#and don’t even get me started on a love triangle between the girls

[fightingdragonswithwho]

yeah, i’m really going to need hbo max to give tslocg 24 episodes per season if they’re going to jump through storylines like this

[donatellawritings]

ON MY KNEES BEGGING TO KNOW HOW BFF!RAFE FEELS ABOUT LATINA READER GETTING DRUNK OR DOING COKE LLAPLSPLSPLS!!!!!

you were the prettiest girl at the party. all tipsy and glossy eyed, plump tits on full display as they bounced around in your skimpy triangle bikini, the fat of your plush ass cheeks poking out from underneath your lily pink juicy couture miniskirt as you pranced your way around topper’s backyard, dior kitten heels sporadically clicking against the cobblestone pavement. your bronze skin shimmered under the warm sun, shiny blown out hair flowing against the slight breeze as you found yourself topping your head back, the bff locket that rafe had bought you just a few weeks against glinting as the smooth shot of tequila slid down your throat.

you loved pool parties — even more so, now that you were able to properly debut the new fuschia diamond butterfly belly ring that dangled and shined with each sway of your hips.

scrunching your cute little button nose, you let out a shaky exhale, the burn of the alcohol now dull as you quickly shoved the bitter slice of lime between your shiny and swollen lips, “papito, that burned!” you whined with a short and breathy laugh, shuddering as chills ran across your warm body.

“yeah? told y’that s’gonna be your last one tonight, a’ight?” rafe tuts, gently pulling the now wilted slice of lime from your mouth, while swiftly removing the shot glass from your small hand, his gaze on you firm as you hold up your arms with forced pouty lips, “c’mon kid — can’t carry y’around right now,” he sighs, running a quick hand over his tight jaw.

rolling your eyes you poke out a wobbly bottom lip, your gaze unsteady as you stumble into rafe’s chest, “i thought y’were my best friend, papi!” you mumbled, completely obvious to the way your needy words made rafe’s stomach flip.

drunk and all, you always knew just how to get rafe to give into your every little stupid whim — so, you saved ‘papi’ for when things had to go your way.

gently grabbing you with a light pinch of your cherub cheeks, rafe looks you over, your dewy bambi eyes struggling to remain straight, “hey! cut it out, this is why i didn’t want y’drinkin,” his hand squeezes just a bit tighter, his brows furrowed as he watches fat tears well up at your waterline, “don’t start that cryin’, mama — i will take y’home,” he reprimands lowly, his bright blue eyes stoic and stern.

it was all too much for you. the blaring trap music, your tummy swirling, brain fuzzy from all the alcohol, and now your best friend was made at you? there was only so much that a delicate girl like you could take — so, all it took was that one empty threat to trigger the waterworks.

with a small sniffle, you take a quivering breath, “y-you’re mad at me?”

pursing his lips into a firm line, rafe shares a knowing look with topper who raises his hands up in surrender, “no, princess —”

“i just wanted t-to have so-some fun! m’sorry r-rafe,” you hiccuped, pulling your face out of rafe’s grip as you rushed to knuckle away your hot tears, your swollen tits jiggling with each uneven breath you took, “m’gonna g-go home by my-myself,” you heaved, your voice squeaky.

motioning towards you with wild hands, rafe shakes his head, defeated, at topper, “m’gonna take her crybaby ass home,”

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half awake, with the side of your soft cheek mushed against rafe’s shoulder, you kept your legs securely wrapped around his waist, semi-consciously wiggling your cute ass against his supporting hand. you couldn’t help yourself, rafe was so tall, and you were so pathetically drunk — you needed to be clung to him, and it warmed your pretty little heart.

“i looove you, papito,” you sang, pressing wet and sloppy pecks to the side of rafe’s jaw as he entered his bedroom with a relieved sigh. raising your heavy head off of rafe’s shoulder, you reach a dainty hand up to squish his cheeks together, with a sickeningly sweet giggle, “best friends forever, right?” you questioned, unfocused eyes all glazed and full of intense admiration.

letting out a sharp breath, rafe nudges your locket with his index finger — you were so out of it and loopy, rafe knew that he could say anything and you wouldn’t remember it, “always be y’best friend, until y’smarten up and be my girl. how does that sound, princess?” rafe smiles, unbuckling his belt with his free hand, his other still keeping you securely hoisted around his waist.

an exaggerated gasp leaves your faded glossy lips, “thought i was your girl already, papi?” you pouted, throwing your head back with a loud huff as rafe snakes a hand up to the back of your head, lightly pushing to get your teary gaze to meet his.

“no more cryin’, y’know exactly what i mean.” rafe reprimands gently, lowering you to stand on wobbly feet as you stumble backwards, “c’mon, mama — need y’to stand up just a little bit, yeah?” rafe grabs your elbow, his sober eyes set on you as you bite down into your bottom lip, far too deep in your drunken thought.

you loved your rafey and it broke your little heart to think that he believed otherwise — and maybe it was the alcohol talking, but you needed him to know that you were his girl through and through.

“maybe you can make me your girl, one day?”

cocking his head to the side, rafe breathes out a nervous chuckle, reaching up to scratch at the nape of his neck, “yeah, sweet girl — one day,” he assured you, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of you bouncing with utter joy, your shiny eyes beaming as you flop down into rafe’s bed.

letting out a sigh of content, your swollen lips ache from your stretched out grin, “m’gonna be your girl!” you cheer, your once drowsy state now turned to a hyper fit of excitement as rafe presses his lips to the top of your head.

[jujutsubaby]

after hours (part 1)

☆ pairing: toji x afab!reader ☆ summary: toji, your objectively hot neighbor, needs a babysitter, and you need some cash. however, things are getting weird because he hasn't paid you in a week and rent is due... ☆ warnings: 18+. MINORS DNI. choking, oral sex (f!recieving), implied parent death, some public nudity, slight power dynamic ☆ tags: modernAU, babysittingAU ☆ a/n: lowkey wrote this with one hand if you catch my drift ꈍ .̮ ꈍ i'm thinking about doing more parts loosely based off of each other following y/n and a love triangle between gojo and toji. yes, they will be horny and yes i will *try* to have some plot let me LIVE okay (°◡°♡) let me know if that's something people are interested in :3 🖤🤍 series masterlist 🤍🖤

"megumiiii~", you sing lightly, "it's time for beeed". it's way past 9pm, and if toji finds out his son was 30 minutes past his bedtime, he'll never let you forget the next time you babysit. not that you have any issue babysitting for your extremely built, ripped, hot, dilf of a neighbor, that is.

megumi groans and tears start lining his little eyes. "but i don't wanna~" he cries out. "there's only 30 minutes left on this show...", he tries to beg. you pick up the candy wrappers you secretly gave megumi after dinner as a treat for eating his veggies.

"okay, first of all, i let you stay up way longer than i should have. second, there's no way in hell am i gonna let you stay up and watch...oh god. you're watching euphoria?!" you exclaim, eyes widening at the thought of megumi watching all the inappropriate content without you even realizing. you hope it's too late in the night and he's far too sleepy and tired to actually retain anything he just watched. you grab the tv remote and turn it off, and pick up megumi in your arms. "c'mon bubs, you've got school tomorrow, and your daddy will be home soon", you whisper softly in his ear.

megumi yawns and mumbles while slowly drifting off. "but i'm not even that sweepyy...". by the time you make it upstairs to his room, megumi is knocked out. you smile softly at him, before quitely closing the door and heading downstairs to the living room to clean up the mess megumi had made.

you look at the time again. 9:45...toji should be back soon, you think to yourself. you decide on reviewing some of your notes for a final next week while euphoria continues to play on the background. you've personally never watched the show, but your roommate, shoko, was obsessed with jacob elordi and loved euphoria, but there was far too much nudity in it for you.

as if right on cue, shoko shoots you a text.

shoko: pls tell me ur balls deep in toji rn babe me n utahime are bored as hell and we need something exciting this friday night 😭

you giggle. it was no secret between you and three that your next door neighbor was insanely hot. you guys always joke about sleeping with toji. you quickly type back:

y/n: stfu what if he was next to me and read this text huh? never gonna happen you know that 🙄

it’s not like you’re not not down for that. you just don’t want to be all over him like everyone else in the neighborhood. you and shoko have seen the way some of these girls did not know how to act on nextdoor whenever toji went on one of his shirtless runs or drove megumi to and from school.

it’s also not like you’re a total virgin either. you’ve had your fair share of ex-boyfriends in the past, but you won’t lie…it has been a while since you’ve been with someone. your thoughts are interrupted by a response from shoko.

shoko: riiiighttt, that's why you asked to borrow my shortest n sluttiest skirt to "babysit" tn 😏

you shake your head, scoffing at your cheeky roommate. you love her, but there's a final next week that isn't going to pass itself. muting the show and putting on your headphones, you get lost in your class notes, reviewing all the important key points and ideas before your final next week. you don’t even notice toji opening the door and his keys clanging on the table as he takes off his shoes and groans after a long day of…work? you’re not entirely sure what he does for a living but you never really bothered to ask. and it’s partially why you were feeling nervous to ask toji about your babysitting payment for the last week, as he hadn’t paid you at all for it. toji heads to the kitchen and opens a cold bottle of beer and saunters to the living room, only to be met with a pair of 4k hd bare titties on the 60 inch tv in his living room and you on the sofa.

toji clears his throat loudly. “whatcha watching, y/n?”, he says cheekily. you look up at toji, startled by his entrance, and you look at the tv, and squeal at what’s on display.

“oh my god, mr. fushiguro! i-i-i have no ideas w-what’s playing. ohmygodidon’tevenknowwhatshowisplaying-” you start rambling, looking around frantically for the remote to turn the tv off.

“relax, y/n-kun”, toji coos. “i’m not judging you. never known anyone to do their best studyin’ while there are a pair of tits on screen, but you always find a way to surprise me.” toji chuckles as you turn off the tv, and moves closer to you so he can sit across the sofa.

“stop teasing me, mr. fushiguro~”, you whine., crossing your arms and pouting. “you know i’d never-“

“c’mon y/n, how many times do i have to tell you to call me toji? i’m not that much older than you, you know that right?”, toji reminds you.

your pout slowly turns into a smile as you laugh slightly. “okay, whatever you say, boomer,” you tease. you and toji both laugh gingerly. you both stare at the blank tv screen, marinating in the comfortable silence you both were familiar with. toji was right when he said he wasn’t much older than you. he was, after all, your age when he had megumi and was somehow making ends meet as a single parent, although you would be lying if you said you hadn’t seen a few women here and there that toji brought home every so often. it was never the same girl more than once, but you definitely knew he had some game, whether you liked it or not. wait, do you not like that he brings girls over?

you shift uncomfortably on the couch as you recall the uncomfortable conversation you need to have with toji. he senses the change in your mood and how you body stiffened up instead of its usually relaxed posture. toji frowns. “hey, what’s on your mind, pumpkin?”

“umm…well, i hope you don’t mind me asking this but…well, i’ve got to pay my portion of rent soon. a-and i’ve noticed that i haven’t gotten paid for the last w-week yet. sorry, i know things are rough but…i was wondering…” you trail off, pleading inside that toji can fill in the blanks himself and can figure out what you’re asking.

toji shifts towards you and locks eyes with you. you don’t really know what you were expecting to see but it sure wasn’t him smirking. you swear you saw a twinkle of playfulness in his eyes as he inches closer and closer to you. almost instinctively, you clench your thighs together, trying really hard not to think about the effect locking eyes with toji has on you.

“aw, i’m sorry, pumpkin.” toji feigns sympathy to you. “you see, i was going to pay you last week. remember when you went to tuck megumi in after last thursday? i had an envelope with the cash i owed you, and i went to put it in your bag, when your laptop chimed with a new message.” your face immediately drops. this can’t be what you think it is. you’re not entirely sure what toji could’ve seen, but also, isn’t this a violation of your privacy? you hold your breath and gulp, daring not to let toji sense how nervous you are.

“oh god, y/n. i didn’t want to look but it’s hard to look away when there’s a message that says ‘so have you fucked your hot dilf neighbor yet?’ don’t tell me you were only babysitting for me because you wanted me?” toji asks, raising an eyebrow, the scar near his lip lifting up slightly in a teasing grin.

“i-i don’t know w-what you’re talking about, toji~ why were you looking at my messages!” you accuse, your face growing hotter by the second with embarrassment and…lust? wait what no, he’s your neighbor you can’t do this! you can feel your panties getting more soaked by the second and you cannot bear to look at toji’s stupid handsome face, so you look at his hands. the way his large fingers rest on the sofa. how would they look around your neck? oh my god, snap out of it!

“why are you telling everyone but me you think i’m hot?” he counters, pulling you from your thoughts. “that reallyyy hurts my feelings, y/n-kun”, toji says as he pretends to pout. wait, when did he get so close to you?

“it’s s-so unprofessional i didn’t want to-“ you start rambling. toji is right next to you, his knees touching your knees. he stops you mid sentence by using his hands that are practically the size of your face to grab your jaw and force you to face him, as you let out a pathetic little whine.

