#sasha x dylan

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I’ll just doodle my Bratz ships on into this

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— about my blog. 🤍🩷

who I currently write for:

Extras from my Wattpad fan fictions.

Stiles Stilinski | the witch who cried wolf

Steve Harrington | Our song

who I’m willing to write for:

(These will be fem!reader)

Dylan O’brien and his characters

Stiles Stilinski

Thomas (tmr)

Stuart Twombly

Caleb Holloway

Joel Dawson

Steve Harrington

Ethan Landry

(Feel free to request others and I will say if I can write them.)

— wattpad fic info

The witch who cried wolf | stiles stilinski (unpublished)

Main character: Melody Heks

Love interest: Stiles Stilinski

Supernatural type: Witch

Seasons: 1-6

Our song | Steve Harrington

Season 1 | Our Song (complete)

Season 2 | Every Breath (coming soon!)

Season 3 | Always, Always, Always (unpublished)

Season 4 | Time After Time (unpublished)

Season 5 | Timeless (unpublished)

Main character: Sabrina Henderson

Love interest: Steve Harrington

Seasons: 1-4 (5 when it’s released)

— what to expect

smut, fluff, angst

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It's been so long

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Hello my beauties, I was looking through my inbox and saw around like 9 people asking for a Phil Wenneck fic and I rewatched all 3 hangover films and this idea came to my head, my 500 follower special is still in the world as I want it to be perfect. I've wrote this in like 4 hours and only skimmed it so if there any spelling mistakes ignore them- love you 😘

warnings- 2009!Phil wenneck x y/n Y/l/n, (he's single and has no kid either), swearing, mentions of underage drinking, pet names, p!inv!, sub/readerxdom/Phil,

words- 7.9k

"Dylan are you ready?" I called waiting next to the front door, swining my car keys around my finger "Dyl come on you're gonna make us late and mom will kill me if we are late!" I yelled losing my patients

"I'm here" he spoke coming down the stairs "why don't you just don't tell them we were late" I hummed actually taking in his idea

"good idea- well anyways come on" I answered getting into the car. I started the engine and began the short drive to his school, the roads were busy and that meant that was making us later and later

"god- when's your meeting?" I spoke turning to my little brother

"erm.. 5:45pm" he said after looking at a sheet of paper that he pulled from his pocket "and its now...5:45 Y/n"

"Shit-" I spat "oh sorry Dylan" he laughed as I slapped a hand over my mouth "well lets just hope this doesn't take much longer"

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finally after another 15 minutes we made it, hurriedly we walked into the school, Dylan had my hand pulling me through corridors until we made it to room 7L and he knocked on the wood "come in" a voice sounded and Dyl pushed the door open "ah Dylan, you're here!"

"Hello sir" my brother smiles going towards a small chair put out in front of a desk "this is my sister, Y/n" I followed behind him and placed my hand bag on the floor before turning to face the teacher

"hi, I'm so sorry that we're late the traffic was ter-"

"Y/n?" the mans voice cut me off "Y/n Y/l/n?" even in heals I wasn't as tall as him, so as my eyes met his face I knew who it was straight away

"Oh my god Phil- I can't believe it!" I laughed, I knew Phil all through school, from Pre-k to collage, and he hadn't changed a bit since we had left, chiseled jaw, sun kissed skin, his brown short hair flowing effortlessly around his face and a smile that was always imprinted on his lips "you haven't changed a bit Wenneck" I spoke as we pulled from a hug

"Neither have you Y/n- you look great- erm please take a seat" he grinned as he took a seat behind his own desk "woah- well Dylan it's great to see you for the second time, and also you Y/n, great to see you again too"

"how do you two know each other?" My brother inquired giving me a confused look

"Me and Mr Wenneck went to school together, well we basically grew up together, he was one of my best friends" I answered shooting the man a smile, Dylan nodded getting a grin across his face

"okay well- lets look at everything shall we?" Phil pulled open a folder and his finger traced down the page and then tapped "here, so Dylan by the looks of things you are doing amazing in all classes with b+'s and some A's which is great for a boy your age..which is 9 but 10 In a few weeks if I'm right?" Dylan excitedly nodded, a cheesy smile coming across his lips, my hand patted his shoulder seeing his smile grow bigger "and your behaviour... no detentions, or warnings this year little man, much better then when your sister was in school" he joked

"excuse me- you were a lot worse then me, remember what you did to Jake that day?" I asked raising my eyebrow

"he had that coming, but I wont say much more, need to professional" I shook my head laughing at him as we both remembered the day in high school-

_____ 12th grade (1992) _____

Me, Sasha, Lauren, Stu, Phil and Doug sat in the bleachers laughing about whatever random things we could think off "and what about that time Lauren fell over the curb when we went to that party?" Stu laughed getting a slap from the red head

"I was drunk okay- and like 15 so that doesn't matter" she angrily spoke trying to stop the smile from going on her lips. the six of us kept talking while we sipped on our drinks we brought from the lunch hall. Soon the break was over and we all went to head back in, I stood up, straightened my skirt around my legs and fixed my top around my shoulders, and grabbed my bag from the seat in front of me

"Nice rack Y/l/n!" I herd a voice call from the bottom of the steps, I stood straight back up covering my front with my hand and my eyes immediately locked with those of Jake Casey "its alright babe don't need to hide them from me- oh and nice panties too girls, down there had a great view- didn't it boys" he joyed blowing me a kiss as the three guys around him shared a laugh

I quickly stopped down the steps, coming face to face with the creep "what did you just say?" my voice was low as I got into his face, his friends oh'ed; clapping there hands

"I said-" Before he could even finish his sentence my hand slapped across his face "Ow! what the fuck is wrong with you!" I went to walk away until the feeling of his hand fixed on mine "don't you walk away now bitch" he seethed, his other hand wrapped around my waist pulling me onto his body

"Let go of me you perv" I yelled, desperately trying to free myself, but in an instant, Jake lay helpless on the ground, his grip on me replaced by Phil looming over him like a dark storm. Soon Phil's fists crashed into Jake's body relentlessly, each punch harder then the last, and those three friends from before were not to be seen as the dashed across the field to get away from Phil who wasn't stopping his beating

"don't- you- ever- fucking- do- that- again" he warned as he hit the boy again

"OKAY, OKAY, I'M SORRY!" A shattered voice pleaded, but the brunette remained unrelenting. "PLEASE, GET OFF!" we all watched as Stu and Doug forcibly tore Wenneck away from the now bloodied and battered man. quickly Jake pulled himself up whipping around and running off to join his group who were half way across the track. Phil backed off, dusting himself from the dirt that lay on his jeans and fixed his sun glasses to begin back on his head

"Thanks Phil," we said in unison as we approached, the two girls going to stand with Stu and Doug as they talked about what had just happened. "You okay?" I asked, brushing his arm where he had a faint red mark.

"I'm fine. How about you?" he replied, his concern evident. I nodded, showing him the small mark on my wrist. "Does it hurt?"

"No, I'm okay... Thanks for stepping in again," I said again, I got the feeling like it was just the two of us in that moment, drawing closer, Phil's hand landing softly on my waist the warmth overpowering the heat from the Los Angeles sun. "I—" I started, but Stu interrupted with his usual humour.

"Come on, you two! We'll be late if you start a love story now after all these years!" he joked, pointing at us "flirt after class is done" I couldn't help the red from painting my face as the whole group fell into a laugh

"Shut up, Price," Phil said, rolling his eyes as he put his arm around my shoulders instead of my waist, pulling me closer in a simple yet meaningful gesture.

_____ end of flashback _____

"and Dylan- how are you finding school?" Phil asked, grabbing a pen off his desk looking back to him with a warm smile

"good- I have lots of friends and a girlfriend!," Phil oh'd looking to me as a we laughed " and I like my lessons, and I'm in the soccer team!" he talked "and the homework is okay, Y/n helps me a lot because she's smart"

"stop it" I laughed scruffing the young boys fluffy hair

"well that sounds good then, I have some of your books here for you Y/n if you want to have a look through and also his end of year report" I grabbed the small pile of books from the mans hand and began looking through while listening to the two talk about soccer and things, I looked to the page with the title 'my family' and saw a family tree scribbled with crayons and our faces drawn in: Mom, Dad, me, him, Grandma, Papa, our cousins and aunties and uncles too.

"Dylie your work is really good!, especially your family tree, you've got everyone!" I cheered. After I finished looking through all the pages I set them back on the desk and Phil finished up his convocation with Dylan

"is there any questions you have Y/n?" He asked looking to me, his face warm

"I don't think so, I mean he's doing great and thats all I can really ask for, he seems to have a good teacher too" I spoke seeing Phil smirk at me shaking his head

"great, that ends this then- Dylan, Y/n thank you for coming to see me and I'll see you on Monday little guy, and don't forget the trip money" Phil stuck his hand out to my brother who's little hand shook it back and I watched as the blonde waved walking to the door

"Y/n! Sam's out there can I go say hi?" he asked excitedly looking to his friend out side the window

"sure" I replied seeing him hurriedly open the door, he shouted a quick good bye to 'Mr Wenneck' and quickly left us behind in the class room "again sorry for being late Phil- just everywhere seemed to be busy" I laughed grabbing my bag from the floor and placing it on my shoulder then getting Dylans report off the table

"its fine don't worry- you two were my last appointment anyways, and as its you I don't mind either" he smiled coming round the front of his desk and leaning against it "but honestly Dylan is a great kid, I don't even like teaching but kids like him make it worth it you know" I nodded listening to him

"I never thought you be a teacher you know, I mean you hated school" he laughed rubbing the bridge of his nose

"Yeah I know but life happened" he said looking back to me "erm well I was wondering- do you wanna go out for dinner tomorrow?" I was a little taken back, in a good way though "it's fine if not, but we could have an actual catch up you know? I mean I haven't seen you since we were 20 ish and were now old "

"thank you very much for reminding me- but yeah what time?" I agreed, I watched as a smile spread along is face

"I'll come pick you up at 8?" I nodded "cool well erm- I'll see you tomorrow Y/n" he stood up leading me to the door, before I left I pulled him into another hug

"see you tomorrow" I whispered before letting go and walking out to grab Dylan who was happily chatting to his friend and his mom "hi Carol" I waved

"hey sweetie, how'd it go?" she asked

"good, Dylans doing really good- how's sam doing?" she shook her head and her smile dropped "oh"

"I got told he beat up another kid the other day- I don't know what to do, I mean when Charlie was younger he was nothing like this, and I remember when you were little and your little friends, you guys were never in fights- well not when you were 9! but Sam always is" her voice was full of anger

"mh, It's very odd- must be something triggering him" I spoke

"maybe I'll take him to see your mom when she's back, she's a therapist so maybe she can get to the bottom of it" Carol laughed "aways we must get off- Samual come on" the two boys said their goodbye and we walked out

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"Night Dyl" I whispered leaving his room, I walked down the stairs to the living room, falling onto the couch and flipping on the tv to a random channel, I couldn't get over that Phil was teaching my little brother, my old best friend teaching my brother... life was weird. It reminded me, I needed to get someone to Have Dylan over the weekend, I knew he would enjoy staying at our grandparents so I picked up my phone and began calling my Grandma

"hello Rosie" she answered

"hi Grandma, how're you?"

"good poppet, is everything okay?"

"yes thank you, I was just wondering if it was okay if you had Dylan tomorrow night please? I met up with an old friend, well actually do you remember Phil?"

