#it's not nearly the same thing Connie

[backwzzds]

ೃ⁀➷ real bad gyal, eren jaeger

some old eren draft i had

“you know using him to make jean jealous aint really gon work, right?” you look over at your friend. her blond hair rested in waves as the makeup she wore shined, even in the dim light.

tiffany rolls her eyes. “of course it will. they’re friends.”

you twisted your face in response, “well…i wouldn’t exactly call it frie—“ tiffany cuts you off by handing you her drink and presenting herself better. she was preparing to go over and shoot her shot with local plug, eren, who was hosting the party with his buddies ony and connie. you never really interacted with eren a whole lot like that, but from what you heard, tiffany was not exactly…his type.

you wave your friend off as you lean up against the wall, awaiting her return. your eyes follow her over to the boy smoking a wood as he leaned against the countertop, laughing and enjoying his time with armin and connie.

you wouldn’t even call yourself friends with tiffany. she was just someone you had the majority of your classes with, and the only thing you shared in common with her was that you both had the same exact schedule as eren, and sometimes connie and ony. connie was a close friend of your brother’s so, that was the only reason why you were tight with him, and even ony.

tiffany approaches eren with a pretty smile on her face as she slickly inserts herself into the conversation with the guys. connie looks down at her with a weird look, unsure of exactly where she came from, but continues in with his story anyway.

you take a sip of your own drink and your mind can’t help but wander to how you were gonna cram for your anatomy and physiology exam in a week. you felt underprepared, and that anxiety clearly showed in your face as you dozed off into the atmosphere, mentally gone from the rowdy atmosphere around you.

“holon, check this,” connie scoffs as he makes his way to you. your attention is grabbed when the fully tatted boy nudges you. “yo, y/n,” you hum in response, facing him. in your peripheral, you could feel eren’s eyes move over to you, and now it was his turn to furrow his eyebrows. he’s seen you around campus sometimes, but you ran in totally different groups. he’s heard about you from mikasa’s study sessions sometimes, but that was bout it.

you peak his interest when connie begins begging you to backup his street cred in ball playing, causing you to laugh. you quickly cover your mouth feeling as if your laugh was loud and horrible, but it’s hard to compose yourself when connie is begging you to prove his point in beating your brother in basketball nearly every weekend.

“bro come on tell the guys!” giggling, you finally agree and walk up to the group hanging out in the kitchen. pouring yourself some more sprite in your cup, you make your way over to where connie, eren and ony were arguing.

“has this been going on all night?” you lean over and ask armin.

he rolls his eyes in response. “since last week. ony and eren doubted con’s basketball skills and the three of them have not been able to shut up since.” you could tell the poor blonde was tired of the bickering between the group.

“i just don’t believe you!” eren exclaims. “you claim to win with de’ondre every weekend but when you ball with us, you suck ass!”

your eyes widen at the insult. so he did know your brother. he was his plug after all. you turn to connie wondering if he was gonna say something back, but the boy shook his head and turned to you. “you de’s lil sister? miss crybaby?” a smirk forms on his lips as he teases you.

you roll your eyes at the nickname your brother coined you for his friends. “sure. we’ll go with that.”

the rest of the night is filled with giggles and laughs as you hang out with the boys. within half an hour, you leave to get yourself another drink, and eren follows after you.

the boy holds out a wood to you before asking, “you smoke?” as you looked down at the drug and before you could even get an answer out, eren waves you off and reaches behind his ear to pull out a blunt. “my bad. ladies don’t smoke woods.”

you give him a look, knowing damn well his customers say otherwise. “don’t you sell girls woods on campus?”

“not the pretty ones,” eren scoffs. “that your friend over there?” eren gestured his head over to where tiffany stood, pretending to be busy on her phone.

you shrug your shoulders and begin to pour yourself out some juice. “not really. just classmates.” you admit honestly. you and tiffany really weren’t that close. you had other friends you were closer to, and and she just wasn’t one of them.

“damn,” eren mutters. he felt like you were slightly cold. but in fact, you were just brutally honest. he liked that. “never heard someone get classmate-zoned before. that’s a new one, god damn.”

you roll your eyes in response. “we not really cool like that. we just got some classes together is all. she’s in your class.”

“hm,” eren hummed in response. “you in my class too?”

“i have been since freshman year,” you roll your eyes again. eren barely payed attention to things. “anyways, she was just tryna use you to make her ex boyfriend jealous.”

eren digs back into his memory to figure out who tiffany’s boyfriend could be. “wait that’s jean’s girl?!” tou nod your head in response and lean against a closet door. “that’s crazy.”

“why?”

“she’s been tryna get with me since high school,” eren chuckled with a scoff. “tried to fuck me and connie for free bud too. the streets is getting hard out here.”

“oh,” you raise your eyebrows in shock, but not complete surprise. now you understood why her and jean were on and off. you always knew she was weird. “that is crazy.”

“yeah, she’s not my type though,” the drug dealer shrugged casually as he lit up another wood.

you eye him, “yeah? what is your type?” you ask curiously. you weren’t sure if it was you or the alcohol talking, but you were just hoping you weren’t embarrassing yourself in front of him.

“for one, white girls are not my thing,” he admits. “i like you though.”

“oh? so you like bad gyal?” you joked with a playful raise of your brow. this causes eren to laugh brightly.

showing off his pearly whites, canines encased in real 14 karat gold plating, eren gives you a warm smile. “yeah, guess you can say so,” he shrugs. “you gonna let me take you out and see?”

[cindol]

Can you do a Connie with shy bimbo reader, and she's Ony sister that is off limit🙏🏿

Connie with a shy bimbo reader who’s also ony’s lil sister !

cw— reader is 23, Connie is 25, ma is used as a pet name, smut, pussy eating, clit sucking, cowgirl position,

a/n: usually don’t write this type of fics but hope u enjoy nonetheless anon 💙

wc: 1309 words

tags- @euphoricbi

The moment he saw shy!bimbo reader he wanted her. As Onyankopon introduced her with her by his side introducing her to the whole gang he just zoned out looking at her. He eyed her from the white earmuffs, pink sweater that matched with her comfortable looking pink skirt that fit her snug around her bottom and knee length pink platform boots.

Anything onyankopon was saying was going out one ear and out the other. When he caught her staring at him he did a small wave at her then smiled at her gasping then looking back down at the floor. He finally snapped out when onyankopon stopped his speech.”Hopefully you all welcome my lil sis nicely, she’s a part of the gang now yes?” Connie snorted at that, she was gonna be a part of the gang somehow by him

Connie didn’t respect onyankopon’s rule of her being off limits at all. When Onyankopon was in the living room chatting with all the other boys he snuck after her when he saw her head upstairs to the bathroom. He was gonna give her her own privacy to use the bathroom till he heard some crashing and yelp coming from her. He was hesitant, not wanting to invade her private time in there but concerned nevertheless so he twisted the doorknob opening it to a confused shy!bimbo reader on the floor with tissue on her face and shoes and what looked like toothpaste in her wig.

If this was anyone else he would’ve busted out laughing like he always does but came forward to her helping her up.”quite a fall huh?” She just trembled her lip pouting.”tried washing my hands.. heard toothpaste has like the same ingredients as regular soap.”

He sighed chuckling.”and where’d you hear that? Reddit?” “Mhm!” He nearly choked on his words from her simple hum and laughed taking the tissue off and kneeling down to the tissue off her boots then coming up to look at her hair, at the top was obvious white Colgate paste on her head.”never trust Reddit baby, now c'mon.. gotta convince your big bro somehow that this isn’t my fault even though it ain’t.”

shy!bimbo reader who sits in her brother's SUV while Connie gets told off by him. She didn’t know what words were exchanged but obviously harsh ones with onyankopon’s body language from her view of watching it through a window.

“Just stay away my little sister con, I know how you get. I don’t want your hands poisoning her.” Connie snorted.”I have no plans of “corrupting” her ‘kopon, was just helping the girl out. You should really teach her sense of direction and her surroundings because who knew how she would’ve ended up if I wasn’t around?”

Onyankopon just sighed touching the brim of his nose.”Just, stay away, yes? I know how you and eren can be so don’t try anything sneaky.” Connie waved him off groaning in a low voice then waving at y/n again when he caught her staring at him.

shy!bimbo reader didn’t listen to onyankopon’s warning at all and neither did Connie as they both found some way to get to know each other behind his back until he finally started to invite her to his house. On her first invite she was shy, hesitating to step inside and leave the front door. It was cute to Connie making him chuckle and lead her in by the small of her back.”Cmon ma, don’t be shy, come out that shell and c'mon in I won’t bite.”

shy!bimbo reader slowly but surely got comfortable with Connie with him showing and teaching her more things. When she told him how she never wanted to dress more proactive, not wanting to seem ‘easy’ he made a clicking sound with his tongue at that.”Bullshit, dress as nasty and inappropriate as you please, real men find that hot.” He said putting emphasis on hot, making her pouty lips make a o shape at that.

shy!bimbo reader for sure took his word though. Making his jaw drop when she would show up in a crop top pink jacket showing her belly and low waist jeans and a dark brunette straight lace with a more excited smile than a shy one at his foot step. Connie has a dry mouth before clearing his throat saying,”you look real different baby.”

shy!bimbo reader was always doing something to tease him now too and Connie couldn’t blame anyone but himself for teaching her these things. He was always caught by surprise when she would jump onto him when he was laying down and come in contact with his bulge making him groan whilst she giggled with a acrylic hand on her mouth. It was all playful to her in a way.”scared you didn’t I con?” While he was just groaning.”scared the damn pants off me nearly..” he mumbled under his breath.

shy!bimbo reader experiments more with connie. When they’re vibing she gets quiet at a flashing sex scene in a movie on the living room Tv and Connie could tell smirking at her when she looked away with her legs squished together.”That got you hot baby?” wrapping a hand around her waist for full effect.”hm?” He adds for full effect making her slowly nod and look at him.

“Wanna tell me what part you liked?” He paused the movie to stop the loud exaggerating moans coming from the flatscreen Tv. She bit her finger before answering.”liked the part where like.. he had her shoulders on his legs and had her screaming.” Connie’s hands started to inch towards her thighs.”oh yeah? Want me to do that huh baby?” His hands reached her inner thighs making her shiver a little and nod.

shy!bimbo reader gets whiny when Connie eats her out. Making whines and soft moans scratching at connie’s buzzcut head with her legs on his shoulders flailing around as he just eats so sloppily.”connieee!” He chuckled at how she was so lost in pleasure that she called him the wrong name and his laughter vibrated inside her pussy making her moan out and cry more arching her back onto the bed. When he pulls out tricks like tonguing and licking her clit it’s too much for her and her vision gets blurry letting out a final high moan and cumming.

shy!bimbo reader found out exactly what she liked doing with Connie especially in sex and that was riding him in the cowgirl position. She wouldn’t admit it because of Connie's teasing but it made her feel powerful to see him unravel from how she would ride him with her hands on his chest and her ass slapping right down everytime. His groans would turn into moans with him having to grip onto her waist to control himself.”Ugh fuck! m-ma! Slow down!” a stutter in his voice and his face just flushed unlike his usual cocky and joking self.

Y/n just continued to slam herself down onto him.”Mmph no! Y-you’re-ah!- pay back for always teasin’ and picking on me!” She did this until all was heard was moans groans and high moans erupting from them.

shy!bimbo reader started getting even more bold in public with him outside of just things inside his room. She didn’t deliberately say she’s shacked up with Connie but there were hints. The way she giggled at his jokes whenever he was around at onyankopon’s house always got some good eyebrow raises from Jean eren and armin.

Once onyankopon left the room for a quick moment they were quick to stare at Connie and Connie just stuck his tongue out and shrugged his shoulders.”What ony don’t know won’t hurt him.”

[yongbokology]

eren finding out he’s been beating his dick to his best friend of ten years

part two

black coded reader <3

warnings; self explanatory, not proof read

this happened on a random friday night. eren had gotten home from one of the worst shifts he’s ever endured and needed to relieve some stress. for the past few months eren found himself frequently visiting one particular nsfw twitter account.

he found it a few months ago, same scenario, needed to relieve some stress yada yada.

after scrolling endlessly for the perfect video to get off to, his thumb comes to a complete stop once he sees you riding your pink dildo like your life depended on it. his volume was on max and the sounds that escaped your lips hit him like a freight train.

your ass faced him as you let out a string of obscenities. “f-fuck.” “ngh, shit!”

he found himself instantly tightening his grip on his cock and stroking himself to the rhythm of your hips working against your hot pink toy, covered in your orgasm.

your face was nowhere in sight but eren didn’t really give a fuck about what you looked like. he needed a quick fix and you were giving it to him.

before he knows it, he finds himself getting off to your videos almost every day.. abandoning pornhub completely and not checking for other nsfw accounts he was familiar with.

he doesn’t think about it in moment but one day your phone is perched in a way where he can see a little more than what you normally show. he sees the full canvas of your back but what really catches his eyes is the small birthmark on your shoulder. his eyes linger on it for a split second before putting all his focus back to getting his nut off.

…

“it’s hot as fucking balls, we should’ve came at like nighttime or some shit.” connie complains, fanning himself while being consumed by the scorching sun that peered down at the beach.

“relax it’s not supposed to be like this all day, con,” you reassure him, shrugging off your clothes in the process. you were for sure gonna get tan lines. “historia can you get my back with the sun screen please?”

eren was busying himself with helping reiner set up the beach tent but spared a quick glance at you while reiner was trying to fix the side he was holding. his brows knit together when he catches a glimpse of your birthmark. in the moment he doesn’t know why it throws him off. you’ve known each other for so long that it wasn’t his first time seeing it but something about it in that particular moments left him puzzled.

…

it’s another night, eren is once again in his lonesome with nothing better to cope with than fucking himself.

of course, he goes to your account and sees that you posted something two hours ago. he licks his lips in anticipation as he clicks on the video.

at this point he’s a minute in and already close to cumming. eren found himself cumming faster to you than he normally did with other partners he’s been with and he isn’t sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. (he chalks it up to him being involuntarily celibate for months)

but during the 60 second mark he glances behind you and catches a glimpse of something just mere centimeters away from you. the checkered logo that eren saw literally almost everyday for the last two years.

it’s the hoodie of the autobody shop he worked at. he stops pumping his dick, panting heavily, on the brink of a beyond satisfactory orgasm. his eyes are nearly bulging out his head when you take the hoodie up to your nose and a soft moan flowing out your plush lips as you take a sniff of the fabric.

you stop riding your dildo, laying hoodie on a pillow, mounting said pillow and eren can’t even bring himself to fathom what happens next.

you begin grinding your wet cunt against the hoodie he’d lent to only one person.

in that moment eren just realized he’d been pleasuring himself for several months to his best friend that he’d known since forever and the worst part is? he nutted all over his phone without even finishing pumping his dick.

[seeingivy]

long story short

actor!eren x f!reader

**part of my method acting fic

songs mentioned: saturn by sza, so american by olivia rodrigo, lover by taylor swift, good luck babe by chappell roan, margaret ft. bleachers by lana del ray, make you feel my love by adele, false god by taylor swift, only angel by harry styles, and long story short by taylor swift.

an: buckle in friends. songs and tweets and all :D

previous part linked here

six months later

The two of you decide that it would be smarter not to stay in the townhouse, for the time being. Because while Eren had bent backwards and forwards to buy the house without Levi noticing – which included paying a hefty tip to the realtors dealing with the sale – there was something too melancholy about staying there – and not having a plethora of voices echoing across the walls. 

Eren’s first plan – to stay in the cabin in Ireland that his parents owned – was your next best bet. And really, it was the quietest little patch of land, accompanied by what might be the coziest town you’ve ever been in – and it was every bit of perfect. 

The cabin was two stories and maybe the uniquest little house you’ve ever been in. With gold accents, a green kitchen, and what might be the prettiest garden –  it was almost far too easy to pretend that you and Eren had left the bright shimmering lights and camera flashes behind. 

Eren’s morning usually starts hours before yours – only because he insists that he has to run in the mornings to get a good start to the day. If you’re in a good enough mood, he’s able to coax you to come with him and the two of you choose to walk instead. Sometimes you wonder if Sukuna and Teddy talk about the same thing on their walks that you and Eren do. 

The neighbors are either too old to mention anything or perhaps too polite. Because they show up here and there, unassumingly with a fresh loaf of baked bread, that they simply couldn’t let go to waste. And their kids that you happen to see on holidays, their eyes linger for a little too long – almost like they’re trying to convince themselves that it really is the two of you – but never make a comment about if they ever do get the shred of confidence. 

There’s a kid, barely eleven, who brings homemade yogurt around on Friday, as an errand before he can go play with his friends. Sometimes Eren makes him late to his basketball games, because he finds himself lingering by the door too long, talking about things that are entirely lost to you. Though you should have figured as much, because Eren was always popular with the kids.

And you find a stray cat three months in – one that Eren lovingly names Milo. A tiny british shorthair, with light green eyes and white fur. Upon first inspection, you told Eren jokingly that you simply had to keep him, because he had Eren’s eyes. Eren took the joke a little too seriously, but the little diva that Milo ended up being always kept things interesting. 

The only thing annoying about the cabin is Eren’s placement of the furniture, specifically the well loved coffee table that, in your opinion, needed to be centered in the main room. And that’s only because every morning, you’d get your breath nearly knocked out of your chest when you walked straight into it. 

“You know, you need to move that goddamn coffee table.” you grumble, rubbing at the side of your hip. 

Eren looks over, before placing his hands on your hips and lifting you up onto the counter. It’s a lingering kiss that he presses to your knuckles, as you use your free hand to rub at your eyes, before looking over at the pan. 

“Connie’s on his way?” you ask. 

“An hour out.” Eren responds. 

“Okay, I’ll go set the clothes out. Anything specific you want?” 

“The green hoodie. That you stole and thought I didn’t notice.” Eren grates. 

You jump off the counter, pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek, before padding back into the room and setting the clothes aside. And it’s only a few minutes before Eren’s at your side, giving you a half-appreciative smile for returning the hoodie. 

“Are you nervous? You know he’s going to have a meltdown right?”

Eren scoffs. 

“Serves him right for what he did. Walking around talking about his girlfriend – you know, I’m half convinced she doesn’t even exist, Y/N.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“He’s literally bringing her along. You should have at least told him I would be here so you know…he doesn’t have a heart attack or something.” 

The two of you took the idea of privacy too seriously. A little too serious, because now six months had passed and most of your friends didn’t even know you were together. And really, the two of you were very close to getting found out since you had an awards show to attend at the end of the month. 

If Eren was any bit as hopeless as the neighbors mentioned, they would have the two of you figured out within a split second. 

Levi and Hange knew, naturally. And then Colt and Falco, and by extension Gabi, since Falco seemingly could keep secrets, just not from her. And it extended out slowly – your parents, his and Zeke, Lana and Sukuna, and Jean and Mikasa. 

Lana and Sukuna was an accident. Because Eren had been calling Teddy and you accidentally walked in the background. Jean and Mikasa were similar and only because you accidentally let his name slip from your mouth when you called them after their honeymoon. 

The secret was well kept, but you knew the news was about to spread around to everyone, because Connie was about to find out, when he realized that you were living here with Eren during his little visit. 

“Well, it serves him right. He’s about to tell everyone we know. Because he’s going to have to tell Reiner, who will tell Annie who obviously can’t keep it from Armin and it’s just going to snowball from there.” Eren mutters. 

You shake your head at him, as the two of you pad out to the front where Eren’s left the plates of eggs steaming. You shuffle into your chair – making it a point to slam your notebook shut – and naturally, the gesture doesn’t get past Eren. 

“What are you writing?” Eren asks. 

“Nothing.”

Eren grins. 

“Are you writing a song about me?” Eren jokes. 

You roll your eyes. And Eren’s too quick with it – guising it by putting his arm around your waist – but he all but snatches the book from underneath your elbow. And he looks to you for confirmation before he starts flipping to the page he was looking for you can see the recognition clock on his face, before he looks over at you.

“Saturn, hm?” 

You take the book back from him, running your fingers over the inked lines and the tiny drawing in the corner. 

If karma's really real How am I still here? Just seems so unfair I could be wrong though If there's a point to being good Then where's my reward? The good die young and poor I gave it all I could

Stuck in this terradome All I see is terrible Making us hysterical There's got to be more, got to be more Sick of this head of mine Intrusive thoughts, they paralyze Nirvana's not as advertised There's got to be more, been here before

Ooh (ooh, ooh) Life's better on Saturn Got to break this pattern Of floating away Ooh (ooh, ooh) Find something worth saving It's all for the taking I always say

I'll be better on Saturn None of this matters Dreaming of Saturn, oh

It plagues Eren, in the smallest of ways. It was almost like he could tell that on certain days, the reality of it all seemed to wear you down, to the point where you really didn’t say too much and spent far too much time by yourself outside. He figured this is the closest he would get to really understanding what it was like for you, in the two years that you spent by yourself. 

And it does really bother him, that this is the only thing he can’t help you with. Because having six months of the still, quiet life gave you time to think, to really process everything that had happened. 

And it was chilling. Because it would almost be easier, if this wasn’t the only thing plaguing your mind. But he had asked you time and time again and the answer was always the same – that you didn’t have any regrets, about how the two of you came back together, the relationships that you repaired, or even the havoc you wrecked at the award shows. That really, they were all means to an end. 

But there was one regret you did have, and maybe in the cruelest of ways, it was the one you couldn’t put to rest in this lifetime – which was taking Marco for granted. 

The smaller things helped – the sweet stories about him in the two years you missed, the voicemail that Eren had gifted you at the funeral, and all the polaroids you pulled off the wall. But deep down, in the pit of your stomach, it was the only piece of it all that you hadn’t been able to rectify yet. 

“Yeah, Saturn.” you respond. 

“Have you given any thought to my offer?” Eren asks. 

You wrote songs about Marco often. And Eren read all of them, helping you work through piecing together the composition. But one of the songs – one you called Bigger Than The Whole Sky – seemed to concern Eren so much that he left a tiny little card on your pillow that night. 

With the number to his therapist. 

Eren doesn’t say much, only because he knows it’ll fall on deaf ears, and that sometimes with you – sometimes his hands in yours are the only thing that he can offer. And the quiet offer of the therapist he gave was more of a think piece for you – hoping that you’d at least give it a chance someday.

But the resolve of it all is quickly shattered when the doorbell rings – with Connie and his girlfriend behind the door. 

Eren sighs. 

“Are you ready for everyone to know our secret?” Eren asks. 

“No. And yes. I’m kind of just excited to watch him kind of have a meltdown.” 

Eren grins. 

“You and me both. I’ll go get him.” 

You pad into the kitchen, reaching for two empty dishes and plating the extra eggs for them as you hear Connie hollering at the door, and relish in the little wave of excitement that rises in your stomach. 

“Okay, well. I made breakfast so just kind of help yourselves. Do you need the bathroom?” Eren asks. 

“We’re good.” Connie responds 

Eren gives you a bright and glimmering two dimpled smile as he stops in the kitchen, before looking over at Connie who now looks like he’s some mix of constipated and fraught. 

“I made you guys some plates. I do hope you still like eggs, Connie, because we haven’t had a chance to do groceries lately.” you respond. 

Connie’s eye twitches as you give him a bright smile before walking closer and opening up your arms. And he’s almost too confused – because he barely hugs you back before turning to Eren. 

“What’s she doing here?” Connie asks. 

Eren smiles. 

“You’re not the only one with a secret girlfriend, Connie. Two can play that game.” Eren responds, as he takes the plates and gestures for Connie’s girlfriend to follow him to the main table. 