“cut the shit, pumpkin. it’s just babysitting, okay. it’s not that serious,” toji spits harshly. every muscle in your body is on fire, and you have to actively prevent your eyes from rolling back. you swear you had a fantasy dream like this once (oh god, was it with toji?).

“don’t think i don’t see you looking sooo disappointed when i bring yet another girl home with me. hell, it even makes me feel bad…” toji trails off, as he loosens his grip on your jaw, slowly using his fingers to trace your jawline. you shiver at his touch. “hell, even i feel bad when i see your sad sad face drop. my poor girl…”, toji feigns a frown as he starts to softly trace the outline of your lips.

instinctively, you let out a quite moan when his fingers touch your lips. “i do, toji. i feel so sad when i see you with those other girls. i can’t stand it when someone else has you.” you confess, almost embarrassingly easily. your wide bambi eyes look at toji’s, and you’re not sure if you want to cry or beeline back to your place and forget this ever happened. or perhaps a secret third option where you give in to the desires you’ve had all along?

toji groans deeply as he shifts slightly in his seat, but before you’re able to look down and see the hardening tent in his pants, toji shoves his index and middle fingers into your mouth, taking you by surprise. you stifle out a moan before toji sticks them deeper down your throat.

he doesn’t even have to ask you to suck on them as you instinctively start to do so, making a show of gagging on them for toji’s pleasure. you feel warm as you hear toji let out a groan as he slips in a third finger, making you choke on them. your moans vibrate against his fingers and he hums in approval of how well you’re doing with no instruction from him.

“you’re doing so well, pumpkin,” toji hums, a string of saliva connecting his fingers to your mouth as he slowly takes his fingers out of your mouth.

alright, fuck it. this sends you over the edge. your lips crash into toji’s, teeth hitting each as you both get to know the shape of each others mouths. you bite his lip and that’s all it takes for toji to pull you onto his lap and deepen the kiss with his tongue, exploring every inch of your mouth. you feel the vibrations of his groans and your hips grind into his thigh as you put your arms around his neck, pulling yourself as close as you can to him. your legs wrap around his torso as his hands grab your ass harshly. you let out a yelp into his mouth, daring not to end the kiss.

“oh you’ve been waiting for this haven’t you, pumpkin?” toji breaths against your neck after breaking the kiss. he begins to kiss your neck and you moan his name embarrassingly load.

“tojiiii~” you whine, “i need you, please~” you try to move your hips against him to feel some friction in the place you need it the most.

“shhh, you’re gonna wake m’gumi up,” he slurs in a low voice, already drunk off of your warmth. "not so fast, pumpkin", he says as he stills your hips, "i call the shots here." he grins and before you even know it, your back hits the sofa and he pulls your legs up on his shoulders.

you feel exposed, as shoko's pleated skirt does a poor job of leaving anything to the imagination, and all of a sudden, you really wish you wore your trusted boy shorts instead of your black lace thong under it. as he starts to kiss your ankles while looking deeply into your eyes, you see nothing but primal lust on his face. he lightly bites your ankle, making you slightly yelp before covering your mouth, remembering megumi upstairs.

toji's eyes wander to your sweet spot, and it's taking everything in you not to thrust your soaking core into his hungry face. "oh, is that where you want me to touch you?" he teases, his hands running down softly from your ankles to your inner thigh. your hips wiggle side to side, hoping his fingers end up grazing your aching core, but toji holds you hips down roughly. he scoots back and peppers your leg with kisses, slowly inching up and up until he's mere inches away from your panties.

he plants a wet kiss on your clothed mound and you let out a pathetic mewl as toji shoots his head up and stops dead in his tracks. "make another noise, pumpkin, and we end this right now and you go home frustrated and upset." he warns. unfortunately, this turns you on even more and your hands are over your mouth immediately, eyes shut closed, praying toji pities you and gives you some release.

you feel toji take off your panties agonizingly slowly, and your breath hitches. "oh, your panties are fully ruined. better get rid of them." toji says as he tosses them somewhere across the room.

"it's your fault..." you say, you voice a low whisper through your hands.

toji starts back at your mound again and moans into the kiss in agreement. his fingers lightly touch your core, and you shiver in anticipation. "oh, this is where your sensitive, right?" toji teases, as his fingers finally start circling the part of your delicate bud you've been aching for toji to touch. you bite your hand to prevent yourself from moaning loudly, and take deep breaths so to not make any noise.

toji starts circling your sensitive bud with his fingers, moving with your hips as you get to a rhythm that has you on cloud nine. you feel the familiar build up beginning, when toji abruptly takes his fingers away, leaving you breathless and practically whining from his lack of touch. "ohhh, don't worry, pumpkin. i just wanna taste you," he coos, before diving mouth first into your sensitive bud once more, tasting every inch of your delicate core.

this time, you're unable to hold back and your deep breaths are practically moans. you're laughing, whining, crying...you're not actually sure. you're mind is clouded by the pleasure toji's tongue is sending through your body.

toji's fingers start teasing your entrance as your hips buckle and you start grinding on his face. you're making a mess on his sofa but you don't even care, and neither does toji. "oh, toji, fuck~ that feels...soo good...fuck~" you whine. you're practically begging for his fingers inside you, and toji finally complies and inserts his finger inside you.

"please toji~", you whisper, "i need more, please, please."

"wow, someone's a bit greedy. one finger just isn't enough for a slut like you, huh?" toji chides, the vibrations of his voice going straight to your body. he inserts two more fingers, and you feel a pang of pain, which makes you yelp.

"toji~ it's too much," you cry out, unable to handle three of his large fingers inside you at once.

"oh, now it's a problem? you can take it, pumpkin." toji encourages, moving his fingers at a moderate pace while his mouth is still playing with your delicate bud. the pain slowly turns into pleasure, and the pleasure slowly turns into an inevitable build up that's starting to cloud your vision.

"toji~" you whine. "i'm getting so close, please..." you trail off, trying your hardest to lower your moans.

"please what?" toji asks, knowing full well what you wanted, and that he was the only person able to give it you. toji's member was practically begging for escape against his dark pants, but he was far too drunk on your sweet nectar. he doesn't remember the last time he tasted someone as addicting as you.

"please, can i...c-can i...?" you don't get to finish your sentence before toji groans a "yes" into your core, and the dam that had been building finally burst as you release all over toji's face.

you pant heavily as you finish, hoping you weren't too loud. toji lifts his head from between your legs and immediately darts to your lips, kissing you deeply before you can say anything. you moan into the kiss, still feeling the effects of your orgasm rippling through your sensitive body. you taste yourself in toji's kiss and you never want it to end. a whine escapes your mouth when toji's lips finally disconnect from yours, an unashamed smile playing on toji's face. "did you like that, pumpkin?" he asks.

you're still catching your breath as you nod and smile, gazing at him softly. you can't help but want to return the favor for toji, as you slowly get up and scan toji up and down. god, he's so fucking fit.

you scoot closer to toji, maintaining eye contact, and placing your hands on his upper thigh. oh my god, his legs are just pure rock hard muscle. your hands shake slightly as they make their way on top of toji's hard straining member. toji chuckles as you grasp him over his dark pants, stopping you in your tracks by grabbing your wrist and moving it away from him.

"woah, hold on there y/n. it's 11pm. a bit too late to start something now, dontcha think?" he inquires, raising his eyebrows at you.

heat rises to your cheeks and you feel so embarrassed you could combust. oh my god, wait, does he not want you to return the favor? the insecurity showed up immediately on your face, with your lips frowning and eyebrows scrunching. toji cups the side of your face endearingly and his thumb grazes your lower lip before letting it sit there.

"hey, don't give me that look. i want this. i want you but...it's late. megumi has school tomorrow and it's parent teacher night. i know you have class, too," he explains.

you pout, but not before sucking toji's thumb that was grazing your lower lip and giving it a wet kiss. "that's not fair~ i really want to return the favor toji..." your voice trails, as you already know this conversation is over. you sigh as you turn away from him and reach for your notebook and laptop on the coffee table. you get up and bend down to grab your bag and start packing your belongings and fishing out your keys.

you hear toji hum and turn around to see the gears twisting in his dark eyes that are fixated on you. wait, hold on. he's not looking at you. he's looking at your ass. and he's being so obvious and unashamed about it, too!

you blush and roll your eyes as you chide toji. "wow, so you don't want me to suck your dick but you're gonna look at my ass as i leave?"

toji laughs earnestly and the sound of his laughter makes you feel warm and relaxed inside. you could probably live the rest of your life hearing that laugh. wait, what? rest of your life?

"first off, i do want you to suck me off, pumpkin. second, am i not allowed to respectfully admire? anyway, i was thinking. maybe you come with us to the parent-teacher meeting tomorrow? you practically help the kid with his homework every other night, and i think he really sees you as someone he can trust." toji says, bringing you out of your thoughts. you notice the hidden solitude behind his eyes, and feel a pang of melancholy in your heart. you don't know much about toji and megumi's mom, and you never thought it appropriate to discuss with either one of them, so you always let it be. a part of you is curious and another part is afraid to touch such a vulnerable side to toji, fearing it may alter your relationship with him permanently.

"we can grab dinner before, too. my treat." toji winks, and you scoff. he never even makes sure there's food for you at home before he leaves, always leaving you to pay for your own dinner every night you babysit, let alone pay a meal for you.

you roll your eyes, trying to act upset, but a giggle breaks out anyway. "yeah, i'd love to." you respond genuinely.

you finish packing up your things before searching for your discarded panties in toji's living room. "looking for these?" toji teases, holding up your lacy black thong, still ruined with the mess you made earlier today.

"give 'em back, toji~" you say, trying to reach for the panties from toji, before he stuffs them in his pocket.

"i think i'll keep these actually. they need to go in the laundry anyway, might as well be here." he teases, as you pout. toji cracks an evil grin, knowing deep down you must love having to go back home without any panties in your short skirt.

and he was right, you kinda did love it. a blush creeps up to your cheeks as you shake your head in dismay. "you're so fuckin' annoying, y'know?" you say as toji interlaces his fingers with yours as he walks to you to the door.

"yeah, i know. let's see if you're still that mouthy after you choke on me tomorrow," toji says, giving you a playfully menacing look.

the cool air of the late night nips at your skin, making you shiver, but you know deep down that has more to do with thinking about all the things toji will do to your poor throat tomorrow evening. "hm, we'll see...," you say, as your breath hitches slightly. you stand up on your tippy toes to give a quick peck goodnight to toji.

you honestly should've known better because toji immediately leans forward and turns the quick kiss into a deep make out session in the chill yet humid night air. he's quick to grab your ass, and you're quick to regain your senses and break off the kiss. oh my god, what if someone saw us, you think, recalling all the girls in the neighborhood that fawn over toji and the fact that you weren't wearing panties thanks to toji.

"stop toji~ it's late like you said," you whine, wriggling out of his strong grasp. you turns you around, you back flush against him and he laughs into your neck, arms wrapping your hips tightly from behind.

he releases you but not before giving you one last squeeze. "goodnight, pumpkin."

"night, toji," you say softly as you turn around and head to your car in the driveway. you do a poor job of pulling your skirt down as low as it can possibly get without you looking incredibly stupid, and cross your arms in the cold breeze.

you hear the door close, and start up the car engine and back out, relying only on muscle memory to get you home, as you spend the entire five minute car ride thinking solely about everything that happened today. how were you ready for another release already? you make a mental note to charge your vibrator when you get back to your apartment.

just as you pulled into the drive way, you jaw fell and you remembered. oh shit wait, he still hasn't paid me.

[urfavlarry]

HEYY, AIDEN x READER AT THE RINK ANON HERE!! LOVED THE WAY U WROTE THE ONESHOT!

i was waiting for your requests to open up again :D (im obsessed with aiden so bear w/ me, i'll be requesting ALOT abt him) wanted to ask if u could write a oneshot about tyler,aiden x f!reader as a love triangle! something along the lines of; how the atmosphere is around the group when those two keep on pissing each other off. Aiden being aiden and just pulling on tylers strings even though reader hasn't chosen which one she likes most!

(if its okay w u, every time i request something i'll just put 🤍Anon!)

