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velvett-tearss · 4 years ago

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Checkmate — Eren Jaeger

summary: A vicious cycle where you and Eren fight over who gets to light the match while dousing each other in gasoline.

warnings: toxic relationship, manipulation, domestic altercation, slut-shaming, gaslighting, cheating, heavy cursing, suggestive themes, mentions of alcohol and marijuana use, fem!reader (she/her)

genre: modern au, angst (?)

word count: 3.4k

a/n: my venus scorpio hates to love Eren lmao pls don’t think this is a healthy relationship, (lmk if i forgot any other warnings pls), this was on repeat while i wrote, hope you enjoy it <3 (again, pls lmk if I missed anything!) and stay safe!

You knew it was wrong. Everything about you and him was wrong. Nothing could justify it anymore, you knew that much. You didn't think you could lose yourself in the game, but you had.

And, all of it was Eren's fault.

He didn't worry about feelings, responsibilities, or duty. He didn't care if he came back later than he said he would you, if he left you waiting in that pretty dress you had picked out just for him.

And, you loathed that about him. You loathed that Eren Jaeger was free. Totally and utterly free of everything and anything. Nothing would hold him back. He wouldn't allow it to come to pass.

He had his freedom, but you had something else.

You questioned things when you weren't satisfied with the answer you had been given. You did things just to see what would happen after. You pushed people just to see how long it would take from them to fall over the edge.

You had often been told you were simply too much to deal with. That you pushed people's buttons until they no longer wanted to be around you. That you stole parts of their sanity until they had no choice other than to run away.

But, you never saw it like that. You didn't mean to be a parasite who ate away at people's peace and patience. You simply liked testing your boundaries.

So, you preferred the word curious.

Maybe Eren had been walking around the earth without shackles his entire life, but you knew everyone was a prisoner to something, even someone like him.

Naturally, you wanted to see what it would take for Eren to break. He was so shameless, so completely free of any care in the world. Eren obeyed his own rules and his alone. He was such an inconsistent asshole half the time, but you couldn't help yourself.

You wouldn't forgive yourself if you had looked away from that charming smile and those pretty teal eyes.

Despite the facade of him being a simple-minded person, you found out what was truly hiding underneath the mask.

Eren was intemperate with a sharp tongue and a loud mouth. He did things his way, and there would be no other option. There was such a mix of emotions boiling inside him, it was like it was asking to be disrupted.

How could you not indulge yourself?

You knew it would be gratifying to see how he would react when backed into a corner. Would he cry like the others? Would he fall to his knees and beg for your forgiveness? Or, would he shut down?

How long would it take for him to leave you?

Eren was already known to be hot-headed, and you wondered what it was like to burn. You figured it wouldn't take long to find out how far you could push him. He was the crybaby type, so you didn't think he would be hard to crack.

But, he wasn't like the others.

See, Eren Jaeger wasn't a person who would easily crack. He wasn't the guy who gave up under pressure. In fact, he was the complete opposite. He was a fighter, and he would stop at nothing till victory was his.

It was only too bad for him that you were the same. Your thirst would only be quenched when you saw him break. You needed it more than you had ever needed anything.

You pushed, and he pushed harder. You shouted, and he shouted louder. You bitched and moaned and complained and did awful things to him, and Eren did them right back.

It was an endless cycle between the two of you.

You would do something to tick him off. Maybe it was telling him how Jean looked so sexy in black or how Armin's intelligence was out of this world you didn't know how he wasn't dating anyone.

Perhaps you were a parasite who ate away at your own liberty to do what you wished. You stretched yourself to push him into a corner, and it always worked.

Whatever it was, Eren would explode on you. You knew it pushed his buttons, it fucked with his mind, and that's why you did it. Because maybe it would be the day he finally gave in to the pain you inflicted on him and leave you for good.

Sometimes it would be him doing something that rubbed you the wrong way. Perhaps you wore something too short, so he called you a whore before fucking you like one. Or, he didn't answer your texts all night because he was with God-knows-who.

You shouted at him, called him all sorts of different names, and even trashed his apartment if you felt like it. Eren would fight with you, blame you for pushing him far enough as to dip a toe in the unforgiving pool of infidelity, and the two of you wouldn't speak for a week or so.

"I can't even walk around my own damn apartment without you being so annoying!" Eren shouted with so much force you held back a flinch. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, green eyes wondering about the room.

You didn't know if he was shit-faced, high, or a mix of both. You didn't care anymore. It seemed like you had been arguing for hours, but who really knew? All perception of time was lost on you when you were around Eren.

All this started because he asked you to stay the night at his apartment. He usually preferred to go out and have some fun around town, but this was his way of making it up to you for leaving you stranded at the restaurant on your last date.

Well, it was a way for the both of you to make up with each other. Before Eren decided to steal your phone and drive away without you, the waiter serving you had left his number for you. It was only the consequence of your actions earlier that night.

You spent most of the evening flirting with him every chance you got. Batting your eyelashes at him, leaning against the table the slightest so he could get a peak of the dainty little necklace that sat pretty on your cleavage.

He wasn't even that attractive, really — you and Eren both knew that — but he still let his emotions get the best of him. If there was one thing you could trust to be consistent it was his red-hot anger.

"Don't leave when I'm talking to you!" Eren ordered, green eyes blazing hard at the back of your head. He watched you walked around the house, following you to continue your argument. "What? You're gonna go and cry like a little bitch now?"

"Why can't you leave me alone, Eren?!" you screamed, grabbing your sweater and shoving it into your bag. You turned around only to find him inches from your face. "I'm not staying here if you're gonna be a dick!"

He let out a dry chuckle as you continued gathering your things. "What a perfect fucking excuse to go fuck that jerk in your class, right?" Eren hissed, reaching to grab your arm. "Gosh, can't you ever just keep your legs closed for a night?!"

"Keep my legs closed?!" you shot back, shoving him away from you. "You're the one who's been out doing who-knows-what, Eren! You're the one who comes home with lipstick stains from whichever whore you fucked!"

"You shouldn't talk about your friends like that."

You snapped your neck to him.

His face was stony with his jaw clenched, and his hands balled up in fists. None of those things frightened you, though; it was those eyes of him. Those pretty green eyes that had once stared at you so sweetly, so lovingly long ago.

Now, all you could see were glaciers in his irises.

You swallowed down the thick lump in your throat. "You are such a fucking dick." you declared, averting your gaze from his cold one. You advanced to the door, but he caught your arm in his grip again.

"Let go of me." you ordered, attempting to pry his hand off your arm, but he wouldn't budge. "Fuck, Eren. Are you fucking stupid and deaf? I said—"

Your voice got caught in your throat when he shoved you against the wall of his bedroom. He had you caged in, one hand pinning you to the wall and the other right beside you.

It seemed like Eren learned from the last time he tried to keep you from escaping. His last efforts of getting you to stay put were always futile, and you somehow still managed to break away every time.

He always tried to grab you a second time, but you left his cheek with a bright red outline of your palm, smacking him good and hard before leaving his apartment in a fray.

None of your past escapes mattered right now, so you continued squirming around in effort to release yourself from his iron clutch. "Wow, I guess you're not as stupid as you look." you scoffed, your other hand clawing at his.

"Don't be such a bitch." Eren ordered, but you continued your attempts to leave that were only feeble against his strength.

"Why don't you go with your other girlfriends, hmm?" You scoffed, reaching for his wrist and struggling to release your arm. "Tch, Eren, you're fucking hurting me. Stop—"

He brought you towards him, pulling you into his arms. You let out a grunt of disapproval as you tried to shimmy out of his crushing hug. "Oh, my gosh, let me go! I don't want you!" you protested, pushing your hand against his hard chest to create space between you, but he thrusted you back into his chest.

"Don't be such a bitch." Eren murmured into your ear. He had one hand wrapped around your upper back, keeping you close to him, while the other held your wrist tightly to stop you from pushing him away.

His shirt still smelled like the cologne you gifted him for his last birthday. Eren was extra kind to you that day, holding your hand and giving you kisses on the cheek.

The fresh scent was familiar on your nose. You breathed it in, allowing yourself to give in to his touch. "I'm not a bitch." you told him, closing your eyes. You hoped it would help you travel back in time to that beautiful spring day.

He only grunted in response, leaning his head against the top of yours. You felt the slight brush of air down your neck when he let out a sigh. The hand that held your wrist released it, finding purchase on your waist.

A few moments of silence passed between the two of you. Eren's fingers found solace in the ends of your hair. You hadn't realized how much his words affected you until you felt your hair twirl around his fingers.

Did he really think you were a bitch? Is that why as much as you loved his cologne, you could still smell the unfamiliar scent of someone else on him?

If he cared about you, why would he leave you alone in his messy apartment all night? Why would he even bother inviting you? Why did he make an effort to speak to you so lovely that your heart fluttered?

"I just wanted to have a nice time with my girl, and you're making that so difficult. Why?" Eren questioned softly, a strand of your hair between his fingers. "Why do you go out of your way to do shit that irritates me?"

Tears prickled your eyes. "I could ask you the same thing." you replied, holding back the urge to sniffle. How could you not cry when he hurt you? You loved him with so much of yourself, and everything he did seemed like it was just to cause you harm.

"You're so mean to me, Eren. You never treat me like you should."

"I know." he said, the movement of his mouth against your head. "I don't mean to treat you like that, baby. I'm sorry. I really am." You didn't believe him, though. You didn't even want to look into his eyes because you feared you would be right.

You let out a sigh, wiping the tear that escaped the corner of your eye on his shirt. "You're bad for me, Eren." you stated, turning your head to rest against his shoulder. "You're a bad guy and a bad boyfriend. You cheat on me and call my names, and you make me cry."

Eren hummed, rubbing your back in circles. "I'll be better. I'll try harder this time." he offered, his tone almost sounding pleading on your ears. "I promise I'll do better for you."

You didn't believe it. Eren couldn't do better. He was sick with an incurable disease. He no longer felt safe in his own body. He couldn't trust his thoughts to lead him to the correct answer. It all started when he met you, and your infection spread throughout his entire system.

You had infiltrated his way of thinking and acting, his way of feeling and speaking. Eren Jaeger would never be the same person he was before he met you.

He couldn't hide his disdain when he was around his friends, not with all the remarks you made of them. Did you really think Jean was better looking than him? Was it his hair?

Maybe he should start spending more time in the library. Would that make him him look smarter in your eyes? Would you come to him for help with your homework or would you still go to Armin?

And, it was in your silence that his questions of doubt were answered. "You don't believe me." Eren stated as if he were reading the very thoughts from your mind.

A bolt of lightning shot through your spine at his tone. This was the side of your boyfriend you hadn't quite figured out yet. He could loving and playful and crack jokes all day, and mean and standoffish where he wouldn’t even look at you, but he could also be fucking sadist.

His fist curled into the roots of your hair, yanking your head back to meet his gaze. There was a sharp ache pounding on the back of your head, but you forgot all about it when you saw the slight curl of his lip.

"No one else would put up with you. You know that, don't you?" Eren asked you, green eyes appearing darker than they ever had. "You know no one would ever give you the time of day like I do."

"I know." you managed to tell him, leaning into where he gripped your hair to ease the pain you felt.

"Do you?" he questioned, raising a brow.

You tried your best to keep the hammering of your heart against your chest from showing on your face. Eren may have been a sadist, but he wasn't the only one.

"Yes, Eren." you stated, deciding to take a risk and place a gentle hand on his shoulder. You felt him tense under your touch. "You misunderstand me. I only what what's best for you and me. That's all I ever wanted."

He furrowed a brow at your words.

Sure, you would admit that Eren had power over you. He was stronger than you, taller than you, quicker than you. He was the one who had your back against a wall, and it was your hair in his fist.

