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gurugirl · 1 year ago

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A Little Naughty | bfd!harry

best friend's dad!harry x reader

Summary: Your parents invite Harry to come with you for Christmas and you feel a little bit naughty after everyone's in bed.

Word Count: 3360

Warning: smut, fluffy fluff, age gap

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You and Harry were dreamily staring at one another as you sipped your hot chocolate in the cute little café across from the park with the huge twinkly Christmas tree. Everyone was wearing jackets and boots and scarves. It wasn’t that cold but it felt like the right season to bundle up anyway.

It seemed like once you told everyone about you and Harry things only became better between you. You were more attached to him than ever and he was always checking on you.

You quit working at the restaurant and began looking for a better job. Which made Harry really happy. It also made him really happy when you told him you had gotten your implant removed. It was sort of a surprise for him. An early Christmas present. Kind of. You didn’t know how well it would actually go over. You’d talked about it but making that step was huge. But he was overjoyed when you told him. So overjoyed that you wound up on your tummy with your pussy being pounded into before he was coming inside of you (only after you’d already come because he was a gentleman of course). Yeah, it went over pretty well you’d say.

“Can’t wait to get you in bed later. Gonna stuff you so full every day,” he whispered and took a sip.

You laughed and looked around the café, “You’ve been stuffing me full since day one, Mr. Styles,” you teased.

You were both out getting last-minute Christmas gifts for your family. Your mom and dad invited you and Harry over for Christmas. And you’d need to stay the night most likely because the festivities usually included spiked punch and wine so you and Harry would stay in your childhood room. You were surprised when your mom also invited Harry. She said she would have felt bad if she didn’t.

Harry was nervous about the whole thing but you two were doing this together and even if things were awkward, well, that was just the price you had to pay.

. . .

You woke up to Harry’s morning wood digging into your thigh. He rocked his hips against you which made you laugh, “Well good morning to you. Like a horny teenager,” you stretched and rolled to face him.

“More like a horny man who’s full of vitality,” he laughed as he spoke.

“You know it’s recommended that you don’t come too often, right? Like to build up a little sperm. Every other day or something like that. And you came in me twice yesterday.”

Harry scrunched his brow, “Are you seriously asking me to wait two days before I get to come? When you’re right here,” he lowered his hand to your bottom and pressed his mouth against yours before continuing his convincing spiel, “So soft and warm. Always so wet and needy too. You don’t want my cock opening up your wet little hole and thrusting into you over and over again until your orgasming? Feels so good, though.”

You moaned. The man always had a way with words, “I mean, you know I love it. I’m not saying that. Just saying that if you really want to knock me up you gotta conserve a little.”

Harry softly swiped his nose into yours, “How about we just fuck like rabbits and see what happens. Plus we gotta go without it tonight and most of the day tomorrow since we’ll be at your parents. We’ll conserve then. But right now,” Harry pulled you in, lifting your thigh over his hip so you could feel his hard dick against your pussy, “I want to make love to my sweet girl.”

He licked at the crease of your mouth and you opened up right away, kissing him back and slipping your hands into the hair at the back of his head. You both rocked against each other as you kissed lazily until you grew wetter and wetter.

Harry gripped your thigh and angled himself to press into you, the yummy pinch of his thick head poking through your entrance had you groaning.

“See?” He rocked into you and pulled back, “Gotta take good care of you, baby.”

You nodded and let Harry take control. You couldn’t move much in the position you were in on your side, but Harry was able to drive himself inside of you as he rolled his hips over and over again.

“You want me to take care of you?”

“Yes, Harry. You’re so good at taking care of me,” you moaned your words against his mouth.

“Every day baby. Gonna have you on my cock every day like this til I put a baby in you. And when you’re all big and swollen with my baby growing inside you I’m gonna take care of you then too. Fuck you soft and slow and make you feel so good. Show you how much I love you. How much I need you.”

You loved how Harry’s big dick slid through you in long, deep strokes. How tight he held you against him. The strength in the way he handled you and yet with such gentleness that made you trust him so completely.

“Jesus, Harry…” you mewled before scraping your nails along the back of his neck.

His hips began to snap into you, the perfect drag of his cock against your g-spot had you panting and the bed shifting under your bodies.

“You make my cock feel so good baby. So creamy and tight,” he pulled back and you could hear just what he meant by how wet you were.

Harry’s soft whine against your lips before he began to move his lips around yours made you melt. You loved when your big, strong man whined and whimpered. You did that to him and you’d never get tired of it. He always let you know how good everything felt. He had no hang-ups about being vulnerable with you.

“Fuck, it’s so deep,” you moaned and nipped at Harry’s lip, making him inhale sharply. But that only egged him on. He rolled you onto your back and began to pound into you, long and heavy strokes making your tummy boil.

Harry’s hips were striking against you with each plunge inward, wet and achy with the smallest hint of pain that only made you grow wetter around him, your arousal slipping down your ass.

“Oh, ahhh!!” Harry deeply panted as he buried himself into you repeatedly.

You clawed at his back and felt the way his muscles flexed and bulged under your fingers. He was putting his all into fucking you.

The unwinding of your inevitable orgasm crashed over your limbs in a hot burst and the moment Harry felt your wet pussy clamping down on him he drove into you deeply with only a few more thrusts before he began to come inside of you, pressing deep into your guts with a heavy groan.

The throbbing of his orgasming cock had you smiling as you moaned. It was the best feeling knowing he had his release because of you.

Harry’s soft moans slowed and you laughed when he crumbled onto your chest.

You let him lie there for a bit as you both savored the moment of the soft bliss after coming together.

“I guess I should get up.” He spoke against your neck.

You nodded and laughed, “Well I do have to shower after that. And I need coffee.”

. . .

You appreciated how strong Harry was. He was in the middle of an ugly divorce (though it was moving along faster than you anticipated) and you knew he was stressed but he never made you feel bad. He always made you smile and laugh. But you could see him in moments he didn’t think you were watching.

Like after you’d seen him text Merry Christmas to Fae, there was a small smile on his face as he put his phone away. Something that seemed hopeful. But then he kept checking to see if she would respond. When you watched his face fall after he checked his phone again right before you were about to leave to head to your parents your heart dropped.

You didn’t say anything to him about what you’d noticed. Didn’t want to have him feel like he needed to explain himself. It was a delicate situation.

You were just happy your mom invited him to come with you because you didn’t want to leave him alone on Christmas. His first without Fae since she was born.

When he felt your arms wrap around him and felt you press yourself into his back he loosened a bit. It was hard enough to know that his daughter hated him, but now he was about to face your parents, whom he hadn’t seen in a couple of years. And he was the same age as they were (well, a couple of years younger but still).

“You sure this is okay?” He asked you as he placed his hands over your arms so you wouldn’t let go.

“Yes. I didn’t ask them to invite you. They wanted to.”

“Just a little nervous about this,” Harry laughed lightly and turned himself in your arms to scoop you up and squeeze you tight to his chest, making your legs dangle in the air.

When he gently put your feet back onto the floor you kept your hand on his arm to keep his attention, “If things get weird at all we can leave. They won’t, but I just want you to know I’m not going to force you to stay there if anything makes you uncomfortable.”

Harry cupped your face, “Uncomfortable I can deal with. I’ll be fine.”

. . .

“He’s so hot. No wonder,” your cousin whispered to you as you were in the kitchen setting everything for dinner.

You kept your eyes on the table as you set a plate at the center of the placemat, “He’s attractive, yes. But I love him so it’s more than just about that.”

She snorted and took a sip of her wine, “I guess. I mean he chose you over his own dau–“

You whipped yourself around to glare at her, “Don’t do that. You have no idea how hard this has been.”

You knew some of your family would have their opinions but you didn’t expect anyone to say anything out loud. Though your cousin tended to speak before thinking, she dropped it after that.

And luckily that was the worst of it. Your mother and father greeted you and Harry with open arms and big smiles when you arrived. Harry had brought two very nice bottles of wine and a Christmassy bouquet of flowers, which you told him wasn’t necessary but he insisted.

Your aunt and uncle and cousin had never met him before but the age gap was evident and they knew a little about what was going on. But no one made a fuss about anything.

Harry stayed glued to your side for the better part of the evening. At the dinner table, he sat next to you. When his hands weren’t occupied with a glass or a utensil he had his hand on your thigh.

Your mom bought a gift for Harry and wrapped it so that when it was time to open gifts, he was included in the moment. You and Harry sat on the floor and your cousin was on the other side of the Christmas tree as your dad handed everyone a gift.

“For you, Harry,” he smiled as he handed your boyfriend the wrapped present with a little red bow on top.

“Thank you. This is so nice,” he looked from your dad to your mom and then down at you.

You’d gotten a pair of nice wool socks and a new book, and for Harry, they got him a pair of matching wool socks and a beanie cap.

By the time everyone was done eating and opening gifts things felt warmer and looser. You figured it was thanks to your mom’s punch. Which was generously being refilled when she brought the pitcher out to top up everyone’s glasses.

You were leaned against Harry’s side, his arm around your low back as you both sat on the floor chatting with everyone. You could feel how warm Harry was and when his hand sneakily slid up the back of your sweater, just the tiniest bit, you looked at him and smiled softly. He had his own lips pulled into his mouth and in some moment of insanity or maybe it was the punch he plopped a quick kiss on your lips.

“Oh, you two are so cute!” Your aunt trilled and everyone’s eyes were on you.

“They are. I’ve noticed how sweet they’ve been all night. Better get the earplugs out for bedtime,” your cousin laughed as she looked at your dad and mom.

“Oh my god, stop,” you laughed and put your hands over your face and you could feel Harry as he laughed next to you.

Your aunt and uncle slept in the spare guest room, your cousin on the couch, and you and Harry in your old room. Your bed was small but you were looking forward to getting to lay close to him and talk to him away from the prying ears of everyone.

“Cute,” Harry said as he looked at the decorations you had in your room. “I’m guessing your parents haven’t changed anything.”

You shook your head, “No. Mom said it would always be here for whenever I wanted to come and live with them again,” you laughed. “I think she was in denial when I first moved out.”

“Understandable,” he nodded, a solemn look on his face as he sat down on your bed.

You recognized the sudden mood change and sat next to him, taking his hand, “I love you, Harry. I’m so glad we could spend Christmas together. Are you okay?” You reached across to cup his cheek.

He sighed and nodded, “I love you too. I’m happy with you, Y/n. So happy we are together right now. But I do miss Fae. This brings back lots of memories of her room. Even the photo of you two over there. I took that one if I recall correctly.”

You looked toward the framed photo of you and Fae side hugging and wearing matching overalls with goofy grins.

“I think you did, actually.” You leaned your head onto his shoulder and he kissed your forehead.

When you’d both gotten settled in the bed Harry had pulled you onto his chest and slowly dragged his hand up and down your back as he spoke in a quiet whisper, “This was fun. I’m so happy your parents invited me. Feels a little awkward but I guess that’s just part of the deal isn’t it?”

You could hear the smile in his voice as you lifted your head and put your chin over his pec to look at him in the dark, “Guess so.”

You smoothed your hand down his bare chest and to the band of his joggers before he quickly shifted, “What are you doing?”

“Just trying to make things feel better. Make you forget all about sad stuff,” you crept your fingers under the elastic of his pants but Harry stopped you, putting his hand over yours.

“Don’t. We can’t do anything in your parent's house. And besides, what about conserving? Hmm?”

You softly laughed and kissed his nipple, moving yourself to peck across his sternum to the other side of his chest, “We can do whatever we want if we’re quiet. And I have a feeling you don’t need to conserve. I bet you’re super fertile.”

Harry's chest vibrated with a groan, “Bad idea.” He grabbed your face and lifted it so you’d stop kissing his chest.

“Good idea,” you teased back in a whisper. “You don’t want to play around a little? I know we can be so quiet.” Your words were smushed with the way Harry’s hand held your jaw to keep you still.

“I don’t want there to be any possibility of them hearing or thinking anything is going on.”

Harry softly let go of your face and you lowered your hand that was in his sweatpants the slightest, “Please? Mr. Styles, I’ll be so quiet. Let me just lick you a little and pump your cock so you can come. I’ll take all the mess down my throat so we won’t even need to clean up or anything. Please?”

When your hand found his cock he was already plumping up to your delight.

“Fuck, Y/n. I already said this is a bad idea.” He was already giving in.

You palmed over him and adjusted his length so he was pointed upward in his pants, “You’re already getting hard. It’ll be so fast and you’ll sleep like a baby after. Right?”

Harry puffed out a laugh through his nose and gulped down his saliva. He knew he’d come fast if he didn’t have to worry about you getting off too. And it would eliminate any mess if you wrapped your soft lips around his tip as he began to come.

You hesitantly began to stroke him as you lowered your mouth back down to his chest, to lick and kiss again. The deep tremor from his torso let you know that he was a go as you dotted kisses all over his strong chest.

When he began to rock his hips upward in your hand you took that as your cue. You sat up and pulled his pants down to let his big cock out and you licked along his shaft, softly wetting him so you could pump his length properly.

The only sounds Harry made were the smallest grunts and soft pants as you kissed along his hips and continued to stroke him in your hand, down to the base against the thatch of dark hair and upward to his swollen head, already leaking precome. Every now and then you wrapped your lips around his tip and suckled, digging your tongue into his slit and leaving behind a healthy amount of saliva to keep him nice and wet.

Harry felt his balls tighten and he put his hand to the back of your head, “Bout to come, baby…” he whispered in a panic as you were pressed down over the head of his cock.

You kept your hand at his shaft, sliding up and down as you sucked and swiped your tongue all around his tip and the underside of his frenulum when you felt his cock tighten and then throb as he pumped his orgasm down your throat silently.

You swallowed and gulped as you lowered your hand to his balls and gently squeezed, which drew an unintentional moan from his lips but he stopped himself before he got too loud.

With his balls drained and his come in your tummy you licked up from his base to his tip and he laughed quietly, pulling you up to his mouth.

You both smiled into the soft kiss.

Harry moved a hand down to your bottom and pinched you over the fabric of your night pants. Laughing into his mouth he tsk’d at you, “That was naughty. Santa isn’t going to give you your presents this year.”

You sighed and laid your head over his chest, “Don’t need anything from Santa anyway. You’re all I want. And you were practically silent the whole time. No one would ever know what I just did to you.”

Harry breathed out a laugh and draped his arm over your back. You could feel his heart pounding, slowly the cadence got lazy as he caught his breath and calmed.

“I’m so wet,” you smiled as you whispered.

Harry hummed, “Well you’ll just have to deal with it. Because you can’t keep quiet and there’s no way your parents wouldn’t know something was up.”

You didn’t mind in all truth. You only wanted to make Harry come anyway, “Don’t worry, Harry. I got exactly what I wanted anyway.”

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clunelover · 21 days ago

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Watching The Americans, one thing I keep thinking about - I really relate to this feeling of "omg I’m raising my kids in such luxury compared to how I grew up, and they have no idea how spoiled they are."

And this is with us trying consciously to not spoil them! But just…idk it seems like kids have so much more stuff now. My kids have SO many stuffed animals and toys, and while I definitely remember my mom being annoyed specifically at my large stuffed animal collection, there’s no way I had this much stuff! But we only really get them stuff for their birthdays and Christmas, we’re not out here like buying random toys just because! And we stick pretty closely to the "four Christmas presents from mom and dad to each kid - something you want, something you need, something to wear, something to read." Although we’ve slipped a little, like getting more than one something to wear or read because like, shouldn’t we be able to get them LOTS of books? But this year we’re going back to full on, just four items for each of them - but I’m saying, even when we’ve fudged it a bit, we didn’t get them more than one TOY or "want" item…so where does it all come from?

Idk maybe I’m misremembering how much stuff I really had…also my kids are closer in age than I was with my sisters, so we had relatively little overlap of time when we both wanted stuffed animals or whatever. And they have more aunts/uncle/grandparents in their lives consistently getting them gifts. When I was growing up, my mom was mostly estranged from her family and they didn’t send us stuff, and then on my dad’s side there were so many damn grandkids you could count on one SMALL present from grandma and grandpa (is that right? That still would have been quite a lot of presents even if they were small…but in any case I remember that being pretty strictly regulated lol).

It’s just weird…when I was little, my mom was on welfare, and I definitely remember knowing we didn’t have much compared to other people. But then she married my stepdad and became a realtor, and between both their jobs we had a solidly middle class lifestyle for a while…but then it moved on to real boom and bust when they split up, like she at one point had a big house in the nicest neighborhood in town, plus a little cottage up north, but then they both got foreclosed on. She declared bankruptcy twice, once when I was in 5th grade and once when I was early 20s. That level of up and down. And I always knew WAY too much about her financial situation as a kid, and a lot of her out-loud fantasizing included "when we’re rich"…so there was just an icky level of focus on money (but I’m saying this as someone who is now upper middle class and always has enough money, so it’s comparably easy for me to NOT focus on it).

And then my dad and stepmom also had an unusual setup, where my dad did work until I was in maybe middle school, but then he became too disabled, and they lived on his disability plus whatever money from my wealthy step-grandparents (although my stepmom claims that while they did give generous gifts, like if it was time to get a new car her parents would just buy it for them as a gift, they didn’t give any regular $ to cover day to day expenses…who knows whether that’s really true). In any case, my stepmom almost never had a job, since my sister was born when I was 11 - she was a stay at home mom to my sister, and then she didn’t get a job when my dad stopped working, because my sister was still little, and then even as sister got older my dad needed a lot of care (…but if she didn’t have the safety net of her parents, she would have had to get a job, and they all would have survived!) The point is, from the time I was in like…7th grade? Neither of them had a job at all!

So it’s like I don’t quite have a model for "living modestly and teaching one’s children the ‘value of a dollar’ without getting them all freaked out or overly focused on money."

One thing I intend to get into once my foot is healed and I can move about, is volunteering as a family. We have some friends who do that every week and I think it’s a great idea to try to have the kids focused a little on things other than what they want to acquire.

#and yes we read the opposite of spoiled #we have had trouble hewing to the principles he sets out #even though I agree with them #getting into all the reasons we’ve failed on that is another post

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elahna-elahna · 7 months ago

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(this is my personal fanfic about my own MC and love Interest)

- Chapter 1 -

Isabella

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"Isabella!'' all three of my brothers called out. We were currently playing hide and seek. And I was winning, they had been looking for me for hours. I was a master at Hide and Seek; they never found me. The trick to Hide and Seek is to move around, hiding in places they had already looked. After waiting ages, I got bored so I decided to come out. As I’m walking out of the pantry all 3 of my brothers suddenly pop out from around the corner scaring all of us. *beep *beep *beep, the sound of my alarm clock waking me up from my dream. "ISABELLA ROSA MARTINO, WAKE UP NOW" my oldest brother Pierce yells at me from across the hall.

I was going to be late again. I'm the youngest of three siblings, me and my brothers are only a few years apart. Pierce is the “oldest” by like 10 seconds compared to his twin brother Nico. Me and my last brother Kia are identical twins but he’s still 5 seconds older. I heard the sound of a car beep, it was my friend Callies car that she got for the new school year. It's the first week back of school and I'm already going to be late two days in a row. I really need to set a backup alarm so I’m not late all the time. I hurry up, get changed, brush my teeth, and run downstairs and out of the house. While passing by my 3 brothers. I hop into Callie's new car and we start driving. I am so jealous of her because she's 16 and I'm still only 15 meaning she can legally drive. Callie is only one year older than me because she was held back in 1st grade. My birthday is in august, so I have to wait a while for my next one. But at least it's in the summer, and who doesn't love summer birthdays.

While she is driving I take a peek at my phone to see texts from my dad. I open them and there's a ton of him yelling that I better not be late for school again. If you have an Asian dad you would understand. My dad is super strict about school and my grades. If I came home with anything below an A plus he would kill me.

My 3 brothers are super overprotective and won't let me do anything. On the first day of high school, some boys tried to talk to me. My 3 brothers told all the boys to leave me alone or they would beat them up. And trust me my brothers never lost a fight. They are always treating me like a baby. They would not let me out of their sight, and I could never go out to any sleepovers or parties. I just got used to it after a while. I just stayed in my room cuddling my stuffed animal in my bed. My mom are the closest in my family. Now enough with the chit-chat about my life let's talk about the present.

School is always boring, with the same people, same teachers, and even more homework. After school I had practice and I didn't want to sit there for hours so I decided to walk home. I mainly walked home because it was a pretty long walk and I wanted to listen to my new playlist that I made the night before. I was not really paying attention and I wound up walking down this alley. As I was about to turn back around and find another route to my house. Three guys who looked like seniors walked toward me. They corner me and now all three of them are around me in a small circle. “Where are you going, sweets?” the biggest guy says. “Get away from me perv!” I say pushing him. He looks at his friends and starts laughing.

“Baby girls are a little aggressive,” he says, pushing me against a wall. His other two friends hold my arms and he slaps me. The slap hurt bad and I could tell that was gonna leave a mark. The man held up his hand to smack me again but then someone grabbed his wrist. “Don’t touch her” the voice boomed. The mystery guy pulled the guy's head with his other hand and slammed it into the concrete. The other two guys quickly run away and the mystery guy stands right in front of me. He grabs both my shoulders making me flinch a little, “Hi I’m Vannie, are you okay?” he says with worry in his eyes looking for any other scratches. “Yeah, I’m ok thanks, and I’m Isabella!” I replied hesitantly. He puts one hand on the cheek that got slapped and rubs it softly.

“Let me drive you home Princess,” he asks politely, I nod hesitantly since he was a stranger after all. He grabs my hand and leads me to his car. The inside of his car smelled like lavender, it wasn't a strong smell but a light and soft smell. He started up the car and then turned to me, “Where do you live?” he asked. “212 Westfield Avenue”, I answered, making him nod and start to drive. After about 10 minutes we arrived at my house. “Thanks for the ride, Vannie, and thank you for saving me,” I say, turning to face him. “Do you always walk home?”, he says, stopping me from leaving. “Um, sometimes it really depends on when my brothers have football practice”, I responded. “Give me your number, and I’ll drive you to and from school,” He says quickly. “You don’t have”, he cut me off by grabbing my phone from my lap and inputting his number in it. “Don’t be afraid to call or text me”, He says.

I nod, open the car door, and walk out. As soon as I walk through the front door I see all three of my brothers standing right in front of me. “ISABELLA WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?” Pierce yells. “A friend gave me a ride, and we stopped to get something to eat. '' I lied. The reason I lied was because, If my brother found out what happened and that a boy was picking me up every day they would freak out. “Ok, next time Isa tell us before you go ok?” Kia was the only one out of the three that didn't look mad. “Ok, I’m sorry I’ll text you next time, love you guys good night,” I say walking upstairs and into my room.

I walked to my bed, bent down, and grabbed a book from underneath the mattress. I flopped on my bed and opened the book to the page I was on. I started reading and fading into the book. I like reading romantic books even though I have never liked someone like that. I have always wanted to be in a lovey-dovey relationship. But my brothers would never let me date or barely talk to a boy. I read stories, imagining the bittersweet love they have in the book. And I long for that feeling, that connection that brings a couple together like that. To experience that kind of love that even if they don’t love you, you would love them even harder.

What If I never meet someone who will fulfill my dreams of love. So great that it might not happen. So for now that feeling remains in my dreams, hoping one day I will have just enough strength to open my heart to love. Will I ever meet someone that will love me for who I am? Love me for my smartness and my kindness and not for my body. I take the time to gain insight into each relationship and love story. And waiting until it's finally my turn. I pay attention to the advice the author gives me throughout the story. Hoping one day my love story will be a book too. And gaining a bigger understanding of what a healthy relationship looks like.

But to never feel that kind of love is unbearable. After reading a little part of my book, I slowly fell asleep. I wake up abruptly to my brothers banging on my bedroom door. My first brother yells,” DO YOU HAVE A BOY IN THERE?”. I scream, “No”, ” Then you won’t mind unlocking the door then!”. They do this thing where they “check my room for a boy”, I think they do it just to annoy me. I walk to the door and slowly unlock it. All three of them run in and start looking around. They do this every time I lock the door, but the one place they don’t check is under my bed. So If I were to hide a boy he would be under there. My oldest brother Lucas says, “Clear” and then they leave my room.

Lucas turned back as he was walking and said,” Breakfast is ready”. I wasn’t really mad, I was just annoyed because I had just cleaned my room. I got dressed for school, did my makeup, and then grabbed my backpack. I texted Vannie to come one block away so my brothers wouldn't see. I walked down the stairs about to walk out of the front door, when Nico my brother asked,” Aren't you going to eat breakfast?”. I didn’t answer him and just ran out and down the street to Vanne’s car. “Hey princess”, “Hi” I mutter blushing at the nickname. I've learned that he calls me that out of consciousness and I think it's so cute.

He dropped me off and waited for me to go inside before pulling off. I go to our lockers and see Callie, we are locker buddies. After we hug and go our separate ways to our classes. My first period is Gym, I HATE gym. I went to the gym and found out there were only 2 girls including me. I was pissed but I tried to stay calm and just went into the girl's locker room. I walked in, said hi to the other girl and sat my bag down, and started changing. When I finished changing I started looking for my scrunchie just in case. After I grabbed my scrunchie I walked out into the gym.

