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mikaswannabe · 2 years ago

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OVERACHIEVING MOUTH

— ❣︎✰︎☮︎ — "let's see how else you can use this overachieving mouth." — ☮︎✰︎❣︎ —

IN WHICH a class project brings two senior students together as an unlikely pair.

content includes: hotnerd!reader, studypartner!eren, athlete!eren, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, possessiveness, slow burn but not too slow, small bit of angst, dom!eren, fingering, a lot of penetration, cunnilingus, slight breeding kink.

"I've done a randomization on who will work with who on this project, so that conflicts will be less likely."

When your film teacher gave that disclaimer, your eyes instantly widened. You don't talk to anybody in this period anymore, and she was likely enforcing this because of you.

With the last project, you allowed a girl who you got along with in this class to work with you, but you found out that she was an inconsiderate freeloader, so yes you gave her a piece of your mind! Maybe you blew it out of proportion, but you couldn't see any wrong in it.

But now this was the outcome, and you were wishing you were calmer about it now. Your teacher went over to her laptop, and on the board, she showed the pairings.

Some people hit a 777, but meanwhile, you were thinking that this lottery was a scam, because how the hell did you get Eren Jaeger?!

You're a girl at the top of your class, most of your grades being in the triple digits and you had already accepted a full-ride scholarship to an prestigious college three hours out of the city. It's your senior year, and this was just one of your electives, but you liked this class, and you like to give everything your all.

So how could the stars have possibly aligned you with Eren? This pretty-boy athlete. You've had a few other classes with him in these 4 years, but never a conversation. You just recognized that his handsome face only pops up in these classes every once in a blue moon.

He was sitting on the opposite side of the room from you. Your head was leaning on your hand, and you glanced over to him from across the classroom. He always sat with his legs spread. Slutty and Obnoxious. He was sitting up straight in his chair with his arms crossed, and then you saw those dark hues of green in his eyes go to you. That's when you looked away, looking down at your phone as if something super interesting was going on in it.

People started to move around to go sit with their partners, so he took the liberty to come up to you. Huge feet made their way under your vision, so that's when you looked up from your phone. Looking through your rectangle frames, you saw his stoic face looking down at you, his hands in his pockets and his crotch uncomfortably near your face.

"Hey."

That deep voice is what you're gonna have to tolerate until the due date next week. But not if you could help it.

"Excuse me." You stood up and moved past him. You went over to Miss Sullivan's desk, and she slowly turned her head to acknowledge you after you said her name. She knew that it was always most likely to be bullshit coming out of your overachieving mouth.

"Yes?"

"Is it alright if I work alone?"

She glanced over to your desk, where Eren had pulled a chair up and sat on the side of it. Then, those judgy eyes moved back over to you. "Go sit down, Miss Johnson."

Your mouth fell open in offense, but you wiped your arrogant expression off. "Can I go use the bathroom, though?"

She picked up a pre-written pass and handed it to you between two fingers. You really did have to pee, and you also just needed a minute to cope.

When you got back, you guys — particularly you — spent the rest of that period organizing what to do with the project. He recognized that you just kept talking, and talking, and talking. He felt like his head was spinning.

"How do you even know so much stuff?"

The fact that he practically cut you off irritated you. "Hm?"

"Like, how could you pay attention to the movie this much? I fell asleep on it."

It was a crime-based movie. It kept you probed. You weren't surprised that he fell asleep though. "It was interesting."

You were a very pretty girl, makeup always on point and displaying personality, even though you had a mysterious aura surrounding you since you didn't talk to too many people here. You had a nose stud and a septum, and the blue evil eye charm layered over your other necklaces stood out. Your locs were platinum blond at the top and went to being hot pink at the bottom, and your bold hairstyles always struck you a compliment that you would smile and give a soft thanks to.

All of this, and no one would think you were such a nerd. Even with your cute glasses.

"Hm. Well, at least I'll see you in homeroom. Can we rewatch it in there?"

Eren Jaeger. Y/N Johnson. It's been four years that you've had to be in a homeroom with him because of how your last names are matched up. But still, to his response, all you could think of was Who is we? "Um..."

You had tightened your lips, but he needed them open so he could get an answer. "What's wrong?"

You scratched the back of your head, "You can't just research it on your own time?"

"You know so much about it though. It would be really helpful."

Was he trying to butter you up? You were really just trying to get this 100. "Uh-"

"Oh, bell rings in 5 minutes." He closed his Chromebook that he had barely been doing work on and put it in his bag. "I'll see you later."

He picked up his bag and walked back over to his seat, just as everyone else who had rearranged did under Miss Sullivan instructions.

You spent the next period dreading what was gonna be after it. Your homeroom took place in the theater. The drama teacher was your homeroom teacher, so after he would call roll, everyone would go to doing their own thing.

You took your usual seat at the end of a row, about 10 rows away from the stage with your bookbag in the seat next to you. Everyone else was usually spaced out, and there were small clusters of groups getting along in their own areas.

For example, the white boys would always banter on the stage, either playing with the props, doing something else foolish, or just laying there talking or on their phones.

Eren was always a part of this group, but after the roll was called today, he easily hopped off of the stage with those long legs of his and moseyed his way on over to you.

Instead of just saying excuse me like a regular human being, he walked over the seat in the row in front of your bookbag's seat, forcing you to look up from your phone at this bizarre act. When he completed that step, he moved your bookbag onto the floor and sat down.

"Hey."

You didn't say anything, just staring at him. He took the liberty to start again. "So, I left my Chromebook up there. Hope yours is charged."

You gave him a few slow blinks, and then you reached past his knee to unzip your bag and take the laptop out. Of course it was charged. You started typing into your browser, but he was confused. "What streaming service are we gonna watch it on?"

This was the third sentence he's said, and this one was gonna be the first to incite a response out of you...

Or was it? Why the fuck were you taking so long to open that overachieving mouth and give him an answer?

"I was just gonna try Soap2Day." Your voice was small and shy, even though he had a feeling you were far from shy. He just wanted to get it out of you, though.

"What's that?"

He saw the website you stated as you pulled it up on the computer, and you began typing in the name of the movie that was the subject of the presentation.

"Ohhh, you bootleg shit. Cool. I'm gonna use this."

When you pulled up the movie tab, there was porn on the side of the screen, and he held in a laugh as you rushed to put the videoplayer in full-screen.

Five minutes into the movie, he was engrossed, but you couldn't tell with how he made the move to put his arm around your shoulder. Even though you were shutting that shit down real quick, he savored the feeling of your soft hand on his when you grabbed him and gently put his arm back where it belonged.

"No?" He asked to confirm his rejection.

"No." You repeated.

He was actually interested in the movie, and he kept pausing it and asking you questions. "So you're telling me she pushed her friend off the bridge? Why?"

If he watched the first time, he would know why. But his entertainment was amusing. "Just keep watching."

About 30 minutes into watching, Eren was completely focused. Then, a certain buzzcut boy made his way down the walkway to you two. "Yo, Jaeger!"

Connie Springer. Don't know why the fuck he was in here, but he was here. You weren't complaining, though. His attractiveness was something you couldn't deny. Sexy ass Columbian basketball player with undeniable charm and a pretty ass smile. You had your head rested on your hand, watching him in adoration as Eren paused the movie to dap his homeboy up.

"What's up, Con. You skipping again?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I was never even here, bro. What y'all over here doing, though?"

"We got paired together for a project in film, so I forced her to stay with me to watch the movie again."

Connie laughed. "Working with him hasn't killed you yet, huh Y/N?"

It's been four years that you've been around this man and you haven't had any significant interaction with him. So you grinned when you heard that he knew your name. "It's probably coming soon."

Eren gave a nasty sneer. He's been bending over backwards all day to try to get along with you, but how come you showed that pretty smile to Connie before you could show it to him?

"Whatever. Connie you don't have anywhere else you could be that doesn't involve bullying me?"

Connie's face showed shock to Eren's audacity, "I'm a bully? Tuh. Actually, my next stop is the snack lady, and I'ma go bully my way into a free honeybun."

He dapped Eren up one more time, "See you at practice." Directing a smile to you, he waved and began to walk away.

You thought it would be best to go straight back to the movie, and that's why you directed your hand towards the space bar, but Eren had something to offer. "You wanna go to the snack lady with me? I'm hungry."

"I have food." You moved your laptop off of your lap and onto his. Partially leaning over his knee again, you pulled a purple bag of sweet and salty flavored popcorn out of your bag.

Crazy. You had other things in your bag besides books. He put his hand out, but you just gave him a side eye and looked back at the computer, pressing play before putting a handful in your mouth.

He was looking at you in disbelief, and it was 30 seconds of his glare poking through the side of your head, but you continued to stoically watch the movie. That was until he smashed the space bar. You slowly turned your head to have your eyes on him.

"Why do you hate me? Seriously, have I done something to you that I don't remember, or what?"

Now you kind of felt bad. "You just seem like bad news."

"How? You don't even know me like that. And you're not even trying to get to know anything good about me. Meanwhile, I'm ready to tear my head off from tolerating your stingy ass all morning."

Your mouth fell open in offense. "If you wanna tear your head off, do it. I wanna do it since I'm paired with you. You just don't seem like the type to commit to an assignment the way that I do."

"Once again: You don't know me. And I gotta admit, you're probably right. I'm not as much of a nerd as you."

You showed offense to the term he used as if he wasn't accurate. "What? I don't mean it offensively. You're like, really smart. I just have a lot of other things to focus on. Sports are more fun than fuckass assignments to me, but I do try to get it done."

"Football season's been over." You stated. With this fact, sports couldn't have had him too busy.

But he was ready to disprove you. "I do baseball and track, too. Since you know every fucking thing."

Your mouth fell open. Maybe you did overstep. "Sorry then... What do you do in track?"

You didn't know anything about baseball, but track & field was interesting to watch. "Long jump, pole vault, long distance, and sprints."

He saw your eyes round with intrigue. "Are you any good?"

You saw the corner of his mouth pull up in a curve. "Come to my track meet tomorrow and find out."

Your glossy lips poked out in decision. "Hmm."

"Come on. After, I can take you back to my house and we can work on the project."

That's where you were out. "Umm, I don't even know you like that."

"Yeah, and that's the problem."

"My mom don't even know your mom or nothing."

"You're 18, right?" You nodded to his question. "And you still have to ask your mom to go places after school?"

He's made your mouth fall open so much in offense that you're surprised a bug hasn't flown in it. You picked up your phone and started typing.

you mama this boy asked me to hangout with him after school tomorrow.

mama dearest Thank God. 🙏

you ???

i don't even know him like that though.

mama dearest If you could tolerate talking to him long enough where he got to the point of asking you out, then get to know him like that.

you omg????

say no!!!!

mama dearest I'll say no to you asking me to say no. 🤷‍♀️

you mama?!!!

what if i'm out having sex doing drugs robbing cars?

mama dearest You a punk!!!

you PLEASE

mama dearest Live outside of academics for a minute please.

In fact, if you come home before sundown today I'm taking your keys away.

you i rode the bus today anyway!!! look in the driveway she broke down again hater 😪

Eren was looking all in your phone, laughing mad hard. "Our mom's funny as fuck, huh?"

You hit his obnoxious ass on his shoulder. "Shut up."

"So, where you wanna meet up after school?"

"Who said I was agreeing?"

"Don't go sit in a library until sundown like the nerd you are."

You pouted, "I was gonna go to Chick-Fil-A, actually."

"If you don't wanna tell me where you'll be at, that's fine. I'm gonna track you down though."

"You scaring me. This why I didn't wanna be around you."

His grinning teeth showed as he looked at you, "Not my fault you're doing this the hard way."

You rolled your eyes, "Meet me at 500 hall's exit 10 minutes after the bell, then."

"The one that goes out towards the bus ramp?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. You should give me your number, in case things get mixed up."

Your eyelashes went up, then down, and every time they did that, he would still be looking at you as serious as ever. Instead of letting those sassy lips say something that would piss him off, he just snatched your phone and swiped to the right of your lockscreen. You tried to reach for your phone back, but he was snapping pictures of him and you, even if it was chaotic as he posed and you hid your face and struggled.

"Boom. Now you got a nice selection for a contact picture. You gotta get my number first though."

"Not happening."

He nodded his head as if he was accepting defeat, but then he directed your phone towards your face with reflexes of a cheetah. "Too bad you're not smart enough to close your eyes." Now your phone was unlocked and you were practically at his mercy.

"What is wrong with you? Why are you going through my phone? What if you find something you don't wanna see?"

Your phone was Hello Kitty themed, and he had to make his way through the pink ocean to get to the phone app. "I'm just trying to put my number in your phone. I feel like in here I'll only find the cure to cancer, or a text from your boyfriend or something."

"Who told you I had a boyfriend?"

He shrugged, "I was just assuming. Smart, pretty, sassy as fuck. Somebody must be crawling after you."

He called you pretty? "...No, I don't fool with nobody like that."

Either you were bullshitting, or you saw him smirk a little as he heard that. He typed his contact name in as "bestieboo eren" with a plethora of hearts and outrageous emojis behind it.

"Eren, please."

"Don't change it, either."

Who did this white man think he was telling you what to do like this? "Or what?"

"Or I'll show you how it is when I'm really scaring someone." He handed your phone back to you, his green eyes staring into you with a layer of cockiness over his face. You took it while your gaze swirled into his. "Got it?"

This was the first time he got a smirk out of you, and your eyes narrowed as you answered him with, "Okay then."

You picked your laptop back up and woke it up from its nap of inactivity, and then you two resumed the movie. He laid his head on your shoulder like he was slick. You pushed his head away, but he laughed and kept his head near. "Come on, let me lay down. The computer's on your lap. It makes everything easier for me."

You just rolled your eyes and complied, and he laid down as he continued to watch, even eating some of the popcorn that you had a change of heart over.

During your last period, he texted you.

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 hi best friend

you please

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 already begging for me i knew it was real

you what the hell do you need?

