her mouth, wets her lips, and now she’s smirking and fuck. Ted can’t look away. Every thought completely gone, focused entirely on how enticing her lips look.

But Ted’s pretty sure she asked him a question. And he’s never been one to keep a pretty lady waiting, even if his brain is a bit scrambled at the moment.

10. from a weird little fantasy medieval Rebecca as a queen Ted as a baker in town type thing

It isn’t one of the nights where his deepest worries and fears are running through his mind like a hoard of wild horses. It’s a perfectly normal night, after a perfectly normal day. His hands are not trembling, and he takes each breath with remarkable ease. He’s counted sheep, he’s recited recipes in his head, he’s even hummed a lullaby — or five — all to no avail.

[bitletsanddrabbles]

HOW THE ACTUAL F*** DOES THIS SITE WORK?!?

I swear, ever since I’ve gotten on here, I have poured hours into art, into fiction, into deep, thoughtful posts, and I’ve been lucky if I get ten responses!

But if I make an observation or a comment or even a bloody joke that can possibly be taken as ‘wrong’ or ‘misrepresentative’ or ‘hurtful’ then somehow, without a single reblog, I suddenly have people coming out of nowhere and jumping all over me!

WHY ARE YOU HERE NOW?

Why were you not here when I was writing fiction about your favorite character/ship/trope? Why were you not here when I was having an in depth back and forth character analysis with another fan about the very thing you love?

I’ve written ESSAYS on how wonderful Edith is, but the second I point out that she screwed up at the breakfast table in S6 and that Mary can’t read minds, suddenly people who have never said ‘boo’ to me are all how dare you side with MARY you awful Edith hater!!!!

God alone knows how many Thomas/Richard fics* and posts stating ‘Yeah, multishipper here’ and ‘dude, guys, ship and let ship!’ I’ve made, but I make a couple sarcastic comments about the members of the Thomas/Richard ship that I’ve personally dealt with** and a commuting joke, and suddenly I’m being told off for being nasty and snide and not respecting other people’s ships.

LOOK, I’M SORRY, BUT THE BEHAVIOR OF ***MOST*** OF THE THOMAS/RICHARD SHIPPERS ***I’VE PERSONALLY DEALT WITH*** HAS BEEN STRAIGHT UP NASTY AND HAS MADE ME QUESTION IF I EVER WANTED TO RISK WRITING THE PAIR AGAIN, LEAST I HAVE TO INTERACT WITH THEM*** - MEANWHILE I’VE NOT HAD A SINGLE BAD INTERACTION WITH THE THOMAS/GUY CREW!

I get that I have not dealt with every single Thomas/Richard OTPer out there. I won’t pretend I have! The Thomas/Richard OTPers I do get along with I absolute adore and if they left, I would straight up cry. Seeing a post from one of them makes my bloody day!****

I get that there are people out there who have had the exact opposite experience, but this is mine, okay? If you have Thomas/Guy fans being nasty to you, you have every right to complain about that on your blog, in your private Discord servers, in your knitting groups, wherever! That’s why they’re there!

Hell, we might not even know the same people at all!  Not a single one!

The point is, you don’t know me. You’ve never paid attention to me before when I was doing things that you’d approve of and maybe even enjoy. You don’t have the background info to begin to know how to take what I’m saying.

SO HOW DID YOU SUDDENLY FIND ME AND WHY ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION NOW?

*okay, God and anyone who bothered to count, which isn’t me.

**I mean, I suppose it would be good of me to put a note in my blog header warning people that I’m naturally sarcastic and not to take it seriously but....oh. Wait. I did that.

*** So far the answer has been ‘yes, I do’, and believe it or not, I’ve even started a couple, but those are WIPs and it could still change.

**** Especially the one I’ve not heard from in MONTHS who just posted and OMG YES GONNA GO READ NOW WHOOOOOOOOOOO!

[lifenconcepts]

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats  No it’s rather pathetic and by that I mean abandoned

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? Need more angst

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you loveFUCKKK I CANT! It’s a physical copy cuz I download music

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that? 10 because I don’t do it.

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis!!!!!!!!!! 🏚️🚪🧪🧿🛠️

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help? Uhhhmmmmm @caffeinated-eccentric-polymorph :)

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love THE MAN DOWNSTAIRS I won’t link it BUT OG MY GODH THE gravity falls fandom can go wild.

💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?  About 2 :) not counting my other email which has 4,000.

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis @primalshane I need your existence in every waking second of the day.

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?  All of the above and more!!!! 🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before. about.. me? Or characters?? Oh fuck it have both- I write in my journal a lot of I/Me/My but on character ai strictly he/they/the man/it (shut up I know A.I. sucks but I can’t help myself.

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time? The voices /hj

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings. Sherlock secretly is touch starved and John was very gently reintroduced touch into his main diet and constantly seeks out to occasional give pats or hugs of encouragement and Sherlock just internally freaks out but has gotten used to it.

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual? Compliment me and give me attention. Litterally you don’t understand how wild I go for this 🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now. I’m maturing at a good rate and pace, my future seems clear, I’m content with now.