As I walked out I saw Vannie. I had no words, I didn't even know he went to this school, and I swear I saw him pull off. The coach waited for everybody else and then told us we would be racing outside. He took us to the track field and he said to line up. Once everybody was lined up. He yelled “Go”, and all of us ran. I started making my way up to the front and ended up winning second place. Vannie won first place of course, and he then turned to me and said, “Good job princess”. I glared at him and we all returned to the gym to grab our bags. The rest of my classes were ok, they were kind of boring, well until lunch. I was waiting in line for my lunch when I looked beside me and Vannie was there.

As I went into my wallet to pay for my lunch. Vannie pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and paid for both of ours. “Thanks Vannie,” I say as I walk away. “No problem princess,” he says. I blush softly walking to the table Callie is at. Callie sees me blushing and makes an oooooh sound. I shake it off and tell her it's nothing. For the rest of lunch, we gossip and then we head back to our lockers. As soon as we get there over the intercom Callie’s name is called, “Callie, Callie to the front office please”. We say bye and she walks away, after I’m done grabbing my stuff I close my locker.

I jumped because a boy with dark curly hair stood right before me. I think his name was Jake. He was hiding behind my locker. He then says, “Hey cutie I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me”. As he winked at me. Then he grabs me by my waist and pulls me closer. I feel very uncomfortable and try to wiggle out. Then I hear in a stern cold voice, “Let her go now”.

As Vannie says to Jake to let me go, Vannie yanks the boy back, closes my locker, and grabs my wrist pulling me away. I stop him and say, “Thanks”. “No problem”, Vannie says walking away. I stand there for a minute to process what just happened. Then I shake it off and walk to my next class. After school I look for Callie but can’t find her anywhere, I pull out my phone and text Callie asking where she is. She texted back saying that she had to go home. I put my phone back in my back pocket and take a deep breath. Thinking about how I would get home because my brothers had already been picked up. And I know Dad will have a fit if I ask him, so I just decide to take the bus.

I walk to the bus stop and sit on the bench. Forty-five minutes passed and still, no bus, and my phone died so I couldn’t text anybody to pick me up. Five minutes later a car pulls up, the window rolls down and I see it's Vannie. “Get in the car princess,” he says, “Fine”, you say as you get in the passenger seat. Even though Vannie doesn't like my brothers he still wanted to walk me inside. When Kai opens the door he loves livid, “WHERE WERE YOU ISABELLA '', “I didn’t have a ride I’m sorry” you say. Kia sighs and pulls me inside glaring at Vannie, I see Vannie’s hand fist up but I don’t say anything.

Once I get inside all my brothers start yelling at me all at the same time. I was annoyed and angry and that for some reason made me start crying. Out of instinct I call Vannie and he answers on the second ring.

Vannie: Hey princess

Isabella: Hey um… can you um..

Vannie: On my way

He leaves the chat and in 5 minutes I hear a banging on my window.

My brothers and dad continued arguing and Vannie pounded on the window lightly to let him in. I had already started crying and I opened the window with tears on my face. Cam took one look at me and ran in locking the door behind him. He hugged me as I sobbed, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto the bed. He held me while I was sobbing uncontrollably, as we cuddled for the rest of the time

♡

In the morning my brothers banged on the door to let them in as usual. We woke up in a panic and I told him to hide under my bed. Once I saw that he was fully under there I opened the door. Turning and signaling for Vannie to stay quiet. My brothers ran In but instead of trashing my stuff, they apologized for yelling at me yesterday.

I forgave them as they slowly walked out glancing into my room. I closed and locked my door and told Vannie all clear. He got out from underneath my bed and smirked at me. He walked closer to me and pulled me close, grabbing my waist with one of his hands. His lips softly graced mine as we almost kissed. I pushed him off of me and he said in a husky tone, “I know we just met but I would like to get to know you”. “I don’t get this”, “you're not supposed to get this, just try it,” he says walking closer to me. “I’m just confused, how can you like me and we just met”. I say in a questioning tone, “To me it feels like I’ve known you my whole life” he says. “But what about my brothers?” I say, “Heck with him, they're not going to stop me from liking you!” He says Passionately.

I blush when he says that, he grabs me by my waist again and kisses me. I feel like I’m in my books. We stop kissing after like five seconds and just end up cuddling, until my brother Pierce knocks on the door reminding me about school. I hurry up and get ready in the bathroom. Then I tell Vannie to get out through the window so my brothers don’t see him. I walked downstairs grabbing breakfast on the way out, which was just bacon. Just in time to meet Callie in her car. I jump in her car as she speeds off on the way to school. As I am at my locker I feel someone tap my back. It is Vannie he asks me, “Hey, want me to walk you to class?” “Sure,” I say, feeling butterflies in my stomach. As he walks me to class I try to tame the butterflies for my own good.

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Phan Cam: Heart to Heart and Hand in Hand

>December 25, Christmas Day...

>Chrono Rabbit in Akihabara.

Alright, everyone, all together...

Happy Holidays!

>My parents and their friends, including Panther’s parents, rented out the entire restaurant for a Christmas party for us Phantom Thieves and some of our other friends.

Thank you, Dad, for this party.

Jonny: You’re welcome. It’s just a shame Adi had his own plans.

Yeah, same for Makoto. They and the rest of the Future Avengers went to a Holiday party up in Attilan. Mom went with ‘em.

It’s not so bad. Me and Pete still came. We wanted to give you our gifts in person.

Skull: (feeling a little happy) Thanks, Harry.

But Makoto did get you a nice gift before he left.

Skull: Yeah, prime seats for an upcoming soccer game. Nothing World Cup since they’re finished, but still a good game.

Okay, enough small talk. It’s present time.

Skull: Whoa, girl. There’s still a few more guests comin’.

Really? I thought those two kids were the last ones to show. (points his thumb at Lavenza and Jose)

I am aware that there are more guests coming. Most of them were invited here by the best friend of the Trickster and one family was invited by girl who makes art with her movements.

I hope they get here soon. I was told they would be in Tokyo because his father’s pen pale lives here.

I still can’t believe you invited that kid and his family over here.

Violet: Please be nice, Dad. It’s Christmas. What do you have against him, anyway? He’s such a nice young man.

Violet’s Father: I still think you’re a little too young to be in a relationship. Don’t get me wrong, I like him. He even comes from a military family. I guess after all this time... I still think of your sister.

Violet: I know, Dad, I miss her, too. But you have to trust me. I can’t stay in the nest forever.

Violet’s Father: I know. Just be careful. I still want to see you as often as I like.

Violet: I know, Dad.

>There was a knock on the door.

Violet: I think that’s them. They said they were close by and would arrive soon.

>With that, Aunt Erica answers the door.

We’re here, everyone!

Hey, the Hausers are in the house!

You don’t have to announce us like that.

Violet: We’re just happy you could make it.

Yeah, I guess.

Don’t tell me you’re still shy, honey. And it looked like you two had so much fun at the Gateway Arch.

Mr. Hauser: (laughing a bit) To be fair, Connie, it was just them at the time.

>Vince was getting a little embarrassed and Violet couldn’t help but smile which made him smile too... which lead to Violet’s father giving him a glare... which earned him a glare from Mr. and Mrs. Hauser... and the sudden sound of someone jumping in after the Hausers.

You’re plus one, I take?

Duke: Yeah, he just happened to be in the neighborhood.

Snake Eyes: ...

Violet: Anyway, I’m so glad you’re all here. Mr. Hauser, is your pen pal joining us, too?

Mr. Hauser: No. He said he wanted to, but he said that he and his brother who he hasn’t seen in a long time have a lot of Christmases to catch up on. But they said they might join us for New Years.

(whispering) He’s probably here to discuss that thing from you were talking about at the school festival.

>There was another knock on the door... Whoever was there was really big.

Skull: That’d be my guests. Let ‘em in.

Fair warnin’, you may wanna brace yourselves.

>Erica answers the door... She gasps a bit, but stands her ground and let’s Skull’s guests in.

Nothing can be more nice than spending Christmas with good friends and family... Even though I’m sometimes bad company.

>Alexander Paine, Skull’s father, and his newly reacquainted gang members, Spydah and Flesh, had arrived... However, Flesh was having trouble fitting through the door.

(laughing) Guess they didn’ thought about you comin’, big boy!

Shut it, Roger!

I’ve got it.

>Panther twirls her finger and the door magically expands enough for Flesh to squeeze through and get inside. Once he did, the door returned to normal.

Panther: I should thank Bloom and Tecna for that interior design spell. Bloom said it really comes in handy when she’s helping Mike and Venessa at their house or the flower store. I even used it to help fix up the apartment every now and again.

Joker: (taking notes in the new dairy with the magic pen) You should teach me that, too. Maybe I can use it to redecorate the attic for me and Yusuke.

May I request extra space to set up my art station? That way, I don’t have to pack up my supplies every night before we go to bed or if we have guest and have to set up the table.

Hey, while you’re at it, why not do the whole café? Maybe fix up the bathroom. Extra points if you add one of those diner stools at the counter or replace the booth seats’ upholstery with Corinthian leather... I’m just joking. Don’t do anything to the café without at least making sure it’s okay with me... But seriously, do you think you can fix up the bathroom?

Oracle: I understand. It looks like it’s seen better days. I think the sinks clogged and the toilet keeps leaking big time.

TMI, Futaba. TMI.

Queen: I can’t believe you invited those three.

Skull: I know. But it’s Christmas and Mom said I should really give him another chance.

Paine: Indeed. Even I have to respect the truce that is this holiday.

????: But just in case, that’s why we came.

>We saw that A.T.O.M. had also arrived.

Paine: Manning, it’s been awhile.

Actually, last week, we stopped you three from trying to stealing a mind-enhancing helmet that you were going to use to spread your pain around.

Paine: ... Fair enough.

Really, old man?

Paine: ... I’m a villain. What do you want from me?

Skull: Yeesh, I’m beginnin’ to think Goro was right about invintin’ Axel and the others.

Crow: Yes. Just in case Paine, Spydah, or Flesh didn’t try anything, we would ask the team who dealt with them more times than anyone could count to keep them in line to ensure this party goes without a hitch.

(sorry, Hawk, but this was the only picture I could find) With me around, every party goes without a hitch.

As long as you don’t go flirting with every pretty girl you meet.

>We couldn’t help but laugh a little at that while Hawk just glared at King.

Skull: Anyway, I’m glad you guys could make it. I’m surprised your families were cool with it.

Thanks to Lioness’s mom, they’re not far.

They’re staying at the Wilton Hotel. We thought a trip to Tokyo for the Fight Before Christmas Tournament, Christmas, and New Years would be the perfect gift for them.

That’s nice of you and your mother, Lioness chan. We should spend New Years with them while we can.

Lioness: I’ll let her know.

Speaking of the Fight Before Christmas, for those of you hadn’t got the results yet, here they are.

Joker: I still can’t believe I didn’t make it.

Queen: But at least you made it out of the First Round.

Joker: That’s true. And congrats on making it to 3rd Place.

Duke: We didn’t get to see the tournament. We know Joe Akamine is the champ, did Yuki finally beat his rival?

Queen: Well... No. In the end Joe remains the champion. But I don’t think Yuki is done. He’ll try again next year, I know it.

Admin: Not unless Soul Taker gets to him before he does.

Spydah: (confused) What’s with the shades, kid? (takes Admin’s sunglasses with one of his “appendages”)

Hey, give those back, they’re mine! Roger kun, I mean it!

Spydah: (getting a little upset about being called his real name) The name’s Spydah!

Lioness: Just do as he says, Spydah.

>Spydah, not wanting to start anything, gives Admin back his sunglasses.

Admin: (putting his shades back on) Thank you.

Peter: (shaking his head) You give arachnids a bad name.

Spydah: Hmph!

Joker: Calm down, we just want this party to go on without any problems.

I’m beginning to regret coming here today. I only came to give my contribution to the party. I bought a many boxes as I could.

Turkish Delight on a(n almost) moonlit knight.

Turkish Delights. I haven’t had any in a long time. Me and my father used to have them every Christmas.

Roderick: Even though I already made so much for the dessert table. Still, it’s a great gift. Thanks, Abul.

Abul: You’re welcome, my friend.

>Another knock comes from the door. Aunt Erica answers it.

I heard there’s a party here.

Fox: I’m so glad you could come.

Flesh: (surprised) Wow! I didn’t know you guys know Taro Kitano.

Taro: I’m Yusuke’s old man... And I’m not alone.

>Suddenly, Snake Eyes unsheathes his sword and runs to the entrance of the restaurant...

KLANG!

>The sound of metal could be heard.

Taro: (grabbing Snake Eyes’s arm) Relax, Silent Pajamas, he’s with me.

>Snake Eyes puts his sword back as Taro’s plus one come in with him.

I come all the way back to Japan to spend the Holidays with relatives and I’m greeted by an Arashikaga ninja.

Axel: And I thought Dragon was like that.

Fox: It’s nice for you to be here, Ojisan.

Goemon: It was not easy, but I am here now.

Joker: If you’re here, does this mean my favorite cousin is close by?

Goemon: (shaking his head) He and Jigen have their own Holiday plans this year... Mostly Jigen chasing him chasing Fujiko. I last saw them in the Sahara Desert.

Joker: Well that’s a shame. Maybe another time.

Paine: (a sadistic look on his face) I agree... And I have a few choice words for him about his father and grandfather.

Axel: (face palms himself) Really?

Goemon: I’m not going to ask for the sake that it is the Holidays.

Jonny: It’s so good to see you two again, Taro, Goemon.

Taro: Yes. And we’ll be family soon.

>Me and Fox smile as we hold hands lovingly.

Skull: (smiling) I can’t wait for when we get married.

(also holding Skull’s hand lovingly) As if we weren’t already from what I’ve heard.

Peter: (also smiling) Don’t we know.

Harry: (also holding Peter’s hand lovingly with a smile) You said it.

>Another knock was on the door and it was answered.

Heard there was a party going on. Thought we drop in.

Oracle: You guys made it!

>Team Core-Tech and Six come inside.

Joker: It’s good to see you guys again.

Same here. It’s been way too long.

I am still pretty new to how these Holiday parties go. I think they may not be the same as the ones we have back home. Even if our worlds are similar.

Really? How did you celebrate it before?

It’s mostly just traveling and trying to stop Eklipse. I think we had fudge once.

You remember the fudge, Bren. The rest of us just exchanged whatever gifts we could find.

Noir: That sound complicated.

Chase: Not really. But it does get a little boring after a while.

Queen: Well, hopefully this will be a nice change of pace.

This will probably be the first actual Christmas I’ve celebrated.

Bren: Am I even going to ask how Dr. Klipse celebrates the Holidays?

Dax: Probably best not to know, mate. Or we might never sleep at night again.

Paine: Do as he says, boy. Don’t ask questions that you’ll regret knowing the answers to.

If that’s everyone... This is everyone, right?

(panicking) Nope, everyone’s here. I’m here. You’re here. We’re all here. No one else is coming. Let’s get this party going.

Is something the matter, Vincent? You’ve been panicky all day.

Joker: Yeah. We haven’t seen you spazz out this much since... Wait, don’t tell me...

Vincent: (sighs) I checked my email this morning... She’s in Tokyo now.

Does she know we’re here?

Vincent: I don’t know. She said she was staying with a “friend” in Ikebukuro. I have no idea who it is, but I have a very bad feeling about this.

Rin: Do you think we should cancel?

Joker: No, I think she wants us to show her she still has power over Uncle Vincent. We’ll continue. But let’s keep our eyes open.

>Then, there was a knock on the door that made the three of us jump a bit.

Boss: (laughing) I don’t know what’s got you three so jumpy. It’s just my guests.

Oracle: You invited someone?

Boss: Pretty much. Let them in.

>With that, Erica answers the door.

Albert: We’re here!

Franz: Sorry, if we’re a little late. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start.

Forgive me. That was an excellent party last night.

Only because you said they had the good stuff.

Lucien: That rose wine was probably the best I’ve had in a long time.

Boss: Glad you could finally be here. Though, you’re a little overdressed.

Valentine: Sorry. It was sort of last minute, we didn’t have time to change into our regular clothes.

Maximilien: All we did was clean up a bit, sprayed perfume and cologne, and got in our cars.

Which we decorated by the way. I mean, I don’t usually celebrate Christmas since I’m Jewish, but I think I did a great job. Look.

>We all look out the front window to see Eugenie's car, Lucien’s car, Maximilien’s motorbike, and Renaud's car were decorated for the Holidays.

Erica: (wondering) A Jew who is good with cars... Kind of like Toby.

Renaud: You miss him, don’t you?

Erica: No one has seen or heard from him since Thanksgiving two years ago. That was when we first met you.

Renaud: ... Don’t worry. I’m sure something came up. You’ll see him again soon.

Erica: ... I hope you’re right.

Anyway, shall we get started?

Boss: Now we know we’re all here.. Let’s begin.

Sophie: First off: The Secret Santas. Those who have a number, please form a circle in the middle of the room.

Not all of us, I’m afraid.

>We all look to the corner of the restaurant... that was blocked off by dividers... but the silhouette of a man is clearly visible.

I’m sure they’ll reveal themselves when it’s time for them to give their gift.

Anyway, let’s get to it.

>A circle of chairs is set. Me, Fox, Skull, Crow, Panther, Mona, Queen, Noir, Oracle, Violet, Wolf, Rook, Queen’s Sister, Lavenza, Jose, Wolf’s Daughter, and Rook’s Friend set in them. Our mystery guest remained in his place.

>From me to Panther:

>From Fox to Crow:

>From Skull to Rook’s friend:

>Crow to Fox:

>Panther to Lavenza:

>From Mona to Rook:

>From Queen to Wolf:

>From Noir to Violet:

>From Oracle to Joker:

>From Violet to Jose:

>From Sophie to Skull:

>From Wolf to our Mystery Guest:

>From Rook to Queen’s Sis:

>From Boss to Oracle:

>From Sis to Queen:

>From Admin to Noir:

>From Lavenza to Mona:

>From Jose to Admin:

>From Wolf’s Daughter to Panther’s Friend:

>From Rook’s Friend to Boss: A gift card.

>From Panther’s Friend to Sophie: A music playlist.

Panther’s Friend: I wasn’t sure what to get a computer for Christmas. This is the best I could come up with.

Sophie: I live it, Shiho san, thank you. Is this the newest song by Kanamin Kitchen?

Panther’s Friend: (happy) It sure is. I think I also have songs from Next HarMEOWny.

>Sophie and Panther’s Friend seem happy with this.

Wolf’s Daughter: I’m the last one to get a gift. I wonder what I got from our mystery guest.

?????: I’m sure you’ll like it. Check your phone.

>Wolf’s Daughter checks her phone... WHAT!?

Hello, Akane Hasigawa, I am EMMA 2.0.

>Seeing this, we now know who our mysterious guest was. Then, he steps out of his hiding place.

Does this seem like a nightmare to you? A bad dream? ... I was actually trying to make an exciting entrance.

How humiliating. I should have seen this coming.

Same here.

Akira Konoe: (making a the peace sign) Relax, you lot, it’s Christmas. I come in peace... By the way, thanks, Zenkichi, for the pin.

Wolf: (suspicious) How are you even out of prison? I thought you got life for framing the Phantom Thieves and for killing your father.

Akira Konoe: Meh, plot convenience. You guys needed to have an even number for the Secrets Santas.

Admin: He could have just chosen another Confidant to do so.

Akira Konoe: Whatever may be will be.

Sophie: I can’t believe you did it again.

Akira Konoe: Relax. This EMMA doesn’t have all the bells and whistles that the old version had... And I do mean all of them.

For your sake, it better not.

Jonny: (laughing a bit) Walked right into that one.

King: Want to to throw ‘em out?

Queen: No. I know it’ll be hard, but it’s Christmas. A day to put aside our differences.

Paine: But if he does... Flesh?

>Flesh makes a twisted grin as he flexes his muscles... Konoe doesn’t flinch.

Paine: But enough about that. I believe the rest of us have our gifts to give out. This is for you, son.

This is... somethin’. I’ve worn fancy clothes before, but this is too fancy.

Paine: I just thought it was time for you to wear the family colors (black and red) out side of your old school’s uniform.

Skull: (still a bit unsure) I know. But still...

Paine: I won’t force you... But you should remember what your mother told you.

>Skull is still unsure about this fancy suit. Axel notices.

Axel: Anyway, I think we have something that might cheer you up. We had Garret make you guys something that might come in use someday.

>A.T.O.M. gives us our very own mission suits, the same kind they wear on their own missions. Aside from usual orange paddings, they also have our signature colors:

Joker: Black and red

Fox: Blue and white

Skull: Yellow and black

Crow: White and red

Panther: Red and magenta

Mona: Black and yellow with a bit of white

Queen: Grey and blue

Noir: Lavender and white with a bit of black

Oracle: Green and black

Violet: Pink and black

Rook: White and yellow

Wolf: Grey and white

>A.T.O.M. Mission Suit Set has been unlocked.

Garrett’s really outdone himself.

Axel: They have communicators in the patch and they go into night opts. Something to help you with your... side job.

>That will be further explained.

Peter: Now for the next one. This is something me and Harry worked on. It’s upgrades to the suits we gave you. Akechi, your Superior Spider-Man Suit can now camouflage just like Spy-D and my Steal Suit.

Harry: Ryuji, your Goblin Suit can also make you a bit more faster. Especially if you have the Glider. Though, I can’t promise it’ll always help in windy situations.

>Skull and Crow quickly put on their suits to test them out. No doubt, Crow was gone in a matter of seconds and Skull ran around the restaurant in just one.

Sweet! This is effin’ awesome!

(returning to the visible spectrum) Yes. You two have really outdone yourselves. Sorry if we might be taking that from Garrett.

Axel: None taken... But you better apologize to Garrett since he heard you through the suit’s coms.

Peter: Speaking of which, your masks now also have communicators.

Thanks, Pete, Harry. These are really cool suits

We really appreciate this.

Skull: Oh yeah, Yusuke, this gift is from Kei.

>Skull gives Fox a pass to visit an art workshop.

A chance to work alongside Rekesh? This is extremely rare to come by.

NOTE: For those of you who don’t know, Rekesh is the artist from the popular game app, Roommates.

Skull: Kei knows that he’s one of the artists you admire, so he thought about getting you a chance to see him.

I should thank him the next time I see him.

Taro: If you like that, you should see what I got you.

Are you serious? If you’re thinking of having me join the Scorchers, there may be a couple of problems with that.

Taro: How so?

Fox: First of all, I’m the opposite element. The Scorchers are Fire, but I am Ice. And second, I’m not the best behind the wheel.

Jonny: (a bit disappointed) Really? That’s a shame. And I just picked out the perfect car for you for your birthday next month.

Fox: (again surprised) You got me a car?

Jonny: Yusuke, you’re about to become my son-in-law. The least you can do is let me get you something nice.

Goemon: He’s right. I’m not usually good at driving either, but you should give it a try.

Fox: ... I suppose.

Oracle: (looking a bit grim) I still remember what happened in Mementos.

Taro: If driving is the problem, I can teach you. You don’t have to join the Scorchers if you don’t want to.

Geomon: Now, here is my girft.

>Goemon gave his gift to his nephew. It was a copy of their ancestor’s farewell poem.

Even as all grains of sand wash away,

Thieves shall remain evermore.

Even if they are his last words, they are ever beautiful.

Geomon: Yes, they are. If I ever find myself in such a situation, I would probably write something similar.

Taro: Same here. Though hopefully not too soon.

Duke: (being pushy) Go on, Little Bro, give it to her.

Vince: Okay, okay. Sumire, these are for you.

They’re so lovely! Thank you, Vincent san.

>Violet gives Vince a big hug and kiss on the cheek. Vince was a little surprised, but happy... But Violet’s father make the “I’ve got my eyes on you” gesture... with Mr. Hauser making the same gesture to Violet’s father.

Violet: Now I have something for you.

Vince: Oh... Thank you.

Duke: I’m not sure why you’re against my little brother, Mr. Yoshizawa. He’s a good kid. He’s even a Green Barrett by now. A member of the United States Army Special Forces.

Violet’s Father: I don’t know. I guess after what happened to my other daughter, I’m just a little cautious.

Mrs. Houser: Sumire told us about that. We’re sorry about what happened to Kasumi. I promise that Sumire will be fine with Vince.

Violet’s Father: Well, seeing how I’m hearing this from his mother, I guess I can believe it... (whisper) For now.

Dax: Now I think it’s my turn. Here you go, My Princess Futaba. A Happy Christmas to you.

>Dax gave Oracle matching beanies.

It’s a great gift. Thank you, Dax. (gives Dax a small peck on the cheek)

Dax: (happy) Thanks.

Oracle: Don’t thank me yet. Now here’s what I’ve got for you.

Dax: (surprised) I did not know a restaurant that sell fried chicken does something like this.