But, you had something he didn't. You honed the skill he wouldn't be able to polish for years to come. He may have been overly aggressive and carried the ability to make an environment where he would always be the person with the most power, but you had experience.

And, that was something he couldn’t create.

"I've done so much for you, Eren. Why would I go through all this struggle if I didn't want to be with you?" you explained, forcing a pout on your lips. "Is that how you feel about me?"

His grip on your head began to loosen. "No," Eren forced out, eyebrows so scrunched forward they lost their sharpness. "That's not what I want. I was—"

"If you know that, then why would you stand me up?" you demanded, gazing you at him. "If you know all I want is for you to be happy, why would you start a fight with me? You know I would never hurt you like that, baby."

"I didn't mean to start a fight." Eren admitted, swallowing. "I just don't want you to leave me. I don't want to be alone. I don't know what—"

"I know. You don't have to explain it to me, baby. I know exactly what you're thinking." you told him, reaching for his hand to hold in yours. "It's okay, Eren. I know you wouldn't ever want to hurt me, right?"

He nodded, teal eyes watching as you brought his hand to your pillowy lips. You placed a feathery kiss against his knuckles. It had been so soft, so sweet that he wanted to cry.

He had just had car sex with one of the girls who lived in your dormitory's building, and you were kind enough to give him another chance. He did something that hurt you, and you still only wanted what was best for him.

"I love you." Eren sputtered out. His eyes were wide at you, and his voice sounded like he was begging you for something you refused to give him.

You let out a sweet sigh, eyes snapping to his. "You love me?" you repeated, taking a moment to savor the way the words felt on your tongue. Your brows furrowed at the words. "Do you really?"

He nodded quickly, maneuvering his hand to hold yours. He peppered kisses along your fingers, your knuckles. "I do. I really fucking do. I love you." Eren assured, kissing the inside of your hand before grabbing the side of your face.

You raised a brow as he planted soft, needy kisses along your cheeks. "How much do you love me, Eren?" you inquired, bringing your hand to massage his scalp.

Eren swallowed, looking up at you. He was quiet. You blinked back at him, waiting for his answer. You had been so surprised to find he had nothing to offer you in that moment.

You quirked a brow at his silence. "How much, Eren? How much do you love me?" you repeated, voice advancing from a curious tone to a demanding one.

He shook his head, bringing your lips to meet his gently. He tasted like . . . was it honey? Or was it just how sweet the lies he told sounded on your ears?

You weren't able to tell what his mouth tasted like, but you knew you had earned another spit sister? Had he kissed her the way he kissed you? Did he feed her the same lies he did you? Could she taste him? Was she able to put a finger on what the candied flavor on his lips was?

Eren pulled back from you slightly. You couldn’t tell if it was his turquoise eyes that were glassy or if it was yours. "Too much." he told you, lips brushing against yours. "I love you too much." He collided his face with yours, tongue slipping into your open mouth.

His kisses travelled lower — along your jaw, down your nec. He sucked hard when he found your pulse-point, only stopping once a soft moan escaped your swollen lips.

There really wasn't a way you would ever leave him, even if you tried to. Despite all the fights, all the times you professed your hate for him, all the times you tried tried to break it off, Eren stayed with you.

But, it was the same for him. Even if you hurt him, flirt with his friends right in front of him, cuss him out and manipulate him the way you had already done a profuse amount of times in the past, Eren would always love you. How could he not?

Maybe it was because both of you were equally fucked in the head, or because you both loved the concept of pain whether you be playing the role of the inflicted or inflicter, but in some twisted way, you never wanted to leave him.

Somewhere in the messed up relationship that you two had, you realized you loved him. God, you fucking loved him, even if he treated you like a pet.

And, he was your favorite toy. Yours to use and to lie and to fuck. Whether Eren Jaeger was so free he couldn't help but trample over you, or you were too much, too curious that you pushed him to the very brink and a little more, one thing wouldn't change.

You knew it was wrong. Everything about you and him was wrong. Nothing could justify it, you figured that much. You didn't think you could lose yourself in the game, but you did.

And, all of it was Eren's fault.

note: welp they were toxic huh

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loveanoutcast · 3 years ago

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"Games" | Eren Jaeger

Part Seven | NSFW Content

TW: Slight nsfw mentions, fluff, angst, so much damn angst, confusion, cheating, caught cheating, degradation, insulting, rough handling, mean dom Eren, some other stuff I can't remember

Pairing: Eren Yeager (Jaeger) x Reader, Levi Ackerman x Reader

Other: Modern au, businessman!Eren, teacher!reader, administrator!reader, pregnant!reader, husband!eren, married trope

Yo. It's been a fat minute huuuuh. So I'm on a current vacation mode with some friends. I have missed you all immensely and I'm pretty happy with finally releasing a new part. I'm not too sure when part 8 will be up but I have already started it, Your support and feedback are appreciated immensely. I'm still iffy about Levi x reader but we'll see. Anyway, happy holidays y'all.

Levi stared at you a bit expectantly, his hands had fallen back to his sides. Lips coated in a thin layer of your lip-gloss and you let out a deep shaky breath. You felt your mind race with a multitude of thoughts, feeling like you couldn’t find the right set of words as you tried to evaluate the situation you found yourself in with Levi, your husband, and your unborn child.

Eren was still inside with everyone else, the hallway Levi had taken you to was empty and silent as you could practically hear your own heart beating wildly. You weren’t sure what to say, your mouth opening but no words leaving. Levi seemed to note your lack of words, letting out a deep sigh before he took a step closer to you. His hand found your cheek, thumb stroking your skin before he spoke so quietly that if it weren’t for your close proximity, you were sure you wouldn’t have caught his words.

“I know I shouldn’t be doing this, kissing, touching, and pining for another man’s wife. I know you never meant for us to kiss, but I can’t ignore the feelings I’ve grown to have for you.” His face was sad, his voice deep and sullen as you felt tears pinch the corner of your eyes.

“You have an entire family of your own, and I care about Eren, I do. The kid was a constant thorn in my ass, but I only ever wanted him to be happy. You are the very reason behind that emotion for him, and by the gods I know you can never be mine the way I want, but I think about you all the time, beautiful.”

Your hand settled on his chest, fingers curled around the collar of his jacket and you sniffled loudly as you allowed yourself to get lost in the depths of gray as he continued to speak.

“I know we’re both adults, but I’m nearly fifteen years older than you, an old man like me shouldn’t be playing such games in life.”

You couldn’t help the hiccup of a laugh that escaped. Levi’s façade turning to brief amusement before the seriousness in his brow returned and you lightly smoothed away the wrinkles by his eyes with the tips of your fingers.

“Do you think about me even a little?” His voice was hopeful, his attempt at a smile turned to an embarrassed grimace and you felt a deeper crack in your heart as you waited two heartbeats before nodding ever so slightly. Levi let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, his shoulder relaxing just by a fraction as you found your voice, it came out shaky and unsteady and you felt a familiar kick that only served to remind you of your place as another man’s wife.

“I think about you a lot, Levi. I thought I could blame the hormones, thought I could write it off as some horny dark fantasy of wanting to screw an older man or use you to make Eren jealous because that always makes sex in bed better, but when I look at you, my heart hurts. All the small touches, the secret kisses, and the look of silent yearning in your eyes only makes my head fuzzy and my heartbeat frantic. Do you know how excited I get when I know I’m about to see you? How excited my baby gets when they hear your voice? I love Eren, he is my husband, and I meant every word I said when we exchanged vows, until death do us part. He is a good man, and I don’t deserve him because I’m so selfish for not only wanting him but wanting you in way a married soon to be mother should not want a man who is neither her husband nor her baby daddy.”

You felt tears build up along your lash line, doing your best to hold them back as you sincerely didn’t want to ruin your eye makeup. The small whine that escaped past your trembling lips was enough for Levi to grab you by the shoulders and press you closer against him, his lips pressing firmly on your forehead as the pads of his fingers could be felt on your back. It helped to ease the headache building up, but it did nothing for your conflicted heart. How could you find yourself wanting two men? One who you undoubtably want to spend your life with and another so noble, you wanted to selfishly keep him to yourself.

“We’ll figure this out.” Levi murmured, his lips still pressing kisses on your skin. “I promise, it’ll be okay.”

“Angel?”

The sound of his voice should’ve made you jump away from Levi, should’ve made you attempt to ask for forgiveness, or even try to blabber out some half-assed excuse on why you and your husband’s former captain were standing in such an intimate position in a dimly lit area, but you were honestly too tired to move and fed up with making anymore secrets to keep from the one man you trusted the most in your life. Levi let out a soft gasp in response, hands temporarily releasing you out of reflex before noting how you slumped a bit against him, he caught you as your eyes closed and the world fell away from you. The lightlessness on your feet was partially due to Levi supporting your weight and letting go of the feeling of caring or even noting the pounds you carried. You hadn’t fainted, you just lost the will to keep on with the lie, you knew it was a matter of time before you got caught, you just hated to think it was going to happen here of all places.

You stayed within his grasp for a few more seconds before you gathered whatever courage was left to stand on your two feet again, your hands steadying yourself as they gripped him on either side of his waist. Levi cupped your cheeks, your eyes remaining closed as he tilted your head to look at you more closely. Your cheeks were a faint blush, and he noted the slight twitch on your cheek that indicated you were still stressed.

“Give her a minute, Eren.” Levi spoke, “This is all too much for her.”

The way his voice had a slight edge that partially gave him away. Eren’s eyes were sincere, and Levi couldn’t find the slightest trace of hostility within them as he looked over the two of you. He nodded, his hands burying themselves in his suit pants as he took a few steps closer then leaned on the wall beside the two of you. He was close enough that you could smell his cologne, a more natural woodsy scent that had faint hints of spice as the indication of him clinging to his youthful days that were filled with overuse of body spray, he had since learned how to properly use cologne, but it remained your favorite scent of his. Right now, however, it only caused your confusion to deepen as you undoubtedly distinguished how different Eren and Levi’s smells were. Your frown deepened, your bottom lip slightly quivering and Levi fought the urge to lay another kiss on you. His eyes continued to flicker between you and your husband. The bump that was pressing against his abdomen was reminder of the compromising position he wedged his way into. He felt a kick against him, wishing briefly that it was the punch to the gut he believed he deserved for attempting to lay with another man’s very pregnant wife. Your eyes pinched together, your feeble attempt of stopping the tears that were undoubtedly beginning to pool them failing as you let out a deep sigh. Your breaths were uneven, and you jumped again when you felt a hand pressed against the small of your back. Eren still wasn’t close enough to be pressed against you, but you felt his presence loom over you, nonetheless.

“Angel,” His voice was so gentle it hurt, “Is there anything I can do?”

The sob that escaped you made Levi wince, his hands twitching on reflex as he tried to keep his stoic face on, but his eyes gave him away and Eren only felt his eyebrows furrow deeper.

You let out a few more whimpers that were so soft that if it hadn’t been for the silence that stretched on between the three of you, no one would have heard it. Letting out a shaky breath, you found the courage to ask—

“Can you forgive me?”

Eren remained silent, a minute turned to three and Levi felt anxiety creep onto him. Your eyes opened after the first minute, staring into his grey depths so intently and your thumbs began to move in circles on his body. The slight sound of his dress shirt being moved and the warmth of his flesh under the layer filling you with a neediness. You were still vividly aware of Eren; whose hand shifted to grab your hip as he slotted himself behind you, his breath fanning across the top of your head and you knew he wasn’t oblivious to your movements.

“Can you?” You asked again, your eyes shifting ever so slightly behind you and you felt him press his fingers into your hip. His face looked indifferent, and it only confused you more.