Tyler & Aiden x fem!reader

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The more confident one here would probably be Aiden

Like ofc Tyler isn’t insecure or anything but he definitely isn’t that confident when flirting with you

Aiden would get more touchy and pushy (well if that’s even possible)

Tyler would be more calm around you and would be very overprotective over you and would protect you, just like his sister with his life

The two would bicker so much more

You turn the corner, there’s a fighting Aiden and Tyler there

Aiden would be more smug then angry when arguing with Tyler

On the other hand.. Tyler would get pissed

We all know he gets pissed easily but they wouldn’t full on fist fight probably to not raise suspicion within the others in the group

When you are alone with Tyler he would probably be more ‘flirty’

He would have his hand on your waist or hug you

You wouldn’t think anything of it because you think he’s just being friendly (reader is kinda oblivious like always, typical Y/N)

When you three would be near each other the atmosphere would be so fucking tense

Ashlyn fight her inner demons to not say “get a room the sexual tension radiating off of you is making me sick”

Some would question the weird atmosphere but the two would deny anything and everything

After a while they would probably make you choose or one of them would just make a move

If you had a crush on Aiden:

Tyler would be crushed

He would cry probably but not a full on breakdown

He would get pissy towards you and Aiden (more to Aiden)

Deep down he would still like you but after some time he moves on

Things would definitely be awkward for a while tho

On the other hand Aiden would be the happiest man alive

He would rub it in but he wouldn’t go THAT far to the point he would make Tyler feel bad

Probably just sticking his tongue out when you’re not looking or when he kisses you he would do that thing where you have your eyes closed while he is eyeing Tyler

Aiden would yap your ear off and tell you what has been going on between him and Tyler

You would just laugh it off, feeling a bit bad for Tyler but you’re happy you got together with your crush :3

If you had a crush on Tyler:

Oh he would act like he doesn’t care but deep down he wants to rub it in so bad but doesn’t want to be immature

Would probably just smirk at Aiden when you’re not looking

Aiden would still be his cheerful self but he would be crushed as well

Poor boy probably cried the whole night

Ben would glare a bit at you two like how dare you make his cousin cry

But after a while he forgets about it and moves on, going back to his usual very happy self who yaps everyones ears off

Tyler would definitely not tell you what has been happening

Like girl nuh uh that shit seems too embarrassing to be talked about anywhere near you

Would never admit he was jealous, like never

But you can tell because he looks like an angry puppy :D

After a while the atmosphere in the group would go back to normal, just some romance popping in lmao

If you don’t like them back:

the awkwardness in the group would fr go 📈

probably would plan to fight the person you like

after some time they would ofc get over it but this would take then so much longer to get over

everyone in the group is like “wtf is going on”

if you start dating that person and stat to drift away from the group they would be really sad tho

if the guy mistreats you then they will beat him up they wouldn’t even care of they get in trouble

overall your interactions would be brief and awkward

[insidekatmind]

Between Two Brothers~Jobe Bellingham and Jude Bellingham (love triangle)

The situation had started almost by chance, as often happens with things that later become complicated. You had met Jobe first, at an event where some mutual friends had invited you. He was charming, charismatic, with that slightly shy but captivating smile that seemed to promise laughter and adventures. By the end of the evening, you had exchanged numbers, and a few days later, he invited you out.

Your evening with Jobe had been perfect: a quiet dinner, strolling under the city lights, and, at the end, a sweet and gentle kiss. You liked Jobe, truly. But then, something unexpected happened.

Just a few days later, at another social gathering, you met Jude. Older, more self-assured, with an entirely different energy than his younger brother. Jude had a magnetic aura, and it didn’t take long before he, too, asked you out. You hadn’t found the courage to say no, perhaps out of curiosity, perhaps because you hadn’t yet realized how complicated things would get.

With Jude, the atmosphere was entirely different. There was nothing sweet or delicate about your time together: your date was full of sparks, passionate conversations, and intense, lingering gazes. When you kissed, the chemistry was undeniable.

You didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t your intention to create a conflict between them, but the truth wouldn’t stay hidden for long. And indeed, the day after your date with Jude, the two brothers found themselves alone at home, and the tension was palpable.

“So, explain this to me,” Jobe said, crossing his arms and glaring at Jude accusingly.

“What’s there to explain?” Jude replied, seemingly calm, but with a hint of irritation in his voice.

“Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about. You went out with her, didn’t you?”

Jude sank onto the couch, leaning his head back. “And what if I did? You went out with her too. It’s not like you own her, Jobe.”

“This isn’t about ‘owning’ anyone!” Jobe raised his voice, his fists clenched at his sides. “But you knew I liked her. I told you about her!”

Jude stood up, facing his brother directly. “And? Was I supposed to step aside just because you decided she’s ‘yours’? That’s not how it works, Jobe. She’s free to choose.”

“Oh, really? And you think kissing her made things easier for her?”

At that, Jude fell silent for a moment. He ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. “Look, I don’t want to fight with you over a girl. But I can’t ignore how I feel.”

“Oh, because you think it’s any different for me?” Jobe shot back. “I can’t believe you did this. You betrayed me, Jude.”

The silence that followed was heavy. Jobe turned away, heading toward the window. Jude stayed where he was, staring at the floor. Eventually, Jude broke the silence.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, okay? I didn’t do it to… to steal something from you. But when I’m with her… it’s like nothing else matters. I can’t just pretend.”

Jobe turned slowly. “And you think it’s any different for me? Jude, you’re my brother. You’re the person I’ve always trusted. And now, this…”

Jude sighed, the weight of his emotions evident in his eyes. “Maybe we should talk to her. Let her decide. I don’t want this to ruin us.”

Jobe looked at him, the pain and anger still present, but a flicker of understanding beginning to show. “Maybe you’re right. But don’t think I’ll give up without a fight.”

Jude offered a faint, sad smile. “Neither will I.”

---

The situation was far from resolved, and you knew it. That evening, when you received two separate messages—one from Jobe and one from Jude—you realized that you could no longer avoid addressing the issue. You had to make a choice. But which brother would win your heart?

[maddie7writes]

EXS AND OHS

summary : y/n and harry are recently engaged, but in y/n’s line of work, she runs into lots of his exs and their not all happy for the couple

warnings : just bitter people

harry’s dating history wasn’t exactly a secret, but the list of exs would come to a hault, as the 50,000 dollar diamond sat on y/n’s ring finger with pride. but y/n wasn’t exactly a nobody, she had two vouge covers and three world tours under her belt along with opening and closing fashion week malin, paris, and new york, and not to mention several blockbuster movies.

she was kind of a big deal.

but in her line of work, she had lots of run ins with her loves exs, and they weren’t always pleasant.

—

y/n was booked for victorias secrets comeback show, and she was a nervous wreck. her strict diet made harry worried sick, and her coworkers were starting to worry y/n.

“and you’re sure you want to come? i understand if you don’t—.” “—y/n i love you. i’m goin’ to be at everything for the rest of your life. even if my ex is there.” he assured with a kiss to her forehead. she sighed, and a week later found herself in hair and makeup getting ready to strut out like she was on top of the world.

“make sure to flash that ring okay? it’s been on covers for the past month.” her agent said, as she stared down the poor hair and makeup crew. y/n heard a distant scoff in the background but she chose to ignore it. “i thought for the show it had to come off?” y/n asked, she didn’t exactly want to part with it but she didn’t want to break any rules. “not when the one who gave it to you is harry styles. trust me, the show will be memorable because of the ring.” her agent scoffed with a few taps to her phone then back to insane staring.

just then, the busty, perfectly thin blonde, with small bronze chrome wings came walking around in lingerie. “the reason he never proposed to me is because his taste in rings never met my standards.” camllie gossiped to a fresh faced girl, clearly new-ish to the modeling world. y/n rolled her eyes and kept her thoughts to her self.

when y/n got out of hair and makeup she was draped in gold lingerie with diamonds dripping from the bra. it was for their anniversary line, and the bralette would only be sold to select clientele. the matching panties were gold as the metal brushed the modesty garment she wore. then large gold wings were applied, weighing less then she has anticipated.

“she’ll open, then jenner and rowe will follow ten paces behind, wait at the top of the runway and walk back before them.” a manager explained to y/n and her agent. y/n nodded before being moved to were she was directed, greeting kendall with a smile and hug.

“i haven’t seen you in forever!” kendall smiled and embraced her, the two went on a brand trip together before she got engaged and at the start of her and harry’s relationship and ended up sipping on margaritas and gossiping on a yacht the whole time. privileged and elite? sure, but they had a great time.

“i know, we have to do a trip just us.” y/n smiled, kendall was already grabbing her hand to see the ring. “god! he’s always had good taste but y/n this is gorgeous.” she gasped and looked between the ring and y/n. camille scoffed beside her. “please, the diamond has a blue tint. i doubt it’s even real.” camille rolled her eyes.

“it’s tinted blue because he chose to not stain it. he went water mining when we were in bali, someone helped him find it, and he chose to not stain it.” y/n clarified, just like that the lights cut and ariana grandes unmistakable vocals of dangerous woman was heard, y/n was counted off and she strutted out.

—

y/n would definitely say her least favorite job was acting. there was so much drama in almost every romance movie she’s filmed, so when she was casted as gwen for the fourth spider-man movie to bring a love triangle into poor spider-man’s life, she was excited that it would be an action movie even if she was playing a love interest.

that was of course until she figured out who would be working on the movie with her.

olivia wilde.

y/n tried to remain professional, tho it was difficult with tom seeing as he was so giggly about everything, and zendya was laughing about how forced tom looked. everything was more natural with tom and zendya tho, so to switch between his girlfriend and his friend must have been weird for tom, so y/n tried to keep that in mind and remind her it wasn’t her fault the scenes weren’t working the way she wanted them to.

however one of the directors did not agree.

“y/n, can you step off set for a moment.” olivia’s voice sounded, tom looked confused as did y/n before she stepped off set as she was asked and followed oliva nervously.

“is there an issue?” y/n asked. oliva scoffed, “of course there is. this scene should have taken four takes, max. we have over forty of you and tom laughing. if you can’t play a love interest we will have to find someone who can.” she scolded, y/n was slightly offended.

two actors that have never worked together, taking on a role in a movie where they’re meant to be navigating love together, is not easy. and their first kissing scene might take a few try’s, but that’s not enough to threaten y/n’s contract over.

“unfortunately you might want to check the contract marvel signed, this is not cause for termination, and you cannot terminate my contract period. but if you would like to submit a claim that i am unable to preform my required task, i will happily take that battle with management. i really don’t want to waste anyone’s time so should i head back to set or?” y/n looked at oliva innocently with a smirk, brushing her hair back so her ring caught the light.

“watch you back, l/n.”

“styles. but close.”

safe to say y/n reported that threat and oliva wasn’t heard from again.

—

“you look absolutely divine.” harry came up behind her, kissing the exposed skin on her neck from her half slicked wave, old hollywood hairstyle. y/n laughed as she looked at them in the mirror. harry, in his colorful sparkly patch work jumpsuit, and her in her all black,

a-symmetrical neckline of the all black floor length dress she wore. their two personalities showing on their faces. she was so excited for tonight, she had a good feeling about harry’s changes of the trophy.

“you ready to sweep tonight?” she asked, he blushed. “don’t jinx me, the grammys don’t tend to like me.” he said in a hushed voice, y/n rolled her eyes and kissed her husbands cheek deeply. “not this year. i can feel it.”

her words ended up being true, with harry’s complete sweep. he was overcome with emotion, and y/n sat with him through all of it. holding his hand and even kissing him when he induced it, which was rare seeing as he hated pda especially when cameras were around.

they had plans to skip the after party and go get a pizza with the band and team, then go home and celebrate like old people with sleep. however their plans were put to a hault when taylor swift approached. y/n, ever the swiftie, was sure she was about to pass out as she squeezed her fiancés hand.

“congratulations harry.” she smiled and hugged him briefly before turning back to y/n. “and your performance was amazing, i had no idea your range was so good?” taylor said, y/n’s eyes went wide and she nodded. “oh yeah- yeah thanks.” she tried to laugh it off and leaned into harry’s comforting touch, he tried to hold back a laugh and taylor could tell.

“i have a few ideas and i want you to be a part of it, here’s my number— new number—.” she glanced at harry. “—and call me, so we can start scheming.” she winked at y/n, who was definitely dead. “congrats again harry.” she patted his shoulder before turning around and going to find her other friends.

“holy shit.” y/n whispered as she clutched taylor swifts number. harry chuckled and kissed her, “we can call her in the morning yeah? pizza and sleep okay?” he said, only to be welcomed with a large kiss and a i love you.

four months later, here y/n was, doing her one night only with taylor fucking swift.

harry was sitting in the 1989 friends and family box, with gigi, zayne, and their daughter as they caught up. gigi made sure to comment on how harry’s all access pass said ‘STYLE MUSE’ instead of harry styles.

the concert was perfect, everything was amazing. after all, taylor was considered the one of the best performers of all time. then as she stayed on stage after her two surprise songs, fans cheered even louder than usual.

“i actually have something i want to give you guys.” fans bracelets began flashing blue as screams could almost shatter the stadium, taylor laughed.

“i think you guys noticed i skipped style tonight.” she smirked, louder screams were heard and y/n stood backstage in her light blue wide legged pants, and white satin top. waiting nervously for her cue as they adjusted her headset and in ear microphone.

“i also want to throw in just one more surprise song, just for you guys!l she said excitedly, but didn’t wait for the crowd to quiet as she used the mic to talk over them. “please welcome miss y/n styles!” she screamed, and the stadium screamed back as the beat to style began to play.

harry recorded like a proud husband and sang along to every word as he watched y/n dance around on stage, in her element to a song he inspired.