Oracle: You’d be surprised by what you discover online.

Skull: If the couples are giving their gifts to each other, we better start. Here you go, Goro, the best unofficial husband I have.

>Skull plays the guitar as he sings.

Shining black bird in your nest Hear my heart from on your tree Please come down to my arms and rest Open your wings and fly free to me

Upon my heart, you dream and dream I ask that I be your hero Don't be fooled by what I seem With you, my one, I am no zero

Fly, fly, little crow, my heart is with you To the sky sky so blue Love that soars is always true Fly, fly, little crow, my heart is with you To the sky sky so blue Our bond will never fall for this is what we do

Such a wonderful gift, Ryu.

Skull: The guitar’s also yours.

Crow: Two gifts in one. I love it just as much I you. Now, here’s what I have for you.

This is totally the best gift ever from you. I love you, Goro.

And I love you, Ryu.

(Image was found online.)

Noir: (smiling) We should exchange our gifts, too, Mako chan.

Queen: Yes. It’s about time our ship has more recognition. This is for you, Haru. I chose this with a lot of thought and feeling.

Thank you, Mako chan. I hope you’ll love my gift for you.

It’s as lovely as you, Haru.

(Image found online. Queen and Noir said it’s about time.)

Joker: I guess we’re the last to go. Yusuke, this is for you.

Another beautiful gift from you, Ren. Now here is mine.

(Image found online.)

It’s also beautiful as you. Thank you, Yusuke. I love you.

And I, you, Ren.

>Me and Fox get closer together in a loving embrace... Our faces get closer... And then...

WOOSH~!

>The door blows open as if an ominous storm was coming in... But it was something worse... Someone comes in...

NO! NOT HER!

Is that all you have to say to me after all these years? (trying to be cute and flirty) You’re so mean.

And this coming from a woman (if I can call you that) who lead so many men to their doom.

Catherine: (trying to be cute) Don’t exaggerate... It was just a few guys over the past six centuries.

Rin: How did you even find us?

>As if to answer the question, someone else comes in through the door.

Oh my, I didn’t know it was a party. If I had known, I would have worn my good jacket. And here I’m suppose to be the one who knows many things.

Albert: (not surprised) At figures.

Catherine: I was actually quite unhappy that I wasn’t invited.

You’re not welcome here.

Catherine: (pretending to be in an awkward situation) Really? Oh my, what an awkward situation. And here I thought you would love to see an old friend come to visit. Especially you, Vincent. We used to have so much fun together. Well in that case, I’ll be on my way.

Rin: Then, you’re not offended?

>Catherine then makes an almost sinister grin.

Catherine: Of course not. After all, it’s Christmas. A time of peace and forgiveness. And to show you I have no ill-will... I, too, will give you a gift.

>We all were shocked. We knew her ‘gifts’ can mean only one thing... Trouble.

Catherine: Oh, but seeing as it is Sunday, I only have enough for to give only one of you a gift. Let’s see. How about... the one who’s shown to hate me the most.

>Her demonic eyes fall upon... me. I try to have a go at her to stop her, but Izaya grabs me from behind and holds me at knifepoint. My friends try to save me, but Catherine creates a ring of hellfire to keep them away.

Catherine: Let’s see. What would be perfect for you? What makes you tick?

>Catherine examines me for a moment until... she spotted my engagement pendent. She then looks to my friends and sees Fox’s.

Catherine: (with a sinister grin) Oh, I see... Listen well, all of you! ... The marriage of the Trickster, Ren Amamiya, and the champion of his heart, Yusuke Kitagawa, shall indeed be a happy, beautiful, and strong one. Enough to spread love and joy around to all who know them.

Jonny: (trying vainly to calm her) That’s a wonderful gift. So can you-

Catherine: But...

>A dark aura surrounds Catherine in a swirl of demonic energy. It was then that she transforms into her true demon form.

(this is as much as we can show you of her form) Before the sun sets on the first anniversary of their marriage, the Trickster shall meet the one whom he helped in his rebellion and failed! To punish him for it, he shall plunge the Trickster into a deathlike sleep from which he shall never awaken from!

NO!

>Fox, Geomon, and Snake Eyes take out their katanas to save me, but Izaya presses the knife closer to my throat... Vincent comes forth.

Vincent: (begging) Catherine, please. You don’t have to do this. It’s me you want, not him.

Catherine: (snickering) I like you begging. It reminds me of our time together... Do it more.

>Vincent gets down on his knees to beg Catherine to stop.

Catherine: (unsatisfied) Come on now. Get on all fours like the sheep you are. The sheep you always were and always will be.

>Seeing no other choice, Vincent gets down on all fours like an animal. Catherine laughs at how pathetic he looks now.

Catherine: ... The Trickster, Ren Amamiya, can be awakened from this sleep. But only if... he makes it to the top of the Tower.

>Vincent, my father, Orlando, and Erica all gasp in shock... They know what tower she’s talking about.

Catherine: However, there might be another way. Perhaps a trade. Something that, conveniently enough... lies in that cat’s fanny pack.

>Catherine was facing... Mona. He opens his waste pack and tacks something out.

Catherine: I know what that is. I know what it does... And I want it. Think of it as the perfect Christmas present for me.

Mona: (clutching the Holy Grail tightly) And why is that?

Catherine: Think of it as... an ensurance policy. There are a lot who are after me... And not all of them are freindly.

>Mona thought about it... But I shook my head. I knew what would happen if Catherine drank from that cup. Mona knew what I meant.

Mona: As much as I want to help Joker...

But I can’t give you the Holy Grail.

Catherine: ... Well, that is unfortunate.

>The dark aura around Catherine only got more powerful and scary.

Catherine: This curse will last until the end of time! No power in Heaven or on Earth or beneath the Earth can change it!

Albert: (having enough of this) That’s enough!

Izaya: (just smiling) Oh. Is that a threat?

Albert: Nero may not be here to stop you... But I am.

>Albert stretches out his arm and, in a flash...

Maximilien: You are not alone!

Valentine: That’s right!

Skull: Hey, if you’re bringin’ out your Keyblades, so will me!

Crow: And me!

Peter: Don’t forget about us!

Harry: Yes!

Valentine: Deep Freeze!

>Valentine raises her Keyblade, casting the Blizzard Spell that puts out the flames. Maximilien manages to knock Izaya’s knife back with his and allowing me to escape to the arms of Fox and my father. Skull, Crow, Peter, Harry, and Albert hold their Keyblades at Catherine who was slightly unnerved.

Catherine: There is nothing you can do now.

>With that, in a flash of flames, she was gone.

Izaya: I guess I better take a hike, too.

Albert: (in disbelief) Izaya, why? We are connected. Why would help her? She’s a demon.

Izaya: ... I was just bored. It’s not like I have feelings for her. Like I said and will always say: I love people. Not one specifically. I love all people. Now, goodbye for now... Oh, and Merry Christmas.

>With that, Izaya leaves.

When I see the effin’ piece of shit again while I’m in Ikebukuro, he’s gonna get it.

Oracle: You’ll have to wait your turn. That ridiculously strong guy in the bartender suit wants a crack at him the most.

>Lucien takes something out of his pocket.

>With a flick of his pen, Lucien restored the restaurant to what it was before Catherine and Izaya arrived... But it would not fix what was done to me.

Lucien: I’m sorry, Ren. As good as I am at magic, a curse like this might be out of my league.

Katherine: Ann, can’t you do anything? You have magic, too.

Panther: I need to earn my Enchantix to use Fairy Dust, I’m still an apprentice. And even I did, Catherine is a demon and I’m a fairy. That makes her powers stronger than mine since fairies are weak against demons.

Valentine: Maybe I can help. I’m just as good at magic as Lucien is.

Jonny: (hopefully) Then, you can undo this curse?

Valentine: (shaking her head sadly) You heard Catherine, nothing can change it... But maybe I can add to it. The one thing you can count on demons... is that most of them never really understood fairy tales.

>Valentine raises her Keyblade and a magic circle appears around me and Fox.

Sweet Trickster, if through this wicked witch’s trick become the Demon’s vengeful pick, a ray of hope there still maybe in this, the gift I gave to thee. Not in death, but just in sleep this fateful prophecy you’ll keep. And from this slumber you shall wake when true love’s kiss the spell shall break.

🎶For true love conquers all~🎶

Thank you, Valentine san.

Yes. We will never forget what you have done for us.

Valentine: I can sense the love between you both is true and unbreakable. (Even if this is a fanmade timeline and your love is fanon.) I know because I see it between Albert and Franz. A couple of other friends whose names I’ll leave out for now. (glances... at Lucien and Beauchamp) And... I see it between me and Maximilien.

>She takes Maximilien’s hand which make s him blush... but happy.

Jinja: So what now? Should we call it a night and head home?

Eugenie: Heck no. You haven’t even got the gift we brought.

Renaud: Yeah, don’t leave us out of this exchange.

Beauchamp: Actually, after this, I think we’ll give you two gifts. This first one, which I just thought of (I took pictures of this), I'm going to defame Catherine good. I know it’s unprofessional, especially towards a lady (if I can call her that), but she crossed a line, tonight. Now she has to pay the price.

Sis: I don’t think you should. You’d probably be giving her the satisfaction.

Beauchamp: ... It never hurts to try.

Albert: And now for our second, and official, gift. From me and my friends to all of you.

Albert, Franz, Eugenie, Valentine, Maximilien, Lucien, Beauchamp, and Renaud: Joyeux Noël!

Roderick: (impressed) I have to say, that is impressive.

Renaud: We have a few more like this in Eugenie’s car. Hold on, we’ll get them.

Harry: Are you sure? We all just summoned our Keyblades. Don’t you think we might have invited other unpleasant company.

Albert: They don’t usually show up in highly populated areas in this world. I guess we have the Silver Crystal to thank for that.

>Suddenly, there was a rustling sound outside.

Albert: But just to be sure.

Eugenie: Pretty much.

Franz: I’ll go with you.

Beauchamp: Hold on, I’m coming.

Renaud: And me.

>With that, Albert, Franz, Eugenie, Maximilien, Valentine, Lucien, Beauchamp, and Renaud all go outside to the get rest of the cakes. When they did...

Albert: I guess this is one of those times the Silver Crystal doesn’t always help.

Eugenie: Sailor Moon and the others must be out of town. I guess we’ll have to fill in for them until they get back.

Albert: Right.

Franz: Let’s go.

>With that, they go off to fight the Heartless to get the remaining cakes.

Joker: I hope what Valentine did will work.

Fox: You heard what she said. If you do end up falling into a deep sleep that makes you climb an impossibly tall tower...

I will be there to bring you back.

I know you will.

(Picture was found on Facebook.)

>With that, we continue with our party with not but hope in our hearts.

Trickster, the succubus’s curse to cast you to Asteroth’s Tower is not the end of your story. Me and Jose will do our part to assist you as always.

Until we meet again.

P.S. We apologize that this is being posted very late. (It’s already March.) I have so much to do (mostly physical training) that I hardly have the time to do anything else, including working on the Phansite. Again, we apologize for this late post.

#phantom thieves cam #christmas #Shukita #ryugoro #Okujima

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amayadrawz · 1 year ago

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Info dump about the characters in my story: live for Ara!

Background info:

There are these creatures called Malnaki that suffer this thing where they are always hungry all the time and by hungry I mean painful starvation that never goes away!!

They have a carnivorous diet and eat wildlife and stuff (but they can anything really they just highly prefer meat)

Their hunger never goes away even when they do eat something, regardless of amount. However there is one thing that is the exception that does actually satisfy their hunger and that is human flesh 🧍

Eating humans however only provides very brief relief before an individual is once again consumed by hunger so Malnaki constantly pursue humans as a result.

Anyways on to the story itself:

Ren is a Malnaki individual who at one point earlier in his life grew tired of the endless cycle of hunting humans while never escaping hunger, so he decided to basically quite and stop hunting humans all together!

(Another thing to point out is that while Malnaki are much stronger than humans physically, humans also have stuff like weapons, plus humans are always found in groups so for Malnaki, hunting humans is both hard and dangerous as humans kill then just as often as they kill humans)

Ren decided to move into an isolated wilderness to get away from both humans and other Malnaki to try and get away from the cycle as much as he can, and for several years he lived in total isolation ( just as he wanted)

It was all fine and dandy until one day, while he’s minding his business, he detects the scent of a human AND malnaki nearby and is immediately like “wtf”, so he goes to investigate. When he does he finds a turned over wagon and finds out that a human who had been traveling through the area was attacked by Malnaki and subsequently eaten (very odd because as stated before, neither of those things should be found here)

Just as he’s about to leave and go back to doing whatever, he hears a noise coming from under the wagon and discovers a little baby that had been sleeping and was now waking up. After some back and forth he decides fuck it I’m a dad now (very very simplified version of this story)

And then he named her Ara :)

And to briefly go over the other characters present in this story we have:

Matori, Rens mom who kinda left him when he was small (a normal thing for Malnaki but he kinda hated it) who at one point decides to find him again, but when she finds a rando human hanging around where she believes Ren to be she thinks “free meal” and tried to attack her :( then Ren intervenes and has to explain why she can’t do that and while she thinks he’s crazy, she listens.

Anyways her and Ren have a very very strained relationship (he went about 20 years without seeing her) but it very slowly gets better over the course of the story

Then we have the Stranger (that’s what we’re calling her cuz idk if she’ll ever have a name), she is literally a stranger who one day happened upon Ren and Ara when she was small and also tried to attack her (she have Ara the facial scar), Ren tells her to back off and she listens and goes away… until several years later where she comes back and this time Ren has to throw hands with her and he wins but she did tear out his eyeball and ate it :(

Footage from the event:

Also I turned the Ren V stranger fight into a webtoon episode found here:

Anyways there is more characters cuz spoiler alert: Ara once she is older eventually leaves Ren to live on human society and gets an adopted family there (Ren is still involved don’t worry) but I simply have not managed to even come up with designs for them :(

For now that is all! ✌️

#artists on tumblr #artwork #digital art #digital illustration #drawing #original character #oc #Malnaki #Ren #stranger #Ara #live for Ara #webtoon #lore dump #LFA #amayavocs

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angrilymanaging · 2 years ago

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One of my favorite movies is Pretty Woman. I especially liked the part, where she goes into the store on Rodeo Drive, because Edward instructed her to buy a dress for their dinner that evening. The women there treated her terribly. She left feeling dejected I’m sure, embarrassed and I know her feelings were hurt. Then she gets back to the Hotel, only to encounter Barney, the Hotels manager. He’d judged her,had taken her into an office, and scolded her. When it came to her appearance, I could only believe that those feelings in her rose again, and she snapped. She explained her assignment, and what her experience was, and Barney was able to get on the phone with a woman,who could help her into some proper clothes, he taught her table manners. At the end of the movie, not only was Vivian my favorite character, but also Barney and Edward. They were Gentleman. The first ones I’d met outside of my father.

I guess it is really easy, right because of my disposition, to declare that my father was absent. That seems to be the conclusion drawn. It is really very far from the truth. I had a really good relationship with my dad. I wasn’t born out of wedlock, my father was present until he and my mom split when I was 18. Ironically, that’s when I became the most wayward, who knew that it would take 20 years to understand that, that fcked me up a bit. You wouldn’t think, because technically I was an adult, but after my parents split, that was when I really was trying to get out. My father protected me from my mom. Understanding that he stayed my whole life until it was time for me to be out on my own is very powerful. That’s why I am the way that I am. It’s the relationship with my mom, that was and is volatile, that’s also why I’m like that. I had gone to therapy, a. Couple of times in my life. It isn’t helpful, I don’t think that that is a road I’m going to go down, anymore right, because I have the ability to read and comprehend English. Not to mention I don’t care very much for women, and that seems to be all that’s available, that, and gay men, and to me that’s worse so. Therapy is out. I’d rather keep a journal. I’d rather Blog. It is talk therapy, and I work out most of my problems better talking to myself than I do anyone else anyway. I’d rather stay crazy. Plus, I don’t trust them. Everyone has someone they talk too, even them. Don’t be discusssin my business with anybody.

What I’d gathered though, in my research about homosexuality, was that you are gender differed to the parent you have the problem with. In my case I tend to date, and end up in relationships with women who are like my mother, and when it comes to choosing friendships I’m the same way. Her “grooming” technique, made it so that I would be dependent on her, never really teaching me a lot, judgmental, critical. She knows all of my insecurities, and can easily provoke them, because she is the one who instilled them, my father was always the one to teach me most of what I know about being a woman, and how to handle her pure hatred for me. I give that is why my relationships are very volatile when it comes to other women, and why I generally avoid any type of relationship with them period, because, you are not my mom, I will punch you in the face, and beat you the fck up. Your mom is the first friend as a girl that you have. If you can’t trust her, if she is mean to you, and gossipy about you, talking to her friends and family members about your business, and generally not supportive of you, what kinds of friends do you think that you’re going to have. I used to describe the relationship I have with her as a bad one. Now I’m completely comfortable with the fact that its really just non existent. I always go back and forth like “oh… she’s my mom, I have to try, she’s getting older, I need to be there. But the realization that she is a narcissist, really like everything else lately has been hitting home. I can’t affiliate myself with anyone who can’t respect the simplest of boundaries. The idea of me taking care of me is a fallacy for her. I am the scapegoat child, the black sheep. I’m learning to just be ok with that.

Before I got with my baby dad, I had, had only one boyfriend before that. The relationship was a healthy one. Circumstances and life pulled us apart. Had I had the appropriate guidance, I believe that I would still be with him today. But, I didn’t. I did what was best for me. If I was going to have a biological man for a husband, It would have been F.F. It was volatile too though, He was an alcoholic, and a narcissist as well. I helped him get a job when he first got here, he left me. Went about his life. I was hurt. I went to work one night, came home, he was gone. I never understood what was happening. I started to get better though, I started moving on and right when I was almost over the hump, here he comes back again. So many things happened, and I ended up pregnant with my son. He was laid off, and just never went back to work again. I didn’t mind being a bread winner, but I expected certain things from him, that were just to much I guess not to mention he struggled badly with honesty. He was a good dad, I guess kinda like Robin Williams in Mrs Doubtfire. I was the wife. Jas was Pierce Bronson. That’s another story, at some point I would have a prompt to be bothered with her ass but that’s not what this is about lol.. I digress, I don’t have problems with relationships with men, unless they are opposite the demeanor of my father. I know that he was how men were to behave with me, but factor in sex, romantic feelings, dishonesty, and I don’t know what to do with them. I tend to hold all the relationships with men I have, under J.M’s candle they have to resemble that, or I deem them unhealthy. I cheated on my baby dad with a woman, and on the last night that we were together, I had to beg him not to rape me. That was 14 years ago. I have tried again, for the sake of my son, I did try. But my experience with sexual abuse and sexual assault, wont let me get passed that. I’m learning to more about different personality disorders as well as my own and now, I just don’t bother, not even with my son, because I’m afraid. I think of him everyday, and love him so much it hurts. But I can’t. I prayed that if god makes him ok, then he has to make me ok. I know most of it is my fault, because I left him. I will always take responsibility for that, and never deny his entitlement to whatever feelings he has about me. I pray everyday that he is safe, and I worry everyday that he is not, it is torture. But giving what I know, my hands are tied. All I have left is the occasional I love you, I miss you, and I hope that you are ok. Moms face a lot of judgement you know, you are seen as a person who abandoned your kid… No one understands the strength it takes for a person to come to terms with the fact that your child may be better off without you. Including his dad in the past 14 years I have been active sexually with a total of 3 men. I dont even remember what it felt like, I just gave in to what my body thought it needed in those moments. I don’t know if I will be able to have a healthy relationship with a man, that isn’t platonic. At this point in my life, I really feel like Platonic relationships are all I have to offer anyone. I’m all sexed out to be honest, I like sex with myself better. I’m less likely to be hurt that way.

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honeybadgercomeback · 2 years ago

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Spotter

Summary: An overheard phone call leads to an invitation to spend the holidays with your gym buddy and usual spotter, Lance. But when he tells you just who he is and what his life is like, you decide that spending Hanukkah with people who like each other is so much better than anything else with your family.

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: Mentions of a semi toxic family situation, mentions of past relationships ending, mentions of cheating.

AN: Just as a warning, I’m not Jewish. I’ve done a lot of research to write this accurately, and if I made any mistakes please do let me know so I can fix it! For those who celebrate, Chag Sameach!

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“Yeah, Mom, I get it. I understand what you’re saying. Exactly, I wouldn’t want to look sad in the back of the photos. Just let me know when they’re sending RSVPs out. I’ll talk to you soon.” You stabbed at the red end call button, throwing your head back against the wall of the gym. This was great. Just great. Because three weeks before the holidays was exactly when you wanted to be uninvited from your family Christmas.

“You ok?” You turned to see Lance, the guy who shared your gym and spotted for you when you were doing weights standing down the hallway. The Canadian had become a friend since you’d started paying too much money for the gym in Monaco because your trainer worked out of there now.

“I’ll be fine. Just holiday planning.”

“I don’t know what Christmas is like, but from the movies and what friends have said it sounds stressful.” You raised an eyebrow and he elaborated. “I’m Jewish. I get the minor holiday that people compare to Christmas because of the time of year when the only real similarities are giving presents and eating chocolate.” You laughed and he smiled at your reaction.

“That sounds about right. I was on the phone to my mom, she politely advised that I skip Christmas at home this year. My sister’s bringing her fiance home for engagement photos. Apparently I’d be a ‘distraction’ because he was my college boyfriend.” You mimicked your mother’s accent, making Lance smile this time.

“So what’s your plan? Staying here for it?”

“At home in Nice, yeah. I’m going to get some wine, some cheese, and stay at home watching crappy movies. Are you doing anything nice? Heading home yourself?”

“Yeah, I’m going to Montreal. I’ll spend Hanukkah and New Years with my dad and sister. It’ll be fun, I think Chloe’s bringing her fiance who thankfully I have never dated because that would be awkward.”

“Want to get back to work?” He grinned and followed you to the free weights as you used your frustration to hit a personal best.

Three days later you were getting off the elliptical as a hand touched your shoulder. It made you jump as you turned to yell but Lance stood there in surprise, hands up apologetically.

“I called you, I’m sorry! I thought you’d heard me.” You pulled out your earbuds and he cringed at his mistake.

“It’s fine, it’s only you. What’s going on?”

“Come home with me for the holidays.”

You stared at him in shock, watching his expression closely. It felt like a joke.

“Doesn’t Hanukkah start in like a week? Plus flights to Canada? I can’t…” You trailed off and swallowed deeply as surprise and embarrassment took over your expression. “I really appreciate it, but I don’t think I can do it.”

“Look. When we finish working out can we get a coffee and talk? Please?”

Usually you’d say no, but you’d gotten to know and trust Lance over the past year. You couldn’t help but agree with him.

Once you’d changed and tied up your hair the two of you sat in a cafe people watching. The Christmas lights glowed on the dark night and it was beautiful to see the buildings lit in white. The two of you had ordered but Lance got his credit card to the cashier before you could, insisting he’d invited you out so he was paying.

“Offering means a lot but I’ll be fine, really. I know exactly what I’m going to do for the time I’m off.” You said after taking a sip. Lance shook his head and you realised it’d be a harder battle than you expected.

“I didn’t say anything because I figured you knew. It’s rare for me to be able to go anywhere, especially here, and people not know who I am. But you don’t. Remember how I told you I drive for a living?”

“Of course I do. What, do you drive horses or something instead of a car?”

“Try Formula One cars. Lance Stroll, driver for Aston Martin Formula One team at your table.” He held out his hand for a handshake as you looked at him.

“Seriously?”

“Completely.”

You listened as he explained what he did for a job, about who his family were and how it worked. You didn’t know a huge amount about that world and listened to everything.

“So you want me to come to Montreal with you for the holidays? Seriously? I…why?” You couldn’t understand why he wanted to spend time with you.

“You don’t treat me like other people do. You treat me like a person. I figure we’re friends, and I don’t want my friend to be home alone. It’s not fair on you to spend it by yourself.”

“Are you really sure?” He took your hand and squeezed once.

“I’m positive. I already told my dad I was inviting a friend to come with me. Chloe’ll be there with her fiance. It’ll be really nice to have someone there whose life doesn’t revolve around sports you need to wear protective equipment for. Scotty’s a snowboarder.” He quickly added the last sentence when you raised your eyebrow.

“I guess I’m going with you.”

You organised to work from home for the week before Christmas so you could go, and the morning of your flight you were packed and ready to go. Lance arrived at your apartment building in an SUV with a grin, taking your suitcase to put in the car before you could do it yourself. Instead of the usual terminal you flew out of he pulled up to a smaller building. The two of you went through quickly and got your passports checked before being directed to a tiny plane. It took a few moments for everything to hit you that you weren’t getting a flight to Paris and a connection.

“Lance. Seriously?” He smiled at your exasperated tone and pulled you to the quickly opening door.

“It was easier than trying to organise connections that worked. C’mon.”