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 sorry to interrupt you during ur very important class

but i just remembered

i have practice after school

so i can't meet up w you immediately

you thank goodness. 🙏🏾

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 tf you think this is

you're not getting away from me that easily bestie

you 😧

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 u could send me ur addy and i'll pick u up after i'm out

you absolutely not.

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 or u could wait for me here until i get out of practice

you BAHHAA ur hilarious.😭

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 i don't want u riding that dingy ass bus tho

just wait for me stink

you i am not tems no waiting will be done.

how about we dead this me going over to your house idea.

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 here u go again being negative

now i gotta go back to square one

you ?

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 tracking u tf down

you sir???

scary ass individual.

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 yeah ik where you are right now be prepared to see me

you be prepared to NOT see me tf. bye.

bestieboo eren 💕💕🫦🫦🫶🏾🫶🏾😚😚 no byes see u in 15 minutes

You were the first one to walk out your classroom door, so that means that everyone else behind you saw when you got snatched by your arm from the side of the door. Eren was your abductor. He was really serious about it, and now he had his hand on your lower back and a grip around your wrist as he led you away.

"Eren, let me go!" You didn't like causing a scene, but the halls were already crowded and loud with people as soon as the bell rang.

He didn't give you a response, but you could feel the amusement radiating off him. He dragged you to a hall that led to the office. People were still walking through it, but it was much clearer than the hall you two came from.

"What is wrong with you?!" You reprimanded as you snatched yourself away from his grasp.

"Hey. How's your day been without me?" With a smile on his face, he was acting so casual as if he didn't just manhandle you.

"Bye. My bus is first wave."

When you tried to walk away, he snatched your bookbag and easily pulled you back to him. "Let me get this off of you."

You must've softened up, because you allowed him to take your bag off of your shoulders. "How did you know where I was?"

"Your friend Ashyra was in my class. I don't know how she feels about me taking her best friend position, but she'll be okay."

You were instantly ready to beat your actual best friend's ass seeing as she reported your location to this opp. "Eren, I don't wanna stay after school. Why would I wanna be here any longer than I already am?"

"To stay with your best friend, duh."

Not a smile grazed your face as you tilted your head to the side. He tilted his back with sass to match your energy. No matter how bad you thought you could intimidate him, he was gonna double back.

"Whatever. I'll walk to the café across the street, since you want me here so bad."

"And do. If you wanna get something, I'll Venmo you."

"No, you don't have to do that."

"Well I don't have cash on me right now, so that's the only way this'll work."

"Well I kind of didn't ask for money anyway."

"Nevermind on Venmo, accept the Apple Pay I just sent you."

"White boy, stop treating me like a charity case."

"What? I'm not. You're changing your schedule and staying after school just because of me. This is the least I could do. It's just $15. Text me when you get over there, or I'ma blow up your phone, alright?"

You didn't respond, but you had a smirk on as you grabbed your bag back from him turned around. He grabbed your hand and spun you back, "You deaf? Text me when you get over there."

"Eren, okaaay. I will."

"Okay, can I get a hug?"

You laughed, "See you in an hour."

"Come on, I'm gonna get a hug out of you today. Would you rather it be now, or after practice when I'm all sweaty and gross?"

"Never-"

"Isn't an option. Come here, mama."

He knew that when you rolled your eyes, he got you. Usually you would roll your eyes or give him a smirk, one or the other, separate not together. This time he got both as he pulled you in, swinging you side to side as your arms wrapped around his firm and fit torso.

"Okay, I'll see you later, Eren."

"Yeah, see you later."

One thing you learned about Eren today is that he was gonna stand behind his words. He really did blow up your phone 15 minutes later! It took a five minute phone call for you to get him to shut up, and at 4:45, he called you again and told you he was driving over.

He found you sitting in a booth at the McDonald's. Your laptop was open in front of you but you were on your phone.

"You texting somebody that's not me?"

"Or me?"

Two separate voices that both know how to grind your gears. You looked up to see Eren sliding into the booth with your best friend Ashyra sliding in on the other side of him. "Not both of y'all here to torcher me."

"You finally met my favorite white boy! Didn't I tell you he cool people?"

"Yeah, but I been knew you was a liar, too, Shy."

Her mouth fell open, and then an order came out. "Eren, kick her."

You shrieked as you tried to avoid his gruesome, manly feet, but he got your ass. "Ow! I hate that y'all know each other. Y'all are gonna make my life hell."

"You know it. Did you get anything?"

"Nah."

Fed up with you, he rolled his eyes with a "Stand up."

Ashyra got up and allowed him to get up too, but you were still sitting there. "What?"

"What do you want? A cookie? Fries?"

"She has a sweet tooth. Can you get me a caramel frappe?"

"Bet."

"Shy." You called reprimandingly.

"What? He's offering, I'm taking. You smart, but that's something else you can learn."

Eren leaned down, his hand placed on the table. You didn't expect it, and that's why you were looking so directly at him when his face got closer to yours. "What do you want me to get you?"

His voice was so much calmer than it's been before, but it was still commanding. "Can you get me a cookie... and a McFlurry."

"Oreo?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. You wanna stand in line with us?"

"No, I'ma stay right here and pack my bag."

His face lifted from yours, and you allowed yourself to breathe again. "Okay."

For him to have been fresh out of practice, he didn't smell bad. It was a natural musk. Did he hit the showers before he came over here? You would hope so. You're gonna be in a whole car ride with him.

You were thinking all of this through as you put your laptop and binder in your bag, but then, you recognized. You were thinking. About a different person. A boy, at that. You tried to just abort from that, but your homegirl came over ready to put it back in your mind.

"So, you gon' fuck him?"

Chin propped up on her hands, her nosey ass had a cheesy grin on as she looked at you.

"Girl, no. What is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with you? You playin' hard to get with that fine ass boy. He cheesin' you up, paying for your stuff. Be nicer to him, please."

"I'm really just tryna get a good grade."

"Fuck a good grade. Get a D, for once."

Your mouth fell open, and you kicked her from under the table. Then, Eren came over, holding the frappe and an ice cream cone both in one hand, with four bags with individual cookies in the other hand. He put the cookies down in front of you, grabbing one bag and passing it to 'Shy, and keeping one for himself.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

"Oop, my brother outside. I gotta go before he start honking." Shy said as she picked up her bags.

"Okay, I'll go say hi to him." When you got up, you tried to pick up your own bag, but Eren did that instead. You and Eren waved to Ashyra's brother as she got in his car that had music blasting out of it, and then he walked you to his dark grey Silverado.

In the car ride, you and Eren didn't talk much. His music just played, and if you knew a song, you would tap your foot and keep looking out the window as he hummed. He would speak, and you would respond, but you didn't initiate any of the conversations.

In a gated community is when you knew that the ride was coming closer to an end. Every house looked similar to the one next to it, and they all looked spacious and nice. Just like his. He pulled into one of the spots of his three car garage, and then he got out and opened the door for you. Even with holding his sports bag and his own bookbag, he still put in the effort to hold yours.

"Where's your parents?" You questioned, looking around the nicely decorated suburban home when you got inside. He took his shoes off by the door, and you followed.

"Dad's at work."

He was about to walk up the stairs, but you stayed right where you stood, "W-Wait. We're going to your bedroom?"

He sighed, and then he descended from the two stairs he walked up and went over to the dining room. He flicked the light switch up, but nothing changed in the scenery. "Last light bulb went out last night. He's going to get a new box after he gets off."

"Oh, what about your couch, though?"

"My room has a desk. I thought it would be in your nerd rulebook to have good posture when you work."

He saw you considering your dilemma as he walked closer to you. "You still scared of me, or what?"

His deep and husky voice intimidated you, but you wouldn't admit that. You didn't even wanna show it, so you straightened your posture and tried to show a brave face. "I'm not scared."

"Really? 'Cause you've been shaking like a leaf, tough girl."

He was towering over you, so he had a clear view of your two-toned lips falling apart in offense and your eyes narrowing. He laughed, "I'm kidding with you. We can work on the couch."

"No. We can go up to your room."

"Nah, better TV view. I gotta finish watching the movie, anyway." He put all the bags down behind the couch, and made way to the kitchen, "Get comfortable. You want snacks? I'm nicer than you, so I actually plan on sharing."

A scoff left your mouth, "Sure."

He was on one couch cushion, you were on the one next to him. A good amount of space was between you two, and he was still invested in this movie as he munched on some Sour Patch Kids.

Meanwhile, you were struggling to keep your head up and your eyes open. He gave you some chips, but the bag was tilting in your hands, going the same way that your head was going. Down.

It was when the chips started spilling that you jumped up, making even more chips fly out the bag. It made Eren jump too. "Shit, are you alright? You can't do stuff like that when we're watching a thriller."

You started picking the chips up, "Yeah, my bad."

"Oh, are you tired?" Eren paused the movie, and he put a hand out to stop you from picking up the chips, taking that task for his own. "Grab that pillow. Lay down if you're sleepy."

You shook your head, "No, I'm okay. Thank you, though."

He stopped moving, and you saw him looking at you with an unenthusiastic straight face. "Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"You know what I'm talking about." He said as he continued picking up the chips, "You wanna lay on me instead?"

You didn't respond, even though you wanted to say something. A hum, a one-word answer —anything would suffice. But you couldn't get anything out. He put the bag to the side of him when he finished cleaning up your mess, and then he put his arm around your shoulders. "Come on."

You were on auto-pilot, and you leaned into him, winding up with your head on his lap and his hand on your back, slowly rubbing it up and down. It was so soothing to hear his heartbeat as you dozed off, and when you woke back up, Eren was patting you on your back and calling your name softly.

"Yeah? Did you finish the movie?" Your hazy voice questioned as you sat up, moving your glasses to rub your eyes. You saw that the sun was barely lighting the sky anymore through the windows.

"I did. It pissed me off."

You grinned, "Yeah, it pissed me off too. But it was good though."

"Yeah, the ending was a really big plot twist." You and Eren continued to talk about the movie, until your mouth opened and nothing came out since the sound of the door opening paused you.

A matured man with round glasses, stubble, and his straight brown hair neatly running down his back came in. "What's up, Dad?" Eren called.

"Hey, Eren. How was your day?"

"It was nice."

Grisha walked through the foyer, and he saw you sitting next to his son when he entered the living room. You could see the shock on his face to the sight of an unexpected guest, but it subsided after a second. "You have a friend over?"

"Yeah, this is Y/N."

The smile you gave him was probably crooked with nerves, and you waved as you gave him a small, "Hi."

He gave you a tight-lipped smile as he waved back, "Nice to meet you."

He handed a drugstore bag with a box of lightbulbs in it to Eren. "Go ahead and put these in. I'll be upstairs if you need me."

"I know." Eren replied as he put the bulbs to the side of him.

"Wow, you weren't lying."

"You thought I was?"

"Mmm, maybe just a little."

He scoffed out a laugh, "Yeah. I totally just turned a breaker off for the dining room just to not have to sit there with you."

You shrugged, "Doesn't even sound too extreme. It's smart, if anything."

You saw his teeth as he laughed at you, "Thanks. I'll use that next time you come over. Force your scary ass to come up to my room."

He stood up off the couch, and he grabbed you by your hands and pulled you up too. "How am I scary?"

"W-wait! W-we're going up to your— your b-bedroom?" He mocked as he walked over to the dining room.

"I did not sound like that. And it's valid! My first time coming over here and you want me in your bedroom."

"Okay. When should I wait until? Third time? Fourth?"

"How about never?"

Another cocky chuckle came from him, "Second it is, then."

"You wish."

"You're right." He opened the box as you stood and watched him as he stood on a chair, focused as he unscrewed one light bulb and put the next in, the room slowly filling with light as he repeated the process four times.

He got down and dusted his hands off on his pants. "You wanna work on the project now?"

"Okay, we can."

You two sat on the couch, barely an inch of space between you two as you sat on your knees, him having his laptop on his lap. "Do you think this Google Slides template is nice? I like it."

You looked at the one he recommended. "It doesn't fit what we're talking about."

"Yeah, but it's cute."

"Yeah, but the movie is about fraud, scheming, and murder. How cute is that?"

He shrugged, "Depends on who you're asking."

You rolled your eyes, "Let me see." You typed 'crime' in on the website's search bar, and immediately saw a few that you liked. "See? Isn't this one more accurate?"

His face was scary unenthusiastic as you looked at him. "I see why that girl fell out with you after y'all did that project together."

You didn't see where this was coming from. "What? Why?"

"Don't take all the fun out of this with trying to control everything."

Your eyebrows sink down a little bit. "It was just constructive criticism."

"Mmm, okay."

You didn't say anything else after that. He kind of made you feel bad with that line, but maybe he was right. You didn't like that it gave you something to think about, though.

A few minutes passed before Eren's dad came downstairs. "Eren. When you take her home, can you go pick up some food I just ordered?"

"Sure. What did you order?"

"Chinese."

"Bet. Y/N, you ready to go?"

You closed your own laptop, getting ready to put it in your bag. "Sure."

During the car ride, you were silent as he listened to his music. You knew the songs, but you didn't sing along with him. Not a hum or a tap of the foot.

"Come inside with me." He said when he pulled up to the restaurant.

"No, I'll stay out here."

He didn't respond, just tightening his lips as he turned off the engine and got out. Instead of walking into the restaurant, he walked over to your door, and you had to catch yourself as he opened it.

"I said come inside with me." He unbuckled your seatbelt and grabbed your hand, helping you down from the truck even though you seethed with frustration.

You let his hand go when you got down, but he grabbed you by your belt as you two crossed the parking lot. When a car was passing, he pulled you closer to him to make you stop.

"Stop handling me like I'm a ragdoll."

"So your silly ass can get hit? No. You'll be okay."

You had your arms crossed as you and Eren waited for the food. He walked closer to you, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

He knew that was bullshit. "You still tired? Is that why you wanted to stay in the car so bad?"

You shook your head, "I'm fine."

"You know why I couldn't leave you in the car. If I went back and someone had taken you or something I would have to burn the whole city down."

You almost cracked a smile, but he saw you try to keep it back. "Are you mad at me because I pulled you in the parking lot?"