"Oh yes Phil Wenneck, of course how could I forget Philly! he was always with Doug, Stu, you, Sasha and Lauren wasn't he" I hummed agreeing

"well I found out he's Dyls teacher! and were going out for a catch up tomorrow night"

"aw thats lovely, of course we can have Dylie, Sofia and Ryan are sleeping tomorrow so its no issue"

"thank you so much, I'll bring him at about 5:30 if thats okay"

"yep thats fine, see you tomorrow lovie"

"night, love you" I came off the phone and saw a dot on my messages, I clicked on seeing -Phil- 1 new message-

'Hey Y/n, just checking (and I hope this isn't weird) are you at your moms house, just I know you're watching Dylan for the two weeks, he was telling me x'

'Hi Phil, yeah I'm here, and bless him I had a feeling he'd be telling everyone, he was saying we were gonna throw a party and everything x' I answered

'I mean if they were anything like your parties, I'm coming x' I laughed

'yeah gonna sing bah bah black sheep with the kids? x'

'of course, it's my favourite song x' I rolled my eyes

'I bet- see you tomorrow Wenneck x'

'night x'

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"thank you so much again for having him Grandma, papa" I crouched down pulling my brother into a hug "I'll come get you tomorrow, go have fun and I'll call after okay, before bed" he nodded hugging me back then running to play with our little cousins "see you later" I hugged my grandparents then quickly drove back home to shower and get ready for seeing Phil.

I decided on a black dress, it wasn't to much, just around my thighs, some black heals, smokey dark make up and a dark red lip, my hair straightened down my back and some silver jewellery. I sprayed L’Interdit Rouge and grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder

I went into my kitchen, hurriedly pouring myself a glass of water and chugging the glass trying to suppress the anxiousness I felt rising in my stomach. The sound of the door bell rang through the hall and into the kitchen, I took one more deep breath before walking and opening up the door. I pushed the handle down and pulled the door open

"Hi Phil" I sounded as my eyes met him, he was dressed in a black suit which blended into the night perfectly, it fit his figure amazingly, hugging his muscles in all he right ways, his button up was only done up to the third one and the last two were left open showing of his toned chest, my eyes reached his face, his hair messed graciously behind his head and his sun glasses perched on his head "you look amazing" I spoke not realising I had been staring doe eyed for what felt like a life time

"I could say them same- look at you" he smiled "oh I brought you these" from behind his back he pulled out a bunch of roses, blood red- my favourites

"Phil! you didn't have too- these are beautiful!" I giggled like a child being given a lollipop

"almost as beautiful as you" I herd him chirp, my gaze snapped back to him

"careful" I laughed "come in, I'll grab a vase for these" I walked away hearing him follow behind after shutting the door

"god this place hasn't changed at all- holy shit I feel 17 again" he breathed coming into the kitchen "Its the place I first took a shot how about that" he reminisced

"yeah mom kept basically everything the same though she was going to change it all, then Dylan was born in 2000 and then she just kept it this way" he hummed leaning agains the kitchen counter

"how come your mom had Dylan- is that a weird thing to ask?...I- you don't have to answer that" he awkwardly laughed

"oh well Mom and Dad divorced erm 97' as you know, and mom got with this guy called Michel and then accidentally got pregnant, and we didn't know if he would make it because obviously mom was a lot older then most women who have children but they both made it and Dyls 10 soon" I explained

"oh wow, your moms a strong lady so I get why she made it through, I think thats why I was really shocked to see you yesterday because his name isn't Y/n/l Its Lee"

"yeah, I mean I didn't even know you were his teacher because he only ever called you Mr W or Sir" I spoke "and mom wouldn't have actually met you because this was his first parent teacher thing huh"

"yeah, anyways not that this isn't great we need to get going" he spoke checking his watch "so if you please" I walked towards the man and linked my arm with his as he led us out the house. Phil pulled open the passenger door for me and I gently settled myself into the leather seat, I watches as he went over to his side and slid in "ready?"

"Mhm" I smiled as we began our drive

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The car stopped at a restaurant with the name 'Le Rouge', The two of us stepped out the car and immediately my arm hooked on his "wow this looks- beautiful" I breathed. The door was opened by a tall man who shot us a quick smile as we stepped through the threshold. To say I was taken back was an understatement, a soft, red glow washes over the space, enveloping it in an aura of intimacy. The dim lighting, like flickering candlelight, shone a warm hue. The décor, a careful balance of simplicity and refinement, features rich dark wood accents and sumptuous red velvet curtains that drape gracefully, adding to the sultry, moody ambiance.

"Good evening Sir, Madam- how may I help?" a sweet looking girl cooed, her hands quickly grabbing a paper that lay in front of her

"hi, I have a booking should be under the name Wenneck" the girl nodded checking down the paper until her eyes seemed to find the name

"okay- if you two would like to follow me" the blonde began trotting through the many tables full of customers until she stood next to a small dark wood table for two, one candle and flower sat as the centre piece and two menus lay in our places "Erin will be your waitress tonight, and she'll be over soon to take your orders but would you like to get started on drinks?" Phil looked over to me giving me a quick nod telling me to go first, hastily I lifted the drinks menu from the side and scanned the paper

"I'll have a....Cabernet Sauvignon please" I answered seeing her write it down quickly, I turned to look back to the man sat across from me who's eyes flickered down the same menu as me

"make that a bottle and two glasses please" soon the girl disappeared with our orders "so what do you think?" Phil asked, his gaze landing back on me

"you've out done yourself Wenneck, it's gorgeous in here- I bet this place is really expensive though so I can pay-" before I could even finish the brunette chirped rolling his blue eyes at me

"shut up- I asked you out. I pay. let me treat you, I haven't seen you in years so this is the least I can do for making up for the fact that you haven't seen my face in so long" he smirked fluttering his eyes

"oh yeah of course" I laughed pulling my chair in closer "so, how have you been since I last saw you, and I don't mean from just yesterday" I gave a warning look hearing him titter

"well, we all left school I was going to work with dad in the car place but we got into this huge argument and he said I was choosing the 'easy way out' so I proved him wrong and became a teacher, then I got a job at Dylans school in 2007, been working there since, but erm I was with this girl after we left school- her name was Shannon but erm she cheated on me and I haven't actually been with anyone in god 6 years this year" the man sadly laughed "but you know I'm doing okay, I have a home and a job so thats all that matters" without really thinking about it my hand reached across the table taking his softy, I watched as his sad smile got replaced with a warm one, his eyes growing softer "what about you, what have I missed?"

"ah well- we left school obviously and I started working for a few people as a PA, worked on a few sets during like 2004 and 5, but it wasn't really enough money so changed and stared working at this bank place 2 years ago. I can't say I love it but I bought an apartment West Hollywood but I've taken the next 2 weeks of to watch Dylan but I'm looking for a new job again, hopefully back on the PA thing because I enjoyed that" he nodded, listening to every word "I was also with a guy, Jackson for a good few years but we broke up on my birthday actually, he said he was bored and needed a 'new spark' so I guess I wasn't that interesting to him" I chuckled, I looked down to my one intwined hand, the feeling of Phil's soft padded thumb swiped on my skin

"who needs those people though, I don't doubt that one day a good guy will see you and think 'damn, she's beautiful, talented, interesting, funny, beautiful'"

"you said that twice" I spoke in almost a whisper

"Its because I mean it" I felt my face heat up a ferocious red colour, before I could say anything else a wine bucket was placed onto our table and two glasses placed with it "ah thank you" Phil spoke with a smile, our hands broke away leaving mine cold. "do you want some?" the blue eyed man spoke, his voice filling my ears bringing me back to reality, I hummed holding my glass to him, the work popped and soon the red liquid began to flow into the glass until it nearly reached the rim, he filled his own then steadily placed the bottle back on the ice "to old friendships" his hand clenched around the neck of the glass, lifting it up

"to old friendships" I cheered, I let the wine cool my throat, taking all the red blush away with it, I could still feel the pricing blue gaze watching me over the table, not in a menacing way- but a adoring one. I tuned my attention back to Phil whose eyes fixed to mine "what are you going to have?" I asked seeing him look to his menu

"stake maybe, or lamb- you?" I checked down the list, until my eyes found my favourite "let me guess- filet mignon?" I nodded, a grin spreading on my lips "still know you well then"

"well I mean its been a good few years Wenneck- you sure?" I pondered, chewing my lip "do you really know me?" my voice lowered, and I couldn't help but watch his expression falter from being confident to slowly becoming more soft

"whats changed about you- tell me love" hearing the nickname nearly knocked the breath from me, something about hearing It in his voice, from his face, on his tongue

"you'll have to find out yourself" I challenged, his stare narrow

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the meal was one not to be forgotten, and the bill was another thing I would also never forget "Phil stop it- split it with me, you can't pay $250!" I snapped trying to pull the bill from his grasp

"Y/n I am a grown man with my own money- fuck off let me do this- I'll be paying tonight" he demanded

"next time I pay" I sassed, shoving my card back into my pocket, I watched as his eyebrow lifted, questioning my words

"a next time huh?" he responded with a smirk, I shook my head staring away from his eyes as he paid the bill "come on gorgeous lets go" He was killing me- the nicknames, the watching, the smirk.. I felt like a teenager again... the first time I fell for the stupid boy

"watch it Wenneck" I quipped, he brushed me off by taking my hand and leading me from the building, it was a warm night, the sky still a ink blue but a darker colour than before

"wanna go see something?" Phil's voice broke through the silence "it's only down there" I followed his out stretched arm that pointed to a small cleaning in some trees, in my head I kept thinking of the negatives but in my heart, as cheesy as it sounded, I knew if I was Phil I would've been okay.

"okay" I agreed and soon we began moving toward the narrow entrance, he pushed some branches out the way with his free hand, his other still softly holding mine "where are you taking me?" I asked, a soft laughter leaving after I saw him look back with his signature smirk. Soon we stopped as we came to a opening

"welcome to the most cozy place" I looked round the mans figure to see a small pond littered with lily-pads, and pond grass, lit by the moons glow, it was very romantic and every girls dream place to sit after a night like ours

"Phil how do you find these places?" I questioned taking in the view, he gleamed shrugging off his jacket and laying it on the floor next to the water "careful it'll get dirty"

"Y/n it can be cleaned- just sit down" without wasting anymore time, I perched myself next to him on his jacket, our legs bumping as we relaxed into the floor. I stared out in front of me, watching the small movements off the trees as the wind blew past, and the ripples that bounced in the water "tonight has been so amazing Phil, thank you" I said sincerely, my look changing to face him "really" in this light he looked heavenly, his outline illuminated by the light cascading from the sky, his eyes shining into mine, it felt like it was just us again in the world, only me and only him

"Y/n, can I ask you something?," I hummed, slowly nodding my head because no words could leave from my lips "can I kiss you?" every good emotion began wizzing around my heart, butterflies flitted in my stomach and my brain turned hazy, none of it felt real

"please" I breathed, feeling his gentle touch as his hand caressed my cheek, drawing me closer to him. My heart raced as I wrapped my arms around his neck, surrendering to the warmth of his embrace. Slowly, I settled onto his lap as his other arm pulled me onto him, our bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Our lips met in a tender kiss, igniting a spark that had been smoldering between us for years. A sweet hum escaped my lips, a melody of longing and relief, as the weight of unspoken words lifted from my shoulders..

Reluctantly we both pulled away, taking in each other movements, my lips curled into a smile which Phil quickly mirrored, his hands finding my hips as he sucked for a breath "god I've waited so long to kiss you Gorgeous" he muttered, the pads of his fingers drawing random shapes as he spoke "why did we wait so long?" he questioned

"Phil, kiss me again" My voice trembled slightly as our mouths met once more, a surge of desire mingling with passion, flooding my senses. In an instant, Phil shifted our positions, his form now looming above me, casting a shadow over us, swallowing us in darkness.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this," his words pierced through the intensity of our kiss, but I couldn't bear to be apart from him for a moment longer. With urgency, my hands pulled him closer, silencing any further words with the press of our lips. His knee parted my legs as he leaned further into me, his wight laying on his arms that caged my head between them; his lips slipped from mine and began traveling down my jaw, to my neck, to my collar bone

"Umph Phil" I whined unexpectedly, my eyes fluttered open seeing the brunettes gaze shift to a darker, hungrier side, his lips began another assault on my skin, sucking and peppering me in little butterfly kisses as I tried to stop myself from making any noises that the outside world could hear.