You settled into the plush leather seat with a bottle of water in front of you as the pilot left the cockpit to fill you in on the flight plan and times. There’d be a stop off in Gander to clear passport control, but otherwise it was an easy flight. You let the news wash over you as you pulled out your work laptop to check the models you were working on.

“What’re you doing?” Lance asked once the plane was airborne, pulling out his own tablet to work.

“Carbon fibre designs. I work on aviation design and fuel burn, we’re looking at how it degrades over time and how long it can go without extra maintenance.”

“Want to see it snap at ridiculous speeds?” You smiled and he turned the tablet to show you a video of two cars colliding. One went up on its rear wheels and landed hard on the ground before continuing, but the other spun multiple times as the wheel rolled away. It was badly damaged and you stared at the debris on the roadway.

“That’s normal for Formula One?” You asked but Lance shook his head.

“It was my fault, I shouldn’t have over out the way I did. I was in the green car.”

It hit you what he did for a living and you shook your head, staring at the way so many cars had weaved around him to avoid hitting him.

“You’re crazy. Actually crazy.” He laughed and the two of you split an overly large sandwich, settling into doing your own work while you flew.

Landing in Gander was freezing. You were in a thick coat as the two of you ran off the plane through the snow flurries into the customs building. Your details were checked and everything was confirmed before they stamped your passport to let you through. While you were waiting to get back to the plane Lance’s name was called, two people running up to join you.

“We got a flight up here, figured we could hitch a ride the rest of the way? Scotty just finished his competition so we’re only getting in now.” The woman spoke, holding her hand out to you. “I’m Chloe, Lance’s sister. This is my fiance, Scotty. I heard the two of you are gym buddies? Please tell me you have gossip on Lance.”

The rest of the flight was fun, the four of you laughing and joking as Scotty showed you and Lance videos from his snowboarding contest. He was clearly talented and you both clapped at the podium video. But once you landed in Montreal your nerves started to get the best of you while you all made your way to a car. Lance again insisted on putting your case in and you sat on the back seat with Scotty as the heater ran for you.

Lance and Chloe had the front seats and you spent the drive looking out the window at the snowy vista surrounding you. Scotty squeezed your arm and you turned to him.

“It’ll be fine. Lawrence is really nice, I was terrified my first time here,” he murmured so the siblings couldn’t hear. You squeezed his arm in thanks without saying anything.

The house you arrived to was large, and Lance took your case in one of his hands as you all made it up the shovelled out drive. A tall man appeared as you made it inside, wrapping Lance and Chloe in a hug. He shook Scotty’s hand before holding it out for you to take.

“I’m Lawrence, Lance’s dad. It’s nice to meet you.” You shook it firmly while introducing yourself to him and getting a smile.

“Lance mentioned that you were coming with him, nobody should be alone at this time of year. We’re glad you could be here.”

It didn’t take long for you to be shown to a guest room and you put your bag away. Once you came downstairs it was almost dark, everyone gathered in the kitchen. You watched as the menorah in the middle of the table was lit and three prayers were said, nodding along the same way Scotty did. It was sweet to see and you felt included in it despite not understanding the words.

Once it was lit the five of you stayed in the kitchen, watching Chloe and Lawrence fry latkes and everyone shared stories about the year that had been. Lance taught you how to play dreidel with his arm around your shoulder as you spun the wooden toy. When it landed on gimel the table pushed the pile of chocolate over to you, making you laugh. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had so much fun at any kind of family event, or even if it had happened before. The days had work in the mornings before you and Lance exercised in the gym and in the evenings the menorah was lit and the five of you spent the evening together. You had been worried that it would be fussy and you’d be unwelcome, but instead it was calm and relaxing.

The morning of day four you were curled up in the living room with your laptop on your thighs as Lawrence came in.

“Busy day?” He asked and you smiled with a shrug.

“Just trying to work some aerodynamics out. We’re looking at making small changes to winglets for fifty to seventy seater planes to increase fuel efficiency and decrease emissions. But the financial gains are so minimal compared to the installation cost that a lot of companies aren’t interested.

“What exactly is it that you do?”

You went through the work you did on moulding carbon fibre for small passenger planes to improve how they flew and reduce emissions. Your job was to make sure that whatever you did was aerodynamically sound, and the most recent prototype you’d worked on had just been approved by the FAA and EASA for use in two of your biggest markets.

“You presented it to the regulators?” Lawrence fixed you with his gaze, interested in everything you were saying.

“I didn’t really have a choice, someone had to present and I know it best. But I enjoy the work and explaining it to people. There’s a lot that we can do to make little changes to improve the world.”

“That makes sense. Have you always worked on planes?”

“I used to work on trains too. My bachelors is in applied physics, and my masters is in aerodynamic engineering. I like working out how to make things work more efficiently and use less energy. Hence this, it’s the final slide I have to check for the year.”

“Then I should let you get back to it. I was going to order some pizzas for dinner tonight, does that work for you?” He smiled as he stood up and you smiled back in acceptance, your attention returning to if the mock up could be sent to the 3D printer so you could have a design prototype ready when you were back in January.

Things between you and Lance were shifting. It was strange, but it was good. At least you thought so. When the four of you sat and watched a movie he sat beside you on one couch as Chloe and Scotty sat on the other curled up together. The two of you moved closer to each other as the days went by until his arm started going around you to pull you to him. The first night it happened he held you tight as Die Hard played. You and Scotty had the argument about if it was a Christmas film while the Stroll siblings looked on and laughed at your antics. It was fun and there was near constant flirtation and you were terrified that if anything happened you’d have to leave early. But things were good and you wanted them to stay that way.

Which meant you should have known that everything would come careening down around you.

It was the morning of day six of Hanukkah and you stood outside with a coffee firmly clasped in your hands. The other three were having a snowball fight as you laughed but once Chloe threw one at you staying away was a lost cause as you jumped in. The four of you ran and laughed like kids until the loud tone of your cell ringing interrupted the shouts. You pulled it out and frowned, trudging back to the porch to answer it.

“Hey Mom.”

“Honey, when is your flight getting in? We’re at the airport and the one you’re usually on came and went but you didn’t arrive. Did you need to change to a later one?”

You checked your watch and shook your head, taking a sip of now cold coffee before you spoke.

“I’m not coming home. It’s like you asked, you didn’t want me interrupting the engagement photos and making a scene because my sister is marrying my ex boyfriend.”

“You should have known that wasn’t what we meant for you to do! It was that you should leave early instead of waiting until January. That was all.”

Your anger was rising and you just wanted to hang up, but you didn’t want to disturb everyone else. You didn’t realise that Lance had been listening in, and as soon as you said “mom” he was on his way over to you.

“Well you didn’t make that clear. I’m spending the holidays with friends and I’m happy. Your presents are in the mail, I paid extra so they should arrive on time. I’ll fly home in January to see people then.”

“What will people say? You need to be here or someone will make a comment about you not being here for family. You can’t—“

“Can’t what? Can’t tell my mother that I’m doing what she said I should do? Can’t come home for Christmas because you’re afraid I’m going to make a scene? Have to be invited to spend time with people so they don’t think I’m totally alone? Can’t see my childhood friends because I’m going to hear the “oh you poor thing” crap again and again? I’m doing what I need to do for myself. It’s not fair to act like I’m the one at fault here when I’m the one who brought someone home for Christmas one year and found him in bed with my sister! So if I can’t be there because you don’t want the stories or discussion then let me be where I can at least pretend I’m happy with people who like me for me.”

“Baby, are you coming back?” Lance called loudly from beside you which made you turn and look. Chloe and Scotty were just beside him and it was clear that they’d heard your mini rant. Lance winked and you decided to play along.

“Yeah, just let me finish this call!”

“Who’s there? Who are you with?” It was clear the unfamiliar accent had confused her.

“I’m with people I care about and who care about me. That’s what matters. I’ll call you Christmas Day.” You hung up the phone and leaned back before Lance put his arm around you and pulled you in for a hug.

“Everything ok?” He asked and you took a deep breath before shaking your head.

“She thought I was coming home after the last time we spoke. Because definitely, of course I’m coming home to see them. Of course.”

His arms tightened around you to hold you close as you leaned against him for a few moments. You felt his hand move your hair so he could whisper into your ear.

“I let them know the basics of what happened. I didn’t want to say everything, that’s your business, but they were worried.”

“Thank you.” You smiled up at him, his brown eyes sparkling and comforting. When the two of you separated Chloe and Scotty insisted on a hug before shepherding you inside out of the cold. Chloe began melting chocolate to make luscious hot chocolates for you all, laughing as Scotty and Lance both started worrying about what it would do to their meal plans. Everyone made you smile and you told stupid jokes as Lance showed some of what he called his stupidest race moments on YouTube to make you laugh.

That night the five of you were back in the kitchen to light another candle. Lance was the one who took control of lighting it and saying the prayer, the words washing over you again. Instead of just the menorah there was more prayers for the Sabbath and another candle lit. Lance murmured that they were mostly doing it because of Hanukkah but you just smiled and leaned in. There was more fun and laughter, playing games as everyone sat and enjoyed. Lance was glued to your side for the entire evening, his arm on your waist pulling you close. The dark blue sweater he wore was soft against you as you stayed glued to him, his hand on your hip as you said goodnight. The two of you ambled up to the bedrooms, Lance still holding onto you.

“This has been a lot of fun. Thanks for inviting me, Stroll.” You smiled up and watched the crinkles around his eyes deepen as he grinned back at you.

“Thanks for agreeing to come. You deserve some fun holidays, not just sitting around alone in your apartment.” The words were said so earnestly and the couple of glasses of wine you drank over the evening had lowered your inhibitions. After a few seconds of looking at him you reached up and pressed a kiss against his smile. But Lance didn’t respond so you stepped back, terrified you’d misread the signs.

You hadn’t and he pulled your body against his as he moved to kiss you properly. One of his hands cupped your cheek, holding you still as the two of you separated.”

“That isn’t why I asked you here at all, but I’m really glad we did that.”

You spent the night together, curled up in Lance’s bed as he explained each of the trophies that lined his childhood bedroom from his early years of carting. He explained what each one was from, giggling at the way you congratulated him for long ago victories. The night passed while you were talking and joking in a blanket cocoon you created together.

The final two days of Hanukkah were spent with the friends you’d made. Chloe taught you how to ski, giving you a spare pair of ski boots and helping you strap into the cross country torture devices. You took selfies and she took a video to send to Lance of you making your way across the frozen land. You looked utterly ridiculous but had a lot of fun. The biggest benefit was Lance massaging your sore calves that evening on the couch as Chloe stuck her feet in Scotty’s face encouraging him to do the same. Neither of you could stop giggling.

The last day was also Christmas Day, but you didn’t really care. Christmas had only ever been a seeing family holiday for you rather than a religious event, and you were more than happy to get to spend time with people who actually wanted to spend time with you. Now that the first kiss barrier had been broken Lance kept pulling you in for hugs and pushing kisses to the top of your head that you returned to his cheek. It was clear you were more than friends and Lawrence gave an approving nod.

That morning you were the first one up, calling your family for a thirty second call before making breakfast. Lawrence was the first one down as you pulled a waffle off the maker, surprising you when you turned around to see him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you, thank you for cooking. You didn’t need to.”

“It’s one of the traditions I always do at this time of year, a big breakfast for everyone. I hope you don’t mind.” You felt self conscious about it, it was his kitchen after all. Lance had told you it would be fine but you still weren’t sure.

“How can I mind coming down to food here for us? I heard movement as I was leaving my bedroom so everyone else will down soon. Thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome.”

It was quiet for a few minutes as you whisked eggs in a pan until Lawrence spoke again.

“You’ve worked on planes and trains, how do you feel about working with automobiles?” Your forehead crinkled as you turned to look at him while still stirring the scrambled eggs.”

“I like things that go really fast. Working on a car seems like it’d be boring after working on planes.”

“What about a Formula One car?” You could have heard a pin drop before he continued. “We need a new head of aerodynamics for the team, I’ve been interviewing candidates trying to find someone. Our previous head went to a different team. Ever since you explained what you do I’ve done some research and I think you’d be the perfect fit. It’s not an easy job, there’s a lot of travel and you’ll be working with some hardheaded engineers and regulations that have millimetre wide restrictions. But if you’re interested I can have a full job offer later today.”

You’d stopped stirring at this point, barely having the presence of mind to pull the pan away from the hot burner. You hadn’t been looking for a new job, especially not in Formula One or in an industry where you’d never worked before. It didnt feel real.

“Is this because of Lance and I?” You hated asking the question but you had to. To his credit Lawrence shook his head immediately.

“Never. As soon as you told me that you deal with strict regulations regularly I wanted you for this. I do understand if you need to think about it.”

“Will you send me the offer? I’m not saying I’ll take the job, but I need to see all of the details. An email’s the best way to do it.” You recited your email and he took it down quickly to send you the information. Once he had everyone else started coming downstairs so you served up the cinnamon rolls and everything else you’d made.

That afternoon you were curled up on the couch with Lance, watching the snowstorm blowing outside. Your phone buzzed with an email from Lawrence containing your offer. While scanning the details your eyes widened.

It was more than you’d expected. Financially it was a big jump from what you were being paid and the benefits were fantastic. Working from the UK and travelling to every race, paid work travel, lots of paid days off, health insurance and more. You stiffened while reading it which made Lance run his hand down your arm.

“Everything ok? Was it your mom?” His voice was roughened with sleep and you smiled softly, leaning over to kiss him.

“It’s good. I have a question for you though. How would you feel about seeing me at least twenty four weekends next year?” You could see the moment that the significance of your question hit him.

“Seriously? How?”

You explained the offer, how his dad had walked in while you were working and you were seriously considering it. You wanted to say yes, but a budding relationship and so much travelling felt worrying.

“If you want to take this, do it. I’ll support you no matter what.” He took a breath before continuing. “But I need to tell you that once people find out we’re dating they’ll say you got this job because of nepotism. Which we both know isn’t true, that you deserve this, but its what they say about my seat. I don’t want you to have to deal with any of the crap.”

“I’d deal with it anyway. Any partner of someone well known gets it. But this way we can at least work together and see each other. I don’t mind the worry and the randomness talking crap. We know the truth.” You pulled his face to yours to kiss him, Lance pulling you onto him and holding you close.

“This is more than just for right now, isn’t it?” He asked, his voice barely audible against your ear.

“It is for me.” You linked your hands together, feeling him squeeze it tightly before wrapping his arms securely around you.

That evening he posted a rare photo on his Instagram story, the five of you with a fully lit menorah in the foreground. There were matching grins and arms around shoulders, two couples clearly defined. You knew comments were made online, and even more when your appointment as Head of Aerodynamic Engineering was announced and you did an interview with the social media team, but you ignored every one of them while your research spoke for itself. And the morning when you arrived to the track for preseason testing in Bahrain holding Lance’s hand made the shouts louder than ever, but watching your work begin to pay off meant it was all entirely worth it.

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oh my gosh i just had this idea but what about Topper with Rose's daughter (not wards,relationship before him). Topper and Sarah didn't happen. and like she is really close with Wheezie and Rafe?? and a cute mother/daughter relationship for her and Rose please??

A Little Push

Summary: Topper and (Y/N) need a little help to accept what they feel for each other.

Requested: I hope this is what you wanted, love!!

Warnings: Fluff, awkwardness, endearingly annoying siblings, super long

“So, (Y/N), what’s new with you?” Her step-dad, Ward, asked her as the whole family was sitting at dinner. (Y/N) had just taken a bite of the chicken dish their cook had made, and her little sister took advantage of her inability to speak to do what little sisters do - embarrass her.

“She has a crush,” Wheezie gushed, an evil glint in her eye. (Y/N) glared at her sister, still chewing.

Rose raised an eyebrow, trying to keep her smile hidden so as to not embarrass her daughter more, sharing a look with her husband. “Really? Who is this Casanova?” she asked, taking a sip of her Chardonnay.

“Topper, obviously,” Sarah spoke up with a grin, earning a glare from (Y/N) as well. Sometimes (Y/N) really hated having sisters.

Ward smiled, “Topper?” He thought for a minute before nodding his head as if he had decided something of great importance. “I suppose he is good enough for my daughter.”

(Y/N) shrunk in embarrassment even as she swelled with pride at Ward’s words; he had never made a distinction in how he viewed her even if she was his step-daughter. He had been the only father figure in her life since her biological dad wanted nothing to do with her and Rose; she had even taken his last name when her mom married him. (Y/N) looked down at her plate, pushing her food around with her fork absently. “I do not…” she protested, but she lacked conviction.

Sarah knocked into her shoulder lightly from where she sat beside her. “Oh, come on, (Y/N/N), there’s nothing to be shy about. Topper totally likes you too, right, Rafe?” The blonde looked at her brother who just so happened to also be best friends with Topper.

“While usually I would never break bro code and tell a girl if a guy liked them, you’re my sister, so I’ll tell you…” Rafe spoke. He gave a dramatic pause before finishing his statement, making (Y/N) squirm which her parents noticed. “He totally is head over heels for you. Like, the guy never shuts up about you,” Rafe explained, his slightly bored expression that he usually wore present on his face.

(Y/N) bit the side of her cheek and pursed her lips to try to hide her smile because she knew her family would never let her live it down if they could prove they were right. Once she had more control over her face, she looked up, saying earnestly, “I swear I don’t like him. We are just friends.”

Everyone at the table wore the same exact sly smile, but none of them said anything, finally giving her a break. She was grateful that they had dropped the subject. However, Wheezie had to have the last word on any topic, so she added, “We’ll just have to see how you react tomorrow at the garden party.” She stuffed a bite of chicken into her mouth, continuing to talk around it, “By the way, can I borrow your purple sundress and white sandals? I have to look better than Mackenzie.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Sure, Wheeze.” Tomorrow was going to be torture.

A persistent knocking was heard on the bathroom door the next morning. “Just a second, Wheeze, then I will get my shoes for you!” (Y/N) shouted, assuming that it was the young teen who was bothering her.

“It’s not Wheezie, it’s me,” her mother said. (Y/N) could hear her laugh through the door before continuing, “I think Wheezie already got what she wanted, plus a piece or two of Sarah’s jewelry.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes good naturedly, opening the door, “Of course she did. What do you need, mom?”

Rose smiled, looking at the outfit (Y/N) decided to wear, noting that it was both new and one of (Y/N)’s favorites because of how it flattered her. “I just wanted to see if you needed to talk or anything. About boys maybe…” Her mom trailed off, her eyes glowing with a deceptive innocence.

(Y/N) groaned, “Mom…”

Rose threw her hands up in surrender, “I know, I know. I just want you to know that I am always here to talk, but I know talking to your mom is not always what teenage girls want to do.”

(Y/N) bit her lip, contemplating whether she wanted to open up or not - talking about it would make it real and she wasn’t sure if she wanted that. But who else would understand? She wasn’t as outgoing as Sarah who would tell her just to ask him out herself, and Wheezie was too young. And she definitely wasn’t gonna tell Rafe; as close as they were, they usually bonded over sports, not talks about boys. Also, he was still her big brother, and he would torment her endlessly about liking his best friend. She was out of options. (Y/N) sighed, relenting, “Fine, but there’s not much to say. I really like Topper, but he definitely doesn’t like me back.” She shrugged, going back to fixing her hair.

Rose leaned her hip against the counter. “Well, how are you so sure he doesn’t like you, sweetheart?”

(Y/N) shrugged her shoulders again, brushing her hair with a bit more intensity than she meant to. “Because he never notices me. If he liked me, he would seek me out, but he doesn’t,” she spat. “He always just stays with Rafe and Kelce.”

“Well, maybe he just gets shy around you. You are his best friend’s sister, after all,” Rose offered.

(Y/N) put the brush down, signalling that she was done with the conversation. “I should go see if Wheezie needs help,” she stated before walking out of the room before her mom could ask any more probing questions.

“Hey, (Y/N), how are you?” It was him. Topper. Thornton. At the punch table with her. He looked so incredibly handsome wearing a turquoise button down shirt that brought out the color of his eyes.

She smiled broadly, “Hey, Topper, I’m good, how are you?” She wanted to add something cute and clever, but her mind could barely come up with the proper reply to the traditional greeting he gave her.

He smiled charmingly, “I’m better now that I see you.”

She nodded, a close-lipped smile on her face accompanied by wide eyes. “Cool,” she squeaked, taking her drink and quickly crossing the lawn to where her family was lounging, mentally chastising herself the whole way there. She plopped down between Sarah and Wheezie with a huff.

Sarah looked from her sister back to the punch table where Topper looked both confused and hurt, his lips formed into a pout and his forehead scrunched up. Sarah turned back to (Y/N), noting her wide eyes and panicked breathing. “What happened, (Y/N/N)? Why does Topper look like you just kicked his puppy after stealing his ice cream cone?” she asked, tilting her sunglasses down to raise a scolding eyebrow at (Y/N).

(Y/N) threw her head back onto the lounge chair, groaning, “I am too awkward to exist on this planet, that’s what happened.” Wheezie put down her phone at (Y/N)’s pitiful tone, genuinely worried since (Y/N) usually didn’t express her feelings out loud.

Sarah was worried too, and she knew the only way that the day would end happily for everyone was to step in herself. However, Sarah Cameron was not known for her tact, but perhaps a lack of couth was just what both parties needed. Without notice, Sarah stood up, saying, “I’m thirsty,” and walked to the punch table.

God, Topper felt so stupid. She probably hates me now, he thought. He took a sip of his punch, wishing it could transport him to anywhere but this stupid party. Next thing he knew he was hit on the back, making him choke on his drink. Once he regained order over his own body, he turned to see who had hit him, assuming Rafe or Kelce, but he was completely taken aback when he saw Sarah Cameron in front of him, looking like a stern school teacher with her arms crossed over her chest and foot tapping on the grass.

“Topper, you like (Y/N), right?” she asked. She didn’t give him time to think, so his nod in the affirmative was unguardedly truthful. “Good, (Y/N) likes you too, but she is too shy to show it. You need to make the first move and ask her out.” Sarah started to walk away, but before she could get more than three steps away, she snapped her fingers, remembering something. “Oo, also, she likes walking on the beach at sunset - just so you know.” She smiled, walking back to the lounge chairs where the Camerons were congregated.

Topper grinned, his heart filling with hope. He straightened his shirt, running his hand through his hair to make sure it still looked okay. He now had a plan.

When Sarah returned to her sisters, (Y/N) was still in a slightly catatonic state, but she mustered up the energy to ask, “What are you up to, Sarah?”

Sarah just smirked, saying, “Nothing, I was just really thirsty all of a sudden.” However, (Y/N) would have noticed if her eyes were open that Sarah didn’t even hold a drink in her hand, but she did wink at Wheezie, signalling that she had a trick up her sleeve. “Hey, Wheeze, how about we go get some food,” she asked, but it was definitely not a request.

Wheezie jumped up quickly, saying, “Yeah, I’m starved! We’ll get you something, (Y/N/N), since you just sat down.”

Sarah also got up, saying absently, “Yeah, we will. Hey, Rafe!” Getting her brother’s attention, she motioned him over, “Come get food with us.” Seeing his readiness to resist her command, she added, “Now,” with a subtle nod to (Y/N). When Rafe saw his step-sister’s state, he nodded - although he was still confused - and followed Sarah and Wheezie into the house to get food.

(Y/N) stirred when she heard somebody sit beside her a few minutes later. “Were there any crostinis in the house?” she asked, rolling her head to the side on the back of the chair, not caring if it messed up her hair before opening her eyes.

Topper’s blue eyes and perfect bone structure met her gaze instead of one of her siblings’ faces. “I think I saw some earlier. Do you want to go get some food with me and we can check?” He looked down, taking a deep breath, before meeting her hopeful gaze again, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. She leaned a little closer towards him in order to catch what he said next, “And maybe if that goes well, we can go on a date? Maybe to the Island Club?”

(Y/N) felt like she could cry from happiness. “That sounds nice; I guess it’s a date?” she giggled.

He smiled, too, letting it light up his whole face, “I guess it is. I’ll pick you up at 6:30 on Wednesday?”

“Sounds great,” she breathed, beaming.

It was a good thing Tanneyhill was slightly removed from its neighbors because from the sounds emerging from it, one could easily think that somebody was getting murdered in the house on that Wednesday evening. The reality was far worse. Ward and Rafe had sequestered themselves in the study as all four females of the house descended upon (Y/N)’s closet, helping her decide what to wear for her date.

“A black dress is so classic.”

“She’s going on a first date, not to her third husband’s funeral, Rose.”

“But she looks so good in this dress.”

“But she would look even better in this green dress.”

“Why can’t she wear blue? I bet Topper shows up in blue. He looks really good in blue.”

“That’s true, Wheeze, how about you go ask Rafe to snapchat Topper and see what shirt he’s wearing.”

“On it!”

“Wait, do we want her to match or just compliment because if it’s the second, then the green or the purple would look better.”

“Oo, good point, Rose. Maybe we need a man’s opinion. I’ll text Wheezie to send dad and Rafe up.”