You didn't answer as you looked up at him. "How would you think I would feel if I watched that Dodge Ram squish you like a pancake?"

"Order for Jaeger?" The waitress called. Eren thanked her and took the bag. Then, he grabbed your jacket again.

"To answer my own question, it would not feel good. But if you keep giving me an attitude, I'll be the one to push you in front of the next truck."

In the car, he opened his plate up excitedly. He picked up a fork and picked up some orange chicken, holding it towards you. "Here. Taste this."

Another shake of your head, "I don't want any."

"It's so good. Blow it, because I know you don't want me to do it."

It hovered in front of you for another few seconds before you started blowing it. Before you could put it in your mouth, Eren redirected towards himself and ate it. The obnoxious hums and moans that he exuded as he chewed on the food pissed you off. You sucked your teeth and leaned against the door, looking out the window.

"Okay, okay. I was just playing with you. Here. I'll get a different fork and actually give you a piece."

"No, I don't want it. Drive me home."

"Oou, fiesty again. You're probably just hangry. Eat this."

He held the fork out to you again, and this time you grabbed the fork out of his hand and ate it yourself. "It's good, isn't it?"

"Mmhmm." You answered as you kept chewing. You two ate a little bit more, before he closed the container and started driving you to your house.

When he pulled into your driveway, he got out the car first and opened the door for you, picking up your bookbag. He closed the door behind you when you got out, leaving you standing in front of him. You tried to grab your bookbag back, but he wouldn't give it to you.

"Tell me. What's really the matter?"

"I told you, Eren. Nothing's wrong."

"I'm not buying that. What is it? Did I do something? Again?"

You didn't say anything, only tilting your head to the side.

"It's because I told you about yourself with that project, isn't it?"

You sighed, "I'm sorry. I'm just not good with group projects."

"Nah, from what I learned, you're good at just about everything. Everything but being nice to people."

Your lips poked out in a pout. "I'm trying my best, Eren."

"And I'm trying my best to get along with you too. So I'm sorry for hurting your feelings."

"It's fine. I could be less rude, I guess."

He chuckled, then handing you your bookbag. "I'm just asking you to try to get along with me more. If you do that, maybe you won't hate me when this is all over."

You took your bookbag with a grin, "Maybe I won't."

He walked you to your doorstep, and he gave you a nice hug before you walked inside. You were honestly cheesed up when you got through that door, but to see your birthgiver sitting right on the couch and looking at you made you freeze.

"Sit. I need to hear about this young colonizer."

When you got to film class the next day, you and Eren actually made a little bit of positive progress on the project, but you two did more talking than working. He spent most of the time making sure you would be at his track meet later that day.

And to the track meet you went. You walked in probably 3 events in, holding an icee that you bought from concessions in your hand as you walked over to your school's section.

You heard the aluminum stairs clanging with fast footsteps as you walked over, and you chuckled as you watched Ashyra speed down the steps towards you. "Y/N!"

She jumped on you in a hug, "Hey Shy. I told you I was coming."

"I didn't think you really meant it. Oh my gosh, the hermit really left her Hello Kitty room! I'm so proud!"

"Tch, girl." You began walking up the stairs, "When's your race?"

"I gotta go down there in like 5 minutes. I was 'bout ready to shit myself getting ready for this 200 but you popping out made me feel better."

You laughed, and as you walked up the steps, a handsome buzzcut boy called out your name and walked over to you from his row. "Hey pretty, what's up? I rarely see you come out and support."

He gave you a side hug, and it shocked you and flattered you altogether. "I come out sometimes to see Shy, but I usually leave after she's finished."

"You gonna stay the whole thing today?"

"Yeah, she will." A masculine voice that you've grown fond of called. You were looking for Eren as you walked up, but so many people came to see you before you could see him. So he came to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders in a hug. "You really came."

"I did. I didn't wanna find out what your annoying ass would do to me if I didn't." You told him as you hugged his torso in return.

He chuckled, "Come on. Sit with me."

He led you up the stairs, and you two were sitting in a row behind a bunch of a boys on the team. They would occasionally turn around and look at you both, and while Eren was talking to you, you couldn't even pay attention to him.

You beckoned him closer with your hand, and he brought his head closer to yours so you could whisper to him. "Why do your homeboys keep turning around and looking at us?"

"Why do you think they're looking at us?" He asked at a normal volume as he pulled away from you.

You shrugged, "I don't know. That's why I asked you."

He chuckled, "Probably just because I'm sitting with one of the prettiest girls in this school."

You tried to hide your incoming smirk by drinking from your icee. "What events do you have today?"

"Just long jump and pole vault today. 12'6 is the highest."

"Oh? Twelve feet is high."

"Yeah. You think I got it?"

You smirked, "You know I gotta see what you 'bout, first."

"Mmhmm, you'll see what I'm about."

"Why you not doing any running today?"

"I do not feel like doing any bullshit races. Pole vault is already not for the weak."

"Yeah, you got it, though."

He smiled, "Why you think so? You haven't even seen what I can do yet."

With him wearing his track uniform, his strong, muscular arms showed with the sleeveless shirt he wore. And these shorts were pretty tight. They gripped onto his strong thighs and something else that you liked to see.

You didn't even catch yourself looking him up and down. "No reason. Just predicting."

He clearly saw you checking him out, and it made him laugh. You were gonna ask him why he was laughing, but Ashyra came and gave you a hug, "Wish me luck! I'm about to go down to the field."

You turned around and gave her a full hug, wishing her the luck she asked for even though she didn't need it. Shy was the type of girl to tell the girls next to her at the line that she's nervous, and wish them luck. And then she hits a clean walkover into the blocks.

When that gun went off, Shy was gone. Just about everyone repping your school was stood at the front of the bleachers, leaning on the fence to cheer her on.

After they got past the curve, there was only one girl in front of her. The walk-down that Ashyra gave her probably made her feel wind as she flew by. The race felt like it went by so fast, because Shy made it past that finish line in what had to be a record.

When Shy came back up, she received daps and hugs from all over. Then she came up and sat by you as you sat alone. "Eren went to the field already?"

"Yeah, only like five minutes ago."

She looked through the field for him, and she pointed to him standing by a tent and stretching with some guy from a different school to the side of him who he was chatting with. "There he go right there. I bet I can tell you what his ass is saying right now."

"What?" You asked.

"Girl, he be going down there and telling the people he goes up against that he's new and it's his first year doing this. He is sick."

You laughed at that information, "Are you kidding? So he's good?"

"Bitch, he's great. He grunt like a bear when he run. That's how you know it's serious. Hold on, come close." She lowered her tone as she pointed towards a ginger boy who was sitting a few rows in front of you two. "You see him?"

"That's Floch, right? I can't stand his ass, and he kept turning around and looking at me and Eren."

"Girl, when Eren chooses not to do the 4-by-4, that leprechaun motherfucker right there is the reason we don't make the podium."

"Just taking up space." You were trying to make sure your laughs wouldn't be too loud, in case he would turn around and look at you again. But Ashyra didn't tone shit down, and he looked at y'all anyway.

That's when Shy cocked her neck at him. "Hello? Fuck are you looking at, Floch?"

He turned his ass back around, and you had to turn away as you laughed so hard that no sound came out of your throat until 20 seconds later.

When it got time for the pole vault, you, Shy, and many other people went up to the fence, leaning on it as you all watched Eren's event. When it was his turn, he did the 10' and the 10'6" like it wasn't there, only a few other guys struggling with that one. On his first 11'6", he knocked the pole down, and then he went clean over it on the next attempt.

Once it got higher you all could see that the first few guys who went for the 12' must've been having a bad day. Multiple knocked the pole down on their first attempt, then some doing better on the next attempts. One guy broke the bar and his pole in his attempts. The guy who went right before Eren was pretty good, barely grazing the pole when he went over it on the 12'.

When it got to the 12', Eren was doing high knee stretches before he picked up his pole. On the first attempt, he knocked the pole down, and when he was on the mat, you all could see him cursing as he stood back up.

"You got it, Eren!" A girl who was standing on the other side of you yelled. Others clapped and cheered him on too, but you stayed quiet and just clapped.

With his second attempt, everybody could just feel inside of them that it was gonna be better. Connie was standing to the side of the pole vault lane, watching up close as he and others waited for the men's 4-by-4, and he dapped him up and cheered him on.

As he ran with the pole, his form was absolutely beautiful, being completely upside-down when the pole was at it's straightest height, then not even touching the bar when he went over it.

Everyone watching this who was repping the school was clapping and cheering him on, and him and Connie dapped each other up again and again, so hard their hands were probably stinging when they finished.

"Do that shit again, Eren!" Shy shouted.

Now it was the 12'6". The last one and the highest one. You all saw Eren take a deep breath before he started running. His strides were clean and long, and he repeated the same thing that he did on his last attempt. Same lovely form, just going a necessary 9 inches higher.

Everyone was hype, clapping, and cheering after seeing Eren clear out his first attempt on the highest one like that. Your cheeks were hurting from how hard you were smiling as Shy shook you by your shoulders.

In the next 15 minutes, he was at long jump. If you listened close enough, you could hear Eren's grunts as he ran. He made it look easy, going so damn far when he jumped that people who weren't even repping your school were paying attention as his feet landed only around a foot away from the end of the pit.

"EREN THAT'S A RECORD! THAT'S A FUCKING RECORD!" Eren instantly jumped up from the sand pit, hype as fuck and matching Connie's energy. Your school section was too gassed at Eren eating this meet the hell up.

"He gotta have a lil' nigga in him." Shy said.

"I'm saying!" You proclaimed. Connie was pushing limits staying and watching Eren's events so long like he wasn't the first leg in the 4-by-4 that was about to start very soon. He had to dash to the line and catch his breath with the time he had, but when the gun shot, he was out of those blocks like that gun was being shot straight at him.

"You better run like they coming to send you back to South America, Con!" Shy yelled, and that's exactly what he did. He got around the track before all the other guys, and the hand-off with Floch could've been better, but it wasn't terrible. Floch was in fourth when he got around the second curve, but he was able to walk one guy down by the next hand-off.

"Okay, leprechaun didn't do terrible." Ashyra commented. The guy who ran the third leg got your school back to second, by the fourth leg, this tall boy who you knew to be called Berthdolt was going stride for stride with a guy from another school.

"RUN LIKE A NIGGA FINNA SHOOT YOU IN YOUR FOOT, BERT!" The whole crowd was loud as everybody cheered for their school. You knew that Berthdolt was quiet, but when it came to sports, he would be locked the fuck in. And that's why with the last 100 meters, he absolutely dusted the guy who he was running against.

That 400 knocks motherfuckers out. After Berthdolt got past the line, he fell off to the side and laid down on the grass next to where Connie had been since he finished his lap. Your section stayed lit way after the race was over, and a bunch of the runners stayed sprawled out way after the race was over.

"Are those niggas ever gonna get up?" You questioned, seeing Eren squirt water into his teammates' mouths from the second bottle he's had to bring.

"Girl, you don't understand the pain."

When all those boys finally did get up and come back to the bleachers, they were receiving daps and congratulations from all over. You and Shy were sitting back down, and it took so long for Eren to get from the bottom of the steps to where you guys were.

"Good job, best!" Shy said as she dapped him up.

"Thank you, thank you."

"Good job, Eren." You'd been waiting for him to get up to you for so long. For some reason you wanted to say more, but that was the only thing that would make sense at the time.

While he was down there, he had put some sweatpants on. He looked calm and tired as he looked at you, and you were surprised as he pulled you up by your arm and embraced you in a big bear hug, balancing his weight out on you.

Your giggles warmed his heart, "Eren, you're too heavy for this!"

"Just let it happen." He said as he rocked you back and forth, feeling your arms wrap around his torso.

When he let you go, he reached into his sports bag and grabbed some money. "Shy, you want anything from concessions?"

"Can you get me a pickle?"

"Okay. Come on, Y/N."

He walked down the stairs with you, and Connie said, "He's taking our good luck charm away, y'all."

You chuckled in flattery as he said that, but Eren kept looking forward. "You know Connie's feeling you, right?" He told you as you both walked to concessions.

"Yeah I can tell. But I also know another guy who's feeling me too." You teased.

"Really? What's this one like?"

"Well, he's a little annoying. But I found out today that he's really good on the field."

Eren chuckled as you two stood in line, "What do you wanna get?"

"Umm, some nachos."

"Okay. Do you get yours with jalapeños on them?"

"No, not usually."

"Oh. Loser."

You hit him on his arm, "Stop it."

"I'm kidding. I'll get my own, since you don't know what life is about."

"Yeah. I wasn't gonna let your hungry ass share with me anyway."

He scoffed, "Why?"

"Because, after all the events you just did? That tray would be more yours than mine."

"Yeah, I showed you what I'm about. How you feel now?"

"I already told you you did a good job, Eren."

"That's not enough. Were you cheering for me?"

"Well, I was definitely clapping."

"I know you hear all the fangirls I have in those stands. How you gonna outdo them?"

"I'm not your fangirl, Eren."

He was very close to you, and you liked the way he looked at you from above. "What do you wanna be to me, then?"

You didn't say anything, and he saw your shock as your mouth fell open. The lady at the counter called out "Next!" It pulled you two out of your moment, and you two moved up in the line and Eren gave the woman your order.

"Okay. The nachos will be ready in a minute." You and Eren stood off to the side to wait, him holding Shy's pickle, and then a matured but fit man walked up and acknowledged him.

"Jaeger, right?"

You and him both shared some skepticism. "Who's asking?"

The man chuckled, "A guy who's glad he came to this meet today. Look, I'm a recruit from Harvard. The name's Dean Washington."

Eren's eyes widened and he firmly shook the man's hand. "Oh, yeah. I'm Eren Jaeger. Nice to meet you."

"I can't believe this. I mean, we've had our eyes on you since your sophomore year. A tri-athlete that gets better every time he hits any field, and today you broke two of your school's records."

"Wait, I broke a pole vault record too?"

"Hell yeah! You're a force, and you'll definitely hear from Harvard soon. Here, take my card."