“you got that long hair slick back white t-shirt.” both the girls flicked part of their hair over to imitate harry back in one direction, and ran a hand from their neck down to their pelvis as they sung, then tossed one shoulder and strutted down the diamond like models. which y/n was, harry thought to himself.

style passed, the loudest cheer in the whole room came from harry. so happy to see the woman he loved getting to work with her idol and be so happy doing it.

“i think there’s one more that goes to perfectly with us, don’t you think taylor?” y/n asked, fighting back the happy tears in her eyes. taylor bit back a smile and nodded, “what do you think Los Angeles?” she asked, they screamed. and the beat to i think he knows began to play.

the girls sang and danced along with the crowd, harry didn’t know this song very well so he was hyper focused on making sure to get all of y/n’s performance while also watching her.

“he’s got that boyish look that i like in a man.” y/n sung, and stopped dancing as she looked at taylor.

“i am an architect i’m drawing up the plans.” taylor copied the movements.

“he’s so obsessed with me and boy i understand.” y/n flipped her hair jokingly, making sure to flash the ring before both girls turned to face each other taylor grabbing y/n’s hand to look at the ring before screaming the line; “boy i understand!”

harry’s heart was skipping around 13th avenue.

[hysteria-things]

✿ PROMISE? ✿ PART NINE.

ʚ♡ɞ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 ʚ♡ɞ

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: chris x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: another invite to a party was not what you were expecting from your former crush…

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMOKING WEED, mention of intoxication, swearing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,652

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: you guys must hate me right now😂

i promise (lol) i’ll have a fic out soon! i’ve been struggling so that’s why i haven’t been as active, but i’ll try my best to be :)

“𝐈’𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘,” 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄 says, waving at the smoke that exits her mouth.

“paige, it’s fine. the pits were three weeks ago. i’m over it. i’m alive, aren’t i?”

she frowns with a nod. paige wanted to hang out with you today since you didn’t have anything going on, so you planned a sleepover with just the two of you. her dad is out of town with her brother, leaving her alone for a few days. you guys are sitting in her living room at the moment with the TV portraying a shitty netflix movie she clicked on, even though you aren’t paying attention to it.

after a second puff, she hands you the blunt. you inhale deeply, the smoke flowing through your body with ease. “anything new going on? more specifically chris related?” she smirks.

“no,” you reply, narrowing your eyes at the girl. you told her about what he did the night of the pits, and she's not letting go about how she thinks you like him.

you don’t.

“that’s boring.” she mumbles. “anything else? not chris related because you’re lame.”

“my cousins are coming tomorrow; my mom told me this morning. they’re staying with monica for a few weeks, who is their best friend since they’re close in age. she lives right next door to us.” you start, putting the blunt between your lips once more. “she’s a family friend i’ve pretty much known my whole life.

“hm.” she hums, falling silent and looking around the room before speaking again. “are you sure you don’t have at least a little feelings for chris?”

“no. we just started being friends again!” you argue. “ask that again and you’re earning a slap across the face.”

she laughs, adjusting herself to where she leans back on her elbows. “is that kevin butler texting? i remember you having the fattest crush on him when we were in middle school.”

confused, you stare at her to see she is looking at your lit-up screen on the coffee table. “shut up.” you snarl, rolling your eyes intensely. “i bumped into him at the pits.”

she gasps, sitting up as fast as lightning. not going to lie, it made you flinch a little. “do you like ryan again? or is this like a love triangle? now things are getting good.” she props herself on her knees to feed into the gossip.

“no, i don’t like kevin.” you say, which is somewhat of a lie.

“please, please, please answer it.” she begs, handing you the phone. you can tell the drug you two inhaled is starting to take over. you snatch the phone from her and open up the message.

“i hope you know i’m coming with you to that party,” paige says, peeking over your shoulder.

“chris is going to hate me.” you say lowly, locking the phone and placing it back where it was before.

she knits her eyebrows together. “why? he doesn’t control you.”

“i know, but i don’t want him to drag me to his house again.” you bite your lip to nibble on it. “that’s embarrassing.”

“chris doesn’t have to find out. you are your own person and you make your own decisions, no?” she says, patting you on the chest.

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 afternoon the next day. when you get there, you see two recognizable cars in the driveway. you sprint up the stairs and enter through the front door, to be greeted by numerous voices overlapping each other. the pitter-patter of paws slam against the wood floors when you shut the door. “oh!” you say in a startle as chichi jumps onto his hind legs to put his front two on your thigh. his tail wags as he greets you with smothers and barks while you pat his head.

peering around the wall, chichi zooms back into the living room. your cousin bethany — who gave you your journal all of those years ago — and her husband dillon are sitting on the floor in front of where your mom and dad are seated. your other cousin amalia and her husband james are on the other couch, their six-year-old twins playing with toys on the coffee table. “y/n!” oliver, one of the twins, exclaims. he runs over to hug you.

“hello, people. fancy seeing you here,” you say, sitting on the floor alongside bethany and dillon.

when your mom said everybody, you thought she was exaggerating, but she meant everybody.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 scurrying through your closet to try and find a perfect outfit for tonight. you usually don’t care about that certain thing, but you have a good feeling about kevin’s party in less than two hours. you groan loudly as your bedroom door opens. “is everything okay here?” bethany asks, peeking her head in.

you nod. “yes!”

“alright, then. i was sent to tell you that dinner’s ready.”

“i’m not eating right now. i’m going out soon.” you exhale sharply, still tearing your closet apart.

she raises a brow, intrigued. “where are you going?”

“out with friends.” you smile nervously, rubbing the sweat off of your hands on your pajamas, looking in the pile of clothes some more to see if a decent outfit will magically appear out of thin air. she gives you a suspicious look, checking to see if anybody is around before closing the door. “who’s the boy?”

“there is no boy.”

“you don’t get dressed up to ‘go out with friends’.”

you sigh in defeat. “fine. i was invited to this party and i want to dress nice, but all i have is bum sh— stuff; and i’m running out of time. the party is in less than two hours.”

she brings her finger up to her chin to think for a moment. you can see a lightbulb go off in her head. “let me make a call.” she pulls out her phone, her nails clicking against the screen. “monica works in fashion. she’ll have stuff to fit, i’m sure.”

speaking of the devil, monica appears at your house in minutes. it’s like you blinked and here she is, her tall figure kneeling in front of the bag she places down and pulls out two dresses. “you don’t seem like the type to wear fancy shit, so i brought these that i know you’ll look good in.”

the dress she is holding in her right hand is a red silky v-neck with stitched openings going up to the stitching that separates the chest from the bottom. the other one is a simple dress that is holographic. you tilt your head to think as you look from one to the other. “my mom is going to kill me if she sees me wearing one of these.”

she giggles, her long hair with blonde highlights falling over her shoulders when she does so. “oh, we got that covered.” she says matter of factly, pointing between her and bethany.

“hence why i am going to help you leave without her seeing, and covering up for you while you’re gone. you’re nineteen years old. you have to live a little, but safely. even if you have to lie from time to time.” bethany says, eyeing her best friend.

“just out of curiosity, does your mom know you snuck out?” you say because this plan seems too good to be true.

“oh, god, no. i’d still be grounded.” she shakes her head and you laugh out loud. “amalia and i used to have each other’s backs all the time when we were your age, younger, even. now, it’s time i have yours.”

you smile at that. she’s so cool, despite her being in her early thirties. amalia is a few years older. after some consideration, you point to the red dress. “that one.”

“good choice.” monica starts. “go to the bathroom and put it on.”

you get up from the floor and go to the restroom which is only a few feet away from your room. taking off what you’re wearing, you slip into the dress. you hum, checking yourself out in the mirror for a few seconds. it fits your form perfectly, your body looking better than it has ever looked in your nineteen years of living. you smirk at this boost of confidence. the more you look, the more you realize how short it is. the weird thing is, you don’t mind.

you look phenomenal.

walking back to the girls with a twirl, you hear bethany audibly gasp. “holy shit. you look stunning!”

“i feel it.”

“ooh, la la. what’s going on here? a secret fashion show?” amalia chirps while coming up behind you, cocking an eyebrow slightly. she goes over to monica to greet her before continuing. “it’s not that you don’t look gorgeous, but why? you got a date?”

“y/n here is sneaking out to go to a party.” bethany grins, patting you on the shoulder.

“no fucking way.” amalia gasps. “y/n, my most introverted little cousin, is sneaking out to party?”

“please don’t tell my mom,” you beg with a hint of worry that she’ll snitch.

she scoffs. “who do you think i am? this is a very special occasion i have to take part in… ‘cause girl, you are rocking it in that dress.”

you giggle as bethany sits you down at the vanity. she grabs her makeup bag that’s in her purse and leans in front of you. monica is scavenging your bedroom to look for jewelry, and she finds some that can match. amalia hovers above you and her sister.

bethany finishes the makeup look after a few minutes and monica hooks you up with a matching necklace and earring set that is silver, all of them giving an approving look. bethany looks at her watch and smiles. “you made it just in time. have fun.” she winks, ushering you to the entrance of your house.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[fiendforbyler]

wait y’all i just realised something that is probably niche as fuck but anyway! if you know/have read the Keeper of the Lost Cities series in it’s entirety you will understand the relationship/love triangle between sophie, fitz and keefe. from the beginning fitz is set up at sophie’s love interest, even as young kids (i believe she is 12 in the first book? and he is maybe a year older? not 100% it’s been a while). she crushed on him for majority of the series and finally in book 7/8 they get together with a seemingly very romantic gesture from fitz, with many hints during the series that fitz liked her back. point is: we were all rooting for them. it is imprtant to note that it’s also always been hinted at but later in the series confirmed that keefe has major feelings for sophie as well. for me, this is representative of mike/el/will love triangle, with sophie being mike, keefe being will, and fitz being el. now, i don’t really like fitz but i LOVE el so yeah this isn’t a flawless comparison but ANYWAY back to my main point!! keefe (will) is so likeable with a tragic backstory, troubling plot line, has a lot of trauma AND a sorry crush on a girl (boy) who (supposedly) has eyes only for one person since the beginning- something that has been clearly set up and formed into a seemingly sweet relationship readers have been rooting for from the beginning. yeah this is sounding familiar? here’s the problem (or solution for sophkeefe/byler shippers like i): ITS NOT WHAT SOPHIE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE. fitz pressures her into trying to find her bio parents so they could be matched, he is aggressive and possessive over her (not in a good way) and she breaks up with him. during this, i’m pretty sure she begins to crush on keefe as well- keefe in permanent denial she could ever like him back of course- and feels terribly guilty about it, because she still has feeling for fitz. (yeah i told you, not the perfect comparison but you understand what i’m getting at right?) while things with fitz get worse, sophie starts genuinely discovering how she really feels about keefe, with lines like “if she was really really honest- and really really brave- she had to admit that the idea of being with keefe sounded… kind of amazing. Yes, it was scary. and yes there were risks. but wouldn’t it be worth trying?” wouldn’t it be worth trying? ladies and gents, we just discovered mikes inner monologue!!! scary, risky, but worth it? its what will is to him! mike has always been “too insecure to let (him)self see what’s right in front of (him)” (a line taken from the book!!!!!!) will is in front of him. he is being so distracted by his internalised homophobia that he has NOOO idea what he is missing!! “‘SERIOUSLY, STOP!’ she told herself again…/ adding those kind of feelings to a friendship pretty much ruined everything. ( talking about fitz)”

and it’s all oh so familiar…

BUT WAIT! THERES MORE! finally, FINALLY, during our long awaited kiss scene, she says this:

“some tiny part of her head had always wondered if kissing keefe could really be as great as everyone claimed. but kissing keefe was so. much. better.”

yeah. and then blah blah they get interrupted by who? of yes of course fitzy the ex boyfriend is here. and he says what when he finds out? OH YEAH. “you kissed him? you didn’t even kiss me!”

THAT SOUNDS A LOT LIKE “you never say it/i say it” AND “i didn’t say it/you didn’t have to” or pretty much the same way mike acts around will vs el.

you know what else? mikes inability to say i love you to el (hasn’t kissed fitz) but so clearly communicate it to will (kissing keefe)

if you haven’t read all this (and i don’t blame you!!) just read this next paragraph!

but back to my main MAIN point. sophitz was the ship EVERYONE (except maybe a select few) wanted right up until they got together!! it was perfect on paper, cute, with history and seemingly ‘connected’ character (as per the plot), and as soon as they got together, everything fell apart, as well as sophie closing herself off and beginning to lose fitz even before the downfall of their relationship due to her suppressed feelings about keefe. (cough cough MIKE) they need to break up for her to realise keefe was the better match all along. keefe, who never thought he as a chance. keefe, who loved her from the start. KEEFE, WHO LET HIS BEST FRIEND HAVE HER IF IT MEANT HAPPINESS TO THEM.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? please tell me i’m not crazy!! thank you for reading this it took me a long time to write but it also felt great to write this out even if no one reads this. hail to byler and a reminder we are one day closer to seeing them on screen. have a great day/night!