“Good idea. (Y/N), honey, can you put on the green dress, your dad and Rafe are coming up.”

“Topper is wearing blue! Rafe was being a butt, though, and wouldn’t let me see at first.”

“Are the boys coming up, Wheezie?”

“Yeah, I stole Rafe’s phone, so they’re both right behind me.”

“Oh, good!”

“Wheezie, give me my -”

“Ready!” (Y/N) stepped out of her closet, a pale yellow fit and flare dress hugging her curves. Half of her hair was loosely pulled back in a bun, and the rest fell down her back in waves. She twirled slightly, a shy smile on her face. “How do I look?”

Her entire family smiled, saying in unison, “Perfect!”

Downstairs, the doorbell was heard. “He’s here!” (Y/N) squealed, her anxiety returning.

Rafe moved towards the door, “I’ll go get the door, (Y/N/N). There’s no need to worry, though, it’s just Topper.”

After she heard Rafe open the door, she took a deep breath, straightened her dress even though it didn’t need it, and headed down the stairs. As she made her way down the winding staircase, she watched her feet, trying not to trip. She only looked up when she reached the bottom, finally noting Topper’s awestruck appearance. Rafe was nowhere to be seen, now.

His lips curled into a shy smile, “You look beautiful, (Y/N).”

She smiled, doing a little twist and biting her lip, “Thank you. You look really beautiful as well.” Her eyes widened, “I mean handsome; you look handsome, Topper.”

He chuckled, “Thank you. Are you ready to go? I made us a reservation at the Island Club.”

“That sounds perfect. Let’s get going!”

“So you lost your swim trunks?” (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh, drawing quite a bit of attention to she and Topper.

He chuckled, too, “Yeah, I had to find them before anyone noticed. Ever since then, I make sure they are tied tight for surf competitions.” The date was going splendidly, any awkwardness forgotten as the couple settled into easy conversation.

(Y/N) sipped on her drink, finally getting a hold of herself, “That’s nothing. One time my pants split at recess while on the swings, and I had to wear my uncle’s pants for the rest of the day because he was the only one available to get me clothes. They were huge on me. At least you had the coverage of water.”

Topper laughed, “I don’t know, mine was pretty bad; there were TV cameras and stuff there.”

“Oof, you didn’t say that before. Yours was definitely worse then.” Her eyes almost closed from how hard she was laughing, and Topper thought it must be the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. He couldn’t even be distracted enough from the pretty young woman before him to act condescending to JJ Maybank when he brought them their check.

When Topper brought out his credit card to pay the bill, (Y/N)’s lips formed a small frown, “Aww, I’m not ready for the night to be over. I’m having a really good time with you.”

Topper smirked, “Well, then I guess it’s good that I planned something else, too.” He held out his hand for her to take, and she grasped it eagerly, curious as to what he had planned.

She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Topper quickly drove to a smaller beach that only locals frequented. It was deserted by this time in the evening,as the colors of the sunset were just starting to reflect on the water, pink mixing with blue to create a soft, romantic atmosphere. (Y/N) couldn’t help but think that it was the most picturesque sunset she had ever witnessed in all her life as she walked barefooted with Topper, holding onto his arm with both of her hands.

“I’m really glad Sarah told me about your feelings. Otherwise I probably would never have worked up the courage to finally ask you out. Knowing that you liked me too was even enough for me to endure Rafe’s speech about not messing things up and hurting you.” He looked into her eyes, “Not that I would ever do something to hurt you on purpose.”

(Y/N) bit her lip with her two front teeth, “Rafe did that? I’m so sorry…”

Topper grinned, “Course he did, isn’t that what older brothers do? I’m just glad I didn’t get the combined force of him and Ward. Rafe threatening to throw me to the gators was plenty of warning, ” he teased.

(Y/N) laughed, “Yeah, that would have been a little more nerve-wracking, but I’m glad you didn’t let it deter you.”

He squeezed one of her hands resting on his arm, “Never. You mean too much to me.”

They walked in a comfortable silence back to his Jeep once the sun had set completely, basking in each other’s presence. On the ride back to Tanneyhill, soft music from the early 1960’s accompanied their conversation, aiding in their attempt to know the other better. Neither of them wanted the night to end, but, alas, the car ride was over much too quickly.

Topper walked her to the front door, both knowing what they wanted to happen next, but neither knowing how to achieve it. Topper scratched the back of his neck, a nervous tick (Y/N) had noticed he employed often, “Hey (Y/N), would you maybe want to be my date to Midsummer’s?”

She beamed - that event was not even on her radar yet, but she couldn’t be more glad that he was thinking even a month and a half into their future. She decided to be bold, “I would love to, but maybe we should go on a few more dates before then?”

Topper sighed, relieved, “You read my mind.”

They stood there for another half a minute, “Well, I should probably go in…” She turned to open the door, but Topper grabbed her hand, stopping her.

“Wait! I…” Topper stammered.

“Yes?” (Y/N) looked at him, her eyes brimming with hope, giving Topper the courage he lacked.

“May I kiss you?” he asked softly, brushing a piece of hair that had come loose from the breezy night behind her ear.

(Y/N) couldn’t believe her ears, a small, content smile gracing her face. “You may,” she whispered back. At her permission, he raised a hand to cup her face, running his thumb lightly over her smooth skin, leaning in as he did so. When he was only a few inches from her face, his eyes flickered up to hers, making sure she still wanted his kiss. When she gave no indication that he should stop, he closed the remaining distance between them. The kiss was feather-light, his lips moving over hers as gently as a whisper of a summer breeze, but it still sent a lightning-like thrill all the way to her toes. It was over all too soon, yet it was still everything she could have wished for for her first kiss.

As her eyes fluttered open, she felt rather than heard Topper whisper, “Wow.”

She bit her lip, her shyness returning, “Wow, indeed. Thank you again, Topper. Have a great rest of your night.” She turned to the door again, but her body changed its plan before she reached it, quickly turning back to where he stood, raising up on her toes to give him a quick peck on the cheek. Giggling, she pulled back and finally ran into her house, surprised at her boldness.

For his part, Topper was on Cloud 9, slowly walking to his Jeep, looking back at the building that now hid her from his view like a lovestruck fool every step of the way. He finally shook himself back into the present and started his truck when he heard the muffled squeals of the women now surrounding her, excited that the date had gone well enough to culminate in not one but two kisses goodnight.

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writingwithcolor · 2 years ago

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Adding a Black Woman to a Small Human Cast With Many Aliens

@blazednarancia69 asked:

Half Alien Black Princess

I’m working on the early stages of a comic idea and I was wondering if you had any tips for people struggling to be as inclusive as they want when they have a small cast to work with- it’s a SciFi piece, and my story involves a lot of alien/human interaction, and there are really only 4-5 ‘main characters’ that are fully human. While they’re all POC, I’ve realised that my main human cast lacks any Black women.

There is a Black man in the main cast, and there are some secondary/tertiary Black women characters who show up throughout the story. One of the other main characters is a half-human, half-alien princess who is a dark skinned Black woman, but I don’t want to contribute to the existing trend of a ton of SciFi casting WOC and Black women in particular in exclusively alien roles but not including them in the human cast.

My proposed solution: Black lesbian and Black Mexican women characters, Black character works for the Black-coded Alien princess

A lot of my human characters are from the American southwest (California, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, etc), and several of my main human cast have Mexican-American heritage. Two of them are adult siblings, an older brother and a younger sister, with a white dad and a Mexican-American mom. I decided a while ago that I wanted their mom to end up with a girlfriend/wife (in either a healthy polyamory way or a divorce way, NOT a cheating way, to be clear), and I’ve always pictured the girlfriend as a Black lesbian in STEM with a caffeine addiction and a cool shoulder tattoo- I’m thinking, now, that it would make sense to have her be the younger sister’s other bio mom. That way, I have a mixed Black & Mexican woman in the main human cast, plus I get to include a blended family that has half/stepsiblings with a healthy, positive dynamic, which is super important to me as someone who grew up never seeing families like mine except in ‘evil stepfamily’ situations.

Light skin and dark skin power dynamics

That ‘solution’ does make me worried about running into issues with the half-alien princess being darker skinned than the human woman; even though there are other aliens of her species with varying skin tones, I’m worried it might come off as exotifying dark skin. Then again, if I make the Black human woman darker and the half-alien princess lighter, I end up with a darker skinned Black woman working for a lighter skinned Black princess, and there’s some pretty obvious and colorist issues there, especially since the princess is meant to be, like, ethereally beautiful and graceful, as princesses tend to be, and the human woman is (and I mean this endearingly) a walking disaster. It’s probably relevant to mention that the Black man in the main cast is already dark skinned, so it’s not like there wouldn’t be ANY dark skinned Black humans in the main cast if I go with making the human woman lighter, but even that can have problematic connotations- I know a lot of media will feature dark skinned Black men but only light skinned Black women.

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First of all, your efforts to include dark-skinned Black women are appreciated! One can’t be expected to represent every race, ethnicity or underrepresented group in one story, as it’s generally just not feasible. Of course, making the full and conscious effort to be inclusive of under and misrepresented races and backgrounds in your current and future works is nice and very welcome in terms of representation - and it’s what we’re all about here!

Now, there are situations where I personally believe that it’s important to make that extra effort, and your story presents such situations.

Men of X race are there; the Women of Color are not

I take special note when there’s a man of a certain race that is included but not Women of Color of that race as well. It’s a trend for Black men / Black women especially or, as you noted, if she’s included and in a romantic way she often needs to be light. Or, if a dark-skinned Black woman makes an appearance, she’s the best friend or comedic relief and not seen as particularly desirable or someone to care about beyond being entertainment or even a punching bag.

Non-humans of X race exist, but humans of X race do not

It’s eyebrow-raising to me when stories include Black-coded aliens and non-humans but no humans in a story where indeed other humans exist. It’s insightful for you to take note of that as well.

A story is set in a region where the population is mostly X race - but they’re not in the story

Now, this situation actually doesn’t seem to be implied in your story, but it’s worth mentioning for others. A story that is featured in, for example, Nigeria or even Fantasy Nigeria that has no Nigerian, Black or African-diaspora people in general in the cast (or are just minor background characters)…..oh no.

So! It’s great that you took notice of the matter and decided to do something about it in your story.

Black mom and Black / Mexican daughter

Your solution to add a Black mom to the story sounds fine. Keep in mind the mammy and your typical tropes that can come from Black mothers in stories.

I may be getting some details cloudy, but it appears there’s a dark-skinned Black Mexican daughter from the relationship? And this Mexican + Black daughter serves a Black-coded alien princess that you’re not sure should be dark or lighter skinned? I hope I got that right!

There’s indeed power dynamics there if you go to the Black-coded princess with light skin. If you’re not wanting to create that dynamic or explore it in the narrative, you could always make them both darker skinned. There are many shades of brown and very brown skin. They don’t need to be the same shade or tone of brown.

Also, I think it’s okay for the alien princess to be graceful and the Black character to be a “walking disaster” as you say, as 1) Black characters need not be perfect 2) There are more Black women characters. And this is, again, made better if the princess doesn’t have to be light skinned.

Also, disclaimer as I’m not Mexican: but having a prominent Mexican character that is not in a servitude role would most likely be welcome! I’ll let Mexican followers comment on that.

Thanks for your thoughtful question.

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americasass91 · 4 years ago

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Baby Fever

Hello lovelies! I hope everyone is well! This little fic is for the amazingly talented @buckyownsmylife 2k/Birthday Challenge! Which the theme for it was breeding kink. Which how could I not participate in that? Breeding kink just happens to be one of the biggest kinks I have(and i don’t even want kids, go figure) So I looked through my Masterlist and realized I didn’t have a breeding kink fic with Steve. Well, I can’t say that anymore!

Thank you for hosting this challenge you lovely, beautiful human! And congrats on the 2k!! You deserve that and so much more! I hope everyone enjoys!

Rating: Explicit (duh, it’s a breeding kink fic)

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: breeding kink(again, duh), Professor!Steve(I feel like he’s a warning all by himself, language, age gap, unprotected sex(I mean, it’s kind of implied but I’ll put the warning anyway)

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“How long do we have to stay at this thing?”

You help can’t but roll your eyes at your husband of 4 months. “I told you I’m not sure. It’s my niece’s 1st birthday party. You could’ve stayed home you know.”

Steve pulls up to your sister’s house and parks among the other vehicles in the front yard. “Yeah and give them even more reasons to hate me? No thanks.”

See, Steve wasn’t your family’s favorite person. It all has to do with the fact that he’s 10 years older than you and how you guys met, which was during your freshman year of college. You were the innocent student and he was your history professor.

The attraction was instant and very mutual between you two. But dating students at this particular university was frowned upon and Steve could have lost his job. So, you admired each other from afar….that is until the semester was over. You went to visit him in his office after your last class and he eagerly bent you over his desk and ruined you for any other future man you may have.

Well, that was 6 years ago now. Your family of course didn’t approve and thought he was just taking advantage of a young, naive student. Your mom was the first to come around when she noticed a change in your demeanor and how happy he made you. She talked some sense into your dad and he eventually backed off as well.

It took until Steve put a ring on your finger for your sister to accept him. Although you know her and her friends still judged you two. You could tell by the looks you guys always got whenever around them. You learned to not let it bother you. Steve was amazing. He was attentive, caring, and he loved you with everything he had. The only flaw he had was that he didn’t want kids.

It almost made you consider not marrying him. You had always wanted kids. But, in the end you realized you wanted Steve for the rest of your life more than a baby. But he did adopt a kitten with you. So it’s a win, win.

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He gets out of the car and grabs the gift out of the trunk. You had gotten her an outfit that says ‘My aunt is cooler than your aunt’ and various toys that she would enjoy. Plus, being the book editor you were, you couldn’t not get her a book. So, you got her the very first Harry Potter book. When Steve saw you wrapping it with a questioning look, you told him it was never too early to start a child’s transition into being a Potterhead.

You skipped excitedly next to Steve as you made your way to the front door. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your enthusiasm. “You excited or something, sweetheart?”

After ringing the doorbell, you turn towards him. “Of course I am! I love my little niece!”

Truth was, you knew you were never going to have a baby of your own. So you poured all of your love and joy for a baby into your niece.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when your brother-in-law, Matt, answers the door.

“Mr. and Mrs. Rogers! Glad you made it! Come on in!” He ushers you 2 inside, helping you both hang your coats up in the hall closet. He then points to the obvious gift table. “You can just set that down there, Steve. And if you’d like, me and a bunch of the other husbands are downstairs in the basement watching the game. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

Steve looks at you, silently asking for permission. You give him a quick pecking the lips. “Go have fun. Just make sure to come back up for food and presents.”

As Steve heads downstairs with Matt, you can’t help but take in all the decorations. Little Miss Lindsey just happens to currently be obsessed with The Little Mermaid. So of course the theme is under the sea. Your sister really went all out. Streamers, balloons, and even mermaid figurines were everywhere. There’s even mermaid confetti on the tables.

You head in search of your sister and the birthday girl, one of which you find in the kitchen. “Hey sis! Need any help?”

Your sister, Rachel, turns from the hot dog sauce she’s stirring on the stove and gives you a big hug. “Oh, thank god you’re here! Can you grab the vegetable tray and potato salad out of the fridge and put them on that table over there?”

“Sure! Where’s Linds?” You ask as you grab the requested items out of the fridge.

Your sister returns to the sauce on the stove. “She’s still napping. I should be getting her up soon. Where’s Steve? He stay home? I know this isn’t really his thing.”

You take the plastic wrap off the potato salad and sit it amongst the smorgasbord of other food on the table. “Of course he’s here. He’s down in the basement with the other men.”

You sister lets out a sigh. “Yeah, I told Matt they could only watch until everybody got here. Ah, shit. I think I hear Lindsey crying.”

“I’ll get her!” Quickly jumping at the chance to see her.

“You sure? That would be great! The outfit I want her to wear is on the changing table. And can you do her hair up in the bow, too?”

“You got it!” You make your way down the hall towards Lindsey’s room, her crying getting louder. You open the door and see her sitting up in her crib. Her crying quiets the moment she sees you. She gets a big ole smile on her face and reaches out for you. “Hi, sweet girl! How is the birthday girl today?” You pick her up and give her a big hug. “How about we get you changed into your party outfit?” She just coos back at you in response.

You push her outfit aside and lay her down on the changing table. Quickly realizing she’s wet, you give her a fresh diaper. She attempts to ‘help’ as you try to change her into her party outfit. Which after it’s on her, she looks like a little mermaid. You quickly brush her hair and pull as much of it as you can into a ponytail on the top of her head and add the matching bow. You stand back a little from her and clap your hands. “What a pretty girl! Are you ready to join your party?” You pick her up and turn around to head out of the room. You’re surprised to see your husband standing in the doorway.

“Hey, I thought you were watching the game?” He shrugs his shoulders and walks towards you two. “I missed you.” He tickles Lindsey’s side, causing her to giggle. “Happy Birthday, little one.” You can’t help but feel your heart warm. That always happens anytime your husband interacts with a baby.

“I was just helping Rachel out by getting her ready. She seemed a little frazzled in the kitchen.” You turn your attention back to Lindsey. “Come on, sweet girl. Let’s go join your mommy in the kitchen!”

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The next hour goes by in a blur. You weren’t really paying attention to anyone else. All of yours on Lindsey. The only food she seemed to want was what was on your plate. You didn’t mind sharing. Then she got to ‘smash’ her cake. Which for Lindsey it meant taking delicate little bites from said cake, mostly of the icing. She did still manage to get it all down the front of her though. But that’s okay, Rachel of course had a back up outfit ready.

You had just polished off your hot dog when Rachel walked back into the room with a now clean Lindsey. Steve grabbed yours and his plates to go dispose of.

Rachel sat on the floor with Lindsey who immediately started crawling towards you. “I think you’re gonna have to join us, sis.”

You can tell it’s hurting Rachel’s feelings a little that Lindsey is so attached to you today. Nevertheless, you join them on the floor, placing Lindsey in your lap. “Ready to open presents, sweet girl?”

Rachel turns to Matt. “Honey, could you start handing out the presents please?”

He nods and goes to grab the first of many presents. He sits it down in front of Lindsey who immediately goes for the tissue paper. She doesn’t even seem to care about the present in the bag. You laugh and try to get her attention on the gift inside.

You look up and see everyone laughing at the birthday girl who only wants the tissue paper. You notice Steve towards the back of the crowd, only he’s not laughing. He’s giving you a look. You’ve seen that look before. It instantly sends a shiver down your spine and makes your panties wet. He wants you.

You try to give him a stern look. He shouldn’t be looking at you like that in the middle of your niece’s party. He puts his hands up in surrender.

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After taking almost 2 hours to open the rest of the gifts, Lindsey was a sleepy girl. You were sitting on the couch with Lindsey cuddled up into your chest. You were gently rocking her back and forth. You look over at your sister who was cleaning up the mess from the presents.

“I can go put her down for a nap, Rach. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks, sis. You seem to be her favorite person today so she’d probably scream if I tried to do it. Matt! Could you get a bottle ready for Lindsey so my sister can put her down for her nap?”

A few minutes later he comes out with the bottle and hands it to you.

You stand up and look over at Steve. “I shouldn’t be too long. Did you want to head out of here after I put her down? I know you still have those papers to grade.”

He nods. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. Thanks, sweetheart.”

You squeeze his bicep as you pass by him. “Of course not. Like I said, this shouldn’t take too long.” You glance at Lindsey and notice she’s having trouble keeping her eyes open.

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Just like you predicted, it only took Lindsey about 15 minutes to fall asleep. You take one last glance at her, your heart tugging a little, knowing you’ll never have one of your own.

You quietly close the door and don’t even take 2 steps before the door across the hall opens to reveal Steve. You look at him in confusion. “Babe? Why are you in the laundry room?”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he grabs your arm and pulls you into the room with him. He makes sure to shut the door behind him.

“Steve, what are you doing? I thought we were leaving?”

He pushes you to the front of the washing machine and presses himself up against you, immediately making you feel how hard he is. “Need you, baby.” He reaches around and starts undoing your jeans.

You start pushing his hands away and try to turn around. His hold on your waist tightens, stopping you.

“Steve, we are not doing this here. You can wait until we get home.”

You are suddenly pushed until your front is resting on the top of the washing machine, Steve covering his body with yours. He lets out a low growl in your ear. “This” he presses his bulge more firmly against your ass “is your fault. So, you’re going to help me with it.”

You turn your head to the side as he pushes your jeans over the curve of your ass. “Me? What the fuck did I do? I haven’t even really talked to you today. Been with Lindsey all day.”

He fastens his pace in removing his own jeans, only lowering them enough to free his aching cock. He lands a smack to your panty covered ass. “Exactly. Made me so hard watching you with the baby. Made me think what it’d be like if we had one. What you’d look like swelled with my kid. Knew I had to have you.”

You managed to push him back far enough to stand up straight and turn around to face him. “Steve, I’m not going to let you fuck me in my sister’s laundry room.” He launches at you, trapping your body between his and the washing machine. “It’s cute that you think you’re in charge. Now, I’m going to fuck a baby into you. And I can either do that here or I’ll take you out in the living room where everyone is and bend you over there.”

Fuck. These panties are officially fucked. Still, you have questions. “I thought you didn’t want kids, Steve? Plus I’m on the pill.”

His face turns soft for a second. He cups your cheek in his left hand. “I didn’t think I did. But seeing you with her today? Now that’s all I want, all I can think about. You with our baby. You’d be the best mother. And you’ll just stop taking your pill. Starting today. We’ll keep trying until it takes. Is this something you’re even still wanting?”

You grab onto his wrist and push your cheek against his palm. “Of course it is.” You turn back around and bend over the washer. You lower your panties to your knees and shake your ass in his direction. “Well? What are you waiting for? Fuck a baby into me, Steve.”

He growls and closes the distance between you. He grabs the base of his cock and rubs the tip through your dripping folds. “Don’t have time to stretch you out first, sweetheart. And I’m really worked up, so this will probably be quick.”

You push back against him, eager to get him inside you already. “Don’t care. Just please, fuck me Professor Rogers.” You knew that’d get him.

“Fuck.” Is the only warning you get before he buries himself in you to the hilt. He just gets his hand over your mouth before your moan escapes your throat.

He only gives you a second to adjust to his size before he starts a bruising pace. After a few thrusts, he removes his hand from your mouth and smacks your ass. He feels you clench around him. “Yeah? You like when your professor fucks you?”

You quickly nod your head. “Yeah. You fuck me so good. Need your cum. Need you to fill me up.”

Steve quickens his pace even more if that’s possible. He moves his left hand off your hip and moves it around you to find your clit. He presses quick circles against it. “Need you to cum first, sweetheart. Need to feel you squeeze me.”

You start pushing back to meet his thrusts. You can feel the coil inside you ready to snap. You just need a little something more.

Steve leans over you and starts pressing kisses up your spine, his pace never faltering. Once he reaches your shoulder, he bites down lightly. He moves his mouth next to your ear. “Come on, sweetheart. Cum for your professor. Then I’ll fill you up nice and full, get you pregnant. Cum for me, Y/N.”

You press your face into the crook of your elbow to muffle your scream as you cum undone on his cock. Your orgasm triggers his. He cums with a quiet shout as he fills you full of his spend, some of it leaking out around him. He gives a few more shallow thrusts before stopping and catching his breath.

He rubs his hands up and down your back. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You turn your head so you can look at him. “Mmm, i’m great.” You can’t help but let out a little giggle, feeling drunk on sex.

Steve smiles down at you and moves his hand until it’s resting on your lower stomach. “I hope it worked.” He slowly pulls out and watches as his cum starts leaking out of your pussy. He quickly scoops it up and pushes it back inside, causing a whimper to escape your lips. “Sorry, sweetheart. Can’t let any of it go to waste.”

Once he’s sure he’s got it all, he quickly pulls your panties back into place. He stands you up and turns you around to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you so much, thank you for being mine.”

You give him a big smile. “I love you, too. And thank you for picking me.” You bend down to pull up your jeans, Steve mirroring your actions. Once you’re both redressed, you wrap your arms around his neck and press a firm kiss to his lips.

“Now, let’s hurry up and get home. Want you to fill me up again.” You give him a wink and turn to head out the door. “You coming?”

He smirks as he starts following you out. “Oh, I will be.”

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huggybug · 2 years ago

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more than my hometown - brendan brisson

word count: 1.0k words

note: it’s kinda short but… first thing i’ve written in a while!! yay! hoping that this gets me back into writing a bit🥲

“Come with me” Brendan pleaded for the fifth time today. The past few years, you’d gotten used to Brendan moving away at the end of summer. First it was to Minnesota, then Chicago, and finally Michigan. However this year was different. He was going to Vegas, he had finally made it to the NHL and he had to move to his new home; away from California, away from the beaches, away from you.

“Brendan, you know I can’t” You sighed. Brendan had always had the same dream. He was going to grow up and play in the NHL. When he was younger, he wanted to play in Chicago, with some of his Dad’s clients. You can remember when you were kids, playing in his family’s pool, listening to your younger brothers scream at each other while Brendan talked on and on about his big dreams.