Connie pauses, before looking over at you. 

“You guys are pranking me, right? Because I didn’t tell you? Because that’s in no way funny.” Connie asks. 

You point to the polaroids pinned on the fridge – a mix of old and new – before turning back to him. 

“While we do love to mess with you, even we wouldn’t be that committed to a bit like this. Now come eat, you’ve had a long flight.” you respond. 

Contrary to your wishes, Connie, in fact, does not eat. He spends the first ten minutes staring the two of you down – to the point where it’s almost creepy – before asking you an insane amount of questions. 

When did you start dating? 

Or better yet, when are you getting married? 

How does it feel to be a traitor? 

And it’s only after an insane amount of questioning, before he slumps back down into his chair, before offering the two of you a sweet smile. 

“You’re really dating, right?” Connie asks. 

Eren rolls his eyes. 

“That’s the tenth fucking time you’ve asked me that. I’m starting to think that it’s insulting – is it really that shocking to you that a pretty girl would date me?” Eren asks. 

Connie rolls his eyes right back. 

“Yeah, when that pretty girl spends her time being just as clueless as you.” Connie responds. 

You avert your gaze to your left, where Connie’s girlfriend – Maryam – is sitting and give her a smile. It’s one that she returns right back, before whispering underneath Connie and Eren’s bickering. 

“You’ll have to forgive him. This is a really big deal to him.” she mumbles. 

“Don’t worry, I’m well aware. He’s spent half of his young life trying to play cupid, I would only assume that it’s overwhelming to finally see your dreams come true.” 

She gives you a smile, as you elbow Eren in the side, and signal for him to stop. 

“Speaking of cupid, how did you and Connie meet?” you ask. 

It’s horribly bad timing – because the big sip of water she took goes immediately back in the glass as she gives Connie a weary glare. And he gives her a bright grin, before turning back to you. 

“See, it’s kind of funny. She –” 

“Connie!” she whispers. 

“What? You’re going to have to tell them eventually.” Connie responds. 

“Yeah, but I just met them. This is the kind of stuff you tell people years later, as in "haha want to know something crazy?” not like…two seconds after you meet them.” she whispers back. 

You and Eren turn to each other, giving each other a look, before turning back to Connie. 

“They won’t care, I promise.” Connie responds.

She gives him a weary look, before turning back to the two of you with wide, doe eyes. 

“Listen. I swear to god, I’m not a stalker. Y/N, I didn’t even know you were going to be here…and…and I didn’t even know I was like…talking to Connie before I was talking to Connie.” 

Eren interrupts her. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks. 

She sighs, before lifting her palms and burying her eyes in the heels of her hand and Connie, for some unknown reason, seems to be enjoying himself a little too much. She gives you both one last look, before dropping her hands. 

“I met Connie on stan twitter.” 

“What?” you ask. 

“Well, he was one of my mutuals. And I…I always talk to my mutuals and we used to text all the time. And then I started really liking him and…and we made a deal to kind of meet up when he was in New York. And then I showed up and he was just fucking standing there. I knew for years that Connie was on stan twitter since he always used to accidentally send his burner tweets to his main but…I didn’t think I was talking to fucking Connie.” 

You and Eren bite down on your cheeks, fighting the urge to laugh. 

“Connie, I think you’ve finally met your match. This is kind of perfect.” you respond. 

“I know, right?” Connie responds, giving you a bright smile back. 

“You didn’t like…think he was punking you?” Eren asks. 

“Oh, I totally thought he was punking me. It was only until he mentioned all the things that we had talked about, over the years mind you, that I actually realized it was him I was talking to all this time. And it started to make more sense, because he always seemed to know more about things that were happening than what was kind of shown on the surface.” Maryam replies. 

You shake your head. 

“So who did you run a fan account for? Was it Connie?” you ask. 

She pinches her face. 

“Right. Well, I…I actually ran a fan account for you. Both of you. You’ve actually both interacted with me on Twitter…multiple times.” 

You slam your fist down on the table. 

“Oh my fucking god. You’re THE fan account girl. Your username is y/n jaeger and you…you have that green profile picture?” you ask. 

“Holy shit. We’ve like literally talked about you multiple times.” Eren adds. 

Connie takes his free arm and slings it around her shoulder, before flinging it around her shoulder. 

“Told you, they literally don’t care.” 

“I swear though, I’m really not a stalker.” she adds again, almost like she’s entirely embarrassed. 

You and Eren shake your heads. 

“Well, you didn’t even know I was going to be here.” you respond. 

“And you didn’t even know that the person you were talking to on Twitter was Connie.” Eren adds. 

“And for what it’s worth, if I remember right, you’ve been one of the people who’s been defending us since the start – especially when it wasn’t a very popular thing to do. Which is something we’re really grateful for. And well…I’m happy if Connie’s happy, which he very clearly is.” 

Connie gives her a smile, one that she returns, before turning back to you guys. 

“I know it’s kind of silly, but I just really liked you guys. I was really into fashion when I was a kid and I really liked your stylists. And then I watched your show and listened to your music – and I just really loved it. Classes and medical school and all that would get really stressful, but it was fun to talk about the little hints that you seemed to leave in your music and the beautiful documentary you made.” 

You and Eren turn to each other and smile. 

“We appreciate that, really. And well…this kind of worked out perfectly, because we might need your help in a few months.” you respond. 

“With?” she asks. 

Eren sighs. 

“We kind of want to keep the public off of our tails for some time. While we’re fine with telling our friends now –” 

“You better be fine with it because I already told Reiner and Sasha.” Connie adds. 

Eren gives him a glare before turning back to Maryam. 

“I know you have a lot of followers and if…if you made it seem like…” 

“Like you guys weren’t dating, other people would believe it.” she finishes. 

“Yeah. We’ve just spent so much of our relationship out in the open, we…we kind of want to share it with everyone when we’re ready.” you add. 

She smiles. 

“I’ll do what I can.” 

Connie helps you make dinner on the last day of his visit – only as a gesture to thank the two of you for your hospitality and for finally getting back together. It gives Eren time to show Maryam the final scripts of Attack on Titan that he has saved, delighting her by sharing all the scenes that got cut or edited in the final season. 

“Can I ask you a question?” Connie asks. 

“Sure.” 

“Are you happy?” 

You smile. 

“Very happy, Connie. Really.” 

Connie gives you a smile, before leaning forward. 

“But?” he asks. 

“No buts. I am really happy.” 

“I don’t doubt that, but…surely there must be other things you’ve been thinking about. I feel like there’s something else kind of lingering in your…aura.” 

“Don’t talk to me about auras, Connie.” 

“You’ve got a weird and off putting vibe every time I interact with you on your own, princess.” 

You sigh. 

“Did you talk to Eren?” you ask.

“No. I can just tell. So there is something that’s bothering you?” 

You pause, abandoning the spoon in the pot, as you look down at the mix of noodles. It’s a pink sauce – one that Connie swears by – that included a decent amount of the leftover vodka that you and Eren had gifted to you by the neighbors. You made a passing joke that Jean and Mikasa would love this dish and it made Connie laugh so hard he nearly burned his own hand off. 

And you’re not sure where it comes from but before you know it, there’s hot tears pouring out of your eyes and Connie’s warm arms around you. And it’s a quiet whisper that you’re able to muster out in response. 

“Yeah. There’s something bothering me.” you respond. 

“Well, no shit, princess. You’re getting snot all over my shirt. What is it?” 

You fight the urge to laugh at the sarcasm before pulling back and looking up at him. 

“Marco.” 

Connie sighs, before giving you a nod.

“Yeah, that’ll do it.” Connie responds. 

You pause. 

“I just…feel like something’s wrong with me. Everyone else seemed to have moved forward from it or…or seem like they’re handling it better than me.” 

“I think there’s different circumstances. What you have to move on from is entirely different from what the rest of them do.” Connie offers. 

You heave another sigh, using the back of your hand to wipe the wetness away. 

“What do you mean?” 

“What you went through was entirely different than what someone like…Sukuna struggles with or Eren for that matter. They’ve had their fair share of struggles, but yours is just different than theirs. That means you can’t compare the two. They talked to them right until the end. And because of your circumstances, you didn’t. It must be hard not to blame yourself for it.” 

Connie pauses. 

“When I was struggling after rehab, being…being around things like that again, at afterparties and stuff…I found it really hard to even keep my head level in situations like that. It was so overstimulating…so overwhelming, that I found myself locking myself in my house alone with her for a week.” 

“You sound like me.” you respond. 

“That’s exactly the point. Sometimes things are so overwhelming that you can’t do anything but that. Locking yourself in the house till you have a bearing on it. And people like Sukuna and Eren, I…I almost envy them sometimes. They find a way to keep moving forward when all I can find myself doing is standing in one place and staring at myself from the outside in.” 

“Eren’s really hopeful. And I know deep down that he is right. That Marco wasn’t mad at me, not in the slightest. But…I can’t help but be mad at myself. I feel like sometimes I’m reliving the entire thing over again.” you respond. 

Connie smiles. 

“You sound like me.” Connie murmurs. 

“You seem fine, though. For the most part.” you add. 

Connie reaches forward, cupping the side of your face. 

“I’m lucky enough that the people I’ve wanted to make amends with are still here. But even then, that wasn’t enough, not for the blame. Sometimes…you need a little extra help. And really Y/N, there’s nothing wrong with that.” 

Connie’s ears seem to ring in your ears as you watch him and Maryam drive away. And even more so when you and Eren settle in for bed that night and he reaches over to shut the light switch. 

You reach for Eren’s hand, locking your fingers in with his in the sheets, before squeezing three times, a gesture that he returns. 

“Eren?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Do…do you still have that card that you gave me? A few weeks ago?” 

Eren leans closer to you and you take the invitation to crawl into his open arms. 

“Of course I do. Did you want to use it, sweetheart?” he whispers. 

The warm tears return and Eren’s quick to wipe them away. 

“Yeah, I think so.” 

--

At the end of the month, Connie’s beloved girlfriend helps devise the best plan known to man. Which involved a little bit of acting, lying, and theatrics – something you and Eren were no strangers to. 

It was fairly obvious, after everything that had happened, it would be hard to make people believe that you and Eren hadn’t ended up together. And she figured it would only work if you admitted to the fact that you were dating other people and really sold it in your last press tour and awards campaign that you were soulmates – but in the platonic type of way. 

It’s why you spent three weeks in the press talking about your new beloved boyfriend, Bruce, who was just a normal guy that you met at your recording studio. Coupled with the newest song you released – so american, something Eren most definitely wouldn’t call you – people were quick to switch the breaks and think otherwise. 

Eren was doing the same, fawning in any and every interview, about his sweet new girlfriend Margaret, one of the assistant costume designers that he met on the set of Attack on Titan. About how she was the sweet love of his life, who had shown up right when he needed her. 

It wasn’t an entire lie. 

Besides the fact that it really is so fun to pretend in plain sight, the awards show was the first time that the group of you got to be together again. You were seated right next to Lana and Sukuna – the former of which is exuding the sweetest glow from her baby girl that’s due any week now and the latter who has a set of choice words for you when you take your seats together. 

“I don’t get it. Why don’t you just fucking tell people?” Sukuna mutters. 

You smile. 

“Simple. We don’t want to.” you respond. 

“Yeah, but your boy toy is about to win the award of his dreams, again, and you’re about to be ten feet away getting cock blocked by lesbians.” 

You smile. Eren, in all of his brilliance, was nominated for the Best Actor in a TV Show, yet again. And truly, it was no competition – you were all positive that he was going to win, something that he wasn’t so keen about himself. 

“We can hear you.” Ymir mutters. 

“We can switch seats if you want Y/N, for that part. If you want to sit next to Eren.” Sofia adds. 

You give her a smile, before sinking back into your chair and looping your arm through Ymir’s – who was going to be accompanying you as the opener on the Birds of a Feather tour, with her lovely Sofia, who she married last weekend. 

“Where are Jean and Mikasa? I have an itch to get blackout drunk right now.” Ymir mutters. 

“No point in trying.. They’re already back there and borderline blackout drunk with empty flasks already..” you respond. 

“Figures.” 

“They pressed some really wet kisses to my cheek earlier. If I didn’t love them, I would find it absolutely disgusting.” you add. 

You give Ymir and Sukuna a light nudge at your sides, before standing up to the group of people walking up to you. 

“Oikawa, right? From Haikyuu?” you ask. 

He towers over you, looking down at you as he offers you a smile. 

“That’s right. We’ve replied to each other a lot on Twitter.” he responds. 

“Right. It’s nice to meet you in person, again. I feel like we’ve probably walked past each other a bunch of times, but…it’s nice to talk.” 

He smiles. 

“Listen, I was planning on telling you this last weekend, but I’m planning on bringing my girlfriend to your opening show next weekend. She’s a really big fan…and she’d love to meet you.” 

You place a hand on his bicep, and really, only because you can’t reach his shoulder. 

“Of course. I’ll get you a seat in the VIP tent with everyone else coming, okay?” 

“What was last weekend?” Sukuna asks. 

Oikawa turns to his left, giving an entirely unassuming smile.

“Hm?” 

“You said you were going to ask her last weekend.” Sukuna clarifies. 

“Oh! Right, I just figured you’d be at Historia’s wedding that’s all. But she told me, it really is a shame that you were all too busy.” 

You’re dumbfounded as he gives you all one last smile, before walking away. And Eren and Connie are quick to join you at your sides, Eren’s hand ghosting across yours at his side. 

“What did that tool want?” Eren asks. 

“Did Historia tell you that?” Sukua asks, to which you shake your head.

“Was he hitting on you? I’ve seen him on Twitter, don’t even get me started.” Eren mutters. 

Sukuna rolls his eyes. 

“Dude, this is so not the time to be getting your panties in a twist.” Sukuna responds. 

“What did he say?” Connie asks, nudging you in the side. 

“Historia got married. Last weekend.” Ymir states, an almost gravelly tone to her voice. 

Connie and Eren give you a weary look, before turning back to her. 

“She didn’t invite any of you and told all the guests that you guys were all too busy to come. Too busy to come because you were at my wedding, with the date I've had set for months now.” 

Sofia stands at Ymir’s side, looping her arm in with Ymir’s as she offers a small smile. And it gets worse – because the horribly timed news made you all forget that Historia was the opener for the show that you wer eall sitting at. 

You can’t help but admit it, but the willowing white dress that she wears is beautiful. But there’s a part of it that haunts you, almost like she’s a ghost instead of a bride, as she takes the center of the stage with a pink guitar and a glimmering ring on her finger. 

“My name’s Historia Reiss. This is my newest song, everyone – it’s called Lover.” 

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my Lover

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my Oh, you're my, my, my, my Darling, you're my, my, my, my Lover

You watch as Ymir sinks into her seat, securing her own hand in Sofia’s, as you look over at Eren. And in the few seconds that you have between the commercial break, before you have to head backstage to announce the award, you lean forward and place your chin on her shoulder. 

“Are you okay, Ymir?” you ask, shooting Sofia a pinched smile over the way. 

“She’s fucking insane.” Ymir mutters. 

You’re taken off guard by the hostility. Only because in every rehearsal that you’ve shared with Ymir, she’s all but remorseful for how things ended with them – and even moreso, was looking forward to being friends again. 

“What do you mean?” you ask. 

“She’s trying to piss me off. I’ve heard that fucking song – it’s one she wrote about me when we were still filming season three.” 

You wince, sharing a look with Eren, before turning back to her and squeezing one of her shoulders. 

“I don’t know what her problem is. If she’s trying to make me feel…regret over what I did last weekend, that’s far from it. I have no regrets about the people or the person I’ve chosen for myself. She can sing herself sick about it if she wants to.” Ymir finishes. 

“Good for you.” Connie states. 

“Huh?” Ymir asks. 

“Good for you. Really. You know what you want and you’ve had it by your side this entire time. If she wants to be bitter about it, she can go right ahead. That won't stop you from having that by your side or make her feel any better – and I’m sure she’ll realize that eventually.” Connie finishes. 

You give Connie a smile, before gesturing to take your open seat as the ushers arrive to take you backstage. And you’re met with the sight of Hange and Levi – with a glimmering golden trophy and an envelope in their hands. 

“He won, didn’t he?” you ask. 

“We don’t know.” 

“Do you think they’d like kill me if I opened it?” you ask, as Levi places the glittering envelope in your hands. 

Hange smiles. 

“In all seriousness kid, I think they’re kind of anticipating you will. WIth you as the announcer and us handing over the trophy, it’s fairly obvious they’re expecting something great.” Hange responds. 

You give the two of them a smile as you turn over the envelope, breaking through the latch of the sticker, and pulling the little cardstock slip out. And surely enough, it’s in bright, bold letters. 

Best Lead Actor in a TV Show - Eren Jaeger, Attack on Titan: The Final Season 

You look up at them and smile, trying to contain that scratchy feeling in the back of your throat. 

“He did it.” you whisper. 

They both give you bright smiles as they link in their arms with yours, the three of you waiting for your cue at the side of the curtains. And on their mark, the three of you walk out into the bright lights, as you scan the crowd for where Eren’s sitting – noting the bright smile on his face and the wink he offers you. 

“I think the fact that I’m standing here, with Hange and Levi at my sides, is proof that one of the best actors of our generation has won one of the most special awards here tonight.” 

And you watch as Jean and Connie’s eyes go wide, as they reach forward and secure their hands on Eren’s shoulders, jostling him as he brings his hands up to his cheeks – in utter disbelief. 

“While he’s winning an award for acting tonight, I truly do think that the recipient is a jack of all trades. Because he’s been so involved in this beautiful show – from picking the co-star in his first chemistry screen reading, to bringing life to the pages, and at the end, actually writing them. It’s been a joy to watch him in his element for the last ten years and really, to share such a big part of my life with someone who is so special.” 

You look down at the envelope, pulling out the slip again. 

“The award for Best Actor in a TV show goes to Eren Jaeger, Attack on Titan: The Final Season.” 

It’s an obscene amount of hollering – mostly from Reiner, Connie, and Jean – as you watch Eren hug Gabi and Falco before pressing a kiss to Lana’s cheek and making his way to the stage. And it’s almost too sweet – getting to watch the lingering hugs that Hange and Levi give Eren, before he turns to you to give a polite hug. 

You take the few seconds you have to say your piece. 

“Hey. Guess what?” you whisper. 

“What?” 

“I told you so. All those years ago.” you respond. 

Eren presses a kiss to your cheek, before the three of you all shuffle off to the side, and watch Eren from a few feet away. And you watch as he runs his hand nervously through his hair, before looking down at the award. 

“I promise I’ll make a speech this time.” Eren starts. 

You all laugh, as he looks over at you, before turning back to the crowd. 

“I…I truly have no words for what this show has meant to me and what it has brought me. Almost ten years ago, two writers turned screenwriters, for whatever god awful reason, saw a film in which I had all but ten minutes of screentime before I got killed off. And for some reason, it spoke to them – so much so that they decided to make me the lead of their show. It seems strange at first, but they’re the first people I find myself being the most thankful for, because they’re the only reason that anything after came. I’ve made…” 

Eren’s voice cracks and you swallow hard. 

“I’ve made lifelong relationships and…and a real family. I’ve had the privilege of meeting my partner in crime, Connie, the sweetest friends I’ve ever had, Jean and Mikasa, and maybe one of the only people who understands me best, Armin. I’ve met maybe one of the most important people in my life, Y/N L/N, who gives definition to being the best friend and partner everyday, and most of all, I’ve met the love of my life, my sweet Margaret. There are no words for how thankful I am, really. Thank you so much.” 

There’s a resounding sound of cheers as Eren links his arm in with yours and the four of you clump together backstage. And in the few seconds of quiet you have, you reach forward and cup the side of his face before pressing another kiss to his cheek. 

“I’m so happy for you, Eren. You dream came true – the right way this time.” 

Eren smiles, before linking one of his hands in with yours. 

“You next.” Eren states. 

You scoff. 

“Leave it to you to make your award about me. Just be happy.” you respond. 

“I am happy. But really, you’re next.” Eren states. 

“You can’t become triple threats twice, Eren.” 

“You know, I’ve happened to write very convincing letters in the past. To have them accept demos from me on behalf of you, to consider you for awards for years on end. I think I’ll try my luck on that one and see where it gets me, sweetheart.” 

--

The following week, Eren’s standing by your side backstage with Sofia on the other side, in the mere minutes before you perform. If your timing was correct, Ymir was halfway into her set and seriously killing it, meaning that you were going to follow in under an hour. 

Gabi and Falco are the first ones to greet you backstage – and the first guests on the Birds of a Feather tour. 

When you think back to the past, all the memories of touring are the worst. Because the only thing you can remember is your legs shaking from the exhaustion, your ears deaf from the screaming, and your chest hurting from the pain – before you were dragged onto stage another time by Danny and Sareen and forced to do it again. 

It’s why you kept the tour relatively short by your standards, with thirty-six shows, and your friends by your side. 

If they wrote the songs with you, they could perform them with you too. And while Glue Song was technically Gabi’s request, Falco’s the feature – so it was only fair to let both of them sing it with you on the first day. 

And you watch from far as Eren stands behind both of their little vanities, hearing the ends of their conversation – as Eren reassures both of them before taking pictures of the two of them together. And it’s almost like he can see you watching him, because he turns to look over his shoulder, before offering you a smile and walking over. 

“Not that people know, but you and I are kind of the first ladies of the Birds of a Feather tour.” Sofia states. 

“What do you mean?” Eren asks. 

“My wife is the opener. Your girlfriend is the main set. We’re the first ladies.” Sofia states. 

Eren snorts as he reaches for the back of your hair, readjusting it against your bodysuit, before giving you a smile. 

“Ready?” 

“I think so.” 

Sofia gives the two of you a sweet smile, as she loops her arm in with yours and leans her head against your shoulder. And three songs in, you feel her tense you at your side. 

“Oh god. Here it comes.” Sofia murmurs. 

“Here what comes?” you ask. 

She turns her head to the side, confused. 

“She didn’t tell you? She added a new song to the setlist, it’s…about Historia.” Sofia responds. 

“Does she know that Historia’s actually here in the tent? With her husband?” 

Marcus, Historia’s newly wedded husband, was nice. It’s really the only word that you could use to describe him, because honestly, it didn’t seem like there was much else going on besides that. He mentioned a plethora of niceties when you met him hours prior – that he had missed you at the wedding, that he had memorized all the songs before the show started so he could fully enjoy it – and that was it. 

You could tell that he didn’t have the faintest idea about Historia and Ymir, or Historia at all. 

But he was kind. And he wouldn’t hurt Historia and you supposed that was all that mattered.

“That’s kind of the point, Y/N.” Sofia mumbles. 

The three of you inch closer to the edge of the stage, just out of view of the curtains, as you watch Ymir’s visuals change – bright graphic letters spelling out Good Luck, Babe! 

It's fine, it's cool You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth And guess I'm the fool With her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof

I don't wanna call it off But you don't wanna call it love You only wanna be the one that I call "baby"

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling You can say it's just the way you are Make a new excuse, another stupid reason Good luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck) You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling Good luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck) You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

You look over at Eren, who is crushing your hand to oblivion at your left, before turning back to Sofia. 

“Jesus Christ.” Eren whispers. 

“I can’t even blame her. Historia came for blood last weekend.” 

“That’s not even half of it. It gets worse.” 

You and Eren widen your eyes, before leaning forward and paying attention again. And it’s insane, because Ymir’s crouching on the ground – before she fully lies down and starts belting into the microphone. 