[skovoxblitzer]

In the little bit of the comics I’ve read and some of the animated series? I’m a diehard Scott/logan/jean fan. I am of the opinion that almost every love triangle should just be solved by a throuple.

However.

In the movies??

Both Logan and Scott deserve better than Jean

She leads Logan on and actively flirts back with him, despite the fact that she has NO intention of breaking up with Scott?? (“Girls flirt with the dangerous guy, Logan. They don’t take him home.”) Like yeah Logan shouldn’t have been flirting with a taken woman, but she wasn’t doing much to genuinely discourage it. Bobby even points out that there’s something between them in X2, so it’s clearly not one-sided, yet she still stays with Scott. Like girl pick one, you cant be monogamously in love with your long-term boyfriend while also flirting with a guy he hates. That’s just X2, don’t even get me started on what she does in last stand.

In conclusion, I am a X men original trilogy Certified Jean Grey Hater thank you for coming to my Ted talk

[ladyloveandjustice]

Summer 2024 Anime Overview: Senpai is an Otokonoko

Aoi falls for an older girl, Makoto, and one day she confesses love to her senpai. But then Makoto reveals that he is an otokonoko- a crossdressing boy. Much to Makoto’s surprise, this only increases Aoi’s attraction, as she’s 100 percent supportive of crossdressing and ecstatic about getting to enjoy both the “boy” and “girl” versions of her senpai. Complicating things is Makoto’s best friend Ryuji, who has a huge crush on Makoto even though he won’t admit it to himself.

Meanwhile, Makoto is dealing with an incredibly transphobic mother, so he hides himself at home and lives in fear she’ll find out that he’s crossdressing at school.

This is a sweet, heartfelt, queer show with some very good kids and a lot of sad and happy feels. Prepare for heartstrings to be tugged. I grew very attached to the main trio in various ways,as they all have their own individual struggles related to gender, sexuality and heteronormative society. They're going through it, but they always work to understand and accept each other.

Makoto is obviously the central focus with the Gender of it All, and you see him struggle to navigate a world that sees gender in strict binary terms and tries to limit the ways he can live. The show strikes a good balance in showing the heartbreaking obstacles Makoto deals with but also showing the joy he finds in unexpected acceptance, affirmation, and connection. It’s sad when he tries to force himself to be ‘normal’ but it’s all the more heartwarming when his loved ones support him being who he truly is. A big focus of the show is Makoto trying to figure out if he wants to “live as a girl” as the show puts it, or if his relationship with his gender is something else.

I was surprised at how much I liked Ryuji, he might be my favorite. His struggle with his internalized homophobia and his yearning for Makoto literally made me cry at one point, which is rare for me with media. Plus, he’s just a sweet kid and good friend who puts up a laughably paper-thin "tough" front and you want good things for him. And that’s true for all the characters.

Aoi is a character who starts off as a comedic genki girl, (and to some she even initially came off as a chaser, but as her layers peeled back it becomes clear that’s not the case).  I liked her from the beginning despite her being A Lot but I was concerned she might boil down to the unfailingly Cheerful Girl Who Supports Makoto—but she gains a tremendous amount of depth once her backstory and personal struggles start to unfold.

Honestly, she really resonates with me as an ace person and her storyline seems primed to head in that direction, but I’m not naïve enough to think I’m going to get an actual asexual storyline where we examine how some people simply don’t feel romantic and/or sexual attraction and can still be fulfilled…and yeah, judging from the few spoilers I’ve seen, it’s not about that. It’s a bit disappointing, since it would really fit in with a show so focused on non-heteronormative sexuality, but y’know. We’re used to it. I never expect much. I will be interested in how it unfolds in the movie and hope whatever story they choose will at least be well told.

So basically, the show not only presents a love triangle where not only do you want all of them to be happy (sadly poly will not be the answer) BUT also a love triangle where each person thinks it would be better for their so-called "rival" to end up with their crush because they all love each other and want each other to be happy, but they all think very little of themselves. Amazing. A love triangle that’s truly all love but in the most hurtful way possible.

Aoi, Makoto, and Ryuji’s bond is really the star of the show for me more than any independent relationship and (though if I had to choose the friendship between Aoi and Ryuji is low-key the cutest to me).

There’s not many caveats to this show, obviously it examines transphobia in sometimes heartbreaking ways, and Ryuji’s internalized homophobia can be rough (I wish someone would directly tell him he’s not gross). I did find the pacing to be way too rushed in early episodes, but it evened out as it went on.

For something that’s neither good or bad: one thing that was noticeable about the show is it really avoided any queer terminology, in a way a lot of modern queer manga doesn’t. Again, this isn’t a bad things, and I honestly wouldn’t have noticed if one of the characters hadn’t met an older queer person (which is great! Love it when older queer people help the younger generation and show them they’re not alone)—yet this person doesn’t share any kind of specifics and how they identify is kept ambiguous, though they clearly have been to drag clubs/communities at the very least (as a blink and you miss it thing). In some ways, this might be purposeful, it felt like the story wanted the characters to be applicable to a lot of queer experiences, and one of the main points of the show is Makoto’s uncertainty about his own identity and not feeling comfortable in certain categories. Labels don’t work for everyone.

However, a few more specifics felt like it would help with adding context to some of the characters. Does Ryuji know other gay men exist? Does he think he’s the only one? I honestly have no idea. There is a possibility of these kids getting to know a wider community that seems tantalizing but unlikely to be capitalized on and sometimes the show’s desire to be nebulous about all this can feel like a missed opportunity.

Overall, I think this is a touching, worthwhile show about affirmation and love and the complexities of being queer in a limiting society. And of course that means a bunch of homophobes review bombed it because they apparently just now realized queer stories have always been a big part of anime. Knowing this makes it even clearer that shows like this make an impact and deserve support, and I’m really glad a movie to wrap things up has already been announced.

Give this show a watch, and maybe bring some tissues.

[voyter]

MATCHPOINT (teaser)

pairing. jeon jungkook x fem!reader x kim mingyu genre. tennis au. college au. smut. love triangle.

while tennis was your priority, the two boys who couldn't stop competing both on and off the court somehow were too.

word count for teaser. 609 words warnings for this chapter. mention of threesome. no explicit smut for teaser.

ana's notes. CHALLENGERS AU YASSSSS i literally started writing this after i watched the movie then completely abandoned it for a few months ... then i saw it in my docs and was like girl i need to get back on thisssss. SO HERE I AM !!! this is a 5 part series so yes its short but i promise yall, ur gonna be in for a RIDEEEEE !!!

“So,” you ask, accepting the cold bottle from Mingyu, “how did you guys meet?”

“Well, we were neighbors at first,” Mingyu replies, settling comfortably as he recalls their past. “We played outside almost every day, and we’ve been attached at the hip ever since.”

His casual tone holds a hint of nostalgia, but you're curious now, intrigued by their dynamic. “So, you two share everything?” you ask, raising an eyebrow and leaning in slightly. Your voice is teasing, but there's a playful challenge behind it.

Mingyu’s grin widens, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Basically, yeah,” he answers without missing a beat.

You pause, letting your gaze flick between the two of them before the next question leaves your lips, a bit more daring this time. “Even the same girls?”

The atmosphere shifts instantly. The room, once filled with light banter, falls into a brief silence. Both boys glance at each other, then down at the floor. You notice the slight twitch in Jungkook’s jaw, the way Mingyu runs a hand through his hair, as if buying time to formulate an answer.

Jungkook clears his throat, looking slightly uncomfortable. “It… it actually doesn’t happen as often as you think,” he stammers, his voice quieter, almost hesitant.

You smirk, sensing the awkward tension. “Really?” you press, wanting to know more.

Mingyu steps in, his voice confident as ever, trying to regain the playful mood. “Jungkook and I don’t usually have the same type,” he says, his tone light but firm.

You can’t resist pushing further, the teasing smile still playing on your lips. “And me?”

Mingyu falls silent, his confident demeanor faltering for a moment. He looks at Jungkook, almost like he's seeking backup, his uncertainty clear in the shift of his posture.

“Well… aren’t you everyone’s type?” Jungkook finally blurts out, his voice soft but laced with hesitation, clearly hoping to diffuse the moment.

Mingyu smirks, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face. Jungkook, on the other hand, offers something entirely different — his sultry smile, the kind that’s both charming and unsettling in its intensity. His gaze lingers on you, the way his doe eyes shimmer under the dim light making the room feel suddenly smaller and charged with tension.

You feel your cheeks flush, a smile blooming on your lips as you return his gaze, caught up in the moment.

“So, I assume you guys have never had a threesome,” you say, shifting your longing gaze to Mingyu, relishing the way their expressions shift.

The sight in front of you is downright amusing. They both look like deers caught in headlights, eyes wide and mouths slightly agape. You tilt your head, savoring the anticipation as you wait for a response.

“I- uh-” Mingyu stammers, clearly flustered. “It- it was never really something we thought about…”

You let the silence hang in the air for a moment, then ask, “So should I just go then?” You can’t help but tease them, enjoying the power you have in this playful game.

“No!” they shout in unison, their voices rising in a mix of panic and urgency.

You giggle softly, thoroughly entertained by how flustered they seem. Their awkward chuckles only add to your amusement as the energy in the room shifts. The quietness that the room falls into isn’t just a pause — it’s a promise of something about to unfold, and you can feel their nervous energy as they settle into the moment.

Without breaking eye contact, you tap the two spots next to you, silently beckoning them. The gesture is casual, but the meaning behind it carries weight. Your voice softens, yet commands attention as you murmur,

“Come.”

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[bullet-prooflove]

Kinktober 2024: Into The Woods - Jack Dayton x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @soultrysworld @kmc1989 @livingonthehems @tess-love @mandy426

Companion piece to:

Madness of a Genius - Jack notices you're the only one not paying attention during a donor event.

The First Time (NSFW) - Jack reveals his secret during your first time together.

Fucked Up - You and Jack each have your own special brand of fucked up.

French - You and Jack share an intimate moment at an event.

The Professor (NSFW) - Jack and you share an intimate moment in your office.

Different (NSFW) - You and Jack are a little different from normal people.

For your six month anniversary Jack takes you away for a weekend in a luxury cabin. It’s a secluded space in the middle of nowhere, miles away from civilisation. The perfect place for the digital detox he so badly needs.

“I’ve always had this fantasy.” You tell Jack as you stand in front of the floor to ceiling windows, staring into the trees outside. “Of being about being chased through the woods.”

“Maybe we can make that come true.” Jack whispers into you ear, his arms wrapping around your waist. “I know how much you like being caught…”

You play a game sometimes back in the city, you’ll snag something of Jack’s, something he usually needs at the time like his watch or tie and he’ll have to find a way to get it back. Your cheeks always get a little flush, your eyes a little bright as you try to evade him and when he catches you…

Well those are the days he goes to work with the taste of you still lingering on his lips.

Before you play Jack makes sure to set some boundaries. You have to wear something white so he can see you against the darkness, and you have to take the path that leads down towards the lake, he doesn’t want you getting lost or hurt in the woods.

The goal is to get to the lake before he gets to you.

He’ll give you a thirty second head start.

It’s warm outside so you dress for the occasion. You wear a light, gauzy sundress that flutters in the breeze and already his cock is straining in his jeans because you’ve decided to forgo a bra. He can see the silhouette of your nipples under the white material, his gaze strays lower and he can see that little dark triangle between your legs and his cock starts to leak.

“No panties.” He says as he sets the timer on his watch. “You are a naughty girl Professor.”

You give him that sultry smile of yours before he presses the button on his watch.

“Go.”

You’re off like a shot, bolting into the woods and every single nerve ending in his body screams at him to follow. His senses heighten, his instincts kick in, he’s chomping at the bit because you, you are far too tempting even when you’re not in flight. He gives you twenty seconds before he takes off after you.

The thing that he loves most about the game you play back in Chicago?

It’s the chase.

There’s an exhilaration in it, a thrill that courses through his body as lopes after you, catching a flash of white through the trees.

You don’t realise how close he is until his arm encircles your waist, hurling you against him. You let out a filthy laugh as he clasps you close, burying his face into the curve of your throat, nipping at that space just underneath the curve of your jaw.

“You still into this?” He asks you as he traps you between a tree and his firm, unrelenting body. His hand pins your wrists above your head, your ass tucking perfectly against his hips as your cheek grazes the bark.

“I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me right now…” Your words are cut off as he bites down on your shoulder, giving way to a heady moan. He unfastens his jeans, shoving them down his hips, thrusting inside of you, hard, fast, deep and the noise you make, it obliterates him completely.

“Fuck, I love you.” He whispers into your skin, his free hand threading through your hair, pulling at the roots. “Love that you’re into this just as much as I am.”

You’re on the cusp, Jack can feel it and it makes him all the more feral because he needs you to get off on his cock, he needs to hear you scream out his name into the stars so that even God All Mighty knows just how good he fucks you.

“Say my name Amélie.” He hisses into your ear as your cunt grips him so tightly that it sends him hurtling over the edge with you. “Say my fucking name.”