Eren took the business card that the recruit handed to him, and with a few more polite exchanges and another handshake, the man was on his way.

"Okay, big shot. Is that the first scholarship you've been offered?"

"Nah. The one's I've been considering have been the full-rides from LSU and Notre Dame."

Your eyes were the size of golf balls, "And those aren't the only ones?"

"No. The other ones haven't pulled me enough. LSU's been begging."

"Well that's a good pick for football."

"Yeah, you're right. But Harvard? This is crazy." He said, picking up his tray of nacho's from the concession counter.

"It gives you a lot to think about." You two began walking back to the seats.

"You're smart. Have you gotten any scholarship offers?"

"Well I've taken a lot of merit scholarships, but I did get a full ride that's gonna take me to a nice tech school."

"Where?"

"Umm, MIT." The only reason you sounded shaky when giving him this answer his because this school was in the same city as Harvard.

He smiled, as you expected him to. "Well that's gonna make me consider Harvard more. You still don't wanna be my fangirl?"

You stopped walking, and he turned around and stopped with you. You looked him in his eyes when you said, "You're the best, Eren."

He held his smile back while he poked his tongue through his cheek, staring at you for a while and looking you in your sultry, adoring eyes. His eyes traveled your body up and down, before he grabbed your free hand and said "Come on."

You two got back up to Shy, and you guys ate your snacks, bantered with each other and others who came over, and watched the remaining races. When it was time for awards to be given at the end of the track meet, Eren and Shy just told you to come down to the field with them.

"The highest score comes from the phenomenal Paradis High! Both of today's MVP's come from this team as well. Ashyra Ross for her performance in the 100 meters, 200 meters, and 4-by-1 races, and Eren Jaeger who broke two of his school's records in long jump and pole vaulting." A commentator announced over the speakers.

Everyone who was still here was clapping as Eren and Shy went up and got their medals, taking the picture that represented the school.

Your mom was the one who dropped you off today, and when you told him that, he took the liberty of commanding you to let him drive you home. "But before that, we're going out to eat."

"Oh, so we're not gonna go over to your house and work on the project anymore?"

"Hell no. We're gonna go to Chipotle and fuck up burritos. Shit, I could eat a quesadilla too."

The next day came, and Eren didn't seem too ecstatic at school for him to have been one of the most-valued D-1 athletes walking through this campus. He didn't seem necessarily sad, but he wasn't smiling as much or being as annoying during film. And he was actually working at some minutes, and then the next minute you would find him with his head in the clouds. You didn't say anything about it, but during homeroom, you called it out.

"Eren, are you good?"

He was on his phone but just staring at it before you said something, and your voice calling his name seemed to pull him out of his trance. "Y-Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know, you just seem like you're in your own world. You sure everything's alright?"

He hesitated, but then he answered with, "I'm fine, Y/N. Thanks for asking, though."

You weren't sure he was being complete with you, but you didn't wanna push it. "Okay."

Thursday came, and you didn't see him pop up in first period.

you wya?

mvp sorry i'm busy today

you wow

day before due date too?

mvp you can still come over to my house later tho if it's that serious

you fine then

Your mom pulled off once he let you inside the house. He was wearing a hoodie and some sweat shorts, and his hair was out of it's usual bun, those brown tresses of his grazing his shoulders.

"We're working in my room today."

"Why? The couch has been fine."

"I'm not working on shit if I'm not in my bed."

With proper study skills being considered, that didn't make sense to you, but you didn't wanna question him. His room wasn't bad. It was spacious, and there was a bunch of stylish art, memorable photos, & decor on his dark grey walls. But it was still the room of a teenage boy, so you couldn't help but recognize the unmade bed and the junk food wrappers & empty dishes that were around and on his bed.

"So, where were you today?" You asked him as you opened your laptop while sitting at his desk, him comfy under the blankets of his mattress with his laptop open on his lap.

"I told you. I was busy."

"That's not what I- Nevermind."

About half of a minute passed before he gave you a proper answer. "I was at a dinner."

"Wow. I was listening to Miss Sullivan run her mouth and you were dining away."

"Yeah, lucky me then." His voice was drained of any warmth, and you just decided that it would be best for you to not talk to him unless necessary today.

About 20 minutes passed before you two shared any words. Then, you broke the silence. "When are you gonna add pictures to your slides?"

Looking through the slides, they were good and accurate, proper spelling and capitalization too. That's something you could appreciate in a partner, but the issue with the pictures was the only one you had.

"I'm gonna do it soon."

"Well... Can you do it now? So we can be done."

He sighed, "You're doing it again."

"Doing what, Eren?"

"That control freak in you is coming out." He answered, still nonchalantly scrolling through his phone.

"Well if being a control freak might get you to act like you care then I'll be that."

"It's just like five pictures."

"Exactly. It's just like five pictures. Quick and easy."

"Exactly. That's why you can wait."

"Do you want me to do it for you? Because I'm fine with that since you seem to be in such a bad mood."

"I'll do the goddamn work. Fuck. Just be quiet."

You turned around completely in the chair, "Who the fuck are you talking to? You invited me over here."

"Yeah. We can both probably see why I'm regretting that today."

Your laptop was loud when you slammed it shut, not wasting any time to put it in your bookbag. "Right. So I'll be downstairs waiting for my ride, since you wanna talk to me like you weren't raised right."

"Fuck did you just say to me?" Eren closed his laptop too, moving his comforter and getting out of his bed.

"You wanna talk to me like that, talk to your fucking mama like that, hoe." You would tell that line to any person who got out of line with you, but this seemed to push a button of his.

It took only a few long strides for him to beat you to the door. You had swung your bag over your shoulder, and as you were opening his bedroom door to leave, he was slamming it shut with one hand as he looked down on you.

"My mom's fucking dead, Y/N."

His voice was deep and husky, but it also shook when he said that. Your hard exterior instantly softened, "Eren..."

He took a shuddering breath, and then he turned around and slowly began walking back to his bed. "Why do you think I wasn't there today? I was at a damn memorial dinner."

You put your bag back down, "I'm sorry."

"Thanks." He sat down on his bed, legs spread and arms hung to the sides of them, "You can go now."

You approached him slowly with ease. Sitting down by him on his comfortable mattress, the touch of your hand on him lightened his temper. You ran your hand through his hair, showing his face to you more.

"You're sad. Why would you make time for me if you're feeling like this today?"

"I've been sad for a while. Nothing new."

Your hand traveled down to the back of his neck, rubbing his nape soothingly. "What's wrong today, then?"

He took a second, and then he ran his own hand through his hair before he answered you. "Today makes seven years. It's just different."

"I'm sorry, again."

"No reason to be. You're not Lupus."

"I was giving you a hard time. That's why I'm sorry."

You just wanted to be there for him, especially after being so rude earlier. He turned to look at you, and his eyes were glossy and flooded, and that made your eyes fill up with tears too.

Sad boy or not, he was still strong as hell. So when he wrapped his arm around your torso and pulled you in for a hug, your whole body shifted over to him, and you straddled his lap to be comfortable.

"It's okay. It's your thing to give me a hard time."

You kept running your nails through his hair, and he adored the feeling. He stayed with his face buried in your chest, loving the feeling, loving the smell, loving the care, loving the comfort.

He lifted his face up, his chin nuzzled in your chest as he looked up at you. "I did really good at the track meet the other day."

You saw the damp tracks of his salty tears spread under his eyes. You placed both hands on the sides of his face, "You did."

"Guess who else reached out."

You tilted your head, softly asking, "Who?"

"UCLA."

"Oh. Another D-1?"

A meek close-lipped grin showed as he nodded. You used each thumb to wipe his tears. "I told you you're the best."

He gave you a real grin this time, then laying the side of his face on your chest. "She can't see it, though."

You began rubbing his head again. "You think she's not watching you?"

"I want her to be there watching me. I wish she could— I just—"

You quietly shushed him, holding him close. "She would be proud of you, baby."

He looked up at you. "You think so?"

"I know so... If it helps, I'm proud of you."

His lips were slightly parted as he looked at you, and then he was only looking at your lips. The next thing he knew, his lips were on yours. Slow, soft. He didn't wanna stop. He couldn't be off of you.

He was so gentle, just as you were with him. Your body curved into his, and his hand trailed under your hoodie, slowly running his palm up the middle of your back and keeping you close to him while you subconsciously grinded down on him.

When he pulled his lips away, his hand was unbuckling your bra as you felt him growing under you. "Eren."

His lips were occupied kissing your neck, but he put in the effort to answer you. "What?"

"Are you sure this is what you need right now?"

"I'm sure that what I need right now is you."

He kissed your lips again, and a string of saliva connected between your lips and his when he pulled away. Picking you up so easy, he changed your positions, you being laid on your back as he hovered over you now. "Can I have you?"

"Are you gonna even take no for an answer?"

He smirked, and then he shook his head no.

"Then you already got me, baby."

Your hoodie was off. His hoodie was off. His shorts were getting pulled down. Your jeans were on the floor. The door was locked. His hair was tied up. Your glasses were on the nightstand.

All you saw was his chiseled abs, his defined V-line, and that huge print showing through his briefs, and all he saw was your pretty half-naked self laying on his sheets under him.

You lifted your arms up so he could take your bra off, and then your pretty tits jiggled as they laid out under him. He whispered a curse as he threw your bra to the side. He leaned down and kissed your neck, and you felt shivers trickle up your thighs as his fingers met the sensations in the middle.

"You came here wearing a matching set for me." He grazed his fingers past the pink lace that made the panties of this matching set.

"I didn't think this was gonna happen." Every word coming from your overachieving mouth would be soft and shy, shyer than he knew you to be. He liked that he made you get like this as your pussy twitched under his fingers.

"Mmm, you were ready for me though." He slid your panties to the side, and your back arched off the bed when he drove his fingers in you. You let out a shriek that would've been a moan if you didn't hold back.

It sounded like ocean sounds were playing as he filled you up with his two digits, pulling them out, then jutting them back in again and again. His lips were wrapped around your chocolate areola, his tongue swirling around it like the delectable desert that it was to him.

Your back was arching off the bed, and he just kept hitting a spot deep inside that would turn your moans into whines. He looked up into your eyes from where he lay, and you were looking down at his hand going in and out of you at a dangerous speed. He pulled his mouth away and hovered over your face, and he began guiding you through your high.

"Like that, baby?"

"Yeah, like that."

"You look so damn pretty. So pretty when you're cumming on my fucking fingers."

You wrapped an arm around his neck, holding onto him tight and your back hovering off the bed as he hit that spot again, and again, and one more time before—

"Fuck! Eren!" You flooded his fingers and his wrist, and your hips kept grinding onto his hand as you rode out your high.

"That's it, pretty girl. Keep cumming for me."

When he pulled his hand out, you fell down onto the mattress. Your legs instantly closed, just like your eyelids as you caught your breath with the back of your forehead. He kissed your jawline and rubbed his hand up and down your body, taking your panties off then bringing his kisses down low and reopening your legs, kissing on the warm wetness of your clit.

"Eren." You cooed, and you called his name again but more hastily when he slid a broad lick across your sensitive slit.

He changed positions but left you where you were, now propped up in between your legs and his hands reopening them. He pulled you by your thighs closer to him, leaning to the side to reach in his nightstand and pull out a condom.

Your fat pussy was pressed up against his thick, clothed bulge. He whipped it out, and your shock was evident when seeing his long dick out of the clothes. "Oh."

He laid it on you as he unwrapped the condom, and the tip went all the way to your belly button. "You okay?"

You sat up partially to get a better view of this monster that he was planning on putting inside of you. "Y-Yeah."

He breathed out a laugh at your nerves, sliding the rubber onto his hard length. "You think you got it?"

"Umm, we'll see."

He aligned his tip with your hole, slapping it on your clit a few times. You and him both watched as he began to slowly push inside of you, until you couldn't watch anymore. Your eyes filled with tears and you had to squeeze them shut as you cursed.

"Fuck, are you a virgin? You're tight as hell."

"No, you're just big!"

You could cry and whine all you wanted. Unless you said something, he was gonna do his best to fit his thick cock in your tight hole. He grabbed the ankle of one of your legs that were thrown over his shoulder, rubbing it and pecking it with kisses as he slid inside of you.

"Relax, mama. I need this pussy to stop squeezing me so tight."

You had your toes curled and one hand gripping his sheets, the other holding your breast like it was a stress ball. When he kept pushing inch after inch in, you let your head fall back on the sheets. You hadn't fucked in a while. It hurt, but it hurt so good.

"There you go, gorgeous. I know you can take me." It wasn't all of him. There was about an inch of his shaft that couldn't go in anymore, but his tip was pressed in as deep as it could go.

You let out the cutest, shuddering moan when he started thrusting slowly in and out of you. Everytime that he would go in, he could see the imprint of his dick poking through the pudge of your stomach.

You were leaving a creamy layer of your juices on the condom as he fucked your sweet hole, "All this 's for me, right baby?"

"Yesss. It's all yours."

He held your face in his hand, "Open those pretty eyes and look at me."

You did as he said, caressing his hand with yours and leaning into him. Looking into his green eyes so innocently, yet he knew you were far from that by the way you were taking him. You were so smart. Smart enough to recognize that when you moaned the way that you did, needily called his name the way you did, grinded your hips onto his cock the way you did, that you had him wrapped around your finger.

Your lips parted more as he jutted his hips in deep. A guttural moan from your throat came out as he hit your spot purposely rougher this time. You couldn't help it, especially with the way that he looked so sexy when he looked down at you like this. His thick brows were furrowed, hanging over desiring dark eyes that were hazy with lust. His skin was damp with sweat. His soft lips were hanging open, letting his groans out as your pussy milked him.

"Eren, come closer baby. I need to feel you." You were spiraling with passion, and he was entwining in pleasure from finally satisfying his craving that was you. He leaned down and kissed you, enjoying how sloppy and erotic it was.

"You wanna feel me even more than you already are?"

"I needed..."

Your hand was roaming, holding him close by rubbing at his nape. "Your skin..."