When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife And when you think about me, all of those years ago You're standing face to face with "I told you so" You know I hate to say, "I told you so" You know I hate to say, but, I told you so 

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling (well, I told you so) You can say it's just the way you are Make a new excuse, another stupid reason Good luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck) You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling Good luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck) You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

--

a year and a half later 

After almost two years of being married, Jean and Mikasa welcome a baby girl, named Olivia, in October. And on her fourth week of life, they invite all of you over to meet her in Seattle. 

You’d be lying if it didn’t fill you with dread. 

“Why are you freaking out?” Eren asks, reaching down to adjust the charms of your necklace, the Saturn charm now accompanied by an ocean wave, against your collarbone, before looking back up at you. 

“Babies don’t really like me.” you state. 

“You know, they can kind of sense when you’re all…tense and stuff. Just relax when they ask you to hold her.” 

You groan. 

“Jean and Mikasa can keep their empath baby to themselves. What do you mean it can sense if I’m stressed?” 

“You’ll drop her if you’re being too stiff. Just cradle her head against you.” Eren responds. 

“That’s exactly why I can’t hold her!” 

Eren rolls his eyes. 

“She’s basically like your niece. You’ll have to hold her eventually.” Eren deadpans. 

“Maybe when she’s older. Fully conscious and talking and stuff, you know. Like Teddy.” 

Eren sighs, almost acutely aware of how hopeless you were when it came to this, from the way you acted with Lily. Except Sukuna was far less faith in you than Jean and Mikasa and agreed with you every time you refused to hold her out of fear. 

Eren locks his hand in with yours as he drags you to the porch, only to be met with Zeke and Carla answering the door. 

“You’re finally here!” 

Eren’s mom pulls you forward, nearly side sweeping Eren and trapping you in a crushing hug as you give Zeke a pained look at your side, to which the two of them only laugh in response. And when Carla lets go, she brings her hands down to your wrists, before squeezing. 

“You’re a vision in yellow! This dress is beautiful, Y/N.” 

“Mom. You’re laying it on a little thick there.” Eren mumbles, placing his hands on her shoulders before pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“Shut up, Eren. This is the closest I’ve gotten to having a daughter.” Carla states. 

You look over at Eren – entirely aware of how much his parents, or more specifically Carla had been, about how he needed to propose soon. But Eren rolls his eyes as he walks off, greeting Lana and Teddy in the kitchen as you turn back to her and wrap one of your free arms around her. 

“Did you see Olivia yet?” you ask. 

“She’s beautiful. Oh, she looks just like Jean.” 

“Well, that’s a shame.” you respond. 

“I heard that, twerp.” 

You look over to find the source of the voice – a very tired Jean, with a stubble and a well grown out mullet – glaring at you. But the second you look at him properly, he gives you a smile as you run forward, wrapping your arms around him as he returns the gesture. 

“Hi, Mr. Dad.” 

“That’s the best you could come up with? Mr. Dad?” 

“Saying just Dad is weird. But I had to acknowledge the fact that you…have a whole child just out here and breathing and stuff.” 

“Wow. You really have such a way with words.” Jean states, as the two of you trail down to the kitchen, where Eren and Jean do their weird handshake. 

You feel a tugging at your legs, before you pick up Teddy who leans his head against yours. 

“You get bigger everytime I see you, kid. 

“I’m a growing boy.” Teddy shrugs, as you turn to Lana and laugh. 

“He’s getting every bit of sass from Sukuna.” Lana states. 

“I can tell.” you respond, before turning back to him. 

Sukuna presses a kiss to your cheek as a greeting, before Connie and Reiner join the group as well and do the same. 

“How are you today, Teddy? Did you see baby Olivia yet?” you ask. 

“Yeah.” 

You smile as you turn over to Eren, who leans against the counter and watches the two of you from a few feet away. He fights the urge to take a picture – only because Sukuna would tease him into oblivion – and makes a mental note to ask for one like it later, of Teddy snuggled in your arms and resting his head against your cheek. 

“Did you like her?” you ask. 

“She’s cute. For a baby.” 

“You wanna tell Y/N what you told me, Theo?” Sukuna asks. 

Teddy sits up, turning to Sukuan with confusion. 

“Tell her what, Dad?”

“About what you did when you saw Olivia.” Sukuna clarifies. 

He turns back to you, a smile on his face. 

“I held baby Olivia all on my own.” 

You turn back to Sukuna and Eren, the two of them laughing with irritating smiles on their faces as you stick their tongues out at them. 

“Oh, be quiet.” you murmur. 

“If my literal child can carry that baby, so can you.” Sukuna states. 

Sukuna rolls his eyes, before taking Teddy from your arms. 

“I’m gonna grab a drink.” Sukuna states. 

“I’ll come with.” you respond. 

The two of you walk quietly out to the little backyard, as you fill three glasses of lemonade and hold one out to each of them. 

“So do you just not want kids in the future?” 

“What? Of course, I do.” you respond. 

Sukuna snickers. 

“Are you not going to hold your own child?” 

You roll your eyes. 

“Pump the brakes, Sukuna. Eren and I aren’t even married yet.” 

“Speaking of. Are you two ever going to tie the knot?” 

You shrug. 

“We’ve talked about it before. It’s definitely in the cards but I told him that he should wait until he feels ready. And things are really nice now, the way they are. I figure he’s just soaking in it all.” you state. 

“Would you say yes if he proposed?” Sukuna asks. 

“Are you crazy?” 

“I mean…you’re saying that you told Eren to wait until he was ready. There’s no doubt you will of course, but are you ready for that?” 

You nurse the little glass of lemonade close to your chest, before looking up at him and smiling. 

“I’ve been waiting to marry him since I was like sixteen. Of course I’m ready.” 

Sukuna gives you a smile, before gesturing for you to follow him back inside where Eren’s waiting for you patiently. And you can tell by the excited smile on his face and the way that he grabs your waist exactly where he’s leading you next. 

“You should be excited. This is literally both of our best friends, in one person.” 

“I am excited. I just want her to like us, that’s all.” 

When you enter the room, it’s quiet – with Levi, Jean, and Mikasa’s mom by the crib and Mikasa sitting in the bed, rearranging the little toys. 

You and Eren beeline in different directions, with him heading straight for the baby and you heading straight towards Mikasa’s side. And you can’t help but do it – reach forward and cup her cheeks before hugging her full on. 

“Mikasa, you look so cute.” you mumble, as she nearly crushes you with her death grasp of a hug. 

Mikasa pulls back, rolling her eyes, as she eyes your dress. 

“Are you saying I look different after Olivia?” 

You roll your eyes. 

“You’re all full in the face. With rosy pink cheeks. It’s adorable.” you whisper. 

“Well, you’re quite adorable too. This is a beautiful dress – I’m going to side sweep Eren and propose first if he doesn’t get around to it.”

“I heard that, Mikasa.” Eren deadpans, from his far corner of the room. 

“That was the point, goofy.” 

Eren frowns as he walks over to her side, offering her a hug before sitting down with the two of you. 

“Goofy is the best you’ve got?” Eren asks. 

“There’s a baby in the room. I can’t exactly call you an asshole now, can I?” Mikasa whispers.

You both giggle, only to be stopped by the glare that Levi gives the three of you, as you clear your throats. 

“She’s perfect, Mikasa. She’s got your eyes.” Eren states. 

“Oh thank god. Carla gave me a heart attack downstairs when she told me the baby looked like Jean.” 

It’s only then that Jean walks over, with the tiniest bundle of little pink blankets in his hand, that the three of you stand up. And you take the natural position, standing slight behind Eren as he looks up at Jean, eyes wide. 

“Can I hold her?” 

“Dude, go ahead.” 

You and Mikasa share a look, irritated by their nonchalance, as you watch Jean carefully transfer Olivia over to Eren’s arms. She’s quick with it – securing all five of her tiny fingers around one of Eren’s fingers as he laughs, looking over at you. 

And Eren’s quick to notice that despite all your self-proclaimed fears about holding babies and giving birth, you have the same curious look in your eyes that you had when you met Lily. 

“Olivia, my name’s Eren and this is Y/N. Your parents are basically the coolest people we know.” Eren whispers, almost like he’s not trying to disturb the quiet peace in the room. 

“Well, not your dad. He could use a little help in that department.” you respond. 

“Stop badmouthing me in front of my child.” Jean responds, reaching forward to flick you on the forehead. 

But it’s right at that second that Olivia lets out the quietest little coo, before readjusting in her little blankets. And it’s enough to make the group of you laugh, teary eyed smiles from you and Eren, as Jean walks over to Levi and hands him the camera to take a picture of the five of you, together for the first time. 

And in the thirty minutes that Eren spends holding Olivia and whispering with Mikasa, it’s the free second that you take to talk to Levi. 

“Look at you. Trying to butter up Mikasa’s mom.” 

Levi glares. 

“She’s my sister.” 

“Right. I kind of forgot about that.” 

Levi rolls his eyes, as the two of you look out of the window, at the group of them all chattering downstairs. You can’t help but smile at Teddy and Lily sitting at the table, who are showing a very interested Ymir and Connie all of the drawings that they’ve allegedly done together. 

It was mostly Teddy of course, but he just liked to include Lily in everything he does. Which is something you’re told that Sukuna and Yuuji do together all the time – and it makes your heart warm all the same. 

“Is there a reason you never had kids, Levi?” you ask. 

Levi smiles. 

“Hange can’t have kids.” Levi states. 

You feel your throat dry the slightest, as you look over to the left, where Hange and Sofia are playing a very intense game of chess. 

“I didn’t know that. I always figured that you two weren’t…”

“A lot of people did. And I suppose that made it easier, because it really did break our hearts that we didn’t get to have any.” 

You smile, before leaning your head against his shoulder. 

“If it makes you feel better, I know that myself and fifteen of my peers have always seen you as a father figure.” 

Levi smiles. 

“It does actually. Only because my self-proclaimed children are all so talented that I have so much to brag about.” 

You press a kiss to Levi’s cheek as Eren beckons for you to join him downstairs, now that Olivia’s fallen asleep. And you all but oblige, trying to memorize the sickeningly sweet kiss that he gives you on the way down. 

“Do you ever think we’re going to have kids?” Eren asks. 

“Eren. You’re basically like born to be a dad.” you whisper. 

“What?”

“Every kid we’ve ever met loves you. Of course, we’re going to have kids. I’ve even taken the liberty of naming them already.” 

Eren gives you a confused look, before knocking on your forehead. 

“Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?” 

“Hilarious.” you deadpan. 

“No seriously. I’m shocked Mrs. Scared of Pregnancy because of Reddit threads from when you were thirteen is saying this to me right now.” 

You roll your eyes, trying to make your way down the stairs, before he pulls back, pressing a kiss to your cheek as a consolation. 

“Okay, I’m joking. But tell me the names.” 

“No. You’re being rude.” 

“Come on. They’re going to be my children too. I want to hear it.” 

You sigh, crossing your hands over your chest, as you look up at him. 

“If it’s a boy, we’re going to name him Marco.” 

Eren smiles, giving you an approving nod, as you twist the rings on your pointer finger. 

“And if it’s a girl, we’ll name her Maya.” 

“Maya?” 

“Well, the plan is hopefully that we have a boy and a girl. We’ll name our kids after Marco…and his favorite poet, Maya Angelou.” 

Eren leans forward, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. 

“That’s a deal.” 

--

Two days later, you and Eren seem to right a historical wrong, in your long winded history, in the mere hours before you attend Lana’s album listening party.  

By visiting the Seattle Aquarium, the way you were supposed to all those years ago. 

It was your idea when you made your weekend plan to be in Seattle. Because Eren had three extra days before he started shooting and before you headed back to New York to record with Niccolo – and it only felt right. 

Despite your horrible track history of attendance, the owners of the Seattle Aquarium granted you entry on Sunday, the day they were closed, and offered you the place for the entire day. Though you suppose, it’s only because you’ve given them such gracious donations over the past years. 

When you walk in, you run your fingers over the bronze plaque as Eren looks over your shoulder, admiring the lettering. 

With special thanks to Bruce and Margaret, whose generous donations have benefitted our environmentalist efforts and preserved over forty-five species of fish over the past year, nearby in the Pacific Ocean. 

Eren takes your hand, the two of you taking the little blankets and pillows, and setting them up right in the center of the aquarium, before you lie down against the little makeshift fort you made. 

And you’re not sure what it is – the dim lights and the overwhelming blue – or the fish swimming all around you and Eren in their not so little fishbowl, but you can’t help but feel the strangest sense of nostalgia. That a few years ago, you saw Jean and Mikasa get engaged for the first time, and it pushed you so hard that you were ready to confess to him under these same lights. 

“Do you ever think about what would happen if we actually ended up coming here last time?” you ask. 

Eren looks over at you, pressing a stray kiss to your forehead, before messing with one of the strands of your hair. 

“Sometimes. I figured we’d have to fight out of there someway, just in a different way.” 

“What do you mean?” 

Eren pauses. 

“They’d run a slander campaign against you. They’d probably dox Falco and Colt and your parents would get in the crossfire by proxy.” Eren murmurs. 

“Yeah.” 

“I figured they’d probably give Connie all the big roles so he wouldn’t have any reason to leave. Everyone would know about Lana and Teddy and well…I don’t know if Sukuna would be on our side the way he necessarily ended up being.” 

You lean closer to him, interlocking one of your free hands in with his. 

“I don’t know if we’d stay together.” 

“We’d stay together.” you murmur. 

“Yeah. I do figure it would be harder though. We kind of lucked out, twice, with how isolated the set was and then the cabin.” 

And Eren reaches into his pocket, wrapping one of his free hands around you as he opens up a little green box, to a glimmering diamond ring. 

“I figure this would happen farther down the line if things went that route.” Eren mumbles. 

You’re taken aback as you sit up in the little pile of blankets as Eren follows suit, a sweet smile on his face as he presses the little box into your hand. 

“I don’t necessarily know how things would have ended up if we got to be together all those years prior. All I remember, really, is watching you drive away from me and feeling like I had just experienced the loss of my life. For a second time. It only feels right to me that we get to promise to seal the deal here, for good, like we should have all of those years ago.” 

Eren takes the box from your hands, plucking the ring out of its little slot, and takes your hand in his. 

“Will you marry me?”

You can’t help but lean forward, nearly knocking him back down into the pillows as you press a kiss to his lips, which he smiles into. 

“I’m taking that’s a yes?” 

“Oh my god, Eren. Yes, obviously.” 

Eren sits up again, this time carefully securing the ring around your finger, before lifting your hand and pressing a kiss against your knuckles. 

“Did you tell anyone you were doing this?” 

Eren shrugs. 

“I asked for your parents and Falco and Colt’s blessing. Then I remembered that Levi exists and asked him for good measure too. And Lana, of course, just because I can’t keep anything from her.” 

You smile. 

“Was there someone else I was supposed to tell?” 

You pinch your lips into a line. 

“No.” 

“Oh my god, there totally was. Who did I forget?” 

You fight the urge to laugh as he reaches forward, tickling at your sides as you shove him off. 

“No one, Eren. I love the ring.” 

Eren twists his face in confusion, before leaning forward. 

“Who said anything about the ring?” 

You pinch your eyes shut, before reaching forward and placing your hands on his cheeks. 

“I love the ring. And I love you, it’s really not –” 

“You told someone what type of ring you wanted, didn’t you?” 

You sigh, as you look down at the sparkling diamond on your finger, that really is perfect. 

“It was a tiny request that I had. I should have known that you’d tell Lana and not Mikasa, in hindsight.” 

Eren shakes his head. 

“That’s not a big deal. I’ll just get you another one.” 

“Eren.” 

“Really, I was planning on getting you multiple anyway. You have to have one that has a silver band and one that has gold, because I know that you hate mixed metals. So really, you can tell me what it is that you wanted and I’ll keep it in mind.” 

You sigh. 

“It’s kind of cheesy.” 

“I’m not lactose intolerant, Y/N. Just tell me.” 

You sigh. 

“I like the diamond, but I wanted it set with another stone.” 

“I do like unique rings. Which one were you thinking?” 

“An emerald. Because it’s green, you know?” 

And you watch as Eren grins, fully understanding your request this time, as he leans forward, his lips a few feet away from yours as he whispers. 

“Are you telling me you want a green emerald because my eyes are green?” 

“Sue me, Eren!” you deadpan. 

And it’s a lingering kiss that Eren presses to your cheeks, before he leans back and looks up at the fish. You follow his gaze to the two yellow fish swimming near the top, as they make their way down to the other side. 

And Eren looks over at you and smiles. 

“No, I don’t think so. I think I’ll just marry you instead.” 

--

You’re slightly late to Lana’s listening party and the two of you sneak in towards the back door, where you greet everyone waiting for you backstage.  And it’s quite obvious that Lana and Sukuna shared the news with everyone the second you arrive – because Mikasa reaches for your hand the second you walk up to her and Lana gives you a lingering hug. 

“Oh thank god, I was starting to get worried.” Mikasa states. 

“All the comments got to you the other day, didn’t they?” Sukuna asks. 

Eren rolls his eyes. 

“On the contrary, asshole. Though the comments did start to piss me off, because I was doing so well at hiding it before you all started bringing it up and making her think about it.” 

There’s a little dinging overhead, signaling that Lana had to start, as the group of you all head out to the little audience – filled with about fifty of Lana’s fans who nearly start screaming the second you all walk out to listen with them. 

“Hey.” Eren whispers. 

“What?” 

“I’ll be back, but you should keep your hair in the front.”

“What? Why?” 

“I left a mark earlier.” Eren responds, squeezing at your shoulder as you glare at his retreating form. 

He shoots you a wink over his shoulder, before he walks backstage and Lana walks on. And it’s sweet, the flowery dress she’s wearing and the purple guitar as she takes the stage. You feel a tap on your shoulder, to find Sukuna at your side, smiling at you. 

“Congratulations, stinky. There’s not many times that I find myself believing in things like this, at least not before anyways, but you’ve proven me wrong, time and time again.” 

You loop your arm in with Sukuna resting your chin against his shoulder, as you watch Lana start to tune the guitar. 

“I could say the same thing about you.” you respond. 

The two of you quiet down as Lana starts and Eren walks behind her, taking a seat at the piano. He shoots you a smile from his spot, starting to play the piano composition as Lana starts talking. 

“I’ve written lots of songs about people in my very long career of music, now. And I’ve had many songs written about me by my friend Eren here. I figured it was only fair that I returned the favor by writing about him and his beautiful fiancee, with his help of course.” 

Eren smiles as he leans closer to the microphone. 

“This song is called Margaret.” 

This is a simple song, gonna write it for a friend My shirt is inside out, I'm messy with the pen He met Margaret on our rooftop, she was wearing white And he was like, "I might be in trouble" He had flashes of the good life He was like, "Should I jump off this building now or do it on the double?

'Cause, baby, if your love is in trouble Baby, if your love is in trouble Baby, if your love is in trouble When you know, you know When you know, you know

It kinda makes me laugh, runnin' down that path When you're good as gold 'Cause when you know, you know 'Cause when you know, you know And when you're old, you're old

Like Hollywood and me, that diamond on your ring The soul that you bring to the table One that makes me sing In a minor key Diamond on your ring 'Cause when you know, you know When you know, you know

--

The two of you tie the knot a year later, on a chilly December night, back in the old townhouse. It’s decorated to perfection – the walls that you originally took down are now covered again with polaroids of you and Eren, but all of your loved ones too. 

True to Mikasa’s statement all of those years ago, the flower girls at your wedding are Olivia and Lily – but they can’t exactly walk yet, so it’s only fair that Reiner and Connie carry them and their little flower baskets down the aisle. 

As busy as Mikasa and Jean are with the baby, they give up their spots as best man and maid of honor to the more seasoned parents, Lana and Sukuna. Though it feels entirely wrong to have Lana standing on your side and Sukuna on Eren’s, so you decide to switch the roles. Teddy’s quite possibly the best ring bearer and Levi’s the perfect person, who gives a sweet passionate speech about holding out for love, as the officiant of your wedding. 

Levi, however, is full of all sorts of tricks – which is something the two of you only note when it’s time for you to do your first dance. Because instead of the piano quartet that you organized, he’s sitting on the bench next to Hange instead, tapping on the microphone to get your attention. 

“I believe it’s time for the first dance.” Levi states. 

Hange rolls her eyes, before taking the microphone. 

“You’re so stiff, Levi.” 

“You talk then.” 

“No, you always tend to have a way with words.” 

You look up at Eren, admiring the two little pins on the lapel of his jacket – a crescent moon and the Saturn pin – before looking back at the two of them and their antics. 

“Eren and Y/N. You’ve written quite a few love songs, not only about the beautiful love that you share with each other, but the love that we all seem to have for one another as well. And really, we figured it was only fair that we all repaid the favor, by writing a song about the two of you for you to dance to.”

“And well, we know how much being surrounded by the love in the room means to you. So we’re going to invite everyone to join you on the dance floor, so you can be surrounded by it.” Hange states. 

The group of them all give you sweet smiles, as you all walk out onto the little makeshift floor, as Hange and Levi start playing the piano, Levi’s quiet voice filling the backyard. 

When the rain is blowing in your face And the whole world is on your case I could offer you a warm embrace To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows and the stars appear And there is no one there to dry your tears I could hold you for a million years To make you feel my love

You pause from looking at Eren, as you pull him closer – resting your ear against the beating sound of his heart – and catch it all again, the love in the room so warm it’s almost suffocating. Because it’s Falco still stepping on Gabi’s feet after all these years, Ymir spinning Sofia way too many times, and Jean and Mikasa dancing with Lily in their arms. 

“Can you believe they wrote a song about us?” you whisper. 

“I’ll fucking say. It was about time. Do you know how many weddings we’ve carried on our backs by writing songs?” 

“Don’t exaggerate, Eren. It was only like three.” 

“Three too many. I was expecting the damn fanfare when I walked in.” 

You both laugh, before leaning forward, and looking over at Hange and Levi – soft smiles that they give each other, as they play the piano together. 

I know you haven't made your mind up yet But I will never do you wrong I've known it from the moment that we met No doubt in my mind where you belong

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue I'd go crawling down the avenue No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do To make you feel my love

--

Eren makes his SNL debut three months after the fact and you figure that there's no better time to announce the fact that you and Eren are together. A silly little skit – where your fake characters are both named Margaret and Bruce – is the perfect end to what the two of you started at the beginning of the week, when you released your songs False God and Only Angel on the same day. 

But unbeknownst to Eren, you change the original plan you had – to play False God at the end of the show – and choose to play a different song at the end. Eren turns to you, giving you a last wink as the show starts rolling, and he turns to the camera. 

“Once again, Y/N L/N-Jaeger.” 

There’s a resounding sound of cheers as Eren takes his side next to Connie and Maryam at the front, as you start strumming on the guitar. 

Fatefully I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me Misery Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep

And you passed right by I was in the alley, surrounded on all sides The knife cuts both ways If the shoe fits, walk in it 'til your high heels break

And I fell from the pedestal Right down the rabbit hole Long story short, it was a bad time Pushed from the precipice Clung to the nearest lips Long story short, it was the wrong guy Now I'm all about you I'm all about you, ah Yeah, yeah I'm all about you, ah Yeah, yeah

The first thing you catch sight of when you look out is Hange and Levi. And the first thing that comes to mind is that speech – watching Hange spilling tears into that microphone, watching it in your pajamas with Colt at your side and Falco fast asleep somewhere in the corner – and it makes your stomach jolt. 