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[alyheartsjess]

rating all the beefs between rory’s love interests:

4. dean VS logan. they saw eachother one time and dean just decided to drive away and never see rory again instead of entering his third homoerotic love triangle situation. i guess they do learn. the narrative told us that rory is ready to date rich guys now. the narrative is NOT gonna make me feel bad for dean. pretty boring, nothing happened. 5/10

who did i root for? i was ready for dean to gtfo already but you’re not gonna catch me saying i rooted for logan in any situation. let’s go with nobody. if they actually would have interacted it would have been such a loser-off. i still think emily and lorelai respectively are the ones who actually wanted these men for rory.

3. dean VS tristan. the first one. will always be funny. I’LL CALL YOU WHEN I NEED MY TAXES DONE is one of dean’s maybe 2 contributions to the series. he made me chuckle once, okay. barely. these two morons fighting over season one rory who just wanted to read thick books at benches and didn’t gaf is so unserious. respect to my girl, though. this was the strong start of several similar situations. poor rory. 6/10

who did i root for? tristan is hotter, more charismatic and just, you know, not dean. but rory did want to be with dean (for some reason) and clearly didn’t want to be with tristan (who just couldn’t get the hint already). so i guess my answer here is nobody too. i don’t like to see dean winning, so i’m not gonna contribute to that

2. logan VS jess. jess ended team logan on a striking level. like woah. self-made, hot, unbothered, funny. logan was catching strays here, holy shit. it was incredible to watch. one of the best episodes of the show. who i rooted for is pretty clear. 9/10. this beef, however, will never top…

1. jess VS dean. 10/10. chef’s kiss. mwuah. the tension😭😭😭😭 the way they focused more on their feud with eachother than actually dating rory. the way they went out of their way to find the other around town to deliver a threatening message or just annoy the other. (also the way they made fun of the other’s shitty job while having a shitty job themselves. like whatever makes you feel better😭). the way jess bought that basket just because dean looked all tall and mad and it was funny😍 the way dean was bothered as hell by jess before jess even knew who he was😭😭😭😭😭 you just know they wrote angry diary entries about eachother. as you can see, dean is dominating this list and is in a situation such as this every thursday, but you just know this one hit different for him.

just kiss already. that’s what i rooted for.

[rollingsins]

three’s a crowd, part one

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten (epilogue)

summary: you hadn’t expected this. to fall in love. with not one girl, but two. you hadn’t expected to ruin their friendship. love triangle au. 

pairing: emma myers x reader, jenna ortega x reader

warnings: language.

word count: 3k

a/n: first part in my love triangle fic as mentioned earlier on my blog! let me know your thoughts and what direction you want me to take with this. few ideas but I’d love to hear your thoughts! :))

A dream job, that’s what this was. 

You could barely believe it the moment the call came in. You were going to be on a TV show - you were going to be on Wednesday. 

It was the second season of production; you’d been a little nervous at first, coming into a pre-established cast, but everyone had gone out of their way to make you feel comfortable. 

There’s Hunter with his fluffy hair and boyish smile. Joy, so friendly, so warm as she hugs you. Georgie with his accent and long, James Dean-esque haircut. 

“We’re so happy to have you.” Joy says, smile warm. She’s gripping onto your arm, “Fresh blood.” 

“Seriously.” Hunter says as he hugs you, “It’s good to have you. You’ll love it here. We’re like a family.” 

“Have you met the girls yet?” Joy asks. She looks over her shoulder, as if trying to scout them. 

The girls can only mean two people. You shake your head, a little nervous. Jenna was the show’s star, you had no idea what she’d be like. And Emma was playing your love interest. You’d never had a love interest on screen before, and the show hadn’t bothered with a chemistry test. You wondered if you’d like her. Found yourself thinking with butterflies in your stomach how you’d have to kiss her. 

“Thick as thieves, those two.” Georgie murmurs, “Never one without the other. I’ll find them.” 

He slinks off somewhere. Hunter takes your arm, walks you around the set. 

“We’re having a get together tonight.” Hunter tells you, “You should come. It’s like a pre-season celebration.”

“I’ll be there.” 

Georgie’s back, this time, two girls follow him. 

It’s Jenna, you recognise her immediately. She’s gorgeous, is your first thought. Long dark hair, dark eyes, freckles dotted across her face. It’s all you can do to stop your jaw hitting the floor. 

“I’m Jenna.” She’s hugging you. When she pulls back, the other girl is stepping forward. 

“I’m Emma” Pretty blue eyes, short, shoulder length blonde hair. You take the hand she offers, smile, a little shy. 

“Hi.”

She’s also gorgeous, you think. In fact, the entire cast is gorgeous. Without thinking, you blurt it out. 

They all laugh. Hunter nudges your shoulder. 

“Good start. You’re going to fit in great.”

-

Your first day is a blur of meeting new faces, trying to remember your lines and cues. When it’s all over, you’re standing in front of the door to Hunter’s hotel room, a bottle of Grey Goose in hand. 

Hunter ushers you in. 

Georgie and Joy are on the balcony, sharing a vape between them. 

Jenna and Emma sit on the couch, speaking in soft voices. 

They’re holding hands, you can’t help but notice. Your eyes linger. Wonder why you’re a little disappointed. 

“What do you want to drink?’ Hunter’s voice snaps you out of your reverie. 

“Vodka-soda.” 

You mingle a little. Hunter tells you about his husband. Joy shows you how to mix a perfect margarita. Two or three drinks in and you’re out on the balcony, taking a breather. You don’t even notice someone behind you until you hear Emma’s voice. 

“You all good out here?” She asks. 

You turn, look at her. She’s so pretty. Is all you can think. Her blue eyes glimmer in the moonlight. 

“Fine.” Is what you say. “Just thinking.” 

She slides in beside you, nudges your shoulder. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” 

You bite your lip. 

“I’m nervous.” You tell her, “This is my first real acting gig.”

She hums. Brings her glass to her lips. 

“You’re doing great.” She says, “You have nothing to be nervous about. I was nervous too, my first time. It gets easier.” 

“Thanks.” You say. Your eyes flick to the room - Jenna’s nowhere in sight. 

“Where’s Jenna?” You ask. Emma looks over to you. 

“Bathroom, I think.” 

“Is she your girlfriend?” You blurt out before you can stop yourself. Immediately you regret it. The drink has made you a little too bold. 

Emma laughs.  

“No.” She says, eyes sparkling. “She’s like my sister.”

Oh. You lick your lips. Your stomach flips. Elation rushes through you. The thought of them together makes you sick to your stomach, though you’re not exactly sure why. 

Emma’s watching, her eyes curious. 

“Why do you ask?”

You shrug. “No reason.” 

You take your drink in hand, scoot back over to the hotel room before you embarrass yourself any further. 

-

Shooting begins. It’s only been a little over a month, but it feels like you’ve known these people for years. 

There isn’t a single actor you don’t like; any one of them can make you laugh until you cry, and within weeks they start to feel like five of your new best friends. Not so surprisingly, it’s Jenna and Emma you feel closest to. Jenna’s there everyday, and despite the fact it’s her show, and you’re all essentially just set pieces to make her look good, she never treats you as though you are. She’s with you in the trenches, her calves just as sore from standing all day, laughing and joking along with everyone else. 

Emma’s a sweetheart, more thoughtful than you’d ever thought she’d be. She brings in cookies sometimes, showers one of the crew, Georgia, with flowers and gifts on her birthday. The three of you slip into a familiar routine. Every morning going to make-up together, goofing around on set. Then you’d hang out later, sometimes in each other's trailers, sometimes in each other's hotel rooms. 

The three amigos, Hunter called you once. It had a nice ring to it. 

Only, this week you hadn’t seen that much of Jenna. She was shooting constantly, sometimes fourteen hour days. It left you and Emma alone a lot of the time. Just hanging out, watching Netflix or cooking dinner together. 

“Kind of like a couple.” Joy had  teased one night over drinks, when you’d mentioned it. 

Your head had shot up and immediately your cheeks had tinged red. 

“We’re not a couple.” You’d clarified and Hunter and Joy had shared a look, “We’re not.” 

“Not yet.” Hunter had sing-songed, before darting off to pour himself another drink. 

In truth, they weren’t entirely wrong. There had been something weird, a certain vibe between you. You brushed it off. It was because your characters had romantic tension, you figured. 

But sometimes you’d catch her looking. Wondered maybe if there was something more to it. 

The thought of dating Emma made you feel strange. Fluttery, a little, in a good way. But also in a bad way. In truth, lately you’d been a little confused. Something was holding you back, but you weren’t quite sure what it was. 

It’s another one of those nights tonight. 

You’re in Hunter’s hotel room, again, sprawled across the couch with a vodka-soda in hand. Jenna isn’t working tonight, she’s sitting across from you. It’s nice to be with her again. You missed her. Her wry, sarcastic humor. Pretty eyes that sparkle back at you, as if you’re sharing some inside joke. 

You’re a few drinks in, just you and her. Hunter’s gone to fetch ice. The others will be here soon, Jenna tells you, looking at her phone. You settle into an easy conversation. 

Somehow, you’re on the topic of boyfriends. 

“I never asked-” Jenna says, taking a long sip of her drink, “Do you have a boyfriend? A girlfriend?” 

You feel your own cheeks heat. 

“No.” You say, maybe too quickly, “Do you?”

She shakes her head. Circles her fingers around the rim of her glass. She has a strange look on her face, one you can’t quite read. 

“Do you have your eye on anyone?” She asks. Her voice is weird, weighted. Like the question is a trap. 

She’s observing you. Under her steady gaze you feel like a lab rat. 

“No.” You say, “Maybe. I don’t know.” 

“Thanks for clearing it up.” She leans back, still watching. A small smile tugs at her lips, she’s teasing you. 

“Do you have your eye on anyone?” You throw back to her, leaning forward. She licks her lips. Your stomach flips. Part of you hopes she doesn’t respond. Your chest feels tight at the thought.

“Not fair.” She says, “I asked you first.” 

Your heart thumps. She’s leaning back into her seat. 

“Is it Emma?” She asks, suddenly, “Do you like her?” 

“I think she likes me.” You say, truthfully. You wonder if she can hear your heart pounding in your chest. Your blood has turned cold. 

“That’s not what I asked.” She says. The playful teasing is gone. She’s weirdly serious. 

You swallow. Shrug, trying to appear non-committal. You wonder if she can see through it. 

“I don’t know.” You say. 

“You don’t know?” She asks, a little perplexed. 

“No. I don’t know.” You say, “I mean how do you know if you like someone? It’s complicated, right?” 

Jenna shakes her head, “Not for me. When I like someone I know it. Right away.” 

You tilt your head, annoyance fluttering through you. 

“So who is it then? This person you like so much?” 

Jenna says nothing. Watching, like she always does. You’re starting to get irritated with her stoic silence. 

The buzzer rings. It startles both of you. You rise, almost glad for the tension break, and open the door. 

It’s Georgie, smiling wide, a bottle of Gin in hand. 

“Joy’s on her way.” He declares, prancing past you and helping herself to a glass from your kitchen shelf. 

“Awesome.” You hear yourself mumble, a million miles away. 

He looks back at you, eyes twinkling, as if he knows something he shouldn’t. 

“Maybe you could invite Emma too.” 

He pours himself a healthy glass. Tops up Jenna’s cup before clamoring onto the couch and nestling into her side. Your jaw tightens as you watch them, and suddenly everything makes sense. 

-

You decide to invite Emma after all. 

It’s just a text. 

Bunch of the cast is over, you should come hang, would love to see you xx 

You stare at it for a while, wonder if it’s too flirty. Or not flirty enough. Or even flirty at all. 

Jenna and Georgie chat quietly on the couch as Hunter goades you into taking a tequila shot.

Then another. You look down at your phone. The liquid courage is enough for you to hit send. 

“Where’s Emma?” Hunter asks, leaning over to you. He’s tipsy, presses his weight on your shoulder. 

“I invited her.” You say, prying the tequila bottle out of his hand. 

Hunter and Joy share a knowing look. 

You catch it, irritation blooming in your chest. 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” Joy sing-songs. “I’m sure she’ll be here soon. If you invited her.” 

“You two are annoying on tequila.” You tell them, looking over to see if the other two are better company. They’re talking quietly. Seriously. You stare at Jenna, trying to make out her expression. She’s as hard to read as ever, the tequila doing nothing for your perception. 

Your mind wanders. You wonder if Georgie knows Jenna likes him. You imagine Jenna telling him, stuttering over her words, the composure she keeps so carefully guarded shattering in a moment of vulnerability. 

You imagine them kissing, and your stomach writhes with something snakelike. Disgust, perhaps. You swallow the lump in your throat. Reach for the tequila bottle.

Your phone buzzes in your hand. It’s Emma.  

Would love to. Excited to see you too. Be there in 5 xx 😚 

“Emma’s coming.” You mumble to Hunter. 

He smiles wide. Makes a kissy noise. 

“God help me.” You mumble. 