Then his shoulder, "I wanted it on me." then his arm, squeezing him tight with your nails digging into his arm.

"Shit." The low growl that came from him as you left your marks made your whole body shiver. You just repeated the coo of the word "Baby" over and over again, the speed of it mounting as he kept going.

"I know, ma. I know. I'm... Close... Too."

You came first, you releasing a high-pitched moan with your juices that wet him up as his thrusts got more sporadic, yet still giving all his force.

"Ah, fuck." You felt his breath on your face as he pushed out his last few movements of his hips. You both were breathing gently on each other, him holding your face in his hand while you ran your hands through his hair, giving each other wet, soft kisses on each other's lips.

When he lifted up, the condom was filled with a fat heap of his nut before he pulled it off, tying it up and taking a tired walk to the trash can to throw it away.

You were still laying down when he got back over, just propped up on your elbows as you watched him.

He stood in front of you, rubbing your legs. "Were you just looking at my ass?"

You were feeling extremely relaxed, and your laugh represented that. "I was looking at everything, baby."

Even the fresh scars you left on his shoulders and arms. The way his body flexed with every movement, a different muscle being highlighted with every step. His sexy mannerisms, like the way he walked, the way he ran his hands through his hair, or the way he would look back at you. Damn. He was so fine for you.

And he was looking at everything you did. Your eyes were on his, so they were watching as he trailed down your body, looking at your full breasts, the texture of your warm brown skin, and the way that your plump ass still was visible even while you were laid down like this.

"You're so damn sexy."

"Mmm." You lifted up, running your hands up his chiseled body until they got to his pecks, "Let me hear that again."

He chuckled, "You're a slut, too. How did I not know that?"

Craning down, he pecked your smirking lips. "Yeah, I wanna hear that again too."

He bagged not just a beautiful genius, but a perfectly lewd freak. He held you by the back of your neck to give you another sweet kiss.

"Do you think your dad heard us?"

"Hmm, if so, it's a hard day. I'm sure he'll understand."

You grinned as you looked up at him, and he did the same as he towered down on you. You both could tell what was going on behind each other's eyes.

"Do you have any more condoms?"

Laid on your side. He would slow it down then speed it up, harassing that pussy like it wronged his whole bloodline. One hand was under your bent knees, and the other hand traveled from your ass to your neck, gripping your throat and holding you steady when he filled you up with the length of his cock.

You were wise, but you learned more and more everyday. Something you observed from Eren is that he's a feen for a fat ass. That's why the third condom you two were on broke when he was hitting it from the back.

And something that he learned about you was that you craved the feeling of his touch and his warm skin on your own. So when he slowed his pace down with the next trial from the back, he pulled you by your neck closer to him, your back centimeters away from his chest in this steamy room as he caressed your breasts and kissed your shoulders.

And when you slutted him out while riding? He was trying to match your energy first, bucking his hips up while you were slamming yours down. The headboard was rocking into the wall so much that one time it might've been his dad knocking on the door to make sure you two were okay.

He couldn't hear that though, especially over your moans and his combining in harmony. His moans were dragging out of him, exhausted rambles leaving his mouth as he held you close, his face rubbing against your titties as you went up and down on him, leaving a creamy mess between you two.

The last nut from the night didn't need a condom. You were hovered over his face, but then he just pulled you down and put that tongue to work as he jerked himself off, receiving help from you when you could move your body accordingly to your mind, which was almost broken with the persistence of Eren eating you out.

He kept going on for what was probably a whole hour. You weren't sure. He just said that you weren't moving until he was done eating, but when he freed you from his hold, you laid your ass down.

You woke up in a haze in this dark room, a ringing sound filling your ears. Eren was laid on your ass like it was a cushion, and you could hear his soft snoring.

"Fuck, what time is it?"

You had to put your glasses on, and you saw that his digital clock read 1:37. Your phone was ringing, and it was your mom.

"Shit, shit, shit."

Eren was waking up, but his head plopped onto the mattress when you — his human pillow — hastily moved.

"Hey baby. You alright? I've been calling you, it's late."

"Y-Yeah. I'm sorry mama. I just fell asleep." Eren tapped back into consciousness when you turned his lamp on as you talked on the phone and hastily tried to collect your clothes at the same time.

"It's okay if you were doing unspeakable things, honey. As long as you were being responsible."

You sighed, "I love you, mom. Thank you for being chill."

"Yeah, I'm chill, but I'm still a worried mother. I'm parked outside of his house. Get down here, because I'm not letting you go to school in the same clothes two days in a row or a boy's. Bye."

She hung up the phone, so you put it down as you kept getting changed. He rubbed his eyes and sat up on the bed and watched you.

"That's my sock."

You cursed, almost having a white and a black sock on.

"The hoodie's inside out."

You sighed, pulling it off and reversing it.

He got up and put his briefs on, covering his dick up in time to catch your next mistake.

"Jeans on and no panties? Fuck, just stop moving. Calm down."

He helped you get your jeans back off, picking up your panties and allowing you to step into them. Then he helped you jump into your jeans, slapping your ass when you finished that task.

"Stop." You slapped his hand away from your butt.

"Uptight again like you weren't about to break my dick off like three, four hours ago. Okay."

"Quit it." You slid into your crocs and picked up your bag, "Okay, I'll finish the last few details of the slideshow. I'll see you tomorrow— I mean, today, okay?"

"Mmhmm." Despite this tired response that you expected to be the end of the interaction, he grabbed you by your hood and spun you back around, planting a warm kiss on your lips that almost paused all of your panic.

And when you pulled away, it almost came back, until he started talking. "I'll finish the slideshow right now, okay? Go home and lay down, you overachiever."

You breathed in through your nose, "Okay. Make it look pretty, alright?"

"I will, baby."

One more kiss, before you turned around and walked out of the door.

"See you later." He told you.

"Yeah, see you later, love."

You tried to get downstairs quietly, not sure if Mr. Grisha would be down there or not. When you thought you were in the clear, you were proved wrong.

"Have a nice night, Y/N." He was sitting in a living chair, and you couldn't tell how you didn't see him. He shot you a warm smile as he looked up from the book he was reading, and the one you gave him back was probably crooked.

"You too, Mr. J."

You cursed at yourself in your head as you turned away from him and rushed your way out.

In the morning, Eren did most of the presenting since you were the main worker. The presentation was actually fun. Eren kept comically teasing you, but you weren't opposed to it. It actually surprised the people in your class when seeing you smile.

When walking out of the class, Eren held your hand and spun you around for the direction he was walking in. "You told me you have Miss Russé next. She'll be okay if you're a few minutes late."

You grinned and chuckled, "Where you taking me?"

"Just somewhere where I can talk to you." He led you through the front exit passing by the office, just so you two could sit at the empty benches that are out there.

"Do you know how tempted I was to slap your ass when you were sitting back down?"

"Still severely horny, huh?"

Grabbing your jean pocket, he pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, "After last night? Of course I am."

He placed his hand on your jaw as he locked his lips with yours, him leading the kiss. When he pulled away, you had your hands on his chest, "Yeah, I actually wanted to talk about that."

His head tilted, eyes narrowing too, "Yeah?"

"Um, I think— I think it was us getting carried away."

The look on his face wasn't neutral, although others might think that if not knowing the context. But you saw his jaw clench as he swallowed, and his eyebrows slowly furrowing over his darkening green eyes.

"I was in between your legs like, what, nine hours ago. And now you think it was a mistake?"

"No, no. Not a mistake. I just looked back on it and I was thinking, maybe sex wasn't what you needed at the time."

The way he was looking at you made you feel so small. "Did I not make you feel good? Be honest."

"No, that's not it. You made me feel great."

"I could tell. So what the fuck is the problem?"

"Eren, you heard me. You were very sad and then we just had sex like that fixed everything. That's what's not making me feel good."

He stood up, and at this point you felt like you were buried into the ground, your head being the only thing above the surface so you could look at him. "Why the fuck are you doing this to me?"

"Eren, I'm not doing this to you. I was just saying it! I still adore you."

"Really? I can't tell." He picked his bag up and walked away from you, but not into the building. He walked out into the parking lot, and you walked back in the building before you could see where he was off too.

You didn't cry. No. You just felt like you were crying inside though. This was weird. You haven't thought about boys like this in forever. Then all of a sudden, one charms you on a Monday, and by the end of the week he's rearranged your guts.

At homeroom, you didn't see him. There was a possibility he was just going in his car to cool off earlier, and then there was the possibility that he drove home. He did the latter, and you were kind of relieved. Him ignoring you while being in the same room as you would've made you want to bury yourself in a hole.

Then the day went on. You got home, and you still wanted to sink into the ground. Not because of the reason from earlier. It changed into something else. You were craving him. You didn't care how awkward it would be, or how mad he could get, or how much he would yell at you. You wanted your body on his. You wanted to be around him. You wanted to be laughing with him, cumming with him.

You were obsessed with little shame about it, and that's why he got multiple rings on his doorbell and knocks on his from door at 7 in the evening.

"Wow. You came to see your mistake."

You were wearing another one of your hoodies, and this time a patterned pair of flair pants. Your slides were plush. Probably not the best choice for the rain that was just starting. But you still looked cute to Eren, and that made him even more frustrated.

"I never said that." Your pleading voice was so cute, and he was trying to make sure his dick wouldn't get hard as he looked at your doe brown eyes looking at him.

"Tch, come inside before it starts pouring."

You walked inside, turning around to face him once he closed and locked the door behind him. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a black tank top. He had his hands in his pockets, and before looking at his face, you were looking at his toned muscles and the print showing through his pants.

You were looking at him, and he was looking at you. You saw his Adam's Apple bob as he took a deep breath and got ready to talk. "Well, you drove your raggedy ass car to come see me. What do you have to say?"

You were standing with your hands behind your back, and a courage-building inhale preluded your sentence. "I'm sorry. I do mean what I said, but the delivery could've been better. Especially since it made you think that I don't want you, and I do want you. A lot. I was just thinking about it, and I don't regret what we did at all, but what led to it is what I was thinking about.

"But we can't change what was done. And I don't wanna change what was done, at all. I would sound like a hypocrite if I let on that I did, because a lot of the things that I said last night wouldn't elude that. Like when I said you're the best, I meant that. I mean, you're the best I've had, considering I've only had one other perso— Can you accept my apology already?"

He was smiling at you so hard that his cheeks were hurting. "C'mere."

You took the embrace that he was offering, him rocking you side to side as he laughed. You wanted your hands wrapped around him like this as long as possible, along with the feeling of him rocking you back and forth.

"Who was this other guy you fucked?" He asked you in the hug.

You lifted your face from his chest and looked up at him. "You in my business right now?"

"Yeah. You owe me."

"Why?"

"Because, I didn't say I accepted your apology. After how you made me feel earlier, I deserve something generous from you."

"Really?"

"Really." His hands went down to your ass, and you loved the way he touched on you, rubbing and massaging it. "Answer the question. Who took your virginity?"

"It was my boyfriend from sophomore year."

"Oh, yeah. I used to see you walking around with him. He's a loser."

Your mouth fell open, "Eren, be nice. He wasn't bad."

"Mmhmm." His mouth went down to your ear, "This ass isn't for him though, yeah?"

"N-No. It isn't."

"Neither is that pretty pussy though, right?"

"Right, baby."

"Who does it belong to?"

You looked up into his eyes, your hands on his chest. "It belongs to you, Eren."

"That's right. You belong to me. Don't ever try to fucking leave me or pull the shit you pulled earlier again, alright?"

Your lashes batted, but you still looked at him with adoration. "Okay, baby. I won't."

"Good girl." Gripping your ass cheeks, he shook one in his hold before he told you, "Get on your knees."

You did what he said, and he held your locs in his hand as you looked up at him. "What about your dad, though?"

"He's a surgeon. Working overtime tonight. Now, go ahead and pull it out. Let's see how else you can use this overachieving mouth."

He was right. You tried to overachieve in everything that you did. Even sucking dick. When you pulled his already hard dick out of his pants, you kissed the tip, using his drops of pre-cum as an extra layer of lip gloss.

You jerked him off with both hands, using your saliva from the licks you placed up his shaft as lubricant. Your hand ran up his torso, and you only had your eyes on his dick as you kissed it and slapped it against your lips.

When you actually started taking it in your mouth is when he got more vocal. You would hum every time you would slowly bob your head back and forth, taking more and more of his length everytime, until his whole shaft was in your mouth and you had your hand placed on the back of his waist to keep it there.

You pulled away and caught your breath, looking up at his hazy teal orbs that were looking straight back down at you in awe. "How many times have you fucked?"

All you gave to that question was a smirk, caressing his dick in your palm and using your wet lips to kiss and suck his fat balls. You practically gargled them in your spitty mouth while you sped up the pace of pumping his thick dick in your hand.

"Fuuuuuck." His groan was low and raspy as he took your throat as his own personal belonging.

You took his length back into your mouth, and the more of a mess you made increased to how much he was turned on. He felt every time his inches would go past your plump lips into your warm mouth. Your tongue kept licking that big vein that ran down the middle of his cock.

"Shit, I accept your apology. It's okay, it's okay baby. Fuck."

Your eyes shut and you stopped moving after he said that, and you took a deep breath and wiped your mouth. "I didn't— I didn't cum yet."

"I know that. I was paying you back what I owed." You got off of your knees and walked past him, "You were being really mean, though. Now I feel like I'm owed something. Come on."

You scurried up the stairs, and he didn't even tuck his dick back in to follow you. You were ahead of him, but him skipping stairs when he walked helped close the distance.

"I owe you?" He asked when he met you in his bedroom.

"Yeah. You do." He didn't expect it, and that's why it was so easy for you to push him on his bed. He sat up on his elbows as he watched you pull your pants down.

"Hold on, I don't want you to take your panties off y—"

"Eren, you don't get a say right now, baby. I'm sorry to break it to you."

His eyebrow furrowed, him looking like he was in complete disbelief. "What?"

"You heard me." Your juicy pussy was nude and aligned with his wet and hard cock as you took off your hoodie, then your bra, unleashing your yummy breasts right in his face.