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? uhhh let me check:

I slept so damn nice on the 10th and even tho I only got 4 hours, my dreams were so colourful (metaphorically) and intriguing!!

The amount of nutrients will affect the growth of things. Spores are the way mushrooms reproduce.

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character. John Watson isnt soft but docile.

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project? Guns :) and I’d say this ain’t weird but I don’t think the fbi agent likes me opening 20 tabs of gun info. Didn’t even get to use any of the shit I learnt. 🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on. THE KISS OF THE DIVINE WILL ALLOW YOUNTO CREATE POETRY UNLIKE NO OTHER AND YOUR HAND WILL NOT BE YOURS BUT THE WORDS WILL BE! Or do you mean in general oh god I presumed you meant writing.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best? IDFK MAN IVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YEARS ☹️☹️☹️☹️ 🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity 🙂 KILL YO- ahem. Just don’t write. Simple as. you have high expectations but that gets you nowhere, allow yourself to relax.

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh. I guess we doing —— now.

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work? A psychoanalysis of how I wrote it.

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate. Idk man. No one comes to mind.

🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told? That I would kms, but in reality it’s just the only way to express the depth that I am pained by in a way that properly reflects other people’s kindness idfk

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately. Fuck oh duck oh fuxk oh duxk oh fuck!!!! Uh umh hnh uhhhhhm I really wanna experience more mortal pains, both psychological and also temperature wise and also blood.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?  SHERLOCK HOLMEs, ILY ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE!!!!!

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing. Fuckkk uhhh.. I’m perfect ! Okay but maybe take into consideration how much I ACTUSLLY stay on topic, which is nice for stories if I stray but in reality a bit annoying to read.

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises? Depends on the execution.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here. later

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username? well my ao3 I went by something like LifeNdeath “life and death” and then changed to LifeNreality and now I just have a habit of making usernames start with LifeN and just whatever the site is for, so here, I am a concept :)

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them. Fuckkk idk man uhhhhh @primalshane best creature on earth that I deeply care about and wish for goodness to seek them out yipppeee.

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them. I do!

I love to bully him

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it. Too many answers for this so I got no answer for this.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately? Any sort of kink or fetish although I’ll turn a blind eye if it’s blood/knives/sadism/masochism.

Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats  🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?  🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love 🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that? 🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis 🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help? 🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love 💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?  🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis 🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?  🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before 🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time?  🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings 🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual? 🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now 📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?  🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character 🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project? 🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on ❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best? 🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity 🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh  🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work? 🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate 🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told? 🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately  🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?  🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing 🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises? 🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here ☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username? 🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them 🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them 🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it 🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

[metalbvcky]

WIP last sentence game

I was tagged by @sparkagrace a month ago but I'm just now getting around to doing it lol (or remembering, really) 💖

I can't share one WIP because it's a secret (shhh) so here's a preview of chapter 17 of Aster. Steve's dialogue came into my house and ruined me, I tell you! 😭 Scratched through the last bit since spoiler bars aren't a thing here lol

“Baby, my god. I’ll never get enough of you. Every day and night. I swear it. You won’t ever have to worry about my lo— oh fuck I’m coming.”

Tagging @late-to-the-party-81 @heckalecki @hannahshattuck and @endlesstwanted if y'all feel up to it! 💜

[miscelunaaa]

things left unsaid | knj

pairing: namjoon x female reader

genre: historical/rancher au, reluctant marriage of convenience riding a roller coaster and finally blossoming into something more??

rating: 18+ for sexual content

warnings: Implied/referenced near death experience. Feelingsssss. Unprotected sex within an established relationship (also this is the 1800s condoms don’t exist handle it). Sex on a table. Swearing. Rancher!Namjoon is ruining my life. The god of destruction strikes again. Hopefully accurate descriptions of mid nineteenth century clothing.

summary: After hearing of a near miss you had while riding on the trails, Namjoon returns home to see you’ve escaped mostly unscathed. Your hearts are another matter.

word count: 1.4k

notes: An enormous thank you to @thatlongspringnight​ for beta-reading and just generally encouraging this. Julie is the best brainstorming buddy a writer could ask for and I am constantly in awe of her beautiful ideas. These two have a whole story I want to tell once I finish avoiding other wips, but for now we just have to settle for this failed drabble. It appears I’m incapable of sticking to small word counts unless I have a plan. Good news for readers, right? Enjoy!

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“I thought I’d lost you,” he says, his hands grasping at your bodice for anything he might possibly use as leverage. “When they said they’d watched you fall I—”

“I’m fine, Namjoon, I’m all in one piece.” The knot in his throat bobs as he lets his head hang low so his forehead can rest against yours.

His grip around your waist tightens. The words rest hotly on your face: “Not when I’m done with you.” 

“What?”

Namjoon is not always a graceful man, nor is he especially fast, but he is above all things strong. It’s as if your body is nothing as he pushes you back against the table, pressing against you with his whole body as his hands palm your ass through your skirts. He’s always been so tall and broad; now his very form seems to be as breathtaking as the mountains outside.