Phil pulled away, smiling at the view of me, I copied his expression as my hand carefully tucked back a fallen piece of hair "you should let me take you out more often" he laughed softly, his hands found mine and pulled me up to meet him, my legs felt uneasy from the moment but I forced myself to stand although my head only met his chest, the hands that once lifted me began to drag up my side until the two cupped my jaw "you okay?"

"yeah... I think just still in shock, I don't think I've ever been kissed like that in my life" he hummed, a suggestive look painting his features "what?" I asked looking up to him

"I just think you look really hot right now," he spoke with a amused smile "like, really hot" Phil repeated, his head bent so our mouths were basically exchanging air "can I kiss you again- please" It sounded almost like a beg but how could I refuse?

"you don't need to ask" I replied as once again my arms tangled behind his head. Though this kiss felt different than the last ones: hungrier, more passionate, wanting, pleading for more. My one hand knotted into his hair pulling a handful of strands causing him to lift slightly from the kiss

"ugh- fuck Y/n, don't do this to me" his voice croaked in a moan "or I'll take you home right now" I felt a rush of excitement run through my veins hearing the words leave his mouth

"do it then" I commanded pulling away to stare into his blue eyes that seemed midnight black all of a sudden. In one swift movement Phil lifted his jacket off the floor and grabbed my hand leading me back out the wooded area and to his car, the lights flashed as we climbed in and in seconds the engine roared. I couldn't stop my face from heating up as I watched his knuckles whiten from their grip on the wheel as we turned out from the restaurant parking lot back to my house.

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His hand hadn't left my thigh the entire drive home, it drew small circles on my bare skin and I couldn't help but fall into the rhythm, I watched as we turned into my street and the car came to a abrupt stop on my drive way. We exited the car and rushed to the front door, I dragged my keys from my purse and slotted them into the lock and after a few tries the door swung open

I spun around to face Phil, my heart pounding with anticipation as my arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer. Through the doorway, our bodies collided, a rush of heat and longing coursing between us. My back met the wall, but the world around us faded as our kiss deepened, the intensity building with each passing moment.

Our shared desires spilled into the air, mingling with the soft sounds of our breath and the gentle rustle of clothing. In the haze of passion, we fought for control, our bodies moving as one in a dance of longing and need. As we finally broke away, gasping for air, our faces flushed with desire, I closed the door behind us, turning my back to the man that now stood behind me, softly I felt his hands creep around my sides, his breath climbing up my neck

"I need you gorgeous" he whispered, his lips brushing the lobe of my ear, without another thought I grabbed his palm and led him up the stairs. I felt like a teenager again, messing around with my crush for the first time. We made it to my room and I knocked the door open but soon my attention was torn away and all I could think of was Phil, Phil Wenneck who's hands were holding my body as his lips pushed against mine, Phil Wenneck who was laying me on my bed and holding himself above me. Phil Wenneck.

"Take this off me," I whispered, my gaze locked with his, my voice dripping with desire. As he obeyed, his fingers trailed down the small straps of my dress, exposing my chest to his hungry gaze. I felt a shiver of anticipation race down my spine as his touch ignited a fire within me.

His hands caressed my skin, teasingly light, sending sparks of pleasure dancing across my body. I watched in rapt fascination as he cupped each breast, his touch firm yet gentle, kneading them as if they were dough in his palms

With a soft groan, his lips left mine, blazing a trail of kisses down my body, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I arched my back, offering myself to him, my breath hitching as his mouth hovered tantalizingly close to my aching nipples.

As he took one between his teeth, a sharp gasp escaped my lips, pleasure and pain intertwining in a heady mix. "F-Fuck," I hissed, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation coursing through me.

"Like that, don't you?" Phil's voice was husky as he released me, his gaze smouldering with heat. I could only nod, my body trembling with need, words failing me in the face of such intense pleasure. He repeated his actions, each touch sending me spiraling further into ecstasy. His tongue traced delicate patterns on my skin, leaving me trembling again and again, his kisses a gentle reminder of the tender passion that consumed us both.

I began to feel the heat between my legs grow hotter as I watched him draw himself down my body, my dress slowly coming all the way off and pooling at my ankles leaving me in just my black thong "you look- just woah" he grinned, his hand petting mine

"you still have too much on" I flirted sitting myself on my knees in front of him, I let my hands trail up his front till I met the first button and I pushed it undone, then the next, then the next until his top was bare revealing his tanned torso, and tanned muscles that decorated his front. I pushed myself closer to the man, my lips pressing against his peck until I reached his collar bone, my tongue poked out from between my lips as I licked a line up his neck to his ear "I need you to take these off for me" I sighed

"do you?" he purred, standing from my bed his hands unfastened his buckle then popped the button letting the material fall to the floor leaving him In his boxers which outlined his boner leaving nothing to the imagination "gonna keep staring or come do something about it" he asked with a smirk

"not if you act like that" I answered slyly as I kneeled at the side of my bed in front of the man, his hand reached for my jaw propping my mouth open, dipping his thumb into the wet

"be a good girl and lay back for me, hm gorgeous" I pulled off his finger with a pop and lay myself down, my thighs parting to show him stood just in front of me, his palm stroked my heat, the friction sent waves through my body "so sensitive already" I hummed, trying not to grind myself against his flat hand. His fingers dipped behind the material and hooked the thong away, pulling them down my thighs then to the floor, softly his hands once again parted my legs, showing him my already went cunt "look at that" he praised

"please do something" I begged, in a matter of seconds I felt his fingers brush over my skin, a few digits pushing through my folds "agh- oh Phil" I whimpered at the touch

"god if you say my name like that again I'll cum right fucking here" I smiled looking up to the man who's finger began slipping down my wetness again "deep breath baby" he spoke. I sucked in a breath which was harder then anything I had ever done before then felt a finger push through the threshold, dipping into my cunt

"Angh" I cried as Phil began a agonisingly slow pace, the pad of his finger narrowly brushing my want "a-another- another please Phil- oh please" I pleaded

"already? such a good girl gorgeous" I nodded but soon my body was stuttering at the feeling of another digit sliding in

"Nagh- tha...nk you" I breathed, my hips moved involuntary at the pleasure- my eyes screwed shut, I hadn't got the power to force them to look at him, my voice was stuck in my throat as the knot in my stomach tightened "Phil-holy... I'm gonna-" before I could finish my own sentence I cut myself off "Ooh- fu....fuck fuck my god Phil" I called, my hands blindly reached for something to hold, trying to stable myself but I couldn't reach a thing

"you're okay- come on you're alright" he cooed, his free hand stroked my head as I slowly came down from my first high, my eyes finally opened and my first look was at Phil "there we go, hey gorgeous" he smiled

"hey" I greeted back, our lips connected again and I couldn't stop my fingers from going back to his hair, small pieces caught between each digit as I pulled him closer

"hmph- Y/n gentle with me" he joked breaking the kiss, I rolled my eyes turning my gaze away from his face to his body that sat above mine, I couldn't help but notice the tent in his boxers only looked larger. Slowly I lifted my leg letting the bulge sooth over my knee "agh.. mh you think your funny don't you?" he taunted

"no- I just really want you inside me Phil" I purred as both my hands held his face "please Phil" the man moved quicker than I have ever seen a man move before, his boxers were pulled away from his hips and down his legs revealing his length. My eyes widened- he was huge, no wonder girls in school jumped at the chance of a night with Phil, now I understand.

He knelt behind me, lightly pumping his cock before brining it up to my entrance "your safe word is Mexico okay- you say that and we stop" I murmured an 'okay' and he started to come closer, his warm tip stroked through my split "ready?" I hummed, steadily he pushed in, breaking through my entrance inch by inch before pulling out and repeating his action until he was fully sank into me "god baby you're so tight" he grumbled, I nodded not being able to speak because of feeling so full "want me to start moving now?" he spoke breaking the silence.

"mhm- slowly, you're so big" I welled watching a smirk plaster his face, Phil agonisingly pulled back until only his tip sat in me "Phil don't tease" I whined "need you to...fuck me so good" i was breathless already

"no problem gorgeous" he snarked before slamming his hips back and his full length pushing back inside me, I yelled at the force as he found a pace, our bodies hitting together in a rhythm only gods could create

"Oh Phil...Feels so good in me" I chattered, eyes fixated on him, I couldn't tare my gaze away as his shoulders tensed to keep himself up, a sheen of sweat building on his skin, his hair becoming unruly on his head as stray strands fell

"You feel so good around me- ugh fuck Y/n- such a good girl Y/n" hearing my name fall from his mouth only made me needier, it sounded so right

"fuck Phil- I feel so fucking good, shit- you fill me up so well Wenneck" I panted, my hands digging into his shoulders, nails scratching his skin

"fu-fuck you say it so well baby, I only wanna hear my name out your mouth" he moaned pressing open mouth kissed on my neck "I feel close- are..are you?" his voice trembled

"mhm- I was trying to hold off for you" I spoke, to brain numb to stop the truth, I could already feel his cock twitching inside me as he pounded my g-spot tirelessly

"cum with me- fuck baby" he hissed as I felt his thrusts get faster, our moans started to sync, I never thought I could fall for Phil, but seeing this side, hearing his voice, his moans, his venerability, I couldn't help the feeling "Y/n I need to come so bad" he begged

"shit- i...I- Oh my god" I hiccuped feeling the tie in my stomach rip apart and a swarm of warm blanketing me everywhere, then the sensation of my walls being painted with ropes of cum as the man above me faltered

"mgh- ah, holy fuck" he gulped, his head falling to my shoulder "I've never came that quick in my life" a small laugh escaped as he caught his breath while pulling out

"neither...Jesus Phil" I breathed, our eyes met again and we both had a new glow about us "you look pretty like this" I spoke brushing my fingers through his hair

"you've always been beautiful but right now," his lips tenderly met mine, the kiss was sweet and meaningful making the moment only better "Y/n can I say something?"

"yeah" I agreed, he shifted to be lay next to me, his palm sliding down to rest in the crook of my waist "what is it?"

"I really love you, I did all through school and, when we left I regretted not telling you but yesterday, seeing you and all, then today, I remembered how I felt," I blushed, hiding my face with my free hand "that was so cheesy but I don't even care anymore" he chuckled

"I really love you too Phil" our lips caught each others again, smiling into the make out, we pulled away letting our foreheads rest against each others "we waited so long"

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My eyes fluttered open to my sun kissed room, the light stripping against my walls, I hummed letting my head nuzzle back into Phil's chest where I'd been lay since the early hours of the morning, my fingers drew up his stomach and scratching softly over his peck, I felt him stir at the touch, pulling small faces at the feeling "what are you doing" he yawned

"nothing" I hummed pressing a kiss to his skin "but it is time to wake up" he sighed rubbing his face with the hand that wasn't wrapped around my waist. Finally he opened his eyes and faced me, though I had already been watching for a while

"morning gorgeous" he sounded

"morning Phil" he pulled me close laying a kiss to the top of my head then propping his chin against my forehead "I've gotta get Dylan soon by the way" he hummed again, I could tell he was falling back to sleep, so quickly I sat myself up pulling the cover away from our bodies

"Y/n come on! five more minutes" he sneered "please baby" his voice begged as morning still lay thick on his voice

"no, come on Wenneck- I remember when we were kids you would say that then not move for another hour so up" I demanded taking his hand and pulling him from the bed. He rose up, towering above me

"you're mean" he commented as he loomed down on me

"but you told me you loved me last night" I played, my finger teasingly running down his front

"I do," he grinned leaning closer "but I also think you're mean" I rolled my eyes wondering away as he sat himself back on the bed falling back.