But he couldn't touch them, or even lift up and suck them, because after you helped him take his shirt off, you pinned his hands down to the bed with your own, even humming in sadistic satisfaction when you did it. You used one hand to put him inside of you, and you moaned so sexily that he could've came right there.

But he didn't, he tried to push through. Even when you started bouncing that ass up and down on him ruthlessly, clapping sounds filling the room.

"So good, baby. You feel so fucking good." Your pussy was waiting for him, missing him desperately after last night. You didn't waste a second when on top of him.

You watched as his face scrunched up while you were milking the soul out of him through his dick. He was looking to the side, repeating, "Oh my god." with his deep moans.

He should've known you were gonna double back. Two strong-willed people having sex with each other just seems to lead to it lasting all night. But riding him like this right after sucking him so good and not letting him cum was just cruel.

That's why it took less than two minutes for him to give you the warning, forcing out an, "I'm— cumming." You got off of him, and watched as his spurts of cum came out like a fountain. It got all over his chest and yours, mixing in with the hair from his happy trail and dripping down from your tits to your stomach.

Your hand was on the bottom of his shaft, and you were gently pumping him as he came, so you loved the feeling of his dick pulsating as he emptied his balls. Once he was finished, you dragged your hand up his shaft, and he watched as you licked the cum off your fingers.

"Shit, come here."

You laid down on your stomach next to him and kissed him. "You're such a fucking freak." He told you, intertwining his fingers with your soft locs.

"And you aren't?"

"I never said I wasn't. That's why I like fucking you so much."

After a few minutes of you two making out, a struggle for dominance ensued. He quickly won it though, with him gripping your ass helping him get on top of you.

To your surprise, his dick was still hard, and he laid it over your stomach. "You're crazy, y'know? Fucking me like that without a condom."

"It felt better that way. And, I'm on birth control anyway."

"Hmm, good. Because we ran out of condoms last night."

"Oh."

"So, you okay if I fill you up?" He slid inside as he asked you this, and that familiar imprint in your stomach came back. "Make you mine?"

"Y-Yeah. Fill me up baby."

Eren loved hickeys, but not during the school year. He's literally always involved with a sport, so unless it's a winter practice, they're gonna be seen on him. But thankfully, he loved giving them too. So he took the liberty to grab your legs and fold you in half, allowing himself to lean down and kiss you as he gave you those magnificent thrusts. Those kisses went lower, and his mouth stayed in spots on your neck as his groans easily traveled to your ears.

When he sat back up, his pace got brutal, and you felt every last thrust hit so deep inside of you. "It's deep, Eren. So fucking deep."

Your breathy whimpers turned him on so much. He was focused on trying to make your pussy remember his shape fondly down to every last vein, hoping that he could make every one of his eight inches get in there.

He had a goal, and that's why he was being so relentless. You put your hand on his chest, whining and whimpering, but he moved it away. When he moved his hand back, he decided to hold your hands and your legs in his holds together.

"Fuck! Baby, slow downnn."

He was gonna keep plowing into you, even faster now that you said something. "Take it. You got it, ma."

"Eren, Eren! Fuck!" Your eyes were rolling back, and he was glad to see that he could make your eyes roll back in another way than you having sass.

You started repeating a slur of yeses when you were cumming, and as your body shook with your orgasm, you left a milky puddle of your cream under you.

Now is when he slowed down, to ride out his own high. He kept holding you where you were as his eyes shut, groaning and moaning while he filled you up, as he said he would do.

When he pulled out, the creamy concoction that was left on him was falling out of you. "Come here, mama."

He picked you up, and you held onto him tight as he rubbed your back up and down. "You're mine, baby."

You were mindfucked and hazy, but you still responded with, "I'm yours."

"All fucking mine."

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Hey, guys. This is one of those Nate drafts I was talking about. Hope you like it. This is a two-part fic.

Nate Jacobs x fem!reader. SFW, but discretion advised. Masochism(?), violence, delusion.

You do NOT have permission to repost and/or translate any of my fics.

Desc. : He recognizes you.

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It's not like Nate didn't know what the fuck he was doing. 90% of the time, he was on top of shit. But then he drank. And then, shit went down.

And unfortunately, the shit that went down was the bouncer of the elite club a couple towns away from East Highland - the one that was known for being freqented by A-listers and the who's who of who's disgustingly wealthy.

Of course, he didn't stay down for long or he'd have been a shitty bouncer, but the element of surprise had really worked out in Nate's favour. No one expects a tipsy high school kid to be able to take down the absolutely ripped bouncer - who was probably the most dedicated to their job because of the celebrities inside - but they really should expect it.

Because Nate Jacobs with alcohol in him was a fucking force to be reckoned with.

With every punch to the face, with every sharp taste of his own blood that touched his tastebuds, he'd never felt more alive. He laughed, reveled in it, even.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, kid?"

Hell if he knew. Right now, though, seeing how frustrated this jacked, violent, adult man was getting when he didn't respond to his punches was making him feel like a god. He must look both pathetic and badass, his head hitting the pavement with an oomph continuously.

The crowd forming around them did jackshit for him, just like in the movies. They just watched the blood. They just observed the bruises form. The door to the club was visible to him each time the guy pulled back and the crowd shifted slightly - until it opened.

"Jesus Christ, Ray, what the hell is going on here?"

"Ma'am, this kid jumped me."

"So?"

"I- ma'am, so I gave him a taste of his own medicine." His fingers still gripped Nate's collar, bloodthirstiness pooling in his eyes. But Nate's eyes were nowhere near his - they were on you. God, in this drunken haze, his mind couldn't seem to place a name to your lovely face, but it definitely knew it.

"Not in front of the club, Ray, God, you're so fucking dense!", you scolded him, your fingers gesturing at the side of your head, clearly absolutely ticked off.

The dazzling gold of your dress shimmered in the bright lights of the street outside the club, almost blinding him. Her name, her name?

Look at me, look at me, look at me, his brain pleaded, but it seemed you were not a mind reader.

"Sorry, ma'am, I was just-"

"Who the hell is he, anyway?", you asked, eyes finally torn away from Ray and trained on Nate.

He was dirt. He was mud. He was a rotting apple. He was nothing under your gaze, and he fucking loved it.

"Dunno.", scoffed Ray, as he pulled off him, standing up. Nate remained on the floor. "Some booze-filled moron."

"The fuck did you just say?", sputtered Nate, coughing up blood in the process.

"Ray, are you fucking insane? You beat up some random kid enough to make him cough out blood?"

"These high schoolers from the neighbouring towns are the insane ones, ma'am. Absolute psychos. They show up shitfaced and ask to come in, picking fights if they can't. This one is worse, he just up and jumped me."

You stared down at Nate as you listened, and he couldn't fight the feeling that slowly, an opinion was forming in your head. An opinion of him. And one that wasn't just him as dirt, insignificant and extremely forgettable. It was one of him as a manic alcoholic.

"Fucking lunatics out here.", you mumbled, patting Ray on the shoulder, sympathetically. "Make sure he gets home."

"I don't even know which town he's from, ma'am."

"Find out."

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The interrogation was fruitless.

Nate was too busy blacking out to even be declared conscious , let alone give any idea of his origins.

So, out there, he sat. Next to Ray, fading in and out, being given water, both to drink, and sprinkled on his face, until the last of the guests had arrived, and the super-elite party had seemed to begin, finally.

And the door opened again, behind them. Ray stood up. Nate thought he stood up too, but he was still just sitting there, pathetic, bloody, and beaten up. Every sound felt muffled to him, your voice from behind him, Ray's voice from in front of him.

"Why is he still out here?" The angel. You.

"He isn't telling me shit, ma'am. Except that he was trying to get in because he lost some bet."

"Get him in, we'll get some food in him.", you sighed, gazing back down at him. Dirt. Mud. Inconsequential. Useless. Nothing. Manic, nothing alcoholic.

Ray scooped him up from under his arm, leaning him against his shoulder. "There we go, kid, c'mon."

Nate groaned, his eyes trying desperately to stay open as they fell on the luminous sign above the establishment : The Golden.

God, the amount of times he and his friends had tried to get in, since they were thirteen was absolutely insane. If only he'd have known all it took was being shitfaced and stupid to get in, he'd have done that a long time ago.

After all, shitfaced and stupid was his default state.

The sounds that were barely murmurs from the pavement outside were devastating roars from inside. A song everyone was screeching along to boomed overhead, overshadowing every thought in his head, the lack of lighting was accounted for by fluorescent wristbands that every celebrity in there wore, and they moved around as people danced, so fast he almost got whiplash.

Basically, the club was doing nothing for his hangover but exacerbation.

"Booth. There."

Ray deposited him in the booth, which he slid into quite pathetically, though now, his consciousness was more in his grasp. The crimson still streaked his face.

"What's your name, dude?"

"WHAT?", he yelled, over the screams of a particularly annoying group of models.

"Name.", you mouthed, waving Ray off before sipping your drink. Vodka spritz, he noted. Classy.

"Nate. Nate Jacobs."

"Nate Jacobs, you're an absolute dumbass, you know that?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You chuckled, looking away from him to the DJ, to the hordes of people having the time of their lives. Nate did, too. He wasn't sure if he saw what you saw, because to his eyes, it was spoiled assholes acting like they couldn't do the same shit in a normal club.

You seemed to see something else, though. He needed to know what.

"What was the bet?"

Nate's eyes tore away from the assholes and ran back to you. "Make out with a guy or fuck a celebrity."

"What?"

"Yeah, of course I didn't choose the first one."

"Which celebrity were you planning to fuck?"

"Oh, 100% Mia Thomas."

"She's a cunt."

"So? Hit and quit."

"Trust me, not with her, you can't."

Noted.

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Hangovers and high school do not mix well. Case in point : Nate Jacobs. Sleeping it off as soon as he got home should have helped, but it did not. He sat there in the back of the class, clutching onto the sides of his desk till his knuckles became white. "Ugh." His teacher droning on about the fucking World War didn't help, it just set his teeth on edge.

"The fuck is he? Where the fuck is he?"

Nate's head lifted up painfully - he felt like he was being stabbed from the inside. His eyes narrowed as they tried to handle the amount of light coming in, adjusting to the unnecessarily, obnoxiously bright classroom around him.

Every single pair of eyes in there seemed to be on him, and for a moment he wondered whether his eyes were actually bleeding.

But then, the eyes all simultaneously turned to the doorway. An angel.

Stood there with a cigarette between your fingers and your piercing gaze running wildly across the room in search for someone, you were terrifyingly ethereal. He was actually 90% sure you were a hangover hallucination.

Phones were whipped out, recording, and boys wolf-whistled. "Nate, there you are, the fuck are you doing in here?" Uh, school?

He couldn't speak. The most he could do was sit up, slightly, but even that caused his head to bludgeon him.

"C'mon.", you called, pointing a thumb at the door. "Let's go, big guy. Now."

"Excuse me, you can't just come into class and-"

"Kindly shut the fuck up. I'm so fucking pissed right now I would actually burn you."

A psychotic angel.

As the door slammed behind him, something told him this wasn't going to be like one of those movies where you tell him you want to fuck the shit out of him.

"I'm going to ask you this once, and once only. You lie to me, I will put a hit on you."

Did you know how much you were turning him on right now? You had to, right?

"Did you, or did you not, talk to the press after you left The Golden?"

"The press? No. I didn't talk to the press." He almost laughed. He'd remember a bunch of mics and cameras in his face.

"Did you talk to anyone?"

He shrugged. "I talked to my friend McKay, my dad, my broth-"

"A skeevy short guy with glasses and a power suit?"

He closed his eyes, willing away the pounding in his head and trying to conjure up some memory. Yes. Yes, he vaguely recalled one such character waddling by him, asking him unnecessary amounts of questions, before he could slump into the cab you'd called for him.

"Yeah, but-"

"But?"

"I dunno, he was just a guy, he didn't have a camera or anything!"

"Rule number one of being a celebrity-adjacent, Nate?", you spat, and he grimaced. "Shut. The. FUCK. Up about us. Okay?"

He wanted to argue he wasn't a celebrity-adjacent, but he was pretty sure you weren't done.

"You know what the press is saying, now? Because of you? Apparently I fucked you and then had you beat up."

Whoa.

"What? But I didn't even talk about sex to him!", he whined. He didn't want you to look at him like he was an idiot! He didn't want you to be mad. He wanted to be dirt under your gaze, not fucking... shit!

"Doesn't matter! HOW FUCKING IDIO-", you cut yourself off, and Nate wanted to believe it was because you were being considerate about his hangover, but you were probably just trying not to waste energy on him. "Okay. You're lucky that there were cameras to disprove that shit, Nate, but I swear to god, stay away, okay?"

From... you? The angel? No, no, no.

"What?" His voice was the least masculine he'd ever heard it to be, but you know what? If you wanted him pathetic, he was already doing what you wanted.

"Stay away from The Golden. You don't belong there. It's not your world."

That should've offended him more than it actually did.

The fact that you were looking, sorry, glaring at him did soften the blow, though.

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TWO MONTHS LATER

"It's a birthday, Nate, c'mon."

"Look, she's a fucking whore, Maddy, you know it. She's rich, yeah, but-"

Nate almost banged her head into the table when she began to laugh.

Nate couldn't wrap his head around that stupid thing in his life called his luck - probably because it was non-existent - because what the fuck? Who knew Maddy's stupid ass babysitting job would somehow lead him back to the memory he'd been wanting to bury deep within him?

Fate's a bitch. And so were you.

"Her being rich has something to do with this because...?", she mused, gently wrapping some hair in her flat iron while glancing at him through the mirror.

"Because?", he sputtered, ready to actually write it down in case her slow brain still didn't get it. "She's also, as I said, a whore! She'll invite every rich boy in the country to her birthday party!"

"You haven't even fucking met her. She's, like, a celebrity. She has to keep up appearances.", informed Maddy, dilligently, like it was her job or something. Poor, gullible, starstruck Maddy. "She's only inviting rich boys because she has to. She told me herself that sh-"

"This ain't a fucking Disney movie, Maddy. You can't be the quirky normal girl who's BFFs with a public figure. It doesn't work like that."