“Why did you take off like that?” He growls between breathless, open mouthed kisses. “You know you don’t know the terrain well enough.”

“You arrogant ass, how am I going to learn without riding regularly?” The words come out of you in fits and starts as his lips threaten to overwhelm you. Arguing with him like this comes naturally to you in the same way that water tends to flow into the valley, fed by rains and snowmelt.

“You should be riding—” he suddenly pulls you close to his chest; his eyes are dark, they’re all you can see, “—with me. Not alone. You could’ve died.”

The thoughts fall away from your mind as you watch his gaze fall from your eyes to your lips. Is he even breathing? Are you?

“But I didn’t,” you murmur, cursing yourself for not standing your ground more firmly. Days ago, you were each ready to claw the other’s eyes out, but now things had changed for you both, and you could feel it.

“You didn’t, but you still got hurt.” A hand rests on your face now, his thumb brushing gently over the cut near your lip, and then the scrape by your cheek. 

There’s a fluttering in your chest, but you push it away as you put your arms up to push him away. “It’s not as if there was much to be lost to damage.” 

Namjoon lets himself be pushed back, his jaw tight as his eyes comb over you. You feel them linger on your throat, your breasts, the narrow part of your bodice. It makes you feel hot, self-conscious even, to be regarded in such a way. You have never been an object of desire. You cross your arms, as if that will keep him from seeing right through you. 

“Why won’t you let me care for you?” He says quietly, his voice barely a rumble in his chest. “I know you feel it too. You might not be made for this place but it feels like we were made for each other.”

It’s your turn to stare him down. You take in the dirty boots, the trousers that need re-hemming again because he keeps tearing the needlework on brambles, the worn cotton shirt stretched across his expansive chest, the one you’ve gladly let yourself be pulled into as the mountain nights get colder and colder. You pause at the full lips that have murmured “good night” into your hair as he fell asleep, the muscled arms that have lifted everything you couldn’t over the past few months. 

“What am I supposed to do? Tell you that you’re the most important thing in my life? Like one of your fucking poets? That everything I do is to make your life easier and that I want to do nothing more than that until I die?”

In a flash, he’s on you again, and this time, your own hands are on him as well, feeling the ways he moves beneath your fingertips as his hands wrap around your waist. With a little hop on your part, he lifts you to the edge of the table and slips between your legs. His hands start trailing up your legs, the heat from his fingers seeping through your stockings. Underneath, you feel the goosebumps erupt.

His mouth is hot on your neck, the weight of his hips pressing into your core as he sifts through your petticoats. You hiss as his rough hands finally press into the flesh of your hips. You can feel his hardened length in his trousers, pressing against you. 

“Fuck.” He bucks into you, the rough weave of his pants rubbing against your folds. It should hurt. Instead, it feels like ecstasy. Suddenly, he’s drawn away from you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, beginning to sit up. 

Namjoon leans forward again and presses you back down with one hand, the other fumbling with the fly of his trousers. “You. Stay. I’m not done with you yet.”

“Namjoon, careful, you’ll rip your—” The sound of tearing fabric is followed by the clatter of a few buttons falling to the floor. Namjoon closes his eyes in frustration for a moment, a small smile beginning to play on his lips. 

You can’t help it. You laugh; he’s the same, even when he’s angry, even when he’s giving orders, even in the throes of passion. He’s your big, handsome, clumsy husband, and somehow, he’s made his way into your heart even though you’re as hard-headed as he is. He swallows down the giggle with a smile, his lips on yours, his tongue tasting you with careless abandon. 

His length is pressed against your center now. This time, when he bucks, it’s the hard heat of his cock rocking against your center, and not the rough fabric of his pants.

“Are you ready?” His voice is wrecked. He’s wrecked, his eyes blown out and his expression breathless.

“Please, I need you.”

Propping himself with one arm, just over your shoulder, he takes the other and uses his hand to guide himself inside you. Slowly, he presses into you. You feel the stretch, whining into his arms as his hips move into you with care. 

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he breaths into your neck. You bring your hands up to his chest and take fistfuls of his shirt. He finally bottoms out and stills, your legs spread wide by his hips. “It’s like you were made for me.”

“Move,” you plead. “Please, Joon.”

With a groan, he starts grinding his pelvis down into your yours, moving his body over you like it’s the only thing his body was made to do. The way he’s moving means that he’s rubbing right against that bead of flesh you’d felt before, the one that make you see stars. 

The energy of the day has you so tense to start that it doesn’t take long for it to melt away with the last of your resolve. You close your eyes tightly. It’s so so much. Within moments, his thrusts are enough that you feel yourself squeezing around him, your entire body thrumming with pleasure as your strength leaves you with a cry. 

You hear him chuckle above you. “I thought I’d never get to hear you make that noise again.”

“Could we not joke about that yet, I almost died,” you gasp. Everything is alight; it’s almost too much to feel his cock dragging against your now freshly sensitive walls.