Quickly I got showered, washed my face and brushed my teeth and changed into jeans and a jumper in a few minutes, Phil on the other hand had just managed to brush his teeth and stick his shirt back on as he continuously groaned about being awake so early on a Sunday, though it was 11:30am

"okay well I need to go get Dyl now, he's got a soccer club to get to at 1 and I need to clean the house and things" I moaned, leaning my head against Phil, soothingly his hand ran down my back comforting me as he laughed

"why don't I stay and help? I have nothing better to do, and I can stay with you a bit longer, make dinner, be like another date" he asked, and I couldn't help but smile at his idea, having him around would make things better

"sounds perfect, now come on we've gotta go get Dyl"

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My hand pushed the doorbell and soon enough the shuffling of slippers appeared on the other side "afternoon sunshine" my grandma beamed pulling me into a hug "and who's thi- Oh my lord, Phil Wenneck, look at you!" quickly she came out grabbing his face, inspecting all his changes "Philip aren't you so handsome!" she cooed

"thank you, you look lovely yourself, haven't changed a bit" he spoke as she stepped away laughing

"stop it you, anyways let me grab Dylan, he's been playing with the dog all morning- Dylan Y/n's here!" she called wandering back into the house

"Y/n!" a voice called as the noise of shoes tapped down the hall way and soon hands wrapped around me "you didn't call last night like you said!" he complained though still with a smile on his face

"I'm sorry, I got a bit busy last night Dyl" my gaze changed to Phil who was stood smiling at us

"Mr Wenneck?"

[pyrodolls]

CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE

VIDEO GAMES

MORTAL KOMBAT 1 (ashrah, baraka, havik, johnny cage, kitana, kuai liang, kung lao, liu kang, mileena, raiden, rain, reiko, syzoth, shang tsung, smoke, sub-zero)

UNTIL DAWN (sam, josh, ashley, chris, emily, mike, jessica, matt)

THE QUARRY (laura, max, nick, dylan, ryan, kaitlyn, jacob, emma, abigail)

THE WALKING DEAD (lee, katjaa, kenny, omid, christa, ben, carley, luke, jane, nick, gabe, javier, clementine, louis)

GENSHIN IMPACT (aether, kazuha, kokomi, itto, shenhe, diluc, zhongli, yanfei, raiden shogun/ei, xiangling, navia, ayato, yoimiya, bennett, barbara, ganyu, gorou, yun jin, beidou, kuki shinobu, hu tao, thoma, amber, jean, razor, chongyun, childe, kaeya)

ANIME

ATTACK ON TITAN (eren, armin, mikasa, connie, sasha, marco, jean, levi, ymir)

OCS

YANDERE BOYS X POPSTAR READER (bayani, victor)

please remember to read the rules before requesting!

[most-screwed-by-writers-tourney]

Already got a list of the ships for the ULTIMATE fucked up ship tournament done. Hopefully will start it in two weeks or so. This is a list of the ships:

1. The Darkling and Alina, The Grisha Trilogy

2. Batman and The Riddler, The Batman 2022

3. stu and billy from scream

4. Vriska and Terezifrom homestuck

5. light and l from death note

6. Dirk Strider and Jake English from Homestuck,

7. Vio and Shadow Link from the Four Swords manga

8. Emilio Murkmere x Tobias Schenien from Ghost Eyes

9. Oswald x Ed from Gotham

10. Anna Croft/ Yu Junghyeok (orv)

11. Dimitri/Edelgard - Fire Emblem Three Houses

12. Will Graham and Hannibal, Hannibal

13. yoonbum x sangwoo, killing stalking

14. Starscream and Megatron, from the Transformers franchise

15. Mukuro Ikusaba/Junko Enoshima from Dangan Ronpa

16. Ladd Russo and Lua Klein from Baccano!

17. Daida and Miranjo from Ousama Ranking

18. Shizuo and Izaya from Durarara!!

19. theresa x otto, honkai impact

20. dorian x fem! inquisitor, dragon age

21. renee x huey from baccano

22. nanami x touga, revolutionary girl Utena

23. madoka and homura, puella magi madoka magica

24. (Ronan Lynch x Joseph Kavinksy) - The Raven Cycle

25. Seishirou and Subaru from Tokyo Babylon/X

26. Misaki/Satou, Welcome to the NHK

27. Bakugou and Deku (My Hero Academia)

28. Akito and Shigure, Fruits Basket

29. House and Wilson, House MD

30. Scarlet and Chase, I’m the Grim Reaper

31. Jong-woo and Moon-jo, Strangers from Hell

32. Moon-young and Gang-tae, It’s Okay to Not Be Okay

33. Medea and Helio, Your Throne

34. Celty and Shinra, Durarara

35. Akira and Ryo, Devilman

36. Yoshino and Kirishima, Raise wa Tanin Ga ii

37. Chateau and Ryang-ha, Love of Kill

38. Satoko and Shinpei, Hotaru no Yomeiri

39. Clarice and Hannibal, Silence of the Lambs

40. He Yan and Fu Shenxing, Who is the Prey

41. Cain/Owen from Promise of Wizard / Mahoyaku

42. Texas/Lappland from Arknights.

43. Jeongmin and Siyun, Dreaming Freedom

44. Han Chae-ah and Park Yunsu, Trapped

45. akane kurashiki/junpei tenmyouji from zero escape

46. Juri/Shiori (from Revolutionary Girl Utena)

47. Jackie/Shauna, Yellowjackets)

48. Cassandra/Rapunzel from the Tangled series

49. Damien and Elena from vampire diaries

50. Kristoph/Phoenix, Ace Attorney

51. Juice and Chibs, Sons of Anarchy

52. Utena/Anthy from the anime Revolutionary Girl Utena.

53. Cutthroat x Swindler, from Akudama Drive.

54. Yuno Gasai x Yukkiteru Amano from Mirai Nikki

55. Sal/Syakesan x Wadanohara from Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea.

56. Jeremy and the SQUIP, Be More Chill

57. Ian Grimm and Poppy Li, Mythic Quest

58. Lestat de Lioncourt and Louis De Pointe du Lac, Interview with the Vampire

59. fuuma and kamui from clamp's x/1999

60. Victor and Eli, Vicious

61. Elisabeth and Der Tod, Elisabeth

62. Rudolf and Der Tod, Elisabeth

63. Veronica Sawyer and J.D, Heathers

64. Akechi Goro × Persona 5 protagonist (Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya)

65. Hondomachi and Fukuda, ID: Invaded

66. Harley Quinn and the Joker, DC

67. Christine and Erik, Phantom of the Opera

68. Lisa Reisert and Jackson Rippner, Red Eye

69. Valeta and Reinhart, I Failed to Oust the Villain

70. Light Yagami and Misa Amane, Death Note

71. Sumire and Hakubo, Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

72. Mika Harima and Seiji Yagiri, Durarara!!

73. Emma Wilson and Yohan Lee, My Deepest Secret

74. Sarah and Jareth, Labyrinth

75. Addie LaRue and Luc, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

76. Ja Yoon and The Nobleman, The Witch, Part One: Subversion

77. Makima and Denji, Chainsaw Man

78. Kyoko and Katsuya, Fruits Basket

79. Mrs. De Winter and Maxim, Rebecca

80. Mutsuki Tooru and Urie Kuku, Tokyo Ghoul

81. Victor and Elizabeth, The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein

82. Constanta, Magdalena, and Alexei and Dracula, A Dowry of Blood

83. Ha-im and Geunhu, Never Ending Darling

84. Frank Cotton & Julia Cotton - Hellraiser (1987)

85. Yuki Cross & Kaname Kuran, Vampire Knight

86. Johann and Sasha, The Double Agent

87. Sian and Yul, Secret Alliance

88. Charlize and Dylan, The Taming of the Tyrant

89. Lin and Dosung, 340 Days

90. Makishima Shougo & Shinya Kougami from PSYCHOPASS.

91. Charlotte Willmore x Lizzie Wells, from The Perfection (2018).

92. “Hikaru”/Yoshiki from The Summer hikaru Died,

93. Dolph Laserhawk x Alex Taylor from Captain Laserhawk

94. Dolph Laserhawk x Rayman from Captain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix

95. Yuuji Itadori x Mahito from Jujitsu Kaisen

96. (luo binghe x shen qingqiu) from scum villain's self saving system.

97. Heaven Official's Blessing. Ships He Xuan and Shi Qingxuan.

98. Ives and Boyd from Ravenous 1999

99. Eve and Vilanelle, Killing Eve

100. Sephiroth/Cloud (FF7 Compilation)

101. Clary and Jace from the Mortal Instruments

102. Rika Sasaki/Yoshiyuki Terada, Cardcaptor Sakura,

103. Veralidaine Sarrasri/Numair Salmalín, from the Immortals Quartet

104. Eli/Oskar, Let the Right One In (2008).

105. Lavan Firestorm/Kalira, Brightly Burning

106. Lapis/Jasper (Steven Universe

107. PearlescentMoon/SMajor, the Life Series

108. Christine/Erik (Phantom Takarazuka)

109. The Brain/Julia (Animaniacs 2020)

110. Sterek, Teen Wolf

111. Jonathan Sims/Elias Bouchard, The Magnus Archives

112. Fyodor and Nikolai, Bungo Stray Dogs

113. Beatrice and Battler, Beabato, from "Umineko”

114. Father Paul/Riley Flynn; Midnight Mass

115. Edward Teach/Izzy Hands; Our Flag Means Death;

116. Batman/Joker

117. Cesare Borgia/Lucrezia Borgia - The Borgias

118. Dean/Sam Winchester from Supernatural

119. Vegas/Pete (Kinnporsche: The Series)

120. Hitori Uzune and Nanaki Kazuaki from Hatoful Boyfriends.

121. Lanze/Bluepool and Anan from Beauty and the Beasts

122. Blade and Dan Heng from Honkai Star Rail

123. Spike and Buffy, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

124. Isaac and Finn, I’m Dating a Psychopath

125. Lenore and Annabelle, Nevermore

126. Estelle and Khalid, From a Knight to a Lady

127. Layla and Matthias, Cry or Better Yet Beg

128. Hyuna and Luka, Alien Stage

129. Karuto and Lily, Dear my Living Dead

130. Andrew and Ashley Graves, Coffin of Andy and Leyley

131. Lydia Deetz/Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice

132. Harrow and gideon from gideon the ninth/Locked Tomb

133. Cathy x Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights)

134. Felix x Ollie (Saltburn)

135. Grace Chastity x Max Jaegerman, Nerdy Prudes Must Die

136. Mikoto and Haijin, Tsuiraku JK to Haijin Kyoushi

137. Eucenielle and Tes, I Hold the Tyrant’s Heart

138. Claire and Balt, The East Wind of the Altas

139. Usui and Misaki, Maid Sama

140. Sebastian Michaelis and Ciel Phantomhive, Black Butler

141. Dabi x Hawks from My Hero Academia

142. Alice “Daisy” Tonner/Basira Hussain, The Magnus Archives

143. Naruto and Sasuke, from Naruto

144. Byleth Eisner / Jeritza von Hrym from fire emblem three houses

145. Akira x keisuke from togainu no chi (nitro+chiral game)

146. Lucy Gray Baird and Coriolanus Snow, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

147. Elias and Chise, The Ancient Magus Bride

148. Gendo and Yui Ikari, Neon Genesis Evangelion

149. Punpun and Aiko, Goodnight Punpun

150. Sang-hyun and Tae-ju, Thirst

151. Hawa and Adam, The Guy Upstairs

152. Satoru Fujnuma and Gaku Yashiro, Erased

153. Root and Sameen Shaw, Person of Interest

154. The Doctor and the master, Doctor Who

155. Juliette and Warner, Shatter Me

156. Ich and Mrs Danvers, Rebecca das Musical

157. Kokichi Ouma and Shuichi Saihara, Danganronpa V3

158. Roxy and Velma, Chicago

159. Griffith and Guts, Berserk

160. Creed and Train, Black Cat

161. Torso and Mutsuki, Tokyo ghoul

162. Vash and Knives, Trigun

163. Sweeney Tod and Mrs Lovett, Sweeney Tod

164. Kuroi and Mashiro, Thou Dhall Not Die

165. Amy and Nick, Gone Girl

166. India and Charlie Stoker, Stoker

167. Pig and Runt, Disco Pigs

168. Anakin and Padme, Star Wars

169. Chloe and Kairos, I Shall Kill That Sweet Devil

170. Jung and Seol, Cheese in the Trap

171. Anthy and Akio Ohtori, Revolutionary Girl Utena

172. Feyre and Rhysand, A Court of Thrones and Roses

173. Lelouch and Suzaku, Code Geass

174. Mikiya and Shiki, Garden of Sinners

175. Gatsby and Daisy, The Great Gatsby

176. Ivan and Till, Alien Stage

177. Sylar and Elle Bishop, Heroes

178. Helena and Demetrius, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

179. V and Rika, Mystic Messenger

180. Yukari and George, Paradise Kiss

[brave-and-gentle]

Risk: Reader x Jean Fluff Part 5

Welcome to my land of delusion - where I keep saying this is the last chapter, and then it's not <3 (also is this even fluff anymore?? idk)

If this is your first time here, please check out Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 and Part 4.