Actually I always felt I must look better in the rear view Missing me At the golden gates they once held the keys to When I dropped my sword I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door And we live in peace But if someone comes at us This time, I'm ready

Ricky comes to mind next, but it’s only because you can see Lana and Sukuna in the third row – their heads leaned against each other as they hold hands. Because it’s not exactly the justice she exactly deserved, but years after the fact, his horrible mouth had landed him on a blacklisted list of actors – and really, he was never to be seen again. Hyla and Scott were always around, but never warranted a second thought after what you had done to them – tearing their once empire to the ground with your own bare hands and a pencil. 

No more keepin' score now I just keep you warm (keep you warm) No more tug of war now I just know there's more (know there's more) No more keepin' score now I just keep you warm (keep you warm) And my waves meet your shore Ever and evermore

Past me I wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things Your nemeses Will defeat themselves before you get the chance to swing And he's passing by Rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky And he feels like home If the shoe fits, walk in it everywhere you go

The raw spot of hurt that was reserved for Marco softened over the years and the over-consuming feeling it once used to give you was now open – for you to give to other parts of your life. To your friends, to your family, and to Eren. 

Eren. 

Now I'm all about you (and now) I'm all about you, ah (and now) I'm all about you (and now) I'm all about you, ah Yeah, yeah I'm all about you (and now) Yeah, yeah I'm all about you

You can’t help but smile at him, feeling your heart nearly pounding in your chest, as you look at him – smiling back at you from the front row, his hands pressed to his chest, with a silver band around his ring finger. 

Long story short, it was a bad time Long story short, I survived 

Hange had told you, indirectly all those years ago, to show people the real you. And as much acting as you and Eren had done - method and otherwise - you supposed there was nothing more real than the love that existed between the two of you.

Eren closes the distance and you swing your guitar to the side as he brings his hands around your cheeks and presses one last kiss to your lips before the camera cuts. 

--

an: a very bittersweet goodbye to one of the most special fics i've ever written. i truly do not think that there are enough words that i can string together (which as ironic as someone who is a fic writer) to explain what this fic has meant to me, what your interactions have meant to me, and everything else in between.

this fic has truly been a piece of my heart - not only because i've poured so many of my real emotions into each of the characters, but also because it's brought me so much joy to share with people - and to have them nitpick and find all the little clues i've been leaving along the way.

whether you've been reading since july or just picked it up in the few days before it was finished, thank you so much for being here 💌

PS: method acting fun fact! this fic was actually a REQUEST that I wrote for someone, if you can believe it. further proof to kind of interact with writers and show ur love bc u can ask for a fic and then be stuck with this mumbo jumbo of almost 270k words at the end of it.

peace and love!!! ronnie out <3

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[brave-and-gentle]

Whatever you do, don't think about Jean and Connie's friendship post-rumbling.

They each lost the person closest to them, Marco and Sasha, respectively. Even though the brain cell trio was *strong,* Jean always felt a piece was missing - and we know S4 Connie was never the same after Sasha died.

Don't think about how Connie also lost everyone in his family.

Don't think about how Jean is terrified to see his parents again and wonders if they'll think he's a monster now (they won't ofc but still).

For these reasons, I can see Jean and Connie clinging to each other *so much stronger* post-rumbling. I see them finding a place to live together and comforting each other after one of them wakes up in the dead of the night, screaming and crying from a nightmare. I see them dedicating a table of little things that remind them of Marco and Sasha.

They go everywhere together and get nervous without each other for more than a few hours - especially if one of them comes home later than expected. They eat every meal together. They hold birthday parties for Marco and Sasha every year. Connie comes with Jean to see his parents in the first time in over three years, and the Kirsteins end up essentially adopting Connie as their second son.

When Connie and Jean find loved ones to settle down with, they insist and living next door. Their children spend nearly all their time together.

They are everything to each other. They are terrified to lose each other.

[daisynik7]

“Meet Me Halfway” by Black Eyed Peas - fluff for Jean Kirstein please i BEG i love this song so bad

Meet Me Halfway

Can you meet me halfway? Right at the borderline is where I’m gonna wait for you.

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x reader (gn)

Word Count: ~2.1k

cw: red string of fate/soulmates trope, canon universe, canon divergent, spoilers up to Season 4, fluff

Summary: Jean’s red string of fate was loose ever since he was born. It seems like everyone but himself has found their soulmate here on Paradis. It’s only when the scouts finally head towards the sea that his string becomes a little less slack. Could it be that his fated partner is on the other side in Marley, behind enemy lines?

Author’s Note: Hi anon! Thanks for the request for the y2k karaoke party! I’ve been fascinated by the red string of fate/soulmates trope for a while now, so I wanted to try my hand at it here! This is just a little taste of this, maybe I’ll expand on this story in the future. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thanks for reading! Divider credits to @/saradika.

The first time they ever see the ocean, they’re speechless, neither of them speaking to one another, taking in the breathtaking view. Cerulean blue shimmers throughout the entire expanse, nearly a mirror image of the clear sky above. It took them a few days to get here and Jean was beginning to doubt just how great this thing called “the sea” could be. He never expected anything like this, though. As if the picturesque scene before him isn’t enough to get his heart racing, for the first time in his entire sixteen years of living, the red string tied around his wrist, only for him to see and feel, finally tightened just the slightest. 

The lore behind the red string of fate is no secret among those living in Paradis. Each child is born with it cinched around their wrist; the other end supposedly tied to their soulmate. Jean’s has been slack since he can remember. That is, until now. While it isn’t as taut as some of his other friends, like Mikasa with Eren and now Armin with Annie, only he can tell the difference. It’s been a running joke since they found out the truth about the other side. Connie teases him and Sasha about it constantly. “Maybe your soulmates are in Marley? How does it feel to be bounded to our enemy?”

Sasha, like Jean, has never felt any differences in her rope throughout her lifetime. He turns to face her, pointing to his wrist, curious if she feels the same. Her jaw is dropped, and when she notices him signaling to her, she closes it, gulping loudly, slowly nodding. 

When they all dismount their horses to explore the water, Jean momentarily forgets about it, focusing only on how cold the ocean feels on his feet, how salty is tastes on his tongue, how incredibly far it reaches, surely farther than his eyes can see. It’s only after their skin starts to wrinkle that they retreat, sitting on the warm sand instead, watching the waves crash onto the shore. He nudges Sasha. “So, you felt it too, right?”

“Yeah, I did,” she answers, hesitant. She caresses her wrist in her other hand, biting her lip.

Connie butts in. “Felt what?”

“Our strings. They’re a little less loose now that we’re here.”

He smirks. “I told you! Your soulmates are on the other side!”

Jean leans back against his hands, groaning. “I don’t want my soulmate to be on the other side. The other side has been trying to kill us for hundreds of years! This is so messed up.”

Sasha hugs her knees, pouting. “I agree. This sucks.”

Connie pats her shoulder. “Hey, you don’t have to marry your soulmate, you know. Plenty of people don’t! My parents weren’t soulmates, and they turned out just fine.”

“But you’re planning on marrying Hannah, aren’t you? Once this is all over?” Hannah is a childhood friend from Connie’s hometown, and the two have been in much more contact recently. 

He chuckles. “I mean, not right now. But yeah, maybe in the future…”

“So your argument makes no sense!”

“This is different though! If your soulmate really is in Marley, I think the universe will forgive you for not marrying our enemy.”

Jean groans again, staring at the glistening ocean in front of him, shaking his head. “I just can’t believe they’re really out there and not here.” 

There isn’t much they can do for now, considering they have no means to get to Marley with the current resources they have. Jean buries it in the back of his mind, trying not to think about it while they spend the next month building a base near the shore. They anticipate a Marleyan ship to arrive soon, scoping the island before implementing their attack to capture Eren, the Founding Titan. What the other side doesn’t anticipate is Paradis being prepared to ambush them to carry out their own plan in infiltrating Marley. The first one arrives when they expect it. With Eren’s Titan abilities protecting the rest of them, they manage to capture the ship easily, taking those on-board hostage for questioning. Sasha, who is usually uninterested when it comes to matters not involving food, is surprisingly invested. She watches carefully from outside the tent, waiting for them to be released from their interrogation. Jean accompanies her, unclear about her intentions until she explains to him. “My string, Jean. It’s tight. My soulmate is in there.”

They haven’t talked about it since, both choosing to ignore it for the time being. Jean’s is still as slack as the first day they arrived here, and if he’s being honest to himself, it’s crosses his mind nearly every day. A small part of him wishes he was experiencing what Sasha currently is.

Eventually, a young man with brown eyes and blonde hair steps out, looking terrified. He glances at his wrist, then his surroundings, landing his gaze on Sasha’s, who’s peeking from behind a box. She gasps loudly upon eye contact, kneeling down to hide completely. Jean does the same, not before noticing the man make a similar expression, surely curious.

Sasha doesn’t say anything more about it, though Jean can tell she’s intrigued. A few days later, like fate, the man who they find out is named Niccolo, starts working at the port as a chef. Sasha is smitten as soon as she takes a bite of his food, and from then on, the two are inseparable. Jean can’t help but feel jealous. 

With all of his friends acquainted with their soulmates, Jean is growing more and more impatient by the day. It takes over two years for Paradis to organize their first trip to Marley and he’s among the first to volunteer, not only to help the scout’s reconnaissance of enemy soil, but for his own ulterior motive to finally find his soulmate. He doesn’t disclose this to anyone, though he’s certain that his best friends have a hunch. 

When they finally arrive to Marley, it’s stimulation overload. They attempt to stick together as soon as they step foot off the ship, though it’s difficult when there are so many new and exciting things to try. It’s especially hard for Jean when he notices his string getting more and more taut with each step he takes deeper into the city. 

They all decide to split up momentarily to explore, agreeing to meet back at the port in an hour. Jean and Connie follow Sasha through the crowded streets. She’s being led by her noise and eyes, searching for the tastiest, most delectable looking treats to try upon Niccolo’s instructions. “You have to try ice cream!” he told her days before they departed and it hasn’t left Sasha’s mind since. She sneaks glances at the small note he gave her, trying to match the words he wrote to the storefronts. “There! I see it! An ice cream parlor!” She rushes towards a colorful shop, pushing her face towards the glass window, drooling. Connie drags her towards the entrance, which dings as they walk through. Jean increases his pace to catch up and the string around his wrist is tight now. He scans his surroundings, trying to see what direction the little rope is pointing to. As he follows his friends inside the shop, it’s unbelievable taut now, and he’s certain that his soulmate is inside this ice cream parlor. His heart races, simultaneously terrified and excited to meet you. 

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A little over two years ago, you notice the string around your wrist feels heavier on you than usual. You’re often teased about your soulmate being an “island devil” on Paradis, considering you’re the only Eldian left in Liberio without a one. In all honestly, it doesn’t bother you, the idea of your destined partner being on the other side. Even if they are an “island devil”, you’d still like to meet them. After all, you’re soulmates for a reason, right?

You spend several minutes each day sitting at the port, staring out towards the sea, wondering what they are like. You ignore the propaganda that’s been spewed at you since birth and instead fantasize about what their interests are. Do they like the same things that you do? What do you have in common, besides the rope that ties you together? How much taller or shorter are they, what color hair do they have? Do their eyes twinkle with kindness the way you picture they do? Will their smile be as charming as you imagine it? You dream about this for over two years, slowly letting the fantasy fade into the back of your mind before you lose your sanity. It’s easy to obsess over something, but it’s hard to get out of it once it consumes you. There’s no guarantee that you’ll ever meet them at this rate, so you go about your life as usual, distracting yourself from any romanticized ideas of your uncertain love story.

Today, you’re behind the counter of the ice cream parlor you work at. You started working here several months ago, hoping to be near the port in case one day, they arrive. The past few days, you convince yourself it’s just your imagination, the gradual tightening of the string. This morning, it’s tauter than it’s ever been before, and you’re certain you’re not making this up anymore; they’re here, they’re actually here. 

There isn’t time to go looking for them yourself, so you begin your shift, itching for the hours to pass quickly so that you can leave to begin your search. Fortunately, you don’t have to. Two people around your age enter the shop first, behaving oddly. They’re dressed normally, though something about them piques your interest. It’s especially alarming at how stiff the string is now, so you inspect each of their wrists carefully, dejected when you don’t see a match. The girl presses her nose to the glass, ogling at the ice cream displayed in the freezer, drooling. Her friend, a boy with a shaved head, tugs her off, apologizing with a nervous chuckle. “Sorry about her. She gets a little crazy when she sees something she wants.”

You smile at them. “No need to apologize. Our ice cream is the best in town, so her reaction is understandable. What would you like?”

The girl blurts out, “Everything!” 

“Sasha! We don’t have enough money for everything!” 

She pouts, eyes flitting across each flavor. “But they all look so good! How am I supposed to decide which one to pick?!”

Feeling generous, you offer, “I can do a sampler platter, if you’d like.”

Sasha’s face brightens. “Really?! You’d do that? How much would that cost? Connie, how much do we have?!”

You wave them off, beaming at them. “It’s on the house. Consider it some good old Marley hospitality.”

They gawk at you, shocked, and it only makes you giggle louder. You retrieve one of your larger bowls and ready your scooper, starting at one end of the freezer. The bell on the front door rings, but you’re too busy to greet the new customer directly. “I’ll be with you in just a moment!” 

It’s only now that you realize how stiff the string is, practically quivering now from being pulled so tight. You look up and see a young man staring at you, holding his wrist up with the same red string coiled around him, an uneasy grin on his face. “Hello.”

You almost drop the scooper into the carton, astonished to have finally found him. “Hi,” you say, heat rushing into your cheeks, taken aback at how handsome he is. “Um, let me just finish this.”

“Jean, you’re distracting our new friend here! She’s giving us all this ice cream for free!” Sasha exclaims, salivating over the bowl overflowing with ice cream now. 

He smiles at you, running his fingers in his hair. “Sorry. Please, continue.”

It takes you a few seconds to refocus back on your task. Eventually, you scoop all twelve flavors into a bowl, handing it off to Sasha and Connie, who dig in immediately as soon as they sit down. You pass a spoon to Jean. “Would you like to try? Before your friends finish it off?”

He laughs, grabbing it. “I guess I should, right?”

“Or I could scoop your own if you’d like. Which one do you want to try?”

He studies each carton carefully, pointing at your favorite flavor by coincidence. “This one is calling out to me for some reason.”

Your heart beats quicker, amazed by this serendipity. “That’s my favorite,” you admit, getting him a scoop.

“I had a feeling it would be,” he replies, beaming.

[jeansplaytoy]

“Ain’t Shit.” - c.springer

(part seven here.)

final part

you and connie probably won’t be arguing again for a while.

here we go.

three months later, or something like that. you sat on the stool in the kitchen of another house party.

you hadn’t seen connie, physically, in a while. you’d see him post on social media, and you’d talk, facetime, do normal things that friends do. but you hadn’t seen him in about a month, maybe he’s just been in his house more.

you twirled side to side in the stool, the music was loud, and you hadn’t been to a house party in a long time.

“girl, why’s this lowkey lame.” sasha muttered, leaning over on the island counter while taking a hit of her vape. mikasa, holding a blunt slowly nodded, “right?”

“y’all know where connie at?” you asked, tapping on the marble counter. mikasa and sasha looked at each other before looking at you. “why, you wanna see him or sum’? damn, where is connie?” mikasa squinted and looked around.

“you been talking to him recently?” sasha asked, taking another hit of her vape and ghosting it.

“nah…” you paused. “well, yeah. kinda. but that nigga don’t really be talking to nobody no more, i guess. so we kinda stopped in the beginning of this month.” you said, shrugging and closing your eyes.

mikasa pursed her lips together. “girl, he prolly miss yo ass too, you never know.” she raised her eyebrows.

“if he missed me he would’ve been here right now.” you rolled your eyes and shook your head with a slight smile before hopping off the stool. “i’m finna go pee, i’ll be right back.” you said as sasha and mikasa nodded.

you walked towards and up the big stairs, to the bathroom and locked the door behind you. you handled your business, washed your hands, fixed your makeup in the mirror, and twisted the knob to the door.

when you walked outside the bathroom, your shoulder hit someone else’s, nearly making you tip over.

“excuse you.” you said with a frown, and just before you were about to walk off with an attitude, you felt your arm being grabbed.

you whipped your head around with a frown that didn’t last very long before you looked up.

“look at’chu. same attitude.” connie smiled.

you moved your arm away and looked up at him with a surprised face. “why you here?” you asked. connie laughed a little. “it’s a party, why wouldn’t i be here. who you here wit?” he asked.

“the same people i’m always here wit. don’t act brand new just because you been distancing yo self.” you muttered and crossed your arms, looking him up and down. connie smacked his lips and looked around. “i ain’t been distancing myself, i just been… at home.” he shrugged. you slowly nodded. “yeah, that’s why we ain’t been talking— okay.”

connie stared at you for a minute before his eyes roamed your body. “you still fine. i see that ass got fatter.” he smiled, moving his head to look over your shoulder a lil.

you couldn’t help but chuckle and shake your head. “yeah, ight, how you been?” you tilted your head, taking a sip of from the long straw in your margarita. connie hummed and bit his lip. “i been ight, what bout you, mama?”

you smiled a little at the nickname. you hadn’t heard it in a while.

“i been okay.” you said, looking over to avoid eye contact. connie smiled and raised his eyebrows. “just okay? you ‘posed to be great. what’s wrong?” he tilted his head a little.

you looked up at the ceiling, not really knowing what to say.

“come on, we can talk about it in the car.” he said while putting one hand on your waist, leading you through the house. you made it outside, not daring to look at him. he opened the car door for you and you got in. he walked over to the drivers side and did the same.

licking your lips nervously, you looked at your nails.

“so wassup? why you seem so sad?” he asked. you bit your lip softly and shrugged. “ion know. im not sad for real… it’s just been… boring? ion know how to explain it.” you turned your body towards him and rested your leg on the seat.

connie frowned a little. “bored? what, you ain’t had shit to do?” he leaned back a little. you nodded slowly. “yeahhh, sumn like that.”

connie stared at you for a minute as you got silent. it was weird, but not in a bad way.

“i missed you. a lot.” he said, looking at your nails. you looked at him with a small smile before rolling your eyes. “you ain’t miss me, you just sayin that.”

“i’m deadass.” connie laughed. “like for this whole time we ain’t been talkin? i missed yo big head ass.” he said, softly nudging your head. you shook your head and looked away. “i missed you too, connie.”

connie smiled and bit his lip. “hell yeah, that’s why you been so bored. so wat’chu tryna do now.” he asked. you frowned with a smile. “huh?”

“i meannn, i miss you, you miss me. it’s been what, three months?” he shrugged, glancing forward and then back at you. you went silent for a moment, realizing you still hadn’t told him whether you were getting back together or not.

“ight, listen. you know i love you, right?” he grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers. you slowly inhaled and exhaled, nodding. you liked moments like this, but at the same time you hated them, because it made you all emotional. and growing up how you did, being with the people you’ve been with, affection through communication wasn’t even in the picture.

until you got with connie, and he started doing and saying things no one’s ever said to you. it made your heart feel so good, you could barely take it.

“and i’ll do anything for you. like anything. i’ll die for yo ass. i just need you to understand, ion care if you say yes or no to what im asking you. but i’ll always be there for you, y/n.” he mumbled, staring at you as he continued to hold your hand. you couldn’t even look up.

“look at me.”

“connie-“

“i’m for real.”

you sighed quietly and moved your gaze to him, looking him in the eye.

“i love you, okay? you my lil pretty girl.” he said, tilting his head back a little to stare into your eyes.

you slowly started to smile while rolling your eyes. “i love you too.” connie bit his lip before looking you up and down. “so you wanna start over, or what.”

you went quiet.

“okay.”

“deadass?” connie frowned. you nodded. “for real.”

he laughed before grabbing your face, peppering it with kisses before finally kissing your glossy lips, making his a lil shiny, he started back continuously kissing you, making you laugh harder. “okay, connie, move!” you tried pushing him off of you, but he didn’t budge.

“i love youuu” he said in between kisses. you rolled your eyes, trying to move him again. “i get it, come on connie.” you chuckled. connie smacked his lips before stopping, but not letting go of your face. “say it back.” he muttered while shaking your head side to side.

you bit your lip, trying to hide your smile.

“i love you too, connie.”

[dumbcopyc4t]

good girls go bad!

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everybody in this world has their thing, some like to draw, others like paint. eren jaeger liked to believe he had many things, things he thought to be normal that most if not all would find to put it lightly.. strange.

not to be blunt but if you asked anybody from the dimly lit house party what eren jeagers specific thing was they'd all tell you the same thing.

sex.

you wouldn't even have to sleep with the guy to know how good he was in bed, every girl that comes stumbling from a random room on wobbling legs was most definitely proof enough.

this was NOT your scene. you stood there stiff in the corner, red solo cup in hand, surrounded by your five girlfriends who simply wouldn't take no for an answer.

they knew you'd follow the rules, the rules that your father had put in place when he shipped you off halfway across the state.

the silver purity ring on your finger hit the cup to the rhythm of the music as you slightly bopped your head.

that very ring a tall brunette had his eyes on all night. the man had been watching you since his body hit the sticky leather of the wore down couch. when your eyes flicked across the room his would immediately drop down to his own ring clad fingers picking at the arm rest.

"come onnn (❤︎︎), just a few shots. you need to loosen up anyway!" your closest friend sasha drags you across the scene leaving the other group of girls to their own devices.

begrudgingly you trek behind her, pulling down that itty bitty denim skirt the girls forced you to purchase 'just in case'.

she spots connie leaning against the marble of the kitchen island all by himself. suddenly she's flinging herself into his arms seaming already drunk off of whatever pungent liquid was mixed up in her now forgotten solo cup.

"well if it isn't my favorite little munchkin," she squeals when he drops her back down. "my friend here is in dire need of whatever you could pour into a shot glass, stat!"

connie smiles at her opting not to say much knowing his words would be slurred. red eyes scan you quickly as if he was pondering what bitter beverage he could give you to loosen you up fast.

you stood close behind sasha watching connie line up six plastic shot cups before pouring a glass bottle of clear liquor (to the brim) of each cup. being the gentleman he was he opens the cooler by his foot pulling out two mini can of pinapple juice.

snatching a shot for himself he tosses it back with a grimace and a quick head shake then walks off giving you a look of good luck.

"two for me, three for you." she hands you the can and pulls you to stand by her. taking a deep breath through your nose you grab each shot one by one and then chase them with the juice. it's almost embarrassing how loud you gagged from the tingle in the back of your throat.

"good?" she laughs at your struggle and you shoot her a glare. "what do you think sash??"

you look back over your shoulder to see that your friend group had dispersed among themselves with fellow party goers, unsurprisingly. lucky for them you made everyone share locations before even coming here AND gave them the major stranger danger safety run down.

what's even more embarrassing is how within the span of five minutes you feel every nerve slip into a relaxed state, the crease of you brow is replaced with a content, one would say- happy expression.

the first sound of ' freak hoe' is played full blast and it's like a flash flood of nearly every girl in the party racing towards the ¿dance floor?. but not only were the girls rushing through, but the guys too. either trying to stop their girls from showing out or simply tryna catch what was being thrown.

you and sasha being part of the crowd  followed not far behind. and wherever you went green hooded eyes followed in suit.

in most cases you weren't one to show you in private let alone in public, but before you left the comfort of your dormitory the girls showed you a step by step tutorial on basic "ass shaking."

good for you that you comprehension skills are a-1 because in no time you were throwing it all around the world, my god would you regret this in the morning. sasha being there was extremely handy in making sure your skirt didn't ride up to the point where nothing was left to the imagination.

and boy oh boy did eren have a good one. zoning out on you and that stupid silver band circling your ring finger. he suddenly snaps into reality when a man, a random, tries to catch what he claimed for the night.

eren is quicker, his stride longer. you feel him before you see him. his presence is great. big almost. his scent woodsy and minty with a linger smell of weed. intoxicating.

sasha give you a look once the song is over and made into something that can be danced to in a slow grind. you smile and wink she takes the hint and scurry off to find her baldheaded best friend.

the man behind you leans forward and your automatically enticed by the eyes. bright and green but low and lidded. your arms reach you around his neck and tangle in the hair on his nape, the weight of his bun resting there as well.

on the other hand(s) his are traveling down your side and to the opening of your blouse. you stop him, turning to face him only to be met with a broad chest. . looking up to see a man more striking the a god themself, he grins small and sexy. you look more beautiful up close, he can't help the lump twitching against his thigh in this black cargos.

he also can help but notice the way you scan his face all doe like, he lets you drink him in even with the heavy bass pumping throughout both your bodies.

finally you breathe out a simple "hi." shuttering cause you feel his eyes on your lips, then the drop lower to the star sign necklace sitting on your collar bone.

you move before him, grabbing him by the collar of his black tee. hell- it was just as shocking to you as it was him wondering where in the world you got all this confidence from.