“I’m going to do it” Brendan said excitedly, flopping down onto the pool float next to you.

“I know. You’re going to go play in Chicago with Kane and Toews” You answer, licking your popsicle so that it doesn’t make a mess as it melts.

“No really, Y/n. I’m going to play in the NHL one day and you’re going to be there, front row, cheering me on” You laugh but nod along.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else” Brendan grinned, splashing some water up at you which made you squeal.

“Why can’t you? There’s nothing you’re doing here that you couldn’t in Vegas” His voice brings you back to the present, refocusing on his packed suitcase, still laying open on his bedroom floor.

“My family’s here” You say weakly, knowing it’s not a very strong argument.

“So is mine” He answers, as if you didn’t know that. “Jen would love a reason to come visit Vegas. Plus then both our moms can talk about ‘losing their oldest children’” Brendan rolls his eyes. Over the past few weeks, Kim had been running around getting everything ready for his move and Brendan, while grateful, had been complaining that she was being dramatic.

Your moms were best friends, they had been since they were in middle school and when they found out they were pregnant at the same time, they immediately knew their kids would be best friends as well.

“Aren’t they so cute?” Kim practically squealed, raising her eyebrows when you came down the stairs. Brendan was waiting for you at the bottom, clad in his tux that was usually for hockey games. Tonight however, it was for your prom.

When you and Brendan started dating, the summer before he left for his senior year at SSM, your parents were over the moon. Your moms were probably planning the wedding before the conversation was over.

“Come on you two, let’s get some pictures!” Your mom herded you and Brendan over near the door. Your brother and Jordan spent the entire time making fun of you both, mimicking your poses behind your moms so that they didn’t get caught.

“Look Bren, I just can’t go okay?” There hadn’t been much of a conversation between you two. Brendan had assumed that if you weren’t coming, nothing would change. That after doing long distance for years, you’d keep on doing it.

His years in Michigan were the easiest, you weren’t in school or working really so you were able to go visit him often. His friends even claimed that you were their fourth roommate because of how often you were there.

“Why? And don’t give me a dumb excuse, I want a real reason” He crosses his arms over his chest, waiting for your answer.

“I want to settle down, plant some roots and I only want that here, not anywhere else” It wasn’t that you expected Brendan to stay here, you honestly hadn’t even thought this far ahead. It seemed like him making it to the NHL was so far away, there wasn’t any point in thinking about it but it had creeped up on you and now here you were, days away from him leaving and you still hadn’t figured it all out.

“We can have that in Vegas!” Brendan exclaims and you sigh.

“I can’t leave. I don’t want to. Moving away is your thing, you’ve always wanted to get out of here and I know that, it’s just not the same for me, it never has been” Brendan’s always been on the move, never in one city for too long and he liked that.

“I thought that we would do this together” He said quietly, staring down at his suitcase and the scattered clothes surrounding it.

“It’s your big dream Bren, I don’t blame you for picking up and leaving” You step closer to him, taking one of his hands in yours. “Your dreams are finally coming true and I’m so happy for you babe”

“It’s not really my dream if you’re not there with me” You hated how sad he sounded. It was like his entire attitude towards moving to Vegas had shifted within a day.

“Brendan…” You sighed, reaching up to brush a few stray hairs away from his eyes.

“Do you not love me enough?” Brendan asks and your heart stops. “Is that it? You don’t want to move because you don’t think we’re going to last?”

“Brendan I love you more than a California sunset… more than a beer you sneak when you’re not even 21 yet” You say softly, fiddling with the chain hanging around his neck. He chuckled lightly at the two things you mentioned; two things you had shared many times together. Brendan always snuck out two beers from his dad’s fridge, passing one to you and then grabbing your hand and running down to the stretch of beach behind his house. Countless nights on the beach, watching the sunset and talking about everything and anything, just enjoying each other’s company. So safe to say, it was a surprise that he would think any different. “I’m not the runaway kind, I can’t change that. I don’t want to leave this place, I don’t think I ever could”

“But you love me” His voice waivers.

“I do Bren, with all my heart” You assured him.

“Then why can’t you come with me?” He asks quietly.

“Because as much as I love you, I can’t love you more than my hometown”

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karma;

❥ 16k words | nsfw | eren x fem!reader

❥ content - eren eats reader out,, eren also fucks reader ;)

❥ you don’t care much for eren’s fuckboy habits until he fucks over your friend, and you’re left to deal with the consequences. and eren’s left to deal with a revelation neither of you saw coming

this is based off the song karma by summer walker, so feel free to take a listen!

"i just don't get it— like how foul could you be? if he didn't like me that's all he had to say, not play me like i'm some dummy,"

"historia," you stopped her ramble with a sigh, lifting your hand up as a gesture to say 'stop'.

"i told you, you should've just got with me." ymir snorted, throwing her hand around historia's shoulder, the blonde pouting, her eyebrows furrowing.

you place a hand on historia's lower back and gave her a condescending look. "i told you that you shouldn't mess with him, i wasn't trying to be dramatic or anything when i said that— i know eren... i gave you a heads up and you ignored it."

historia rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. "i didn't ignore it, i just... thought it'd be different."

you scrunched your face up and pinched the bridge of your nose. "why exactly did you think it would be different?"

"instead of giving historia shit, _____," ymir emphasized your name, squinting her eyes at you. "why can't i just rock him? a good punch to the face is maybe just what he needs—"

"ymir, punching him will not solve anything. plus, i doubt historia wants you to punch him either."

"she can speak for herself, idiot. historia, my love, would you like me to knock eren out?"

historia sighed. "no, i don't want anyone to get knocked out. this is so confusing... and not to interfere with your friendship or anything but how can you just go hang out with him right after?"

you looked down at historia, removing your hand from her back and giving her a raise of your eyebrow, looking forward to wear the three of you were headed. you were going to hang out with eren; he was your closest friend who you met in middle school, and now shared a dorm with. it was finally spring break, and as his bestfriend you were invited to spend some time with him and his family for the vacation. eren had you pack bags for the weekend and wanted you to meet him in the front of the building, so that's where your feet were taking you while you conversed with your friends you met on your way. "historia, i said i told you not to fuck with him, what happens between you and eren doesn't have anything to do with me." historia frowned at you and looked down at her crossed arms and you felt a small sense of guilt curdling in your stomach. "i'll talk to him though."

"right now? cause he's right there." ymir said using her head to tilt towards the benches once she pushed the large doors to the outside open. you looked up and ymir was right, from a distance was eren standing up next to a shag of blonde hair and two other people that you couldn't identify as they weren't facing you. almost on cue, eren looked up, head whipping to your figure and a small smirk creeped up on his face until his eyes landed on the two next to you, that smirk dissipating almost just as fast, and him quickly averting eye contact, mumbling something that caused the rest of his acquaintances to turn their heads around. you shook your head and patted historia's shoulder noticing she was glaring at eren, but not as hard as ymir.

"yes, now... uh, i'll catch you guys later." you said waving off to them. "don't worry too much about him historia." and with that you began walking off towards eren. you studied his appearance, hair lazily threw back into his signature messy bun while stray pieces shied away from it. he wore a simple grey sweatshirt with black sweatpants to complete the lazy look, white sneakers on his feet, and when you trailed your eyes back to his face a boyish smile was present.

"hey." eren said simply, arms stretched out to pull you into a warm hug that you reciprocated, your arms wrapping around his midsection as he snuggled you into him, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"hey, eren." you cheesed, pulling back to wave to the rest of the group. "eren's brother," you watched zeke chuckle from where he was seated. you used your finger to point to yelena after, "yelena, pieck and porco!"

"i'm assuming you know my name and you're just being a fool." zeke announced, making you giggle and place your hand on top of his blonde locks. although you didn't see the upperclassmen much, you had no problem remembering their names, especially zeke and pieck as you saw them the most.

"right, of course i know your name, zeke." you smiled. "but what's the gathering about eren?" you motioned to the clutter of people, looking towards eren who's eyes were already on you.

zeke was faster than eren, answering the question before him causing eren to narrow his eyes at his older brother. "eren, my favorite brother here wants to take my car to see his mom and my dad."

you laughed at his words, the enunciation on the last part of his sentence making eren's eye twitch. "first of all i'm your only brother." eren said, rolling his eyes.

"and you guys share the same dad." you grinned as zeke nodded his head at your clarification, another burst of laughter being let out by you and pieck who shook her head at zeke's antics.

"hi, _____, it's been a while since i've seen you." pieck said, waving her hand as well, her head laid down against the surface below her.

"hey, pieck," you slid down onto the bench taking a seat beside her, porco's hand snaking around her back instinctively. "yeah it has, but that's because you're a year above me." pieck chuckled and nodded her head.

"precisely..." she hummed, moving a strand of raven black hair out of her face, eyes trained in the direction ymir and historia walked off. "who were the girls giving eren the dirty eye?"

your eyes followed pieck's. "oh, historia... and ymir." of course, her out of everyone would notice that. you silently praised pieck for being so observant. you looked up at eren to see him avoiding your gaze, his bouncing left to right.

"what did eren do this time?" zeke asked you, propping his head up on his palm as if he was genuinely interested in the conversation, although you were sure it was just to make fun of eren. pieck gave a confused look, her eyebrows coming together as she glanced between the brothers and you.

"more like what did the girls do to eren." yelena said calmly, a bored expression present on her face, her arms crossed leaning forward on the table.

you averted your stare at eren and propped your arms up on the table like yelena. "well, the blonde girl likes eren and they were talking or something, and um... he was messing with some one else at the same time. she's not happy about that, even though i told her not to mess with him."

"so what i'm hearing is it's her fault for messing with him after you told her not to? lesson learned." yelena scoffed, her large eyes portraying a mocking sorrowful expression.

eren shifted uncomfortably at the new eyes on him, letting out an exasperated sigh. "listen,"

"eren, you really can't defend yourself here." zeke cut him off, eyes widening to poke at eren's expense.

"i didn't know she liked me!" eren blurted out, hands flying out from his sides.

"so your brother's a dumbass too?" porco snorted, eren glaring at him with a huff, crossing his arms back.

"pock—" pieck started, being cut off by eren's rising tone.

"i'm not kidding, i didn't know!"

"so you didn't know a girl who you fucked and kept texting you after had feelings for you?" your retort was quick, head inching forward as your eyes narrowed at eren as if he was dumb causing eren to glare at you too, his lips in a thin line at your statement before placing his hand out for zeke to place the keys in his hand.

"okay, whatever, let's go."

"someone's upset." pieck added before placing her hand on your shoulder. "bye, _____, see you at the club tonight?"

"club?" your ears perked. oh, the club. as well as vacation for spring break, majority of your first and second years decided to takeover a club not too far from campus before people left off for their families. you had already packed a dress for the event when you packed your bags last night alongside eren. the event had just slipped your mind. "oh, yeah, yeah. if eren still want's to go."

zeke slapped the keys in eren's hand, you getting up from the bench with a wave to the remaining three, going to stand beside eren. zeke stood up as well, bringing you into a suffocating hug, his beard grazing your forehead before pulling back with a pat to your shoulder. "well, see you. tell miss carla i said hello because eren won't."

you smiled at zeke before eren grabbed your hand with his free one, giving it a small tug. "don't worry, i will zeke."

with a small "c'mon," from eren, he began pulling you away, you trailing after the boy until the two of you reached zeke's parked car. "you really need to get your own car." you murmured to eren as he opened the back door for you to throw your bag in, alongside his, then the passengers side before walking around to the drivers.

"nah, zeke's is good for now." eren slid into the driver's seat, adjusting the chair before starting the car, giving you a one over to make sure you were comfortable, noticing the way your face shriveled up at the smell of the car. "smells like cigarretes?" he asked you, a small smile upturning on his face, his expression almost softening.

you turned your head towards him with a reciprocating smile at his observation. "yeah, but it's okay. your mom's house isn't too far anyways." eren pulled out of the parking lot, letting your last statement resonate in the air while he watched for cars behind him, hand on the back of the head of your seat, brows furrowed in concentration while you opened up your phone, scrolling through your socials. you noticed the party tonight was the talk of today, almost everyone of your mutuals on your feed talking about it. it didn't sound too bad, and you didn't mind going either, getting to see your friends was enjoyable. "so we're going to that party?"

eren's eyes shot to your face from the rear view mirror, lingering for a little before going back to the road ahead. "as long as you want too— i mean, i want to. why? you don't have something to wear? i thought we packed last night."

"dummy, i'm just confirming with you. i have something to wear, you literally watched me pick out my clothes."

eren stayed silent for a couple minutes while beginning to grin at you unconsciously. "yeah, i saw it, the dress. i was gonna say you could borrow one of my moms if you didn't have one." he joked, looking to you to watch you give him a raise of your brow and an upturn of your lip.

"you're such an idiot." you looked back down to your phone to switch apps. "who's gonna be there that i know? i know sasha will probably go, i haven't seen her lately."

"me." eren said matter of factly, not even looking your way for a reaction.

you rolled your eyes, hitting him on the shoulder lightly. "i'm serious."

"im serious too."

"eren!" you whined his name, his look fixing on you again at the sound of his name before shifting away just as quickly.

"you know, the usual... sasha will probably be there, armin probably wants to see annie or something... connie... maybe jean, or reiner or whatever."

"or whatever." you mocked eren, lowering your tone to try to get his voice spot on, causing him to slap your thigh hard, you yelping and dropping your phone to rub at the abused spot, your leer shooting daggers at eren. "i'm telling carla when we get there."

eren only laughed, bringing his hand back to your thigh and moving your hand to soothe the supple skin with a flitting rub while you pouted at him. "she'd hurt me if i hurt you."

"you did!" your voice raising slightly, hand moving his away but not before pinching the skin on top causing him to hiss.

"sorry." his hand returned to your hand sitting on your leg, giving it a small squeeze of reassurance while he studied your face just in case you had a negative reaction.

you let his palm linger, the feeling almost comforting, and... and what? you couldn't pinpoint it, but for the majority of the rest of the ride, his hand stayed until he had no choice but to remove it when steering. a sense of anxiousness was relieved when he did, but you couldn't figure out why.

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"go inside, i'll get our bags, my mom will be happy to see you." eren said, signaling to his front door with your hand, and you nodded walking to the small house. a sense of nostalgia was washed over you. you vaguely remembered coming over to eren's house so often and spending so much time with him, mikasa and armin. of course, mikasa being so busy with her own studies could only visit so much, but there were many times she came back to visit alongside you and eren, armin occasionally visiting as well although he had family to go back to as well. you and eren constantly did almost everything together, from indulging in video games he used to side eye you for wanting to play with him, to helping his mom in the kitchen with a grumble from eren, to getting into heated arguments and having to sit on the couch with carla since eren would kick you out of his room, only to be scolded by carla only minutes later. it was all enjoyable memories, even the arguments, and thank goodness to the closeness of the college to eren's old house. you were able to visit and relive those memories so often, a sense of warmth washing over you each and every time.

not only were you thankful for the proximity of carla's house, but you were thankful for her constant efforts to keep you and eren close. she was the one who suggested requesting a shared dorm, the one who constantly asked eren to bring you over, the one that never failed to ask about you every time she called eren. if you and eren ever lost your bond she'd be the first to know.

you walked up the steps, the door already unlocked as carla anticipated your arrival. as soon as you opened the door the significant scent of linen and apple flooded your nose, along with whatever she was cooking up. the mass of carla's dark hair was in your line of sight once you turned your head to the side, her body stood in front of the stove, and she whipped her own head around hazel eyes almost bulging out there head when she spotted your figure at the front door. "_____!" she exclaimed, immediately dropping the pan she was holding back onto the stove and rushing to you, embracing you in a loving hug. "my baby, i missed you so much! eren brought you!"

and eren, always on time stepped in behind you, his tall figure towering over you and his mom with two bags in his hand.

"and my real baby, oh i missed you both so much." carla pulled away giving you chaste kisses on side of your face, her long eyelashes fluttering against your skin as she cradled your jaw with her nimble fingers. her apron decorated around her waist smelled of fresh cooking, but her perfume lingered as well giving off a haze of peppermint.

she moved towards eren, her hands cupping his face and pressing a kiss to his cheek as well, moving her fingers to tug on his ear playfully before drifting down to his shoulder, patting his chest then pulling the bags out of his hand. "mom—" eren murmured, twisting his face at his mom's protectiveness as she dragged the bags out of his hand, going over to place them beside the staircase before coming back over, hands clasped in front of her guests.

"no, you just came, no need to try to put stuff away yet." carla said with a cheery smile, still elated at the arrival of the two of you. "i'm so glad you're here, i just finished cooking so let's all sit and eat before you try to do anything else." she began walking back towards the pan she left on the stove, head turned back with a knowing look at eren who would try to go put the bags upstairs. "come sit." and you and eren made your way to the round dining table, four seats present, yet only three would be filled.

"where's dad?" eren asked as he sat down, pulling the chair out for you first while you fiddled with your fingers, watching carla plate the lunch she prepared.

carla's movements slowed as she sat in thought for a couple seconds. "oh... he's at work, like always you know." eren looked down, nodding his head.

"so how's school going?" carla asked, heading over to place down a bowl. "chicken pasta salad, it's good, eat." she used her head to motion towards the food.

"it's going good, luckily i don't have that heavy of a workload like others, it's bearable, but of course still hard." you replied, as she brought over plates and cutlery, setting them down in front of eren and you, both of you immediately scooping some pasta onto your plates.

"and you, eren?"

"it's fine, mom."

"how about football? is that going good?"

"yeah, it's good too." you winced at eren's lack of effort in the conversation, hitting his elbow with your own, him giving you a confused expression before he placed his full fork in his mouth.

"zeke told me to tell you hi." you told carla as she came to sit in front of the two of you, plating her own food, eyes widening at the mention of zeke's name.

"really?"

"yeah."

"well then how's zeke doing too then?"

"i don't know, i don't see him much, eren could probably tell you." you gave eren the opportunity to talk, looking at him to cue him to say something while you took another forkful of the pasta.

"he's probably fine too, i don't see him much either." eren replied with a shrug of his shoulders, picking at his food, and you sighed.

"how's sharing a dorm going? i hope eren's not too much, i know he can be a ruckus."

"it's good too, he's a better roommate than i thought he'd be at first." you let out a small laugh, remembering eren's old antics, how messy his room used to be, the dark green of his walls and the miscellaneous decorations he used to have sprung around. you couldn't wait to go upstairs and check that out again. "he's still a little messy—"

"but she always nags me to clean up so that doesn't matter." eren cut you off before you could attempt to compliment him and you rolled your eyes.

"i wasn't gonna say anything bad. yeah he cleans up a little more now but i always have to pick up a sock or something. plus, i'm the one who has to clean up before someone comes to visit. like mikasa or armin or something." you chose not to mention the countless girls that'd come in and out too.

carla pursed her lips looking up at eren with a slightly disappointed look. "you always have to keep your workspace and your room clean, eren. especially in the presence of others, i didn't tell you that all the time for no reason."

"i know, i know, mom."

"no you don't because if you did you'd keep your area clean in respect for ______." carla placed more of her food in her mouth with a shake of her head before moving her failing ponytail to her back from her shoulder, then looking up at you. her doe eyes were just like eren's, he was the spitting image of her and it's one reason why you could never forget her face. "how's mikasa and armin?"

"they're good too, mikasa couldn't come this time, she has too much going on i guess— but she's fine!" a slight moment of worry crossed carla's face, eyebrows turning up and lips frowning as she twirled her fork in the food in front of her.

"hopefully she can come next time, tell her to relax. poor girl, always has so much on her plate. i remember when she used to be here she constantly had to do eren's chores for him, what a doll."

eren scratched his head, looking down at his almost empty plate. "i did work too, she didn't do everything for me."

carla ignored eren's add on."and armin?"

eren answered before you could. "he's good too."

"i hope so, he's such a sweet boy." carla hummed. "so how long are you guys staying? and how long's your break?"

"only a week, we'll be here for this weekend cause zeke is gonna need his car back." your plate was almost finished as well, fork scraping against the ceramic.

"yeah, but later today we're heading back up to go to a party." eren said nonchalantly, eyeing his fork as he spun it in his hand.

"i hope that's okay with you— if you don't want us to go we don't have to." you hastily added in consideration for carla, eren's green eyes narrowing at you with a small frown. he clearly wanted to have some fun tonight.

"no, no! that's perfectly fine, you'll be here for the whole weekend, i'll let you kids have your fun." carla smiled. "i'm just glad you came earlier than waiting until after the party cause i know you'll get back late and i'll probably be sleeping. who's birthday is it?"

"it's not a birthday." eren stuffed the last of his food in his mouth, chewing before continuing. "just a spring break party before everyone goes home."

"oh? so that's what you do in college nowadays?" carla laughed, peering at eren's plate, content that he finished his food. you joined her in laughing, ushering yourself to finish up as well, knowing eren might get impatient with your pace at eating.

"i guess. there are parties all the time. but how have you been?"

carla beamed at your asking. "i'm good! nothing much, i wait for grisha to come home, although i'm usually just here alone. i have my hobbies though, i'm fine. i've been trying to make friends with the neighbors too, they have some younger kids that are enjoyable." as you listened to carla you finished your food as well, her getting up to gather the empty plates and take them to the sink. "thank you for asking, _____. eren, honey can you put the top on the pasta and put it in the fridge? i'll make dinner later just in case you want something else when you get home tonight."

eren pushed his seat back, standing up to do as his mom said, wandering towards the fridge. "that's fine, we should just give you a break, we'll eat the pasta again when we get back, you can just relax, right eren?" you said, watching carla and eren maneuver around the kitchen while you got up to wash your hands at the sink beside carla.

"yeah that's cool too. you don't have to cook mom."

carla pouted endearingly at the two of you with an "awe," leaving her lips. "the two of you are so sweet. i'll clean up, you can go upstairs now." and with that you and eren left her to her own devices, eren grabbing the bags at the stairs and almost pushing you up the stairs.

"that was good, i'm full." you sighed, as you walked beside eren down the hall until he opened the door to his old room. the walls were still a muddy green, a decision you're sure he probably regret now. miscellaneous posters decorated his wall, an oak desk sat idle in the corner of his room beside a collection of simple books. his bed was made, navy comforter sprawled out on the bed and plump pillows sitting pretty. his bed was big enough for the two of you to share, but carla always asked if you wanted to sleep in mikasa's room when you came. you always declined. "look at your certificates." you pointed to the certificates framed on the wall as eren set the bags down on the floor beside his desk.

"shut up." eren grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards his bed until you collapsed onto it beside him. “'m tired." he groaned, his face down into the cover below him, arm slumped over your waist where you laid. you were going to pester eren about his situation with historia, but you decided to leave him alone for the time being.

"you can take a nap before we leave."

eren turned his head to the side so his cheek was smushed against the bed instead, looking at your form, your head pointed towards the ceiling. "you wanna take one with me?"

you faced eren, giving him a stank face before poking his cheek. "just cause you're tired doesn't mean i am. i'll lay here though, i'll wake you up when we should start getting ready." you slipped your phone out of your pocket to check the time. "you have until like five thirty-ish. it's four."

eren squeezed your side, that same anxious feeling rising as he did so, pulling you a little closer, eyes shutting. "take a nap with me."

"no."

"c'mon."

"eren, i'm not tired." he opened his eyes again, piercing green blue hues staring at you head on. he removed his arm from around you, picking his head up and scooting up to his pillow, now facing away from you with a huff. "whatever, i'll wake you up later." he didn't respond, and around fifteen minutes after, once he was asleep you got up from the bed.

shuffling downstairs, you turned the corner to the living room, seeing carla seated on the couch watching tv. "hi, mrs. carla." you said lowly, her head turning back fast as usual, and simpering when she saw your face.

"you're okay?" her hand moved to find the remote, turning down the volume on the tv as you came to sit beside her. her soft hand found yours, grasping it. "enjoying the stay so far, right?"

"of course. eren's sleeping so i wanted to keep you some company."

"that's too sweet of you. he's doing fine too, right?"

"yeah, probably just tired from staying up all night. he was up pretty late yesterday." you reminisced on the small argument you had with eren just the previous night before, you pestering him about his reluctance to sleep, him making you irritable being on the phone with who knows in the dead of the night.

carla nods her head in understanding. "so tell me more about the party."

you look up to the ceiling in thought as she rubbed your knuckles. "well, eren wants to go more than me. i wouldn't have minded staying here if he wanted too, but i guess he wants to see some people."

'hm, are you going to see some people?" she wiggled her shoulders in a taunting manner, and you chuckled in response.

"nope, just gonna chill."

"well... don't get too drunk or anything. i want my babies safe...” she looked at you with large eyes, curiousity present on her face. “are you seeing someone?" she asked abruptly.

you were slightly caught off-guard by the question, but were a little glad carla felt so comfortable basking in your private life. "we won't, don't worry. but um, no i'm not."

