#jumps off a trashcan cutely

[3dogbones]

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[baepsays]

Suck it and See ⸻how you met stoner Suguru.

WASTED AND ABSORBED .03

description: of all places, Geto Suguru didn't expect to meet a girl with knee high socks, who practically pulled him in like an eager sacrifice to the Siren— at a frat party surrounded by smoke.

cw: use of she/her pronouns, fem oriented reader, mentions of drugs, weed, and alcohol; nothing much this is mostly a meet cute-ish, lore stuff really, artic monkeys references everywhere, they mild nsfw stuff.

playlist inspired by the content.

What a pleasure it is to be surrounded by sweaty people you barely know in a room full of smoke. All because your best friend is an extroverted social butterfly of a freak.

Safe to say, Geto Suguru would be anywhere but here right now. But maybe he does need some free alcohol and free cigarettes, a finance degree is the furthest thing from causation of sobriety. And as an average university student reliant on caffeine, alcohol, and cigarettes—completing his last semester and starting his big-time finance bro job later this year might I add—he is oddly conservative when it comes to weed though, if we're talking about ways to numb yourself.

The fact he has seen people actually do much worse actual hard drugs and yet he has a bigger opinion about the devil's lettuce of all things available out there. The only viable reason which can be given is that he had a stoner roommate during his first semester and it was the worst time of his entire university life. And honestly, he has seen Gojo get high for the sake of trying it, that was not fun for anyone but Shoko who was filming Suguru trying to stop Gojo from jumping off the balcony to chase a cat he apparently saw (there was no cat).

But these are excuses really. Well, Geto Suguru would not say he is repulsed by weed. In fact, he has tried it himself once. It was mostly about going along with his high school debate team who wanted to get high during one of their out-of-town tournaments. And guess what. High Suguru went on and blurted out all his little animosities to big grudges against everyone there and somehow fell asleep next to a trashcan in the hallway. Thankfully no one remembered and the video footage of all of this happening went into his hands first. He made sure to delete everything and ask around without being suspicious if anyone remembered anything he said. He was safe since they all forgot about everything.

Since then, he has steered clear of weed, it does odd things to him which no other substances do. Even when he is drunk out of his mind or buzzing with caffeine and nicotine, he is never impulsive. He always has control. And the fact he let that control slip is very scary. Matter of fact, despite his side hobby of making fun of a scared Gojo during horror movie marathons, Suguru himself didn't like being scared by something unknown or letting himself slip out in front of someone he would rather not have seen him like that .

Yet here he was, at one of the more famous frats who are known for their weed more than their alcohol and what not. I mean, it's not about where you end up but what you're looking for, right? Maybe that doesn't make much sense but so doesn't his last assignment of the semester before exams start, which carries 40% of his marks.

And for someone who isn't looking for weed, his amazing friend makes sure to pull him right into the room full of—who apparently seemed to be—stoners. Supposedly Satoru knows someone there, but he also knows way too many people for his liking. The amount of time he has to stop, stand, and stare around to wait for Satoru to finish chatting with yet another stranger—infinite really.

Regrets of ending up in that room without any alcohol in his hand, seemed to have flown right out of the room with the smoke. And it might as well have been the residual of weed in the air, but what's happening in his head was alarming. Right across from the person Satoru apparently knew, sat this gorgeous being, looking ever so effervescent and oozing mystique surrounded by clouds of smoke (he is a poet everyone). Wearing, what in his mind seemed like, the most poorly constructed skirt, practically giving away the secret eighth wonder of the world—which are those thighs. And is that fishnet? Someone please check on him, is he having a nosebleed? If not, that tight top perfectly snug around your chest, might do the job. More over the breasts, it was the neck. How can someone find a neck that beautiful? I wouldn't know, ask Suguru.

Real question is who wears knee high socks in the summer? He is not complaining, it somehow really works for you, and it works wonders on him. Again, it might be the weed. It has to be, because Geto Suguru, who is the most calculated person you'll know—sly little shit who is known for being the level headed, mysterious, lady's man— he may be just as much of a menace as Gojo and just as silly, he just knows how to mask it. And he's losing it. He's losing that control, because why aren't his ears working? His eyes refuse to focus on anything but you dragging a smoke out of the joint, which was passed to you by someone. And his legs are moving on their own towards the couch where you are sitting with the only person who you seem remotely interested in, 'might be her friend' he assumes, while ignoring this other guy who seems to be high off his mind talking about who knows what. His ears already made the effort of blocking out every sound, including Gojo's, who was calling him out because he wanted to introduce Suguru to his friend.

"Hey"

Real smooth from Mr. Lady's man over here. Incredible opener to introduce yourself to this person who may or may not be a witch cause why is he completely under this sort of trance as if he is the one sucking on that joint. Also, the fact he is just awkwardly standing in front of you while you look up at him through your lashes, unbothered and definitely high, still sitting on that couch—he must've inhaled too much weed smoke.

"Did you mean to say that to me? Because I think your friend needs you over there actually."

You say after blinking at him twice, then point across to you where Gojo and his friend are sitting. It's rather a given to be confused by this random long-haired Rapunzel to awkwardly stand before you like he doesn't know any better about how to interact socially, he's not drunk definitely, you saw him and his friend stroll in through the doors just a few minutes ago. Why would you even bother to care enough to remember that? Well, Rapunzel here is too gorgeous for his own good, secondly, you're high and feeling rather needy.

Pre-finals week suck, universal sentiment shared by all degree pursuing students. So here you are on this couch, in some frat, with your friend who's seeing one of the frat members. All you expected was some good quality rich boy weed and alcohol, nothing more really. Sleeping with someone you met at a frat party, reeks of STDs. And yet here you are looking at this gorgeous man looking like he doesn't have any thoughts behind his eyes, contrary to what you assumed, from afar he looked like a manipulative man whore. The world might be full of surprises or he's a theatre major.

"Huh?" — is all Suguru somehow manages to utter, it's illegal to smell that good while also smelling like weed, what god forsaken perfume you're using? Those eyes are enough, why do you need to crawl through all his five senses and wrap your hands around his brain.

"Huh." You say with one raised eyebrow. Seems like you've found yourself an excuse to escape.

"Seems like you don't know anything other than three lettered words starting with h."

He just stares into your eyes and lets you throw that jab at him. Really just too enchanted to speak, it's not that this is something he's choosing to do. He'd rather sit across from you and socialize with Gojo, while staring you down from time to time, then after much considerable eye contact, he'll slide himself to your side of the couch, asking your permission to have a seat, with much charisma no one can deny.

Yet here he is, not drunk, or losing his mind with weed—purely high off of sucking in your presence. This is only the second time he has lost control over a situation, and this time he is completely sober. New discoveries are made every second he supposed. Because if a sly talker like him, one who especially finds existential joy in countering the opposing person's jabs, is standing here tongue tied—he believes climate change can be reversed then. (How wishful)

You get off the couch to stand facing him, way too close to him for his sanity's sake, between the narrow gap between him and the couch—you might be shorter than him but your gaze is too piercing. And yet he cannot look away.

"Would you rather I dragged you out of this room? Maybe the smoke is getting to your head huh?"

Takes a second for Suguru to contextualize what you just suggested. And without any power to verbally respond, he simply nods into agreement. Somehow in that moment his incognizant brain decided that maybe leaving himself to your devices in this situation is the most natural thing to do. In fact, you might as well have all consumed him and he couldn't care any less.

All he cares about is that you're taking his hands in your hands, which made him think it might be a missing puzzle piece that only fits in perfectly with his, and dragging him out after a little bye to your friend and Gojo as well. Suguru is really out of it. He's not going to hear the end of it from Gojo, while he retells this story to their friends in the most overexaggerated way, which is so impossible given how ridiculous he is acting right now. Anything less dramatic than a Shakespearean play wouldn't do justice to exactly what played out in there. Yet Gojo Satoru will make sure to put a shame to Shakespeare's dramatics. That's his headache for later, let's focus on the ache in his palpitating heart.

You drag him out of that room, into the big living room or space and then drag him through the crowd to one of the rooms on the first floor, and take him straight to the balcony attached to it. The balcony sits right above the pool. Below you two, you can see most people congregating around there, swimming or just dancing or talking. Most of the speakers are there playing every frat bro's Spotify rotation probably. It's dark enough and tucked away nicely for anyone to notice you two there even if they look up—you saw this balcony the first time you visited this house with your friend cause of the guy she was seeing and since it was not a party, it was clear in the daylight that it was a nice place to people watch from. Or just enjoy the music,

'And her lips are like the galaxy's edge

And her kiss the colour of a constellation fallin’ into place'

Suguru couldn't agree more. If he didn't know any better— he'd say the song was about you. Because right now he is pulling out the lighter out of his pockets. Moving it towards your direction and halting halfway in the little space in between you two. Suguru wouldn't write this out as some kind gesture. He would never even think of sharing his prized lighter. It has been with him since he found it one day visiting his grandma's village home with his parents. Lying in a puddle of mud near the river that flowed behind her house. Scratch random people he wouldn't even let Satoru touch it or let Shoko take a light with it. Yet here he is— silently helping you out all because it looked like with the roll of a joint tucked in your bra, you forgot to bring a light.

You stare back and forth between the burning flame and his face. Contemplating perhaps. Then you move forward grab a hold on his hand, which was holding up the lighter, just a bit far for you to easily lean in and ignite the blunt. So you move, move to now sit face to face with him, both your knees on either side of his thighs—hovering over him, hands holding his, which was holding his silver lit up lighter. You lean forward probably closer to his face than the lighter even, all while keeping constant eye contact. You move your head to your left and finally burn the joint pressed in between your lips, after what seemed like an eternity.

Once the smoke comes out, you unwrap your lips from the joint and smile at Suguru, not one of those half smiles you've been throwing at him all this time. A genuine laidback smile.

"Thanks uh- oh wait I don't even know your name"

"Well I haven't given it to you yet."

"You gave me your lighter, might as well give me your heart. How much more could your name matter?"

Well he might as well have given you his heart and what even is in the name, if he could he would give you the entirety of the galaxy, but It would probably fade out in your comparison.

"Suguru. Geto Suguru."

"Nice to meet you Suguru."

"And what more might you need other than my lighter, heart, and name in exchange for your name?"

"I don't know? Anything tempting you are offering? Perhaps a seat right here?"

Did you mean right there? There on his lap?

"I wouldn't ever deny you anything."

So you did in fact mean his lap. Cause you perch right up on there and drag a long smoke out of your joint, blowing the smoke up in the sky above you two.

"L/n Y/n. And I'll hold you onto that claim."

"Do you always ask people for names in exchange for a seat on their lap?" Suguru smirks and tries to regain some confidence and control over the situation. If he wants to keep you right where you are, he would need to get out of the haze of intoxication — which was ironically not the weed in the air but just your existence.

"I never really ask for names. Really bad at remembering them. And as for seats, hmm I don't know. Your legs looked more comfortable and warm than the cold floor. And you looked sweet."

"Sweet?"

"Why? Does that not describe your —chase Atlantic and Artic Monkeys, cigarette smoker, fuck weed i am better than that, only dark colors— aesthetic?"

"How did you know I don't like weed?"

"Made a face right as you walked into the room down there. Also anyone else would've asked to borrow this by now." You move the blunt in between your fingers slightly to signify what you're talking about.

"Does that not bother you?"

"I mean it doesn't bother you that I am smoking this right in your face, if you had said something I would've respected that as well. I don't really care what you think is the standard for intoxication."

Suguru just smiles. He doesn't really have a topic exactly to speak about. He is in fact not capable of doing much right now you've rid him of the taste of control and the only taste he wants to be acclimated with from this moment onwards is yours. And he doesn't care about this change. He knows your name, he knows the feel of your fishnets against your skin. He knows the material of your lethal skirt. He knows the vanilla and jasmine notes of your perfume. He knows the exact color of your eyes and how many eyelashes you have. And he thinks that is enough.

'You have got that face that just says

"Baby, I was made to break your heart"'

You might as well break his heart, do as you please with it. It burnt away from his grasp the moment you burnt the end of your joint using his lighter.

"Looks like they are more intoxicating than any drug in existence." Was he talking about the blunt? Because his eyes were aimed at your lips. And he was unaware of what he even let slip out of his own lips.

"Suck it and see. You never know." 

Not wasting a second with your unaware confirmation, Suguru moves forward. The hand on your fishnet clad thigh tightens, digging into the supple skin, weaving the fingers with the fishnet itself. The other hand, coming up to your lips, taking out the joint and throwing it out somewhere on the balcony, his fingers first touch your lips with light touches as if one touch is too heavy and you'll disperse into thin air. Slowly the fingers on your lips start pressing down on, well past both of your lips, making an audible gasp leave your mouth involuntarily. His fingers dig around the entrance to your mouth— rubbing your lips, then proceeds to press down on your tongue and graze over your teeth interchangeably. All while staring into your eyes, or staring at you, your eyes might as well be all white or shut close. Anything partially visible, is all a blur. 

And you allow him all of it. You allow him to twist his fingers up to rub his rough finger pads on the along the expanse of your hard palate and soft palate, borderline trying to choke you. You simply allow it. You allow those hands to explore parts of you even out of your own reach. One digging in your mouth, other trying to make itself at home on your thighs—practically memorizing every little stretch mark running along your skin. He wants to know it all, have it all and who are you to deny a starved man? 

When he's had enough of his little exploration, his own pairs of lips come crashing down on you. A sigh of almost a relief, leaves both your lungs. It is not quite relief, it is nice to finally have him kiss you—but his lips are the kind to leave your head dizzy, head swaying, forgetful of the whole process of breathing through your nose while he devours you, eyes flickering like unreliable headlights on the highway. You might as well be crashing out. 

His lips are caging in yours, tongue fencing with yours, hands roaming around you like he's gonna find the most prized treasure on the surface of your skin. Guiding your hips to force down on his lap and roll them into little grids of desperation. Who was exactly the desperate one here? 

At that point it all becomes too overwhelming to have your ability to breath taken away. So you push him off, with no ease. It was as if pushing him and pulling yourself back simply made him hold onto you harder. And when his lips did leave you alone, they go on to chase your lips to find his rightful place back on them.

You put one of your hands on his mouth to halt him, all that does is make you have goosebumps all over your body—having him look up to you with his desperate and hazed mono lids, the purple-brownish shade of his pupils burning you up. And him just heaving in your hand, short of breath, was of no help either. 

“I was talking about the joint.” you breath out with an exasperated sigh.

“Well I am not sorry.” He leaves a feather light kiss on your hand covering his mouth.

“What even are you?” Genuinely, how does a man with gorgeous hair and horrible vocabulary make you fold so easily? 

“‘I am a fool for you.” 

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[twst-drabbles]

Jamil 13

Summary: You walked into the kitchen to find Jamil eating something in secret. When questioned, Jamil unhinged his jaws and stuffed whatever he had in his throat.

“Alright, alright, what to eat today…” The days you had enough energy to make yourself were far and few in between, but at least you made it a habit to listen to that urge rather than just wait for it to die.

That and Kalim just recently dropped Jamil over to your house and that little snake had a stare like no other. On one of your worst days, he even had the attitude to stuff a little baggie full with trail mix and smacked it against your head until you got up. Even hissed in your ear all the while, little brat.

As cute as that was, you don’t want Jamil to make it a habit of forcing himself to leave his heat lamp just to wake you up. It’s winter and getting him sick is the last thing you want.

“Do I have that jar of—” you paused at the door way, eyes catching Kalim’s naga on your counter, his tail wrapped around something, like he’s strangling it, “…Jamil?”