"hey." he mutters against your lips before reciprocating the kiss. it's desperate on your end and controlled on his, like trying to pull an elephant with a rope. you whine into his mouth and he can't help but puff out a breath of laughter.

he pulls back and you can't help but chase him. "bathroom?" he looks you dead in your eyes already tipsy on just a taste of what this man can give you. you nod at a flashes pace when you feel the not so subtle pulse down below. and just like that the two of you are off, him shielding you from the sea of sweaty bodies. you pass sasha and connie once more making direct eye contact with her.

her jaw drops hard. she turns to connie who lifts his hand to close her mouth, who mumbles something about hot breath.

eren waste no time knowing exactly where the first floor washroom is. another man stumbles his way towards the door and earns a palm to the face and a rough shove by eren.

he locks the door quickly before the complaints start and shoves your lower back against the sink capturing you in another mind numbing kiss. the cold thin metal of your ring stings his skin when you cup his handsome face, and he groans deep and long. rutting his chub against your thigh.

he breaks first spinning you around so that you're facing the mirror. lips swollen, eyes glassy, and edges starting to lift, eren wants to devour you. eat you whole.

he leans into you pushing his weight on your back. wet open mouth kisses from the junction of your shoulder all the way up to your ear and he huffs out "eren."

lost in the sensation you hum at him choking back a moan when he reaches under that god forsaken skirt and he barely applies pressure to your panties. and yet here they are soak down.

"my name, eren. remember it." he muttered to you taking pleasure in watch you quiver like a leaf over a thumb. just as sudden as it came his hand was ripped away away. hiking up your skirt he pulls your panties down, and spreads.

"my god," he sighed. nothing in this world could prepare him for the sight that beholds him. sticky, wet folds make a slick noise as he thumbs through them. he watches you twitch and arch your back, in an instant he drops down to his knees.

"just nasty," he commented before dropping to his knees shoving his face in your cunt. his mouth automatically finds your clit and he sucks. that sharp nose of his nudging against your clenching hole. and then- he takes in a sharp breath through his nose eye scrolling to the back of his skull.

you've lost all support opting to rest your forehead on the mirror while eren sucks on you pussy like a starved man. it's so much, it's too much. he's sloppy with it, fluids dripping down from his mouth, to his chin, onto his shirt. all you can do is moan.

"ugh -god! eren! eren!" you sob, he slurps. its all so good.

"you're cumming? come on pretty, cum on my fucking tongue." he envelopes you whole and shoves his tongue in repeatedly over and over until you scream.

"shit - eren im fucking cumming!" and you do. hard. but he keeps going not wasting a drop of your release. gasping for some air, hunched over the sink, panties down by your knocking shaking knees, you feel it.

hard, long, heavy, and thick against your lower back you didn't even realize he had dropped his cargos and boxers just below his fat balls. 8 inches of man ready and waiting.

he see you lifting yourself up and he decides you had enough time to recover. his slides his tip an angry shade of red, through your sensitive folds and then pushes in slow.

quickly he grabs his base hard and squeezes. "shit-" he stills, taking a deep breath. "s'fucking tight." he comments rubbing on your swollen clit making you shudder. "loosen up dollface, let me in." his brows furrowed as he watches you biting into the fabric of your sleeve. you’re holding back and he knows it. he knows he's big, and he knows you can take it.

in one swift motion he bottoms out and you cry. cry so loud you could stop the party. his 'thrust' shallow but oh so deep, fat tip nudging right against your cervix.

"o-oh fuck FUCK!" you wail clenching on him hard as you orgasm. "atta girl, there she is." he grins big and bright. "feels good don't it? you love cummin' on me dontcha, princess?" he hisses, reeling his hips back and he pounds into you.

"s-shit, you're soo g-oodd!" you wailed to him, your tits bouncing out that stupid stuffy blouse. he wants to see more, to feel more. his fingers scoop you up by the neck. damp back pulled to his wet chest, and he squeezes. the feeling of his hand even resting on your throat was delicious - but this.

this was different. "e-erenn! jesus f-fucking christ! m'cummin, m'cummin!" you gasp out, taking your hand and wrapping it around his to choke yourself harder. those green eyes widen nearly black in color as he gives a wild smile at your fucked out expression. "you filthy little thing, you like being choked dont ya? what would yer daddy say if he found you his dollface little girl was slutting herself out for me ,hm?"

you feel it, right there in your gut, hot desire flooding from your pussy all onto the floor in streams of clear liquid. your cheeks are red from the lack of oxygen. his thrust get harder but you can feel eren tensing. another brutal thrust and he grunts deep and sexy. "fuck baby." he fucks himself through his high just using your sloppy cunt to his will. his grip on you throat is released and that has you doubling over gasping for sweet oxygen.

jeager relishes the feeling of your walls clamping on him till he decides enough is enough. he pulls out and in an instant thick, creamy globs of cum plop down onto your soaked down underwear.

leaning down once more he come face of face with your fucked out pussy and licks the mixture of bodily fluids. this makes you jolt and then he presses a delicate kiss to you clit. contradicting his actions he sents a hard smack to your ass cheek. eren groans taking a look at the mess you both made on the floor and yourselves. he just grabs and decorative towels hanging above the toilet, wiping himself off and then throwing it on the floor to soak up any liquid.

then he hands you a pitiful piece of tissue paper to clean yourself off. but before you can start he's distracting you with kisses to your earlobe, he grabs your hand and suddenly your finger is feeling .. lighter.

you spoke out to confront him but he slips back out into the world leaving you stranded and confused.

also with an empty finger. bummer, he didn't even catch your name..

[chronically-ghosted]

I always thought the scene from Deadpool was hot where he and Vanessa are having hot sex mixed with food on Thanksgiving.

Maybe that with Joel or Javier P?

Ahhh, anon. this has been stewing in my brain since you sent it. And I know you said thanksgiving, but the line in this happened in, like, a single scene after the thanksgiving one! please forgive my timing!

kiss me ‘till I’m warm

rating: T

Pairing: jaiver peña x f!reader

word count: 1.6K

summary: a very drunk javi has something he wants to share with you.

warnings/tags: mentions of alcohol, drunkenness, one stupid joke, the absurdity of someone drunk off their ass trying to flirt, light kissing on body parts, references to smut, but ultimately this is fluffy as hell

a/n: wishing all of you a great start to your week as december plods along! shout out to the incredible @saradika for the divider!

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Javier Peña is a giggly drunk. 

Not all the time, mind you, not always. Depends on the liquor, his mood, and what he’s had to eat that day – if anything at all. But given the right circumstances and the stars align, once in a blue moon, Javier blushes and giggles like a fourteen year old with a first crush. 

Now, that might come as a surprise to anyone who has seen him lurking around the hallways of the American Embassy, scowling and smelling of stale cigarettes. The women he used to visit would swear up and down that Javier Peña was not a giggly drunk, having seen him knock back a drink or two, or three, or five. Certainly, all the narcos he’d rounded up and captured would be rather offended to hear that about the man who sent them to prison. It would shock them all to hear that, in the end, it was eggnog. Eggnog, the creamy, thick holiday drink that in terms of calories and sugar blew every other frappuccino out of the water – it was eggnog that turned Javier’s world upside down. From frown-set smokestack, to someone who wanders into his girlfriend’s bedroom after her office party and nearly blows his knee out on the bed frame. 

“Javier, honey, are you okay?” You scramble towards where he tripped, expecting either blood or for him to be knocked on conscious. But instead, you just see fluff. White fluff. White fluff that proceeds red velvet, more fluff, and then thick dark hair. 

Javier stands up, grinning from ear to ear. He stretches his arms wide, his white undershirt thin on his chest. He arches further, revealing a dusting of hair below the hem of his shirt that disappears into the waistband of his jeans. Well, when his pants are buttoned.

“Tada!” he beams. You roll your eyes and he giggles, following you on his hands and knees as you crawl back to your spot by the pillows. You had come in here to get some lotion for your hands and despite your insistence that he does not leave the couch, he stumbled in after you.

“Pero, mi amor,” he pouts when he sits on his knees behind you, “te fuiste.”

“You poor thing,” you frown at him over your shoulder as you rub the lotion into your hands, then your knees. His eyes bob between your tits through your sleep shirt and your circular motions over your skin. You narrow your eyes at him when his mouth goes slack and his eyes dark. “Oh, absolutely not, Javier. You are drunk as a skunk and about two minutes away from passing out.”

He rolls his eyes and leans forward, wobbling slightly as he crawls towards you. “Please?”

“No.”

“¿Por favor?” 

“No!”

You frown, suspicious, when he chuckles as he loosely grabs you by the ankles, thumbs pressed in below the knot of bone. His shirt is loose enough you can see down the collar to his tanned chest. It’s not like the idea isn’t enticing, but you’d only seen him this drunk once before after the Christmas party at Steve and Connie’s two years ago. He made the same proposition back then and when he went to lie down on the floor to take his pants off, you looked over the bed to find him passed out, spread eagle and only his belt undone. 

“Bien, bien,” he waves his hand in the air, the cotton ball of his Santa hat falling over his eyes, “pero tengo un chiste para ti.”

Another sign that Javier had reached the point of no return: he spoke much more in Spanish and the words blurred together, as if sticking on top of each other. 

You eye him with faux annoyance when he uses your legs to pull himself in between your ankles. He kisses the tops of your knees, his palms warm beneath the weight of your calf muscles. Giddy and care-free until he wakes up with a pounding headache, drunk Javier is something you always cherished, because it is one of the few times he can be care-free. Relaxed. You are the only person he lets see him like this and you would protect that vulnerability with everything in your heart.

“Javier.” He hums, his teeth against your knee and dropping lower. His eyes are closed and his breathing’s changed. “I think you had something you wanted to tell me.”

He blinks, open mouth freezing on the bone of your calf. “Right. Yeah. Of course, mi vida.” 

That heady, blurred look of desire on his face melts away almost as fast as it came on. He presses the arch of his nose against your other knee, giggling, as he readjusts his feet under him. 

“Okay, okay,” he sniffs, sits up, and looks at you with bleary, water-y brown eyes. “Steve told it to me, so if you don’t think it’s funny, it’s his fault.” 

You nod and then he taps the inside of your thigh with two fingers.

“If your left leg is Thanksgiving y tu pierna derecha es Navidad,” he outright gropes your other thigh, his slur worsening, mouth full of damp, gummy cotton balls. “Can I visit you entre días festivos?

Javier Peña raises a single eyebrow at you, as if he had been the first one to discover pick up lines, perfected the art of flirting, and discovered he had the ritz to seduce any woman in the world all in one night. His hands tighten in the meat of your inner thighs as he pushes them apart, his chest pressing forward, down, into you. With surprising dexterity and stability, he crawls between your open legs, hands firm as they plant on either side of your head. He’s still wearing that infuriatingly smug grin, his hips rolling forward until you feel the scrape of the teeth of his jeans on your thigh.

“What do you say, baby?” his teeth edge the rim of your ear, “¿p-p-puedo –,”

He full-on snorts in your ear, suddenly overcome with giggles and you jerk away. “Javi!”

You pinch his waist and he flops over on to the other side of the bed, his face turning red as he howls with laughter. His Santa hat pushed up over his forehead, the back of his hair sticking up from where he’s nestled against the pillows, Javier clutches his sides as he rolls back and forth. 

You sit up, smiling, and watch the man you love enjoy himself for once. Sure, he could (and did, often) get lost in sex, but this is different. Your mother always said there was something healing about laughter, about feeling safe enough to close your eyes around another person, and Javier had spent far too long with his eyes wide open. 

Tears are streaming down his cheeks by the time you pluck the Santa hat off his head and kiss his forehead. Giggles trickling down, he curls onto his side, his bare feet seemingly so large on your covers. You stroke his cheek, your thumb brushing the corner of his mustache, and the last giggle fades to a hum. He closes his eyes, cheeks pink, his head turning ever so slightly towards your touch.

“Do you need some water, baby?”

“Mhm hmm.” 

Kissing him on his nose, you slide off the bed and go towards the kitchen. After filling up a glass from the filter, you turn off the lights, check the front door, and close the blinds. But when you come back to your bedroom, the golden light of your bedside lamp the only glow left in the entire apartment, you know instantly he’s already asleep. Javier lies still curled up on his side, his wide shoulders curled in, the white expanse of his t-shirt rising and falling with each breath. 

You didn’t know him very well the first time you slept together, but the night he stayed over, all the way until the morning light broke through your shutters, you knew it had been an extraordinary step for him. 

Now he sleeps in your bed, unguarded and unburdened, as much as he can. 

You put the glass of water on his side of the bed and gently ease him onto his back. His arm slithers over his torso as his shoulder collides with the mattress, his matted hair where the hat sat in a line stiff against his forehead. 

In his more morose moments, Javier announced he was getting old. His back hurt, his eyesight was shit, and he swears he spots more and more gray hairs in the mirror every day. 

But, when he’s like this, when he’s Javi not Javier, when he’s just yours and no one else’s, he is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. 

A hand pressed to his warm chest, you lean forward and kiss his cheek.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” you whisper against his skin. He stirs, but doesn’t open his eyes.

Sliding your earrings out of their posts and into the little dish beside your bed, you glance at him one more time before turning off the light. The room is dark, warm, and in the emptiness you can hear him breathing. 

The shape of him is more familiar to you than your own, able to trace his profile with nothing but memory, so without searching, as though reaching for a piece of yourself, you intertwine your hand with his. 

His fingers twitch and the sound of his breathing slows. 

In the absence of every other sense, you are overwhelmed by the weight of his palm in yours, the soothing rock of the rise and fall of his chest, your ears tuned to his every sigh, every noise –

In the absence of everything else, you listen to him inhale –

“Merry Christmas, baby.” 

– and exhale. 

[thevoidstaredback]

Learning about the whole ‘portal into the Realms’ thing was great and all, but it still didn’t answer the questions as to how or why Nocturn was being ripped off. Someone’s trying to force a doorway into the Realms, which isn’t great, but that’s a whole other problem. The Coma Case, as it was dubbed, could be connected, but Danny can’t help but feel that it’s still a separate problem.

He’d taken the Waynes up on their offer to stay the night in Gotham, but he wasn’t helping with their patrol. Instead, after the best dinner Danny’s ever had, he was going to explore the city, probably have tea with Lady Gotham, and call the JLD.

The clocktower was Danny’s chosen seat for the night, the highest place in Gotham, as close as he could get to the stars without being seen by anyone looking up that night. The sight of stars and space usually helped clear his head, calming him down the closer he got to them, but the smog covering Gotham City like a fleece blanket made it hard to see them.

“You will find that unresolved pasts will always come back to haunt you. Old enemies to reappear, old loves to return, old families pulled together again. My advice to you is to start at your beginning. Fate is a circle and humans rarely learn from their mistakes.” Lady Gotham had said, but that didn’t make sense. They’d asked her about information on the Coma Case, but that had led them to a different one entirely! Unless the two were connected? Or maybe the same problem?

“Step back, Danny,” he scolded himself quietly, “Look at it one piece at a time.”

He’s not a detective, never has been.

Unrelated people start falling into comas all over the place. The only connection between them all being their now state of limbo.

Deadman suggested, loosely and in between the lines, that someone was trying to become a Halfa. But who? And why? How do they even know how to become a Halfa?

Ra’s al Ghoul is the likely suspect, but he should know that he has no chance in succeeding. The other hero’s villains are all also likely suspects, but none of them have reason to know about the Realms, let alone one of Her most protected peoples.

But what if it’s one of Phantom’s rogues? They’re all on good terms now, and he sees them pretty regularly, not to mention they’re all dead.

It could be Plasmius? But he’s also fully dead now and living in the Realms.

Danny thought some more, his thoughts moving towards his family.

He’d never had any kids other than Ellie, but she’s his little sister more than anything. Jazz had gotten married and adopted, but she never told her kids or in-laws about Phantom.

In fact, Phantom had become an open secret among the people living in Amity Park at the time. Outsiders weren’t ever told about him, so he didn’t leave the borders of his home town.

Except for the Ghost Investigation Ward.

It made sense.

It made Danny sick.

The G.I.W. had rebranded sometime after Phantom had been locked Outside of Time, being absorbed into the new Department of Metahuman Affairs, D.M.A. for short. The G.I.W. had anonymously pushed against Metahuman Rights.

Since they’re still active, they either completely changed their ways or they got better at hiding what they were doing. What they did when Danny was a kid- what they’d wanted to do to him and his people would get them all exiled from the country now. Perhaps they got smarter.

If it is the G.I.W., then Danny’s got so much more work to do.

He’s tired.

With the wind, the sound of an owl’s cry echoed over the top of the clock tower. It was Lady Gotham, her footsteps nearly not there as she approached him. “What’s on your mind, little King?”

Danny nodded at her as she sat beside him. “The information you gave Connie and Dick. Why a riddle?”

There was a smile on her face, the sound of sloshing sewer water - like it was being walked through - accompanied her voice. “You must not know Arkham’s people very well if you have to ask.” There was a soft ticking noise for a few seconds before a slightly louder explosion sounded. It was still a very quiet night in the city.

“The Riddler, right?” Danny guessed. The ding of a timer affirmed him. “But why a riddle? Why not just give the information freely?”

She hummed like cracking glass. “‘Why’ indeed.” A pause. “‘The information was kept hidden for the same reason we keep matches from children. In the correct hands, fire can provide illumination… but in the wrong hands, fire can be highly destructive.’ Dan Brown.”

 “‘Access to information and freedom to access it may seem like a fundamental right but there are many people who think, rightly or wrongly, it is for your own good that it is hidden.’ Alberto Gonzales.” Danny refuted.

“‘Know where to find the information and how to use it. That is the secret to success.’ Albert Einstein.”

He frowned. “‘Beware of he who would deny you access to information, for in his heart he dreams himself your master.’ Sid Meier.”

Her expression was neutral. “‘On the one hand, information wants to be expensive, because it’s so valuable. The right information in the right place just changes your life. On the other hand, information wants to be free, because the cost of getting it out is getting lower and lower all the time. So you have these two fighting against each other.’ Stewart Brand.”

“‘Completeness of crucial information is extremely important, as missing data is not only a cost issue but is also a massive lost opportunity issue…’ Rupa Mahanti.” He said, his voice taking an urgent tone.

“‘If I try to articulate every little detail in a drawing, it would be like missing the forest for the trees, so it’s just about getting the outline of the forest.’ Jeff Koons.” She sounded exasperated.

“‘Knowledge is power. Information is power.’” He insisted, “‘The secreting or hoarding of knowledge or information may be an act of tyranny camouflaged as humility.’ Robin Morgan.”

“‘Data is not information, information is not knowledge, knowledge is not understanding, understanding is not wisdom.’” she scolded, “Clifford Stoll.”

He glared at her. “‘The cost of not knowing is often greater than the cost of getting the knowledge.’ Unknown.”

She shook her head at him. “‘For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.’ Ralph Waldo Emerson.”

“‘Only cowards hide behind silence.’” he scoffed, “Paulo Coelho.”

Her eyebrow cocked up. “‘Slander is the tool of cowards’. Vanna Bonta.”

A long silence stretched between the two Spirits, the rapid fire conversation lingering in the air like the scent of a lemon.

Finally, Danny quietly said, “‘The difference between a hero and a coward is one step sideways.’ Gene Hackman.”

Lady Gotham’s expression softened. “‘A hero is someone who, in spite of weakness, doubt, and not always knowing the answers, goes ahead and overcomes anyway.’ Christopher Reeve.”

Danny had a hard time believing that. “‘A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself.’ Joseph Campbell.”

“‘I think a hero is someone really intent on making this a better place for people.’” She bumped his shoulder with her own. “Maya Angelou.”

Yeah, well, “‘Those who ignore Statistics are condemned to reinvent it.’ Bradley Efron.”

“‘No true hero ever believes that they are.’ Neal Shusterman.” She took his chin between the thumb and forefinger on her right hand, her white painted nails shining softly in the glow of the moon. She turned his head to look her in the eye. “‘Hard times don’t create heroes. It is during hard times when the ‘hero’ within us is revealed.’ Bob Riley.”

There were tears building in Danny’s eyes. They blurred The Lady’s face slightly. “‘Dying should be one of the great events of life.’ Alan Watts.” The tears started to fall. “And yet, here I am.”

Lady Gotham pulled him into a hug and whispered into the top of his head, “‘The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where one ends, and where the other begins?’ Edgar Allen Poe.”

Danny sniffed but didn’t pull away. They’d gotten very off topic. “‘Better to say something instead of giving people a bunch of vague metaphors to mull over.’ Roland Orzabal.”

The Lady chuckled softly, pulling away from the hug first and wiped the tears from his cheeks. “‘To achieve great things, two things are needed; a plan, and not quite enough time.’ Leonard Bernstein.”

He laughed smally. “Any other words of wisdom you’d like to impart on me before I leave?”

She smirked, the sound of hunting bats carrying on the wind. “‘A hero can be anyone. Even a man doing something as simple and reassuring as putting a coat around a young boy’s shoulders to let him know that the world hasn’t ended.’ Batman.” Then, she was gone.

Part 20 Part 22

[myveryownfanfiction]

Chapter 9

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @lulusplaycorner, @psychokinetic-ectoplasm

warnings: swearing, smut, blowjob, suggestive jokes, Roman makes self deprecating jokes (mostly about his weight and money situation), Roman is touch and affection starved, Kate’s a bitch and fatphobic

Roman knocked on my door the next day, wincing as I opened it to the bright light of my living room. He smiled softly at me as I quickly turned it off.

“Hey.” I said with a smile. Roman hummed as he looked me over. “Roman.” I giggled, cheeks heating up.

“Sorry. Still hung over.” He shrugged. I shook my head at him and ushered him into my apartment. “Speaking of. Do you have any aspirin? I’m out and yeah.” He waved his hand by his head. I nodded before heading into my bathroom.

“Yeah. Keep the bottle by the way. I’ve got a stockpile.” I said. Roman nodded, taking some dry. I raised an eyebrow, impressed. “Want something to eat?”

“sure. Connie came to take the girls shopping instead so I’m free. Didn’t quite get to the breakfast thing.” Roman said. “So you’re off the hook by the way.” I nodded, frowning slightly. “Oh. Were you looking forward to that?” He asked. I shrugged. “You were. Shit. Uh ok. I’ll call Connie and tell her…” Roman gulped as I put my hand on his chest.