If you prefer reading on Ao3, check it out here.

Pairings: femme reader x Jean

Summary: You deal with the aftermath of Jean catching you avoiding him. You contemplate if telling him the truth about your feelings is worth the risk.

Warnings: Alcohol??

Word count: ~6.7K

Three hours later, you've downed nearly three glasses of pink wine. Three very full glasses of wine, so maybe closer to four. Your senses are fuzzy. Gilmore Girls is playing on the TV – you don't even like Gilmore Girls that much, but the familiarity is comforting. Your eyes can't quite focus on the TV, and you're not sure if that's from your drunken state or the tears streaming down your face.

With one hand, you sip the last bit of your third glass and while your other hand holds your phone. Not for the first time, you reread the text messages you've sent to Sasha – and the one she finally sent you.

Sasha. I'm an idiot. I'm the world's biggest asshole.

Jean hates me now. And I deserve it.

God, Lorelei is toxic as hell. Also why isn't anyone shipping Lane and Jess?

I can't show my face anywhere in Trost now.

Shasa, are yo u coming home soon?? :(((

Oh babe. I'm so sorry. Be home soon. Stay strong, soldier xx

You sink deeper into the couch cushions and place your empty wine glass on the side table. On your phone, you open Instagram to make sure Jean hasn't blocked you. Thankfully, you can still see his last photo – a winter sunset with a Dylan Thomas poem. It's pretentious as hell.

“I'm acting like a psychopath,” you mutter to yourself and wedge your phone in between the cushions, lest you drunk text Jean. You heave yourself off the couch and grab your wine glass, ready for round four.

You're standing practically halfway inside the fridge, mid pour, when Sasha bursts through the door.

“Sasha!” You exclaim and run over to her, wine glass still in hand, and attack her with a hug.

“Hey,” she chuckles and takes the sloshing wine glass away from you. “Easy there.” She pries your leaden arms off her and glances at you with concerned amber eyes.

“What's wrong? What happened?”

“I – I ruined everything!” You collapse onto the floor in tears.

You haven't been this drunk since your college boyfriend broke up with you. When that happened, Ymir drank all night with you and the next morning, you were throwing up in the toilet upstairs and she was throwing up in the toilet downstairs.

Sasha sits down on the floor with you and crosses her legs.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Only if you give me that glass of wine back.” You point an accusing finger at her.

“No can do, sorry,” she wags her finger at you.

You pout, but you know she's right. God only knows what a fourth glass of wine would unleash. Or is it fifth by now? You're losing track.

“We can talk about it tomorrow when you're sober – if you want,” Sasha says and takes a swig of your wine. “Ooo, thanks for getting the pink wine!”

“You're welcome,” you mumble, head down.

“Do you want to take tomorrow off? Maybe you should call in now. Or I can call in for you.”

You sigh. “Probably should. I am not humanity's strongest soldier.” You take out your phone and open up your email for Sasha to send a message to your boss calling in sick. She types away and hands it back to you.

“You're off the hook for tomorrow. Let's get you to the bathroom – you'll kill me in the morning if you haven't washed your face.”

“Alright, alright,” you concede.

Sasha helps you up off the floor and guides you to the bathroom. After she makes sure you do your skin care routine and brush your teeth, she grabs snacks and watches another two episodes of Gilmore Girls with you. The two of you doze off on the couches, only to awaken when the winter sun streams through the living room curtains.

Your mouth is bone dry. Your neck is stiff from the couch. You sit up carefully, testing the waters. No dizziness. No aches, aside from your neck. And your stomach feels fine, albeit hungry. You let out a sigh – hangover successfully avoided.

Sasha remains dead asleep on the other couch. Her warm brown hair is strewn all over her face. You smile, grateful that she remained with you all night. You don't know what you've done to deserve Sasha Braus's friendship. You grab your phone – it's 9:30 am. Relief floods your body when you remember that you're “out sick” today.

But Sasha's not.

Shit.

You fly over to Sasha and shake her shoulder.

“Sasha! Sasha!!”

“Ugh . . .” A bit of drool hangs out of her mouth. Her eyes remain closed.

“Sasha! C'mon Sash – you're late for work!” You shake her shoulder harder.

“No – I dun't,” she mumbles and rolls over onto her back. “Called out.”

“Huh?”

“If you're out, I'm out. Now go to. . .go to. . .” Sasha unleashes a massive yawn, followed by gentle snores.

While Sasha sleeps the morning away, you clean up your wine glass and blanket fort from last night, tackle your disaster of a room – and try not to think about Jean.

And fail, of course, because everything reminds you of him.

You know he'd be horrified to know that you downed at least three glasses of cheap pink box wine. When you organize the scattered papers on your desk, you know Jean would ask what you've been working on. As you throw your clothes in the laundry basket, you wonder if his favorite sweatshirt smells just as good as him.

Guilt simmers in your stomach. Or maybe it's your stomach telling you to eat. Either way, you're torn between the need to find Jean and apologize, to explain – and to run far away from your feelings for him.

When Sasha reawakens an hour later, you two head to the restaurant Niccolo works at for brunch. It's a classically-styled diner, complete with red and white checkered tile and shiny red booths.

“Mimosas? On a Thursday morning?” Niccolo asks as he places the two drinks in front of you and Sasha. “Must be a celebration. Or a really rough day.”

“Definitely rough,” you grumble and take a sip of your mimosa. Niccolo raises an eyebrow at you, but you don't offer an explanation. The sweet citrus floods your taste buds.

“Can you bring us your brunch specials? Your super-extra-special specials? Pleeeease?” Sasha clasps her hands together and gazes at Niccolo with her best puppy dog eyes. “It's a most dire situation.”

“Dire?”

“Men,” she whispers and waves Niccolo away.

“Say no more.” He salutes and returns to the kitchen.

“So,” Sasha begins and takes a gulp of mimosa. “Spill. What happened?”

You don't particularly feel like rehashing the embarrassing scene, but like Niccolo, you are not immune to the effects of Sasha's amber brown eyes. So you spill it all – how you found out something did happen between Jean and Mikasa (as per Marco's request, you're vague about it), and how your solution was to avoid – and how you got caught with your boxed pink wine.

“Damn. Who knew my hankering for pink wine would get you in so much trouble?” Sasha asks and places her chin on her hand.

“It's my fault – don't blame the pink wine. She didn't do anything wrong.”

“As far as I'm concerned, the pink wine is on probation. We'll see how she does for the next week. Now,” Sasha pauses to take another sip, “the question is – what are you going to do?”

“I don't know,” you groan and run both your hands through your hair. “Jean ran out before I could even explain. I can't blame him. I wouldn't even want to talk to me now.”

“Explain what, exactly? What would you tell him now?”

“I – I – um,” you swallow, mouth dry, heart thundering. If you can hardly explain yourself to Sasha, how can you expect to explain yourself to Jean? Pathetic. You wring your hands together and stare at the floor.

“I get it,” Sasha sighs and sits back in the booth. “You know what happened when I told Niccolo that I liked him?”

You shake your head. The two of them had started dating shortly after Sasha moved into the duplex with you.

“I was sick for a week. I'm talking head-in-the-toilet for days.”

“Wait a second,” you say as you recall that Sasha was in fact in the bathroom for hours at a time shortly after the move. “That's why you were sick??”

“Love sick, that is,” Niccolo interrupts and places two plates containing what can only be called Sasha Braus's Bagel Monstrosity in front of you. The two slices of everything bagels are minuscule compared to, well, the everything in between them – a fried egg, shredded hash browns, cheddar jack cheese, Swiss cheese, two slices of bacon, tomato, avocado, lettuce, pickled onions, and a special sauce Niccolo refuses to disclose.

“Sasha, how the fuck-”

“Eat now, talk later,” she says and somehow manages to open her mouth wide enough to take a bite without cracking her jaw open.

“I can finish the story for her,” Niccolo says and plops down next to Sasha. She gives him a thumbs up without taking her eyes off her plate. “Sasha was a regular here for months. We even came up with her Bagel Monstrosity together. Then one day when I'm bussing her table, I see that her receipt has something written on it – her cell phone number. I text her as soon as my shift is over, but I don't get a response that night. I thought okay, no worries, maybe she's working or something. But the next day, I still don't get a response. Or the day after that. After three days, I start to think maybe it was some sort of prank.”

Mouth full of food, Sasha rolls her eyes.

“So what did you do?” You ask and in contrast to Sasha, you use your fork to take a bit of hash browns.

“I couldn't do anything,” Niccolo shrugs. “She was usually here every couple days, but not seeing her for a full week? I was going crazy trying to figure out what I did wrong, why she wouldn't respond to me.”

“Tho then I cah huh,” Sasha breaks through her feeding frenzy, albeit with a mouth full of food. Niccolo smiles at her – even with the small chunk avocado on her chin and her hands smothered in melted cheese, Sasha is his sun.

“So then she came here,” he translates and wipes the avocado chunk off her chin with his thumb. “She demanded to know why I hadn't texted or called. Turns out she was so nervous that she wrote one of the digits wrong.”

“You've gotta be kidding me,” you laugh and dig into Sasha's Bagel Monstrosity.

“No joke. And I'm forever grateful Sasha showed up to set the record straight.” Niccolo squeezes her shoulder, but Sasha remains utterly focused on her breakfast. “Seriously though,” he turns to you with earnest blue eyes, “it's so much easier to just be honest with each other and to ask the burning questions.”

“Yours was pretty low stakes though,” you point out.

“I suppose it was in the end, but I didn't know it at the time. You don't know until you ask. Or until a feral, hungry woman bursts into your kitchen.”

“And beautiful,” Sasha adds and licks her fingertips for the last remnants of her breakfast.

“Correct,” Niccolo says and hands her a napkin. “I gotta get back to the kitchen – oh don't worry about the bill, it's on the house!” He waves and walks toward the kitchen.

“Thanks, Niccolo!” Sasha beams.

“So what would you have done if Niccolo didn't text you because he didn't want to go out with you?” You ask.

“Hmm,” Sasha pauses and looks at the ceiling in thought. “I probably wouldn't show my face in here for a while. Or ever. Which would've been such a disappointment because it's one of the best spots in Trost. But,” she holds up a finger, “I wouldn't have regretted it for a second. Because at least I would've known. So what's the worst that can happen if you tell Jean how you really feel?”

Your stomach churns at the thought – or is it the Bagel Monstrosity? “He says he's still in love with Mikasa and I have to change my name and enter witness protection.”

“C'mon,” Sasha says your name and face palms. “If he doesn't feel the same, yeah it'll be awkward for a bit, but there's enough of us that it wouldn't be too bad. Connie and I got your back no matter what happens.”

The tension in your shoulders loosens slightly. “Thanks, Sash.”

She's right and you know it. In the worst case scenario, your new friend group is big enough that you wouldn't need to interact with Jean. Plus, none of them are the kind to give either of you a hard time about it, though it might give Eren more ammo against Jean.

“Also remember,” Sasha continues, “he literally kissed you. Jeanboy is not the type to just kiss people he doesn't like.”

“I would hope not.” Your toes curl inside your shoes as you remember the night at the ice sculptures. Was it false hope, or was it evidence?

“I'm thinking about this too much – let's get out of here,” you say and slide out of the booth.

“Done and doner.”