"i see... is eren? anything he's not telling me?" you pondered, not wanting to tell too much about eren's own personal relationships despite it being his mom. i mean— would you want someone telling your mom about you breaking girls hearts? you decided to enlighten her a little bit, make her feel like she was somewhat apart of eren's romantic life.

"he doesn't tell me much either, to be honest. i guess he's just trying his luck with girls. he has no problem catching their attention anyways, so i don't think you have to worry much about that."

carla looked at you, an unreadable expression visible on her face through the small moment of silence. she let go of your hand, putting hers back in her lap. "i'm glad you know it too." she half joked, looking to her lap. "... trying his luck?"

you shrugged your shoulders, feeling a tad bit uncomfortable, letting your hand come up to scratch at your jaw. "something like that... i don't know, he's just doing his own thing."

carla's eyes darted back and forth between you and her legs, trying to find something to say, mouth opening and closing every time she thought she had came up with the right words. "_____, i really like you, and enjoy your presence you know. you're really great to eren, i appreciate that. i want you to keep looking out for him, i want the best for him. whatever he has going on, help him figure it out, be the best version of himself as possible."

your words were so vague but you felt like she saw right through them. her words were so vague and you had trouble deciphering them.

"... of course, yeah, i'm looking out for him, he's my bestfriend."

"yeah... that's also true." carla sighed, and you hope she didn't notice the confusion that crossed your face for a brief moment.

saving you from the slightly awkward silence, carla turned the volume up on the television, the two of you sitting and watching whatever was present on screen.

soon enough, eren's foot steps were heard, both you and carla turning your head to see eren standing at the bottom of the steps, and irritated tired look on his face. he rubbed at his eyes, moving away some of the stray hairs in his face before slapping his palm back down to his thigh.

"what are you doing?" his voice was rumbly and deep from sleep, tone impatient.

"talking to your mom?" your response was more of a question, carla patting your thigh for you to get up.

"its six thirteen."

"i left my phone upstairs with you, grumpy." you glanced to carla. "he's always like this when he wakes up."

"i can recall." a chuckle left her lips as she shooed you away. "the two of you can get ready."

so you followed eren back upstairs, toeing behind him until you got to his room. you scurried to get your attire and products from your bag, and with your belongings in hand, you went off to the bathroom to get ready and give eren his own privacy.

soon enough you were dressed and freshened up. your strapped blush silk dress adorned with ruches up the side hugged every curve of yours, while your hair sat pretty. you sighed in content, grabbing your perfume bottle and spritzing yourself, the smell of vanilla engulfing your senses. you looked at yourself in the mirror appreciating the way you looked, your lips glossed, and your earrings dangled just above your shoulders.

from the mirror view you could see eren come in behind you, his eyes trailing down your body from your reflection in the mirror. you didn't bother facing him, only stepping slightly to the side to take a look at him as well, a plain black shirt on his upper half, accompanied by black jeans as well, and some sneakers. his pendant hung in his hand, gold watch to match on his left wrist. of course, he never did much to his hair, as it was still pulled back in the same ponytail from before his nap.

"sit down on the toilet." eren side eyed you before sitting on the lid of the toilet, you coming up in front of him to pull the hair tie out of his hair. "your hair's a mess, and i'll put the necklace on."

surprisingly, no complaints from eren arose, he sat quiet as you carded your fingers through his brown locks, pulling his hair back into a neater bun, flyaways still decorating his face in a more purposeful manner. hair tickled the back of his hair as well, but you liked the messy look. you grabbed the pendant from his rough hands, unclasping the back before putting it around his neck, him leaning forward to give you a better angle while he stared down at your feet. "better."

eren looked over you from where he sat on the toilet seat, a calm face present. "aren't you gonna get cold? or your feet might hurt." he pointed to your white heels detailed with clear.

"i'll be fine," you dusted his shoulder before he stood up, once again towering over you, seemingly more intimidating now that he stood straight up. "i have a jacket that i'll put in the car."

you and eren made your way back downstairs, your jacket and phone now in hand, eren likewise. carla practically gasped at the sight of you two, her eyes growing like saucers at your attire. "you guys look so cute!" she came over, taking your hands into hers. "all grownup."

"mom..." eren exasperated, grabbing your wrist to pull you more towards the front door, away from carla.

"eren, it's okay," you pulled out of his grip, turning back towards her. "thank you so much."

carla smiled, heading towards eren. "and my handsome boy," she swiped at his shirt, making sure there were no dust particles on it much like you had did earlier, then tugging at the key pendant on his neck, straightening the necklace. "you guys be safe, i love you."

eren placed his hand over his mom's, moving it down from the chain and back into her own vicinity. "yeah, love you too." his hand made a 'come on' gesture, and with a tilt of his head, you were following him again. "let's go."

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"eren, wait." he didn't hear you, still making his way around the crowd of bodies, annoyance creeping up in your veins as you tried to keep up with him. "eren!" still, no response, only him still moving forward making you groan in annoyance. you rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time, and let them land on the bar next to you. "hitch!" you called out, her and the blonde next to her turning towards the sound of her name being called, who you soon recognized as annie.

hitch waved you over excitedly, almost bouncing in her seat at the sight of you. you made your way over, sitting beside her as she pulled you into a tight hug. "____, hey! didn't really think you'd be here."

"why not?" you hummed, bartender looking your way to see if you would hint that you wanted a drink.

"not sure, i just thought you'd be chilling in your room right about now. i was just telling annie about some boys, there's a lot of cute ones here if you want to get some."

"i'm good." you peered down at her drink, clear liquid detailed with greenery, a lime sitting on the side of the glass. "what are you drinking?"

"a mojito," hitch wiggled her eyebrows as she recalled the drink in a sing song voice. "wanna try it?" she pushed it towards your lips. you shrugged your shoulders sipping at her straw without a care. the drink stung a bit, your face twisting as you shook your head.

"i'll just get a martini. what's annie drinking?"

"dunno, probably water." hitch moved a piece of her hair behind her ear, glancing at the clear liquid in front of annie. "oh, yeah. like i was saying..." her voice trailed off to you as you began to talk to the bartender, ordering yourself a martini.

you sipped on your drink, only half listening to hitch. every time she tried to confirm that you were listening by going "right, _____?" you would nod your head even if you couldn't remember the last thing she said.

"_____, _____!" a familiar raspy voice was calling your name, pulling you out of your thoughts. you, hitch and annie once again looked towards the source of the sound, sasha's hand outstretched in your direction as she came forward, dragging along connie. "hey, you're here!"

you shot sasha a smile, putting down your drink and embracing her into a side hug, waving at connie as well. "hey, sash! yeah, how'd you know?"

"i went to go find connie so he could buy me a drink, and i saw eren and asked if you were here too. he said you didn't know where you were though, but what a coincidence." sasha made herself comfortable in the seat beside you, connie staying standing as there were no more seats to the left of sasha. "what's that?" she pulled your martini forward, putting it to her lips with no hesitance, beaming at the taste. "this, what's this?"

you laughed at sasha's antics, her presence making the event at hand all the more better, you missed hanging out with her, only having night classes with her the semester before. "it's a martini."

"yeah, connie, get me this!" connie let out a sigh and went to the other side of the bar where there was seating to comfortably order and wait for sasha’s drink. "he's so nice, i literally forgot my wallet, and that would've been so tragic if they had some good food here." sasha hummed, reluctantly pushing your drink back over in front of you. "how long have you been here?"

"not for long," you responded, taking another sip of your drink. "maybe like thirty minutes or so, eren left me like as soon as we got here so i've just been sitting with hitch and annie." you gestured to the girls beside you, hitch engaging annie in more conversation who almost forcibly listened, seeming to care less, although hitch told her anyways, getting the occasional nod from the blonde.

"oh, i've been here for like an hour now, i met this really cute boy. i don't know his name but he's blonde, and cute, like really cute." she clasped her hands together at the thought of the boy. "i danced with him, he was so nice, i need to find him again tonight." when connie returned with her drink she thanked him profusely, hugging his arm dramatically before letting him go so he could return to his other friends, waving off to you once more.

"well, find out his name maybe."

"i had it, i just forgot!" she pondered. "i think it started with an m, or an n or something, i don't know." you laughed again, taking another drink of the beverage in front of you ice basically being left in the glass, sasha beginning to drink hers as well. "you should come out to the floor and dance, it's literally so fun. plus, everyone else would probably wanna see you. historia is here! jean is too, and like— some other people."

"are you gonna finish your drink first?" you had no problem going out to dance, although you rather just watch from the outside.

"i'll take it with me. is that a yes? c'mon!" sasha exclaimed, picking her drink off the table and pulling you from your seat. you and sasha made your way through the surplus of bodies until you felt the surface under your heels change. you didn't see anyone you knew but you were sure sasha did as she perked up then looking back at you. "there's the boy, look!" you followed her direction of sight a boy with a middle part, blonde strands flopping at the sides of his forehead. he was cute for sasha, and the joy that glowed on her face made you smile.

you truly did miss her, and the excitement she brought into your own life, coercing you to go out to eat with her, begging to come over after classes despite it being night, and pushing you to attend parties and events.

"can i go over to him?" sasha begged, tightening her hold on your arm before making puppy dog eyes. "look," and with her finger she pointed towards a connie, him speaking while moving back and forth to the song playing loudly, music filling your ears. "connie is over there, i'll take you over." you sighed but couldn't help but cast a smile at her, her hickory ponytail bouncing as she took you over to connie.

connie was in the midst of talking to jean, who you recognized right off the bat, his ash brown hair scaping his neck, eyebrows lifting when he saw you approach with your friend. "connie— and jean, hey, jean. look who's here." connie glanced at you, then to sasha.

"i saw her earlier." he said, pausing from talking, his movements slowing. "but, hey again, _____." connie punched your shoulder lightly in a joking manner.

"well, i didn't," jean's hand rested on his chest as he spoke before pulling you into a hug moving the drink in his hand to the side as he did so, cheesing at you. "hey, _____. when did you get here?"

"when eren got here, if you've seen him."

jean's smile disappeared, an "oh," leaving his mouth blankly. "you look nice. how's everything?"

you stepped forward, closer to jean and connie as sasha left your side to go talk to the mystery boy. you grinned at the compliment, showing your appreciation. "thanks... i'm good, how about you?" you only really heard about jean through eren and sasha, also seeing him around campus more often than not. he was good company for the times you've been around him, but you and mikasa had to constantly get him out of scuffles with eren although they were pretty good friends.

"good, that's good. i'm good too. you're just now getting on the floor?"

"yeah, thanks to sasha. why? you wanna dance with me or something?" you joked, nudging jean's shoulder, earning a small laugh from connie as well that you could barely hear.

"jean you better watch it, this my girl." connie interrupted playfully, snaking his hand around your waist and pulling you closer in spite of jean. jean glared at connie before letting his drink run down his throat again, adam's apple bobbing.

"yeah, yeah, _____, wanna dance?" you complied, connie letting go of you and off to do his own thing as you came more up to jean, moving side to side with him as you mouthed the lyrics to the song. you relished in your movements, being able to loosen up and just dance, jean fluently following your movements as well, frequently mumbling the lyrics he knew. when granted you turned around letting your back hit jean's chest, his lip upturning as he looked down at you, watching you do your own thing. his free hand came down to your side to hold you in place as you danced, feeling the song playing. he studied your face from what he could see, noticing how carefree and relaxed you look. "looks like you needed a night out." he said loudly so you could hear.

"i guess. it's just nice to be able to see all of you at once, just letting myself live a little, especially since i don't get out a lot."

"you really don't. you should talk to sash more, have her bring you to some more parties or something like you used to always come to."

you bent over slightly, only so that you were no longer pressed flush against jean, letting your rear grind against him a bit. "you miss me? you can invite me out too you know, just depends if i'm feeling it that day or not."

"so you're asking me to text you more?" jean took your movements lightly, hand still resting at your side, his own body surprisingly cool albeit your actions, continuing to drink the beverage at hand.

you snorted picking yourself back up and adjusting your dress, swaying your hips once more. "jean kirschstein; always a flirt." jean and you both laughed, and he tapped your hip before gesturing towards the bar.

"you know it— but, i'm gonna get a refill, you enjoy yourself." jean began walking away, pep in his step and you chuckled to yourself, standing around until you took it upon yourself to find someone else you knew.

you walked slowly, looking for a familiar face, sasha almost nowhere to be found. you contemplated going back to the bar to sit down with hitch and annie again, or go converse with jean again, but you spotted armin wandering around almost aimlessly in the crowd as well, your face lighting up at the sight. "armin!" you called out, and thank goodness for his sharp ears, the blonde turning around almost immediately at the sound of his name. his smile was large and he came over,

"______!"

you brought armin into a side hug, a funny look on your face. "armin, hey. you looking for someone?" you asked, referring to his walking around just seconds before you called for him. the blonde scratched the back of his neck, nodding his head with a nervous laugh. "yeah, um... annie, i was looking for annie." your mouth dropped into an 'o', eyebrows lifting up in surprise. you remember eren foreshadowing that armin would be there for annie, and it made you giggle.

"annie?" you smirked, watching his eyes dart around the club, avoiding your eyes. "well, i think she's at the bar talking to hitch. want me to come with?" you weren't planning on grabbing another drink, as you could already feel some of the alcohol buzzing through, but you of course weren't drunk, and you needed it to stay that way.

you felt a hard slap of a hand on your shoulder, whipping your head back to see sasha all bugged eye standing behind you, a concerned expression crossing your face. armin, noticing the drift of your attention gave a curt nod. "no, it's fine, i'll find her." then walking off in the direction of the small bar.

"_____, guess what, guess what!" sasha exclaimed, turning you around by your shoulder, her cheeks high from smiling hard, face flushed from the countless drinks you assumed she must've had since you saw her, another one present in her hand as you spoke. you could only wonder who bought her it.

"hi, yes sash, what's up?"

"the guy— he's literally so cute, and guess what!" she repeated, eager to have you try to guess her next statement.

"um what? you got his number?"

she profusely shook her head, bangs whipping back and forth as she stabled herself on your shoulder, pulling down the dress she was wearing before leaning into your ear. "he can cook too, he told me he's a chef, i mean can you believe that? i don't even know if i want to take him home." she giggled before pulling away, eyes going up to the ceiling in thought. "i should probably get his number too, shouldn't i?"

"well if you're not gonna take him home then you should probably get that now."

"oh, no," her hand paused on your chest while she took a swig of the alcohol in hand. "i'm taking him home for sure, i just got to get the number too, he's so sweet!"

sasha's energy was a lot, her eyes darting around once more. "look, eren's coming over," she pointed with her drink behind you and you turned back to indeed see eren heading over to the two of you, his eyes pointed down at his feet as he watched his step around the excess bodies of sweaty people clashing around him, careful not to step on any feet. "i'm gonna go use the bathroom because i really have to pee, then i'm gonna get his number, ok?" sasha said, you saying an "okay," as she stumbled away to find the bathrooms.

just as she stepped away, eren stepped forward, him placing his hand on your lower back to push you more towards him and get you away from other people. "hey," he said in a louder tone for you to hear.

"hey." your feet moved with eren's as you noticed he was side stepping in an effort to dance less awkwardly, making you hold back a laugh.

"are you enjoying the party?"

"yeah, its nice. i've seen a lot of people so far."

eren peered down at you, eyeing you with another indecipherable look, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip and his eyes squinting slightly. he moved his hand to your side in effort to turn you around, leaning down to your ear. "enjoy yourself a little more, dance with me, i haven't seen you all night."

you looked at eren, his head near your ear causing the deviate hairs on the side of his head to tickle you. "i am... and that's your fault, you left me almost as soon as we got here."

eren ignored your last statement, pressing his palm to the dimples of your back. "lower." he droned, curiosity crossing his face as he wondered if you would comply or not, although he was just messing around.

"eren!" you slapped his arm, another foreign feeling coursing your skin as he tittered in your ear before pulling back.

"what? you're my bestfriend, i'm just messing, plus you'd be at like— my legs anyways." eren gave you a testing gaze, watching you lift a brow up at his slick words. with courage, you challenged eren, pushing back on him a little more, letting your backside brush against him in the slightest playfully. eren's hand stiffened on your side before he turned you back around.

"did you feel that in your legs?" you didn't think eren would take you seriously. you could play around with each other like that, and sometimes you did.

"woah, stop..." he let out a shaky laugh, it sounding more like a huff of breath. "uh, i'm gonna go head over for another drink... do you want one too? i'll pay." his voice came out almost in a pleading manner, but you shook your head brushing him off.

"it's cool, one of us has to stay sober— i wouldn't want you crashing zeke's car either, he'd kill you."

"whatever... but, you sure?"

"yes, i'm sure... i'm gonna go find somewhere to sit anyways, i'm kind of sick of standing."

"i told you your feet were gonna hurt."

"i didn't say they hurt, i said i was sick of standing, stupid. go get your drink." you pushed eren forward a little bit, him looking over you one more time before letting you go, heading in the direction of the same bar almost everyone you had encountered had sat at at least once today.

you wanted to find somewhere to sit, and it wasn't too hard, a broad seating area with small lounge couches and seating in the corner of the club, and sitting one of the couches was pieck, surveying the area, a peaceful expression on her face as she sat with porco. you mentally high fived yourself for spotting another one of your acquaintances, striding over, watching pieck's face practically glow at your arrival, porco not caring much. "pieck," you held your hands out, gesturing to the dark haired girl. "comes to a party, and lays down with porco for half of it."

"so you finally found me." was the first thing she said, intertwining one of her hands with yours and pulling you down to sit with her, laughing at you. "i was out there earlier, and now i'm drinking. pock here wouldn't even let me be out there for too long if i wanted too."

"and let those filthy hands touch you? damn right." he grumbled, arm swung around the back of the seat the three of you were seated on.

"see? pock; forever the life of the party." pieck mimics your earlier tone, using her hands to gesture out like you before the two of you burst into fits of laughter. "but, i saw you being the life of the party and dancing out there."

you scoffed. "barely, i danced with only a couple people, that's all."

"sasha, jean, eren." she leaned forward, bumping you with her hand that held her drink.

"why'd you say eren like that?"

pieck looked to porco, almost snorting at your obliviousness before looking back at you. "he was watching you when you were getting down with jean, then you kind of... got down with him too." her eyes got wide mockingly, before she giggled at her own words, downing some of her alcohol.

"barely," you said again. "i'm just friend's with both of them— and jean is just naturally flirty i guess. i'm just chilling, like you."

porco looked over at your last sentence, eyeing pieck with a muddled guise, her catching on before lightly rubbing his hand that sat on his thigh in security. "not chilling like that, pock, she means i'm just sitting around."

"i'm not stupid, i knew that."

another burst of short lived laughter from you and pieck, porco rolling his eyes at the two of your antics. "well eren and jean are over there now."

you glanced over at the direction of pieck's gaze, spotting eren seated beside armin and annie, and a new face you didn't even see all night, historia talking to eren with a black haired girl next to her, arms crossed. jean stood on the other side of them, leaning on the counter seeming to be listening intently. something seemed off about the conversation but eren seemed to be nonchalant about it so you didn't think twice. "so annie was still at the bar? i guess hitch left her." you said mostly to yourself, recalling when you told armin where the stoic girl was earlier that evening.

"yeah," pieck still heard you. "look at annie and armin," she used her drink to gesture towards the two.

"cute, almost makes me want to get in a relationship, surrounded by all these lovebirds." you said jokingly, specifically aiming your sentence to pieck and porco next to you, and not so much annie and armin as you weren't even sure if they dated.

"i could pluck a couple candidates for you."

"who?"

"i don't think you'd like my answer."

you shook your head at pieck, only letting the comment linger on your mind for a bit before letting your eyes wander back to historia and eren. they seemed to be having a heated conversation from the distance you were at, historia's drink in hand as she spoke to eren, her hands flailing at the same time while eren drank his own, seemingly half-listening. "was historia always here?"

pieck looked ahead to the bar as well. "i'm assuming you mean the blondie from this afternoon? i remember her, but i don't recall seeing her until probably just a couple minutes ago, why? you're gonna go over and say hi?"

"nah, she's a sweetheart though; she'd be happy to see me regardless, but, i think she might be a little annoyed with me because of what happened between her and eren. if i pass her later then yeah."

historia frowned as both her and you, despite your distance watched eren turn around to armin and jean, saying something that made jean burst out laughing and armin and the raven haired girl next to historia's jaw drop. what jean said after was inaudible from where you sat, but you could just see the words "eren," formed on armin's lip. your eyes widened as when eren turned back around historia's hand flew forward, drink wrapped around her fingers letting the contents inside of the cup spill forward onto eren's shirt, the red shade of the liquid seeping into it.

you gasped and pieck did too, her moving her hair out of her face to make sure the events that were splayed out were really happening. "oh my gosh," you muttered, standing up and taking long strides over to the bar.

armin's hand wrapped around eren's wrist, tugging him back before he could lose his temper on the small girl in front of him. "eren, leave it!" you could hear armin say, worry in his tone as eren shook out of his grip. but before he could do anything else in response you were in front of him, your eyebrows furrowed and your hands placed on the front of eren's shirt, avoiding the wet spots as you pushed him backwards a little.

"eren, hey, eren, stop!" you raised your voice slightly, his eyes still trained on historia who you stepped in front of, her stepping back, with the other girl, who you could now tell was mina, but you could only remember her so vaguely, hearing about her from eren more than seeing her more often than not.

eren looked down at you, his expression softening only a tad bit when he saw your own angered one as you tried to calm him down. you twisted your neck back to look at historia with a disappointed look, her looking almost surprised to see you here as well, as if she genuinely didn't know you'd be here. "historia..." you sighed more so to yourself before looking at eren's shirt again.

"_____, i can take him to the bathroom to help him." armin proposed, coming up beside you and examining eren's shirt as well. luckily because of the dark color it only looked like a water stain, but you knew it was irritating eren nonetheless.

"it's fine, i'll take him, thank you arm—"

"no, let's go, get your stuff." eren interrupted you, turning towards the barstool he was sitting on previously to grab his phone. his tone was low and domineering, almost telling you that yes, you were leaving right now, not that you had any complaints; you were already getting tired, hence why you took a seat with pieck.

"um, i left my stuff in the car, and i have my phone." you felt your chest to make sure your device was still tucked away, and it was, eren grabbing your upper arm and for the thousandth time that day, tugging you away. you could only look back with a sorry gaze at armin, noticing jean's still shocked expression, and realization dawning on historia's own face. you would have to shoot pieck a text later that night as well, as you could no longer see her as eren dragged you out the club.

once you took step outside the cold breeze hit your arm, but one of your arm's were still held captive so you couldn't rub your limbs to try and soothe the aching cold, getting annoyed by the way eren was pulling you along with him. "eren, let go." you pulled your arm back, and easier than you thought, your arm slipped out of his grip as the two of you reached the car. this time he didn't open the car door for you, both of you getting into your designated sides simultaneously, eren starting his brother's car again.

"what happened?" you asked almost immediately, eyes still looking down to the splotch of alcohol on his black top. you knew it would turn into a stain without the proper care of the material.

eren basically ignored you, looking over to your side once before beginning to drive off letting silence fall over the two of you. you huffed and looked out the window, resting your head on your palm and just letting eren's temper wash away with the car ride. you'd coerce him to tell you when the two of you got back to carla's house.

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eren unlocked the front door, letting you get inside first. all the lights were shut, his mom most likely sleeping, yet the two of you were still quiet.

eren almost immediately began stripping off his shirt, first starting by placing both of his keys on the counter, alongside his phone, while you placed your own belongings beside his. he took off his tee, pendant slapping against his chest once the shirt was off. you used your right foot to kick off your left heel and did the same with the reciprocating leg.

before he could toss his shirt onto the table chair you reached out, grabbing it and going to flip on the kitchen light, heading over to the sink. eren studied your movements slightly surprised by your immediate efforts to help him, which to him should be no shock; you were always willing to help eren, always one step ahead of him before he could make mistakes, always rushing after him before his mistakes as well.

he came over beside you as you studied the stain, your delicate hands stretching out the fabric to examine it further. "what was she drinking?"

eren looked up from his shirt to your face, you too concentrated on the shirt to notice. "how am i supposed to know?" you gave him a browbeaten stare, him shifting uncomfortably before speaking again. "i don't know... it was something red i think."

"i'm gonna hand wash it and put it in the dryer. next time you wash clothes you can wash it too." you murmured, turning on the sink water before drizzling dish soap onto the black material. eren watched you silently, almost in awe at your domestic movements, your hands moving faintly yet firmly when you scrubbed at his shirt. he decided to break the silence instead of continuing to watch you.

"... i was just talking to armin and jean, and then she came over with her friend."

you immediately scoffed, breathing air through your nose at his last words, not even looking back at eren. "her friend? you know her name eren, i know you do."

eren stared at his shoes, tapping his fingers against the counter he leaned against. "yeah, mina. well they came over, and she was just talking to me like normal—"

"eren." your tone was almost threatening— like a mothers warning. you were glad he finally felt the need to tell you about the events that your mind was pondering on, but the way he sounded like he was attempting to dumb down the story itched you wrong. eren could tell by the tone of your voice that you were slightly upset, and he decided not to push any further.