-

You don’t know whose idea it was to go swimming at midnight, seven or eight drinks in, but here you all are. 

Joy and Georgie are the first ones in, stripped down to their underwear. Hunter follows, fully clothed, too drunk to care. 

You hang back, awkwardly trying to pull your jeans off. Emma hovers next to you. Pulls her shirt over her head. It’s been awkward since she arrived. You’ve been awkward. Avoiding eye contact, answering every question with a jilted, one syllable answer. It’s much easier to talk to girls over text, you discern. It’s less stressful. 

“Hurry up!” Joy yells over at you. “The water’s amazing!” 

Emma pulls her jeans down. You look away. Jenna’s close, settling herself into a nearby pool lounger. She’s still nursing her drink. 

“You’re not going in?” You ask her. 

She shakes her head. 

“It’s too cold.” 

It is cold. You notice more so now you’re in your underwear. You cover your chest with your hands.

“Come on. Live a little.” Emma teases. “Come in with us.” 

She’s stripped down to her underwear. Kicks away her jeans. She’s a few drinks behind the rest of you but you could never tell. 

Jenna smiles. 

“Maybe in a bit.” 

Emma turns to you. Her hands brush your bare shoulder. 

“Coming?” She asks, her voice a little softer.

You nod. “Right after you.” 

She flashes you a wide smile. And with a running jump, cannonballs her way into the pool. 

You linger. Suddenly the pool is less appealing. You eye the empty seat next to Jenna. Sidle over to her and lie back, watching as the others splash each other. 

“Aren’t you cold?” Jenna’s voice sounds from beside you. You glance over at her. Lay your head back against the recliner. 

“A little.” 

Not a little. A lot. You’re shivering. You wonder if she can tell. 

“Take my jacket.” 

“Then you’ll be cold.” You say. 

“Then we’ll share.” She says, shrugging herself out of her jacket. “Come here.” 

You shuffle closer without a second thought. She tugs the jacket around your shoulders, her arm lingering. You feel her rub your arm, trying to warm you up. 

“You’re freezing.” She says, quietly. “You should put your clothes back on.” 

“I’m going swimming.” You protest. Your body hums pleasantly with the drink, the heat of her body blanketing you nicely from the cool autumn night. You sink into her, rest your head against her shoulder. 

She smells nice. You think as you lay there, her arm around your shoulders. Woody. Like cinnamon and burning logs toiled together. You should ask what perfume she wears. 

“You smell like a fireplace.” Is what comes out instead. She turns to meet your gaze, a smile tugging at her lips. 

“You smell like tequila.” She says, her eyes twinkling. 

You grimace. Tuck your head back into her shoulder. 

“You’re warm.” 

“You’re drunk.” 

“Tipsy.” You correct her. “And so are you.” 

She hums against you. “Yeah. So am I.” 

A roar of laughter draws your gaze to the pool. Hunter is trying to climb onto Joy’s shoulders, each attempt has him falling backwards into the pool. 

“I know.” You say, trying to keep your voice light. Causal. 

“You know what?” 

“Who you like.” 

Jenna stiffens against you. You reach for her hand, entwine your fingers, trying to soothe her. You want to be her friend. You want her to know she can trust you with this. You’ve thought long and hard in the hour and a half since you found out she was into Georgie.

You’re going to try, for her. 

“It’s okay.” You tease. “Your secret is safe with me.” 

You look back to the pool, eyes lock to Georgie.

He’s handsome, you have to admit. You can see why Jenna likes him. You ignore the sharp flash of jealousy that churns within you. 

You tilt your head, press a kiss to Jenna’s cheek. 

“I’ll help you get him.” 

Jenna stares at you for a long moment. Careful eyes watching. 

“Him?” 

You tilt your head to Georgie. Jenna blinks, but doesn’t say anything. You nudge your shoulders together. 

“He’d be an idiot not to like you back, you don’t have to worry about that.” You say. “And then maybe we can go on double dates.” 

“Double dates?” She seems confused now. You squeeze her hand, look over to Emma. 

She’s smiling, hair slicked back, wet, so pretty in the moonlight. “You, me, Emma and Georgie. What do you think?” 

For a moment, you worry you’ve offended her. Her body is tight against you, expression serious. But then she relaxes. Flashes you a tiny, Jenna-like smile. 

“Sure.” She echoes, looking out to the water. “Double dates. With you and Emma.” 

-

Hunter’s gone. Face down on the pool recliner. One too many tequila sunrises. 

“I’m going to take him up.” Jenna says. She slips out from beneath you. Leaves you with her jacket. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“You’re not coming back?” You ask, crestfallen. The cold has already crept back in, the warmth from her body gone. You wrap yourself tighter in her jacket. 

“I’m a little tired.” She offers you a small smile. “Goodnight YN.” 

You watch as she goes, cradling Hunter against her. 

Emma’s approaching, towel in hand. Drying her wet hair. 

“You never made it in.” She says. She seems a little disappointed. 

You bite your lip. “I know. I’m sorry.” 

The crowd is filtering out. Jenna and Hunter are gone. Georgie’s helping Joy clear the empty bottles. You hold out your hand for Emma to take. 

“Walk me back to my room?”

-

Emma walks you back to your room. You haven’t let go of her hand. It’s sort of awkward - you’re making it awkward because you’re so nervous. 

“I’m sorry if I’ve been weird tonight.” You say, chewing your lip, “It’s just-” 

“You haven’t been weird.” She reassures. Bless her, she isn’t a good liar. Your fingers tighten around hers. Her hair is slicked back, still wet. Her eyes, so blue sparkle back at you. Your stomach flips. 

“I think I like you.” You say. 

Your heart hammers, quite unpleasantly. 

“You do?” She sounds unsure. You nod. Entwine your fingers. 

She smiles. 

“I think I like you too.” 

And then she leans down and kisses you. 

She’s a good kisser. Is what comes to your mind at first. Firm but tender. Her hand tilts your jaw up to her. She doesn’t try to slip her tongue in right away, like the boys you’ve kissed before. When she pulls away, her pupils are blown, and her lips are red with your lipgloss. 

Your heart thuds. She flashes you a lopsided smile. 

“I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you.” She admits, voice deep. Honest.

You want to do it again. Tell her so. Let yourself be swept up in her.

And ignore the tiny, Jenna-sized hole in your heart that tells you to stop. 

Next part

[aihoshiino]

Between Akane, Kana, and Ruby, which do you think is the best written, and has more depth outside of their relationship/crush on Aqua? The argument I’ve been seeing most often from diehard fans of any of the three girls is that the other two (or one of the other two) don’t have any depth beyond liking Aqua. Been seeing this especially from people who hate Kana, but also from Akane haters and Ruby haters

Anon I truly believe you sent this with nothing but good faith in your heart but never before have I received an ask that looked more like the internet equivalent of someone handing me a baseball bat and pointing me in the direction of a hornet's nest. AND BROTHER, I'M ABOUT TO START SWINGING!!!!

In order from best to worst I'd say right now, it goes Kana -> Akane -> Ruby. If you'd asked me this question in a pre-123 world I probably would've said it's Ruby -> Kana -> Akane but… well i'll be getting into what existing in a post-123 world has done for ruby's character soon enough anyway lol.

I fully expect to be hit with accusations of bias in this regard both because I just have generally always liked Kana and fandom lately has been so fucking weird about her but the reason I like Kana is because I think she's the most consistent and fleshed out beyond the scope of her relationship with Aqua. Like, to be clear, all the girls definitely revolve around him way more than they should - to a degree, this is just kind of the nature of the beast in a story like OnK where a lot of characters' foothold into the story are their personal relationship with the protag. But so much of their screentime and story relevance is eaten up by the romance subplots that it ends up coming at the expense of giving the viewer a strong sense of who they are outside those relationships.

This is the trap I think Akane falls into, to the detriment of her character writing. On paper, she's a super interesting character with a lot of potential to add to the story's themes and overall commentary but her actual role in the story and the context within which she's allowed relevance is purely just Being Aqua's Love Interest. Hell, her foothold into the cast period is just that she and Aqua are fake dating and Akane is catching both feelings and a sense of indebted gratitude towards him, so she's totally down to match his freak about it. There's a reason I think Tokyo Blade is her best post-LoveNow arc and it's because while the developing relationship between her and Aqua is an important part of the story, it's absolutely not Akane's focus when compared to everything else she's got going on with Kana. After this arc, though, she's given basically zero plotlines or things to do that aren't wholly predicated on Being Aqua's GF and the interesting underlying issues suggested to exist in her character go largely ignored in favor of her serving Aqua's story. She doesn't really have any relationships with the other cast members outside of Kana and even that ends up devolving into love triangle slop. The result is that, based purely on what exists in the text of the story, Akane is isolated from any other character that she could interact with to create a sense that she has a life and interior world unrelated to Aqua.

This is also why I say Ruby is the worst hit by the Love Triangle Brainrot Disease out of the three heroines because she had an interesting, lively character with a full world and social life that had nothing to do with Aqua only for 123 to come along and infect her with terminal love interest brainrot. Honestly, Ruby being Like This with Aqua right now is probably the biggest singular issue with OnK at the moment, because it means one of the series' primary protagonist is stuck in this malformed relationship cul-de-sac where the feelings we've spent the entire series building up and fleshing out have somehow simultaneously taken over her entire character at the expense of all her other ongoing plotlines while also going entirely unaddressed by the narrative. 123 essentially wiped Ruby's slate clean of anything that wasn't the AquRuby stuff and then proceeded to treat it like a massive joke for literally 20 entire chapters - once again, at the expense of what was a genuinely really necessary arc for her. Ruby's so-called 'revenge' peters out with a wet fart because all the moments leading up to it that should have given any of it weight are offscreened in favour of yet another panel of Ruby splooging over her brother. But despite this being like the one singular thing her character has going on right now, Akasaka is simply refusing to address the massive incest elephant in the room, which means that both Ruby as a character and the story as a whole are robbed of opportunities to develop and be developed by an exploration of how that massive taboo intersects with and affects… literally anything! Since 123, we've gotten exactly one chapter that bothered to even pretend it was taking Ruby's feelings seriously but despite it ending on perhaps one of The Biggest Status Quo Shifts in the whole series… it too has gone entirely unaddressed!!!

Both Akane and Ruby are trapped in this bog of having their entire characters reduced to revolving round Aqua while being disallowed from meaningful development that would probably advance or give closure to that relationship. Akane… sort of gets this with her whole "i'm his mom now btw kana you should suck him silly" thing and her big dramatic haircut but even then, she's still orbiting Aqua and his revenge quest because apparently she has nothing better to do. Ruby, meanwhile, is in this baffling place where the story is having to twist itself into so many pretzels to avoid addressing whatever the hell is going on with her and Aqua before the Akasaka ordained Most Dramatic Moment that she is not getting any moment-to-moment development that might even risk letting her address or untangle any of this stuff. She and Aqua are not allowed to have any direct on-screen interactions and even when they did in 157, it just felt plastic and artificial and honestly kind of forced because of that failure to so much as acknowledge UH, HEY, REMEMBER WHEN RUBY STUCK HER TONGUE DOWN AQUA'S THROAT?

anyway. ALL THAT UP ^ THERE ^ is the reason I think Kana is the character who feels the most fleshed out beyond the bounds of her relationship with Aqua, ironically because of having comparatively less romantic focus and explicitly romantic interactions with him. Because less of her screentime is taken up by romance drama, it allows her to just breathe and exist as a person without her entire role in the story being Aqua's Love Interest. Her major moments of development are all built on Kana's own backstory and baggage which has basically nothing to do with Aqua and everything to do with her own insecurities, her history of abuse and abandonment, her obsession with acting and her fervent desperation to cling to the entertainment industry even when it has made clear that it doesn't want to make a place for her anymore, because so much of her personhood is warped by and tangled up in her childhood growing up in the public eye. That's not to say Aqua isn't involved in Kana's arc and he has an undeniably huge impact on her, but when you look at the ways his interactions with her push her story along it very much feels like Kana is just having her own arc that Aqua is serving and sometimes intersecting with rather than the other way around (as it feels for Akane and Ruby).

WITH ALL THAT SAID… it is just blatantly a bad faith reading of the series to the point of flat out lying about the contents of the story to say any of the three heroines have nothing going on outside their relationships with Aqua, even if we don't get as much focus on that stuff as I'd like. Ruby has her whole history as Sarina and the experiences of abuse, disempowerment and abandonment that have created the bullheaded high-energy Ruby of the present day. Akane struggles with low self-worth and tendencies towards creating narratives for herself and other people in her head that don't always survive impact with reality. Kana has… well, I rambled about all that up there lol. In fact, all three of the heroines are interested in Aqua for imo, at least hypothetically well developed reasons that have observable and tangible roots in their own histories and personal baggage and how Aqua, as a person, has impacted them.