“I made a vow, remember? ‘Til death do us part. Tell me what the hell is going on.”

“My dearest…” You mumbled, looking at Levi who looked pained in the situation the three of you were in. He looked uncomfortable and torn, yet his hands still held your cheeks and the occasional flick of his eyes to your lips only reassured you that his feelings weren’t going to go away just because the situation had gotten undoubtedly harder to deal with. Your heart swelled at that, those same kind gray eyes looking at you as if you drew out the constellations every night and woke the sunup every morning. The same pale gray eyes that shined every time you opened the door to welcome into your home and had a mischievous glint in them whenever he stole kisses from your lips and explored the curves of your body when no one was looking. The same gray eyes that looked to be searching for more as they turned earnest and desperate, and you only wanted to give him the validation he deserved so you said without a drop of uncertainty,

“I love you.”

You heard two hitches of breath, you felt two pair of hands tense, and you could see a look of apprehension and a bright blush of violent red cross Levi’s cheeks and ears. You didn’t really want to clarify who those words were meant for. However, not even a minute passed before you heard the love of your life say,

“So, are you going to say it back or are you going to keep standing there like a deer in headlights, Captain Levi?”

You almost wanted to laugh as Levi’s mouth opened and eyes widened like a fish out of water, the look of surprise not one you often saw, but he looked cuter to you somehow. Your smile was shy and small, and you felt everything in you freeze when Levi suddenly smiled at you. It wasn’t a smirk, or a laugh, nor tight lipped smile, this one put all of his pearly whites on display, and you took mental picture before your eyes closed once more from feeling Levi lay a kiss on your lips.

It was a hard kiss, one that had you slightly pushed back into Eren whose grip got firmer. Your hand ran through the back on his head, fingers scratching lightly at his fresh undercut. The hum that was released against your mouth made you smile as the two of you broke apart. Levi’s smile was still wide as he looked to your husband, who after being married to for so long, you could tell was smirking and the words that followed only made you whip around so fast to face him,

“So, Captain. When were you going to tell me that you want to fuck my wife?"

"Eren!” You gasped, your hand coming to smack him on the shoulder but his glance to you had you closing your mouth. He didn’t look angry, but there was obvious tone of aggression in the way he held himself.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You squeaked, your cheeks undoubtedly turning pink as you looked to him in confusion and horror at his bold statement.

“Am I wrong?” His voice turned monotonous, eye dropping in a way that made him look irritated.

His voice was gruff as Levi replied, “It’s not like that, you stupid brat. I have feelings for your wife, I understand how fucked up that is, but I can’t stop them anymore than you can.”

You stood between the two of them, you switched glances between them and watched them stare one another down, eyebrows creased, mouths in frowns, and eyes unwavering as it seemed that they were silently speaking to one another. Eren’s chuckle had you looking at him with wide eyes.

“It’s okay, I know.” He shrugged, “I know about the kissing, about the flirting, and I most definitely know about you wanting to sleep with my wife, captain. I saw you watching her ride my leg like a whore on game night.”

Your cheeks flared in slight embarrassment and shame, you had assumed he hadn’t noticed you and Levi eye fucking each other all those weeks ago, but it seemed that your husband knows you a lot better than you give him credit for.

“Don’t call her that.” Levi grounded out and your eyes softened as they noted how defensive his stance was.

“Why? She likes it.” Eren smirked and tilted his head in mockery, looking at you before he suddenly shifted his hand lower and grabbed a handful of your ass before harshly squeezing, you let out a gasp as your hand came to rest on his chest.

“Isn’t that right my little slutty wife?”

You flushed, your words coming out as jumbled as the thoughts that went through your head, but you couldn’t deny the heat on your cheeks, nor the way you felt your knees grow week as you looked upon your husband’s mesmerizing green eyes and that damn smirk made you get the urge to kiss him. Your breath came out heavier as the sudden whine that escaped your lips made him quirk an eyebrow in obvious amusement, but Eren complied either way, his eyes lowering as he brought his mouth down onto yours. He used his other hand to grab you from your face, fingers tangling in your hair before he grabbed a fistful and kissed you harder. His tongue seemed eager as it explored yours. You felt your fingers become tired from how tightly you were gripping his suit. Your attempts in keeping up with his failing and you couldn’t really do much but allow your husband to roughly handle you. It was nothing compared to Levi’s kisses, which were usually careful and delicate, he kissed you almost as if he was scared of doing it wrong, whereas Eren kissed you with a sort of confidence that tethered on the edge of arrogance.

When you finally separated, your eyes were hooded, and your breaths came out in fast pants. Eren wanted to take a photo of you so badly, the way your lips were swollen, cheeks were blushed, and your eyes still looked at him with that gleam of absolute devotion and love was enough reassurance to last him a lifetime. You both stayed close to one another for a few more moments, your head resting on his chest as you tried to calm your racing heart and remain mindful of the fact that Levi was still there. Eren’s gaze shifted to his former captain’s, grey eyes never straying from you as his hands found refuge in his pockets. He looked very unfazed by the entire ordeal but there was still a look of fondness and sincerity as he stared at you. His eyes met your husband’s and there was no hostility nor resentment in them. It dawned on Eren on how despite having deep feelings for you, Levi was more than okay with the idea of never fulling having you and taking on the continuous role of a companion. Eren sort of understood where he was coming from, at one point during the early stages of your relationship, you and Eren had multiple bouts of fighting and tension growing between the two of you. It was you had suggested some time apart and those few weeks were beyond agonizing to Eren, just when he thought he had lost you, you showed up to his doorstep and declared that even if you two weren’t destined to be together, you’d rather have him as a friend than nothing at all. Or that’s where your speech was leading to but Eren hadn’t let you finish before he yanked you into his old apartment, closed the door behind you, and proceeded to fuck you against it. This entire ordeal was different as Eren was aware that Levi didn’t want to overstep any bounds Eren had just as much as you had.

He let out a deep sigh, his head slightly hurting as he attempted to come up with a direct uncomplicated answer for you and his former captain. He kept coming up blank, he wasn’t even surprised to have found the two of you in such a way, he just figured you two would’ve kept attempting to hide it and wait until after the birth of you all’s first child. Yet seeing the toll it took your health concerned your husband, he hated seeing you kill yourself over doing what you thought he believed was the right way to be married. Eren had always repeated how loving you in this life was enough no matter which way was possible. Not letting you go, he decided to see where everyone’s thoughts were and asked—

“What do you want to do about this…situation?”

He could feel your shrug against him, you hadn’t really believed it would all play out like this and it dawned on you that neither did your husband. Levi was the only one who seemed to have really thought of it at all as he replied—

“I think we should put a pin on this and talk about it tomorrow. I can swing by your house in the morning. For now we should go back to the reception before they start looking for us. I sincerely doubt any one of us wants our friends to see us in such a…position. We’ll carry on as we always have for the meantime.”

You looked to Eren for his reaction, his nod in agreement made you nod along as well before feeling him take your hand into his and begin to lead you away. Levi fell into step on your other side, and you felt his hand brush the back of yours in silent reassurance. The small glance he gave you was enough to calm your frantic heart.

Once you were all back in your seats, the chatter in your group calmed. Jeremy was fast asleep in Jean’s arms and Jean gave you a sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry about what happened earlier, Y/N. I didn’t know Jeremy had begun to feel that way and I talked to him already. It won’t happen again.”

You shook your head, “It’s okay, Jean. I was just shocked by it, but I’m not upset with Jeremy, he’s a little boy who misses his mother and like many of us, still can’t comprehend why things like loss and suffering happen. Please don’t apologize, I understand. If there’s anything I can do to help, please let me know.”

The smile you gave was genuine and you noticed Porco, Reiner, and Jean all gap at you in awe. You became a bit flabbergasted under their stares but felt Eren rub your shoulder in reassurance and Levi brush his hand against your leg. The slight glare Eren threw at them only made them smirk at each other, even after so many years married, Eren’s possessiveness still amused them.

“You’re so kind,” Connie was the first to respond, “Like way too kind, kind of makes us wonder how the hell Eren here bagged you. It’s either you got a thing for egotistical morons or he has a big dick.”

Annie covered her kid’s ears, her sharp look making Connie take a moment to apologize before turning back to you. The small laugh you let out was soft and Eren felt his irritation double at the literal heart eyes all his friends were sporting gazing at you.

“Yes.” Was all you replied, and Jean laughed so hard, Jeremy stirred in his arms.

The furrow in between Eren’s eyebrows had you coo at him again, your fingers smoothing the lines as he scolded you for a few moments. His voice hushed,

“I hope angel isn’t calling me a moron.”

Your smile was wide, the playful glint in your eye was hard to not return, “I would never do such a thing, my dearest. You do, however, have a hu-u-u-ge—”

“Sh-h-h-h.” He shushed you with a kiss, the smile on his lips didn’t go unnoticed and you two grinned at one another for a few more moments as everyone else returned to their conversations. Eren kissed your lips a few more times, your blush evident as you looked around to ensure no one was uncomfortable with your displays of affection, but besides Porco catching your eye and giving you a flirty wink and Connie giving you a poor excuse of a heart with his hands, everyone seemed rather used to you and Eren. Under the table, you could feel Levi’s hand settle on your thigh, his grip firm but gentle and you let your hand rest on top of his for a few moments before you rubbed your stomach in the area your child suddenly decided to start kicking you in.

“I wonder why they chose this space.” You thought aloud, your husband shrugging before Levi explained.

“Oh, there’s a church right next door. Apparently, it’s the same one that used to treat Ymir horribly as a child. They always have mass around this time and when they caught wind of their wedding reception being held here, they were pissed.”

“So why hold it here?” You asked

“I can’t think of a better way to throw a big ‘Fuck you’ to the same organization who shunned you than having a massivelesbian wedding right next door.”

“Touché.” You smiled, your eyes spotting the new wedded couple as they greeted their guests, their hands interlocked and smiles bright. You honestly held no grudge against Historia and her history with your husband, she greeted you with a smile and large hug when she saw you and despite the first few moments of awkwardness, you could tell she was genuinely pleased to congratulate you and Eren on your first child. The way she held your stomach and even gifted you a late baby shower present on her wedding day was enough to make you let go of all the past incidents where you called her a “prissy fickle bitch” and even Ymir seemed to make amends with Eren, their dispute being a bit less intense as Ymir was a bit more understanding of their complicated relationship and had felt less threatened by the tall green eyed man, especially since her own ego was twice the size of his.

You let out a deep breath, your eye lingering on the dancing couples on the floor but when you looked a little expectantly at your husband, you noted how deep in conversation he was in with Reiner and Colt. The drink in his hand was new and you didn’t want to pull him away so soon from his friends considering you’d be having him all night once you got home. Levi, on the other hand, seemed to notice the look of longing as you felt a small bump against your hand, gray eyes meeting yours as he gave a nod towards the dance floor and you smiled as you felt a flutter in your heart.

You placed a hand on your chest, exaggerating a bit as you mouthed, “Me?” and the eye roll he gave made you giggle.

“Do you want to dance with me, or should I ask someone else?” His eyes swept across the room, lingering on a table and your eyes shifted to see a petite female with dirty blonde hair, her large brown eyes met Levi’s and even from this distance you could see a very vibrant blush sweep across her face. She obviously didn’t expect such attention to be on her and anyone with decent sight could see how handsome the man to your right was. The young woman looked a bit expectantly at Levi, as if seeing who was going to be brave enough to make the first move and for the first time, you felt your nostrils flare in jealousy. For some reason she reminded you of the way you felt towards Historia in the beginning of your relationship with Eren, the sudden need to be possessive overcame you and Levi had a shit eating smirk on his face when you suddenly got up and announced,

“I want to dance with you.”