“Yes ma’am.” You hear the smile as he reaches down and hikes up your leg at the knee, his fingers toying with the edge of your stocking as he holds it up for a better angle. The effect is stunning; you’re not sure you’ve ever felt so full with him inside you before. Fuck, it’s so much. He’s so much.

Namjoon’s groans become airy as his thrusts become uneven. It’s so much for him too. Suddenly, he gives one last thrust and begins to spill inside you, his whole body going tense. You feel his cock twitch, your hands trailing down his back to clutch at his bare ass. The muscles are tense under your fingertips as you try to keep him from lifting away. 

Moments pass. You’re not sure how many. You feel weary from the day, and you can tell he does too; for a moment, you actually wonder if he’s fallen asleep on your chest. With a sigh, he lifts his head, and looks at you. His eyes are still dark, but instead of lust, all they’re filled with is warmth. 

As the two of you start to put yourselves back together, Namjoon goes to fasten the fly of his trousers, only to find that he’s got no buttons to button.

You can’t help but laugh at his scowl. 

“Help me find the buttons, and I’ll fix them for you.”

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posted: 2.13.2022

[nohoney]

i don’t take what we have for granted

note: i swear that i am working on my wips... and what better proof than some fluff with Bakugou

song inspiration: i think we should stay in love

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Being with Bakugou meant also being with his issues such as his temper, his impatience at times, and his stubbornness. You knew that being with him meant you would run into the occasional problem but as of late, the problems had been more consistent lately. Disagreements, arguing, failed attempts to have a discussion that always ends in frustration. It comes to the point where you and Bakugou have to give each other space and not talk for a little bit. Definitely not a “break” but a little bit of separation so you guys can get your heads in order.

It makes the both of you sad, each laying in your own separate beds and staring at the screens of your phones wondering who is going to reach out first.

Most of the time it’s you, you’re the one that sucks it up and approaches your boyfriend to mend everything. you are almost always sorry one and he is sorry two.

But not this time, this is different.

You miss him, you want to reach out to him but... you’re tired of always being the one to make the first move to repair things. It was a role that you had first accepted but now you’re more resigned to it than anything. It’s just taking more energy this time to gather yourself and reach out to him once again.

It’s been about five days since you and Bakugou have last seen each other and you just lay in bed, looking over your last text messages and thinking over the last time you had seen him. Maybe the right thing to do would have been to make up in that moment but then you backtrack and decide that giving each other space was the correct decision. You just miss Bakugou terribly, this is the longest the two of you have gone not speaking to one another.

You stared at the screen of your phone, you thumb hovering over his contact name but hesitating. If you reached out and it was another failed attempt to make up that ends up putting you in a worse direction, you weren’t sure you would be able to take another break to recuperate and repair the relationship. The last texts you sent to one another was just you sending your location to Bakugou so that he could meet up with you, something that he griped about too because it was out of his way but you were adamant that he come to you.

Just a simple text from him that read, ‘Fine.’

There was no sense in looking over your text chain with Bakugou if you didn’t have any intention to reach out so you put your phone on do not disturb and decide to sleep. Yet something nags you in the late hours and you wake up to check your phone to see that Bakugou had left you a voicemail almost two hours ago. You stare at the notification, wondering what could have been so important for him to call you in the late hours and past his bedtime too. But you know it’s important because well... he’s reaching out to you for once.

So you enter your voicemail password and lift the phone to your ear.

The familiarity of Bakugou’s voice soothes you in a way but his voice in his message leaves you wondering if this really is the same man with the fiery temper that you’re always trying to calm.

“Fuck, I know you’re sleeping and that you won’t hear this until you wake up or something. I don’t know how to start off but... Baby, as hard as this shit is right now I swear to god I’m marrying you. Don’t go having any second thoughts about us just ‘cause things are a little shitty right now. ‘M tired of arguing and I want to see you, I miss you (Name). I still fuckin’ love you and I still want this, I still want us. I don’t... shit, I don’t always act like it and I know I should but I don’t take you for granted.” There’s a pause where you can hear him take a breath before he speaks again, “I miss ya baby and I wanna see you but... you can let me know when you’re ready.”

Another pause and you swear you think you can hear him hold back a sniffle. “I love you, we’ll talk soon.”

Bakugou has always been full of tenacity, determination that has always pushed him to do his best and even sometimes past his point to achieve what his goals are. It’s what you admired about him, this fierceness in the things he does that drew you in but even burned you at times. And it’s his conviction, his vulnerability in the voicemail he left you that has you leaving your bed to grab your coat and keys and go straight to him. The streets are empty and you wait impatiently at stop lights, your heart thumping in your chest and unsure what to say when you reach his door.

Your body just moved on it’s own.

You just know that you wanna be with him.

And you have the key to let yourself in, leaving your shoes by the door and quietly letting yourself in. Yet when you stand at his bedroom door, you’re reluctant to let yourself in. So you knock gently, wondering if he’s too deep in sleep to have heard you and-

The door opens and Bakugou stands in front of you, dark circles under his eyes and you can even see that his eyes are a little swollen; he’d been crying.

“Katsuki...”