Your voice was careful placed, trying not to scare him especially since his spine went completely stiff. He turned a fraction towards you, his eyes wide while his mouth was hidden behind his shoulder.

“Jamil, what are you eating?” You took a slow step towards him, crouching down so he doesn’t instinctively see you as a threat to his meal, “What’s in your mouth?”

Was it a mouse? A stray mole? Ugh, you hope that it was something he can eat. But even if it was a part of his diet, you still have to take it away because this fresh meal could contain parasites or other diseases. And the fact that he’s being all secretive could only mean Jamil knows he has something he’s not supposed to have.

When his body jumped and his arms dove into the coil of his tail, you quickened your pace.

“Jamil, Jamil, come on, let me see,” you almost managed to grab him but he jumped off the counter at the last minute, “Jamil!”

He slid past you with whatever prize he had in his arms. When he made it to the doorway, Jamil paused and looked back towards you, just to make sure you were there and not right behind him.

“Jamil… don’t,” If he eats that, he’s going straight to the vet to be poked at prodded at. You are not joking.

Jamil only blinked before fully unlocking his jaws, long fangs popping out as though ready to sink into some soft flesh. And finally you got a look at his foodie prize precious enough to get himself into trouble.

A plump fuzzy. From the same package of fuzzies you purchased and were waiting to be delivered today.

You blinked then looked behind you towards the trashcan. Sure enough, there was a small hint of a gray package with water droplets on it.

“Jamil,” you sighed just as he slurped down the tail of the mouse, “those were supposed to be a surprise.”

You're just glad it wasn't a live animal. Or Ace. Or Deuce.

You rubbed at your head. Jamil, on the other hand, looked only the slightest bit guilty though it’s hard to take him seriously when his stomach was plump and was clearly ready to sleep the day off. Look, even his little head was starting to bob.

That being said, you really got to hide your packages better.

[taesanluv3r]

dance dance revolution

lee riwoo x reader

reader n riwoo get into a intense dance battle on the arcade dance machine! this is the fic of my dreams 💭 i use his real name (sanghyeok) in this! lowercase intended, pls excuse any spelling mistakes/grammatical errors! enjoyy

wc: 2,505

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"maybe you should start dating. get yourself out there, you know?"

lee sanghyeok rolled his eyes as his best-friend, myung jaehyun, talked his ears off. the pair of friends were at their local mall, slurping up the brightly coloured slushies they picked up at the food court as they walked beside each other on the building's white marble floors.

"i'm just saying bro...like you've been so boring these days. all you do is dance and stay at home- you should be out kissing girls like the rest of us!" jaehyun exclaims, almost choking as he finished the rest of the fruity beverage. sanghyeok laughs, tossing his own empty cup into a trashcan, "like any girl would willingly go out with me" his friend sighs, "that's so not true, i'm sure there's someone out there who's just as weird as you- ow!" jae rubs the spot on his shoulder that the other boy had just struck with his hand, a huge pout on his mouth as he did so. "maybe no chick wants you cause you're such a meanie-" he's cut off, "shut up" sanghyeok says, pressing his pointer finger over his lips to silence his friend who looked at him confused. "no, i'm serious sanghyeok, that slap really hurt and-" jaehyun doesn't get to finish again, "shh, shut up! do you hear that?"

"hear what?" the taller one asks, eyebrows furrowed as he watched his friend begin to follow whatever sound he was hearing. it got louder as they began to approach the end of the mall's hallway, an up-beat song entering their ears as they came face-to-face with what seemed to be a new arcade that had just opened. sanghyeok's eyes widened as the scene in front of him came into view, the source of the music finally revealed. jaehyun gasps, "no way...is that a...is that what i think it is?" his best-friend nods slowly, a huge grin making it's way to his face. "yup...yes it is..." he says, a passionate glint in his eyes.

"...dance dance revolution"

"c'mon!" sanghyeok says excitedly, signaling for his friend to follow him into the crowd of people that surrounded the infamous dance game. there seemed to be a match going on, two figures on the machine, a boy and a girl. the boy wore cargo pants and a jersey, eyes focused on the screen and slight worry in his breath as he tried to keep up with his opponent; a girl in a pair of low-rise jeans and a tank-top with a cute graphic on it, she had a smile on her face as her feet effortlessly moved along to the beat of the song. "woah...she's really good.." the lee boy tells his friend, watching as her hair jumped with each and every one of her moves, her giggles like music in his ears as she turned around in circles for her finale, beating her opponent with ease.

"ah fuck!" the male on the machine says, throwing his hands in the air in frustration. "haha! don't beat yourself up on it, good match" the girl cheers, reaching an arm out to shake hands. sanghyeok smiles to himself, he'd never seen anyone play dance dance revolution so...prettily. jaehyun notices his friend's gaze on the stranger, a smirk on his lips as he patted the boy on his back. "who's next?" the girl says, hands holding onto the railing of the machine's platform. "dude, this is your chance!" the myung boy whispers, pushing his friend forward. "what! no way! what if i totally make a fool out of myself and-" he didn't get to say another word, "MY FRIEND WILL PLAY!"

sanghyeok's eyes go wide and a shy blush appears on his face as everyone in the room turns to face him. the girl on the machine smiles softly at him, turning all of his insides into pure mush. "really? doesn't look like your friend is up for it..." she says, giggling at the way the boy couldn't keep eye contact with her. jaehyun nods quickly, giving his friend another push, "you'll play...right, bro?" his words are kind of taunting, like there would be grave consequences if he didn't say yes. finally, the lee boy looks up and nods, "ye...yeah...yeah let's play"

the crowd cheers for him loudly as he hops onto the platform. "hi, i'm yn...yn ln! and you are...?" the girl introduces herself and then asks, laughing slightly as he struggled to mutter out a response. "hi...hi i'm um...sanghyeok" he manages to say, lifting a hand up to shake her own. her grip on his hand is tight and warm, a fuzzy feeling swarming through his body at the contact. "nice to meet you, um...sanghyeok" she says, mimicking the way he stuttered earlier. the red on his cheeks and the tips of his ears got darker, "let's play! you are so going down" yn says, the both of them turning fully to face the screen in front of them. "don't get too cocky, yn...i'm kind of really good at this game" the girl gasps a bit, shocked by the shy boy's sudden confidence. "yeah right..." she scoffs, their banter coming to an end as the round came to a start.

"i'd like to see you try"

the audience that had now doubled gave the pair a round of applause, "get ready to dance!" said the deep male MC voice that came out of the machine, signaling for the opponents to prepare themselves. yn turned to look at her rival, their eyes meeting for a second before the loud music removed their gazes from one another and back onto the large screen. the crowd of people yelled along with the machine's voice, "three!" their hands gripped tightly against the railings, 'two!" their eyes narrowed and fixed onto the game, "one!"

the song had started, bright lights flashing in front of them as different coloured arrows moved along the screen. their feet danced to match, jumping quickly to stay on beat. as it progressed to the chorus, the arrows moved faster and so did their legs, both dancers switching from regular foot taps to full blown dance sequences. it had gotten to that point in the game where the two rivals would start showing off.

she started it first, swinging her arms side to side and around her head; a staple tutting movement as she simultaneously hit every beat with her feet. "marvelous! combo thirty!" said the machine, allowing for a smirk to reach her lips. the boy scoffs, "that all you got?" he asks, a smug look on his face as he began to shuffle his feet in the most unnecessarily complicated manner, his arms spread out wide as he isolated each joint one by one into a wave. yn's mouth hung opened but her feet kept moving, the person beside her a completely different guy from who she swore he was when he had first stepped foot onto the platform. "perfecto! combo fifty!" the pair continued back and forth in intense battle, each combo getting higher than the one before.

the audience kept hyping them up, the crowd now split into two. half of them cheering on the boy and the other half for the girl. the song was about to hit it's climax, the up-beat tune getting faster by the second. the girl is about to hit her signature finale, the one he had seen her do when she was playing before. however, she couldn't even start and he had already beat her to it. a sly smile sneaking into his lips, his fang-like teeth peaking through it as he ricocheted his feet back and forth before twisting them over each other to spin in a circle and then finally jumping up high enough to strike a quick pose in the air and landing safely back down, his right and left feet placed perfectly onto the blue and red arrows on the platform, ending the round with yet another...

"perfect combo!"

the girl is stunned, she'd never seen anyone mimic her own signature finale like that before. moreover, she had never seen anyone beat her at dance dance revolution on their very first try. and she'd never expect that the shy boy who's friend had pushed to play would be the guy that did it. "woah...you're really good" yn says, laughing as the big "LOSER" text appeared on her side of the screen. sanghyeok smiles, "what did i tell you...!" they shared another giggle as they shook hands, "good game, sanghyeok" he nods, "good game, yn" they stared at each other for a while, their ears blocking out the sound of the loud arcade. their gazes lingered on each other, as did their touch as their hands remained intertwined.

"dude! you totally crushed that!" a voice interrupts their moment, myung jaehyun re-entering the scene. "and you too...uh...what's your name again?" the pair let go of each other's hand, the girl shifting her focus over to the other boy. "hi, i'm yn!" she says cheerfully, "nice to meet you, i'm jaehyun...sanghyeok's best-friend- er, his only friend- ow!" the dancer boy's arm moves up to strike at his yapping friend's head, causing him to lose balance and stumble over slightly. "sanghyeok, bro...we really need to talk about you hitting me all the time, man..." jae complains, and the other boy just rolls his eyes.

"don't listen to him, yn. i promise i'm not that much of a loner, i swear!" sanghyeok defends himself, making the girl laugh. "you're so cute" she says, beginning to hop off the machine. he follows after her, his brain blanking out a little as he processed her words. "you...you...i'm so...what did you say?" he stutters, that familiar blush making it's way onto his cheeks again. yn giggles, "i said you're so cute, sanghyeok" she spoke so nonchalantly, like what she was saying wasn't driving the boy properly insane. "anyways...i gotta bounce, i've been on that machine since it opened today and i need to eat something before i go crazy!" the girl smiles as she talks, grabbing her bag that sat on the floor of the arcade. the boy just nods at her, not really knowing what to say.

"i guess i'll...i'll see you around?" she asks, some sort of a hopeful tone present in her voice. he nods, "yea...yeah, yes! definitely" yn giggles again and the boy mentally slaps himself for stuttering so much. "okay then...i guess...bye then..." she drags her words, as if she wanted to prolong their conversation. "yeah...bye..." his voice is quiet, like he's disappointed that she had to leave so soon. yn waves softly before she turns away, leaving the boy and his best-friend standing there in the arcade.

"ow!" sanghyeok exclaims when he feels a hand push against the side of his head. "dude what the fuck are you doing! she was obviously waiting for you to make a move! you idiot!" jaehyun whisper-yells, a look that read 'duh!!' plastered onto his complexion. the shorter one looks confused, "what do you mean? what do i do?!" he asks, beginning to panic. "don't worry i gotchu bro" - "what's that supposed to-"

"HEY YN!! SANGHYEOK THINKS YOU'RE CUTE TOO AND TOTALLY WANTS TO GO OUT WITH YOU!!!"

the shy dancer boy slaps his palm onto his forehead, a feeling of deja vu when all eyes in the arcade turn towards him and his comically annoying best-friend. yn laughs, beginning to walk towards them again. "is that so?" she asks when she's finally within earshot. sanghyeok is flustered all over again, his eyes moving from looking at her to looking at the floor. he can't seem to speak though his mouth did open to. jaehyun rolls his eyes, nudging his friend to hurry up. "ye...yeah- i mean! you're...you're really cool and i think...i think we should...you know..." he starts, scratching the back of his head though it wasn't even a little bit itchy. the girl furrows her eyebrows and tilts her head, trying to understand what the boy was saying.

"you know...we should...go...out? some...time?"

the whole room goes silent, every single human being in the arcade stopping their games to watch and listen intently to the pair's conversation. yn's lips crack into a big smile, "i'd like that" she says, laughing when his eyes go wide in disbelief. "seriously?!" he practically squealed, his eyes disappearing and his teeth peaking out as he grinned widely. "yeah!" she says, "in fact...why don't you come grab something to eat with me right now? i heard they've got a yummy donut shop down on the first floor and-" she gets cut off, "shut up!" sanghyeok exclaims, a look of worry suddenly washing over the girl's face. "what...is it something i said? or..." the boy shakes his head, "what? oh! no, no! i just...really like...donuts..." his voice quiets down, suddenly feeling shy about his enthusiasm for the sugary treat. her nose scrunches up at him, finding his mannerisms so insanely cute.

"c'mon then, before i actually die of hunger" yn exaggerates, tilting her head in the direction of the arcade's exit. "yeah...let's go" sanghyeok smiles, nodding his head softly as he followed her out. "go get her, tiger! call me later! love you broski!" jaehyun yells out to his friend, scoffing and pressing a hand to his chest in shock when he only gets a middle finger in response.

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"so you dance professionally?"

lee sanghyeok nods, taking a bite out of his glazed donut. "since i was three years old" he says. "no wonder..." yn ln responds, giggling when he looks up at her confused with powdered sugar coating his lips. "...only professionals are able to beat me in dance dance revolution!" the boy almost chokes at her words, "you're telling me you don't dance professionally? but you're so good?" the girl smiles, shaking her head. "nope! i watched a lot of dance movies growing up...and i just really love dance...but i never really got the chance to learn professionally...i'd love to though..." she trails off, taking a sip out of her drink. "i just don't know where to start"

sanghyeok nods along with her words, his eyes widening when an idea crosses his mind. "hey! maybe i could...like...teach you some time...maybe- i mean, if you want to, of course! i'm not forcing it on you or anything like that...it's just an idea that-" his rambling comes to an end when she stuffs a donut into his mouth.

"you know you talk just as much as your friend back there does..." yn teases, watching as he wiped away the chocolate filling that stained his lips. "but i love that...the idea i mean..." he raises his eyebrows, "really? cause if you do i'm so down to!" he says excitedly, and she nods with the same enthusiasm. "so..."

"how 'bout tomorrow? unless it's too soon?" - "it's never too soon to see you again, yn" - "okay, bring back shy stuttering sanghyeok, flirty sanghyeok is scary!"

he laughs, "...so tomorrow?" she nods, "tomorrow."

the end.

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AHHH my first riwoo fic 🤭 hope u guys liked this! i NEED me a dance dance revolution love story irl so bad TT reblogs n feedback r highly appreciated!! tysm for reading. love, kona.