Eren looked a bit taken back, scrambling to put his drink down before you gave him a reassuring smile, “No, baby. You’re fine, I meant with Levi.”

He let out a small “Oh, okay.” His shoulders relaxing as he let go of your hand and gave a nod to his former captain. He didn’t show any sort of discomfort at you all dancing together, despite the song the band was currently playing meant you two would have to slow dance. Levi held your hand as you walked to where the other pairs were, you both found a bit of a private spot and his face was devoid of any emotion as one hand found the curve of your waist right above your hips and the other held your hand. Your own hand rested comfortable on his bicep, the muscle that flexed under your fingertips serving to remind you of how crazy toned he was and making your head a bit fuzzy at how much leaner bodied he is compared to your husband who was bulkier.

Your stomach was proving to be a bit of a nuisance as you wished to be closer to him but could not, Levi didn’t seem to mind as he led you throughout the dance. “Kiss Me” by Ed Sheeran was one of your favorites and the lead singer’s voice held the same soft tones, your smile was as sweet as you looked in that moment and Levi did his best to not do as the song said. His eyes flickering between you and your lips before he took a quick scan around the room, ensuring no one was paying attention before quickly placing a kiss on your temple. Your eyes fluttered close at the feel of his lips and you caught the both of you by surprise when you took advantage of his turned head and captured his lips with yours. The kiss was brief, but you felt him melt against you and your breaths were coming out as shorts pants as you rested your heads against each other. Levi’s eyes took a quick glance around the room before moving the two of you in a circle, your head resting on his shoulder.

You noticed an imprint of lipstick on Levi’s neck and flushed, it was the same color as the lipstick you currently adorned and you sheepishly pointed it out, following it with an apology as you knew it was probably from when you fell asleep on him during the wedding reception.

He didn’t even attempt to look at it, his eyes set on you as he continued leading the two of you in your dance. You knew Levi wasn’t a man of many words, he rarely smiled, and outside of your group of friends, you hardly saw him interact with anyone comfortably enough to crack his infamous “jokes”. The way he was looking at you, however, was enough for you to move your arms to loop around his shoulders, your smile was sincere as you took advantage of the situation of finally being alone.

“Levi, do you really think we can figure out a solution to...us?”

“I don’t see why not.” He shrugged so casually you felt a moment of annoyance pass over you. One look at your furrowed eyebrows was enough for Levi to let out a deep sigh and look to the side.

“This isn’t exactly something many people face, but I have to believe that we can at least be civil about this. You admitted your feelings for me in front of Eren…that’s something we can never go back from. Whether he likes it or not is obsolete at this point; nonetheless, he’s your husband. He’s the father of your unborn child and I believe we all need to come up with a way to make this entire ordeal as painless and as fulfilled as possible.”

“Do you have any plan in mind?”

“Considering the fact that I was kissing you in a dim-lit hallway with the sole intention of not letting anyone find us not even thirty minutes ago...no, not really.”

You laughed, a loud laugh that caught the people around you by surprise and Levi’s stoic face only made you laugh harder. Once you collected yourself, you smiled widely.

“Anyone ever tell you that your dry humor is top fucking tier?”

His smirk was endearing, “Most people don’t get it. Surprisingly, only you and Eren laugh at all my jokes.”

“Well, for some it may be hard to distinguish since you sound the same through and through.” You tried to reason, your head tilting in question as you watched his grey eyes lower in obvious distaste.

“If I have to change my tone of voice to tell a fucking joke, it’s better if I don’t say any jokes at all.”

You shook your head as you chuckled, your fingers reaching up to brush a few locks from his face.

“So serious.” He caught your hand, bringing it against his chest as he used his thumb to rub circles on the back of it. You talked for a few more minutes, your smile genuine as Levi told you a story from his childhood, bits and pieces making you flinch at the idea of having to witness such cruel things from a young age, but anything that involved his dear friend Isabel always lifted his and your spirits.

You two were so engrossed with one another, that Eren had to clear his throat to call you all’s attention. You gave him a wide smile, your body turning to him as he reached out his hand.

He pulled you to his side, giving Levi an apologetic smile as he said, “Sorry, captain. I need to take Mrs. Yeager here for a bit.”

Levi nodded in understanding, leaving a final kiss on your cheek before leaving the two of you alone. Eren gave you a boyish grin that made your heart leap before pulling you in another direction, you laughed as you tried to keep up.

“Where are you taking me, my dearest?”

“You’ll see.”

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Harper Alexander x Fem!Reader || Oneshot, [Part 2]

Title: The Fake Love Of My Life [PART 2]

Notes:

I'm just realising Harper and Y/N's relationship is very like Dimitri and Anastasia haha XD

Plot: Fake fiancés, impending murder victims who are actually quite lovely, dancing, jealousy, and engagement rings- oh my!

Warnings: Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? Jealousy?

"Wait... you two? Are together???"

The words coming out of an 'honoured guest's mouth, aimed at Harper and I as he comes on into the bar, pressing a kiss to my temple on his way past. The guests, especially the one that rode in with that blonde Harper made off with earlier, do not miss it despite its subtlety - given more for the towns folk around us then anything else, obviously, - . And suddenly the fact that Harper just went off flirting with another woman, hits us both in the face.

Well... fuck- and the rest of the town catches it, too; Freaking out also, on the inside. I glance up unsurely at Harper who is still standing close to my seat, but force a tinkering smile that just makes me look perplexed, and that doesn't meet my eyes.

Which, you know, works. Because if we were a real couple, and I didn't, in fact, know perfectly well that he had to seduce these girls then I would look like this; Oblivious. And that's exactly what the guests think is happening.

Trying not to show my nervousness at the situation, a shield that I've mastered at this point, I decide to play the clueless-type. Thoughtlessly blinking and smiling, I tilt my head at the guy. "Yeah," I hold up the back my left hand, and show off the engagement ring (Which so happens to be Harper's actual mothers ring, so I take very good care of it even if it doesn't totally feel like mine, nor will it ever- seeing at the engagement in the first place is a total hoax) and beam. "We're engaged, actually!"

"Uhhh... " The guy's eyes flicker nervously from me, to Harper where his glance becomes hard. You can tell that he's struggling not to tell me out right what my 'fiancé' has been up to, and is gouging what kind of reaction Harper might give if he does do that right now. Still looking blissfully oblivious, I look between the two with wide, confused eyes. "Dude."

Knitting my brows together, I play my part well. A hand on Harpers arm and a teetering tone to my voice completes the act. "Harper?"

"Ah. Y/N!... " He picks up my hand off his arm, and holds it in his own, playing his own part with a side of guilt sitting beside a big serving of regretful douchebag. He doesn't meet my eyes completely, just flickers over them, leaning his shoulder slightly between me and the guy. "Its nothin', don't worry about it. Okay?"

"Hey, its not nothing!" The guy actually shoves Harper out of his way, and my own blow open wide at it as Harper flashes a dark glare his way, silently. "Girl- " I blink up at this man, who's pointing directly at me after that show of violence and I hand him all my attention. Because oh- wow- direct! Okay, yes? I mean I know he's going to be dead in a couple of hours and he's the enemy but wow. He points behind him with a thumb, at Harper. "This guy's been cheating on you. I saw him go off with my girl friend, Jess- and I know her. The way she was lookin' at him... oof," He shakes his head. "They fucked, or something, man. I'm sorry."

Miss Peaches and Boone flash eachother a smirky, secret glance at that while most people are looking at me for a response or glaring at Harper like some of the guests are, Buckman's watching this whole scene like a show at the theatre and he's on the edge of his seat, Hucklebilly is silently urging me with his eyes to do something already. Like hurry. Hurry up. Hurry! Hurry!!

Dragging my gaze away from Huck's, I make myself slowly look from the guy that 'told me'... to Harper. Before a new expression can take hold on my face, I ask, in a deadly tone; "... what?"

Harper immediately comes forward again, looking desperate and pissed off- though its not me, he's angry at. "I don't know what he's talking about, Y/N, I swear- "

I get up from my seat and he steps - stumbles? - back at the terrible glare on my face. As terrible as I can muster, when I want to laugh at his reactions. You know? Sometimes this pretending thing can be a lot of fun. Taking a deep breath, I take off the ring he gave me, and under the gaze of the man that told me Harper was 'cheating'- I hand it back to him. Then I clear my throat, as he looks from it... to me. And does 'heartbroken' so well. "... Um- whether you did, or not. I- I cant wear this... u-until, I know. You know? Um... sorry."

Then I manage to slip past him and out the bar door, into the empty square before a smile fights onto my face and giggles topple out of me. I collapse against the side of the building, letting the laughter come out as I cover my face. Oh god... the looks on Harper's face! Oh, he was good.

He must have run out after me a moment later - after the appropriate amount of staring heartbrokenly at my empty seat, I'm sure, - because then he's poking around the corner, finding me, and enfolding his hands into his pockets as he saddles lazily up to me.

But he does not fool me- he's pretty damn amused too, I see, as when I glance around my fingers; Theirs a grin on his handsome face.

Sighing, I calm down and press my head back into the wood. "That was good! You did well!- Coulda cried, though. I mean, you were being left by me, after all."

Rolling his eyes, making me giggle again, Harper sets his jaw. "You sure think a lotta yourself, don't ya?" His slow drawl is back to normal, no longer desperate like he was acting before. Perfectly, annoyingly shirty. He leans in towards me, giving me a raised eyebrow-look. "I didn't see you cryin', neither, Y/N. Not even one, stray, tear."

"Hm. Not even I am that good an actress, Harper."

He smirks back at me, and for a moment , before returning to his straight standing position, and sighing. He looks back at the building, his mouth twisted into a displeased, put-out frown. "Well, I guess we're fightin', now... Should we be yellin'?"

Scrunching up my nose, suddenly tasting something gross in my mouth, I scowl at him. "Do we want to be the kinda couple that screams and yells?"

"Well, it is just an act."

"Yeah, but still."

"Hmmm... " Harper, looking dissatisfied with my objections, looks away again and thinks. "Okay. How about we just say we fought, then? You can jog in place for a minute and look like you just ran a marathon or something when we get back in."

Gaze flickering up to him, my eyes narrow. "Oh I am only running, if you let me squeeze your cheeks to make it look like you got red-faced."

He does not look like he likes that idea, at all. "... Okay. What if I didn't find you, then? 'N instead I walked around looking for you for a while. You can go back in now and I'll wait out here for a while before comin' back in."

"Yeah, lets do that." I push off the wall and ready myself to go back in their, looking all down, when Harper pulls something out of his pocket and tries to give it back to me. As soon as I realise that its the ring though, I shake my head good naturedly and push his hand back. "You hold onto it, until this is all over. I don't want it falling out of my pocket." It was his mothers, so its important, and if anything in this relationship is real its our shared devotion to keeping that ring safe. I would die if I lost it.

Harper stalls for a moment, displeased by my response if I didn't know better, before shoving it and his fist back into the pocket of his trousers. "Alright then... Until this is all over."

"Right." I assure him, awkwardly. Before patting his shoulder and passing him by. "See you back in there!"

"Yep."

Its nearly 45 minutes before Harper comes back into the bar, a sullen look on his face still, like normal. I look away almost immediately, pointedly- returning to the conversation I'm having with Miss Peaches. "... As I was saying, yeah we are having nice weather toda- "

The guy from earlier - the one that had informed me of Harper's 'infidelity'. I think his name was Matt? - suddenly pushes out of his seat a few tables over, seeing Harper come in also and saddles right beside my chair. I cut off again, and look up to him. Hello? Mister?

Not looking at me, rather glowering Harper's way, Matt offers his hand to me. Shoving it right in front of my face. I blink, surprised at its presence and the gesture. "Miss? Would you like to dance?"