He pulls you into a hug, squeezing you tight and his chest shuddering along with his breath, you know that he’s trying to keep himself together. His sincerity is so suffocating and you drown in it, let it fill you up that it leaves you raw and open before him too with your own tears. “Y’still wanna be with me?” Bakugou mumbles and he squeezes you in his arms, his body tense as if he’s waiting for the worst to happen.

“Course I do... you really meant what you said?” you ask him, sniffling in between the tears.

As hard as this shit is, I swear to god I’m marrying you.

“I fuckin’ meant it, yeah.” Bakugou pulls back, wiping your tears first before he does his own. “I know I can be kind of a hardass sometimes (Name) and you’re always the one keeping me in check. I know that ya got other options waitin’ outside for you but...”

He holds your hands in his own, they’re always warm and you realize that his hands are actually shaking a little.

Bakugou’s nervous... but determined.

“But they’re gonna be waitin’ around for you ‘til the day I die.”

[tired-beholding-bitch]

Hey! I've been looking for new TMA fics to read and I was wondering if you have any recs? Or even fics that you swear up and down are the best of the best? Angst, fluff, anything works! Thanks!!!

ooof sorry it took me a while to get back to you, this was a Request ahdkddfj

be aware that I’m pretty new here still and have not read as much as most, so mainly my recs are compiled from what other people have sent my way (in case you find them all under the tag “fic rec” if you wanna take a look at those as well!), which means there are quite a few fics in here that you probably already read because like. most people probably already read them y’know. however they’re very much still worth recommending.

and that’s why i divided this into three parts so you can peruse at leisure, after all I’m nothing if not efficient. ✨

(spoiler: this fic rec is actually not efficient in the least it’s kind of a mess 🙃 there are literally so many more fics I love that aren’t here but I tried to mix and match a bit of everything!)

wips

I realised I have exclusively recced completed fics before - probably because I don’t read many wips in general HOWEVER I do like to keep up with fandom comings and goings and since you asked for some new fics, wips seem fitting as well! these are all the ones I’m currently following:

| northwest 6 to gale 8. rain. poor, occasionally good. (by chewsdaychillin) - ~17k (4/?), hand-wavey timeline AU in which Jon isn’t in a coma when Martin’s mother passes and he helps him through it, angsty but so unbelievably sweet. this fic fills me with a tenderness that I cannot put into words, it’s so well-written and so delicately beautiful and yet it does not shy away from the harder parts of grief it’s breathtaking. beware the cws for this one because the themes get kind of heavy but. it’s so worth it.

| Time to spin a web of his own (by merperson1) - ~5k (2/4), a web!Martin fic!!! it’s so lovely!!! I scream about this fic on here every time there’s an update but. let me just do it some more it’s just so genuinely good and the characterisation for them is one of my absolute favourites in general, it’s fantastic.

| And they were sidekicks (oh my god, they were sidekicks) (by arthureameslove) - ~29k, ongoing series, this is a superhero sidekick au that brings me an unordinate amount of happiness with every update. I smile like a fool for two days following every new part it’s so precious and the writing is fantastic as well, super cute, definitely give it a read if you haven’t yet!

| where you’ve been stuck and where you’re going (by confused_android) - ~23k (3/6), a coffeeshop/android!au which. there was not a chance in hell i wouldn’t read this because it combines perfectly two guilty-pleasure tropes of mine and let me tell you I do not regret a thing. this is wonderfully written, the world-building and the premise are super interesting, and it’s so sweet. just. I love this fic with my whole heart.

| One for the Memory (by LadyNikita) - ~46k (7/12), time-travel fix-it fic!!! likewise a fic I scream about every single time there’s an update because GOD the feelings. it’s beautifully written and the concept behind the time-travel dynamics is so cool, this story gives me life even while I suffer

completed longfics

| Knowledge is Power (but Love won’t Hurt) (by SupposedToBeWriting) - ~156k (31/31), this is a No Powers But Yes Leitners AU and it’s the fic you don’t know you need until you get it and it’s everything you wanted and more. Jon has a daughter and works at a library, the writing is DELIGHTFUL, features a healthy dose of Gerry as well, I’m sure it’s unlikely you haven’t read this but. worth re-reading multiple times anyways I sure did.

| Kith and Kin, Hearth and Home (by Ostentenacity) - ~21k (7/7), the premise of this is that after the Great Elopement Proposition of mag 154 Jon decides to blind himself anyways and ends up in another coma so. mind the tags on this one. it is however wonderfully written, and features mostly a ton of Daisy/Martin friendship as they bond over being kind of a mess and caring about one (1) idiot and it’s just. so sweet. so tender. i love this fic so much

| rewind. play. eject. (by boredshyandbi) - ~40k (7/7), time-travel/groundhog day fix-it, I do have a soft spot for time loops but GOD this story is everything. “please give this poor man a break” is a tag and it’s really accurate but it’s. yes. yes just read it if you haven’t trust me. I have so many feelings about it it’s unreal

| Full, Riotous Bloom (by BigTed) - ~67k (13/13), s2-ish Hanahaki AU, do I even need to recommend this? I don’t know but you bet I am, this is the best Hanahaki I have read of anything ever and I’m a simp for it so I’ve read. a lot of it. a Classic, this makes me want to scream no matter how many times I re-read it, the writing is so beautiful as well it’s just. GOD THIS FIC it makes me go feral

| Ninety Feet to Home (by acethetically/judesstfrancis) - ~33k, as it’s been presented to me: the baseball au fic, I said it before and I’ll say it again you won’t expect to get so invested in a sport you know absolutely nothing about but you will, this is such an adorable fic I was losing my shit for the entirety of reading it. excellent 10/10 it’s a safe bet.