[jellyfishandry]

Could I request an Toshinori Yagi one shot where he meets a lady who actually prefers him in his "small might" form, mainly because it's easier to give him head pats and cheek/forehead kisses cuz she can reach when he's in that form compared to his muscle form where he's just way too tall for her to reach🤭 also it'd be cute if she's the teacher's assistant so she usually works alongside each of the classes teacher's and Toshi likes spending time with her cuz she gives him good advice on how to improve his teaching skills, and they often have lunch 2gether and go out on "dates" tho they prolly don't see it that way. Something fluffy and platonic possibly even like a slow burn where it takes them time and forming a true emotional connection b4 either starts to feel any sort of romantic type of love, but in the beginning it's all platonic and friendly like. Hope this makes sense😅

Toshinori one-shot

Content: Mentions of food, platonic or romantic, mentions of trash??, gn!reader,

Word count: 0.5k

A/N: I'm so sorry that this is a month late, but hope the way I wrote this is okay, as I'm not great with slow burn :'D (I'll do part two if you'd like)

“Good morning All Might.” You said, entering the staff room. You placed a pod in the coffee machine, and placed a mug under the spout. “Oh uh, good morning.” He was looking through some papers, and he seemed somewhat in a rush. Your eyes scanned his messy desk before you spoke again. “What’re you looking for?”  “I lost my keys again, I swear I set them on my desk…” He replied, looking behind his monitor.  You nodded and picked up your mug and took a sip of coffee. You motioned to his coat that was hanging off the back of his chair. “Have you checked your pockets?”  He nodded, and sat back down in defeat. He looked under a folder, but to no surprise, his keys were not there. He always had a backup house key in his car, but of course that would require finding his car keys.  Then his phone that was sitting on a pile of papers started to buzz with a reminder.  “Why don’t you get to class, I’ll look for your keys while I have prep.” You suggested.  A small smile appeared on his lips. “Thank you.” He stood up and gathered his things before leaving the staff room.  Your eyes scanned the area around his desk, looking for his keys or the little All Might keychain attached to them. But there was no sign of them.  A sigh escaped your mouth, and you sat down in front of your desk.  You stared at the blank screen of the monitor for a moment, not wanting to start working. But you started anyway, going through the papers that were stacked in a neat pile on your desk.  As you were sorting through them, you found a pencil about the size of your pinky. Assuming no one would want to use it, you dropped it in the trash can next to your desk. But when it made contact with the contents of the trash, there were a few quiet clinking sounds. You looked over at the trashcan, confused. You could see a key poking out from behind some trash. Hesitantly you reached down, reluctantly picking the keys out from the trash.  They were indeed All Might’s keys.  A soft chuckle escaped your mouth. He must’ve accidentally pushed them off his desk without noticing.  You gently placed them on the desk and resumed your work. “Oh, you found them; where were they?” You jumped slightly, unaware that All Might had entered the room. “They were in the trash bin.”  He laughed slightly, and sat down at his desk. “I must’ve knocked them off my desk, thank you for finding them.”  You smiled at him. “It’s no problem.” There was a few minutes of silence where you continued working, and he was trying to do the same, but he seemed distracted. “Do you want to eat lunch with me?” He blurted out. You looked over at him, slightly shocked. But your look of surprise soon melted into a smile. “I’d love to.” 

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[esre13]

Despite being an Acheron simp buuuuut

Aven x reader, where they both had a sort of lucid dream, Aven and the reader swapping bodies but they can’t really control it and has been watching the other’s lives like that.

In Aven, the reader kind of learns that he’s part of the IPC but important information like his name and position are censored, at most they know he’s a gambler who’s miserable despite acting like he’s happy.

In reader, depends on whether you want to change their identity or not, Aven learns that they’re traveling from world to world mindlessly(no they aren’t the Trailblazer) and just like for the reader their name was censored.

Anywho after the fourth dream (could be any amount u want) they finally meet in a situation where they both fought each other, doesn’t matter who looses, they mumbled their introduction towards one another.

Do what you want with the ending 🥀

omg i thought of something right away but its not really the best lol

The Trailblazer always fascinated Aventurine, they seemed so reserved at times that made him want to explode, at least give him a little snit bit of YOUR life! The same would go to the Trailblazer, they would want to find out about how Aventurine spends his time besides gambling his life away, but you already knew that, didn't you? Aventurine goes to bed with thoughts of you while the Trailblazer dozes off while holding a huge trashcan plushy and sleeping on a skibidi toilet pillow that said "I HAVE SKIBIDI TOILET RIZZ" on the back.

You hoped to wake up to watch the new episode but was abruptly stopped by waking on in a TOTALLY ripped body, only to realize that your standard white t-shirt and shorts were changed to black and gold sleepwear. Your room, filled with trash and skibidi toilet merch was covered with golden fleece and some cute blonde bear plushies. You stared into your now rich gold phone only to see heterochromia eyes looking back at you. You had blue and pink eyes???? What??? The you realized, you were hot, but not any hot, AVENTURINE hot. You got up from 'your' neat bed and stares into a mirror. You were Aventurine... But why?!?!??! All of a sudden you get a showered of messages to texts yelling on why you aren't at the IPC or your not taking interviews with anyone.

Aventurine works at the IPC??? You thought as you went crazy to get up and get ready, only to change your mind since if you had to change any clothes, you would have to see the body of Aventurine, you couldn't do that with your friend, can you..? (Throwing his "friend" line back at him heheheh)

Aventurine wakes up in a cold sweat, only to realize his beautiful room, adorned with gold was now a skibidi, trash haven. He looked down at his hand only to see ones that resembled yours. He felt ecstatic, he jumped around then he looked at what notifications you had on your phone. He immediately puts it down when all he sees is "SEASON 1252165321 of SKIBIDI JUST REALEASED!! ITS SOO GOOD." or "RIZZES YOUR MOM VERY CUTELY" all over your pages. He frowned and then changed your clothes since he didn't mind seeing any part of you, heck he was living his dream, his wonder, and now his answer! He got outside only to realize you weren't greeted with being the "Trailblazer" here.. They called you by a name, one that he rolled off his tongue because he just seemed to enjoy it. A little too much that he ended up sending a TEXT to HIMSELF to remind him to call you that.

Of course he walked around as you for the whole day, not wondering if you had to go through any problems what so ever, he was interested in living as you and wanted to stay as you for longer. It was as if he wanted you to himself.. And this was the only way he could do it. So he lived as you for a day, having the most fun, making taking a shower or two.. But he felt happy.. he was going to ask you to be his eventually, but for now, he'll just have you to himself for just this one day..

You will forever be intertwined by this one connection!

[the-courtsjester]

Greetings ladies and gentlemen... and things, life if hard and trying to actually make a story with my own characters that's being mixed in with a show's own lore and balancing life is draining, I have two other stories I'm trying to work on in Tumbler so hopefully soon enough I can get one of them out. But anyway now enjoy these headcanons

Stelle x Male Reader headcanons

Stelle is basically a dog let's say that she'll follow you everywhere even break open the door to the bathroom to just... watch you, her brain dosen't even register your pants are down or that you're naked if you're showering, she just stares into your eyes not blinking until you pat her.

Stelle is easily gets bored why do you think she jumps in trash all the time? But if a conversation doesn't directly require her but you don't need to go through the process of cleaning her later, she has her own built in leash on the back of her jacket, and as pouty as she gets your stare of disappoint is super affective against her.

You ever see someone in a cartoon or show sleep in the weirdest position? Well when you don't get in bed with her fast enough and she falls asleep she'll manage to get in some weird positions, like half her body hanging off the bed, you fix this obviously but in the morning she'll somehow look like she's trying to hit a dance move while sleeping.

She definitely doesn't spend money wisely, I mean she knows how to not spend all of it and have some in reserve, but if she has some extra money and sees something stupid she knows you'll enjoy she'll buy it so long as she has enough money, one time she once bought you a large plushie that now takes over a corner of your room but hey it's to see your smile so worth it.

Oh you some super hyper fixation on something? Well don't keep it from her she wants to know so you both can share a brain cell and enjoy it together while snuggling on a couch or something, in short term it's now our hyper fixation.

Stelle definitely stares off into space thinking of you in many different scenarios, when she's eventually brought back into the conversation she'll look at you before covering her face in embarrassment from what she just imagined.

That baseball bat of hers is really good for bonking her and stopping her from taking a trashcan from the worlds you visit, only once have you let her bring one onto the Express after decontaminating it several times over, she sits in it like a cat in a cup it's cute.

When you have to leave the Express for awhile she'll be much more bored then usual, which means it's the perfect time to join March on some mischief, one time they set up the Express to be full of traps like Home Alone... Dan Heng was not happy to be their victim.

Your late night talks get weird, like talking about what animal you could one v one with just fists, how much food you could consume in an hour, how amazing it would be to rest your head on Himeko's chest for even a second, you both agreed it would be one of the top things you'd kill someone for.

She's kinda in the middle when it comes to be jealous, she'll definitely feel like you could be paying attention to her more if it's someone you both don't know that much, but if it someone you at least know she doesn't particularly care as much thanks to you being a great boyfriend that shows all the love in the world for your weird dog raccoon girlfriend.

Ah finally I've finished something hopefully my lovely audience enjoyed the show, again I'll try and focus on finishing the stories but no promises but I hope you all have a great rest of your night or day

And scene...

[azzo0]

The following chapter is a snippet from Reunite.

Summary: Never in his life did Dabi think a cat would manage to ruin his entire day.

tw's: gets suggestive towards the end.

Yami frowned at the abandoned shopping bags with no signs of Toya. She picked them up, looking sideways for him. Where on earth did he run off to? She sighed, adjusting the bags in her hands, walking around, looking for him. 

She heard swift footsteps approaching her from the back. She quickly turned around, swinging the shopping bags at their face, sweat dropping when she saw Toya ducking. "Damn, are you trying to assassinate me with shopping bags?"

"My bad." Her eyes fell to the cones of melting soft serve in his hands. He handed her one and took a huge bite out of his cone. She smiled, taking it from him. So he still has a sweet tooth, Yami thought.

They went back to Yami's bike, eating the ice cream in silence. Yami leaned on the bike as she ate while Dabi stood in front of her. He finished his first and wiped his fingers clean with a napkin, tossing it into a trash can, smirking when it landed successfully. He glanced at Yami, who was too busy trying to finish the ice cream as it melted. Some of it came down to her wrist, and she absently licked it while taking a tissue paper from her pocket. 

Hot, Dabi thought. She groaned in frustration and went to the trashcan to throw her melted cone. She gave him a sheepish grin as she stood back in her initial place. He chuckled, wiping a bit of ice cream off the tip of her nose. 

He brushed some hair away from her face, looking into her ebony eyes. "You look cute today." He said. Yami swatted his hand away, huffing. 

"You already said that."

"No, I said you look pretty. Now I'm saying you look cute." He corrected. 

"I honestly can't tell if you're flirting or if you mean it." She stated, feeling bashful under his cyan eyes. He came closer, pushing her onto the bike behind her. She sat on it with both legs on one side, his hands on her waist. 

"Both," he replied, "Believe me when I say you're pretty, cute and gorgeous." His lips went under her ear, ticking her neck with breath, "Did I mention hot as fuck?" 

He felt Yami's posture straighten, obviously taken aback by his statement. Not bothering to check her face for a reaction, he let his lips touch the side of her neck, softly kissing the spot. 

Yami shuddered when she felt his warm lips and the cool touch of the staple beneath his lip. She let him slowly kiss up her neck and nibble on her ear lobe. He put a hand behind her neck, placing a delicate kiss on her voice box. She threw her head back, giving him access to more of her neck. 

He sucked on a spot under her jaw, making her squirm on the bike. His hands found their way to her thighs, giving them a light squeeze. "Toya..." She whined when he placed a wet kiss on her collarbone. He felt the bulge in his pants grow when she said his name like that. 

"You're going to drive me crazy if you moan my real name like that, doll." He growled into her ear. He cupped her cheek, looking down at her half-lidded eyes. He slowly brought his mouth to hers to finally kiss her after days of wanting to do it again. 

But he jumped back when he felt something slither against his ankles.

He looked down to see an orange tabby cat, now trying to climb up Yami's pants. She awkwardly smiled at him, putting a hand behind her neck to massage it. She let the cat climb into her lap, looking away from Dabi's eyes.

I got cockblocked by a fucking cat, Dabi complained to himself.

Yami tried petting the cat's head, but it suddenly turned on her, hissing and slapping her hand away. The cat jumped off her lap and ran off somewhere else. 

"I bet that cat came here with the sole purpose of ruining the moment," Dabi grumbled.

"Seems so..." Yami chuckled, avoiding his eyes. She cleared her throat and threw her other leg over the bike. 

"We should get back home."

Silently, Dabi got on behind her, putting the shopping bags in between them. Never in his life did he think a cat would manage to ruin his entire day.

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[rjalker]

Turning the formerly feral kittens into public domain characters, starting with Sapphire, because she was the first to hold still for me to get a picture as a reference for her face.

Includes a more detailed guide and cute simplified versions, including one where her white paws are literally mittens and boots.

Fun fact: Her name is Sapphire because she was so fluffy, and at first we wanted to name her Cloud, but then we were like no, there's too much of a theme here already. So then we were like "okay but what about Sephiroth as a reference to clouds". And then we were like no, because we want someone to want to adopt her. So Sapphire it is. As a reference to the name Sephiroth. As a reference to the fact that she's fluffy like a cloud.

She has the biggest ears of all her siblings, and the shortest, skinniest, but fluffiest tail.

Feel free to draw her in whatever style you want. Or change her pronouns. She's a cat. She doesn't know what gender is. But she could in your version!

They can all have the last name Jupiter since we caught them on / the day after the 4th of July, and I can't think of any other name.

So, Sapphire Jupiter.

As of September 2023, she weighs 4lbs.

Gizmo is now posted!

Not drawn yet:

Eclipse Jupiter

Taaz Jupiter

and their mom, Marlena Jupiter.

Who is the father? The world may never know....unless you decide to create him yourself.

...Aand she has just jumped into an empty trash can. So I will edit the picture I just got of her in the trash can into this post. Lol.

[ID: Three digital drawings, each with the same royal blue background, each showing a black and white kitten character. The first shows the kitten with more detail, drawn linelessly, with the head and torso in the center, and the arms and legs off to the side, disconnected to fit in the square frame of the image. The character is labled, "Sapphire", and a small photo of the kitten it's based on is in the upper left corner. Some notes read, "Yellow eyes, thin, fluffy fur", and "short, skinny fluffy tail". The kitten has a mostly black body, with round yellow-gold eyes, and a pink and black nose. The face is solid black, except for an irregular white stripe from the chin, going crookedly up to between the eyes at a diagonal. Where the white stripe overlaps the nose, the nose is pink, and black where the stripe does not meet. The kitten has a thick white fluffy chest like a collar, and a thinner white stripe on the belly all the way down. All the feet are white with solid pink paw pads, with the front feet having the white end at the end of the foot, and the back feet stretching up to almost the knee, like tall socks. The tail, drawn to one side, is skinny and fluffy, and slightly more than half the length of the torso. The next two images show a much more simplified version of the character, standing upright against the blue background. The character now has larger pointed ears, oval shaped yellow eyes with a line for pupils, a simplified face stripe, a black nose and mouth, and a simpler white collar and belly. The limbs are drawn as simple bendy lines ending in white, with the tail raised happily behind. The second version of this image is the same as the first, except that the white parts of the front paws, or hands, have been extended out to form little gloves or mittens, and the white markings on the back legs have been extended into boots. End ID.]

I would share pictures of her for drawing references...but dear gods these cats do not want to be photographed lol. Every time I try to take a picture they're already moving.

Edit: Nope, lol, here's the picture of her in the trash can:

[ID: Another photo of the kitten depicted above, now looking up while sitting in the bottom of a medium sized white trashcan.]

@publicdomaincharacters some more public domain characters :)

[pickalilywrites]

Modern AU request. Petra's birthday is coming up and Levi and Zeke cross paths at the same mall to buy her present

where levi is frustrated, zeke is a menace, and petra is an angel as always. hope you enjoy!

the perfect gift

rivetra. high school au. 2002 words. read on ao3.

Birthday gifts are the bane of Levi’s existence. He usually doesn’t care for them, either giving or receiving them. If he’s the one doing the giving, he’ll usually find something inoffensive but useful like a notebook or a ballpoint pen, but he can’t opt for his usual method of purchasing gifts this time. This time the recipient is Petra, whose birthday is coming up next week. Levi isn’t sure he believes in the five or seven or however many acts of love there are that Hanji keeps blabbing about, but he’s not confident enough in his ability to properly catch Petra’s attention without Hanji’s advice to ignore them completely. According to Hanji, giving Petra the perfect birthday present is key to moving towards a serious romantic relationship with the ginger, and Levi doesn’t want to take any chances of souring their current relationship by giving a thoughtless present he’d give anyone. This is how he finds himself at the mall, one of the places he hates the most because it’s always crowded, noisy, and littered with garbage by people who can’t be bothered to find the nearest trashcan.  