"Uh- " What? I look from him, with wide, surprised eyes to Miss Peaches who just looks pretty darn amused at it - in other words, entirely unhelpful, - , as I feel quite put on the spot and unsure. What is he doing?? The whole room seems to still once again, noticing the scene that Matt is creating, and I glance Harper's way.

His sullen look has just begun to look hazardous to anyone standing near to him and I fight not wince under its power, myself.

Matt breaks his gaze from its locked position with Harper's, and looks down to me; His gaze softens, a bit, and I understand that he's only trying to make me feel better. And if this whole thing wasn't fraudulent in the first place I would probably be grateful. So letting out a careful breath, letting go of my nerves and surprise at being put in a position like this, I place my hand in his and let him guide me up to my feet.

Oh god- now I just really want everyone to stop looking, at us. At me. Stop, stop, stop-

A booming clap sounds throughout the room, and just like that everyone's attention is stolen clean away by our enigmatic mayor, who's stood up and grinning. "What a good idea! Go on everyone, lets have ourselves a good old-fashioned hoedown. Grab a partner and get to the dance floor!"

As everyone immediately starts liking that idea and getting up from their seats, and music starts play from the little wooden stage in the corner, I let myself relax. Thank god. Bless that man. Long live the mayor.

"Hey, so, are you okay?" I'm broken from my relieved thoughts, as Matt walks me to the middle of the dance floor and guides me in front of him- setting one hand on my waist while the other holds my hand. His words are sweet and low, so no one else really hears, and damn- I'm going to sure be mournful when he dies. Even if he is a yank.

Offering him a small, strong smile as we begin to dance to the reasonably paced guitar music, I set the hand of mine that isn't holding his securely up onto his shoulder. He's just wearing a sleeveless under shirt, so I feel a bit of the skin of his shoulder which is odd but I've long since given up holding new-comers to any of the same expectations we have. "I'm holding up, thank you. I just never thought he would do something like that... its so not Harper... "

Speaking of Harper, I glance around the room slowly to see where he is now, and catch his glare from the side of the room with Miss Peaches. Evidently she's asking him if he wants to dance with her while I'm busy, but he seems unresponsive. Too busy playing jealous.

I quickly look away. Matt shrugs. "Yeah well, you can never really tell with douchebags. Sometimes they're real nice guys, until they aren't."

"Yeah... I guess so... "

"Anyway," Matt suddenly lets go of my waist, carries my hand up to above our heads, and spins me. A cant help the delighted giggle that tumbles out of me at the move, my skirts flying around me before he pulls me back to his body. He flashes me a grin back, and as the music's tempo speeds up, so do we- the dance becoming faster, and more fun. "Lets see if I can distract you from that bullshit for a little while."

Smirking back to him, I feel like forgetting about who I'm supposed to be, now - engaged and heartbroken, - in order to just have some fun. Because damn, it has been a long time. Yes at parties I dance with men - Lester, Hucklebilly, Buckman. Even Granny, though she isn't a man, - but that's not really the same. That's like dancing with my brothers, or my father - or mother, - . Theirs nothing quite like dancing with a man you don't know, not because you want him to court you or because he wants to court you, but just for fun.

"Lets see if you can."

A couple of hours later I finally sit back down again, a beam on my face and my cheeks warm - aching for a glass of water or twelve, - as Matt excuses himself to go to the bathroom- but promises that he'll be back. "Take your time, I'll be here!"

He smiles, patting my shoulder comfortingly, before turning and heading off out of the building.

Its a few moments later, after I've acquired a drink of water and am sipping at it at the bar, that Harper slips into the seat next to me. I turn and- immediately, catch myself. I was about to smile, and ask him how his night is going.

But I remembered just in time that I am supposed to be mad at him, and take a deep breath; Looking away again.

Without saying a thing to me, he orders himself a shot of whiskey- a heavily grumpy look on his face. I glance at him, wondering what's going on in his head and if he's had any fun at all tonight or if he's been preoccupied acting like a jealous bastard the whole time. I worry that its turned his actual mood sour.

I hope not.

"So... " He finally speaks, still not looking at me. "You been havin' a good time, with that yank?"

"Um... " Glancing around us, I see a group of the yankee girls nearby within hearing distance, and look nervously at Harper. Because for whatever reason, I get the inkling that he isn't acting anymore, and I don't want him thinking that anything that comes out of my mouth, is true. "That's... not, really, any of your business- is it?"

Finally he looks at me, and theirs a pissed off gleam in his brown eyes as he looks down on me. "Oh yes it is. You're my fiancé, ain't ya?"

My jaw nearly damn well drops. Has he been drinking before now?? I didn't see him dancing at all throughout the night. What's wrong with him? Theirs definitely something odd about what he's saying; How he's looking.

Not even Harper is this good of an actor.

"Harper... " Lowering my voice and leaning closer, I tug gently at the side of his clean white shirt. "Are you alright? Do you want to leave and talk?- "

"What's happenin' here, huh?" Oh for fucks sake- I turn to see Matt suddenly back, on my other side and standing over both Harper and I- but turning his stony, protective, angry look on my 'fiancé', obviously. I mean, I appreciate the efforts but you really have the worst timing, Mathew-

Harper doesn't back down even an inch from the more imposing figure that is my dancing partner for the evening. In fact he just pulls up his whiskey to his lips, letting his hand dangle lazily before him as he raises his brows at Matt. "I'm talkin' to my lady, a'course. What are you doin'?"

"Oh, your lady?" Matt scoffs, and I feel like red lights should be flashing and alarms should be blaring. Their tones are dangerous. "First of all, this is the twenty first century man so she has a name. Second of all- did you mean Y/N or the girl two seats down from you?"

Oh, hell. My eyes widen as that particular dig leaves Matts lips and, knowing Harper's already prickly personality, turn slowly to him. A flickering of a tiny - dangerous, - smile flashes across his lips as he nods and looks away, before taking the whole contents of his glass in one go. Then he turns to me - to me! - , an only marginally softer look in his eyes. "Y/N, lets go."

"Uh- " I cut myself off, unsure of how to respond. He continues to look at me, waiting impatiently for my response, and Matt looks swiftly down at me before picking up for, me.

"Y/N's not going anywhere with you if she doesn't want to, man. So back off."

"My apologies, was I talking to you?" Harper turns his gaze up to Matt again, and my eyes tear around the room for some help, but for the first time today no one, is stopping to witness the drama.

Hell, violence could be ensuing, and no one here cares?? Seriously?! How drunk is everyone?!

"No, but someone has to be good to Y/N."

Harper doesn't flinch but you can tell that he wanted to, as one of his eyes slowly squints, and the frown lines in his face deepen. "... do you wanna take this outside?"

Immediately I whip around to face him fully. A hand slamming down on the table between us and I am deeply concerned. "Harper do you even see the size of this man!?"

"Love to, but I don't feel the need to remedy all my problems with violence, mate." Matt smirks, crossing his arms. And first of all, thank god, but also- the look on Harper's face at hearing that is horrifying. How could this man have made things worse, by not punching Harper in the face?! Now I kind of wish they had gone outside.

"Okay!" Before Harper can respond, or take out the sharp throwing object I know he has in his pocket, I get up out of my seat and back off from them both. "You both need to stop this, before it becomes a dick measuring contest. First of all, Matt, I had a really lovely night so thank you, but I'm leaving now, so goodbye. Harper- " The moment I turn to him, I stall, and calm down. And I mean it, when I say; "I'll talk to you, later."

Then I turn around and head for the door so that I can walk out into the night and go home- when I suddenly hear a horrible hitting noise and a crash, followed by gasps and Buckman yelling 'HELL'- and whip right back around. My eyes blow open wide the moment that I see Matt, fallen into a chair behind him holding his jaw, and Harper shaking out his fist, still managing to look tough even as his fist must be killing him, looking down on Matt. I gape, about to say something - or yell something, - but Harper suddenly turns to me, and grabs my hand on his way storming through the horrified crowd and out of the building. I just try to keep up so he doesn't tear my arm off.

Once we're down the road a bit, I manage to rip my arm back away from him, and get glare in response. I tough it out, though, and scowl back at him. "Harper what the hell?? I mean I know we're kind of invested in our scheme but you're acting weird, now. And- you- you hit him! Why would you do that??? What is wrong with you??"

"'It's what my 'character', woulda done," He almost growls, through grit teeth.

"You really don't have to go that far, Harp!" He really, really, doesn't!

Rolling his eyes up into his skull, I watch as he finally takes in a deep breath- hands on his hips, bracing himself. After a moment of silence, and I'm thinking he's calming down now thankfully, his gaze flashes to me and I see clearly that he's still burning.

Reaching over to me, he once again takes my hand in his and drags me off. Not quite so angrily this time, so I don't fear that my arm will be removed from my shoulder at all at least, but I'm still totally lost. Where are we going, now??

We don't go far, as it turns out, and he quickly presses me against a wall between two houses close by to where we were, and in the darkness I can just make out a clearer look entering his eyes, finally. Like his sight is finally, - finally, finally! - not so clouded by fury anymore, as he breathes in fresh night time air. Silently, I watch, waiting for him to speak first.

Is he okay??

Taking his hands off of me, he runs a hand back through his hair, and finally lets his shoulders relax. "... Okay. Okay. I'm fine, now. Sorry for makin' you uncomfortable."

"Are... are you sure you're alright? Do you want to talk about what just happened??" Because I definitely think we should-

"My character just got away from me, that's all. I got too into it... I apologise." Yeah, he says that, but he still isn't looking me in the eye. Everywhere but my eye, actually. And an idea occurs to me that makes my heart start to beat louder, in my ears. Carefully, I reach up, and lay one hand on his shoulder while the other curls up into his hair.

I literally feel his body relax more, under my touch. A sigh escapes him, that I'm sure he would've preferred me not hear. So he looks stony, again.

Letting go of my bottom lip, as I had nervously been chewing it, my gaze flickers up to his face. "Um, would it help, if... my character, were to, 'forgive', you?" Still against his better judgement I'm sure, Harper perks up, at my suggestion. I set him with a focused, serious look. "Because she does. She knows that you have to touch other girls and its not because you want to, and in fact it has nothing to do with her. Me."

"... yeah?"

I nod. "Yes." Giving him a smile, I start to take my hand away from him and step away. "So don't fret! We're okay. Still engaged, and in 'love'- "

Suddenly, before I can get away completely, Harper grabs my hand again and tugs me back- and further, to his lips, where he presses a passionate kiss. A moan is torn out of me immediately and my eyes quickly fall shut, reciprocating before I can think better of it.

This happens a lot, now; The kissing. It helps us get into character, I suppose. Makes us feel like two people who are actually in love, rather then Y/N and Harper who just pretend to be. And it feels really, really good.

He pulls back not even an inches worth of space for a moment, solely for air, and my eyes crack open a tiny bit; Enough to see him gulping down air so he can come back. "Harper... "

He presses right back quickly, guiding me forward back into the wall behind me. Wood digs into my spine but I cant bring myself to care, too wrapped up in the body of the man kissing the hell out of me and my endeavour to taste him back, and maybe gouge a moan or two from him. Because I want to hear it. I don't know why, but I need to. I feel like all I ever see from him is spite and crankiness and I need to know he has more, for me. Especially, for me.

Tugging gently on some of his hair seems to win me what I wanted, as I swallow the vibrations of his groans. Then I slowly pull back, my heels finding the ground again and opening my eyes delicately, and look up at him as he sighs; Understanding that its over as he still leans over me.

Tilting my head, breathing slowly in order to return to former breathing patterns, I catch his gaze. "... Feeling better?" My voice is low, talking carefully as I look up at him from beneath my eyelids.

"... almost."