completed one-shots/short multichapters

| thing’ll be going my way after today (by Did) - ~5k, completed series, this is a lovely little series with trans!jonmartin and it focuses especially on Martin’s experience and it’s just. incredibly sweet and cute, it’s just an adorable read and a bit more lighthearted than some of the others on this rec!

| let’s get married (i don’t wanna walk alone) (by booksandchocolatecake) - ~4k, Upton House fic that made me cry actual tears, definitely putting it on here because it seems a little lesser known and it’s a PITY alright, this is adorable and bittersweet and just. a lovely read it needs more love

| Homecoming (by BigTed) - ~3k, post-canon, this has been recommended to me as a mend-your-heart kind of fic and I read it for the first time two hours after listening to mag 200 so I’m incredibly emotionally attached to it and I will share it til the day I drop dead, it’s a must-read, absolutely wonderful

| and they keep not letting go (by rainny_days) - ~9k, Scottish Safehouse period series, these are some of my faves safehouse fics!!! love them so much, this series is so sweet and it has some great moments, it was one of the first safehouse ones I read and it really stuck with me!

| creatures of habit (by Ostentenacity) - ~8k, a lovely daemon AU series! since earlier this evening I have in fact been violently reminded I’m obsessed with daemon AUs it seemed fitting to recommend this one because it’s really great, it has some amazing concepts and premises and it’s just all in all a great combo of sweet and angsty

| Inseparable (by voiceless_terror) - ~10k, I read childhood friends AU and I’m gone alright. so this is exactly what happened with this fic and I do not regret anything I keep this so close to my heart, it’s so well-written, the pacing is fantastic and it’s also overall just. the sweetest thing. a bit sad but the sweetest thing nonetheless it makes me so happy.

| hold (by lipsstainedbloodred) - ~1.8k, I cry every time I read this. that’s it that’s my comment for this. cathartic.

it ended up being more of a “tired’s favourites” rec but! hope you’ll enjoy these! <3

[astridthevalkyrie]

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this is much more than a little wip LMAO but this is a fic that i started early last year and then never got back to because i didn't know where i was going with it.

but here, you can have everything i did manage to write!

(8:34) levi: i swear to all fuck if you don’t save me from this right the fuck now

(8:49) girl: oops sorry i just saw this haha

(8:49) girl: it can’t be that bad

(8:51) levi: (f/n) i swear to fucking god i’ll kill you

(8:52) girl: have you changed my name in your contacts yet

(8:52) levi: why would i do that

(8:55) girl: because who the hell calls their best friend girl?? tf???

(8:56) levi: you’re not my best friend

(8:56) levi: my best friend wouldn’t make me go through this

(8:57) girl: you’re so dramatic, she’s a nice person

(9:00) levi: save me right now or else i’m going to murder you and hide the body so well no one will ever find it

(9:01) girl: BET then i’ll be on buzzfeed unsolved

(9:02) levi: you won’t be on jack shit

(9:04) girl: you’re being very mean

(9:04) girl: maybe i should leave you there

(9:05) levi: you seem to think i won’t kill you

(9:05) levi: so let me be clear

(9:05) levi: i WILL kill you

(9:06) girl: change my name in your contacts and i’ll come pick you up

(9:06) girl: and i’m going to check your phone, so don’t lie

(9:07) levi: fine, i did it, just hurry up

(9:08) eren kinnie: alright boo i’m on my way

Exactly nine minutes later (thank God their apartment is so close to this bar), he sees you charge in like you’re a part of the cavalry, looking around until your eyes fall on him. The girl he’s with doesn’t see, but he spots you right away, eyes locking on your form while you locate him as though you’re an adorable little homing device.

You wink once you see him and make a few goofy faces as he fights to keep a straight face and stay engaged in the conversation. Levi’s forgotten what they were even talking about. He feels bad, but give him a break, it’s been a long day and this girl is certifiably off her rocker. Not as much as his roommate is, but certainly close. It’s hardly his fault that he can’t keep up with the conversation when the conversation is stupid.

“Levi!” you call urgently, hurrying up to him. The girl, Lily, turns her head in surprise. It must be strange when the instigator of a date is the one that crashes it.

“(F/N)?”

“Hi, Lils.” You’re out of breath by the time you reach them. Levi rolls his eyes at how winded you are, but he’s not going to say anything while you’re rescuing him. “I’m so sorry, but I just got a call that my sister is in the hospital, and I need someone to drop me off.”