He walks aimlessly through the mall, floating like a ghost from one store to the other because everything seems unsatisfactory in his eyes. There are things that he likes personally: desk organizers, scented hand sanitizers, and wireless headphones. He’s not sure any of those are things Petra likes. He’s sure she would be pleased with anything he got her, but that somehow makes it even more difficult for Levi to decide what to get her. He doesn’t want something that Petra will be okay with. He wants something that will surprise her and show that he had put in special thought in purchasing her gift, something that will make her pleasantly surprised.  

Levi flips through a rack of women’s sweaters and grumbles to himself. He moves to a different rack and is about to rifle through the coats there when he sees Zeke Jaeger staring down at him like a hawk.  

“Jesus fuck!” Levi jumps back in surprise. He’s not sure if he’s so tired and grumpy that he’s hallucinating Zeke in front of him, but Zeke doesn’t disappear so Levi can only assume that this is real. He scowls up at Zeke. “What the fuck are you doing here?”  

“You might want to watch your language. There are children here,” Zeke says, but Levi couldn’t care less about the kids being dragged by their moms to go Christmas shopping. Zeke doesn’t seem at all deterred by the dirty look Levi is giving him and goes on browsing the rack of coats between him and Levi. “I’m looking for a birthday present for Petra, the same as you.”  

It’s impossible that Zeke had known beforehand that Levi was shopping for Petra’s birthday present at the mall today. The fact that they are crossing paths at the same store with the same goal in mind is purely coincidence, but Levi is convinced that Zeke has somehow masterminded a nefarious plot to bump into him and throw him off course. Everything Zeke does, whether intentional or not, annoys Levi to no end. If Zeke hangs around him long enough, Levi knows he’ll grab the closest thing and buy it on impulse just to get away from the annoying high school baseball pitcher. He needs to escape.  

“Well, I hope you buy the shittiest present ever,” Levi says ever so eloquently before turning on his heel and exiting the store.  

Levi finds himself at a Japanese store that sells cute plush toys and other little knickknacks. He decides to inspect the plush toys one by one, picking them up and squishing them. He’s sure Petra would be content with any of them, but he can’t tell which one would be the best. To be honest, they all look the same to him — big eyes, fluffy, vibrantly colored. He puts the plush puppy he was examining down and reaches out for the black cat plush when someone else reaches out and grabs it. Annoyed, Levi looks over, not at all expecting to see Zeke beside him.  

“Are you following me?” Levi asks incredulously.  

“Hm?” Zeke turns his head and raises his eyebrows when his gaze lands on Levi as if surprised to see him. “Oh, Levi. What a coincidence running into you here. These plush toys are pretty cute, don’t you think? Petra would probably like these.”  

Levi narrows his eyes at Zeke. “I’m leaving,” he announces and then storms off to another store.  

This time, Levi doesn’t enter the store next door. He seeks refuge in a shop a few stores down, looking behind his shoulder to make sure that Zeke doesn’t follow him. Levi finds himself in a home goods store, which isn’t where he imagined himself shopping but he decides it’s better than being in the same shop as Zeke Jaeger. He gravitates towards the dishware, finding the mugs promising.  

Levi isn’t sure if he should go for a mug with a simple, practical print or a mug with a cute design. The mugs with unique designs, like animal faces or sparkles, are sweet, but he’s not sure they match Petra very much. On the other hand, the simpler designs seem to generic and less thoughtful. Levi frowns, putting down the snowflake print mug he was considering, and decides to wander through a different aisle to see if anything else catches his eye. It shouldn’t be a surprise when he finds Zeke in the next aisle, but Levi still jumps when he sees him. 

“You are following me,” Levi hisses. 

Zeke’s eyes widen as he feigns innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Levi. I just thought that it might be good to get Petra dishware as a gift and thought I’d take a look around here. It seems like we have similar ideas with the way we keep running into each other.” The bastard even has the audacity to chuckle, but Levi doesn’t even crack a smile. 

“I’m warning you: fuck off,” Levi says before leaving in a huff.  

Of course, Zeke does not heed Levi’s warning. Zeke seems to enjoy provoking Levi as much as possible, although Levi isn’t sure if it’s because he sees Levi as his romantic rival for Petra’s affections or he's made it his personal mission to annoy Levi as much as possible, appearing at Levi’s side every time Levi thinks he’s finally lost the him.  

Levi’s trip to the mall becomes less of a quest to find the perfect gift for Petra and more of a horror game where he tries to escape Zeke once and for all. At first, Levi tries to escape to useful shops, shops that are far apart but would still have things that he might be able to purchase as a birthday present for Petra, but Zeke finds him each time. Levi then tries his luck at more niche shops that sell things he would never buy Petra for her birthday: luggage stores that sell different sized suitcases, mattress stores that sell everything from metal spring mattresses to memory foam mattresses, and art stores that offer oil paintings that range from a few hundred to a few thousand dollars. Somehow, Zeke finds Levi in all these stores, too, strolling in with such nonchalance and commenting about how he hopes he’ll find the perfect gift for Petra here, and each time Levi storms out in a huff.  

Levi takes his chances and decides to hide in an arcade. There’s nothing to purchase there in terms of gifts, and the $20 entry fee is worth it if it allows him to escape from Zeke if only for an hour or two. Levi passes the time, half-heartedly playing Whack-a-Mole and Dance Dance Revolution, and is pleasantly surprised when Zeke never shows up. It seems like he’s finally thrown the annoying baseball pitcher off his trail.  

Filled with a newfound confidence, Levi decides to take his chances out in the mall and exits the arcade. He’s not sure where he’s going to go, but maybe he can explore one of the stores he had browsed through too quickly when he was being pursued by Zeke. Levi decides on going back to the jewelry store when he turns and bumps into someone even more surprising than Zeke.  

“Levi!” Petra looks equally surprised to see Levi. Normally, she would be smiling by now and waving at him, but she looks shocked and Levi wonders if he’s offended Petra somehow by running into her outside of school. “What are you doing here?”  

“I’m -” Levi begins before stopping himself. He can’t tell Petra he’s here shopping for her birthday present. That would ruin the element of surprise. His only choice is to stand there awkwardly as he thinks of a lie to tell her. In the end, he can’t even come up with a fake explanation and answers lamely, “I’m just browsing.”  

“Oh,” Petra says. She’s standing there not even making eye contact with him. She’s normally chatty, but she doesn’t even bother making conversation. Maybe she’s always been this aloof towards him and he’s just never noticed. Maybe she had only been polite and conversational because they were in class. Maybe she’d only be annoyed to receive a birthday gift from him and going gift shopping was a terrible idea.  

Levi is about to excuse himself to spare them both from having do endure this painful silence any longer when Petra speaks.  

“Do you want to watch a movie together?” Petra blurts out.  

“I - yes,” Levi answers, surprised. It’s not at all what he had expected her to say, but he is pleasantly surprised at the spontaneous invitation. He clears his throat. “Is there anything you wanted to watch?”  

“Um, no. I just thought it would be nice since, you know, we’re both here,” Petra says, and she finally smiles at him. Her smile is surprisingly reserved, almost shy. “I think it’d be fun to watch a movie together.”  

“Okay,” Levi says. He gestures for Petra to walk alongside him and the two head in the direction of the movie theater. He’s not sure what’s playing in theaters right now or if they even have anything good, but he doesn’t think it’ll matter. If he can spend time with Petra, that’s all he cares about.  

The two walk in comfortable silence in the direction of the movie theaters.  

“You know, I actually came here to buy you a birthday present today,” Petra confesses. She grins ruefully at Levi. “I was really thrown off to see you here. I wasn’t expecting to see you at all … but I’m kind of glad I ran into you.”  

Levi feels the back of his neck flush in pleasant surprise at Petra’s confession. He feels the same way, of course, but is too emotionally stunted to ever utter something so honest. Instead, the best he can manage is, “I was also trying to buy a birthday present for you.”  

“Oh!” Petra says, and she looks genuinely surprised, even slightly embarrassed. Her cheeks are flushed a pretty pink and she waves her hands in alarm. “Oh, gosh! You really don’t have to get me a present or anything.”  

Levi observes her carefully. He has no doubt that she’s being sincere, but he doesn’t feel right about not getting Petra anything for her birthday. He walks alongside her without saying anything for a moment and then asks, “Can I take you out on your birthday instead?”  

“Take me out?” Petra repeats. 

“On a date,” Levi says. He says the last word carefully, watching Petra and gauging her reaction.  

“Oh, I’d … I’d really like that,” Petra says, flushing happily. Her hand waves almost helplessly at her side as if Petra wants to reach out towards him but is too hesitant to make contact. 

“Great.” Levi holds out his hand and waits for Petra to place her hand in his, interlacing their fingers together. “It’s a date.”  

[siriannatan]

Heroes of Empires City Chapter 6

I might have no Jinn & Other Troubles for this week but I do have a Heroes chapter :}

and maybe something for that Modern Fantasy Thing I have...

AO3

fWhip only took three days of a break after growing wings horns.

The training has already technically started before their first meeting for actual physical practice. They met up to see how similar or different their wings worked. Lucky for them they worked in similar ways, and Scott taught him some exercises he usually did so he could get a bit more familiar with how they moved. Katherine had booked entirely for them. No interns. No other heroes. And complete privacy so they didn't have to have masks and fWhip's coat getting in the way. She was a bit shocked they just exchanged their identities but in the end, it was their choice so she gave them a whole section with the trampoline room and a few other exercise rooms and a changing room all to themselves. Thank you agency for designing the practice area so it could be divided if needed. And security cameras were disabled. Heroes could take care of themselves in case of problems.

Scott was very excited to teach someone a skill he figured out all on his own - watching bird documentaries and flailing off a small cliff with his brother laughing at him. Katherine did give him some more 'at base time' to manage his standard duties and reports with training fWhip on top of that. And following Jimmy around... Damn Jimmy, distracting him all the time. Maybe training fWhip would distract him. By giving him another pretty man to think about...

Speaking of. fWhip was already in the training room. Looking something up on his phone. In a just plain dark grey shirt mangled to fit his wings and a bit too loose to be picked like sweatpants. The Agency usually left private exercise gear up to heroes to choose on their own so they could be as comfy in it as they wanted and focused on their actual combat gear Stuff that kept them safe when shot at and stuff. They would probably make at least a couple of exercise shirts for fWhip at some point but his new costume took priority. "Hi," Scott greeted him, dropping his bag by the door. There was pretty much just water, some light snacks and a towel in there.

"Oh, hi... I was looking up how to stretch and stuff since don't exercise much..." he admitted with a cute, sheepish chuckle. "I'm pretty sure these pants are actually Jimmy's... Must have grabbed them when I was moving out..." he sighed standing up. He was not the tallest of the heroes - that'd be Stratos or Scott, but his wings were huge. Their span was easily bigger than Scott's. How did he manage to stay upright with these on his back? "Jimmy liked to exercise when he wasn't too busy... I should probably not talk about him."

"It's fine, we're just friends," Scott shook his head and smiled. "And stretches might be a good idea, but not just some general ones..." and they set off to get ready.

fWhip was glad to have Scott to teach him how to use his wings. And that they had a room full of bouncy things, bouncing beats getting overly wet any day of the week. But imagining a tiny Scott falling into a lake was funny... And if they had to do this over the water there would be swimsuits involved. fWhip did not need that kind of distraction. Just Scott in a t-shirt and shorts - barely above-knee shorts but still - was a bit much...

And he might have been terrible at flying. Scott made it look so simple and graceful. And fWhip felt like a chicken trying to fly up to a trashcan. Forgetting it can not fly but trying nonetheless.

"Don't worry, it took me three months to learn how to fly reliably, but I had no teacher," Scott smiled down at him from the top of a jumping pad. For safe landing practice and stuff. Outside his costume and hero persona Scott was... an adorable little jerk and a flirt. He complimented fWhip excessively whenever he managed to stay in the air for even a second. And... giggled adorably whenever fWhip landed on the soft bouncy ground. But there was this complicated thing with Jimmy connecting the three of them and fWhip didn't want to mess it up any more than it already was... But damn was Scott pretty. Even prettier than major... And it made focusing on his wings hard.

"You okay down there?" Scott asked from the top of the platform fWhip spent the last hour jumping off of. "You've been staring at me a lot today," he grinned and fWhip could feel himself blush.

"I'm trying to figure out how your damn wings work..." fWhip groaned. "And your face is very distracting," he sighed. Scott started the flirting so it was probably fine to flirt back a little bit. Just a little...

Scott gave him another giggle at that. "Flatterer, and even though I appreciate being called something other than Pigeon Boy, you better focus on your wings. We've already established we're a bit different, after all," even from this far fWhip could see Scott's soft smirk. And he was right. 

With a sigh, fWhip sat up and forced himself to not join Scott on the platform. And focused on his wings. Flapping them and shifting. Maybe he was indeed too focused on how Scott flies and not enough on how he himself should go about it? Maybe he was flapping too much? Or something else dumb like that? His wings were bigger than Scott's and that came with more power in a single flap than...

"One more try before lunch," fWhip decided after a quick time check. After lunch, they had to go back to their usual. In fWhip's case that would probably be a new costume try on's and in Scott's paperwork or a patrol.

"Okay, if you manage to fly for even a second I'll eat with you," Scott offered as if fWhip needed any more encouragement.

"We'll need to either eat here or change to civilian clothes, my costume's not ready yet," fWhip grinned back.

With another sigh and a shift of his shoulders, fWhip flapped his wings once, focusing on power and no amount of flaps. And after a couple of tries like that messing his hair even more than it already was dared to bounce on the trampoline, adding a rather powerful flap of wings to it and... did not fall instantly so he did it again and again. And again until he landed on the platform next to shocked Scott. Or more like was pulled onto it by Scott.

"Told you I was here just to show you the basics," Scott grinned, patting fWhip's back.

"That felt so cool..." fWhip chuckled. Still not believing it was that easy to figure out once his head was out the bucket. And honestly, if Scott didn't remind him of their differences and he was working on it alone he would probably not have figured that out so fast. If at all. Too focused on how Scott made it work. "I understand why you like flying so much," he added, pulling Scott into a hug. Not a fully intentional one but Scott didn't push him away but instead returned it. "And I'm sorry I wasted so much of your time trying to figure that out..."

"You're not done yet. Next is landing, because what you just showed me was terrible. I was worried you'd fall there," Scott chuckled, stepping away from the hug to fWhip's dismay. 

It was a bit hard to get hugs since Jimmy... He was fine. And... "You're right..." fWhip admitted, just in time as Scott gracefully glided down. fWhip's descent was a bit less graceful and if not for Scott he'd land face-first on the trampoline. At least that would not break his nose...

"I'll see you in the lobby then?" Scott grinned as fWhip tried to recover from his landing.

"Sure..." fWhip nodded after already retreating man. Damn, he was pretty...

After changing and setting his status in their special app so Katherine knew fWhip made his way with secret elevators to the lobby where Scott was already waiting. Making the uniform of the clerks from the tower look cute and not plain and boring.

"Hi..." fWhip mumbled walking up and was met with one of Scott's cute giggles. "What?"