“Roman. It’s fine. We can take them some other time. I don’t mind.” I assured him, leaning over and kissing him. Roman hummed as his hand slid onto my hip. “So since you’re free and I’m free…” I squeezed his pec and smiled at him. “Any ideas on how we can spend our newly free day?” Roman chuckled as he tugged me closer, hands coming to rest in the small of my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck before kissing him softly again.

“making out sounds good.” He said, kneading my side. “Unless you have to work on your paper.” Roman pulled away slightly. I tugged him back and ran my fingers through his hair.

“I’m actually ahead on the paper believe it or not.” I admitted with a smile. Roman smiled softly at me before kissing me again. This kiss was softer and more guarded. “You ok?” I asked as I pulled back. Roman nodded, a small smile on his face.

“yeah. Why?” He asked. I shrugged.

“just…felt different.” I said, leaning in to kiss him again. Roman pulled back before I could.

“what’s that mean?” He asked. I shrugged and furrowed my eyebrows.

“I don’t know. Just not like our usual kisses.” I said. Roman pulled away and ran a hand through his hair.

“Shit.” He breathed out. I watched him as he started pacing the floor. “Well fuck.” Roman stopped and looked at me, eyes wide and almost looking like a lost little boy. I took a step towards him before he shook his head with a laugh. “The girls were right.” Roman sat down on my couch and I looked at him confused.

“right about what?” I asked, heart nearly beating out of my chest. If he was about to admit to what I had heard the night before, I didn’t know if I was prepared for it.

“I’m jealous of Chet.” Roman said quietly, looking up at me. He shook his head again before opening his mouth. Nothing came out and he just sat there staring at my coffee table. “I’m jealous of my ex brother in law. I don’t…there’s no reason for it. But I am.” Roman looked back at me and sighed. “The way you two were talking yesterday. And goofing around. I got jealous. And I’m not entirely sure why.” I wrapped my arms around myself and shrugged.

“maybe you’re more protective than you thought.” I said. Roman nodded, eyes trailing over my shoulders. He smiled slightly when he saw I was wearing his shirt. “What…did Kate have any kind of relationship with Chet? What was that like?” Roman shook his head.

“we only ever saw them because I wanted to. She stayed by Connie the whole time. She poked fun of Chet. Come to think of it a lot of it was the same shit she’d say to me.” Roman frowned. My frown deepened as he thought. “The weight shit. How he looked. How much he ate. Comparing me to him with the kids. Not that I had much of a chance with the girls. She always treated them like little dolls. Made it seem like all either one of us was good for was sex…” Roman rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t think she ever saw us as anything but something to poke fun at. And then you come along and god.” Roman laughed. “You couldn’t be more different. Making me feel like I’m…well Superman or some shit. Having an actual conversation with Chet and joking around. Doing what she should have been doing for years. Getting to know our family…” Roman shook his head. “Guess I just didn’t realize how crappy she was. And thought it was…something else. I’m sorry. I have no right to be jealous of that.” Roman apologized. I gave him a small smile.

“you’re human Roman.” I moved to stand between his legs. Cupping his cheeks, I kissed his forehead. “It happens. And I get it. After the way she was…” he rested his chin on my stomach and I smiled brighter. “It’s going to be a learning curve.” He hugged me tightly, his hands lingering on my ass. I giggled as he squeezed playfully. Leaning down, I kissed him again. Roman kept me tight against him as I moaned into his mouth. Roman sighed as he hesitantly licked my bottom lip. I moaned as I let him in, his hands kneading my ass at the same time. I pulled away, smiling and out of breath. “Now about this shit she kept talking.” I slowly knelt down in front of Roman and gently gripped the hem of his shirt. Roman gulped but nodded, sitting forward so I could push his shirt up. He helped me pull it off before tossing it somewhere in the room while I got started on his belt. He blinked as it fell to the side, making a noise as it hit my couch. I reached for the button on his jeans.

“(Y/N)…” Roman whispered. His hands wrapped around mine and made me stop. “You don’t have to.” He squeezed my hands as my fingers popped the button open.

“I know.” I said back, leaning up to kiss his chest. He breathed harshly through his nose as I kissed down his chest and stomach, nuzzling into the soft hair there. “But I want to.” I looked up at him, smiling softly at him. Nodding, Roman lifted his hips up as I pulled his pants and underwear down. I gulped as I watched his dick spring free. I licked my lips as I wrapped my hand around him. Romans hands twitched as he watched me. He was already half hard, making me smile to myself knowing it had been a result of our makeout section. I slowly pumped my hand along his length and watched as he hardened.

“you really don’t have to…” Roman started again. Smiling at him, I leaning in and pressed a kiss to his tip. “Oh…” he moaned as I wrapped my lips around him. “(Y/N)…baby…oh fuck.” Romans head fell back onto the couch. I licked along the underside of his dick, keeping my eyes on him. Romans hands twitched away his side. One of my hands squeezed his thigh while the other grabbed one of his. Roman looked down at me through hooded eyes as I guided his hand to my head. He gulped as his fingers curled into my hair. I hollowed my cheeks as I bobbed my head, feeling Roman’s fingers pressed against my scalp. His head fell back against the couch as I reached up and curled my fingers through his chest hair.

“You ok Roman?” I asked, pulling back. Roman nodded, eyes tightly closed. “Good. I’m not done with you yet.” Roman moaned as I licked around his tip. I caught a bead of precum on my tongue and made a show of swallowing it, knowing Roman was still watching me. I saw his Adam’s apple bob as I repeated the action. Taking him in my mouth again, I gently kneaded at his pec as I squeezed his thigh again.

“(Y/N), sweetheart…I’m gonna…I’m not going to last.” Roman tried to pull my head away but I held fast. “(Y/N)…don’t…” Roman groaned as I sucked hard on him. “Oh fuck. (Y/N).” Romans hips bucked as he orgasmed, fingers pressed tight against my head. Pulling away, I swallowed every drop as Roman groaned. “Fuck me.” Roman started laughing as I knelt in front of him, smiling up at him.

“that good huh?” I asked as I stood up. Roman nodded, pulling his pants back up and doing them up.

“Best I’ve ever had.” Roman admitted, his cheeks turning pink. He winked at me and I laughed as I went in search of his shirt.

“I’m stealing this by the way.” I teased as I found it. Roman smiled fondly at me.

“take it. Just let me wear it out since I don’t have clothes here.” He said. I smiled softly at him before tossing it back to him. Roman stood as he pulled it back over his head.

“does that prove I only want you? Not Chet?” I asked. Roman looked up at me. “You’re the only one I want Roman.” His smile softened as he stared at me. He came over and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my back to his chest.

“God I love you.” I froze, turning back to look at him. I swallowed thickly as I stared at him. “In the end I guess it’s just I don’t want to lose you like I lost everything else.” I continued to stare at Roman, his hands fidgeting at my sides. His eyes flitted nervously over my face. “I uh…I mean it too. I just lost so much that I…” he gulped and started to back up. “You know what? Forget I said anything. It’s too early. I’m just still jealous. That’s it. I don’t…” snapping out of it, I grabbed Roman’s shirt and pulled him into a kiss. I kept a firm grasp on his shirt while my other hand went into his hair. Roman sighed through his nose before kissing me back, hands on my hips as he pushed me back against the wall. His hands slid down to my thighs and pulled them up, forcing my legs around his waist. I moaned at the show of strength as he deepened the kiss.

“Roman…” I breathed as he pulled away for a second. He pinned me against the wall before kissing me again. I moaned as I felt him hardening again. “Roman…” I used the hand on his chest to push him away. Roman whined as he leaned in to try to kiss me again. “Roman…wait…” I hummed as he kissed me again. I tugged on his hair, hoping to get him to pull back but only succeeding in making him moan. I filed it away for next time but pushed him away. “Roman Craig!” Roman paused, eyes wide with lust and lips looking kiss swollen.

“What?” He whispered. I giggled as I gently pulled him close, keeping a hand on his cheek to keep him from leaning in to kiss me again.

“I love you too.” I whispered back.

[cardcaptorsakura96]

Taxes, Taxes, Taxes-Chapter 1

Summary: What if superheroes had to pay a property damage tax every time they had a fight in the city?

Kara is seated at a cubicle in her Supergirl costume staring at a typical pencil pusher hurriedly typing in the numbers. She looked around and saw Clark sitting in another cubicle behind her. He turned around and wave. 

“Let me know if you need any help!” 

Kara winced, hurriedly turned back around, and slouched in her chair. She looked back at the desk and saw the paper that brought her here. She was being charged $10,000 in property damage to the city while as Supergirl. Clark got the same paper, but he only has to pay $5. Her eyes started glowing red in rage while she gripped the chair. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths.

 “I hate being jealous, but it isn’t fair! I was supposed to be his defender, not the other way around. I even had military training before coming to Earth, but Clark makes everything here seem so effortless. It just makes me feel….irrelevant.”

It was a sobering thought that had been haunting Kara each day. If she couldn’t serve her purpose, what was she going to do? She was nearly drowning in her sorrows and self-hatred when she felt the office lady’s hand on her arm. She looked up at the lady and saw she had a cheerful disposition. Kara forced the smile back into her eyes and lips. 

“I am sorry that I drifted off there….um Connie. Isn’t that your name?”

“Oh, you remember my name!”

Connie’s smile looked so genuine. Kara would have found it cute if this pencil pusher wasn’t about to clear her out of cash. She forced her smile even brighter hoping to charm the pants off this lady to lower the cost down.

“Yes. I try to be good with names as I can. Were you able to find anything that can bring the cost of the bill down?”

Connie’s smile grew dimmer. 

“Shit!”

“Well, we can’t lower the cost…”

“Even though this is my first time?” said Kara with a pout on her face. 

She wasn’t above groveling. She didn’t have this type of money, and she will be damned if she had to beg Clark for help.

“I know this seems very steep, but when villains and superheroes fight in the city, it causes a lot of property damage. The tax was created to help discourage these types of situations.”

“Even when we are saving the city?”

“If there was no way to get the villain out of the city, there would be little to no charge.”

“Which is what happened in my case.”

Connie’s face fell a little and started twisting her hands.

“Well, not exactly. While fighting Livewire, you took out several buildings before taking her down.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Property could have been saved if you had utilized the fire hydrant and open pool in the area to stop Livewire due to her water vulnerability instead of using brute force.”

Kara slid further in her seat and sighed.

“I could have been more careful, but I was just in a hurry to prove I could do things faster than Clark.”

Kara looked back and saw that Clark had finished his payment and left. She looked back to Connie solemnly and asked, “What can I do now? Is there some type of payment plan I can do since I don’t have that type of money on me?”

Connie smiled a bit and said, “There are tons of options. We have a variety of payment plans, or we have different volunteer opportunities that you can choose to work off the payment.”

Connie passed her the book of all their volunteer opportunities and perused it for a minute. She was bored until one entry caught her attention and brought a smirk to her face. 

“I choose this one.”

Kara watched Connie’s face changed at her choice from a smile to a frown instantly. 

“Umm, are you sure you want to do this type of work.”

Kara smiled, and said, “Why wouldn’t I want to bring smiles to sick kids in a Children’s Hospital?”

“But…um… it is run by Lena…”

“Luthor. Oh, I am aware. I believe in judging people for their merit and not by association.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

“Oh, I am sure.”

“Me working for the sister of Clark’s greatest enemy. This will so get under his skin.”

Kara laughed wickedly as Connie eyes her warily while signing her up for the volunteer gig. 

[loverboykirstein]

a goddamn angel /// kinktober pt. 2

jean kirstein x afab!reader

wc: 7,624

mdni -> warnings: drinking, mentions of verbal abuse

***“I don’t wanna let Reiner down,” you couldn’t help but sigh, twiddling the fringe on the hem of the skirt of your bright red dress, definitely too short. “I promised him,”. 

“No like,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Like going to this together,”. ***

****

“Are we really doing this?” Jean asked with hesitant eyes, fiddling with his keys. 

It had been three weeks since Eren dumped you out of the blue, without rhyme or reason. You hadn’t seen him, hadn’t seen anyone but Jean, Connie, and Sasha since. 

He had the decency to drop you off at the apartment first, not leaving you stranded in the early October rain. 

He hated the fact that you shared an apartment with boys, let alone Jean. He was indifferent about Connie, thinking he was just in his own little world all of the time. 

Eren never gave Connie or Sasha the recognition they deserved, only bothering to know them on a surface level. 

He never understood that your relationship with Jean was the same as his with Mikasa. Relationships from childhood, brought along to college. 

Sure, you felt threatened by her on the regular. Her responses cut short when you were close to Eren, her eyes full of hatred. She was completely different before she found out, and the two of you even grew quite close with you from the moment you met. 

In minutes, she wanted nothing more than to have you dead on the sidewalk.  

You knew they had grown up together, but you always thought it was more of a sibling thing, and less like a lovers thing. 

Maybe I’m just really bad at interpreting relationships? 

But Reiner wanted to host the party for once, Armin handing him the reins just this once. He had been gushing about this Halloween party, equipped with games, candy, booze, and was hoping for a real DJ. 

You all agreed to be there as soon as he announced it, planning since the end of September. 

“It’s gonna be the coolest shit ever, trust,”. 

Of course, no one else’s plans were complicated, just yours and Eren’s. You hadn’t seen him since, avoiding any interaction that he could possibly be at.

Jean always knew you best, growing from booster seats to tequila shots, scraped knees and student loans. You always joked that you were meant to find each other in every universe, as friends. 

“I don’t wanna let Reiner down,” you couldn’t help but sigh, twiddling the fringe on the hem of the skirt of your bright red dress, definitely too short. “I promised him,”. 

“No like,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Like going to this together,”. 

Jean never agreed to go to this party, thinking it was ridiculous and would much rather sit and hope trick-or-treaters would come by in their odd-fitting costumes. 

All it took was a few pleas, and a week's worth of dinners to convince him to go, and pretend you were together, if Eren caused trouble. 

It wasn’t strange for the two of you to be attached at the hip, bickering and laughing at decade long inside jokes. For you to team up on Connie and Sasha, an everlasting prank battle present. 

You had drifted a little with Eren in the middle, building walls against your will. Keeping you out of the house, checking your phone all the time, throwing a tantrum when the two of you were together. 

Slipping apart, afraid to be so close, thinking Eren would take it the wrong way. Two hot-tempered, confident men constantly at each other’s throats, was enough to send you into premature heart failure. 

It was constant tension, constant stress. You don’t know why Eren asked you out, maybe just to prove a point to Jean that he could get anything he wanted, and Jean couldn’t. 

Even though things weren’t like that between you and Jean, everything was platonic, nothing more. Yes, your parents joked that the two of you would end up married one day. Yes, your parents had taken Jean on your summer vacation after graduation. Yes, you spent nearly every holiday with his family and yours. It’s normal. 

“We always go places together,”. You mumbled again, knowing what he meant. Was he really going to play the part? Is this going to fail miserably? 

“You know that’s not what I mean,”. He fixed his hair in the rearview mirror, an anxious habit of his. 

“Listen, it’s only if Eren causes shit, or he’s with someone,”. You shrugged, eyes kept down. “Otherwise you’re free to roam, and we can leave whenever, okay?”. 

“Fine, but remember what you owe me,”. He pointed his finger at you, poking your cheek. Maybe I’m the only one overthinking this. Maybe I’m the one who doubts this. 

“Yes, yes I know. You still need to make me that list, otherwise it’s not gonna happen,”. You flashed him a quick smile before pushing his truck door open, hopping down onto the sidewalk. The truck was at an awkward height, a diy lift kit that wasn’t installed quite right. 

Do we need to play the part from the start? Are Sasha and Connie going to be able to remember what’s going on based on the scenario? 

This was a terrible fucking idea. 

“C’mon, stupid,”. He met you on the sidewalk, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “Quit overthinking,”. 

“I am not overthinking, thank you very much,”. You leaned into his side, thankful for the warmth he provided against the frigid breeze. A classic devil costume, too short for the end of October. He refused to buy a costume, using clothes he already had. 

“I’m a cowboy. Be thankful I’m even wearing this,”. 

“Where’s the hat?” 

“Ain’t happening,”. 

Minimal effort, not thrilled with the idea of showing up in the first place. He didn’t like crowds, didn’t like loud noises. This was his own personal hell, but he couldn’t say no to you. 

“I call bullshit,”. The door was already open, strobe lights flashing and music way too loud. 

There were far more people than expected crowding the entryway, stumbling in their cheap overpriced costumes. You felt too many eyes on you, on Jean’s arm around you. 

“FINALLY,” Reiner pulled both of you into a hug, his face flushed and completely overbearing. “C’mon,”. He tugged your hand, dragging the both of you behind him to his basement. 

His strides were fast, nearly tripping as he walked down the stairs two at a time. 

You were greeted with friendly faces, mostly. Sasha and Connie both waved, nearly jumping up and down. We saw you guys earlier today? 

Armin gave you a small wave with a raised eyebrow, Jean’s arm somehow pulling you closer at the bottom of the stairs. 

You saw Mikasa sitting on Eren’s lap, matching vampire costumes with her lipstick on his neck. 

Her eyes were violent, condescending, sending a shock down your spine. You had never had her look at you that mean, even when you were attached to Eren’s hip for weeks. 

You swallowed your self-consciousness, knowing what the night was going to entail. Lying. Confused glances. Attempted sabotage all around. Lying. Lying. Lying. 

“You okay?” Jean lowered himself to your ear, whispering while holding eye contact with Eren, a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“Mhm, now pretend like you don’t hate my guts,” you rolled your eyes at him, forcing yourself to look at him just a little longer than you usually would. 

Sasha waved you over, patting the seat next to her. You urged Jean to follow, finally breaking the eye contact you were worried was going to last forever. 

You sat next to her on the couch, Jean slipping between you and the armrest. A little squished, you decided to somewhat rest your back against her, enough to allow you to lay your legs in his lap. 

You kept your legs shut tight, his hands immediately resting on your exposed legs. Mindlessly rubbing his hands up and down them as he locked in conversation with Reiner, pulling goosebumps to the surface. 

“Someone is not very happy tonight,” Sasha whispered in your ear, trying to hold back a laugh. 

“Doesn’t really make sense, I don’t know why she’s mad at me,”. You made sure to not even look in their direction, pretending you were invested in Reiner and Jean’s conversation. 

“I don’t get it either, but I know you’re under Eren’s skin. Son of a bitch hasn’t spoken a word since you got here,” she shrugged, moving you with it. “Drink?” She stood, forcing you to support yourself uncomfortably. 

“Please,” you batted your fake eyelashes up at her, pulling her warm smile out in a matter of seconds. 

Did she tell Niccolo about this? Can I trust him if I tell him the truth? 

“I missed you stupid, where were you?” Reiner tossed the piece of plastic he was fiddling with at you, knocking you out of your momentary stare. 

“I got really sick,” you sighed, trying your best to play the part. “Then I was crazy behind, it was a whole mess. Promised you I’d be here though,”. You flashed him a soft smile, throwing the piece back at him. 

Really? That’s the best you could think of?

You two were relatively close, like siblings that pretended not to get along. You bullied each other relentlessly, deep down caring for each other more than either of you would actually admit. 

You knew he was confused, his eyes flashing between you, Jean, and his hands on your legs. 

You held back a shiver as his hands subconsciously rose, nearly reaching the seam of your dress. He seemed unbothered, like it truly was natural. 

You were a mess. 

Why is this getting to me now? We’re friends. Best friends. This is just a show, a play, a skit. 

What do we do after this, though? 

Fuck, great fucking job thinking ahead. 

“Here,” Sasha handed you a solo cup, filled way too high and probably three-quarters liquor. 

She slid back into her spot, a tight fit between you and Niccolo. Conversations went on as usual, distracting yourself with Bertholdt and Annie, surprised they were so talkative. 

You felt searing glares on your exposed shoulder, some from Eren, most from Mikasa. 

I don’t understand what her problem is? She got what she wanted?

“Are we gonna sit here all night, or are we gonna occupy that empty table?” Connie stood, drunkenly grabbing everyone’s attention. “Y/N, Jean, Sash, c’mon,”. 

He waved you all on, walking through all of you. A few familiar faces were scattered about, most of which you couldn’t really remember. 

You looked at Jean, shrugging your shoulders before swinging your legs back on the ground. Attempting to fix your skirt before you stood, Sasha insisting on holding your hand. 

Drink in one, Sasha’s in the other. 

“Can you hold this real quick?”. You practically shoved your cup at Jean, who had somehow acquired a beer when you weren’t paying attention. He grabbed it without mention, giving you the second you needed to hold your skirt down as you were drug to your feet by an eagerly drunk Sasha. 

You felt like your heartbeat was quite literally in your throat, mouth dry and hands clammy. Jean’s eyes lingered a little too long on your thighs, barely covered in the costume Sasha forced you to wear. 

She was the angel, you were the devil. Figures. 

Of course, her skirt was longer, white tights underneath. 

As Sasha drug you towards the table, you looked back at Jean to wave him on. He blinked his eyes hard a few times, before standing and offering Reiner to come watch, and to mediate. 

The two of them walked over together, still conversing about god knows what. 

Sasha and Connie held the far side of the table, eyes on the two of you, and everyone behind you. 

You could only see them and the wall, Niccolo and Reiner on the side. You knew everyone was watching, Jean handing you your cup back. 

“You guys are SO DEAD,” Connie bragged as he rolled one of the orange balls down the table, giving it to you for the eye-to-eye beginning. 

The two of you always did it, tradition since you got your learners permit. You held the ball between your fingers, eyes glued to Connie’s. You tried to make each other laugh, before Reiner told you two to ‘knock it off already’. 

You made it, Connie’s bounced off the rim of the first cup, throwing his hands in the air. 

“Good job,” Jean wrapped his arm around you again, kissing the top of your head. 

What? We’re taking this this far? 

You pretended to be fine, leaning your head against him while Connie rolled the ball back to you. 

Jean always went first, you always went last. Afraid your rhythm would be off after spending so many weeks playing with Eren, then not playing at all. 

It took a few rounds to get your rhythm back to where it once was, dominating the table. You hadn’t done it since the summer, his hand on your lower back whenever it wasn’t your turn. 

“Were next,” you heard the all-familiar brooding voice grow louder behind you, nearly bumping into Jean’s shoulder. 

“We are not done,” Sasha bit at him, drunk enough to give anyone attitude, and you always loved it. 

The cup Sasha poured you now empty, Jean sinking the last cup on the table. Following him, you did the same, completely forgetting that it meant you would have to be across a table from the two people you wanted to see the least. 

“Refill?” Sasha asked while Connie threw his usual fit, aligning the cups back to their original position. Her eyes were wide, panicked for your sake. 

“Please,” you drug it out a little, sighing. 

“Jean? You too?” She asked balancing your cup and hers in one hand. 

“Just water or a soda, I already had one and I gotta drive later,”. 

She looked confused, knowing the two of you usually stayed the night, getting plastered until the sun came up. 

Time felt as it slowed to a crawl, Eren and Mikasa glaring at you just a few feet away. Sasha returned with drinks after what felt like an eternity, standing closeby, refusing to leave your side. 

Keep it together, keep it together, keep it together. 

Mikasa rolled the ball down to you wordlessly, lining up the same way Connie did. You waited for Reiner’s command, both of you holding the most painful eye contact of your life. 

You made it. 

She didn’t. 

“Fuck yeah, baby,”. Jean kissed your cheek, pulling you into a side-hug that was just a few inches from a nearly suffocating real one. 

Baby? 

“Since when has this little fling been going on?” Eren pointed between the two of you before tossing the ball hard enough for it to bounce directly off the table. 

“Could ask you the same question,” you crossed your arms, shifting your weight to the left. 

“It’s none of your business,” Mikasa snapped at you, bitterness making your jaw ache. 