Jesus Christ, Levi thinks as Lily gasps loudly, you really will go all out for what should just be a small fib.

“Oh my gosh, of course. I hope she’s okay.” Lily stands up, offering you a hug. Over her shoulder, you cross your eyes at him, sticking your tongue out. He only shakes his head.

You keep up the emotionally distressed sibling act for a minute, going as far as to tear up, until the three of you are walking out of the bar. Lily turns to him with a grimace, patting his shoulder sympathetically.

“Looks like you two have a long drive ahead of you,” she says with pity laced in her tone, “call me when you can, alright? I’d love to pick up where we left off.”

He panics. He doesn’t like lying, but he really really does not want to go on a second date with this girl. Hell, he’ll put your sister in the hospital for real if it means he never has to go on such a miserable outing ever again. But he can’t say that to Lily’s face. He’s not a fucking monster.

“Levi, we have to go,” you plead, grabbing his hand and tugging him away. Oh, he could kiss you right now. Bidding Lily goodbye, both of you get into Levi’s pristine car, and it’s only when she has walked a safe distance away that you reach for him from the passenger seat and smack his shoulder.

“You prick, she really likes you! I feel bad.”

“I didn’t tell you to say your fucking sister was in the hospital, did I?” He leans back in his seat and shudders. “Jesus, (F/N), what made you think I would like her? I’m starting to think you don’t know me at all.”

That’s the furthest thing from the truth and Levi knows it. Still, it’s cute to see you pout at him, crossing your arms as though he’s insulted you in some unforgivable way.

“It can’t have been that bad.”

Levi gives you a deadpan look. “She was talking about ducks for forty minutes straight.”

You huff. “Ducks are cute!”

“Talking about them for forty minutes isn’t.”

“I thought you’d be into the cutesy and nerdy type, sue me.”

He wonders if you realize how cutesy and nerdy you yourself are, but hey, if you weren’t oblivious then he wouldn’t be in this mess.

[astorytotellyourfriends]

wip (amnesty) wednesday

so... i have a lot of ideas. and most of these ideas are just sort of wasting away in my google drive in folders upon folders upon folders... and i don’t know if or when i’ll ever get around to writing them so i thought: why not share them anyway?

idk how long i’ll keep up with this but for starters, here’s the rukebox mob au i came up with in june 2021 after watching one trailer for the sopranos prequel:

(this is LONG so most of it will be under the cut and yes this is how i plot, i’m insane, i know)

Reggie's the son of the mafia boss, Julie's his high school sweetheart, and Luke's a musician who works in one of his family's clubs. Willie is Reggie's best friend, who is also close with the family and is sort of Reggie's right hand man (even though Reggie really does Not want to be involved with mob business) and helps to run the club where Luke (and Alex and Carrie) work.

Alex and Willie start dating in secret, because neither of them are Out, and Reggie discovers them one day and Alex just fully bolts while Willie begs Reggie not to say anything to anyone. Reggie swears he won't, he wouldn't, but Willie needs to be careful. the mob doesn't exactly have a record of being friendly towards the LGBTQIA+ community and Reggie's afraid of what might happen if his dad was to find out that Willie is gay and screwing one of the male musicians at the club.

it also doesn't help that Reggie's secretly been battling his own sexuality crisis. ever since Luke started working at the club, Reggie's been having these feelings he can't figure out. he loves Julie, he always has. he wants to marry her someday, but sometimes Luke just Looks at him and Reggie forgets how to function.

when Reggie goes home to Julie that night, she can tell something's off. he tries to brush her off but she knows him too well. she's not going to leave it alone until he tells her what's wrong. she keeps pressing and asking and finally he just blurts out that he thinks he might be bisexual! Julie's thrown for a bit of a loop and Reggie starts to panic and apologize, rambling on and on about how he loves her so much but he just has these Feelings He Can't Explain and it's been weighing on him for weeks, ever since Luke started working at the club, and finally Julie just grabs him and is like REGGIE. it's okay!!

she had a feeling all along. she knows he loves her, but she's not blind. she's seen the way Luke looks at him, the way Reggie looks at him when he thinks nobody's watching. she's not mad. if she's honest… she thinks Luke is cute, too. Reggie gets down on his knees and clutches at her, begging her not to tell anyone, not to leave him, he doesn't know what he'd ever do without her. Julie laughs and plays with his hair to calm him down, telling him over and over that she's not going anywhere.

"you being bisexual doesn't change anything. you're still you. and I love you."

Julie pulls him back up to his feet and he kisses her, so relieved that she understands. she gets it. she gets him. he's so fucking lucky to have her.