"You really look like a nerd with your glasses on," Scott smiled and fWhip realised he never really showed Scott his glasses, choosing quickly fixed googles since they were more comfortable and he still had an identity to protect after all and his glasses weren't made for that. "And we really should leave. I saw Jimmy talking to Katherine and that can't be good," he added and nearly pulled fWhip off to a nearby coffee shop. Cogsmeade. Rather popular among the clerks so they blended in easily. Well... except for Scott's overly sweet drink of choice. fWhip felt his stomach churn just looking at the mind-rotting concoction. At least the barista making it didn't seem to mind all that badly.

Their lunch was rather fast since they both had the stuff to do but pleasant anyway even if their list of topics was rather limited. Secret identities of third parties - Gem...

Scott did not expect to be called to Katherine's office the moment he was done with his lunch and back in costume. Or that fWhip would be there too. Or a blown-up, blurry picture of him with fWhip in his arms to be projected on the wall. Have those rumours still not blown over?

"The media is still pushing for an official statement no matter how many times we sat that was an emergency situation. They want that from the two of you," Katherine said, a lot more seriously than Scott thought necessary for the situation.

"Aren't our private matters private in all situations and contexts?" fWhip groaned. Scott guessed he must have felt terrible about it and combined with the Jimmy situation. They really should just talk. The three of them.

"Well, major following sheriff around doesn't help. He came over to complain about rude letters coming to the station, they don't have our filters," she sighed and Scott suddenly felt terrible about all the extra visits he made to the precinct to bother Jimmy.

"So what are we supposed to do about that? No one asks about it during patrols and TInkerer's grounded inside until his suit and flying training are done," Scott asked, suppressing a heavy sight. PR was the worst part of being a hero.

Katherine's plan involved shoving them into a talk show with a list or predetermined by the PR team questions. A popular talk show that often hosts heroes when PR problems need addressing. Once fWhip's new suit was ready and revealed to the public of course. At least they would be given some time to prepare. And the questions were already ready for them to look over and decide if there was some big nothing for them in them. And to form their answers for PR to approve.

"And, Shadow Master's top goons have been seen plotting something, be ready for anything," Katherine warned them before asking about the flying progress report. At least she was pleased that fWhip could fly even if a bit already.

Once done and free from the boring part of the job - PR hell as Scott called it - they exchanged looks. 

"Shadow Master must be having a conniption in the prison," fWhip chuckled, checking something on his communication device.

"Jimmy's going to kill me next time he sees me..." Scott sighed.

"If Amethyst doesn't get to you first... I really don't feel like going home tonight if she knows... TV show will make her not trust a word I say about the situation... And they say the costume's almost done," fWhip groaned.

"Well... you could come over so we can match our answers? My brother won't be home - band stuff's tonight and after he's visiting his boyfriend?" Scott offered, feeling rather bold and friendly today.

fWhip did not mind a co-worker sleepover so after agreeing he ran off to try on the new costume. And Scott was left with the reality that he was getting a handsome guy to visit him. and sleep over. And it was all for work purposes because the public decided they look cute together... Until recently they thought Tinkerer was a robot. Was a bit of hair on a blurry photo that big of a deal? Apparently yes.

Scott couldn't hold back his excitement as he took the elevator down to the lobby once he was done with hero work for the day. Even the piece of paper with interview questions couldn't get his spirits down. And he almost completely forgot it once he spotted fWhip. Thick-rimmed, round glasses back on his nose and a leather jacket that frankly made him look quite small. Honestly, fWhip was starting to look tiny to Scott whenever he didn't have his wings out. They were just so damn big and it was honestly cute. And the way he was holding his tablet in both hands and furrowing his eyebrows. Adorable.

"Don't tell me that's ex-boyfriend's jacket," Scott chuckled and maybe felt bad with how much he startled the other hero.

"No, I always bought them in bigger hoping Jimmy would borrow one..." fWhip sighed, showing the tablet into his bag. "My sister's all kinds of annoyed I have made a friend, and I know she's just worried because of the whole situation recently," he sighed, following Scott to the tower's parking area.

Scott understood that. "Yeah, my brother nearly choked me to death after the election day. I think he forgot being a hero is a high-risk profession," he nodded.  He never saw Xor that worried.

"Yeah. Part of why I broke up with Jimmy. It was never about him not liking heroes. I was just scared of what would happen if Shadow Master ever found out my civilian identity... And I never properly explained myself and seeing you talk to him I think that maybe we could make it work..." fWhip rambled on the way to Scott and Xor's apartment.

"You couldn't have known how he'd react, right? And he does keep calling me Pigeon-Boy all the time and I have to keep running after him, and saving him did not help, I think he might be tolerating be because of the job," Scott took over talking and told fWhip how he had to take care of Jimmy after the whole incident. "If he wasn't hurt he'd probably kick me out," he ended with a sad chuckle. 

Both Scott and fWhip agreed Jimmy was stupidly attractive and cute and his dislike of heroes was annoying but probably had a good reason. They agreed to not complain about it and give Jimmy his own space to figure that one out. And fWhip, even if he never told Jimmy about it, was pretty sure the sheriff knew Tinkerer was his ex-boyfriend. He was just too damn smart not to notice fWhip's frankly bad attempts at hiding all the scuffs and bruises that came from fighting villains. And at least complimenting Jimmy saved their evening from being all about work and frankly in spaces a bit too personal questions. And fWhip was right, shouldn't heroes' private information, like details of their relationships with each other be their own business and not discussed on TV?

[originaltyphoonkryptonite]

Chapter 11: Returning The Favor

Zella pov

A few days after Dick got sick I got sick. Since Gus was manning the store, I was just trying to feel better on the couch. Cippia was tucked into my side as he napped away. I sneeze into a tissue and then throw it into the trashcan next to the couch. I groan as my head was killing me as well as my throat. The T.V was playing the news and surprise surprise, it is talking about the knight in shiny feathers himself. The lady news anchor seemed smitten with him like a lot of other girls.

"Another courageous act by Nightwing folks. He stopped some crooks from getting away with money stolen from a bank. Rumors say he has a little shadow falling him. But the apparent side-kick isn't always there much less barely anyone has seen him. No one has even got a photo or video of this new crime-fighter. So it seems to be just rumors."

I raise an eyebrow at this little shadow rumor.

"Nightwing also caught the mob boss that was recently doing drug dealings. I'm glad such a handsome hero is here to protect our town."

I start to laugh until it becomes full blown coughing. After my fit I hear a knock on the door.

"Hey Zella, you have a visitor!", I hear Gus say as he unlocks my door. "Welp there you go Dick. Call me if you need anything, I'll be in the store."

"Thanks Gus.", I hear Dick says as he closes the door with his foot as he seemed to have his arms full. Cippia had heard Gus' voice and woke up. When he saw Dick, he leapt off the couch and ran to him. He ends up jumping around him as he makes his way into my kitchen.

"Sorry I got you sick Zell. But Gus made that soup of his and I brought movies to watch."

"Don't you have work?", I ask as I sit up on the couch.

"Nope today is Saturday. So I have the day off.", he says from the kitchen.

He then comes in with a bowl of hot chicken noddle soup. I take it from his hands as he sits on the couch on the other side of me. Cippia snuggles in between the both of us.

After I ate my soup, Dick took the bowl and put the rest of the supplies away. He then put in some movies and sat next to me since Cippia seemed to want his spot. I had just taken cough medicine and was waiting for it to kick in.

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Dick pov

Zell was starting to fall asleep and she even rested her head on my right shoulder. I smile down at her as I move us slightly to be more comfortable. I pull the blanket to cover us both. Cippia was watching the movie with me. My phone rings and I pick it up.

"Yes Damian?", I asked.

"I want Duff's phone number Grayson.", he said in his usual tone.

"What? Why?"

"So I may call her about times I can visit."

"You can see her when you visit me."

"Not if I plan on visiting her and not you."

"You'd rather see her then me?", I ask in mock hurt.

"Yes. She doesn't smother me in hugs or makes me dress up in that ridiculous outfit."

"But you look so cute in it!", I whine to him.

"Her phone number Grayson."

"Fine I'll text you it later. I'm a bit busy at the moment."

"Very well.", he says as he hangs up.

I place my phone down and soon started to feel drowsy.

"A quick nap won't hurt.", I smile at Cippa and he barked in agreement.

I let myself fall asleep and soon I was asleep.

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Cippia pov

I open my eyes and do a doggy smirk. I press a button on the remote and turn off the t.v. Those two are really cute together. I watch them as they sleep before getting of the couch. I head through a shadow and appear under the check-out counter in the store. Gus looks down and smiles at me. He goes to the door and flips the sign.

"Out to lunch."

He walks back over to the back room where the fridge is and grabs his lunch. He also grabs some bacon for me. He comes back, gives me my treat and settles down in his 'Grumpy Gus Zone' chair.

"So think those two will ever get together?", he asks me as he takes a bite of his sandwich.

I whine and shake my head before gobbling up my lunch.

"Thought so. The only way those two will get together will probably take a miracle."

I nod my head and bark.

"I know! But Zella is Zella. She won't admit that she might have some feeling for the guy. He's handsome, strong, smart, brave, has a good heart, what more does she need?"

I bark in agreement.

"So what if his dad is rich? Zella really doesn't care if you are or aren't."

I nod my head and wag my tail

~Time-skip~

We finish our lunch and Gus gets back to work after turning the sign to open. I go back into the apartment and see that Dick had left for patrol. I snuggle next to my Zella as I dream of what her wedding might be. I get to be the ring bearer while wearing a cute blue bow around my neck!

~Time-skip~

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Dick pov

I was done with my patrol and decided to check on Zell. She was fast asleep on the couch and she seemed to stop coughing. I let a little smile appear on my lips as I see her roll onto her side in her sleep so she was facing me now. The blanket had slipped down to her hips.

"Goodnight Zell." I whisper to her as I pull the blanket back up

"Goodnight Dick." she answers in her sleep.

I chuckle at that as I went home and got ready for bed.

I was about to turn in when my phone rang again.

"Hello?", I ask.

"Grayson! Why didn't you tell me Duff was sick!?", I hear Damian yell at me.

"Wait how did you know?", I ask with narrow eyes.

"Simple. I hacked your conversation with Hodges when he called you to check on her before you turn in for the night."

"Damian! Please don't do that! What if Bruce was near!"

"Father wasn't. But very well I won't do it again, if you give me her phone number now."

I swear he was smirking right now. I sigh and give him her number. He's lucky she told me she thinks he's an angel.

[deke-rivers-1957]

Not Broken Just Bent Part 2

Elvis is in a fetal position on the couch. He is trembling, trying to fight back the nausea. He is suffering through his own personal hell.

"Oh god, I am so sick, Mommy!!! I-i-i feel so sick. Please, please I need help. H-honey, please help me. I-I don’t know what to do. I feel like I am dying. P-please help me, Mommy. P-please help your good boy…"

Elvis starts crying. He seems so desperate for me to help him. He seems more pitiful than ever, but also cute to see him in the state of a “sick little boy” that wants his mother to care for him. His body doesn’t stop twitching.

"Mommy! Mommy! Help your good boy! Mommy! Save me!"

"Elvis? Pumpkin do you need to take your shirt off to cool down? You’re starting to hyperventilate."

Elvis keeps breathing heavily. His eyes start to turn red and his face glows. His teeth are clenched as he goes into full panic mode.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my gooood!!! I think I am dying! D-d-d-d-d-do I take my shirt off? Am I dying? Oh god! Oh god! Ohhh g-g-g-d-d-d!!!! "

I start unbuttoning Elvis' shirt and can visibly see sweat stains. I quickly toss that on the floor.

"Feeling better?"

Elvis seems like he is feeling a bit better. His shirt being off seems to ease him a little bit. His shirt is completely soaked with sweat.

"I-i really felt like I was going to die, Mommy. That was so intense! H-have I ever acted like that before? I don’t remember acting this way before."

"Pumpkin, can you lift your head for a second? I’m gonna get your puppy for you. I’ll be right back."

"Y-y-y-y-y-y-yea! Thank you, Mommy!"

Elvis turns his head slightly, trying to get comfortable… he is still breathing heavily, but it seems like his heart beat is slowing down a bit. He seems a bit drowsy and like he might fall asleep soon…

"D-d-does my puppy want to come and cuddle with me? T-they say pets can be good for your health. L-like a s-stres… a s-stress reliving kind of thing."

The dog seems to be a bit nervous at first, but the dog soon calms down and gets on the couch. It immediately feels like they both have some strange bond between them. The dog jumps in his arms and starts licking his face. Elvis chuckles and starts stroking and petting the dog's head. They seem to be getting along very well. Elvis is still breathing heavily. He is still feeling tired, but is more calm now. He is also feeling a bit embarrassed from his earlier actions.

"Thank you for the puppy, Icy. I was feeling very lonely. He's going to help me calm down a lot."

"Do you have a runny nose pumpkin?"

"Yes, I do have a runny nose, Mommy. I know it is unpleasant to look at, but can you help me wipe all of the mucus off my nose, Mommy? P-please?"

His nose is so congested, that the mucus is starting to seep out onto his lower lip. He seems very much like a “sick little boy” that needs his mother to care for him.

"Alright then pumpkin, I’ll get some more tissues and the little trash can."

Elvis holds the puppy as he waits patiently for the tissues and trash can to be brought to him. He just keeps stroking the puppy’s back, trying to make the puppy feel calm. Soon, his mucus is wiped off and he can breath much better from both nostrils. He seems a bit relaxed. He gives you a grateful smile for helping him.

"Thank you, Mommy! I feel much better now."

"You know you should probably go upstairs to your room."

"Oh, o-oh! Well... y-yea! I-i-i-i guess I probably should lay down. Just-just let me take the puppy and the trash can up to my room, so I can change into my pajamas and be ready for bed. I should be good to go to bed. I probably shouldn’t be running around like a crazy person right now, should I?"

I give Elvis the tissues and trashcan as he goes upstairs. I get upstairs and see him sitting in bed shirtless. I go to get the blue pajamas.

"Blue pajamas, Mommy? P-please can I wear my pink pajamas, instead?"

They had white clouds and stars on them. He seems very comfortable in them. He seems like a small boy who is very determined to get his way.

I grab the light pink pair.

"Ok pumpkin, I'll help you put these on."

He starts rubbing his eyes. He seems to be falling asleep very fast. He looks comfortable and adorable in his pink jammies.

"Please t-t-t-t-tuck me in, Mommy?"

"Are you hungry pumpkin? I can make you some soup."

"Yes, please! I-I could eat something. I-i would love some hot soup."

I put a thermometer in his mouth.

"Of course pumpkin. It’s ramen noodles and some chicken so just a couple minutes to boil. Now you just rest so we can measure your temperature. Don't play any tricks on me."

I head downstairs and start once your soup finished I head back upstairs. I get upstairs and check his temperature.

"Now pumpkin, tell Icy what you think your temperature is."

Elvis sits up a little while and looks at me with big, dark blue eyes. He seems to be in a trance like state, as he is still dreaming. His eyes are glazed and he is breathing heavily. He is still moving in his sleep as if he is dreaming. He looks at you, then the thermometer in his mouth.

“104.8…”

His forehead scanner tells me that he has a fever of 101 degrees.

"Did you fake your 105 degree fever?"

Suddenly, his eyes shoot open and he seems to be snapping out of the nightmare he was having.

"Yes! I-I-I-I faked it!"

I raise my eyebrow. Suddenly, tears start rolling from his eyes. He seems to be crying hard.

"No… No… I-i don’t want you to leave… I… I… I don’t know what to… Please… Please stay here w-with me."

I look at the scanner.

"Well the scanner does say it's 102 so you're clearly delirious."

Elvis’s blue eyes are now bright red from crying. His bottom lip is trembling and he seems to be losing control of himself emotionally. He's no longer the tough, rugged guy he tried so hard to be… he is just a broken mess.