“What I do is none of your damn business either, then,” you spit back, before Jean grabbed the back of your dress to pull you back, enough to settle you down a bit. 

“Don’t feed into her bullshit,” Jean whispered as he cleaned the ball off on his jeans, just loud enough for you to hear. 

He’s right. Be the bigger person. Just for a little while longer. 

You watched as he silently went, jaw clenched as tight as the night you came in crying after Eren dumped you. 

He wasn’t nice, accusing you of too many things, that you were the problem and he couldn’t take it anymore. 

You weren’t upset about him leaving, the words he spat with a raised voice and flailing hands was what pulled hysterical sobs out of you for hours as the three of them coddled you in the living room. 

He made it, stepping out of the way so you could go. Missed. Fuck. 

“It’s okay,” Jean’s hand was glued to your back once again as if it was second nature. 

“All worked up or something?” Eren snickered, standing as he picked up the ball you threw that ended up on the floor. 

He missed. 

Jean scoffed under his breath, making Eren’s face run hot. Mikasa missed, rolling her eyes. 

Back and forth, somehow keeping the lead. You didn’t know how, hands shaking with sheer anger at every single comment. Each response that you wanted to snap back with you kept gathered in your chest, seeping into your bloodstream. 

You sunk the last one, beating them by 2 cups. 

“This is fucking bullshit, there’s no fucking way,” Eren raised his voice, Mikasa placing her hand on his chest to try and settle him. “Can’t believe we lost to a whore and her boy of the week,”. 

Excuse me? What the fuck did you just say? 

The room fell silent, eyes glued to the hot-headed red-faced boy leaning over the table. 

“What the fuck did you just say about her?” Jean ran his tongue across his top teeth, seething.  

“I said, I can’t believe we lost to a whore and her boy of the week,”. He had a smirk on his face that made you want to tear the skin right off of him, muscles torn, bones exposed. 

“Eren? What the fuck?” Sasha stood next to you, a step forward. 

“Yeager what the hell?” Reiner’s bloodshot eyes swung over to him, genuinely confused. 

“As if you weren’t fucking her the whole time we were together,”. The statement slipped out before you could stop it, blinded by the sheer audacity. Shut up, shut up, shut up. 

Mikasa’s face ran hot, flushed. 

“Oh my god, you actually were?” Sasha asked, completely dumbfounded. 

“I-as if you weren’t fucking him too,” she scoffed, voice cracking. 

“Unlike some people, I really value fidelity,”.  Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up. 

Words were falling out of you faster than you could catch them, eyes glued open. 

“Y/N, hush,” Jean grabbed your hand, interlocking fingers, hoping to hold you back. 

You watched as they tried to collect their words, stumbling. 

“Hope you enjoy sloppy seconds,” Eren spat again, the only words he could seem to find. 

“At least he makes me finish,” you leaned over slightly to make the words sting a little more, replacing your tight jaw with a smirk, just brutal enough for it to sink into him. 

“Want me to show you how? She makes really pretty noises,” Jean played into your blatant lie, nearly everyone’s jaw on the floor. Even the people you didn’t really know were holding their breaths, not wanting to miss a single word. 

“You goddamn son of a bitch, I’ll kill you,” Eren seethed through gritted teeth, all color in his eyes disappearing with each syllable. 

“Someone’s awfully jealous over a girl they dumped. Was two girls not enough for you?” Jean laughed, pulling you in front of him so your back was completely pressed against him. His arms wrapped around you, acting as casual as possible. 

Eren battled for words, stuttering out loud as Mikasa gave him a confused glance. 

“Don’t tell me he told you that I dumped him,” you tilted your head to the side, pouting at her with eyes that held nothing but light and humility. 

“That’s what he told us,”. Reiner shrugged, not quite absorbing the hostility plaguing the air. 

“Once a liar, always a liar,” Jean drug his words out, taunting. 

“As if you two aren’t lying about being together. You two just suddenly show up happy as ever. I call bullshit,”. Eren was scrambling for anything he could use against you. 

Wordlessly, as if it was second nature, Jean pulled you to his side, leaning down towards you. 

He pressed his lips against yours, hand rested on the side of your face. You did the same, falling into it. 

It was longer than it should have been, sending every single emotion known to man straight to the heat between your legs. 

What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On. 

“I don’t think friends do that,” a bystander tuned in, jaw nearly on the floor. The short girl next to him was equally as stunned, as if they’d never seen affection before. 

Pulling away, he rubbed his thumb against your bottom lip, before offering you a wink. Turning back to a dumbfounded Eren, he stood there waiting for a response. 

“Cat got your tongue? You can come back and watch us later, it seems like you’re into it,”. Jean’s ego was the highest you’d ever seen it, and it was really fucking hot. 

“Eren, we should just go,”. Mikasa stuttered, flustered and frustrated all at the same time. 

“No, I’m just getting started with goddamn horseface over here thinking he’s better than me,”. He slipped away from Mikasa, letting his rage drive his body. 

“Sash,” Jean nodded to her, letting her take your hand and ensuring you weren’t left alone. 

“Are you doing this just to fuck with me? Huh?” Eren pushed Jean’s chest as he walked forward, both taller and stronger than Eren. 

“Why would we give you that time of day you fucking moron,”. Jean’s presence alone made Eren step back, stopped by the wall behind. 

It was the first time you had ever seen Eren scared. The first time Jean wasn’t yelling back, not feeding into the childish energy Eren always radiated when he was angry. 

“Why don’t you let us know why you’re just so jealous, Yeager. Let us know why you’re so jealous over  a girl you dumped. Enlighten us, please,”. The smile on Jean’s face was unsettling, he’s having way too much fun with this. 

“I just got with her to piss you off! Fine, I fucking said it!” He threw his hands up, pleading that Jean wouldn’t retaliate. “It was just a game, I- couldn’t tolerate her bullshit long enough to make you break,”. 

Jean’s hand gripped Eren’s collar, slamming him into the wall, about to open his mouth. 

“You just fucking used me? Are you fucking kidding me?” Sasha physically held you back, vision turning red. Tunnel visioned and ears ringing, hearing the words you suspected were true the whole time. “You couldn’t deal with my bullshit? You were sleeping with her the whole time! You told me I was the problem!” 

“Y/N, stop,” Sasha tried to hold you back, to shut your mouth. 

“Was the screaming part of the game? Was scaring me away from my friends part of the game? Treating me like shit part of the game? Please, do share, you pathetic piece of shit,”. You weren’t even sure what you were saying anymore, burning the back of your throat on the way out. 

“You’re gonna pay for this. You thought your lies wouldn’t catch up to you huh?” His grip tightened, knuckles white.  

“You will never hurt her again. You will never come near her again, do you fucking understand?” 

Shoving him harder, enough to knock the wind out of him, Jean repeated his question, much louder. 

“Do you fucking understand Yeager?!” 

“Yes, yes fine, just fucking let me go,”. Eren tried to squirm free, before Jean released his collar with his eyes glued on you. 

“We’re leaving,” he grabbed you by your waist, picking you up enough so he could  swing you in front of him. 

He didn’t let you fight it, nor did you want to. 

That was a fucking disaster. 

Why did I think this was a good idea? 

Practically pushing you out the door, he unlocked his truck and lifted you up directly into your seat. He slammed the door, ushering around to his side and immediately kicking the engine on. 

“Here,”. He pulled your phone out of his back pocket, holding it so you wouldn’t need to bring a bag. 

“Jean, you didn’t have to d-”. 

“Yes, yes I did,”. He sighed, putting the truck in drive, anxiously running his fingers through his hair. 

“Are you okay?” You asked, more of a whisper and less like a question. 

“Are you?” He placed his hand on your thigh, like he was still playing the part. 

You didn’t fight it, craving something, someone to hold you down. 

“I-I don’t know?” You fidgeted with your fingers, eyes glued to his hand on your thigh, thumb rubbing small circles on your skin. “I mean, he never really seemed to actually like me, so,”. 

Your voice trailed, feeling sickened with embarrassment. Why did I stay with him in the first place? Why did I get with him in the first place? 

You saw him nod his head out of the corner of your eye, biting his lip to hold whatever words he wanted to say back. 

A silent drive, pulling into your empty house. You knew that Connie and Sasha would stay the night, too drunk to drive and too stubborn to pay for an uber. 

You texted them to let them know you were okay, and to not worry about anything, to try and have a good time. Locking your phone and setting it on your lap, eyes glossed over. 

“C’mon,”. He put the truck in park, waiting for you to unbuckle your seatbelt. He pulled his hand away from your thigh, leaving you cold with a vacant chest cavity. 

You walked into the house wordlessly, your body pressed against his as the breeze picked up and your hands began to freeze. 

Kicking your shoes off right by the door, you immediately went and slumped over on the couch, head in your hands. 

I think I just messed everything up. 

Eren really was using me. 

How did I not see that coming? 

Why didn’t believe it was true that he was using me? 

How is everyone supposed to get along now? 

Reiner’s probably pissed. 

Are things going to be weird between Jean and I now? 

I think I liked that kiss a little too much. 

Why do I always fuck everything up. 

“It’s okay, everything’s okay,”. Jean sat down next to you, leaving no space between you. He pulled your legs into his lap, just like you were on the worn out couch in Reiner’s basement. 

Resting your head against him, you let your body collapse against his. Two college kids in ridiculous costumes, staring at a blank TV screen in an empty house. 

What a way to spend my last college Halloween. 

His hands held you close, one crawling up your side, under the hem of your dress. It wasn’t meant to be like that, but it made your insides twitch. 

Be so fucking for real right now, are you insane? 

We can handle this later in the shower. Calm down. 

“Hey um-” Jean took a deep breath, you rising as his chest expanded. “I’m sorry if that was too much, I got carried away an-” 

“I liked it,”. Your face ran hot, words spilling out before you even registered your thoughts.

Do I lack fucking critical thinking skills? 

What in the goddamn world am I saying? 

“You did?” 

All you could do was nod, too embarrassed yet knowing it was far too late to hide what you had spilled. 

“Good,” his hand ran up your thigh just a little more, hand fully rested on your ass like it was nothing. 

HUH? 

You both sat there in silence, tension flooding the room like wildfire. It was hard to breathe, your head was becoming a mess, hundreds of thoughts running through it faster than the speed of light. 

Your hand that was once cradled against your chest had found its way to the back of his neck, running your nails through the base of his now slightly unkempt mullet. 

“Do you, um-” his voice was shaky, cheeks flushed. You had never seen him so nervous before, always hiding it behind a false smile and loud jokes. 

“Do I what?” You batted your eyelashes up at him, having a feeling you knew what he was going to ask. 

“I- uh, fuck,”. He bit his lip, avoiding your eyes. 

“Yes,” you whispered against his neck. 

You knew there was no going back after what had happened, where his hands had been. The way he kissed you, the way he defended you. 

His eyes turned wide, unblinking. Like he was in shock, heart running a million miles an hour. 

Forcing himself to gather his thoughts, he pulled you up onto his lap, your legs now on either side of him. 

“Are you sure about this?” Your fingers were still running through his hair, shaky and riddled with anxiety. 

He has to be playing a trick on me, right?

As if he was going to die if he waited any longer, he pulled your hips closer with one hand, your head closer with the other. 

You melted into each other, bodies becoming one. It was messy, it was breathless. You moved in unison, your DNA intertwined.   

Your hips rolled against him, feeling him grow harder by the second. Fuck, he’s big. 

“Yours or mine,” he pulled away for a moment in time, craving so much more of you. 

“Yours,” you mumbled through a half broken kiss, unwillingly to let him go. 

He stood up, letting you wrap your legs around him. How he did it so effortlessly, you weren’t sure, too clouded in lust to try and figure it out. 

With rapid steps, he shoved his door open, just to slam it closed behind you. With his hand on the back of your head, laying you down below him, head on his pillow. 

Before the clock could tick another second, his lips were on yours again, tugging on your bottom lip. Leaving them cold and glossy, he trailed his lips down your neck, nipping you with his teeth every so often. 

It pulled a giggle out of you each time, the scruff that littered his jawline tickling against your skin. 

“You can mark me,”. Your words were breathy, hard to push out past your racing heart. 

Following those four words, he sunk his teeth into the side of your neck, sucking your skin to break as many blood vessels as he could, telling your veins his name.  

You couldn’t keep count of how many marks he left on you, the aftermath not even remotely present behind your eyes. 

He ran his hands down your body, pulling your dress up as he ran them back up. The air was frigid against the heat he had created in a few minutes time, goosebumps littering your skin once again. 

Your glossy eyes met his, both desperate for so much more, waiting for the other to initiate. 

You grabbed his hand, eyes still locked with his, guiding it down your stomach slowly, resting it on top of your clothed cunt. You could feel the slick soaking through, and you knew he could too. 

His eyes widened, mouth slightly agape. You nodded your head, waiting for him to fill the ache that had grown so quickly inside. 

With permission granted, he dove his hand under the waistband of your underwear, biting his lip as he ran his middle finger down your slit. 

“F-fuck you’re so wet,” he stuttered, drawing gentle circles around your clit. 

It drew light whimpers out of you, needing more, now. 

“More,” you muttered through a bitten lip, whining. 

Before you could finish, he dove his middle finger inside you, causing you to arch your back and the air to be sucked out of your lungs. 

He pumped in and out of you slowly, pressing his lips against yours, absorbing the whimpers that crawled up your throat. 

He slipped another in, curling up and brushing against the spot you needed him to abuse. 

You pulled one of your hands away from his hair, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down his zipper with a few fluid movements. 

Pressing your hand against his hardened length, feeling him shudder with your touch. Even with his boxers still holding a barrier, you could feel how long he was, how heavy he was. 

His pace sped up, drawing the ties of an orgasm closer together. Please, please, please. 

“Please,” you begged through minimal breaks in space between your lips. 

“Please what,” he drug his fingers out of you, brushing your clit on the way up. 

“I need- I want more,”. Your eyelids were low, pupils huge. One strap of your dress had slipped off your shoulder, begging to be taken off. 

You watched him place the fingers that were just inside you in his mouth, eyes locked on yours. 

“Fucking hell,”. He tilted his head back, unbuttoning his shirt as fast as he could. 

You’d seen him shirtless before, but not like this. A slight sheen of sweat, muscles tight, chest heaving. His v-line deep, nearly making you crumble as he tossed his shirt on the floor. 

A little more awkward than he planned, he slipped his jeans off, tossing them out of the way. 

With anxious fingers, he pulled your underwear off in one pull, taking in your glistening cunt with wide, lovestruck eyes. 

He reached behind you and undid the zipper, pulling the cheap fabric off of your shoulders, exposing you entirely. 

You swore his jaw fully unhinged, taking every inch of you in. He ran his hands up and down your sides, cupping both of your tits together, utterly starstruck. 

“Earth to Jean?” You batted your lashes at him again, snapping him out of his clouded stare. 

“Fuck, god you’re so much hotter than I ever could have imagined,”. 

His words were slurred, bringing a rapid flush to your face. 

“I can’t take this anymore,” he slid his boxers off faster than you could register, his fingers finding their place inside you without warning. Your eyes caught a glimpse of him, widening with the single thought of how the fuck is that going to fit? 

He looked up at you, waiting for your eyes to meet his. They were questioning, asking if it was okay to continue. 

You nodded with too much enthusiasm, drunk on the feeling of him, on the hint of his cologne, the lust in his eyes, the gloss on his lips. 

The rest of the world didn’t matter, the only thing that existed in this universe was the man on top of you, pinched brows and disheveled hair, heavy breathing and the stars that surrounded him. 

He spat on his hand, coating his length with a little bit of makeshift lubricant, hoping it would ease his entrance. 

At an achingly slow pace, you felt his tip, dressed in pre-cum, struggle against you. Each centimeter burned, but took your soul out of your body as you slowly felt him filling you up. 

Both of you holding your breath, biting your lip as if you were teenagers who weren’t quite sure what to do. 

You tried your best to relax, slowly stretching to fit as much of him inside as possible. 

You felt him press against your cervix, bottoming out, hips flush against your spread thighs. 

Devoid of oxygen, the sheer size of him pushing out any air you had left trapped inside. Pulling out the harshest gasp, your eyes reaching the back of your head. 

“Oh.. my.. fucking…god,”. He shivered, kicking his head back, swallowing hard. 

You whined against him, needing him to fucking move. Friction, bruising, desperation, and everything in between. 

His motions were slow, cautious. He was being gentle, too gentle for the gnawing cries of your begging core, wanting to unravel at the motions of someone else for the first time in forever. 

His eyes were dark, nearly all color swallowed up by his enlarged pupils, dilated enough to take everything in, keeping the photographs locked in his mind for safe-keeping. 

“J-Jean,” you whined, desperately needing him to speed up, to be harder, to let go of any restraints he was still holding on to. 

“Yes?” His words were caught in his heavy breathing, forgetting how to speak. 

“Harder, p-please,”. It wasn’t like you to beg, to plead so quickly. 

Something about the man you had grown up with side by side, now on top of you, drove you up a wall. You needed him everywhere, never letting go. 

Seeing him in an entirely new light, the sun’s rays illuminating him above you. Seeing him be vulnerable, being so close you were completely intertwined, had your heart carving its way out of your chest to meet his. 

Two words granted him permission to break free from the chains wrapped around him, plowing into you with enough force to snap every bone in your body. 

Pace increasing, slipping in and out with ease by the mess he had created between your legs, spilling onto his emerald green comforter. 

His fingertips leaving bruises on your hips, holding on to you hard enough to never let you go. 

He pulled moans out of you without even trying, babbled curses and whimpers mixed together in a mess of incoherent phrases. 

His guttural, hungry sounds that clouded yours sent you further over the edge, calling your nerves to send shocks down to your fingertips that were leaving bleeding scratches in his back and along his arms. 

You wrapped your legs around him, him pressing a hand on the spot where you felt him crash against you. Watching your brows pinch together, biting your lip so hard you thought it would bleed. 

“Oh is someone close?” His voice was taunting, sticking to your eardrums like honey. 

You nodded, unable to deny your response to the way he filled you up so perfectly. 

He kept pace, hand pushing down hard enough to rupture your core that was aching to break. Spitting nonsense out of your mouth, a mix of curses  and praises and everything in between, colorful spots behind your eyelids. 

Legs shaking enough to almost lose their grip around him, a hummed laugh bubbling in his chest. 

“You do make really pretty noises,”. Your face was flushed, chest moving enough to keep catching his eye with every thrust. 

Never in your life had sex ever felt like this. It always felt like a chore, mediocre at best. Rarely finishing, still feeling vacant. 

You had never felt so warm, so full. Your head so far in the clouds that you were higher than the birds migrating, planes flying to unknown destinations. 

You opened your eyes, their gloss matching your fucked-out face, a devilish flicker behind his eyes. 

“Does my baby have more in her?” He was a completely different man, no longer nervous or worried about hurting you. 

You nodded, never wanting this feeling to end. Never wanting him to leave, never wanting to feel empty ever again. 

“Be a good girl and flip over for me,”. He pulled out of you quicker than you imagined, making you whine with frustration at the momentary lack of warmth. 

Burying your face in his pillow, you felt him pull your hips up, supporting your weight on your knees, the rest on your forearms next to you. 

This time he slipped in easily, no resistance but still tight enough to make him curse under his breath. 

Running his fingers through your hair, he pulled you up towards him, grasp tight on your scalp. 

“You’re mine now, understand?” He was serious, not just playing a role. Words heavy against your neck, your spine aching at the angle he was drilling into you at. 

All you could do was nod your head, airways cut short as the grip on your hair tightened. 

Pushing you back down, thumbs in the small of your back for stability. Fistfulls of bedding saving the palms of your hands from the pressure of your nails, muffled cries into his pillow. 

Your legs trembled as he brushed against the spot your body was begging for him to abuse, hitting harder as you pushed back, arching your back as much as you could. 

“Already? You dirty, dirty girl,” he clicked his tongue, speeding up. One hand dipped below, fingers repeating circles on your swollen clit, sending you over the edge in seconds. 

You could barely keep yourself up, bones turned to mush as you came all over him for a second time in minutes. His fingers never stopped, his pace never faltered, ensuring you rode out your high all over him. 

You felt him twitch inside you as you throbbed around him, tightening as your moans became nothing but strings of cries and whimpers, repeating his name like a broken record. 

“Are you gonna be a really good girl and do one more for me?” He leaned over, kissing your shoulder and you nodded your head. 

You lacked the capacity to think, the ability to form a coherent sentence. 

He pulled out of you again, leaving you confused and a whining mess. 

“C’mere, it’s your turn sweetheart,”. He helped pull you onto his lap, straddling him. Just like you began, a lot less clothing involved. 

You couldn’t help but laugh, the only thing your brain could manage was the phrase ‘save a horse, ride a cowboy,’ on repeat, watching his face slightly twist in confusion. 

Supporting your still shaking body on the headboard with your weak hands, you lowered yourself onto him as slow as you could, watching his eyes roll back instead. 

By the force of gravity, he somehow pushed deeper, bruising you on impact. 

Using any strength you had left, you rode him like your life depended on it, the sounds he created enough to give you a second wind. 

Muttering nonsense, hands wandering anywhere and everywhere, eyes glued to the sight of him sliding in and out of you. 

You tightened around him on purpose, watching him shudder and feeling him twitch inside you. 

His nails desperately clawing at your skin, forcing you to hold back your urge to snap again. 

“Fu-fuck I’m-”. He couldn’t piece his words together in time, feeling him lose control inside you. 

The warmth tipped you over, barely able to keep going as your eyes were glued to his face. 

Jaw tight, head kicked back enough to see him struggle to breathe, eyebrows pinched together harder than you’d ever seen. 

Broken breaths, caught in the way of his unraveled nerves taking over his body. 

“Oh…my god,”. You muttered, trying to catch your breath, weight fully supported by your grip on the headboard, knees completely useless. 

He pulled your face closer to his, kissing you gently this time. 

It wasn’t messy, wasn't urgent. It was loving. 

Your heart fluttered at the contrast, innocently brushing lips as he was still inside you. 

“You-You are fucking insane,”. He huffed through a dumbfounded laugh, shaking his head. 

“What do you mean?” You pretended to be offended, unable to hold back a smile. 

“I-fucking hell. Um-”. His face flushed in embarrassment, confidence disappearing with a drop in adrenaline. 

“Use your big boy words,”. You taunted him, slightly moving your hips that were still in control of him. 

“You- you’re a goddamn angel in the flesh, I swear,”. His statement turned your face bright red, hotter than the sun, the lava under the Earth’s crust. Funny, given the costume I wore, and the acts we just committed. 

“Oh hush it,”. You tried to deflect it, knowing it was the post-sex haze pulling nonsense out of him. He rolled his eyes, knowing you were going to do that, squinting at you. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,”. You raised your hips, him falling out of you, followed by a mix of his orgasm and yours spilling out onto his bedding. 

“Fuck I’m sorry I-” 

“We’ll throw it in the wash, it's no big deal,”. He ruffled your already messed up hair, laughing at your panicked apology. 

He carried you to his bathroom, which was really just a few steps. He turned the faucet on in the bath, setting you down on the toilet right next to it. 

“I’ll be right back, okay?” 

You nodded, taking the opportunity to let the rest fall out of you, preventing a uti while he wasn’t around. 

He just came in us, and you’re panicking about that? 

He came back to feed you cold water, an extra  towel in hand. You had your own shower, but it was upstairs and you both would be damned if you tried to go up them. 

He helped you clean up, cleaning himself too in the process. Holding you steady, peppering gentle kisses all over you. 

Still in a daze, now clouded by steam and his body wash, you could barely process what just happened. 