"about Luke…" she teases, smirking at Reggie as his cheeks go pink. "have you ever thought about…" she wiggles her eyebrows and Reggie fully balks. like, of course his fantasies have gotten a little wild once or twice, but he never ever thought he'd have to admit it. and now here Julie is asking him point blank, encouraging him to talk about it. Reggie's pretty sure his head's going to explode.

she takes him into their bedroom and keeps goading him on, asking what he'd do if he had both of them here together, her and Luke. Reggie's never even thought about that before and now that it's in his head, out there in the open, god. it's all he wants.

and to his surprise, Julie seems to want it too.

the following weekend, Julie comes to the club in her best dress, one that she knows Reggie loves. Luke's there, of course, and so is Reggie. he's stunned to see her because she didn't tell him she was coming, and she smiles at him and says that was all part of her plan. she's here to do some recognizance of her own when it comes to Luke, and Reggie chokes on air.

she stays glued to Reggie's side but keeps her eyes fixed on Luke. she catches him looking at them over and over again - and every single time she turns and whispers in Reggie's ear that he should go talk to him. she smiles at Luke whenever she catches his eye, and the way he keeps looking at Reggie - at both of them - leads her to believe that maybe she really was right. he might be into this more than she thought.

but when the band takes a break, Reggie flat out refuses to go talk to Luke ("I can't we're at my family's club people will see"). so Julie stands up and declares that she'll do it, and she walks away before Reggie can stop her. he should've known better, honestly. she's so fucking headstrong and stubborn when she wants to be. even if Luke wants nothing to do with them, she'd probably be able to convince him otherwise in twenty minutes flat.

Reggie just watches in horror as she walks over to him and strikes up a conversation, leaning in too close and god, Reggie wishes more than anything that he had the guts to follow. he so desperately wants to know what they're talking about. he watches Luke's face go from surprise to curious to a fucking lethal smirk in the span of a few minutes, and when he looks over at Reggie and discovers him watching, the smirk gets even bigger.

Reggie is pretty sure he's going to die tonight. just right here on the spot.

Luke definitely goes home with them that night, and Reggie's never been so happy and so fucking terrified in his life. his family can never find out about this.

but one day, a few weeks later, he gets called into his father's office. alone. Reggie immediately starts to panic, because he's certain that somehow his dad's found out about him and Julie and Luke. he has no idea what else this could be about.

it turns out that someone spotted Alex and Willie together the day before, and his dad wants to know why Reggie didn't know about it. and if he did know about it, why he didn't come to him with this information before he had to hear it from some lowlife. Reggie splutters, his mind is reeling, and he starts defending Willie and Alex immediately. saying them falling in love shouldn't have any effect on the family or the business or ANYTHING-- and his dad fights to interrupt his rambling just to tell him that he doesn't give a flying fuck who Willie is screwing, he just wants them to keep it professional at the club.

and Reggie… can't believe what he's hearing. "what???" "what what? Willie's a good boy. he does good work." his dad shrugs. "what do i care who he screws? just tell him not to do that shit in front of the customers and we got no problems." and, well, Reggie's offended on their behalf, but he doesn't argue with his dad. this is the most understanding he's ever known him to be, and he's not about to rock the boat.

he asks his dad why he thought he'd know about it, and his dad's like "willie's your best friend, whaddya mean you didn't know?" and Reggie goes red. maybe his dad knows him a little better than he thought he did.

his dad tells him he's free to go, just pass the message onto Willie that he's not in trouble or nothing. Reggie sighs in relief and turns to go, but there's something holding him back. there's a voice in his head saying this is your fucking chance you idiot you better fucking take it.

he turns back to his dad and says "i've got something i gotta tell you."

his dad slumps in his chair and sighs. "who did you knock up?" "what?!" "if you knocked somebody up, you gotta do the right thing--" "dad, i didn't--" "i'm just sayin, you can't go 'round knockin' girls up and--" "DAD I DIDN'T KNOCK ANYBODY UP FOR FUCK'S SAKE I'M TRYING TO TELL YOU I LIKE GUYS!"

and… reggie freezes. he didn't mean to blurt it out like that. his dad just stares at him for a moment and then his face twists with confusion. "hang on. ain't you still dating that julie molina?" and Reggie gulps. "are you making a fool of that girl, because if you are i'm gonna--" "no, dad! fuck! i like girls AND guys."

his dad sits back in his chair and hums. he stays silent for a long while and then lets out a huge sigh and shrugs. "ok." "ok??" "ok. you're still dating julie, ain'tcha?"

reggie nods, absolutely baffled with how this conversation is going. his dad shrugs again and waves him out, effectively saying their talk is now over. Reggie exits the office and slumps against the door, trying to figure out just what the fuck happened in there.

he goes home that night and finds Luke already in the kitchen with Julie, the two of them making dinner for the three of them. they both light up when Reggie comes in, and as soon as Julie asks him how his day was, Reggie just blurts out "I told my dad I'm bi."

Julie drops the utensil she was holding and Luke gapes. neither of them ever expected he'd do that. Luke's the first to speak, he cracks a joke about if he should be on the lookout for a little red dot from a sniper, and it breaks the tension.

Reggie tells them that it went oddly well, he thinks? his dad seemed more relieved about him not knocking up some random stranger than wanting to sleep with guys and girls. Julie hugs Reggie tightly and tells him she's so proud of him, and Luke does the same. Reggie breathes a sigh of relief. they still have to keep their relationship on the down low, but at least he's made progress. it's a start.