~ ~ ~

Despite Sasha's pleas, you don't go to Thursday night trivia later that evening. You're not quite ready to face Jean – you need more time. Instead, you Facetime Historia and Ymir and catch up with their new adventures on the west coast.

As soon you get home from work on Friday, your phone buzzes in your parka pocket. You grab it, hoping that it says “Jean” at the top.

It's Marco.

Ready to be released from stitch jail?

PLEASE.

Haha, great! I'm home now if you want to pop over and we'll take care of it.

Be there in a few.

Since you still have your parka and hat on, you immediately dash over to Marco's place – which is also Jean's place. Shit. Will he be there too? He probably still thinks you're avoiding him because you didn't show up to trivia last night.

Your heart pounds, sending numbing waves cascading down your arms and legs. Or is the numbness from the bitter cold outside? You penguin-walk to their apartment and fly up the stairs leading to their building entrance – and nearly slide on some ice on the middle step. Marco buzzes you in and you sigh with relief as the building heat floods your body.

When you reach their apartment door, you tentatively knock. What would you even say to Jean now? This isn't exactly a great time to try to explain yourself – not while Marco's removing your stitches.

“It's open!” A familiar voice shouts. It's not Jean or Marco.

You open the door, it creaks, and you find Eren on the couch. He's munching on flamin' hot Cheetos.

“Don't tell Jean I'm eating Cheetos on his couch, he'll kill me,” Eren says as you hang up your parka.

“Your secret is safe with me.” All too easy, considering you're not talking. “So,” you rock back on your heels, “Jean isn't here?”

“Nope,” Eren crunches on Cheetos. “He bounced as soon as Marco said you were coming over.”

“Ah.” Your feet are frozen on the floor. You look around for Marco.

“Completely ruined our drunk Mario Kart game.” Eren points to the paused screen (it looks like they were just about to start Rainbow Road) and dusts off his Cheeto-covered hands. The orange flakes swirl around like dust motes. You attempt to stop yourself from smiling – because you know Jean would in fact absolutely throttle Eren for getting Cheeto dust on his couch.

“Wait a second, is Marco-”

“I'm not drunk!” Marco's voice calls from the bathroom. “I'm just getting set up in here for stitch removal – I'll let you know when I'm ready.”

“Okay, sounds good!” You respond.

You shuffle awkwardly by the door, unsure of how to behave around Eren. You've never been alone with him before.

“Care to join me in the waiting room?” Eren gestures to the couch cushion next to him. “You can take over for Jean since he jumped ship.”

“You sure?” You sit down next to Eren and grab the abandoned controller on the coffee table next to half empty red solo cup. The controller is still warm from Jean's hands. You wonder if his palms were sweaty.

“Abso-fricken-lutely. He went to go hang with Reiner and Bert for the rest of the night, and I need to finish our last race. You game?” Eren gazes at you with his familiar mischievous green eyes.

“You're on.” You nod and turn your attention to the screen. Eren chose Donkey Kong and Jean chose Bowser. Somehow, this tracks. “You're really ending on Rainbow Road? Masochists, the two of you.” You shake your head in disbelief.

“On the contrary, it's the best way to test our drunk skills. You ready?”

“Ready.” You grip the controller tighter, as if that'll help you. You haven't played Mario Kart since you were what, 15? Maybe 16?

The timer, ticks down, 3. . .2. . .

“So what's up with you and Jean?”

Startled by Eren's invasive question, you miss your jump start and several characters run you over flat. You grit your teeth.

“Damn it Eren, you distracted me!”

“Sorry not sorry,” he says as he cruises right into first place. “But for real – you two went from eye fucking each other every week at trivia to avoiding each other like Annie avoids Reiner's hugs. What gives?”

“Anybody ever tell you how blunt you are?” You narrowly avoid careening off the edge of the rainbow and then throw a red shell at the next character.

“Every once in a while. Now answer the question.” You two complete the first lap. Eren's still in first, and you're solidly in sixth.

“Nothing.” You slip on a banana peel. “Fuck.”

“Bullshit.”

“Nothing for you to be concerned about.”

“Jean and I may fight a lot, but he's my comrade – now what did you do?”

You catch up to Eren, but he slams into you and sends you flying off Rainbow Road.

“For fuck's sake Eren!”

“Did you think I'd take it easy on you?” he asks with glee.

“Definitely not,” you huff under your breath and wait to get placed back on the road.

“Did you fight?” He presses.

“Not exactly.” You speed back up to reclaim your sixth place. “We're just. . .not really talking right now.”

“Yeah yeah, we all know that, but what's the tea?”

“My god, can anyone have a private life around you?” You'd rather pitch yourself off a real life Rainbow Road then have the whole group know your feelings for Jean.

“Hardly. Everything gets out in our group eventually. Especially with Annie – you wouldn't know it, but she talks mad shit.”

“Really?” You accurately aim a green shell and temporarily send Eren spinning. You overtake him as you begin the final lap. “Ha! Gotcha.”

“Agh,” he groans. “Oh yeah, she knows everything about everyone, so better to tell me now before Annie finds out and tells everyone.”

You sigh with resignation, but you still hesitate to tell Eren since he's indirectly involved per his relationship with Mikasa. “I just. . .” you pause as you fight off Koopa Troopa, “don't know if he actually likes me the way I like him. So I started avoiding him. And it blew up in my face. Happy?”

“Hmm. Well take it from me. . .goddamnit!” He yells as he tries to crash into you, but ends up spinning off the edge of the road. You smirk in victory – you're closing in on the last bit in first place. “If you like someone, you should tell them. Before it's too late.”

“And you have personal experience with this?” You press, wondering if he'll reveal what went down between Jean and Mikasa. You speed up closer and closer to the finish line with Eren right on your heels.

“C'mon, c'mon,” he says and leans forward.

“Damnit!” He yells at the same time you yell “Got 'em!”

The familiar ending chimes – you've won Rainbow Road. “You're good.” Eren admits defeat and places his controller on the coffee table. He places his hands behind his head and leans back into the couch. “To answer your question – yes. We've only got so much time here. Best to tell the truth and take the risk.”

“And what risk did you take?” You cross your legs and shift toward Eren.

“Telling my childhood best friend I was in love with her.” Mikasa, obviously. You heard how Eren and Mikasa's parents were family friends, so when her parents died in a car accident, Grisha and Carla didn't hesitate to adopt Mikasa.

“And what would you have done if she didn't feel the same way about you?”

“Honestly?” Eren places a finger on his chin. “I can't imagine I would've taken it well, not at first at least. I really would've kicked myself for speaking up too late – and I almost did.”

“What do you mean?”

The bathroom door squeaks open. Marco calls your name.

“I'm ready when you are,” he says with a smile.

“Oh, sure.” You stand up and join him in the bathroom.

“So how was the past week?” Marco asks as you sit down in front of the sink.

“Shitty.” You place your hand on your chin and turn away, just like last time. “I'm sure you know he's not speaking to me. Has he. . .you know, said anything at all?” You can hardly bring yourself to even say Jean's name to his best friend.

“Oh, uh,” Marco stutters as he puts his gloves on. Tools click together, but you don't dare turn your head to see what. A tugging begins on your thumb, a familiar sensation from last week. “I was asking about the stitches.”

“Oh.” Your face heats up like a lizard under a lamp. “Um, in that case, not quite as shitty. It hurt for the first two days but the last few were better. Pain in the ass to keep the stitches out of water.”

“For sure, stitches on the hands are tricky devils.” A few moments of silence pass. You stare at the aqua tiled bathroom floor. There's a small dot of toothpaste on the floor. You smile, imagining a sleepy Jean trying to squeeze toothpaste and not realizing he's missed. His hair probably sticks up everywhere in the morning.

Stop thinking about him.

Stop

stop

stop

“And no, Jean hasn't said much about you. But I figured something happened since he's been in a mood the past two days.”

“Does everyone know?” You groan.

Marco chuckles. “There are no secrets here. Though it doesn't help that Jean unintentionally wears his heart on his sleeve. He was picking fights with everyone at trivia last night, and he kept looking at the door.”

“Yeesh.”

“Almost done. . .” Marco trails off. “Are you going to talk to him soon?”

“I know I should. I just don't know if he's going to want to hear what I have to say.” And you're not sure if you want to hear what he might say – that he's still holding a candle for Mikasa.

“Give him a little time. Jean really appreciates honesty. He'll come around soon.”

“I hope so. I feel horrible about us avoiding each other like this.”

“Aaaand, done!” Marco proclaims. “With the stitches, that is. You're a free bird.”

You turn to examine your thumb. Marco holds it with tender care as he gives your wound a closer look. “It's not quite as healed as I'd like it to be considering I just took the stitches out, but you should be good. Just keep it clean and make sure none of Sasha's snacks get stuck in there.”

“I'll do my best,” you laugh. “Anyways,” you stand up. “Thanks a ton, Marco. I owe you.”

“No problem.” He beams back at you with a freckled smile. “You can pay me back by returning my roommate to me a little less grumpy.”

“No promises.” You raise your eyebrows. “But I'll try.”

~ ~ ~

The next night, you're loitering outside of an upscale apartment complex closer to downtown Trost. Hitch invited all of you to a party at her penthouse.

Penthouse, you think to yourself and shake your head. How Hitch could afford to live in a place like this was a mystery to you. And so was how Connie's booty call and turned into a – well, none of you were quite sure what this had turned into for the couple. It seemed to be more than a booty call, less than a serious relationship. More than friends, less than lovers. Regardless, Sasha was thrilled that Hitch invited you all to a party at her penthouse. Allegedly, you could see the Mitras skyline from her windows.

The bitter Trost wind picks up and you shiver in your leather jacket. You weren't sure what was appropriate to wear to an upscale penthouse party, so you ended up in dark jeans, your favorite blouse, and a leather jacket.

Despite the harsh February wind, you don't budge any closer to Hitch's apartment complex. The thought of arriving alone and more than likely seeing Jean is spinning your head. Plus the fact that everyone probably knew by now that things had soured between you two.

You pull out your phone and text Sasha.

Hey, can you come down and walk me in?

What are you talking about? You know everyone here.

But I don't know Hitch that well. And Jean's probably there. Please??

Oh my god. Babe. You're ridiculous. Jean's not even here yet. Just get in here!

Maybe I'll just go home then.

GIRL. Okay fine. I'll meet you halfway. Just come up the elevators and I'll meet you there.

That's not halfway, but okay.

You groan to yourself and hop up the stairs inside. You know you're being ridiculous, but Sasha has become your emotional safety net.

The ceilings inside the lobby are way higher than code. Golden chandeliers dangle from the ceiling. The marble floors reflect your unnerved reflection right back at you.

“Rich people,” you mutter to yourself and hit the up button on the elevator. It dings immediately. You step inside and hit the button for the top floor.

“Wait for me!” An all too familiar voice shouts.

Shit.

Fuck.

Fuck me. Not literally. Maybe literally.

Despite your best interests, you place your arm in front of the elevators doors to hold them.

Jean rushes in, face flushed from running and the cold. His ash brown hair is sticking up everywhere, like he tried to style it but it immediately fell apart when he stepped outside.

“Oh.” He screeches to a halt, but he's already inside the elevator.

“Hi.” You give a soft wave and an awkward smile.

The doors shut and the elevator rises.

You and Jean look anywhere but at each other. The marble floor – why the hell does even the elevator have a marble floor? Your reflection in the walls. The ceiling. Your boots. Anything.

You shove your hands in your jacket pockets and purse your lips.

It's dead silent, aside from the god forsaken elevator music. Actual elevator music.

You wrack your brain for any moment more awkward than this.

But this is more awkward than when your shorts split in volleyball.

It's worse than when you presented for speech class in 10th grade and accidentally said “orgasm” instead of “organism.”

And far worse than the one time you walked in on Historia and Ymir.

It's less than 30 seconds by the time the elevator reaches the top floor, but it's the most agonizing 30 seconds of your life.

Jean clears his throat as the elevator dings to signal that you've reached your destination.

But the elevator doors don't open.

The glowing button signaling the floor number shuts off. You rock back and forth from your toes to your heels.