"Hm?" What else can I do? I'm just wondering what else it could possibly be that he, or his character, wants from me when to my surprise Harper slips down to one knee before me. My eyes widen slightly, looking down at him and wondering what he is doing. "Harp? Your knee hurt?"

He takes my hand in his and, not looking me in the eye as my heart starts to beat unbelievably louder- the sound reverberating hot in my ears. "I just figured, that, our engagement is missin' something."

Oh... Harper takes his mothers ring back out of his pocket, and slips it back onto my fourth finger; Where it now lives. "Y/N L/N, we've known eachother a long time now, basically our whole lives... unfortunately, I think I've only just cracked the surface of what their is to know when it comes to you... and I'd sure like to spend the rest of my life trying to learn the rest."

"Aw... Now, I kinda regret that we didn't do this in front of people. You did that really, well. And telling me my last name! Nice touch." I tell him, because its true, but adding a little joke because I have to as I slip my hand out of his grasp and examine the ring back in its place. My ring.

It really is pretty.

"I ain't done." My eyes snap back to Harper's and my cheeks heat up even more then they had been already, and close my mouth quick.

"Oh."

Flashing a little smile that looks so good on him, he tilts his head. I nearly forget that this is fake. "Will you marry me?"

Breath hitching, because that is the softest, least disapproving-of-me thing he has ever said and it makes my stomach drop- In a good way. But I hope that he does not see how mushy he's made me- because that might complicate things.

He might think I'm falling for him... And I'm not...

I try to keep it out of my voice as I respond, even as a gentle smile warms onto my face. "Yes, Harper Alexander... I will marry you. Now get back up here."

He smirks and gets up, and I lean up to press a quality kiss to his lips, in thank you. When I pull back, he picks up my left hand in his and I catch a serious and forlorn look cross his face as he looks at the ring. His voice is quiet but firm when he speaks. "... I don't want you ever taking this ring off, again. I didn't care for that, at all."

"Well it was just for show... "

His jaw clenches. "I know."

"Hey- " I grab his arm, pulling him gently but abruptly from whatever angry place he was disappearing back into, and flash him a comforting grin. "How about we don't go back to the bar. We can just go back to my house, and avoid the headache. Alright?"

"I'd like that." He grins, a lovely grin that we very rarely see on on him anymore unless he's faking it, a hand hovering over the small of my back as we turn and start heading off to my house.

#Harper Alexander x Reader #Harper Alexander #2001 Maniacs x Reader #Harper Alexander x Reader Oneshot #Part 2 #Harper Alexander Oneshot #Harper Alexander x Reader Part 2 #Harper Alexander x Reader Oneshot Part 2 #The Fake Love Of My Life Part 2

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mitsuaziel · 4 years ago

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Rain (Barbatos x Reader)

Female! Reader

Slight angst but with a happy ending

In the human realm there you stood, under the heavy rain that wets your figure, soaking your entire being with its polluted water but you couldn't care less about how you'll get sick afterwards. No. You stare into nothingness, the heavy rain greatly limiting your field of vision to maybe one to two meters and even so, objects are extremely blurry.

The reason why you're under the rain is because you're heartbroken. It's stupid, yes, you know but he was your fiance of three years so it's heart shattering and as if your life line is plugged out when you caught him in action with another woman, balls deep into her as her moans fill the room, clearly having a good time. The reason for his cheating is because you didn't want to have sexual intercourse with him but being the religious person you are, you stated that you didn't want to have sex until after marriage but it seems that he couldn't wrap his mind around the idea.

'He only wants you for your body', your best friend said, attempting to comfort you but it didn't do much as your mind wanders to that specific moment in your life.

'He's the one missing out! It just means that he wasn't your soulmate. God has other plans for you', then why did He has to make it so painful to you?

'Fuck that guy! I hope he gets condemned to Hell', you wish too but you try to get yourself out of that mind set since it's quite the sin to wish someone that.

All these allegations are true, yet here you are, under the rain thinking negatively about yourself. Weren't you pretty enough? Wasn't your company enough for him? Satisfying enough for him? You let out a shaky breath and close your eyes, the rain getting heavier if that's possible. You really want to disappear off the surface of the Earth but you didn't. Again, it's a great sin if you did it.

So, you resorted to just being sad and crying out your sadness all alone. It was... Comforting, to say the very least and with the rain, it's easy to cover up your tears and voice.

"ARGH!" You screamed out loud. You could barely make out your own voice. Perfect.

So you screamed again and again and again until you ran out of energy. If you can't hurt or kill yourself, you might as well tire yourself and just go to sleep. But even so, you figured that you might have nightmares regarding what happened to you just yesterday so you might as well completely drain your energy until you can't move.

With one last scream of frustration and anger, you drop to your knees and let tears flow down your face. God, you just wanted to kill yourself but you can't. Sometimes you wish you weren't that religious but it's these times that you're also glad.

How long have you been under the rain? Half an hour? An hour? More than that? You don't know nor do you care at this point. You certainly couldn't care less about your health as well. You just want to hide under the rain so when you thought the rain stopped, you were confused. It's still raining yet why aren't you under it? Then, you look up.

An umbrella.

"Wha?" You breathe out under your breath as you look at the person holding the umbrella.

Due to the darkness, you can't really see his features but you can tell that he's wearing a suit and has gloves on. His expression though empty as ever, his eyebrows are furrowed as if to mimic confusion. He holds out a hand for you to grab and for a moment, flashbacks of your ex-boyfriend doing the same fills your vision and you shake your head.

The man assumes that you didn't want help and retracts his hand. You stand up but wobbled a bit due to you kneeling for so long, causing you to accidentally grab the man's arm. He was as still as a statue, seemingly unbothered by the fact that you just threw yourself towards him. You mutter an apology even though he won't hear it and didn't bother to squeeze water out your hair or clothes.

"Are you okay, miss?" He asks.

You nod and look away, slightly embarrassed of your appearance at the moment. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be going now."

"Wait."

You turn to him. "Do you need something, sir?"

Lightning strikes, lighting up the darkness and you only manage to see his features clearly for a few seconds. Beautiful emerald eyes, green hair gradienting to a teal down his bangs on the left side of his face and no expression at all yet it seems to compliment his handsome features. For a moment, you forgot to breathe. How can a man this beautiful exist?

"You just seem sad and I know that I'm just a stranger, a nobody to you but I do have some time to spare before I go back to serve my master." He states.

You were suspicious. The world is a dangerous place and if a handsome man like Ted Bundy can turn out to be a manipulative murderer, then surely, the man in front of you can do the same.

When no answer is heard from you, he sighs and puts a hand over his heart before bowing down to you, much to your surprise. "I am Barbatos, the butler to my master, Lord Diavolo."

"I... I see." You weren't expecting a butler to be by your side.

"You now know my name, my occupation and my master. Surely, this is enough information for you." The butler, you now know as Barbatos, said.

"Oh, uh, yeah." You awkwardly fidget around. He's just too formal with you that makes it uncomfortable for you.

"So, may I know what is the cause of your sadness? Why are you just kneeling under the heavy rain? Are you not scared of what might happen to you if you were to stay too long out here?" He shoots you question after question.

You wanted to tell him but you're scared of the thought of him ridiculing you. Your fiance's friends did, is he any different?

Barbatos sighs once again and mumbles something before saying, "I do not wish to make you uncomfortable. I do apologize if I do happen to make you feel that way. All I want to do is lend an ear. It is not too wrong of me to do so, is it now?"

You look at the more interesting ground. "Why do you even want to listen to my problems anyway? A butler like you shouldn't help me. You must have other jobs to do and even if I tell you, it's not like you're gonna use that information."

"Maybe, maybe not. But I just want to help."

Damn, he's persistent, you thought. It's not like you're ungrateful, it's more like preventing other people from meddling into your own problems that you can handle by yourself. You didn't need or want someone else's help. You can figure everything out yourself.

And yet...

"Kill me."

The butler was surprised. "Excuse me, but could you repeat what you just said?"

"Ah..." You shake your head. What were you thinking? "I'm sorry. I'll leave."

Just as you turn away, a hand grabs your arm. "Wait."

You wait for him to talk.

"I know I have no place to say this, and it's ironic that I'm the one who's saying this, but don't do it. Life may be hard for you but surely, there must be people who love you. I don't know what happened and really, I have no say in this, if you're thinking about suicide, shouldn't you do something you love? Be with the people you love instead of suffering all alone and eventually hurting other people?"

You look back at him with tears welling up in your eyes. "This is a stupid reason and all, but I just... Can't. The person I love betrayed me. He... He promised."

Barbatos lets go of your hand. "Then, that just means he's a liar, a toxic person in your life. Is it not a relief that you found out instead of being blinded by his lies?"

You wanted to talk back but you bite back your tongue. It is true. Better now then never. You think for a while before forcing a smile on your face. "I suppose so. Thanks for... Talking, I guess. I really appreciate it."

A small smile curl his lips, enhancing his already handsome face. "You're welcome."

*****

Barbatos finally went back to Lord Diavolo's castle after buying all the necessary items from the human realm.

"Barbatos! There you are! Where have you been? It took longer than usual. Did it run out of stock or something?" Lord Diavolo asks as he goes through his endless pile of paperwork.

The butler bows down to his master as a form of apology. "I am sorry, My Lord. No, it's not because of that."

"Then, what took you so long?"

Memories of the rainy scene plays in his head but he answered differently despite knowing that Lord Diavolo can tell between a truth and a lie. "There was a fuss over a mistake I did, My Lord. Wouldn't this new generation call that a 'Karen'?"

Though he knows, Lord Diavolo was more interested in the name the humans gave for someone with such an attitude. "A Karen, huh? Call Levi here! I need to know what that means!"

The day continues on like normal but Barbatos kept on wondering why the devils did he help such a helpless human who's willing to kill themself just because of a broken heart? He doesn't understand his own actions and frankly, he doesn't wish to know why either. He's a demon, a duke, an earl, he shouldn't care so why did he help that one human?

Ahh, of course.

"Welcome to Devildom!"

"Barbatos?"

He bows down to the new exchange student and smiles at you. "Welcome, MC."

"You were a fucking demon?!" You were surprised rather than scared.

"Were?" Lucifer asks but is ignored when both you and Barbatos wouldn't answer him.

How have the Fates destined the both of you to meet again.

#obey me #obey me barbatos #barbatos #barbatosxreader #obey me fanfic #rain #obey me diavolo #diavolo #obey me barbatos x reader #x reader #female! reader #slight angst #angst with a happy ending

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lightcomingthroughthedarkness · 5 years ago

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What I don't understand is some Bellarkes insisting that there's a point to B/E still existing and JRot didn't write them out of pure spite. I get it they are new in the fandom. But I'm not gonna act like there's a love triangle that blocks Bellarke after S5. It simply isn't a love triangle. Not to mention, JRot tweeted "heh heh heh" everytime B/E interacted on screen, even when the sex scene aired. He purposefully wrote that relationship to spit on Bellarkes and serve to CLs. It's just so clear

I just want to make one thing clear before I answer this. I can dislike Ec.ho while also not belive that everything Jason does is to spite me or the fandom. Just wanted to put it out there, lol

Anyway, lets get to it. This is long.

1. Bellamy is emotionally cheating on Ec.ho yet he yells at Ec.ho for not being emotionally open with him.

2. Bellamy is not being emotionally open with Clarke, yet he yells at Ec.ho for not being emotionally open with him meanwhile he is also staying emotionally unavailable to Clarke too.

3. Clarke is unaware of any romantic feelings that Bellamy might have for her. Simply because Bellamy is not emotionally open with her about said feelings. And when he has done something or been called out for having feelings for Clarke, she has not been there to hear it or see it. Now, we all know Clarke is a fucking legend, but she’s not a damn mind reader.