"Just lie down in your bed with puppy. I'll spoon feed you since you need to eat. Once you're done I'll give you a whole body massage. Does that sound good?"

Elvis nods. He keeps wiping his eyes with his fingers and he is clutching the puppy to himself like a small boy, seeking refuge and comfort. He starts eating my soup.

"Are you finished with your bowl of soup pumpkin?"

Elvis quickly looks down at the bowl and he is finished.

"Thank you Mommy. You don’t know how much that helped me."

"I'll bring this downstairs and your Icy will give you that massage."

"I would really love a massage from y-you Icy."

I go downstairs to the kitchen. When I come back, I see Elvis lying on his stomach.

"Do you want your cake massaged pumpkin?"

"I would like that very much, o-o-o-o-o-o-kay?"

"Icy'll rub your cake then. I just think it's funny how your butt's just so round like a cake."

Elvis smiles at my joke.

"Just like a cake, huh? You like my butt?"

"Yeah because yours' a whole cake."

I sit down on the bed and start massaging his shoulders.

"Do you want your comics?"

"Yes, please!!! Read to me!!! Yes, please, read to me! P-p-please! R-r-read to meeee!!!!!"

"Alright pumpkin. Icy'll get your comics."

I go to get his comics. When I come back, Elvis seems to be in his own world. He seems to be talking to his stuffed animals. He starts to sing a song about the adventures of Captain Marvel Junior and why Captain Marvel Junior is the best superhero in the entire world.

"He is so cool and so powerful and he can fly so high to the sky! He can do anything and everything… Captain Marvel Junior can do IT ALL! Captaaaan Marvel Junior!!!"

"Elvis, what are you doing out of bed? I just went to get your comics."

He looks like he’s seeing the adventures of Captain Marvel Junior. His eyes seem to be looking at an invisible screen right in front of him. It’s like he is still seeing an illusion in his head. He seems to still be under the trance of the Captain Marvel Junior comics.

"I am flying… I am flying with Captain Marvel Junior… Captain Marvel Junior can fly like angels in heaven… Captaaan Marvel Juniorrrrr!!!"

I put the comics down and get down on the floor in front of him to take off his shoes. He looks like a child who is being forced by their mother to take off their precious, blue suede shoes.

"Nooooo!!! Not my blue suede shoes!! I-I-I-I-I-I love my blue suede shoes!!!! I wanna keep wearing my blue suede shoes!!!"

"But pumpkin you need to be comfy to sleep. You can't have shoes on."

"I-I-I-I-I don’t w-w-w-want to sleep!!!! I w-w-w-wanna wear my blue suede shoes!!!! I w-w-w-w-wan-nah keep wearing them!!!!"

"Are you getting chills? I can get your sockes. Do you want the soft, fluffy sockes with dog faces?"

"Yes, yes, yes!!!! I-I want the soft, fluffy, warm, snuggly socks in the drawer next to my bed!!! I want the soft, fluffy, warm, snuggly socks with doggo faces!!! Please, please give me my soft, fluffy socks with doggo faces!"

I go get Elvis' socks and find him back on his bed with his puppy. Elvis appears to be coming out of his delirious state a little bit. He suddenly seems very happy about his soft, fluffy, warm, snuggly sockes with doggo faces.

"Oooo… thank you, Icy! You got my very soft, squishy, fluffy, warm, snuggly sockes with doggo faces… thank you!!!"

He looks back down at his sockes and seems like he is in a trance now, lost in a state of bliss.

"Your feet were cold you needed to get the blood flow back. Be sure to get puppy safe while I get in bed. It's late pumpkin, let me read for you. You gotta go back to sleep."

Elvis seems to be looking down at his warm, comfy sockes with doggo faces. He seems ready to fall asleep soon. He wants his plushies so that he can have a great night’s sleep.

"I-I-I… want my plushies before bed, so that I can sleep very, very comfortably!"

"It's alright pumpkin. Here's your panda and tigies."

"Oh, thank you!!! I-I-I-I am gonna have a really, really good nights sleep now that I have my panda and my tigies!!! Thank you, thank you, Icy! You are always the best, honey!"

Elvis yawns and cuddles his favorite toys while he starts to slowly fall asleep. His face looks like it’s in pure happiness. He mumbles about the adventures of Captain Marvel Junior.

"I love Captain Marvel Junior, the most powerful superhero of all time."

"I know pumpkin, I know."

Elvis seems to be very peaceful as he sleeps.

Time Skip

Elvis seems to be in a nightmare now and is starting to have cold sweats as he sleeps. He suddenly starts whimpering. He sounds very scared and confused like a child who is having a very intense nightmare right now.

"H-help…. Someone… someone h-help me, p-p-p-please!!!!"

"It’s ok pumpkin. You were just having a nightmare."

It was a nightmare about a d-damn d-d-dog man!! The d-d-dog man is very scary, Icy! I-I w-w-w-want him to go away!!! I'm scared… very, very scared!!! Make the d-dog man go away, Icy! W-w-w-where is my daddy??? I need my daddy right now!! I wanna hide!! I wanna escape somewhere… w-w-w-w-w-where is the d-do-dog man going??!! Oh, no, no, no, no!!!"

"Well where is he pumpkin?"

"He’s in the attic! H-h-h-h-h-h-help me!!! He's in the a-a-a-attic!! I want the d-d-dog man to go away! P-p-p-p-p-p... Please help me, Icy!!! Please!!!"

Elvis is in full panic mode right now.

"I... I'm... I'm very, very afraid!!!"

"Ok I'll grab the flashlight since I can't see that well in the dark."

Elvis looks up and can see a strange, shadowy figure at the very back of the attic. It seems to be the outline of a monstrous dog-like creature. This dog-like creature has red glowing eyes before turning around to leave the attic. It looks like something from a horror movie.

"I don't see any dog man pumpkin it must've been your fever."

Elvis looks at you and is shaking very hard. He holds his puppy tight as he shakes under the covers. He looks like he’s in a state of full panic. His face looks terrified and he is sweating heavily as he shakes.

"No… no, d-dog man is real!!!"

"Where is he pumpkin? I can't see him."

Elvis points his arm toward the doorway. His hand is shaking so hard that he has trouble pointing at the doorway.

"W-he’s r-right there! Can’t you see him???? He’s gonna come in here and h-h-hurt us both! No, no, no!!! I wanna hide!!! I wanna hide under the bed!!! I wanna go someplace far, far away!!!"

"Maybe Jerry could get rid of him, I'm too smol to fight the dog man pumpkin."

"Yeah… Jerrah. H-he can fight the dog man!!! Jerry can protect me! If that d-d-d-d-dog man comes in here and tries to hurt me, he will beat him up really badly!! Yes, Jerry is very strong and is a good fighter!!! I trust Jerrah!!!"

"Ok Icy will find Jerrah, pumpkin. You just stay there. I'm not going anywhere just to the door."

Jerry comes up to me immediately.

"What's wrong Jacklin?"

"Jerry! You have to save me! You have to save… Icy and me! That d-d-dang dog man is coming for us!!! Hurry, Jerry! Please… fight the dog man! I wanna live!!!"

"Oh nooo not the dog man. He saw him when we did the LSD too. I think we should get him a cold shower. We did LSD more than once back in the 60s. When he sees dog man it’s bad. He even thought I was a dog man once and he punched me. Gotta take him to that shower so he’ll cool down.

Elvis keeps sobbing very hard while under the bed. He seems to be even more confused and scared about the idea of a cold shower. He is shaking and he is whimpering.

"Nonononono p-p-p-please don’t throw me in the shower! Please, please, please, please! You are going to hurt me!"

"The water can't be too cold, he'll develop a shock. How did you even get him in the shower the first time?"

Elvis seems to fight back when the cold water hits him, until the pain becomes too much for him to bear. He is in shock and is now sobbing very hard and is trembling really hard in the shower. One moment, he looks very scared. The next moment, he looks very, very weak. Elvis seems like he is going into a total manic break down right now. He begins to slowly fall down to the bottom of the shower. He now appears to be in full shock.

"I… I'm d-d-d-d-d-dying!"

"Just a second pumpkin. I'll fix it so it's not as cold."

I fix the temperature while Elvis clings on to the puppy as if his life depends on it as Jerry and Lamar join in.

"Thank you, thank you… thank you very much! I feel m-m-much… m-m-much better now! I needed that. I really needed that."

"Glad you feel that way pumpkin. You gotta go to bed now. No more dog man."

"Thank you, Icy... Thank you very, very, much!"

I start rubbing his lower back which brings up the time I saw bruises from his painkiller injections. Elvis whimpers a lot more now as he remembers the painkillers and the pain.

"M-my back.. hurts."

"It's ok. You're getting past that. The bruises are healing now."

Elvis continues to sob really hard as he seems like, he's going to scream out in pain.

"T-thank you, Icy! I feel better now."

I just sigh because it’s too late to really get into all this emotion.

"Oh you don't need to thank me pumpkin. It's just the fever. It's making you feel things. You just gotta go to sleep now."

Elvis begins to calm down and starts to feel a little tired. The cold shower certainly tired him a lot. This entire experience has been very exhausting and very scary for him.

"Ok, Icy. I’ll try my best to go to sleep now."

Elvis now starts to snore gently as he sleeps. His chest rises and falls slowly, but he is very peaceful right now. He starts to dream about being with dog man sharing a smoothie.

Time Skip

"I-I can’t believe I just had such an awesome dream about the two of us, Icy."

"What about dog man? Did you manage to tame him pumpkin?"

Elvis looks at me and smirks. He winks with a playful look and tilts his head.

"Oh yeah. I totally tamed him. I tamed him into a huge, strong puppy."

"Do you think you can go down to the studio and record some material?"

"Yeah, I’ll go down and record some of my best material for you, baby."

I start to take your temperature.

"Fever's going down and your eyes look more clear."

Elvis seems more relieved and happy.

"So, Icy… I can go to the studio… R-right, honey?"

"You gotta go over your list of songs to record and eat first. Then we can give it a try."

"I-I-I love you, Icy."

He smirks and goes to his office, looking over his records and songs with his guitar in hand.

Time Skip

"Alright we need to change then we'll be ready. You don't wanna go to the studio in your pinkies and dog sockes do you? You just need to find whatever keeps you from getting overheated."

Elvis nods his head, in a very playful way.

"I like that, Icy… D-d-d-dog sockes and pinkies. …Y-y-you are so right! I should look professional."

Elvis smiles as he comes back wearing a summer suit and he has a really nice hairstyle. His face is clean and his eyes are shining.

"I look sharp… I feel sharp… I am sharp. This is going to be a great day, Icy. I can feel it."

We all get in the cars and drive to the studio. It ends up being a nightmare as Elvis start to get feverish again

"Pumpkin turn your guitar around. You have it on backwards."

Elvis stops as he notices that his guitar is backwards. He turns his guitar around and gets in position to play the guitar again.

"A-a-alright fellas. Can't Help Falling In Love."

Elvis sits in the stool and starts to sing Can't Help Falling In Love as a warm up song. He falls off the stool and that drove things off the cliff.

"Pumpkin are you ok?"

Elvis tries to get up, but he’s too dizzy to stand.He can’t focus his eyes well, and he seems like he’s in another universe altogether.

"Honey… C-c-c-c-c-c-call the doctor…. I’m not f-f-f-f-feeling so good right now."

Elvis seems very sick and confused, right now. He even looks a bit pale now…

"N-n-n-n-n-no…. You’re n-n-not the d-d-damn d-d-dog man! W-w-what are you doing…?? W-w-w-w-what is this…?"

Elvis gets up quickly and rushes out the door. He is shaking and confused.

"H-H-H-H-Hel-pp-pp-pppp!!!!!! ….P-PLEASE!!"

I turn to the producer and the guys.

"Dang. Jerry get the car, Lamar go after him so he doesn't hurt himself. He could run out into traffic if we don't get him calmed down. So sorry for this. He has had a fever since last night. I thought it would be alright to take him here since it broke this morning."

Jerry runs to the parking lot to get the car. Lamar goes after Elvis. Some officers bump into him.

"Elvis are you alright? What's happening?"

Elvis yells out to the officer.

"Help me, Please!!! The d-dog man!!! He’s following me around and terrorizing me!!!! Please!!! He’s g-going to kill me!!!

"Dog man you say?"

Lamar comes up to them and sighs.

"Sir, thanks for finding him. He has a high fever and we're going to be bringing him home."

The head officer nods and tries to reason with Elvis.

"I see. It's alright Elvis. Dog men fear badges. I see your friend has the car so why don't I have a couple of my men escort you home. The dog man won't be able to follow you that way. "

Elvis shakes his head and sobs even harder. He has his hands on his forehead and his head down, just crying.

"Elvis this officer is willing to help you. The dog man doesn't like police badges. Why don't we wait for Jerry to come with the car so he can escort you home?"

Elvis shakes his head and sobs, his whole body trembling now with the fever and the shock of everything.

"Dog Man!!! No!!! Don’t hurt me!!! B-badges d-d-d-d-don’t."

He sobs and starts to faint. The head officer lowers Elvis to the ground.

"It's alright now, Elvis. Take deep breaths. We're just gonna sit here until your friend gets the car. Lamar see if you can find him some water and tell your other friends what happened."

Lamar nods and goes back to find me and the other guys. I get to the door and get down on the ground with a bottle of water.

"You have a bad fever pumpkin. Just drink slowly when you have some water."

Elvis starts taking little sips of the water, since his stomach feels like it’s in knots right now.

"Thank you, H-h-h-h-h-honeyyy… I-I-I’m still… I’m still so t-t-t-tired.

Jerry arrives and unlocks the doors long enough for us all to get in the car. A couple police cars arrive to create a motorcade. Cops on motorcycles also arrive to keep the crowd at bay and direct traffic. We get in the car and Jerry quickly locks the doors again as we drive home.

"Are you alright pumpkin?"

Elvis lets out a big groan, as he’s practically laying on my shoulder now. He slumps onto my lap and is out cold. There is sweat all over his face, and his hair is soaking wet from the fever. He’s really sick, right now.

"You’re s-so nice to me, H-honey."

His voice is low and husky. He doesn’t stay awake long, and goes back to sleep.

"I know pumpkin. That’s because you do your best to be good for me."

Time Skip

Elvis slowly wakes up from his deep sleep in bed, as he stares up at the big screen of the TV. His eyes are squinting a little, as he tries to open his eyes. As he starts to regain consciousness, he turns to you and smiles softly. The last thing he remembers was us cuddled up with each other, as he was starting to drift off to a deep, peaceful sleep.

"You still here, honey?"

I'm finishing a slice of pizza next to you.

"Yeah. Have some pizza. I had enough of it already. If you can't finish it I'll just save it for lunch tomorrow."

He takes it as I grab the forehead scanner. He looks at the scanner.

"Huh well what do you know it's 99.7."

"Of course pumpkin. I had plans of giving some Tylenol to you anyway since there's always the chance it could spike. You need to sleep. It's almost 1 am so you gotta go to sleep soon otherwise your whole rhythm's off. You just focus on finishing your food while I'll go get you more Tylenol."

Elvis nods and continues eating pizza. It tastes so good and he is so hungry that he keeps on eating like an animal.

"T-thank you, Jacklin. T-this is the most comfortable I have felt in days."

I open the Tylenol bottle and get two pills from the bathroom and walk back to the bedroom.

"Ok pumpkin if you still have water left, take these and finish your water so I can take the tray back downstairs."

Elvis smiles like he has no cares in the world. I go downstairs to put the tray in the sink. The Tylenol was really doing its job. He takes a deep breath, as he closes his eyes and he hugs me close to him.