The issue is not with the girls themselves or their feelings for Aqua. The issue is that Akasaka is a romcom guy flying by the seat of his pants trying to write a murder mystery character drama and it's just not what he's cut out for. So he falls back on what he knows - the romance stuff - regardless of how it does or does not cohere with the arcs of the characters involved or the wider story at large. He simply doesn't have the chops to balance both halves of the story at once and his clear interest in playing shipping drama for all its worth has ultimately compromised the integrity of the surrounding story, to the detriment of the characters involved.

[swordlux]

"It Was Always You." | Erwin / Levi x Reader | Choose-Your-Own-Ending Love Triangle ~ Chapter 1

The year since joining the Scouts had been nothing you could’ve expected. Within a month, you’d gained a spot on the elite Captain Levi’s team, and from there, your efforts had caught the eye of the well-respected Commander Erwin. Though your adventures had opened your eyes to many things, never did you expect how deeply you’d fall in with two of the walled city’s most notorious figures.

Join me for this short re-imagining of the canon with you in a love triangle with these two amazing men!

***

NOTE: This is a choose-your-own ending. It starts with you and Erwin getting steamy, but then you can decide if you'd like to stay loyal or go with Levi. This is long-u so if you'd like to keep reading please follow the links at the end of each chapter or refer to my masterlist! And no, sorry, there are no threesomes. Hope you enjoy <3

Chapter 1

The Field

The year since joining the Scouts had been nothing you could’ve expected. Within a month, you’d gained a spot on the elite Captain Levi’s team, and from there, your efforts had caught the eye of the well-respected Commander Erwin. Though your adventures had opened your eyes to many things, never did you expect how deeply you’d fall in with two of the walled city’s most notorious figures.

***

You stood in the field, sweat dripping down your back. The rest of the scouts were gathered. You were doing some “voluntary” weeding for the local widow, Mrs. Winstley. Though by voluntary, you meant you were being forced by Miss Historia. Since becoming queen, the girl had been ordering you to do some ridiculous stuff. You didn’t mind it. It gave you a chance to feel normal between all the titan slaying. However, even after a year of following commands, you still didn’t like being forced into doing things.

You wiped the sweat off your forehead and looked to where Levi was struggling with a patch of weeds nearby.

Your captain, who was usually competent at anything he took to, was having an uncharacteristically hard time. His muscles bulged against his white shirt, which was stained with sweat, and as he stood, you saw exhaustion pouring into his sharp features.

When he noticed you watching, he gave up his battle and threw you a pained smile.

You waved and went over to your prevailing captain and friend.

Levi Ackerman was a curious man. Dark-haired, intelligent, with reflexes and skill that left you speechless every time you got to witness them. He was also surprisingly kind, something that had allowed you to get closer to him over the year. Even after a tough battle, you could count on him to be a comfort. Simply, his presence had a wholesome, heartwarming effect.

Today, watching him sweat over something so menial had a laugh at your throat before you even approached him.

“How’s it going?” he said, the strain in his voice barely contained your captain’s distress.

“Not bad, how about you?”

In response, Levi made a face that would’ve shocked the rest of the scouts to see.

You let the laugh go from your throat. Seeing Levi’s goofy side was rare, but it was something you had the pleasure of experiencing more often these days. Over the year Levi had been slowly opening up to you, and every time you got to see more, the more you wanted to know.

“Are you still meeting with Hange today?” he said eventually, exhaustion still coating his voice.

“Do I have a choice?” You mimicked his earlier face.

Levi let out a short but effective laugh—something else that would’ve shocked the rest of the scouts to see. “Guess not,” he said. “Well, you better get going then. Don’t want to keep Hange waiting.” Levi placed a hand on your head, and something like water grew in the air between you. His steel eyes sparkled as he looked at you. “See you around?”

You returned his smile and tried not to melt into water yourself. “See you around.”

You were on your way out when you ran into the second man who had gained your attention this year.

Captain Erwin cut an impressive golden figure in the field. Even with his recently lost arm, he carried the aura of two men. He watched over the proceedings with the usual serious look on his face. The only thing that betrayed his true feelings was the death grip he had on his sleeve that he held behind his back. You knew that grip meant he was entertaining less-than-pleasant thoughts about this whole situation. Again, it was something only you picked up on. And again, it was something that had you laughing to yourself as you walked up to him.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey, (M/C),” Erwin released his grip on his sleeve. His deep voice warmed you like the sun as his sky-blue eyes turned to you. “Doing well?”

“Sort of… Hange has me helping with some experiments. I’m just about to go see what that’s about.”

“Sounds like a tough predicament you’ve got yourself in there. Would you like me to lend you some specially licensed ODM gear?” Those blue eyes looked at you for a moment.

It took you a moment longer to catch on. You were still getting used to the dry way the commander laid out his jokes, and by that point, you were already fighting the bodily reactions that occurred from being under such an intense gaze.

It was the commander’s charming sort of awkwardness more than the joke that eventually made you laugh.

“I think I’ll be okay,” you said. “I appreciate the concern, though.”

He nodded. “Anytime. By the way, I’ve been hoping to pick your mind about something. Do you have time to stop by this evening?” In the sunlight, Erwin glistened like a figure shaped from heaven. It was hard to believe anyone saw a devil in the man.

“Sure,” you said.

“Perfect.” A smile interrupted the commander’s chiselled features. “(M/C), it was nice chatting with you.”

You nodded and made your way out. As you did his grip returned to his sleeve.

You smiled as you looked back on the two men. Amid hell, you’d somehow found a place of heaven.

*** Breaktime - Levi

Levi was sitting outside when you returned to your home base later that afternoon.

His eyebrows were furrowed in that troubled way they got. You guessed he’d been staring at that exact spot in the sky for the past hour.

As you approached, his grey eyes turned to you, the storms still swirling in them.

“Something on your mind?” you said as you sat beside him.

“Ah, always. But it’s alright now that you’re here.” He made space. The tension on his face relaxed. He gave you a smile that caused a storm to stir in your insides. “How did your experiments with Hange go?”

“Not bad. I was mostly there to observe. I don’t know why Hange thinks I’m Eren’s nurse-maid or something.”

“You’re good with him.” He patted you on the head. “By the way, have you thought about Erwin’s offer yet?”

Your stomach turned. It was something you were hoping to avoid. Recently, Erwin offered you the opportunity to be captain of a squad. Though it was one of the highest honours any soldier could be bestowed, you'd been feeling like turning it down. You’d found a family on Levi’s squad, and that was more important to you than anything. You didn’t mind hanging back in the ranks if it meant you got to spend more time with the people you cared about. You weren’t sure how to tell Erwin this yet. The thought of disappointing the commander also made you uncomfortable.

Levi saw the expression on your face and decided to drop the subject. “Well, I guess it won’t matter. Two days from now, we might not even have squads to command.” As his gaze returned to the sky, the stress lines reappeared on his face.

“You’re worried about the battle?”

Levi was rarely nervous, but his doubts in this situation were understandable. It was something that had been in the air, on everyone’s minds. Two days from now, you’d be taking over Wall Maria. If everything went well, there would be hope for humanity like never before. But if you failed, you not only risked losing more of your comrades, but you risked humanity never being able to make progress again. You risked extinction.

The feeling of terror was worse now that the number of people you needed to see return was growing. Worser still was that your care for two particular men had bloomed into something so profound that you couldn’t bear to have it ripped from you.

You looked at Levi and realized you would sell your soul to see him return safely.

Levi looked at you with an expression that reflected everything you were feeling. “Hey,” he said, sincerity leaking into his sonorous voice. “Promise you won’t die?”

“Only if you promise the same.” You and Levi locked eyes. In the air was a buzzing of feelings you couldn’t decipher. You’d known for a while now that what you felt for your captain was love, but what kind of love was it? And would you have a chance to find out?

It was at that moment that a commotion started in the kitchen. You could hear Sasha screaming something about “stealing the last potato” and Jean rebutting with something about “doing the right thing”.

Levi smirked, but regret twinkled in his eyes. “Guess we have to check on our children.”

“Guess so.”

As Levi stood, he looked at you one more time. His expression wavered, and vulnerability leaked into his words. “Tomorrow, Hange and them are throwing a banquet or something for all the scouts. While that’s happening, do you think… would you have time to spend with me?”

Just like that, a flock of butterflies released in your stomach. “Of course,” you said.

Levi smiled. It was as honest as a kitten’s purr, and your insides melted into butter.

“Good, I look forward to it. Now, let’s hope these brats haven’t made too much of a mess.”

***

The Office - Erwin

If Erwin Smith was being honest, asking you about his plan for the upcoming battle was an excuse. It was an excuse he didn’t realize was an excuse until you were standing there in his room.

Now, as he watched you, with your radiant smile and vibrant presence warming up his office, he realized that what he really wanted was this moment—having you alone.

You stood beside his desk, looking down at his notes. From where he was seated, he couldn’t help but notice the fine way your body angled toward him as you bent over to look at the documents. Since you’d stepped beside his desk and into his auric field, Erwin couldn’t ignore the tingling beginning in his legs and travelling up his core.

The commander had always found you attractive, but situations had made it so those attractions had room to breathe. Now, with you here alone in his office, he was suffocated by them. He felt the presence of your body as if it had a magnetic field. He noticed the proximity of your hips to his and the closeness of the hairs on your arm that would be so easy to stroke. He felt the ghost of his right arm incredibly at that moment; if it weren’t for the missing member, he would’ve probably already attempted to touch you.

“I think it’s perfect,” you said, your hips tilting slightly as you leaned over to read through his plans once more.

Erwin swallowed. How easy it would be to pull you into his lap… “Is there anything you would change?” he asked.

“It all sounds good to me. You’re a genius, Erwin.” You looked at Erwin, and the commander was struck double—one by the compliment and two by the way your eyes were glowing with the fire of admiration.

It started a pounding in his heart that amplified all the previous sensations he was feeling. “Thank you,” he said. “I always value your opinion.”

The commander watched the blush spread to your cheeks like a rose blooming in spring. Had his arm closest to you still been attached, he would’ve reached out to touch your cheek.

“I don’t feel like I’m much help,” you continued, your lips pursing as you turned away in shame.

Erwin wanted to reach out and stroke the insecurity from your face. “You are more help than you would ever know, (M/C),” he said. “You bring a lot to the scouts. I’m glad you’re here. Truly.”

It was the most honest thing he’d said in a while. You always knew the right thing to say to make him feel better. You were intelligent, but you didn’t flaunt it, and when you did add your opinion, it was always the exact thing he needed to hear. You were aware of things in a way others weren’t. Simply your agreement with him made him feel better about everything. Knowing you believed in what he saw made him feel as if he was actually doing something right, and was not just some lunatic driving everyone to their deaths. You made him feel human. And that in itself was a comfort.

“I feel the same about you,” you said. Your eyes watered with vulnerability as you looked at Erwin. “It makes it really easy to continue moving forward when there is someone like you at the top of it all.”

Erwin’s heart pounded. He gazed into your eyes and felt a terrifyingly new promise of hope. Along with it was a feeling he’d never thought he’d have—a feeling of wanting something more than the dream he had been chasing his whole life.

It took everything for him to stay seated and not defeat the gap between you.

“Thank you, (M/C),” he said. He tried to swallow, but all the saliva to do so was gone. A silence held for a moment, and then Erwin asked, “So, how have you been? Really?”

You breathed out a sigh.

As Erwin watched your body relax, he thought again of how easy it would be to pull you onto his lap.

“Good,” you said. “Almost too good. It scares me a bit, if I’m being honest.”

“I think I can relate to that feeling.” The truth is the commander understood too well. Especially in this moment, with you looking at him, his heart rising to something close to exaltation.

Erwin watched your chest rise and fall and wondered if you were feeling the same.

“Have you given thought to my offer?”

An expression of guilt flashed over your face. Erwin felt you instantly pull away.

“I… Yes, I have,” you started. You started to shift away from him as you spoke. “It honours me that you would consider me for the position. It really does, Erwin. But..”

A silence hung after your words, and Erwin understood.

“You want to remain with Levi.”

That look in your eyes was all he needed to know.

Erwin leaned back in his chair to ease the pain in his chest. “I understand,” he said. “These are trying times. It makes sense you’d want to spend it with the people you care about the most.” His lungs squeezed as he said it. He wanted you to correct him—to tell him Levi was just a friend and there were other reasons you wanted to stay on his squad. And that the expression on your face was not what he thought it was.

A lump grew in his throat. What started as a passionate ringing in his head droned into a headache.

He wanted you to correct him, but he already knew. As the commander of the scouts, Erwin Smith was trained at reading the plays of a battle in the heat of a moment—so of course he could read the feelings growing between you and his most talented recruit over time.

He understood, but still… “If you ever change your mind, the offer is always there. I think you’d make a great leader,” he said, his throat dryer than the imagined deserts in the lands beyond the walls.

“Thank you, Erwin.”

He expected you to leave after that, but you remained at his side. He hated the rush of hope that flooded him because of it.

Erwin Smith was a pro at planning things to work out to his advantage, but he was also a pro at living in the moment, and more often than not, it was chances that led him to victory. So why not take one now?

“(M/C),” he said. “Would you like to join me for a drink?” ***

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