4. Bellamy has no indication that Clarke has ANY romantic feelings for him at all. Why? Because Clarke took a step back when she saw that Bellamy was with Ec.ho. And then Bellamy continued to CHOOSE Ec.ho over Clarke SEVERAL times. Clarke does not feel like it is her place to say anything to a man that is in a serious and commented relationship. Therefor, even if Bellamy had feelings for Clarke, he doesn’t know if she returns them.

5. Ec.ho is clueless. Girl is void of not only a personality but apperently also of the gift of sight and hearing too. She has no thoughts, no worries, no idea, no opinion, no nothing.

What is absolutely true, nonny is that B/E is DEFINITELY blocking Bellarke for a REASON. If they had kept Bellamy and Ec.ho friends/family then it would have shown us what we’ve all been screaming about being enough; Bellamy becoming the kind of leader that forgives and understands people and still reaches out to “them” in order to make an “us”.

I mean look at all the other relationships on the Ark after the time jump. Harper and Monty were still together. Raven was forever alone, like always. Murphy and Emori were...Murphy and Emori. They still only had storylines with each other mostly. And all of them managed to develop familiar bonds to the members of the group.

The only difference in those 6 years, was Bellamy’s relationship status. By showing Bellamy as part of a family, you had already given Bellamy that development, but we never got to see it (big mistake). So why did we need Bellamy to be in a relationship with Ec.ho at all?

Their names are Octavia Blake and Clarke Griffin.

Those two women are the ONLY reason why Bellamy “had” to be in a relationship with Ec.ho. Octavia hated Ec.ho. Yet Bellamy made her his family AND started dating her. Here’s the thing with the Blakes; you didn’t need Ec.ho to be Bellamy’s girlfriend to kick it to Octavia. Just the simple fact that Bellamy made his own family and chose Ec.ho to be part of that family was the biggest problem for Octavia. That Bellamy had grown as a person to let someone like Ec.ho be part of his family, even though what she had done to Octavia. Bellamy needed to leave Octavia for his new family for Octavia to understand what she was losing. So that was as much of B/E that we needed for that story to be told. Bellamy choosing his family based on love and support and Octavia working through her idea of what family is based on blood or love.

So why did B/E need to stay together after that and why are they still together? Because B/E need to block Bellarke. That is the ENTIRE point of B/E. There’s no love story. There’s no development. Jason refused to have Bellamy and Clarke both single and then not have them act on any feelings. And if you keep Clarke and Bellamy both single and they act on no feelings or the connection they share, then they truly would only be platonic soulmates. There would be no romantic subtext for Bellarke and we’d all get the answer to that question. Jason is clearly not willing to give that answer, so he needs something to block Bellarke. There’s no other way around it. And because Ec.ho’s existence allows Jason to tell SEVERAL stories. (family, found family, The Blakes, Bellarke). That’s the reason TT was made a main cast member. They needed to lock her ass in, so that Jason would be able to tell this story. And it’s important for all of us to understand that Jason WANTS to tell this story. You and I might hate it, we might have wanted another story but this is what he wanted and decided to do.

And what is also true, is that Jason is an ass. He’s a Hollywood writer and he sucks at social media. Yes, he has made comments during B/E scenes and made fun of fans. I assume he does that because fans can be very horrible to him, so he dishes it out too sometimes and acts cheeky with it (although he’s not and he is part of the problem too). And also, Jason knows how unpopular B/E is and again, he thinks he’s funny and makes comments to rile people up. Lol lol lol, indeed.

My PERSONAL opinion is that I just do not trust Jason to follow through on Bellarke or give them an ending I see fit for them. Jason never has to give a direct answer to what Bellarke are. He can still keep doing what he is doing. Ambigiously writing them as soulmates but leaving it up to the audience to decide what that means. B/E is not the hill Bellarke dies on because B/E has a better story or development. Absolutely not. But that doesn’t mean that when the final credits roll, that Bellarke has become what fandom expects. I’ll only believe it when I see it on screen and not a moment sooner.

You can argue that this entire thing is not good storytelling or the development would have been better told if Jason had written other stories. I can agree with that. I still think Bellarke should have been canon in season 4 and I still think season 5 and season 6 lack quality even though I still love Bellarke. It sucks when TV shows choose to do stuff with the story that we don’t agree with. But it doesn’t mean that an entire TV show, a business, a place where a lot of people work on, is written after fandom drama on stan twitter. What Jason IS doing, in order to not answer the Bellarke question, is to make people unsure of the story onscreen. There’s a major gaslighting situation with this show and the fandom and even Bob Morley had an opinion about that. Both things can sadly enough be true. Jason doesn’t write his entire story around fandom drama on stan twitter but he is absolutely gaslighting people too in the name of protecting his creation/story, before he is ready for people to see how it ends.

And here’s the thing, we can all have different interpretations of this. God knows a lot of fandom has given up and don’t believe in Bellarke anymore. And a lot of people have not given up and still trust Jason. And we need to just let everyone do what is best for them. We’re not going to change people minds and we don’t need to fight about it either. It’s not gonna do us any good. We can just see what happens in season 7 and by 7x16, we might get an answer to what Bellarke are.

#bellarke #The 100 #the 100 season 7 #ask answered

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lnarizakis · 4 years ago

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ranking haikyuu!! schools based on their school spirit

before you grill me with my rankings please know that i! love! all! of! these! schools! equally! i do not hate any particular school; i am simply ranking their school spirit. this is also lowkey crack because what everyone said made me laugh and honestly i came up with this idea for the laughs. so, like, don’t take this personally.

thanks everyone who helped participate by filling out the google form!! everything you’ve said i used in this. we will be going from last place to first place, so let’s start!! btw i ranked 11 schools into 10 places, so there are two 10th placers HAHAH anywayssss

10: ITACHIYAMA, NOHEBI

Alright, so let’s start with Itachiyama. I got one person who mentioned them in my last category, which was “any other school i didn’t mention? & why” and honestly we don’t know anything about them. But perhaps the mere fact that they were winners says something I guess?

❝ itachiyama bc the school are WINNER WINNERS i wanna see their hype ❞

❝ i’m sorry who ,,,, i deadass don’t know that team eye— are they from the last season ???? if so that’s why LMAOSNAKBS WAIT IS THIS GERMAPHOBES TEAM ??? THOSE NEON PISS PUKE LOOKING BOYS SOSNSJNSJDHS bro i’d drop tf out of that school if they gave me that ugly ass uniform OH MY GOD WHAT DOES THIER SCHOOL UNIFORM LOOK LIKE SKBAIABSJS BRO IMAGINE ❞ (about Nohebi but referring to Itachiyama)

Moving onto Nohebi: their tactics, as we’ve seen in the OVA, aren’t the most...... ethical. Though, they’re still supported by their cheering section so I guess it’s fine by their entire school?

❝ From what I recall, the schools pretty implicit in the teams techniques so at the very least they take pride or believe in the teams tactics enough to support them. ❞

❝ they be cheating >:( ❞

❝ nohebi scares me for no reason❞

Despite this, they’re still a team that shows solid support for one another.

❝ support all teams because all of them could trash me if it came down to it ❞

❝ they have fighting spirit alright but i just don't approve of their methods❞

❝ their stage play SLAPPED ❞

9: WAKUTANI

Okay, the team as a whole shows support for one another, especially their captain, Takeru. However, from what I recall, there’s not much... school spirit coming from their actual school. From Takeru’s family? Definitely, but they’re not the actual school.

❝ wasnt wakutani pretty good i don’t remembee ❞

❝ wakutani - a solid 8 ❞

❝ wakutani south because takeru’s family carried the cheer period ❞

8: JOHZENJI

Their whole team radiates spirit, but I don’t remember if they actually have a cheering section. Unlike Wakutani, where most of their spirit/support came directly from Takeru, each one of the members of the team had their own school spirit. Their school spirit isn’t that recognizable to be remembered by most people, though.

❝ a six cause i don’t really remember if their school was even there like ???? all i remember is baby teru and his fellow goofball second years that i absolutely adore, i am them. LMAO if i were to— fuck how do you spell realistic THERE SINSNSJ if i were to realistically join one of the haikyuu schools it would be johzenji cause i just vibe with those boys so much ksbsksj no brain cell squad ❞

❝ they ARE the spirit ❞

❝ not serious enough askdjsa ❞

❝ they appeared onc but even when they wanted to win, they just wanted to win to play around? there's that i guess ❞

❝ i don’t remember ❞

❝ I don’t remember much about them tbh ❞

❝ well... ❞

7: KARASUNO

Much apologies to the OG team. For one thing, their cheering squad, while I must admit is very impressive and loud, is not Karasuno High School itself. It’s literally coposed of a bunch of outside associations. And when their cheering section from the actual school does show up, they’re not even synchronized; they practiced for one day and called it “school spirit.” They showed up for one match and that was it.

❝ did you see them at the shiratorizawa match? they weren’t even synchronized ❞

❝ they mean to their vb team and they had a wack ass cheer team but character development ❞

❝ chaotic good but crows ❞

❝ mmmm we don't see too much of the school rlly apart from the vbc,, but what we do see is pretty supportive ❞

❝ LMAO remember during the first season when the school REUSED an old banner for the boys but not only was it a old banner but a banner for a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT sport yea lmao that’s just fucked up jsjsj also i don’t really see that much school spirit like ???? no taste at all ❞

I guess their school spirit within the team, their fighting spirit, makes up for it. Again, my greatest apologies to Karasuno. You can do much better than that.

❝ The way the whole school came out to support the vbc before the shiratorizawa match,,, I love them so much!! Also Saeko coming in with a DRUM TEAM for the Inarizaki match,,, like they’re so so supportive and Karasuno’s not a rich school like Shiratorizawa, it doesn’t have a highly ranked band like Inarizaki but like the team itself they’re plucky and do the best they can with what they’ve got. ❞

❝ They have the most dedication to me ❞

❝ they're so supportive of each other and very chaotic, all of them ❞

❝ kageyama tobio could get some !! ❞

6: NEKOMA

Honestly, I had a hard time choosing whether to put Karasuno or Nekoma in sixth place. I went with Nekoma because of Kuroo’s “inspirational” pep talk, which really shows the bond between each of the members of the team, but they’re still ranked pretty low because I can’t get that one scene out of my head from the manga where it’s this one match (I won’t say which one) where students from Nekoma attend the match and a couple of them go, “Wow, this is my first volleyball match that I’ve been to!” Like, dude, seriously? Wow. They also take sixth since their cheering squad, also composed of students, is led by a Nekoma Junior High student. We love supportive sisters.

❝ stage play cheer stage play cheer stage play cheer stage play cheer ❞

❝ i just love nekoma ❞

❝ chaotic good but cats ❞

❝ kuroo tetsurou ❞

❝ deadass it’s 2 am and i have no idea what i’m doing but anyways 7/10 cause i like their stage song/cheer ya know NEKO NEKO NEKOMA like it’s cute ksjsjs besides that i have no idea LMAO ❞

❝ they're very subtle even tho they have chaotic moments, they're more focused on defense while playing ❞

❝ Some of them really care and some dont ❞

❝ they’re all so into it! Like, Akane with the megaphone, Alisa screaming Lev’s name, they’re all pretty devoted. ❞

5: FUKURŌDANI

I would have ranked them a little higher if it weren’t for other more spirited schools. The whole school knows how to hype up Bokuto, along with cheers of their own. The team itself knows each member so well that they’re able to adapt to whatever their ace is feeling.