"T-thank you, for everything. T-this Tylenol was the best medicine ever. M-my head is so clear, now. T-this past few days have been rough! T-thank you so much for helping me out, Jacklin. T-this is… T-this is so nice…"

I get in bed next to Elvis.

"Yeah but sometimes your actions make me question whether you really appreciate what I do for you in the past."

"T-well, t-then let me tell you that you make me feel special. T-that you are the most incredible woman that I have ever met. T-that the mere act of you being here with me makes me feel warm and cozy inside. T-that your beauty radiates all around me, and I can’t get enough of it. I could die, right now, so happy that I finally found this. T-this feeling. T-this love that I have for you."

"Oh, I'm sure you will someday. You always buy apology gifts for people. Mine better not be anything fancy like perfume since you know I'm very basic and can't handle the smell."

He starts to feel even cozier when he feels the warmth of me right next to him. He is starting to drift off to sleep. He has a soft smile on his face as he lays down and closes his eyes. He speaks through a yawn.

"T-yeah, h-honey, whatever you want. T-that’s what I’ll get. T-this Tylenol is really kicking in. T-the rest of my body is starting to feel really, really tired. T-this feels so nice. I love you, Jacklin."

Elvis is already starting to sleep. He nods, with a very satisfied look on his face. He puts the empty dish on the nightstand.

"T-yes.. a ring. That’s a good idea. I will buy you a ring. T-a big one. One that sparkles bright. T-a ring that will sparkle in the light… I love you. G… g-g’night."

Elvis falls completely asleep, and within seconds, he is snoring peacefully.

"Ring? Elvis I don't wear jewelry."

Elvis' asleep so I just sigh and lie down next to him. I close my eyes only to realize what he was implying.

"Elvis, did you just propose?"

He starts to mutter to himself in his sleep.

"T-this ring will sparkle…."

He seems content and happy. He is starting to purr softly, like an overgrown cat being petted. Elvis sings Young and Beautiful in his dream with such passion and vigor. The crowd cheers even more after he sings. A single tear forms in his eye, as a soft smile grows on his face. He looks at the audience and he speaks.

“Thank you… T-thank you so much.. T-thank you, everyone. T-thank you… T-thank you.. T-thank you.”

Elvis looks into the audience in a humble way. He points at me and nods with the mic in his hand.

"So, what do you say, Jacklin? T-will you be my wife? T-will you marry me?"

Before I can answer, Elvis opens his eyes and stretches his arms out, as if he is still laying on his back, on the stage.

"T-that was so awesome! I-I just had the coolest dream! It was so awesome! T-that pizza was amazing, but I guess I just had too much. T-thanks for watching over me, Jacklin. Did you have a good dream?"

"Yeah but I can't tell since it wouldn't come true. Let's just say I have high hopes for the future."

Elvis kisses me on the cheek and we start the rest of our lives.

"T-today is another day. T-today is another chance to make it all better. T-that is what I believe in, Jacklin.. T-today is another day to make beautiful memories with you. T-today is another day to make it right, right now, and forever."

"That's all you need to do pumpkin. Just try."

"T-that’s what I try to do…. T-every single day of my life. T-the important thing is… T-that you should always have hope in your heart. T-that you should always make a little piece of your life your own special paradise. T-that you should always have something to look forward to. T-that.. T-that you should always.. T-that you should always always believe in magic."

[smolcuriouskitten]

Rockelle sat on the table quietly until he returned back from showering. She was finished with her milk and burped but found it nice to be in a home rather than a trashcan. She stretches and yawns, resting her head on her paws.

Once she hears his footsteps, she sits up and mews at him. Woah he was cute before and hes cuter now. Hey quit staring, you still have to play the role of a cat. As he asks her to watch tv with him, she makes a pawing motion as if saying 'pick me up!' since she was still injured and wasnt gonna chance jumping off the table on her own.

When he talks about a pet store, she tilts her head and paws at the air more. Oh if only he knew. She could feel her magic starting to kick in finally, her wounds slowly healing on their own. Luckily they were all internal so he wouldnt notice, just keep playing the weak defenseless kitten.

Starter for @semperprotego Kitty down!

Being in her cat form was fun until shes stuck in it. Her sisters experiments were nice, always ending in an innocent result like another hair color or maybe an eye color change. This time, she was stuck as a cat and she hated it. Cats are unassuming, they hide away and mind their own business, normal stuff! She was walking back home and was grabbed and tossed around. Manhandled and pulled and tugged. It ended with her being injured and in a trashcan.

Her weak meows echos along the metal of the cans, her magic not being able to heal her body due to the stress. Soon she heard footsteps and quiets down out of fear, oh god not another human! Then shes carefully picked up and carried away. She was tense and hisses quietly, scared of what they were planning for her, especially after her experience earlier in the day.

[mytheoristavenue]

ST Eddie Munson x Reader - Teach Me

Warnings: Smoking, language, making out

Summary: You ask your friend to teach you how to smoke so you can impress your crush, Jason.

"Eddie, please?" you begged at the lunch table, playing with the reset dial of his watch.

"Not happening, dollface." he replied, biting a scoop of faux mash potatoes off his fork. "Your folks would kill me if they found out I let you smoke. Besides, you wouldn't wanna ruin those pretty pink lungs, would you?"

"Damnit," you huffed, crossing your arms. "You really are no help, you know that?"

"I'm such an asshole, I know." he smirked, turning back to listen to something Mike was saying about the next Hellfire meeting.

"Yes, you are an asshole. Speaking of which, I'm not coming tomorrow night." Eddie's head snapped back to you, still smirking.

"It's cute that you think you have a choice."

"C'mon, (Y/N)," Dustin chimed in. "You can't skip Hellfire, you're our mage, we need you."

You shrugged with a giggle. "Sorry, boys. I've got an agenda and if Eddie won't help me, I'll just need to take extra time off to do it myself."

Dustin and Mike both groaned as Eddie rolled his eyes. "Why is this so important to you?"

"Because," you chirped, piling all of your trash onto your tray. "I overheard Jason telling his friends that he thinks girls that smoke are hot, and I'm gonna get him to ask me to prom one way or another."

Your friends laughed at your expense, making your smile falter. " Why would you want that? Guy's a grade A douche." Gareth snarled. You rolled your eyes, turning to talk to the trashcan.

"Suit yourselves, I hope you all die without me there to heal you." Finally, Eddie groaned dramatically.

"Fine, fine, fine. Meet me at my place after school and I'll teach you all about smoking." You squealed in excitement, dancing in place before hugging his torso.

"Oh my gosh, thank you, thank you!" you giggled, before letting go as the bell rings. "I'll see you after class, bye guys!" You waved as you made your way through the crowd. After you were gone, Eddie stood in place, watching you go with a lovesick grin on his face. Dustin came beside him, glancing up at him, and shaking his shoulder.

"Holy shit, she's got you around her finger." he snickered as the DM turned back to him as they began to walk together with Mike. "What does it even mean to teach someone to smoke?"

Eddie shrugged, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Dunno, but its an excuse to get her in my bedroom, which I'm totally fine with."

"Dude, gross!" Mike gagged. "She's not even into you, she's into Jason."

"I can change her mind." the senior smirked. "(Y/N)'s not so complicated."

You yawned, math class being the most boring on your schedule. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you grinned, seeing that there was only a few minutes left to your day. As soon as the bell rang, you jumped out of your seat, booking it out into the hall. To your delight, you found Eddie waiting for you across the hall. Before he could formally greet you, you eagerly grabbed his hand, pulling him along behind you.

"A little eager too get lung cancer, don'cha think?" he called with a chuckled, you rolled your eyes, pulling him behind you out of the school. "Let's go, I guess." he laughed, opening the passenger side door of his van before getting in his self.

A few minutes later, you were sitting on Eddie's bed, legs criss-crossed, and shoes neatly tucked into the corner. He couldn't help but smile down at you, looking too pure for what you were wanting to do. "Sooo," he began. "Tell me how exactly I'm supposed to teach you how to smoke?" he asked, arms crossed and brow cocked at you.

You blushed a bit, not having considered it, but knowing you had to think of something fast, or else, Eddie wouldn't go through with it. "Oh, y-ya know. Like...how to look cool while doing it?"

"You mean how to do it without coughing, or how to do it without looking like you're totally doing it to impress someone?" he smirked, digging a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

"Both?" you answered, more asking than clarifying. Eddie sighed, an unlit stick hanging from his lips, before coming to sit beside you.

"Ok, look, I'll light this first one for you, and then we'll share it." he said, bringing the lighter to his lips, flicking it and cursing it for having so little fluid in it. When the cigarette finally lit, you inhaled deeply before passing it to you. You took it from him, but were hesitant to take a drag.

"What," he asked, looking at you with a skeptical smirk. "Do you think I have cooties, or something?" you ignored him, staring intently at the cherry which was burning down gradually. "Hey, you okay?"

“Just nervous.” you mumbled. You’d never smoked before, you had always been a goodie goodie, and some part of you worried you wouldn’t be the same after this. “What if I get addicted?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, scoffing at you. “It’s pretty unlikely that you’ll get addicted off of one cigarette, and even if you do, isn’t that the point?” you shrunk away from the burning stick in your fingers, watching it intently. “Look you don’t have to do this, I’m sure we can think of something else to get Jason’s attention.” he suggested, taking it from you, puffing on it and holding his breath for a moment. 

Letting it go, he had an idea. “Ya know, it’s kinda weird, but I got an idea of how to get you used to the inhalation without actually smoking.” he said cautiously. “Feel free to stop me, but...” he mumbled, taking another deep drag, before slowly leaning in. 

A deep blush crawled across your face, watching as your best friend friend tried to kiss you. “E-Eddie!” you shrieked, flattening against his headboard, just in time for his lips to land on yours, exhaling and filling your mouth with full flavored smoke. Eddie pulled away when he knew he’d effectively passed it all to you, surprised to find your brows knitted together, and lips slightly parted, smoke trickling over them, with chest heaving slightly. You were a lovely and pitiful sight beneath him. 

“You should exhale, sweetheart.” he cooed, reminding you to replace his secondhand breath with fresh air, which you did. 

“Can you do that again?” you asked, timidly, eyes boring into him. 

Eddie chuckled, taking another long drag, before lowering himself onto you, now having you pinned to his stained mattress, claiming your lips and restocking your cheeks with the essence of his Marlboro red 100′s. You sputtered against his lips, and he let up for a moment to let you cough away the foreign substance. “Y’okay, sweetheart?” he asked cockily, grinning like a crocodile down at your flushed face. You nodded shyly, your head slowly lifting up to catch his lips again, without any smoke this time. 

Eddie laughed against you, toying with the hem of your shirt, before slipping his hand underneath. You gasped at the chill of his rings against your skin, writhing against his touch. He took the opportunity to playfully nip at your lip, slowly trailing kisses down your jawline and up to your ear. “Eddie...” You whined, your head fuzzy.

The man hummed in response, nosing at your earlobe, before gently nibbling at your earring. After you failed to replied, he took it upon himself to. “Words, doll.” he cooed, purposefully releasing a hot breath into your ear, and smirking at the resulting goosebumps that climbed the nape of your neck. 

“I’m a virgin.” you breathed out, eyes lidded and love drunk. You felt a wave of humiliation wash over you as a hearty laugh erupted form Eddie’s chest. 

“Why does that matter?” he asked, sitting up on his heels, palms on his knees, still straddling your lower legs. “Expecting me to fuck you, right here and now?”

“N-No...” you lied. “I-I’ve just never...done anything like this before.”

“Riiight.” He teased, a shit eating grin on his swollen lips. “You’re wanting to practice for Jason, right? You don't wanna get with him and have him find out that you’re so touch starved, that you’re all whiney over one little kiss, is that it?” Eddie sucked his bottom lip into his teeth as his chocolatey eyes bored into you, as if you were delectable slice of cake, and to him, you were. “Well, if that’s the case, I’ll be your teacher.” he growled, his hands caressing up your body and arms, ending when his fingers clasped in yours.

You could hardly watch Eddie mentally eat you up. In truth, you’d dreamed of this moment for years. You’d always craved his attention and you couldn’t count the amount of times you’d fallen asleep with slick thighs and his name on your breath. You actually didn’t even like Jason half as much but knew you were far from Eddie’s type, and you took advantage of any and every opportunity to spend time with him and feed your obsession. “I’m gonna need a verbal agreement, Princess.”

“W-What?” you asked, snapping out of your trance. 

Eddie titled his head, gazing at your clothed body as he spoke. “I need to know if you want to continue, because,” he began, his eyes flicking to yours, staring into you intensely. “I’ve burned for you for way too long.” You felt butterflies try flutter in your stomach, leaving you speechless. Eddie’s ringed hand came up to caress your cheek, his stare alternating between your lips and eyes. 

The darkness in his eyes gave you chills. It was rare that you saw Eddie without a smile on his face, but this was one of those times. “Yes...” you almost whispered, raising your hand to hold his to your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled darkly, his grin returning as he lowered his ear to  hear you better. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

Your face flushed and you averted your gaze, embarrassed to have to repeat yourself. “I-I want you...I want you really bad, Eddie.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” he smirked, grabbing your cheeks in a single hand, pulling you into a kiss. Eddie peppered sloppy kisses along your lips, face, and jaw, before delicately trailing down your neck, leaving crescent moon bruises in his wake. You sighed, titling your head to allow for further access, too much of your attention on what his mouth was doing to notice what his hands were up to. 

Eddie’s veiny hands worked at your hips, his left gripping one side, and his right inching up your bare sides. He smirked against your skin as you shuddered at the cold steel of his rings on your doughy flesh. He used this to his advantage, flattening his hand and spreading his fingers to ensure that his jewelry was held against you at all times. “Eddie..” you whined, earning a hum from him as you wiggled beneath him. “’T’s cold...” 

“That’s the point, sweetheart.” he laughed airily. “What’s the matter, can’t handle a little steel?” 

“I-I can.” you reassured, more yourself than him. “I can handle steel.” 

“Is that so?” A devious grin spread across Eddie’s face like a wild fire, as he climbed off you, reaching for a pair of handcuffs hanging form a nail. “Think you can handle this much steel?” You gulped, blinking at the cuffs as he dangled them from the very tip of his index finger. Breathing in a bit of bravery, you nodded, making him giggle with excitement. “You’re gonna look so fucking pretty with these babies on.” He said, tugging at your shirt to let you know he wanted it off. “Strip for me, pretty girl.”

You timidly followed his commands, your mind foggy with lust, and spilling over with want. Slowly, you pulled your shirt over your head, hunching shyly in a bra that matched your skin tone near perfectly, waiting for him to respond. “Darling,” he smirked, dragging his tongue over his teeth hungrily. “As excited as I am to see that cute little bra of yours, I wanna see those little panties too.” You blushed, glancing away form him, before standing up to unbutton your jeans, pushing them down your legs and stepping out of them. Embarrassed, you stood in front of him, waiting for his analysis on your physique. 

You didn’t miss the clouding in his eyes, dark and primal as he eyed you like hound on a rabbit. You shuffled awkwardly, feeling the microscope of his vision enhance on specific areas of interests. “Oh, baby,” he finally said, opening his arms to you. “I’m gonna have a hard time forgiving you for hiding this from me.”

“Hiding what?” you asked skittishly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’re rockin’ body, that’s what. Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” he marveled at you, scanning your plush curves and little marks on your skin. “On the bed, pretty mama.” You nodded, falling back to sit on the bed, your breath catching when you feel his palm press to your chest and push you down. “On your back, babe.” As you got comfortable, pulling one of his pillows over to support your head, you missed Eddie climbing over you. That is, until he collected your wrists and you heard a distinct click. Looking up, you found your hands bound by steel bracelets, connected by a chain, only three or four links long. 