"well she started talking to me about everything, her and mina were like... interrogating me about the situation, how i... played them," the words felt almost foreign coming from eren's mouth. you could almost see him visibly cringing from the angle he was at beside you. "and then i said something that she took the wrong way, i said it to jean and armin, then she threw her drink at me." the more he talked the lower his voice got until it was merely above a whisper, almost as if the embarrassment was only just dawning on him.

you let the quiet simmer for a little longer, ringing out the fabric in your hand before rolling up the material and making your way to the laundry room, eren following behind like a lost puppy. you brushed your hand against the laundry room door, turning to eren for confirmation that it was the right room if you could remember, and he nodded his head. with a sigh you threw the garment into the dryer, setting it to dry for only twenty minutes then letting the dryer run.

eren once again let his eyes follow you as you stepped in front of him crossing your arms, your brows coming together creating a crease between them, and your eyes squinted at him. "so why'd you do it?"

no response, only emeralds darting around the room to avoid your own strong gaze. you weren't angry, no, as cliché as it is you were merely disappointed— maybe even irritated, and of course confused.

"hm? what'd you get out of hurting them?" you stepped closer, eren making no attempt to step back.

"... i dont know, i—"

"you don't know? you just doing this for fun? cause it's not fun for them, and it's not fun for me when random girls always come up to me, like historia; telling me about what you did." you pointed an accusing finger at his chest. "like, i just don't get it eren." your hand came up to your face as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

eren was almost at loss for words, only being able to listen to you speak, and only able to observe the array of motions that came and went on your face in a single minute, observe how you tapped your foot against the hardwood floor, or the way you tucked your lip between your teeth in frustration every time you took a pause in telling him off.

"eren... i'm not saying she was right for throwing that drink on you, because she's not, but you," another brief pause, and your eyes meeting eren’s, a sympathetic look on them. okay, yeah you weren't mad, you just wanted to know what was going on through eren's head. "you can't keep just doing them girls like that, thinking that nobody's gonna bite back."

"______, i'm sorry..." he didn't want you to be disappointed, he didn't want you to be upset with him. it was some kind of heavy guilt that turned his stomach. he took it upon himself to grab one of your hands, and surprisingly you didn't pull away, his fingers rubbing your knuckles in an attempt to soothe your nerves. "'m sorry,"

"eren, you're apologizing to the wrong person." eren genuinely didn't know what to say, he knew you weren't the person to apologize to but he wanted your forgiveness as well. you let go of his hand moving it to the key around his neck, fiddling with it between your fingers as a mere distraction. he watched your soft fingers move, and it gave him a sense of comfort and fidelity, a warmness in his chest.

"i know..." his tone was filled with culpability, and it made you feel bad despite the position he put your friend in.

"you know, your mom talked to me earlier." you unconsciously slid your hand up his chest to his shoulder. your touch, your touch was enticing to him whether you knew it or not. "she said she wanted me to help you out and help you be the best version of yourself as possible." your other hand went on your hip to steady yourself further, but eren pulled it away and brought it to his other shoulder, you giving them a squeeze that made his stomach flip. "so that's what i'm trying to do, because that's what she wants, and because i love you."

eren practically choked when the words left your lips. not that he's never heard it from you before, no, being his best friend for so long it was such a casual thing to say 'i love you', and it was actually repeated more often than not. but now, why did it feel any different now? "i love you too..." he said hesitantly, bringing his own hands to your forearms, massaging the skin much like he did your thigh the previous morning. "you're not mad right?"

"no, if you can do better for me i won't be." truth being, he'd do anything for you. you let your hands glide up until you were cupping his face, giving his cheek a playful pat to show you weren't mad at him, then coming back down to tug at his chain, like his mom did earlier. "c'mon, let's go get changed."

and it hit him— he was awestruck.

it all made sense, fleeting touches he would give you, the way he relished in your skin on his, wanting you to be in his presence— better yet in his arms. the way your own touch on his; like you putting his necklace on for him, or you fixing his hair, how he would look at you in awe as you did so, how it gave him a sense of calmness. you were always looking out for him, and he didn't realize he was looking out for you too, always a protective grip on you, pulling him along with you, watching you from afar when he had the chance, searching for you when you've been away for too long. and you, when you would check on him, fix his attire, fix his necklace, taking after what you've learned from his mom just showed the mutual bond the two of you had, but the longer the bond stayed cordial, the longer he longed for you more. so when your hand slipped from his necklace and you began to walk around him he couldn't help but whine your name lowly and tug you back towards him, abruptly spinning you back around and letting his hands hold your jaw as he pressed his lips against yours, not considering the impact of the action in that brief moment.

you were caught off guard, the feeling of his full lips on yours felt oddly good, but it wasn't right— no it wasn't right at all to you, but to eren it felt completely right, like you were made for him, his other hand pulling you closer by your waist, the silk material of your dress underneath his hand making him squeeze tighter as if his hand would slip away.

you tried pulling away, and eren could feel it, your reluctance and your hands trying to push him away, but just a little longer, a little more, a little bit more time for his lips to engulf yours, until you both had to pull back for air, your nails leaving crescent moons on his chest from your efforts to push him away from you. he heaved, a croak of your name coming out as you shook your head despite the feeling of the kiss you shared sending the butterflies in your stomach abroad. "eren, no... i can't, you‚"

"no," he was desperate, his voice having that same pleading tone from when he asked you to get a drink with him at the bar. "it's not like that, this is different!"

your eyebrows pointed upwards, something in you did want to believe him but you couldn't. but then again, what would make him want to do that? when did he ever start finding you appealing? was it the kiss just now that made you realize that this wasn't the eren you always tried to take care of? that this wasn't eren jaeger whos ears would get red when his mom would tug on them, or who convinced her to paint his walls an ugly green, or the eren that'd kick you out of his room? this was eren, who grew his hair out to his shoulders, who joined a sports team and gained abs that rippled under his shirt which you finally noticed, eren who would make small sexual innuendos that probably had more lying underneath it than you thought.

this was eren that kissed you, and you kind of wanted to kiss him back.

"i promise." his lips were flushed, much like his face, small wispy hairs from the bun that would never stay put for too long swimming around his face. his palm still lingered on your waist but his other hand was now gripping one of your wrists on his chest. he never knew how to keep his hands to his self, and that only increased now. you didn't even realize he was inching closer, practically begging for more contact. "my mom would kill me if i played you anyways."

and so you let his lips collide with yours again, your mouths moving in synchronization this time around. eren's hands fumbled for the laundry room light before he tapped your thigh signaling you to wrap your legs around his waist. you knew his intentions but you still obliged. he shut the door and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you to the kitchen light, doing the same as the previous room, him carrying you carefully in the dark, taking his time to get upstairs quietly with you in his arms until you both were in his room, him finally settling you down on the bed and turning on a dim lamp on his desk.

"shit," he mumbled watching you splay out in front of him, although your knees were touching as you laid back to hide yourself slightly while eren fumbled taking his shoes off. your dress was sliding up your thighs, and if you opened your legs you were sure eren would get a clear view of the cotton underwear you changed into that morning.

eren didn't want to be too hasty, he wanted to show you that this was gonna be about you and your pleasure, to show you that this wasn't another one of his flings and that you were important, you meant something to him but he just couldn't see it until now. so he towered over you, watching the way you bit your lip anxiously and it made his heart skip a beat, you were so cute, and he always knew so but the thought only audibly hit him now. he massaged your knees, one of his favorite soothing actions to do to you, until he slowly pulled them apart, feeling you tense up. "it's okay..."

so you moved along with him, and likewise, your dress slid up some more, eren pushing it up to your stomach, you lifting your hips to help him do so. he eyed you, making sure you were comfortable, and he couldn't help but lean down to kiss your lips once more, before pushing you further up the bed so he could lean over you. "you want this too, right?"

you nodded your head, letting out a shaky breath as his kisses trailed down your neck, eren using his arms to support himself as he leaned between your legs. you could feel the denim of his black jeans pressing up against you slightly and you clenched, your knees hitting eren's sides. "you gonna let me treat you right, make you feel good?" more kisses down your sternum, until they reached the cleavage of your breasts, eren looking up at you with those recognizable doe eyes, and you pulled his head back up, fingers brushing against his ears.

"yes, eren." his name, his name on your lips never sounded so nice.

eren turned his head sideways to kiss your palm before giving you a boyish smile then tugging at the straps of your dress. "want me to take this off?" he was so verbal, it made you feel so safe and secure. when you nodded your head he began to slowly pull the fabric off of you. he took his time, feeling every inch of your body, every curve beneath his hands, the softness of your flesh against his knuckles. he almost groaned out seeing your body almost bare in front of him. you were so pretty, it almost wasn't fair that it took him this much time to take action. "pretty." he spoke under his breath, but you heard it, and your hand slowly went to your mouth to hide your smile, your other one wrapping around your own waist to hide yourself, and eren caught on, moving your hands. "stop hiding, beautiful."

the compliments went right up your spine, your eyes fluttering as he skipped over your bra and let his kisses head down south, peppering your stomach in them. he let his fingers run up against your sides, eyes looking up to you for a second to make sure you were comfortable to where his hands and mouth were headed. eren's fingers dusted the waistband of your underwear, his teeth grazing the material as well before he pulled back, letting them snap against your skin, you hissing in response. "eren," you whined, feeling yourself grow even slicker from his onslaught.

"yes?" he said almost tauntingly. you could feel his hot breath over your lower abdomen, and you felt like you were being tickled. he decided to be a little slower, moving his hands to your thighs instead, rubbing at them, his fingers ghosting over your skin the closer he got to your heat, and when your mouth dropped open, the smallest moan came out of your mouth when he let his palm rest over you, he couldn't help but rut his length onto your thigh a little through his jeans.

when your legs spread more between him, he took it upon himself to go back down to the same position he was in, holding one of your legs apart by your knee while the other one attempted to pull your panties over your legs. eren was growing excited watching your hips lift up and your underwear fly across the room. his eyes were dark, hungry almost as he watched you try to close your legs again, but his hand was still holding them open as he stared at your glistening cunt. "damn," he breathed out shakily, jade eyes swapping between the view of your face staring at the ceiling in slight nervousness, and your pussy, sitting pretty in front of him, for him. "let me taste you."

you nodded your head almost too fast, and that urged eren on, him settling himself in between your legs. "you're so sexy," his thumb gave your clit a few test rubs watching your hips buck up slightly, and you could feel yourself pulse, aching for more contact, but eren was being painfully slow. he let his thumb drop down lower until it slide between your folds, gathering your slick on the digit, pride filling his body at how much coated his thumb. "you're so wet because of me." way to fill his ego. you rolled your eyes with a small chuckle that made him reciprocate, the childish smile returning on his face.

"stop..." you said, letting your hand fall to your stomach, the small moment of laughter making you a tad bit more comfortable. eren closed his eyes, pressing his tongue against your clit before flipping it and dragging it down to your entrance. before you could even buck your hips up his hand flew to your side, his fingers pressing into your skin, holding your hips in place, a whine leaving your lips that egged eren on. "fuck," the new sensation of his tongue on you, simply sitting on your hole had you wriggling underneath him. he opened his eyes to watch you, your head thrown back on your pillow, mouth agape your hand now kneading at your breast, bra pulled down around you waist, and eren couldn't help but smirk against your throbbing heat.

"you like that?" his lips moved against you and you visibly shuddered, causing eren to chuckle.

"yeah..."

eren pressed a kiss to your clit before finally letting his tongue slip into your hole, a small gasp eliciting from you as you felt yourself clench around the wet muscle. he audibly groaned, the way you tasted and felt around him making him tighten in his pants. he pushed his tongue in and out, relishing in each of your gasps and the moans you tried to hide. he pulled back for a brief moment, bringing his fingers up to spread your lips. "don't hold back, i wanna hear you." and he slid his tongue up your slit before sliding it back in, essentially tongue fucking you, your back arching as much as possible under his restraint.

"eren, fuck— more," you hissed. it felt almost teasing, you needed something bigger, something to fill you up and fuck you good, and the thought alone along with eren's tongue venturing inside of you made you even wetter, and eren could feel it, slurping at your juices. the vibrations made you yelp out, his grip on one side of your hips tightening while he readjusted his fingers in a v-shape to hold your lips apart.

eren gave you a small break, pulling back for a brief moment to let you calm down before gently sucking on your clit. he let his tongue sit on it then went back down, this time taking his index and sliding it into you, a drawled out moan leaving you. your eyes squeezed shut, and no— no, it still wasn't enough, but it felt so good.

eren smiled to himself, seeing you shaking in pleasure, knowing it was him doing so, and let his fingers do some work, kissing up your thighs then nibbling on the skin slightly, your other leg sliding up and down on the bed and your toes curling. he pecked kisses back down your thigh until his lips met your clit again, lapping at it lightly and letting the cold air hit it before pressing his open mouth against it and sucking, small hums of content leaving him.

"i can't," you could feel yourself throb as eren pumped his finger in and out of you, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside of you and you almost cried out, that familiar feeling of an overload of pleasure creeping up on you. "i'm gonna come," and god, did he want to feel you cream all on his mouth.

"gonna come for me?" eren added another finger, feeling you squeeze around him as he continued to thrust them into you, letting his lips come back to lick at your heat as he fingered you faster while his other hand trailed up and down your sides instead of holding them down. you let one of your hands come back down into eren's hair, finding a grip on the brown locks and pushing his head down further, eren humming in content, sucking harder for your pleasure.

"yes, eren, yes!" you blabbered, the heat in your lower abdomen twisting around as you grind against eren's face until your orgasm tumbled over you, your hips stuttering, back arching while eren slipped his fingers out, taking both of your thighs on either side of his head and helping you come down from your climax while he licked at you until you were back calm yet your breathing uneven.

eren pulled off of you with a pop, his eyes meeting yours, but you only looked for a split second before you let them go down to his lips, covered in your wetness, and he smiled, his tongue slipping over his top and bottom lip. "you taste good, that was good..." he climbed over top of you until his fingers were prodding at your lips, asking for entrance so he could have you taste yourself, and you complied, lips parting and his digits slipping in while your tongue swirled around them. he curved his fingers, pushing them further down your throat as far as possible before slipping them out and coming down to kiss you, the taste of you even more apparent as your mouths met. he slipped his tongue in, grabbing your jaw and kissing you fervently, tongues dancing together for a bit before he reluctantly pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours. "good job."

your hands made quick work of pulling off your bra completely despite the ache from keeping your legs apart while eren shifted backwards off the bed as you watched him unzip his jeans, pulling down his pants until he was left in grey boxers. he pulled those down too, his cock slapping against his lower abdomen without shame and you nearly drooled when he took it in his hand, rubbing up and down the length while coming back over to his bed. you grabbed eren's hand, trying to keep your eyes off of his length making him let out a low laugh. "you scared?" he joked as you brought him down next to you.

"shut up— no, i'm not." your hands moved to his chest pushing him down to his pillows but eren sat back up, placing his own hands over yours.

"woah, it's okay, you don't have to." he realized you wanted to suck him off, but he didn't want to make it about him tonight as to not give you any ideas that any of this was temporary. he wanted to take it easy and pleasure you like he just did, make you feel good, and make you cry out his name, not vice versa. "you lay down." eren flipped the two of you, until you were back underneath him, and he took it upon himself to rub your breast, letting his thumb and index twirl one of your nipples between his fingers. his mouth came in contact with your other boob, talented tongue going to work at your reciprocating nipple for a brief moment before pulling back. "i don't know if i have a condom."

you glance up at eren, a frown forming on your face. you knew he messed around a lot and that somewhat worried you. "you don't have condoms here or something?" your eyes darted around his room.

"it's my mom's house, no i don't have condoms." eren was growing impatient, precum visibly leaking out his tip so he took it upon himself to smooth it down his length while he thought. "i'm clean though, i swear." he added. "i haven't had sex in a couple weeks either." you gave eren a wary look. "i'm not lying."

with a roll of your eyes you nodded your head and shifted around, but eren stopped you halfway, hand pulling your hip back down to the bed. "nah, i want to see your face, gorgeous." just as fast as he slipped out of his alluring mood, he slipped back into it and your lip twitched as his hand ran down your side until it was back at your thigh, eren pulling your leg further from the other. he looked down to position himself in front of you, mouth in an 'o' shape at the sight in front of him. he was about to fuck you, and fuck you so good. "you ready?"

"mhm."

so eren slid himself inside of you, both of you groaning simultaneously until he was buried at the hilt— and this is what you longed for. you felt so full and it felt so nice, the way he stretched you out was indescribable and your mouth hung open, small gasps coming out as your hand gripped at eren's forearm near your head. "fuck, you okay?"

albeit your eyes being squeezed shut and eren feeling like he was splitting you open, you nodded your head hastily, nails digging more into his skin. it had been awhile since you had sex yourself, so the feeling almost felt like your first again. "yeah... you're just, so— big..." you managed to breathe out. you should've kept your mouth shut, you could practically see eren's ego inflate, his lip twitching trying to suppress his smile.

he brought his palm to your face, smoothing over the skin with his thumb. "yeah? well you're so tight," eren pushed a little further until his tip was brushing your cervix, then his body coming back a little bit until his head was a distance above your pussy, collecting spit in the front of his mouth before letting it slowly drop down onto your clit, rubbing it in to soothe you further as he pulled out a bit, tantalizingly slow. "i'll go slow at first."

eren pushed in and out slowly like he promised, but it didn't last for long, his pace quickening fast, but luckily he continued to rub you in circular motions to help ease the pain until it melted into pleasure. "can't believe you're letting me fuck this pretty pussy of yours." he groaned out, his hips rocking against yours.

the way you wrapped around him, squeezing him impossibly tight wasn't fair. you felt exactly how he thought you would, maybe even better, and every thrust of him inside you had him holding back more and more. "shit, _____." his voice came out in a whimper, and his elbows were brought down to the bed while your legs wrapped around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer.

for you, the sensation was incredible, the way he pulled out just before he was no longer inside of you, then pushed in until you could feel him against your cervix, every time he hit it pleasure shooting up inside of you. it had your skin feeling tingly and your hands flying to grip at the sheets, small wails of pure euphoria coming out of you and edging eren on. "eren," you cried as his teeth began to nibble on your neck, sucking on it as well in efforts to mark you. his necklace sat cold against your chest as he sucked on your neck and increased your pleasure.

"yeah, i love hearing my name from you like that, say it again." he almost demanded, pumping into you harder, your body rocking on top of the bed with every time eren slammed his hips into yours, your wetness collecting on his pelvis. "again," he popped off from your neck watching the skin slowly darken, and he knew there'd be a hickey soon enough.

"eren!" you whimpered, rolling your own hips down into his, eren supporting himself on his arms again, bringing one up to wrap around your neck, giving a test squeeze. "fuck..." you choked out as he tightened his grip, almost surprised at the fact that you weren't trying to push his hand away. his fingers tapped against your neck before he pressed harder, coming down to kiss you again, tongue licking at your bottom lip, your breathing shortening from the lack of oxygen coming in or out. he pulled at your lip before making every thrust of his powerful, pulling out slow then coming back in strong.

"so you like when i choke you like that?" he mumbled against your lips before pressing his against your jaw. "you're so dirty... never thought you'd be like that." and finally he let you take in air, palm moving from your neck to your breast, giving it a nice squeeze.

eren lift your hips up a little bit so he could find that spot inside of you— and when he finally hit it you all but screamed, his hand slapping over your mouth and eren's eyes widening. "shut the fuck up!" his tone serious, as you forgot that his mom was only rooms over. you gave him a sympathetic look in apologies as he slid his hand from your mouth.

"'m sorry, but you feel so good..." you pouted trying to kiss him up in excuse. it had to have worked the way eren leaned forward so he could brush against your sweet spot again, this time you gasping.

"yeah? i feel so good?" he repeated.

"yeah."

"'atta girl," you were consumed in ecstasy, the praise, the stimulation, the feeling of his pendant against your skin, everything was surrounding you and that familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching began climbing again, you just needed a little more. "taking this dick like that— and liking it too." eren unwrapped your legs from his waist, his pace speeding up again. "i bet you want me to fuck you like this more often."

you groaned, your hand snaking down to rub at your clit again, and only after a couple rubs were you seeing stars, your back arching again, every nerve in your body being pinched as you came all over eren. a cry of his name came out over and over again and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

he didn't stop, no, he was close himself, and the way you were pulsing around him as if you were trying to milk him was helping him to his end. your body went almost limp as you let eren finish. "fuck, fuck, i'm almost there too," he bucked his hips into you a few more times before pulling out and letting his hand finish him off, rubbing himself profusely until spurts of white came out flying onto your chest and stomach. "shit." he panted, and you were too, your breathing unstable, chest rising up and down after your orgasm. "shit."

eren rolled over until he was laid down beside you, your eyes struggling to stay open. eren let his rake over you, from the mark on your neck, to his cum splattered on your midsection, to the small sheen of sweat that covered yours and his body, causing some of his flyaways to stick to his forehead. he sighed in content before getting up to go grab a rag to clean you up.

"don't go to sleep yet." he said as he wiped and cleaned you up with a damp rag, cleaning himself off as well.

"why?" you mumbled with your eyes closed as you turned around so your face smushed against eren's pillow.

eren grabbed his boxers slipping them back on and contemplated handing you your underwear as well or letting you stay comfortable. seeing you wake up bare would cause a problem for him that he didn't want to deal with so he grabbed your underwear and helped slipped them on you, then rummaging through his bag for one of his shirts. "come on, let me put this on you." you reluctantly obliged, picking yourself up from his pillow and lifting your arms so he could slip his shirt over your head before climbing into his bed next to you, pulling you flush against him.

"you okay... was that okay?" there he went, checking up on you.

"yeah, you okay?" and there you went, doing the same.

"yeah... that was real good," eren kissed the top of your head. "i meant it when i said this is different." he rubbed your back, pulling you even closer, his legs tangling with yours as the two of you cuddled under the covers. it didn't feel as wrong to you anymore. a little weird? yes, but his words were reassuring. "i want something with you... i do. you do so much for me, we're always together, my mom loves you— i love you... i don't know, i just wanna be with you."

your heart was pounding in your chest, even through your tiredness. "can you show me you can be better first? work for me?" you didn't want to just hand yourself to eren that easy. "i want you to show me how much you love and care for me. get yourself together, settle down, then i guess you can settle down with me later."

"later?" it pang eren's heart a bit that he wouldn't be able to call you his just yet, but he was determined to do what it would take to get you.

"later."

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"_____, wake up, my mom made breakfast." your eyes opened slowly at the sound of eren's voice. you turned over to see him dressed, sweatpants and a shirt on his body, hair slightly damp from what appeared to be a recent shower. "get ready, i'll wait."

with hesitance, you got up and got yourself cleaned up and ready. you threw on some leggings and a sweatshirt as you didn't recall any plans with eren nor his mom that evening, and with that you and eren head downstairs, eren's hand holding yours as he pulled you down, but he didn't drop contact with you when the two of you got into the kitchen. instead of holding your hand, he hopped up on the kitchen counter pulling you between his legs where you stood.

"good morning, when did you two come home last night?" carla asked from her position at the stove, flipping a pancake before grabbing three plates from the cabinet next to her and then turning around to face the two of you. neither you or eren missed the suspicious glance she gave you when she saw your stances, holding back her question so you could answer hers.

"probably around twelve... we left early." you said.

"i thought so, i heard something last night but i remembered it was probably just the two of you so i went back to sleep." carla slipped the last pancake onto the stack then handed eren the three plates to place on the kitchen table. "am i missing something?" she said giving you two a one over as she gave him the plates.

"no. there's three people and three plates." eren said as he placed them onto the table, and you rolled your eyes at his stupidity.

"no, like... you guys seem comfortable today." realization hit him as he turned around to his mom trying to hide his stupid grin, which told you to not let him speak.

"uh, me and eren talked yesterday." carla raised an eyebrow at you as she walked past you to put the stack of pancakes on the table, you following behind her to take a seat.

"about?"

eren glanced at you then to his mom as she brought over a container of syrup and some forks and knives. "i'm trying to make _____ my girlfriend." he said blatanly, watching his mom freeze up as she put a fork and knife beside your plate.

"really?"

"yeah... he is." you couldn't decipher her reaction, until a small smile appeared on her face as she pat your shoulder and took a seat with you and eren.

"i'm glad." she hummed. "it took you guys long enough... but why is he trying?"

you avoided carla's eyes, concentrating on pulling a pancake to your plate as eren seemed nonchalant about the whole ordeal. it was his mom, so of course he'd be less nervous about it than you.

"i told him i wanted him to get some things together first."

carla nodded in understanding as she began cutting her pancakes. "i see. that's good, just let me know if anything okay?"

"okay." you and eren said the same time causing carla to giggle.

"i'm talking to _____ not you." her tone had a hint of excitement to it.

she was happy, and something inside you was too.

you weren't sure if eren getting a drink spilled on him was karma or luck.

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