“What the hell,” Jean mutters and hits doors open button. It dings, but once again, the doors don't open.

Refusing to accept that for an answer, Jean steps forward and reaches his fingers inside the doors and pries the doors apart. He's strong, really strong, and almost has them open, but the elevator dings and the doors begin to shut on him. Jean rips his hands away at the last minute.

“Shit,” he says and wipes his hands on his pants.

He repeats his actions, but to no avail. The doors open slightly, but then the elevator automatically shuts them every time.

It's no use.

You and Jean are stuck in the elevator together.

“No way,” Jean grunts as he pries the elevator doors open for a third time.

“Jean,” you say, his name now a strange feeling in your mouth. He ignores you and continues prying open the doors. “Jean.”

“What,” he snaps as the door close on him for the fourth time.

“It's stuck.”

“Yeah, no shit,” He takes a step back from the elevator.

You huff in response.

“I'll call Sasha.” You pull your phone out and thankfully, she responds.

“Hitch is running downstairs to the front desk to get help,” Sasha says. “It might be a while – I'm so sorry! Do you have food with you? Are you hungry?”

“I'm alright,” you lie. Your stomach rumbles in response, and Jean tries and fails to suppress a snort. “Jean's here too, by the way.” He whips his head in your direction at the mention of his name.

“Oh. OH. Oh.”

“He can hear everything you say. In case you were wondering.”

“Hi, Jean boy! We'll hurry, Hitch is so sorry!”

“Text me updates?” You clutch your phone like a life line. Sasha's voice is the only force strong enough to break the tension, but you can't keep her on the phone forever.

“Absolutely. Gotta go now, Hitch is calling me – good luck in there!”

Sasha hangs up before you get a chance to say goodbye.

You sigh, lean back against the wall, and slide down to take a seat on the ridiculous marbled floor. “It might be a while.”

“Yeah, I heard.” Jean says in a neutral tone. He remains standing and rubs the back of his neck.

The elevator music continues its loop for the third time. Your palms sweat even though it's quite temperate in the elevator. You stare at your black boots. Jean stares at the wall.

Your stomach rumbles again – it practically echoes in the elevator. You bring your knees up to your chest.

This is somehow worse than a few years back when you got your period during a restaurant shift – unbeknownst to you until a customer pointed out the blood on your pants to you.

Jean digs his hand in his pocket, ruffles around, and brings out a protein bar.

He clears his throat. “Hungry?” He takes a step toward you and hands you the protein bar.

Is this a peace offering?

“Oh – thanks.” You accept Jean's offering, unwrap the bar, and take a bite.

It's like you swallowed a spoon full of sawdust. You choke and cough.

“Jean – I'm sorry,” you cough again and sputter, “but the hell is this?”

“Oh, they're Reiner's protein bars. I haven't tried them yet. Are they bad?” He bites his bottom lip in effort to keep himself from laughing, but his hazel eyes are apologetic.

“ArE tHeY bAd?” You mock as you gulp down the last remnants. “Reiner must have burned off his taste buds. Here.” You hold out the unwrapped protein bar with a single bite taken out. “You try.”

Jean obliges. He accepts your offering and takes a bite.

His eyes bulge immediately.

“Oh shit,” he coughs. “What the actual fuck-” He coughs harder.

You grab your bag and rustle through the contents to find your water bottle.

“Here.” You toss it to Jean, who skillfully catches it with one hand. He takes several gulps. You can't help but watch his Adam's apple bob up and down.

This is not even sexual. What is wrong with you?

Stop it.

Stop it.

“Thanks,” Jean sighs with relief and hands your water bottle back to you. “I think you're right – someone's gotta cut Reiner off from boiling-hot coffee. That was awful.”

“No problem.” You grab your water bottle and take a sip, and try not to think about how Jean's mouth was just in the same place as yours.

He leans back against the wall and crosses his arms. “Any updates from Sasha?”

You pull our your phone and find a text from her saying that the maintenance team is on their way. You relay the message to Jean.

“Guess it really will be a while,” he huffs and sits down criss-cross applesauce. With his height, he looks like an over-sized kindergartner. You nod in agreement.

The elevator music begins a fourth loop. You nod your head to the beat and wonder how long it will be until you lose your mind from the music – or from Jean sitting five feet away from you.

“Hey, um. . .” Jean trails off. You jerk your head up, but he's looking down at his feet. He bites his bottom lip for a second. “Did I -” he raises his head to look at you and you instantly wish he didn't. Jean's hazel eyes water ever so slightly. “Did I do something to you?” He asks, his voice wavering.

You suck in a breath. Your stomach ties itself in several knots. You grip your knees tight, dying to curl inside yourself and disappear. Your heart pangs.

“No.” Your voice shakes. “Well, not exactly. Not really. Um, I'm not sure how to explain -”

“It's okay. You can be honest with me,” Jean says while holding steady eye contact. “I'd rather you be honest. Even if it hurts.”

You suck in a deep breath. Inside an immobile elevator is not exactly where you imagined this conversation happening. You wring your hands together. You curl your knees tighter to your chest.

If Jean says he's still hung up on Mikasa, you're still stuck in this elevator with him.

But when else are you going to have a chance to explain yourself alone with him like this?

At least there will be alcohol after. Connie always says “win or lose we booze.”

You take another deep breath.

Maybe it's worth the risk.

“Alright.”

You clear your throat, making way for your word vomit.

“When we kissed after the ice sculptures, I thought there'd be more of that. The kissing that is, uh, not the ice sculptures. But weeks passed by, and it was like that night never happened. And then you painted that picture of me. And I know that doesn't necessarily mean anything, but still.” You know you're beginning to jabber, but there's no stopping this meat soup. “But then at the brewery, you insisted we were just friends. And that's fine, if that's how you feel, really. But then we almost kissed after the wine bar – and I got so confused, Jean. Then I noticed, um, you get in a mood when you see Eren and Mikasa. Together. I mean your fist was literally shaking under the table at trivia and so I asked Marco and he said you two went on a date once. Um, you and Mikasa that is, not Eren.” Jean chuckles softly at this, but you refuse to meet his gaze. You pause, unsure of where your word meat soup has led you.

“What I'm wondering is. . .is if you still like Mikasa. That would – that would suck. For me. But I'd understand. Oh,” you pause, collecting yourself as you realize you haven't addressed Jean's question in the slightest. “But that's why I bailed on you. It wasn't because I didn't like you or want to hang out with you. It was because I was nervous that you were still hung up on her. I'm really sorry, Jean.”

You take off your jacket as heat flushes your body head to toe. As a writer, you're mortified by the steaming garbage that spewed out of your mouth.

The elevator music begins a fifth loop. You stare at the marble floor.

A low rumbling echoes from above the elevator. The maintenance team must be here.

“And why,” Jean begins, “would that suck? If I liked Mikasa?” His tone is neutral, but when you glance up, Jean's hazel eyes tell a different story.

They're shimmering with hope.

“Because,” you swallow, even though your throat is still chalky from Reiner's nasty ass protein bar, “because I like you, Jean. More than friends. I miss our coffee shop time.”

A soft smile spreads across Jean's face.

“Yeah, I miss you too,” he says your name. He scoots closer to you so you're inches away. “I'm sorry for being so confusing. I know what it's like to feel second best, and I never meant to make you feel like that.”

“So then what was going on?” You ask. Jean is so close you're breathing in his cologne – cedar?

He sighs. “I let my fear get the best of me. And my pride. That's why I backed off. I wish I didn't. But to answer your question,” he scratches the back of his head, ruffling his hair up even more, “no, there's nothing between Mikasa and I. Nothing more than friends.”

Relief floods through your body, though you still have more questions.

“So, where does that leave us?” You prod. You trace your kneecap with your finger, waiting for an answer.

“I'd like to make it up to you. If you'll let me.”

“And how would you do that?” Your heart skips a beat.

“By kissing you. And telling you how I really feel about you.” Jean turns to you and hovers his face closer and closer to yours, until you're making direct eye contact. “May I?” He whispers.

“You may.” You smile and lift your chin.

Jean leans forward and cups your neck with his hand. He presses his soft lips against yours. You breath him in, the stuck elevator forgotten.

He presses his forehead to yours. He keeps on hand in the space between your neck and shoulder, while his other hand holds yours, lacing your fingers together.

“I like you,” he breaths your name.

He likes me.

Jean likes me.

Until the elevator doors ding, startling both of you. The doors open to reveal Connie with his arms thrown up in victory. Eren lingers behind him. A few maintenance workers wave at you as they clean up their tools.

“Hey, you guys kissed and made up! Literally!” Connie yells.

“For fuck's sake, Connie,” Jean grumbles as he stands up. Your hand remains in his, so he pulls you up as well.

“You're free!” Eren chimes in. He stares at your hands and smirks as you and Jean.

“C'mon,” Connie says and waves you to follow him down the hall. “Hitch has a full bar set up. I can't believe you two were stuck in that elevator. . .that's like, seven minutes in heaven for adults!”

“Connie,” you chastise him. “Maybe you and Hitch should get in there and see what you can do before the elevator reaches the bottom floor.”

Jean coughs down a laugh.

“Actually,” Connie pauses, eyes widening. “That's a great idea.” He darts down the hall before you can get another word in. Eren winks at you with mischievous green eyes as he follows Connie.

Jean sighs. “So that's the kind of night it's going to be.”

You raise an eyebrow, asking for further explanation.

“I'll be cleaning up after Connie tonight. Don't be surprised if you end up holding Sasha's hair back.”

“I suppose I owe her a favor. Shall we? ” You point to the door leading to Hitch's penthouse.

Jean smiles – it's a smile that could melt all of Trost in mere seconds.

“We shall. Together?”

“Together.”

[redrangermike]

Dwampyverse x Bratz

Well...I've kinda gotten into the Bratz universe lately and now I'm kinda thinking about who in the Dwampyverse would best suit each of the Bratz and the Bratz Boyz character wise...

Isabella would totally be 'Pretty Princess' herself Yasmin - the stylish Latina with a soft spot for animals and as evidenced in 'Operation Crumb Cake', Isabella can also do creative writing much like Yasmin.

'Cool Cat' Jade...that would be the scientific mind of the Dwampyverse girls and that's Stacy Hirano.

'Bunny Boo' Sasha...honestly, I wanna say that's Amanda Lopez. Rewatching Milo Murphy's Law, Amanda's kinda like the mom of the Murphy crew even more so than Sara - similar character trait to Sasha.

The last of the original core Bratz is the drama queen herself, 'Angel' Cloe and honestly...that's Candace. She freaks out at anything and everything, crushes on the cool jock Jeremy and do I even need to mention the outfits she went through throughout the series?

For 'Sugar' Phoebe - I think that would go to Melissa Chase, she's sweet, level-headed, mature...but she could also be 'Funky Fashion Monkey' Meygan as Milo's curse has her always hunting for the next adventure.

'Sugar Shoes' Dana...that's gotta be Lydia. Her style is very feminine and girly, just like Dana.

As for their respective boys...

Phineas is so Eitan 'The Dragon' - similar character traits with being a gamer, soccer player and a rocker...plus they have a princess Latina going after them.

Coltrane would be Dylan 'The Fox' - slick, stylish jock and musician, not much more to be said here.

Koby 'The Panther' - I think that would be Zack, especially in season 2 of MML. He became more outgoing as the show went on, his outlook on life became more easy going, he just reminded me of Koby after I watched the Bratz TV show for the first time.

Cameron 'The Blaze' - that would be the only guy who could keep Candace mellow and that's Jeremy. Just like Cameron and Cloe balance each other out, Jeremy does the same for Candace.

Cade 'The Viper' is definitely Milo - sporty, adventurous, easy-going...enough said.

That just leaves Thad 'The Shark' - that would be Bradley. While pessimistic, I think that Lydia would find a certain charm in Bradley she wouldn't expect. He also gives off this strange punk vibe that I didn't see in MML's first run.