❝ stage play was good but not as good as nekoma stage play ❞

❝ they have to hype up bokuto ❞

❝ CHAOTIC ENERGY + BOKUTO SUNSHINE BOY and i am bias + THEIR COLOURS + JERSEY OMG ❞

❝ owl boy & pretty setter ❞

❝ FUCK why can’t i think of any of the episodes where they show the student body like ??? school spirit is nonexistent in my eyes i can’t recall a thing— anywhore 9/10 for my owl babies because i believe bokuto hypes up the students ALOT and therefore they are more into ya know spirit woo ❞

❝ have u seen their dynamic? they're strong and so supportive of their ace, their captain, the family bokuto needed - i could go on but yes, i think u get the picture ❞

❝ They love Bokuto so much 🥺 they’re all v supportive of the team and it seems like they also know how to get him to perform better and Fukurodani’s a powerhouse so I feel like they get into it. ❞

4: AOBA JOHSAI

Their cheering squad is so synchronized and so well-performed. They know what they’re doing and when to do things. You can tell they’re devoted. School spirit within their team is pretty strong, and they have a good bond with each other.

❝ fangirls can do anything ❞

❝ oikawa kinnies ❞

❝ chaotic good but plants ❞

❝ i don’t know whether they have school spirit or they’re just fans of oikawa LMAOOO AND YOU CAN QUOTE ME ON THAT KSBSKSJS like deadass it’s just his fan girls ya know what i’m saying ❞

❝ MANNN THEIR *CHEERS* I'M- ❞

❝ OAHAISOAOAHAHHA SEIJOHHHHHHH ❞

❝ i love them for the 3rd years but that's about it ❞

❝ From what I can recall there’s nothing super special about them? I do love how they say olé for all of Oikawa’s serves (but ppl do that for other schools, so) ❞

3: SHIRATORIZAWA

So much to say about them. From their entire cheering squad that consists of both cheerleaders and drummers, to the fact that when they feel like they’re being challenged with who can cheer louder they start singing their school anthem? Absolutely powerful.

❝ cheerleaders ❞

❝ i would not want to be in preppy school but i do love SHIIIRATORIZAWA ❞

❝ they are close like family uwu tho they seem to be SUPER STRESSED bc studies ❞

❝ 10/10 cause have you heard their cheer? god tier. that shit would distract me so much during a game like what’s the purpose of being so god damn loud and extra other than distracting the enemy ??? i rest my case ❞

❝ SHIIIIIRATORIZA (also ushiwaka has his own lil cheer so like yes i support) ❞

❝ i dont particularly like or dislike anyone from them and simple is best so ?? ❞

❝ The Shiratorizawa chant is so simple, so good,,, I think they were also the first team we saw with actual cheerleaders too! Nice big rich private school cheersquad money right? ❞

2: DATEKO

Need I say more?

1: INARIZAKI

There’s too much to say. They’re so extra it’s unbelievable. The entire cheering section knows how to adapt to each members’ likes and dislikes, and will call others out when they need to do so. For instance, when that one guy asked the two girls not to cheer while Atsumu is serving? Absolutely wild. And when they start booing or play a tempo to throw off the opponent whenever it’s the other team’s serve? Their practice and precision really shows. It’s crazy. And I’m pretty sure that they’re the only school that brings their entire orchestra to play during the matches.

❝ according to the wiki their marching band literally works to throw off the other team and if that’s not dedication idk what is ❞

❝ atsumu, shush me anytime ✨✨ ❞

❝ idk them asdas ❞

❝ deadass i’ve been on episode two of the latest season ( is it four or three?? i can’t fucking remember,,, 2 am is no brain cell hours ) for w e e k s because of second hand embarrassment. periodt. like hinata baby pls i’m begging. anyways suna is a god in my eyes, i deadass thought sakusa ( the germaphobe right?? ) was on the same team guess not i don’t know his uniform is ugly tho looking like a fucking germ himself ( THAT WAS GOLDEN SISJSJ IM PROUD OF MYSELF ), and lastly i have fallen in love with the man that is osamu, he can cook,... and he can do a whole lot of other things but my brain is malfunctioning so we’re gonna stop right there. #stanosamuforcleanskin ❞

❝ they have a fucking BAND ❞

❝ another chaotic team with their very own freak twins, i ranked them high because holy fuck that cheering band?? ❞

❝ Inarizaki’s cheer squad,,,, personally I lowkey hate them because deadass BOOING another player is tacky at best and kinda rude but my GOD do they put in the work. Cheerleaders, top ranked band, the timing and tempo thing? Insane. Oh, and the way they actually go silent for Atsumu like how the fuck did he pull that off?? ❞

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Thanks for reading! I’m glad you read this far. I hope this made you at least smile just a little bit because it definitely made me smile. And please don’t think that I don’t like any of the teams! I love each and every one of them; it’s just that some have more school spirit than others... anyways!

Whoever sent this, I just wanted to let you know that you made my entire day when I first read that. It was so unbelievably funny HAHAH

#idk if i could classify this as something that hqwn would reblog so im not gonna add a tag hehe #uhhhh #please enjoy #haikyuu!!#haikyu!!#haikyuu #haikyu #itachiyama #nohebi #johzenji #karasuno #nekoma #fukurodani #seijoh #aoba johsai #shiratorizawa #dateko #date tech #inarizaki

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Inside/Out - One

Rating: E

Main Pairing: Dean Ambrose/Cassandra Lincoln (OC)

Side Pairing: Seth Rollins/Finn Balor

Warnings: (for entire story) Language, Homophobic slurs, Smut, Violence, nongraphic mentions of Stalking and Domestic Abuse.

Summary: Mechanic Dean Ambrose is about to be released from prison after serving three years for manslaughter after nearly beating Randy Orton, the Mayor's son to death after Orton attacked his ex-girlfriend, the daughter of the town's pastor Cassandra Lincoln. Having fallen in love with Cassandra himself over the last three years, Dean will stop at nothing to protect her from the still lingering threat of Randy Orton and the judgemental views of their small town.

Taglist: @evilangel84 @sugasfatgf @nerdlife0612 @wwevampireamongmen @riverdalehoeeeeeee @roman-hetfield

2 years, 363 days ago.

Dear Mr. Ambrose

I know I'm probably the last person you probably want to hear from but I just wanted to say thank you for helping me and that I'm sorry about what happened to you because you helped me. If it's all right with you I would like to be your friend.

Sincerely,

Cassandra Lincoln

2 years, 360 days ago.

Hey Cassandra,

Don't say sorry for that fucker Orton, wasn't your fault. I did what any good person should have done when I came across what was happening to you. Wouldn't mind the letters doll, can't stop you if you really wanna waste your time on me.

Dean

Present Day

"You will not go near that man when he gets released, Cassandra. He's nothing but trouble, look what happened last time. Your lucky our family's reputation wasn't irreparably tarnished by your selfish behavior."

Cassandra refrained from rolling her eyes at her stepfather's ranting but it was definitely a struggle.

"He saved my life and lost 3 years of his!" Cassandra said for what seemed like the millionth time.

Of course, he was once again lecturing her about Dean Ambrose. The mechanic was about to be released from the state prison after being paroled, only having served 3 years of the 5 he'd been sentenced to for manslaughter after he'd attacked the man who'd been stalking her.

"Why do you continue to tell this lie? Randy Orton is an upstanding member of this community and our church. I still don't understand why you broke up with him. That...hooligin attacked him for no reason and got what he deserved." Her stepfathers' ranting grew louder.

"Randy was cheating on me and he almost killed me because I broke up with him. He stalked me and messed with my car so he could get to me. If Dean hadn't shown up just when he did who knows what could have happened to me."

"Stop lying, Cassandra! Randy would never do those things and I don't know what that....trailer park trash has done to you to make you lie for him so insistently. That....that....man is lucky his younger brother is some kind of big-city lawyer. That's the only reason he didn't get longer. Only 5 years for nearly killing our mayor's son, what a travesty." Her father sneered

"I won't listen to this a moment longer. You don't believe me, you won't ever believe that Randy Orton is a psychopathic creep because Mayor Orton damns near paid for the new church by himself! Some father, some man of God you are!" Cassandra snatched up her purse and flew out of the house she still shared with her parents despite being 23 years old.

Throwing herself in the driver's seat of her car, she calmed down enough to start it and get out of there before her father could come after her.

Reaching for her blue tooth headset she called one of the few people she trusted in the small, judgmental town she was forced to call home, impatiently tapping her fingers on the steering wheel until he picked up

"Seth?" She said quietly when he answered. "Can I come to you and Finn's a few days earlier then we planned? I got into another fight with the Pastor about Dean and I can't be there right now."

"Your pretty much Dean's wife without the certificate that makes you our sister. We would never turn you away." Cassie didn't even want to think about how she would have gotten through the last 3 years of her life without Dean's brothers and Brother in Law.

Seth, Dean's youngest adopted brother was an amazing lawyer and he had tried to get Dean completely acquitted of the charges, citing that it was in defense of my life that he attacked Randy, but the most important piece of evidence in Dean's defense, the dash cam footage from Dean's tow truck had been mysteriously damaged and deemed inadmissible.

"I'll be there in a few. I just want to grab some things from the store."She told him as she headed into town proper.

"Just be careful, Cassie. Dean gets out tomorrow. I really don't need my big brother kicking my ass because something happened to his girl." Seth warned.

"I'll be fine, just a quick in and out at the grocers. I'll be there in less than an hour," she said before hanging up as she pulled into the parking lot of the store.

Walking in she made sure to get a few of Deans favorite snacks for when he got home. She couldn't wait to actually get to kiss and touch him. They had been 'dating' almost the entire time he'd been incarcerated. Ever since she had started sending him letters and been sneaking up to the prison to visit him. He was definitely rough around the edges and getting to know him had been difficult given their situation but she had persevered and now she knew the grumpy, seemingly standoffish man with a heart of gold was the one for her.

She knew her father would never approve of her being with Dean, he was absolutely nothing like the men that her stepfather had tried to guide her towards in the past.

Walking around a corner, her mind elsewhere she bumped into a tall figure "Look who it is." A deep voice said grabbing her arms.

Cassie jumped back at the scarily familiar voice and looked up at the menacingly brown eyes of her ex-boyfriend Randy Orton. "My wayward girlfriend. I heard Ambrose was about done being a prison bitch."

"I'm not your girlfriend anymore Orton. I'm Dean's fiancee. Why can't you just leave me alone? Haven't you and your father done enough to us?" She said quietly, willing her voice not to shake.

"Hey! You are not marrying that prison rat. Our fathers say you're marrying me and that's the way it's going to be." Randy said angrily. "You've had your bit of freedom, now its time to do as your told."

"This isn't the dark ages Randy, I'm not marrying anyone because my stepfather says so especially not an abusive piece of trash like you." She said fiercely.

"Keep thinking you have a choice sweetheart, you'll come to heel eventually" Randy sneered, reaching for her.

"How about you take a hike and leave my sister the hell alone, Orton?" said another deep, but infinitely more welcome voice.

Neither Cassie nor Randy had noticed Seth and Dean's oldest brother Roman walk up to them. The Samoan ex-special forces captain stepped between her and Randy, his huge frame completely blocking her from Randy's sight.

"Go on Orton, get out of here, I don't wanna have to hide your body after my brother kills you for fucking with his woman again," Roman said lowly.

"You and that fag brother of yours can't always be with her, Reigns." Orton sneered "and if Ambrose comes near me, he's going right back in his cage like the bitch he is."

Roman stepped forward to give Orton the ass whipping he was begging for when he felt a tiny hand on his back. "Don't Roman, he's not worth it. I just want him to go away for now." Cassie said quietly "Dean will be home tomorrow and I want everything to perfect, you taking his place in jail is in no way perfect."

"Listen to my woman Reigns. Just walk away." Randy said with a mean laugh as he finally backed up from them. "See you soon, doll"

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