All you knew was that you were happy. 

You let him dress you in one of his t-shirts, and a pair of his boxers that didn’t fit him right anymore. 

“I’ll wash those tomorrow”. He shrugged, looking at the mess that was his bed. 

Sitting you down on the couch, now just sore and aching, he turned on the tv, switching to the mindless reality tv show the two of you always made fun of. 

Laying next to him, bodies pressed together on the long part of the couch, his legs still hanging off per usual. 

“I meant what I said,”. He mumbled under his breath as you zoned out on the tv. 

“Hm?” 

“I meant what I said,”. 

“What do you mean?” What did he say? At what point of the night? 

“That you’re mine now,”. He was certain, regardless of your answer. Yet still terrified, worried you were going to dismiss him, hearing his anxious heartbeat shaking the earth. 

“Okay,”. You smiled at him, watching his eyes light up with a joy you had never seen. Brighter than a kid on Christmas, brighter than all the stars in the sky. 

Pulling you in for one more kiss, you felt him smile against your lips, gentle and sealing your words together. 

You were his now. 

Our parents were right.

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when no one else is there for you, possessive jean k always will. this can also be found on my ao3! i will post links shortly once i get the hang of this whole thing :')

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My dudes, I'm sorry for bombarding you with so much of my Cadet Aruani shenanigans lately... but here's chapter 4 of my story! I hope you like it! Check Flowers, Weapon and Dance for chapter 1, 2 and 3.

Question

Dancing.

Something so trivial, a practice so common that Annie’s never really paid attention to before. An activity reserved for the naive people of this world who need a way to escape their daily hardships. Dancing, drinking… smoking… all just coping mechanisms meant to aid the hell that was living. 

She could never allow herself to lose control like that, even for a second. Annie always had her guard up, that’s simply how she was brought up to be. Vigilant, cautious, observant. Reading the battle before it even begins. Knowing the enemy before they strike their first shot.

But today’s battle has been nothing but a lost cause. The moment she left her room and ventured to the canteen, it’s been one ambush after the other. And now she’s being held captive by one of her very enemies, fighting what seems to be a losing battle. 

Except…the reason for her imprisonment is herself. There is no battle. And the enemy’s holding her…incredibly gently? 

Marley could have never prepared her for this.

When Armin offered to teach her how to dance, she should have said no. She should have returned to her room, alone, and gone to bed. She should have prepared for tomorrow’s big exam. But she said yes. And then instantly regretted it.

Annie didn’t care about dancing. She’d never have any use for it. What could she even do with this skill, dance her enemies to death? 

What she did want, unfortunately, was answers. Answers to uncomfortable questions she wished she didn’t have to begin with. 

"Why did you get me flowers?"

Why did he get her flowers? And not only once, but multiple times across the span of a fortnite. 

Her roommates immediately began gossiping when these mysterious trinkets started appearing on their now notorious window sill. Some were convinced it was a gift from Franz to Hannah, but the two vehemently denied it. It’s true, Annie thought, that there was no reason for secrecy in their case. Everyone knew they were an item.

Not that Annie ever really cared.

Then theories ran wilder and wilder, with the girls speculating they might be from someone like Reiner or Jean who were very popular subjects of gossip, to Annie’s despair. After mere days of speculation, she couldn’t take any more of Mina gushing over Reiner’s biceps or Sandra trying to guess Jean’s junk size. For her own sanity and to the girl’s massive disappointment, Annie informed them the two were… kind of a thing.

Not that Annie ever wanted to know.

Some girls started pestering Krista and Ymir, which Annie considered foolish. They lived in the same room, why wouldn’t Ymir simply leave gifts directly on Krista’s bed if she had easy access to it. Based on Annie’s assumptions, it had to be an outsider of some sorts. The location was a clear piece of evidence that fully supported that.

Not that Annie ever liked solving mysteries. Well… maybe just a little bit.

She would think about it during class or training, moments where her mind disconnected from the world around. It couldn’t have been any of these couples. It just didn’t make sense.

So then, who else? 

Eren was out of the question, he wasn’t nearly elegant enough to pull off something like this, as much as Mikasa hoped it had been the case. Bertholdt? Maybe, but he didn’t seem like the kind of person to be so…public, or forward with his actions. He was also a bit of a coward, Annie thought, so she mentally crossed him off the list. Connie wasn’t even an option. He would most likely resort to one of his many jokes or pranks instead. Or worse, his horrible puns… 

They weren’t so bad, Annie thought.

Then there’s Marco who was always an awkward mess. And for the rest, she didn’t know them well enough to judge. Maybe it was Thomas, or Samuel? Daz? Definitely not Daz. 

"Snooping around the girl dorms, Armin?"

Armin. He was the person leaving behind those blasted flowers. She hadn’t even considered it before, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. He had this aura of gentleness around him that matched up perfectly with such a careful gesture. So really, Annie should have immediately figured out it was him.

But maybe she simply…didn’t want it to be him? 

When she discovered him sneaking around their cabin, she started feeling it. Was it anger? Disgust? Disappointment? No, it was definitely something else. A feeling so obnoxious Annie started wondering if she was getting some strange Paradisian illness.

If Armin was indeed the perpetrator, then who were these flowers for, exactly? Mina? Krista? Sandra? The more Annie theorised in her head, the more this… weird feeling tightened around her throat.

"They reminded me of you."

Screams, gasps, objects flying. That was Annie’s day after Armin left her hanging at the window sill. The flowers had been for her, all along?

"Annieee, I’m sooo jealous!" Sandra whined, admiring Annie’s newly acquired bouquet.

Jealousy?

No. It couldn’t be, right? Weapons certainly could not feel jealousy.

But among many other uncertain new feelings this interaction with Armin had brought, she also felt… relieved? Reassured? Was she really that affected by his actions?

She let her guard down and now the enemy ambushed her. What was his plan, exactly? Armin was smart, scarily smart in fact. Maybe he’d figured out her true identity and was trying to get her to let her guard down?

"I don’t get it..." Annie muttered, staring at the flowers in her hands.

"What’s not to get?" Mina asked, amused. Both her and Sasha had such devilish looks on their faces that they made Annie feel incredibly uncomfortable.

"Didn’t know Arlert was into beasts like you, Leonhart." Ymir sneered from above Annie. She was resting on her stomach, head in her hands, a horrible smirk spreading across her lips. 

Annie hated her guts.

"What!?"

"Annie! He likes you! Oh, how delightful!" Krista sang from under Mina’s bed, hugging her pillow tightly. 

"He…likes me?" Annie’s brows furrowed. "Like, as a friend?" Why would Armin want to be her friend?

"And I thought Eren was the oblivious one" Sandra moaned, clearly annoyed with the whole situation. "Annie, Armin -likes you-. As in, he has a -crush- on you. Sheesh this is dumb, I’m going back to bed!" with that, Sandra turned over, throwing a blanket over herself.

"He might have a crush on you, but make sure you don’t -break- him, alright?" Ymir joked, earning a round of ‘oooh’s from the other girls. "Mikasa might kill you for it." 

The same Mikasa that somehow managed to miss the whole situation by simply taking a shower. Annie suddenly became very jealous of her.

The girls then started laughing, some blushing, some delving into intrusive speculations about Armin that Annie wished she’d never heard. Her eyes fell on the bouquet in her hands. There was such a big contrast between the roughness of her fingers and the tenderness of the petals tickling her knuckles. 

Armin likes her? 

"They're strong.... and soft".

It couldn’t be. It must be some sort of misunderstanding.

So then why has tonight gone the way it has? Why did he look so concerned for her back at the canteen? Why did he offer to teach her how to dance? Why did he follow through?

And why is Annie not letting go of his embrace even now, when she’s finally decided to get to the bottom of all of this?

"Why?"

"W-why what?" he asks, sheepishly. 

"Why did you get me flowers?" Annie breaks the ice. She’s been avoiding this subject all evening, but the closer she got to Armin, the more she craved answers. A concrete and solid reply. Something to clear all the unfamiliar emotions she has been battling for the past week.

Armin’s eyes widen and his grasp on Annie’s body weakens. He looks like he’s about to faint and when he doesn’t manage to form any kind of coherent reply, Annie pushes further.

"Do you like me?" she asks bluntly. But as much as Annie wants to somehow maintain this stern exterior, her icy walls have already been partially melted by their earlier performance. Does she really want to know?

"What-?" Armin’s red face turns 100 shades deeper. He lets go of Annie’s hand and waist as if they’ve just burnt him, arms lifting in the air defensively.

Annie didn’t mind this side of him.

"As a fr-?"

"No, Armin. That’s not what I mean." She persists, taking a step closer to him. And then another and another…until his back meets the door. There’s no escape for him this time. Nowhere to run, no way to avoid her.

Silence pours between them for a bit, shallow breaths interrupted by vague fractures of words trying to evade Armin’s lips. He shrinks more and more into the softness of the hoodie Annie had lent him and she wonders if he’ll simply disappear within it.

Annie didn’t mind this side of him at all.

"What… what if I do?" He replies after what seems like a century. 

Annie blinks. Once, twice, then she frowns. Armin… likes her? Armin Arlert likes Annie Leonhart? The girls were right, after all? 

"Armin, you… Really?" her somewhat annoyed tone twists something within Armin’s eyes and she regrets her response.

"I-... yeah. I think so."

"You think so?"

"Yes, I like you!" he exclaims, eyes closing shut as he covers his face.

There it is, the answer she’s been waiting for. All cleared up.

Except, this only raises more questions in her mind. Why her? Since when? But Annie’s patience is running low, she doesn’t know how much time she has before her annoying roommates return from the party. The music is now barely audible and she knows at least some people will be returning soon.

So her fingers twist the door lock shut. She needs more time.

"Annie…!?" Armin peeks from between his fingers, following her movements. He shrieks when her palms land on either side of his head, locking him in.

"Since when?" she asks in a low voice, just in case anyone enters the hallway anytime soon.

"A while now..." And Annie didn’t notice?

"Why the flowers?" She continues, eyes darting between Armin and the vase by her bed. The origin of this mess.

"I thought… they would make you smile." 

Smile? He wanted her to smile? A simple answer, really, and it shouldn’t make Annie’s heart beat as fast as it does. Smiling isn’t something she does often. It’s not something that comes naturally. There wasn’t much smiling to do when fighting out on the battlefield or sneaking into the sewers, after all.

She doesn’t know how to reply. Annie feels angry, curious, anxious and many other things, all at once. All because of him. And he’s looking right at her with such hope that it makes her feel guilty. It makes her feel incredibly conflicted because, really, she’s his enemy. She’s a warrior, a murderer, a horrible person. A weapon, a deceiver, nothing short of evil. Hell on Earth.

But maybe tonight she could be… just a nobody? Would the world punish her for this small request? Would the world really end…if she allowed herself to like him back? 

Though, before she can make her choice Armin’s hand envelops her cheek, his soft thumb running over her face. She’s… crying?

"Annie, I’m sorry…I didn’t want to upset you." 

Tears of sadness? Of despair? Are they the same tears she’d shed ever since she embarked on this cruel, never-ending mission? 

No. That’s not it.

"Shut up…" But her voice is so low, Armin completely misses it.

"What?" 

She’s not sad, she’s not despairing. She doesn’t know what it is and it’s strange, irritating, but also refreshing, exciting. It tickles the tips of her fingers and the curve of her lips. She’s so full of feeling it overwhelms her.

"I said shut up, dammit!" she blurts out before crashing their lips together. Rough, uncoordinated, clumsy feelings all escape at once and for a moment, Annie feels hopeful. Gleeful even. 

And when Armin leans into her, Annie concludes…

She’s more than just a weapon, after all.

[pedrito-friskito]

Kay!

Can I just say, I love your sundae idea! It's adorable, and now I really want a sundae 🤤

Could I please request #3 from the fluff prompts with Javier Peña pretty please? ♥️

midge! I hope you got your sundae 🤍

I kinda of tweaked the prompt a lil bit here but I hope you like it, and you know I had to go back to the ranch for this too…

burning questions - the ranch - javier peña x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none! tooth-rotting fluff, javi is an over-thinker

Javi’s been thinking about it.

Well, more than thinking about it.

To be quite honest, the thing’s been burning a hole in his pocket since he picked it up. More than a week now. It’d be a lie to say this was an impulsive decision — on the contrary, he’s never felt more sure about anything else before — but now he has to figure out the how, and he didn’t think it would be this hard.

The biggest problem, he’s realizing, is that when you’re both home, you’re never far away from each other. Always within arm’s reach, close enough to know what the other is doing. It’s not an overbearing presence by any stretch, but it just means it’s going to take a bit more tact and planning to get things how he wants them.

But then his brain starts going…is that what you want?

Javier has always been an over-thinker. When it came to his career, it worked in his favour more often than not, but this wouldn’t be the first time he’s shot something to hell in his personal life because he can’t get his brain to shut down.

Steve, shockingly, is little help.

“You’re gonna do it!” his old partner hoots into the phone. “Javier Peña, you old dog! I knew she was the one for you, brother.”

Javi rubs his hand across his brow. You’re in the living room, your nose in a book, and he purposely left the TV a little louder than normal, in hopes it would drown out his phone call. “Yeah, yeah, you’re a savant, Steve, honestly. But listen, I need…how did you propose to Connie?”

“What?”

“When you proposed to Connie, how’d you do it?”

“Javi, are you asking me how to ask a woman to marry you?” His friend pauses. “Wait, haven’t you done this before?”

“Yes,” he whisper-sighs into the phone. “But with Lorraine, it was different. It was…obligation. It wasn’t special.” He glances toward the living room, just able to see the top of your head from where he’s stood in the kitchen. “She has no idea, Steve. At least, I hope she doesn’t, and I just…I need to make it special, you know?”

“Brother, it’s gonna be special no matter what you do, you realize that, right? You two love each other. It’s simple as that.”

“But—”

“I carried around Connie’s ring in my pocket for months, trying to do exactly what you’re trying to do right now. I was waiting for the right moment, the perfect moment, but here’s the thing, Jav: that moment doesn’t exist. If you keep waiting for it to feel perfect, you’ll be waiting a long time.”

“You’re right,” Javi admits, scrubbing his hand over his chin. “Wait, so how’d you do it?”

Steve chuckles lowly. “Middle of the grocery store. Connie asked if I wanted chocolate or vanilla ice cream and I got down on one knee right there in the freezer aisle.”

Javi laughs back. “You fuckin’ cheeseball.”

“Takes one to know one,” his partner shoots back. “Go, Jav. Whatever you do, it’ll be great.”

The line disconnects, and Javier sets the phone back in it’s cradle. From the living room, he sees you perk up on the couch, turning to look at him. “Baby, would you bring me a glass of water?”

Baby, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?

He nearly says it right then. The ring’s sitting in the chest pocket of his shirt. His eyes linger on you a moment, the easy smile on your face and the bright in your eyes. He’s lost for that second, caught up in the way he’s looking at you, the way you’re looking back. How beautiful you’d look walking down an aisle toward him, that same brightness in your gaze…

“Javi?”

“Yeah,” he replies, snapping out of his reverie. “Water, yeah, be right there.”

The rest of the night passes, and between commercials on the TV, Javi thinks it over. Over-thinks it, over and over and over. Steve’s words play on repeat in his mind, and the ring in his pocket feels white-hot. At one point, you adjust yourself on the couch, angling your body back against his chest, and panic rises in him. Can you feel the little round outline, the way it’s burning a hole in his skin?

Around midnight, you declare yourself suitably tired, turning to give him a soft kiss before pushing off the couch, carrying your book and your half-empty glass of water out of the living room. Javi listens to the quiet pad of your feet up the stairs, hears the creak of the bedroom door.

Silently, he fishes the ring from his pocket, turns it over in the dim lamplight. He recalls his father’s face when he told Chucho his intentions, that he was sure you were the one, that he wanted to ask you to be his wife. It was a far cry from the conversation they’d had when Javi proposed to Lorraine all those years ago, and the old man had stared Javier down with wet eyes. “I knew she was the one, Jav. Right from the first time I met her. She makes you so happy, mijo, and it makes me so happy to see it.”

It’s been a while now since his mother had been able to wear her wedding rings; the medications she took made her hands puffy, and while she usually wore them on a chain around her neck, when he went to the nursing home to talk to his dad, she unclasped the chain and slid the engagement ring from it. Simple gold, a singular diamond flanked by two sapphires. She’d pressed the ring into his palm and leaned in and kissed her son’s cheek.

“Be happy, mijo. Always.”

Now, he stares at the ring, pinched between his fingers, the diamond glittering in the light, throwing sparkles back at him. He presses his lips together, his mind going a million miles a minute.

Whatever you do, it’ll be great.

Javi flicks off the television, turns off the lights, and checks that the front door is locked before heading upstairs. You’ve left the light on, and soft orange light pours from the bedroom into the hall. He stops in the bathroom, brushes his teeth, runs a damp hand through his hair. When he steps inside the bedroom, he sees it’s the light on his nightstand that you’ve left on, and you’re asleep, sprawled on your side with your arm reaching across his side of the bed, your eyes softly closed, lips gently parted.

Smiling to himself, Javi walks over and sets the ring on his nightstand. He crosses to the closet, strips down to his boxers and puts his clothes in the laundry.

You stir slightly as he gets under the blankets with you, automatically shifting closer as he lays on his back and tugs your arm over his bare middle. Your nails dig in slightly and it makes him shiver.

It’s a moment before he realizes it’s your left hand slung across his waist, and the plan hatches quickly. He executes it before his mind can get the better of him.

Javi reaches for the ring, careful not to jostle or rouse you best he can. Then he takes your hand, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles before sliding the diamond onto your ring finger.

It’s a perfect fit.

He brings your hand to his lips, peppering kisses along your fingertips, rubbing his thumb over the ring. He doesn’t mind if he wakes you now, and sure enough, after a few moments, your eyes flutter open.

“Javi,” you mumble sleepily, squinting against the soft light. “Wha—” Your words stop short when your eyes land on your own hand, the ring now sitting on your finger. “Javier Peña.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up. He kisses the pad of your thumb. “I cannot fathom my life without you in it,” he murmurs, adjusting slightly so he can look at you fully. “You get that, right? There’s no one else for me, and there never will be. You’re it, querida. You always have been.”

“Javi,” you say again, pulling your hand out of his grip to cup his cheek in your palm, swiping your thumb along his cheekbone. “You…”

“Marry me, baby,” he whispers, turning to press a kiss to the palm of your hand. “Please.”

There are tears in your eyes, clumping your lashes together.

“Yes.”

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9 - Jealously Plan in Motion

Part 10

It’s About Time

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“So you’re really thinking that if we pretend to date that it will make him realize he likes you?” Marlowe and I were sitting outside on the front porch swing at my house just talking after school. Georgie had still been perusing Veronica for a few more weeks now.

After talking with Connie,Dr. Sturgis and Missy the plan had seemed fairly straightforward. Marlowe and I hadn’t gotten a chance to talk about it until this Saturday. “Yes. I doubt I can handle pretending to date a jock for that long. And we’ve been friends for awhile so it should be easy enough.”

“I guess that makes sense. I could pretend like I am writing you a song or something.” He suggested since he was hoping once he graduated high school that he and a couple other buddies could start their own band.

I nodded in agreement at what was suggested before seeing Georgie walking down the street. “That’s a great idea. Oh no, we’ll have to think fast. Look who’s coming.”

“I’m on it.” Marlowe noticed our friend at the same time as I had.

Georgie walked up the driveway coming to see the two of us. “Hey, Marlowe, Y/n. What are y'all doing?”

“Just talkin’” Marlowe responded.

Georgie nodded with his hands at his sides. “Cool. I was coming over to see you wanted to watch the Cable I just bought Y/n.”

“I would but you see I'm hanging out with Marlowe so I can't because-”

“Because we're planning on going on our first date tonight.” Marlowe blurts out cutting me off mid-sentence.

Whipping my head around to my other friend I was nearly at a loss of words. “We are?”

“Great. Hey if you want you could double date with me and Jana tonight at Chi-chi's.” Georgie shrugged his shoulders with a half smile on his face.

I asked the first question that popped into my head. “I thought you were trying to date Veronica.”

“I tried to but she never showed any interest. So I decided to just let us be friends and date other girls that seemed interested.” He explained where I clutched my hands into fists until Marlowe placed a hand over my left fist to calm me down before I said something I’d regret.

I parted my mouth open quickly thinking on my feet. “Oh okay. So sure we can go out with y’all. That sounds like fun.”

“Sweet. We’ll be going to the restaurant at six.” Georgie nodded and waved leaving us sitting on the porch when he heard his mom calling him for dinner time.

It was a few hours before we all drove in separate cars with the person we were on a date with. Georgie and Janna had picked a booth sitting across from each other. Marlowe and I did the same thing. “This is nice.” Jana said sliding in the booth first and I slide in after her.

“I like to think of Chi-chi’s as a more romantic Taco Bell.” Georgie responded and I snorted out a laugh.

Marlowe picked up the menu. “So should we get some queso for the table?”

“Sure.” Jana replied.

The waitress came back with our drinks and some queso. I reached for a chip with Georgie doing the same thing causing our hands to touch. “Sorry.” We said in unison.

“You go first.” I drew my hand backwards, blushing.

Georgie focused his gaze on me gesturing to the chip basket and queso bowl. “Nah you go. Ladies first.” I smiled longingly and he smiled at me, letting me feel comfortable since silence fell between us.

“How do you both have the same scar in the exact same spot?” Jana interrupted it, seeing the scars on our wrist since we reached out with our right hands so the cuts were visible.

Marlowe answered before me or Georgie could. “They were playing tag and Y/n cut her wrist after Georgie accidentally made her trip. He felt bad so he cut a scar on his own wrist so they matched and she didn’t feel as bad.”

“That’s cute..” Jana’s voice sounded more annoyed than the thoughtfulness of what he did when we were kids.

Marlowe sent me a cheeky smile and I nervously chuckled alongside my best friend knowing Jana was glaring daggers into the side of my head. “What else are best friends for am I right, Y/n.” The evening went pretty well for the rest of our plan. I could clearly feel Jana didn’t entirely like how the three of us were just having fun. I just hoped that it led something in Georgie’s mind to change about me.

On the other side of town Georgie was taking Jana home after their double date. Yet things weren't going good for the oldest Cooper kid. “Sp you're saying you have no feelings for her at all.”

“I wasn't at the restaurant with her. I was with you.” Georgie argued with his girlfriend Jana.

She shifted in the passenger seat. “That doesn't answer my question.”

“I was hoping you wouldn't pick up on that.”

Jana huffed in annoyance. “Did you invite her on purpose?”

“Hold on a second is this one of those fights where we end up making out in the backseat?” Georgie asked her hopefully.

Jana smacked him on his arm that was closets to hers. “No!”

“That's too bad.”

She snarled in his direction feeling like an idiot for agreeing to go on a date with him. “So you invited her just to be nice. That’s what you're going with?”

“Yes. Why is that a problem?”

She replied back. “Because people who are just friends don't secretly make goo goo eyes at you across the table, idiot!”

“She was not doing that.”

Jana rolls her eyes. “You're lucky your cute cause anyone else can see it a mile away.”

“I don’t think of Y/n in that way. I never have and I don’t think that I ever can.”

He parked the car in her driveway and she got out of the car saying one last thing to him. “Just so you know Georgie I won’t wait around so you need to think about your feelings and who you really want to be your girlfriend.”

Georgie watched her go inside her front door while he turned the engine back on. He gripped the steering wheel sucking in a breath. He sat there in silence thinking about what they had talked about. He couldn’t admit it to himself till later that he might have been falling for his best friend and didn’t know it until that evening.