Your friend looked down at you, now standing again, hovering and blocking the over head light. You could still make out, however the devilish smile he sported, looking down on you, the girl he’d been obsessed with for years, on his bed, in underwear, and handcuffs. He almost didn’t want to touch you, possibly being content with just watching you squirm, but that’s not what you’re agreement was. Eddie grabbed you by the hips and yanked you toward him with surprising strength, which made your stomach turn. Once your tailbone was level with the stitching of the edge of his mattress, he carefully lowered himself to sitting on his knees on his messy bedroom floor.

You tried your best to look past your body to see what he was doing, but holding your arms above your head wouldn’t allow for it. Meanwhile, Eddie licked his lips with anticipation as he slowly parted your legs, placing each on his shoulders. He could feel your thighs tense as he glance up at you, still inching into your crotch. “What’s wrong, never had your little pussy eaten before?” 

You shook your head, instantly dropping it into his pillow when you felt him lick a stripe up your clothed slit, his saliva seeping into the cotton of your underwear. You breathed out cruses into the air as he repeated, peppering kisses all over your sex and inner thighs. Relief washed over you as you felt him begin to slide your panties down your legs, uncovering your womanhood. You were a bit confused when he seemed to pause after sliding them off your ankle, but before you could ask about it, you felt him lick another stipe up you, this one slobbery, and messy. You cried out, unfamiliar with the intense pleasure bubbling in your stomach.

Eddie began sensually kissing your sex, parting your lips with his tongue, ever so gently, grazing your sensitive bud nearly every time. It seemed to you at the time that he just knew exactly what to do, but in reality, he was mapping you out. This would not be the last time he did this to you if he had anything to say about it, and he was willing to invest time time it took to ensure he did the best he could every time. “Oh, god, Eddie.” you sighed as he delicately suckled on your clit, extracting slick like sap form a tree. 

You propped yourself up on your elbows, just in time to catch his dark chocolate eyes gazing up at you intensely, keeping painful eye contact as ate you out. You watched through teary lashes as he licked a fat stripe up your slit, groaning as he did. “Shit...” you moaned, falling back. “Y-You can’t just look at me like that...” 

“And why not?” he asked, slowly rising to hover over you again, making a point to grind his entire body against your core as he did. “Can’t handle me looking into your eyes while I eat your cute little pussy?” You promptly shook your head, confessing to the eye contact being too much for you. “Aw, poor little girl, are we shy now, is that it?” he asked, his fingers dancing against your mound of delicious flesh. “Oh, what’s wrong, princess?” you gasped, waves of pleasure reverberating though you as he slid a digit into your weeping hole. “Nothin’ to say? You’re not even gonna try and resist?” You timidly shook your head negatively. Eddie hummed in delight. “Good, I like seeing you just melt into my bed.”

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You cried Eddie’s name as he railed into you, your legs half hazardly thrown over his shoulders and toes curled. “Fucking shit...” he cursed, the pick of his necklace dancing on your breasts and stomach like a puppet on a string. Eddie growled, one hand holding your still cuffed hands above your head, and the other gripping your hip, holding it still enough for him to slam his into with dead accuracy. You did everything in your limited power to press yourself against him, wanting so badly to make yourself useful, but he got off on knowing you were powerless. It made him so hot to watch your little hips struggle to bounce along with his, and intermittedly, he’d even fully cease his thrusting, just to watch you squirm and try to fuck yourself on his cock. At this point, however, he was beginning to go beyond the point of control, and he could no longer simply stop. With his last bit of control, he slid out of you, rolling over you to lay beside you, his head resting comfortably on his pillow. 

“Get on top.” he ordered with a devilish grin. Your face protested, but you obeyed as he helped you onto his lap, slowly lowering you onto him, his eyes rolling back for a moment when he was fully buried into you. “You wanna ride my cock, huh princess?” he asked, both of his hands coming down to slap your thighs. You nodded shy, grinding against him. “Use your words, sweetheart.” he cooed, gripping the plush of your hips, with gritted teeth. 

“I-I want to ride your cock, Eddie...”

“Oh, fuck,” he sighed. “Say that again, that was so hot.”

“P-please let me ride your cock...M-Master..?” you tried, nervously, afraid he’d take offense to the name. Eddie’s eyes darkened further, lust clouding his mind.

“Fucking shit, you wanna call me ‘master’, princess? You know how sexy that is?” he growled. “God, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you, baby.” 

Before you realized it, Eddie’s grip on your hips tightened, and he began pumping into you at inhumane speeds. Had you been in the right state of mind, it may have occurred to you that you’d awakened some sort of animal inside him, and you’d surely pay the price for it. For now, though, you were delighted to take whatever consequences that came with, so dick dumb that you’d do anything to feel his cock slam into that special bundle of nerves. 

You now lacked the intelligence to string together sensical language, being reduced to guttural whimpers and half assed attempts at his name. Eddie strained to keep his eyes opened, resisting the need to screw them shut. He wouldn’t dare miss the angelic sight of the girl he worshiped, riding against him, face contorted in bliss, breasts and hair bouncing in perfect circles. “So fucking pretty.” he grunted, releasing a captive breath before stealing another. “Can’t wait to cum all over that pretty little body of yours.”

You continued to ride Eddie’s dick, feeling a nauseous pleasure bubbling up in your stomach, eyes glued to the back of your skull. “E-Eddie...gonna cum...” you choked out, rocking your hips against his sloppily. 

“Wanna cum all over my cock princess?” he growled, gripping the handles of your doughy waist. “Fuck, you better fucking cum, cum for me right now princess.” you struggled to fulfill his request, bouncing on him harder in order to have hit hit that special spot even more efficiently.

“T-Try-ing!” you sputtered, straining against the exhaustion that was settling onto you. Eddie could no longer look at you, his eyes stuck shut by bliss and sexual frustration. He was desperately trying to prolong his suffering as long as possible, but his stomach was beginning to ache with from his denied orgasm. 

At long last, you felt the tangled chord in your belly snap taught, pushing it’s way out of your body in the form of labor attempts at your lovers name the most mind numbing sensation you’ve ever experienced. “C-Cumming! E-Eddie, I’m cumming!” you shrieked, throwing your head back.

Your pitiful cries had sent Eddie over the edge that he’d so desperately been dangling from, dropping him into an ocean of pleasure. He cursed and praised your name, voice full of need, before having a bit of clarity, hoisting your hips up off him, just in time for his cock to slip out and for his seed to rocket into the air like a lewd fountain. “Jesus H Christ, fuck, princess!” Ropes of his essence tangled on your hair, and some even landing in your hair. 

Eddie looked up at you, his heart stopping at the sight. There you sat on his thighs, shyly wiping congealing jizz from your lashes, sticky icing decorating your cute face. He shuddered at the look of you, your expression askance of the filth you’d collected. He chuckled nervously, reaching his hand up and wiping some of hit away, surprised when you took his wrist, suckling the cum off the pad of his fingers. “Holy shit, I’m so in love with you.” he breathed out without even realizing it. He blushed in embarrassment, the look on your features stretching in shock. 

“Do you really mean that, Ed?” you almost whispered, wonder in your glossy eyes. 

“I always have.” he confessed. “You’re so perfect to me.”

“Oh, Eddie...” you sniffled, curling up on his chest. 

“And just for the record,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling his unwashed blanket over you both. “I don’t think you need to smoke to look hot.”

[miekasa]

mie.. i’m going into another eren phase.. so can you pls tell me your fav boyfie eren hcs…

Yeah, why not. I have so many random ones because he is my boyfriend <333 so here you gp

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Eren doesn't actually work out all that often. He’s always been athletic, so his exercise comes in the form of playing sports, but he doesn’t really go to the gym outside of playing/practice.

Loves cake pops, more often than not “treats himself” to one after an exam or assignment, or whenever he feels like it lmfao. He basically eats it all in one bite, keeps the stick in his mouth to fidget with until he finds a trashcan. 

Likes seeing you in his hoodies because, well, it’s his hoodie on you; but mostly because of the size of the actual hood on you. He thinks it’s so funny but also pretty cute how the hood alone swallows you up. 

Grocery shopping with you is one of his favorite activities. He rarely goes by himself—if not with you, then with Mikasa or Armin—and all he really does is follow you around the store and occasionally put some stuff in the cart, but he still loves it. He likes running and then jumping on the cart like it’s a scooter. 

No matter how many makeup tutorials he watches, or how many times he watches you do your own makeup, he doesn’t really understand how it works lmfao. He likes watching it, and he thinks you look pretty if wearing makeup is your thing, but he baffles him how a little tube of concealer brightens your under eye.

Speaking of which, he sits criss cross applesauce either on your bed or on the toilet if you’re in the bathroom, while he watches you do your makeup. Counts the steps in his head, always confuses the contour and bronzer. It’s okay, he’s learning. 

He both likes and dislikes FaceTime. He likes the convenience of it (and will abuse it by calling you even tho you’ve just barely left his house), but he would much rather just go and see you; so he does. Unless there’s something keeping you apart, Eren will make the effort and the trip to go and see you, even if it’s late at night. 

He gets warm very easily, but always has some sort of coat/outerwear on him, even if it’s just a light windbreaker. He usually ends up hanging it over your shoulders or telling you to wear it because you “look cold” when he wants to take it off. 

He walks just like a half step behind you; technically still by your side, but trailing you by the tiniest amount. That way he gets to be with you and watch you, and also steer you away from anything/anyone else he sees ahead while you’re walking. 

If he notices your shoelaces are untied, he gently pokes your shoulder to get you to stop, then bends down and ties them for you. 

His phone case is brown leather, and has your initials engraved at the very bottom in a very tiny, dark green font. 

Likes walking around with you at night so congrats on having your own personal guard dog for Safety lmfaoo. Sometimes you guys don’t even talk; he just wants to hold your hand and wander around, and just be with you for a little bit. 

He is the one putting hair ties on YOUR gear shift and around YOUR wrist. Marking his territory lmfaooo

Learns to like coffee in college, and learns your Starbucks order pretty quickly. He’s got a very small addiction, but he always buys you a cup when he gets his own, so at least it’s beneficial for you. He doesn’t usually have much an extreme sweet tooth, but he takes his coffee with quite a few pumps of syrup and/or sweetener. 

Eren loves hugs, and once he starts getting them, he refuses to go with out them. Back hugs are his favorite, whether it be you hugging him from behind, or him doing it to you; either works for him, both feel like heaven. 

You know when it’s time to head home after a party/hanging with your friends because Eren will drape himself over you and gradually apply more of his body weight the more tired/drunk he gets. Regardless of whether or not he’s sloshed, he’ll still press very light and innocent kisses onto your neck and ears. 

Turns out he really likes getting kisses on his cheeks. It always takes him by surprise; his eyes widen and his eyebrows raise just a bit, but he usually evens out his expression before you pull back, so you don’t see. What you do see is the sorta glazed over, happy look in his eyes, and if you look closely, you might see his pupils dilate, too. 

He actually doesn’t mind reading, he just never thinks to read in his free time. When he does remember, and what he’s reading is interesting to him, he finishes the book pretty quickly—a few days, maybe a week at most—it’s kind of impressive. Then he goes on to not look at another book for a good five months lmfao. 

Asked you what detergent and fabric softener you used on your sheets, then bought the exact same products to do his laundry with. 

He picks you up pretty often. It’s not always tossing you over his shoulder, or carrying you bridal style, but if he needs to get to something behind you in the kitchen he’ll just. Just pick you up, turn, plop you down, get what he needs, pick you up, turn around again, and plop you right back into place. Like a doll. 

Actually very good and very meticulous when it comes to cleaning. Not a single hard water stain in sight on your dishes. Sparkling countertops and tables, your oven has never looked shinier than when he’s done with it. 

Doodles on his notes when he’s bored in class. Doodles on your notes if he’s bored in class and you’re there, too. 

He claims to not get jealous easily, but he definitely does. His methods of dealing with it are either to (a) pout (usually only happens when he gets jealous of someone you’re telling him about), (b) find an excuse to pull you away from this other person, (c) be extremely cold to this other person, (d) pretend to be sick/tired/hungry as an excuse for you to be concerned about him/dote on him in front of this other person (this is his favorite method). 

Will push your phone down/into your face if you’re laying down using it or just scrolling through your feeds. Thinks it’s peak comedy, always runs away with a little shit grin on his mouth. 

He’s always tuned into you, and sometimes physically turned to you, even in a larger conversation with other people around. Finds a way to pull you into the convo if you’ve been on the quieter side, nudges at your side under the table to bother you when you’re distracted, frequently looks at you even if someone else is talking. 

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Eren really likes lazy sex, and it’s arguably one of his favorites; and for someone who’s not a morning person, he sure does like morning sex. He does this thing where he wakes up at like eight in the morning, starts feeling up on you, and eventually very lazily fucks you before you even have the chance to say good morning, then crashes and sleeps for another two hours. Sometimes he doesn’t pull out. 

Always gets hard when you do try on hauls of the new clothes you’ve bought; whether it be via FaceTime or in person. You could be showing him your new sweatpants, and he’ll still find it sexy. 

Can and will find time to grope you whenever possible. Getting water from the kitchen means you’re getting your ass smacked while you open the fridge. Putting on your shoes also means you’re getting your ass smacked when you bend over. Standing around debating on what to wear for the day means he’s coming up behind you to put his hands on your boobs. Doing your skincare routine in the bathroom means he’s got his hands on your hips squeezing at your skin. 

Likes being bitten. Will tell you to bite him; he’ll lean down while he’s fucking you, smile wickedly when you grab and claw at his back, and you’re gasping against his shoulder, “Wanna hurt me? Go ahead, baby, do your worst.” 

He loves making out with you, even if it doesn’t lead to sex; actually, sometimes, he prefers it that way. You make his head spin just by kissing him, and there’s a special kind of bliss of just rutting against each other without fucking that he loves. 

Lovesssss taking mirror selfie’s with you on his lap and your back to the mirror, especially right after sex. Your head resting on his shoulder and he just barely murmurs, “Stay right there, don’t move.” Might start a collection of pics like that.

Tugging on his ear acts as encouragement, but somewhat surprisingly, that sole action doesn’t necessarily turn him on; it doesn’t turn him off, and he likes it, but it’s more... soothing? than sexual to him. What you should do instead is put your hand on the back of his neck/touch the hair near his nape. 

He could have done all the work, but will still wrap you in his arms and kiss your head and tell you how good you are, how good you were to him. He really does think you fucked him 9/10 times and takes pride in it too lmaooo

Holds your jaw open with one hand, presses the index and middle fingers of his other hand against your tongue, and watches your spit pool around him. He exhales slowly at the sight, moving his fingers around to coat them evenly before pulling them out of your mouth and separating them; watches a thin line of spit connect them and groans. 

Holds you jaw a lot, actually: when you’re kissing, when you’re blowing him, when he’s on top and fucking you, when he’s fucking you from behind, he’ll pull you up with one hand, use two fingers and turn your head to the side so he can kiss you. 

It’s him that kinda loses it first most of the time; that gets that fucked out, hazy look in his eyes, that makes everything feel like too much so his head drops to your shoulder and he resorts to biting at your neck to further stimulate you. 

Likes sucking on your tongue when you kiss. Falls in love with you all over again on the spot when you do it back to him. 

You could just barely put your hands on him and Eren will groan, mutter about how you’re so sexy and how badly he wants to fuck you. Could just lay back with your chest heaving from kissing him and he’s got hearts in his eyes and his dick is hard.