"Normal? Normal?" She turned, raising a brow, almost daring him to repeat himself.

"No, Maddy, don't fucking lose it over a word. I can't do that shit today, I got fucking finals coming up."

"Why do you even hate her so much?"

"She's rich. And a whore."

And I totally embarrassed myself in front of her and I want to kill myself every time I see her on TV.

"You said that already. You don't even know her. You haven't even met her. She doesn't even know I have a boyfriend.", she said, before correcting herself in response to his incredulous glare. "I mean, she doesn't know we're back together."

"Exactly. How close are you guys if you don't find her trustworthy enough to tell her you're with someone?"

"I just don't want to burden her with-"

"Bullshit , Maddy, bull-fucking-shit. She has no burdens. You could tell her you have cancer, it'll just bounce right off her empty head."

"She has so much shit on her plate, and she's constantly stressed out, Nate. So don't even go there.", she warned, checking her lipstick one last time before she began to slip into the 'outfit'.

"You know what she has on her plate? Fucking filet mignon and wagyu steak."

She chuckled, shaking her head as he zipped her up. "You could come, you know? Not like you care about studying anyway."

"I'm not coming to a fucking twee party with wealthy twinks dressed in Balenciaga or something."

"Twinks never wear Balenciaga. That's for strippers."

Now it was his turn to chuckle. "Yeah, sure whatever. I'll buy you anything you want, Maddy, okay? Don't fuck some hot rich twink who's still in the ridiculously expensive closet.", he cautioned, turning her around to face him.

She rolled her eyes. "If I do?"

"I'll fuck your rich whore friend." The fact that his thumb rubbed against her cheek actually meant that he was being serious.

"Y/N wouldn't fuck you if her fortune depended on it.", scoffed Maddy, kissing him on the cheek before throwing him the keys that sat next to his wallet, on her dresser. "Let's go, chauffeur."

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"Maddy! You're here! You look amazing!", you exclaimed, as Maddy ran up to you to hug you. "God, I missed you."

"Happy birthday.", she whispered, squeezing you once before letting go. "Maybe now you can....", she teased, nudging your elbow.

"Oh, come on, Maddy, I'm not going to go sleep with Chris Evans, now, for fuck's sake."

"Why?", she whined. "You know him, and it's finally legal."

You rolled your eyes. "Not everyone finds the same guys as you hot, okay?"

"You're fucking blind if you don't think Chris Evans is hot."

You leaned down, slightly, to whisper. "Why's your chauffeur getting out?"

"Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.", she giggled excitedly, tugging you along to meet him. "This is my boyfriend."

You almost fucking banged her head on the pavement. "No, Maddy, not the toxic guy again.", you muttered, so only she could hear. She waved you off. Poor, gullible, lovestruck Maddy.

"Hey. Y/N, right? Happy birthday, I guess."

FUCK. Fuck, this guy? The one who bloodied up your best bouncer? The one who almost cost you your career? That dumbass?

You could have sworn he glared. "Yeah, thanks.", you nodded, extending your hand out. He looked at it, then up at you in amusement for a fraction of a second, before taking it. "Nice to meet you, your highness. I'm Nate."

Not another fucking jokester.

"Funny.", you replied, dryly. turning to Maddy. "Your boyfriend coming in?"

Please say no.

"I'm right here, just fucking talk to me. Or do you need fucking butlers to do that for you?"

Based on what Maddy had told you about him, you'd expected that.

"Nate, shut the fuck up.", snapped Maddy, through clenched teeth. "Sorry, babe, he's stressed 'cause of finals."

"I'm sorry, sir, do you have a problem with me?"

"You won't give me the fucking decency of talking to me like a human being, but then, when I call you out on it, you get all polite and all 'Sir', on me, like a cowardly fucking cunt !"

"NATE!"

Maddy's voice cut through the air like the knife that Nate guessed you were fantasizing slitting his throat with right about then.

The music continued to blare from inside the house, but the silence was louder. "I will...", you began, but what the fuck does one say after that? "I will... get you guys drinks."

"No, I'm not fucking staying, you kidding me?"

"Nate.", hissed Maddy, threateningly.

Fine. What-fucking-ever.

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"This food sucks ass, Maddy."

"Ooh, you see that guy over there? The one Y/N's talking to?"

"Looks gay."

"He's not. Apparently, he's one of the most eligible bachelors in the world. Super rich. And he has a thing for Y/N."

"I wonder why.", he sneered, rolling his eyes, trying his best not to imagine what it would be like to break the stupid fucking chandelier above his head.

"He's super rich, Nate. He doesn't need her money."

"I was talking about her tits."

"Nate, if you're jealous, just say so.", sighed Maddy, though the amusement was quite clear in her voice.

"Jealous ?", he muttered, rolling his eyes. Maddy was amazing, but she was also unbelievably perceptive. "Of what?"

"Her life."

Maddy was really pissing him off. When the fuck did she become so smart?

"Okay, so she's rich. Big whoop. It's all Daddy's money."

"First off, she's got a career of her own, y'know? And second off- so? Daddy's money or not, it's more money than you'll ever have. Than we'll ever have."

"How do you even breathe normally around these people without sounding too poor?", he scoffed, downing his drink as he glared at you, giggling away while wearing your Dior bullshit.

"Fake it till you make it, I guess.", shrugged Maddy, not at all answering his question.

She didn't get it.

She was wearing something ethereal. He was in his fucking jeans and a tank top.

Your words echoed in his head, "it's not your world."

"Do you even know anyone else besides the birthday girl?"

"I don't, actually, no."

"So Y/N ditched you.", scoffed Nate, rolling his eyes as he sipped his drink. Holy fucking shit, the liquor was bomb. "Typical."

"You don't even fucking know her, okay?"

"Hey, Mads, all okay over here?", you asked, smiling as you went around your rounds of checking up on your huge guest list.

She nodded, before her eyes travelled back to Harry. She tipped her glass slightly in his direction. "So, how's it going with you and pretty boy over there?"

"Oh my god, was it obvious?"

"Just look at his fuck-me-till-I-die-eyes, girl! Yes, it was obvious!"

Nate hoped he was good at hiding his eye-roll.

"Yeah, well, you know, whatever. He's just-"

"If you say 'just a friend', I'm pouring this champagne on your head.", warned Maddy.

"He's just... sexy. And that's all he has going for him. No... sparks, you know? No... flair. Just a dick and abs.", you laughed, and Maddy joined in, watching you sip your drink.

"And guys are the 'objectifiers'? Good to know."

"Okay, seriously dude, what the fuck is your proble-"

Maddy shook her head, snapping her fingers in your face. "Sh. Let it go."

"No, I'm not fucking letting it go, Maddy, he can't just come to my birthday, and comment on every fucking thing I do!"

"Well, then, maybe I should leave! This isn't my world, anyway!"

The fuck was your problem? It's like you got offended at every single thing anyone said, and they had to bend over backwards apologizing because you were rich? No fucking way.

"Yeah, you should!"

"Come on, Maddy, let's go.", grumbled Nate, clenching his jaw as he grabbed Maddy's arm.

"Maddy, you're staying!", you ordered, glaring.

"The hell you are.", he growled, tugging her along.

"Maddy, stay !"

The party watched him and suddenly, he was getting beat up in front of the club all over again, but this time, he was the aggressor.

Fine. Whatever. Nate had at least an iota of self respect.

"See you at school, Mads.", he scoffed.

The glass in his hand made contact with the floor, shattering into a million little pieces.

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SIX MONTHS LATER

"Fuuuck.", he groaned, fistfuls of his hair spewing out from the gaps between his fingers.

"She's not fucking dead. Just pay her."

McKay better have fucking life insurance, because he was about to stab him.

"I shouldn't have fucking drank, I shouldn't have fucking drank...', he muttered, slamming his hand down on the steering wheel as he fixed his eyes in front of him, at the car he'd almost run off the cliff.

He heard the distinct sound of a car door slam, and out you walked, indignant - and rightfully so.

"Dude, dude, it's that Y/N chick, the actress girl.", hissed McKay, nudging him in the elbow. "She'll fuck us up in court, dude."

"Yes, I fucking realise that. Act cool, act cool."

YOU? YOU? Why the FUCK did it have to be YOU? Was karma real? Or was the universe just trying to fuck him up?

"I'm always cool, man."

Nate's eyes flicked from your car to your approaching figure. Why the fuck were you in East Highland?

You threw your hands up in frustration as he lowered his window, and, in a drunken haze, his eyes. You, thankfully, didn't notice. "What the FUCK was that, dude, huh?"

"Sorry, I just... lost control."

"Wait-Nate? UN-believable.", you scoffed, running your hands through your hair in frustration. HIM? HIM? Why the FUCK did you have to deal with HIM tonight? And then you saw his face. "Are you wasted?"

No, no, he was supposed to be good at hiding this shit. But he figured you'd be good at seeing through bullshit, seeing as bullshitting was your entire career.

"No, what? Two respectable citizens like us?", he asked, trying his best to look offended, but it's hard when you're staring into the eyes of someone who could fuck up your life with a signature.

"Bullshit. You're fucking wasted, aren't you?"

"What are you, a cop?" He restrained himself from adding a lewd comment about you putting him in handcuffs.

"I loved that movie you made recently- Starshine Valley.", declared McKay, matter-of-factly. "It was fucking fantastic."

Oh, yeah, Nate had watched it with him. The fact that you'd also directed it was news to him. Your 'country girl' outfit in that was, in Nate's head at least, equivalent to Leia in the fucking gold bikini.

Okay, whatever, not like Nate gave a shit. Right now, he was focused on McKay. McKay and his slur. His fucking slur. No, no, no!

You ran your hand over your face, palpably exhausted. "Okay, here's what we're going to do.", you began, trying your best to not show how much you wanted to tip their car over the bridge right now. "We're going to call the police-"

"No, we're not! Please, I'll make it up to you."

"You'll make it up to me? You almost drove my $500K car off a cliff!"

Jesus Christ. "Please, please, not the cops, we just... I've got a clean record so far, I don't wanna... please."

It came as a huge surprise that Nate's record was clean, but whatever.

"You should've thought of that before you-"

"Please, I have college to think of, my family-"

"FUCK! Okay. No cops."

"Thank you, thank you."

"Just don't fucking drive if you're drunk, ok? Where are you guys even going?"

"Back into town."

"East Highland?"

Nate almost laughed. What other fucking town was in that direction?

"Yeah, yeah, we are. You're going there?"

Please let this be a Disney movie. Please let her come back and join high school after a life of spoilt stardom. Please let me get to 'accidentally' throw a football at her pretty little head during practice. Please.

"Yeah, visiting my folks before I go out to Scotland to shoot.", you mumbled, running your hands through your hair again. For some reason, this drove him absolutely crazy. In a good or bad way, he didn't know. "Need a ride?"

Oh, yeah. In that car? Fuck yeah.

"What about our car?", asked McKay, stupidly. When asked whether you need a ride in a $500K car, you accept. You don't think about your shitty ass car.

"I'll come back and get it for you guys, I guess."

"You would? You'd do that for us, Emily?"

Why the fuck did McKay make a reference to Starshine Valley? What a fucking nerd. Not to say Nate wasn't about to make the exact same one.

"Shut up and get out."

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"Thanks again for not getting us busted."

"Don't fucking drink and drive, guys, okay? Get in your houses. Your car'll be back here by morning."

"And where will you be?", asks Nate, tilting his head.

"Oh, no, no, this isn't a fucking rom-com. This wasn't a meet-cute."

"I'm just saying, if we wanna settle things about the damage to your car..."

"There's no way to settle things without the law getting involved, and, for the sake of your criminal record, I think you should just leave it at that.", you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you pull out of his driveway.

"Fuck, dude.", muttered McKay after they watch you leave. "Fuck."

"She's such a knockout."

"Total smokeshow.", nodded McKay, in agreement. "But you know she was lying, right?"

"What? About our car?"

"Nah, about where she was going. She isn't from here. This ain't her hometown. If it was, we'd have seen her growing up, yeah?"

Nate almost killed himself right there. How drunk do you have to be to miss that?

"You're saying she's not meeting her folks?"

"I'm saying she ain't even staying in East Highland."

"Then where the fuck is she going?"

McKay groaned, as if Nate was the slowest fucking guy in the world. "You know that super-elite superstar club a few towns away?"

The one he'd tried getting into when he was shitfaced a couple months ago.

"The Golden? You think she's going there?"

"You saw what she was wearing? Who the fuck meets their parents wearing that ? Who's that stupid?"

Evidently, Nate, because he'd actually believed you.

And now, he felt the urge to get even more shitfaced and stupid.

He wanted to follow you back into The Golden.

The question was , would he?

[t.b.c]

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elvestoneanzelote1 · 1 year ago

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Hello! I saw your Albedo/Zhongli reader on wattpad and honestly love it

I like to request Albedo/Zhongli reader doing a little experiment then accidently creating a random girl that end of becoming reader assistant. (I'm going to mix Sucrose, Hu Tao, and Stelle for this one) I like to imagine that the girl is very quiet and shy but secretly very mischievous to anyone and can be snarky if she want, but also more open, calm, and, puppy like toward reader. Since reader create her, she likely more clingy and protective toward reader plus there a chance she'll have a weird humor and obsession with random things. (Stelle trashcan behavior) I was thinking that, reader trying to hide how the girl got here by saying that she lost her memory and he find her unconscious so that she don't get weird stuff from Mori, but that up to you if you want to change it. Also, Chuuya probably jealous of her and maybe Dazai if he find out about her existence, Since she the assistant which mean She gonna work closely with reader himself.

Bonus,this isn't another request but a question. Will Albedo/Zhongli reader interact with other character such as Verlaine in your book?

𝙰:𝚗- 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝! 𝚂𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢... 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜? ,𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝!

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎... 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢..

First thing, You were just busy doing some experiments and more likely to indulge yourself from boredom.