[loloslaystheday]

About Me I Guess

Aliases: Diva(Just the display name yknow), Rose, Strawberry, Jae

Gender:Female, she/her pronouns

Sexuality: Pansexual

Fav color: Purple, Black and Green

Fav Food: Mac n Cheese

Birthday: 1/26

My Favorite Entertainment

Anime

KnY, BNHA, AOT, Banana Fish, TPN, Naruto, Kakegurui(occasionally), High Rise Invasion, Amane Ga Kill, Assassination Classroom, Bungou Stray Dogs, Death Note, HxH, Spy x Family

Games

FNAF, Undertale, ACNH, CRK, Cuphead, Mario, Hackets Quarry

Shows/Movies

Princess and the Frog, Courage the Cowardly Dog, James and the Giant Peach, Nightmare Before Christmas, Wednesday, The Addams Family, Stranger Things, Matilda, Spirit Riding Free(don’t say nothing), Spirit, Aladdin, The Little Mermaid, Cinderella(basically every Disney movie except a few new ones), Monsters Inc, Toy Story movies, more Pixar movies, more Disney and Nickelodeon shows, yknow? It’s a lot lol.

My favorite characters

Inosuke Hashibira

Dazai Osamu

Yumeko Jabami

Katsuki Bakugou

Armin Arlert/Sasha Braus

Ash Lynx/Eiji

Emma/Gilda

Naruto Uzumaki

Sniper Mask

Leone

Karma/Koro-sensei

Ryuk

Killua Zoldyck

Bonnie the Bunny

Frisk/Toriel

Cyd/Rodeo/Ankha

Cherry Blossom Cookie

Pork Rind

Peach/Bowser/Yoshi

Dylan

Tianna

Courage

Mrs Ladybug

Jack/Zero/Oogie Boogie/Sally

Wednesday/Enid/Thing/Tyler

Wednesday/Uncle Fester/Pugsley

Eleven/Mr Hopper

Matilda/Ms Honey

Abigail/All the horses/Snips

Spirit

Jasmine/Genie

Flounder/Ariel

Gus Gus

Boo/Sully/Mike Wazowski

Rex

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[thestanconfessions]

[savoies]

another bc I’m in my feels like constantly! #81 with our resident berta boy mr Holloway 😍

81 ➝ “i’ll be with you for as long as you need.”

from @edmundspevensea ways to say I love you list.

warnings: stress over school.

Dylan wasn't one to say I love you often. He just preferred to show it. Buying you flowers or surprising you with your favorite drink from the coffee shop you guys visited often.

So now both of you laid in your bed after practice talking about whatever came to mind. dylan running his fingers up and down your arm, causing goosebumps to rise as his warm skin came in contact with your cool one.

You had sort of a hard day. School was kicking your butt and honestly all you wanted to do was ignore the list of homework that had accumulated. It wasn't that you were putting it off, it was just that everytime you got through some of it and finally made a dent in it it seemed as though your teachers gave you more.

So now you talked to dylan about how you were so over it and all you wanted to do was give up on all of it, with school and the stress of it.

"Baby you're literally the smartest person I know. You got this, how about this. How about I help you with it." He said as he looked over at you with a small smile on his face.

"Really, I don't want you to feel like I'm forcing you especially after you had practice." You said looking over at him.

"Of course." He said. Both of you grabbing the books and working on making a dent on all of the homework.

~~~

It had been a few hours now, the time reaching midnight. "Dylan you know you can head home right, I can just continue this by myself." You told him appreciating the help but knowing he was proabbly tired.

“i’ll be with you for as long as you need, ok." He said as both of you continued to work throughout the night. See Dylan wasn't one to say I love you but as he helped you with your homework into the early hours of the night you know that he indeed did.

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@dragonsmadeofdiamonds​ said -->  "i’ll go, if you’re going to pretend i’m not here."

Dylan finished furiously sending her text message then locked her phone, setting it screen down on her leg. “I’m not ignoring you.” She said, mild irritation lacing her tone. “I was dealing with some shit.” She gave Sasha a once over, her eyebrow curved like a question mark. “When did you get so needy?”

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Taylor and Joe in 2022

January 2nd – The local media spots Taylor’s jet in Tahiti and publishes an article about it.

January 7-8th – Joe and Taylor depart Tahiti and briefly stop in Atlanta and London before heading to Cornwall. (x) 

(Since it’s rumoured that they recently stopped renting their place in Belsize Park, it’s possible that they’re moving to Cornwall but we don’t know for sure.)

A few years ago, a fan talked about being mutual friends with Joe’s best mate’s fianceé and said Joe and Taylor had gone on a couples trip with their friends to Cornwall. (x)

(Joe saying that it’s his favourite place in July 2021:)

January 12th – Taylor’s 2nd jet also goes to Cornwall from Nash, and it’s fairly likely that it’s her family visiting them.

January 13th – The main jet flies from Cornwall to London and then to Nashville, presumably to park.

January 28th – Joe and Taylor leave the UK for New York City. It’s possible that they went because he has to be there for CWF-related reasons, especially since he liked co-star Sasha Lane’s post about being in NYC.

January 30th – Taylor, Joe and Patrick are spotted having dinner at Dowling's at The Carlyle in NYC.

Via lilystewartttt on TikTok:

“And he sends me this, [Taylor’s] eating with Joe, he’s not in this picture. There she is! Obviously my friend wanted to say hi, get a photo and whatever, but he was respectful of her space. Also, her security was staring his ass down but he had to snap a pic for the girls”

February 9 - At the Hulu TCA panel, Joe is asked about the themes of polyamory in his upcoming show, Conversations with Friends, and responds

I think people should do whatever makes them happy. I’m obviously happy in a monogamous relationship.

February 18 - ET Online shares an article describing the dynamics of Taylor and Joe’s relationship to respond to the engagement rumors. According to the source, most likely Taylor’s publicist, Taylor and Joe ‘have been enjoying their time as a couple [and] have spoken about their future together and feel very secure about their relationship.’

March 10 - Alex Cameron, Jemima Kirke’s partner, thanks both Taylor and Joe in the liner notes of his new album and later tweets about it.

March 13 - Taylor and Joe are spotted having dinner with Dylan O’Brien at One White Street in New York City.

March 27 - Taylor and Joe are spotted at the pre-Oscars party hosted by CAA, Joe’s agency. According to a source at ET Online, they hang out with Hailey Bieber and Zoe Kravitz. (x)

They were super cute together and looked very in love. Towards the beginning of the party, they hung out by the bar for a bit and were talking to people and being very friendly. [Taylor, Joe, Hailey, and Zoe] all stood together talking for around a half hour as a group.

April 19 - In an interview with Elle Magazine, Joe says it is ‘not a plan of [his]’ to continue writing songs under his pseudonym.

April 20 - In an interview with The Wall Street Journal, Joe responds to engagement rumors: (x - this article is from People Magazine, since the WSJ interview is paywalled)

If I had a pound for every time I think I've been told I've been engaged, then I'd have a lot of pound coins. I mean, the truth is, if the answer was yes, I wouldn't say, and if the answer was no, I wouldn't say.

He also addresses their privacy and mentions spending early quarantine in LA, before confirming the origin story of the William Bowery pseudonym. It is a tribute to his grandfather, William Alwyn, and to the Bowery Hotel, where he ‘spent a lot of time when he first came to the US.’

Screenshot via @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes

April 30 - Joe’s new interview with The Guardian comes out. He discusses a few aspects of their relationship, starting with their privacy and Taylor’s fame.

“It’s not something I think about, unless I’m in situations like this, and someone says, ‘What’s it like?’ and I have to think about what to say about it.”

“It’s just not for other people, and I don’t say that with aggression.”

I tell him I watched a nine-minute compilation on YouTube that collected everything they had said about their relationship in public into one handy video. “Well, I hope that was illuminating,” he says, drily. It wasn’t, actually. “That doesn’t surprise me, because I don’t know what people would be going off.”

“I don’t know how best to talk about it. I mean, I’m aware of people’s … of that size of interest, and that world existing. It’s just not something I particularly care about, or have much interest in feeding, I guess, because the more it’s fed, the more you are opening a gate for intrusion.” He is aware that this makes him sound guarded. “I think that’s just my response to a culture that has this increasing expectation that everything is going to be given. If you don’t post about the way you make your coffee in the morning, or if you don’t let someone take a picture when you walk out of your front door, is that being private? I don’t know if it is. So I just don’t really feed that”

“If you and I were having a conversation, and having a shandy in my house, and it wasn’t being recorded, then, of course, other things would be said.”

[when asked about if he and Taylor mutually decided on a party line due to the similarity of the quote above to Taylor’s interview with the Guardian in 2019]: “Erm. It was just like, well, why? There are more interesting things to talk about and I just think it feeds into a weird part of the culture that I’m not really interested in being a part of.”

He also discussed their musical collaborations and his Grammy win:

“That was a surreal bonus of lockdown. That’s an understatement.”

“It wasn’t like, ‘It’s five o’clock, it’s time to try and write a song together.’ It came about from messing around on a piano, and singing badly, then being overheard, and being, like, ‘Let’s see what happens if we get to the end of it together.’” He liked it because there were no expectations and no pressure. “I mean fun is such a stupid word, but it was a lot of fun. And it was never a work thing, or a ‘Let’s try and do this because we’re going to put this out’ thing. It was just like baking sourdough in lockdown.” But not everyone’s sourdough resulted in a Grammy. “The Grammy was obviously this ridiculous bonus.”

May 6 - In an interview with Graham Norton, Joe gets asked about winning a Grammy.

I have no idea [about the Grammy credit rules]. I don’t know. I think if you’re a part of it or part of something to a certain percentage of the album, then the Grammy’s on the way to you.

He also mentions childhood trips to Cornwall and the Beatles documentary Get Back. Taylor previously wore merch from the movie in her New Year’s TikTok.

[mokkemusic]

Playlist - Yuta & Rika

No one asked for this but here is my Yuta and Rika playlist. I’ll give the youtube links too. I'll keep adding to this as well. But they are a lot more specific so only if it’s right. Also, this goes without saying but, not every lyric and verse is gonna match them. I chose these songs because some fit entirely perfect and some only a couple verses. But yea enjoy. These can go for other dark tragic loves.

 King Gnu - Ichizu x

King Gnu - Ichizu (English Cover by Mew & Thai McGrath) x

King Gnu - Sakayume x

King Gnu - Sakayume ( FULL English Cover by IN0RI) x

King Gnu - Sakayume ( Small English Cover by Just Cosplay Sings) x

King Gnu - Sakayume (Piano Cover by Animenz) x

JJK S1 ED2 by Cö shu Nie - Give It Back x

JJK S1 ED2 by Cö shu Nie - Give It Back (Cover Duet by Just Cosplay Sings & Thai McGrath) x

JJK S1 ED2 by Cö shu Nie - Give It Back (English Cover by Mew) x

JJK 0 OST Greatest Strength by Hiroaki Tsutsumi, Toft Willingham, Chez, Jessica Gelinas x

These are some more specific JJK 0 OST scores in the movie by title . Composed by Hiroaki Tsutsumi, Alisa Okehazama and Yoshimasa Terui.

This Is Pure Love x

Record x

Together Forever And Ever x

Malory - Something Sweet About Death x 

-Absolute favorite. Also, please go watch this amv as well cause oh man x

Alexander Rybak - Fairytale x

Paloma Faith - Only Love Can Hurt Like This (slowed and pitch changed) x

Billie Eilish - The end of the world x

Elley Duhé - Middle of the Night (Slowed Ver.) x

5 Seconds Of Summer - Ghost Of You x

Justin Bieber - Ghost x

Sasha Sloan - Dancing With Your Ghost x

Katy Perry - The One That Got Away (Cover by Brielle Von Hugel) x

Ruth B. - Dandelions x

SLANDER - Love Is Gone ft. Dylan Matthew (Acoustic) x

James Arthur - Train Wreck x

Ricky Montgomery - Mr Loverman x

Chord Overstreet - Hold On x

Sumika - Himitsu x

Wolf Alice - Silk x (this one I am not so sure I like but the lyrics really fit)