Until you accidentally hit one of your potions in alarmed by someone knocking at your door.

"Who is it?" You asked while picking up the glass which contained the potion... But it eventually emptied into another glass potion mixing it.

"L/n-sensei, Boss has requested you to look through this report," said a familiar voice making you recognized who may it be.

Your eyes flickered on the potion the at the door.

'Nothing will happen if I go out a bit to check the reports I hope..' You thought to yourself and left.

As the bubbles filled up the glass tube making it crack in just some few minutes.

"Huh? What was that?"

"L/n-sensei?" Chuuya called out to you as you shook your head slightly and smile.

"It is nothing... Nakahara please continue"

"Well... As I was saying the-"

You heard another crack making you glance back at your door and then at Chuuya who was very much confused by your off-minded attention.

"Sensei?"

"Nakahara, will it be better if we skip the report for the next day?"

"Huh? But... The boss wanted to..." He paused as his eyes narrowed in doubt, 'was my Voice not clear? Or did I mispronounce some words I should have practiced 10 times more again' thought Chuuya while he gaze down at the floor with a frown.

"It is not about the reports or your words but... I still have some work left"

"...is it? Another research...? Perhaps I can help sensei?" Asked Chuuya curiously as you shook your head.

"Give the report after an hour or two" you said and went inside the office alarming Chuuya as he heard the lock.

'Sensei doesn't often lock his office doors... Is it really urgent Experiment...?'

"So... Your telling me you found her?" Asked Mori as you nod, as Su Hu (mixture of sucrose and hutao) peek a bit shyly.

"Oh... What's your name?" Asked Mori to Su Hu who looks to be around 20.

"Are you sure you just didn't scooped your girlfriend?" Asked Mori with a stiffened smile as you shook your head.

Su Hu blushed and pouted a bit when you denied it and tugged your coat.

"Master Y/n! Are we going to have another experimentation?"

"Another?"

"I took her under my... Wings she will be... My..."

"I'm his student and assistant!" Said Su Hu smiling a bit as she waved slightly to Elise who just huffed away making Su Hu confused.

"A student? Oh you finally have the will to take a student now?"

"Master Y/n! Can we go and find some trash? I mean... Who knows we may find something valuable"

"T-trash?" Mori said with a frown as you shook your head making Su Hu pout.

"We can go burry people"

"Really! Is it already Saturday!? I always wanted to do it!"

"Sat... Wait... How long has she been with you?" Asked Mori as you pointed him two fingers.

"Two days?"

"No, Two weeks"

"Wh-where does she stays?"

"With me"

"..." Mori stares at you then at Su Hu who dragged you away with her as she mentioned about different styles of burying people.

Mori side glance at Elise who too was frowning.

"Elise-chan pinch me, Am I dreaming?"

"No, Rintarou Al-niisan truly found someone..."

"..."

"Call Kouyou immediately why was I not inform about this?"

The guard nods hesitantly With Mori still trying to comprehend what just happened.

'Does that mean, Y/n-kun will solely focus on his assistant? And how does she get to live with him! She is a girl firstly!'

It was silent in the Meeting room with Chuuya looking back to Kouyou who had mouth agape.

"He barely invited me to his house for a tea break yet... he let a 20-year-old girl live with him? How did she se-i mean melt him for that?" Said Kouyou immediately correcting her words as Mori shrugged off with a serious face.

"The girl have been living with him for two weeks"

"T-two weeks?" Chuuya Half- Shouts as Kouyou shushed him.

"We can't let others know about it... Especially, Y/n I am shocked he... Was. Into younger girls.." Muttered Kouyou as Su Hu and you seem to have 6 years gap... This is normal as it is acceptable for males and females to have at least a 7-8 years gap and she is eligible... But it doesn't add up for them.

The chaos and drama occur when you start to tag her... Mode likely she clung to you almost every day, going to meetings as you didn't mind as she eventually became a good assistant for you.

The main problem was Akutagawa Ryounosuke who just glared at Su Hu who tried to tease him (you know Hutao and Xiao thing) but heck to say He was jealous as he respected you a lot (besides Dazai).

And the fact that even you are taken away by another person make him... Feel he is not good enough.

'Am I not... Strong or helpful for L/n-sensei?" Thought Ryounosuke to himself as he was annoyed By Su Hu's constant clinging to your side which he wished he could too.

Chuuya was the most annoyed in sort of way.

He won't admit but he is envious of Su Hu, as He assumes you won't take another student besides that Mackarel Dazai but now you kept one, and the fact she is just a replica of Dazai clinging onto you. The only difference was she was shy at first meeting people but when she thought it was fine she started to act exactly like Dazai.

'Does sensei... Missed Dazai... Or does he prefer people like them...' Thought Chuuya who constantly thinks you prefer the likes like Dazai.

Truth be told you made an error in your experiment and made Su Hu.

But since she is helpful and makes good tea you let her stay as you are curious about how a small mistake in an experiment creates a life.

Kouyou was unsure as she assumed that you and Su Hu were eventually a thing that she wouldn't admit but was slightly annoyed. I mean you are her partner in crime why didn't you tell her if you get a girlfriend and why... Her out of all people.

Kouyou finds Su Hu unbearable because of her reckless personality and her burying people and even gives Kouyou a coupon!

Su Hu assumes Kouyou to be older like hell! She is the same age as Y/n!.

She would rather prefer the coupon to be given to Mori.

Which indeed happened. Mori had a lot of 50% discount coffin offer by Su Hu.

It was annoying for him too. He even stopped Elise from attacking Su Hu because in his desire he really want to dismantle Su Hu.

Though he doesn't know why he felt that.

Just say Su Hu had a lot of enemies by just sticking with you but she doesn't mind as her sole purpose is you! Your her creator after all!

But...

Things went worse when Dazai found out oh, boy he was so angry and jealous.

He loves you a lot but... Has he been replaced by a student who is... having amnesia and even living with you? And became an assistant on your work, he was so pissed!

He wouldn't think that way against a girl, a lady to be precise but... The fact you smile at her, cook for her or you eat her meal made by her and every day see each other at work and at home!

Yes he is a changed man but he wouldn't mind murdering another person.

Fact to say... The agency was worried about Dazai crying dramatically on the corner.

None could move him.

Until they too found it out by some of them seeing you at work with a girl or going to a cafe with a girl.

Oh, boy things are messy for y/n just because of his mistake of making Su Hu.

The Port Mafia are already on the process to find anything about Su Hu to kick her out of your life or perhaps they can just murder her but... If they did you won't forgive them.

Which is something which they restraint the self to do so.

A:n- that's all good day/night to all!

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sandflakedraws · 10 months ago

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Hi! I have been a huge fan of your art for a long while now; I hope this isn't terribly, horribly rude but do you know when/if commissions will be open again?

It's totally fine if the answer is "not for a long time/ever", I'm just curious because I would love to commission you one day.

Have a lovely day or night, whichever! I will continue to enjoy your art like a delicious soup :)

Don't worry, I don't think this is a rude question! Hopefully the response isn't more than u bargained for.

Alas though, the truest answer is also the vaguest: I'm not??? Sure??

Rather, I'd like to open them again, but I need to be thoughtful about how and when I do it.

recently, the internet landscape has helped shed some light on the subject of ADHD, how it affects people, what forms it can take, and i have had some revelations regarding my relationship to it.

namely that i very . very likely,,, have it.

not sure why it never occurred to me despite having siblings and cousins with it, but either way.

What matters here is that sometimes, my brain constructs a wall of agony around doing a commission. Seemingly at random, it'll hit me with a constant button press of "not gonna! wrong! stop!" I never understood why. I had previously thought that I'd just been having some sort of temporary funk, and that one day I'd wake up and it would just. not be there. Y'know, like my executives would function.

So... it has been common for some very patient, sweet, compassionate commissioners to have waited months, even years before they received what they'd rightfully paid for.

... I hate that I'm capable of that. I don't want to be That Guy.

After having recontextualized the problem from 'temporary haze' to 'state of being' it's been easier to recognize what I need to do.

If I open commissions again, I need to figure out a way to keep ADHD brain from forming walls around the task. One thing I've decided for certain is that I've gotta switch to a multi-payment method. Ergo, the commissioner would pay a little up front, and the rest when I finish. Other than that though, I've been drawing a blank.

Until I get that settled, my commission status will remain in limbo.

#anon #joey babbles #if any of y'all other ADHD havers got advice #i am all ears #i never know what triggers it #i often have fun doing commissions!! its weird

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uraveragelonelyhuman · 2 years ago

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Reuniting With Ekko, Vi And Viktor

EKKO

You had been a kid taken in by Vander

And he was friends with a man named Benzo, who had also taken a kid under his wing

So, you had always been close to Ekko and Powder most out of all the kids

Being closer to their age and all

You all were together everyday, never leaving each other's side

You and Ekko were hanging out one day when you saw a strange man come into the shop

You both could tell he wasn't from the Undercity

And he paid Ekko in gold, Ekko charged him double price with your convincing

And after you both followed him to his pretty apartment in Piltover

And you could tell he was rich, or had rich connections

So when you guys came back you told Vi, she was proud as hell of you both

And her, Powder, Claggor and Mylo left to rob the apartment

That was the start of it all

Vander was taken, Benzo was killed and in the middle of the night after staying with Ekko to help him, you felt the ground shake

You panicked, telling Ekko to stay there in the shop as you ran like hell

When you got there Vi was leaning against a wall as she sobbed

You kneeled down beside her to check on her, worried as she looked at you shocked

Then you both looked up, seeing the man recognized as Silco standing above your best friend on the ground

You both bolted, standing up to go get her before you were hit on the head

You fell to the ground, your conscious abandoning you

When you woke up, you were in a stone cell with Vi shaking you

You both were in prison, you thought they couldn't keep you there without trial o question

But you were wrong

Simply because you were from the Undercity, they kept you both there

For seven years

Vi kept you safe, you were all she had

But you both wanted out

And one day you got it

When a certain someone came around with a drawing of a monkey

You finally came back to the Undercity, looking for Powder and Ekko

And you found Powder, just not in the way you thought

And then you were ambushed by people in masks

One you swore you saw before, lingering in the shadows

And then you woke up in a random room

The one in the mask leaning against a wall

You opened your eyes, your head hurt like hell from being knocked out. You groaned as you sat up, rubbing your head as you looked around. You looked in the corner, a ray of light seeping in until you saw something.

Leaning against a wall, in the shadows a man with a white owl mask leaned against a wall. You glared, standing up as you clenched your fists.

"Who the hell are you?" You asked, your guard fully up as he slowly stepped out of the shadows.

"Why the hell am I here? Why won't you fucking answer?!" You yelled, impatient as he just kept staring at you.

You then intently watched as he reached up to his mask, your eyes widening as you saw he was taking it off.

His head faced to the ground, his mask hissing as he dropped it to his side. He then stepped into the light, looking up as your eyes found familiarity in his face.

"...Ekko?" You breathed out, shocked as you stepped forward once. You then stopped as he looked at you with a blank stare. "Where the hell have you been?" He asked.

"What? Where am I? What the hell is all this?" You asked, panicking as you looked around. You didn't like not knowing stuff, feeling paranoid of what was to come.

"What do you know about this?" He asked, opening a case to a blue stone. "Nothing! Powder had it, I don't know why but- shit, oh my god." You said, pacing back and forth as you tried to calm down.

"Where have you been? Where have you and Vi been? And why the hell were you with Jinx and-" Everything felt like it was spinning, Ekko's questions coming in fast and you couldn't keep up.

You felt tears pooling in your eyes, your hands meeting your head as you tried to get the feeling of nausea to pass.

You wanted to know where you were, what happened while you were gone and what the hell happened to Powder.

"Ekko! Jus-Just shut the hell up!" You cut him off, yelling as he paused and looked at you worried.

You looked tired, your entire body shaking as you tried to make sense of what was happening. Everything was so fast and you couldn't keep up.

"What the hell is going on?! What happened?! Me and Vi, w-we were thrown in Still- Prison and-" Ekko's eyes widened at your confession, Prison? What the hell did you mean Prison?

"Prison?! What the hell do you mean by Prison, Y/n?" He asked, you looking at him. "Yeah, we were thrown in Stillwater. No trial, nothing for seven fucking years!" You yelled, closing your eyes as you backed up into a pole.

You breathed heavily as you tried to ground yourself.

"What happened while we were gone?! Powder- or Jinx, or whoever the fuck! What happened to her?! What happened to my best friend…" you trailed off, beginning to sob as everything sunk in.

Through the years you never actually had time to sit and think so it was all coming in like waves.

Vander had died, Benzo died, Claggor and Mylo died. You and I were thrown in jail without question.

When you got out Powder was someone else, Silco flooded the lanes and took your guys' home. And Ekko was fucking yelling at you.

You hated being yelled at, it was something your birth parents did before leaving you to rot and it stuck with you.

Ekko looked at you sadly, his eyes filled with sympathy and guilt as he remembered you hated being yelled at. He slowly steps toward you, grabbing your hand and softly pulling you close to him.

"It's okay, everything's fine, I'm here…" he quietly stated, you holding onto him for dear life as your breathing calmed down.

"What happened while we were gone…?" You quietly asked, looking up at Ekko. He sighed, shaking his head. "A lot, Y/n. A lot." He stated.

You examined his face, lifting your palm to his right cheek as you sniffled. "Aw, Little man isn't little anymore." You laughed softly, Ekko rolling his eyes at you amusedly.

You slowly pulled back into the hig, your ear rested against his chest where his heart was.

You found Ekko, and for now you would live in the moment. At least for a bit, because at least he was okay.

You had been taken in by Benzo when young

And met Vi a couple days after

You two were stuck together by the hip

You were close in age and liked being together

You were the calm one while she was the harsh one

Still, match made in heaven

She liked being with you because you were calming

You liked being with her because she was her

And everything was great

Until the apartment heist

Everything went wrong after that

Benzo died

And so did Vander, Mylo and Claggor

What didn't help was Vi had went missing and Powder became Jinx

She never messed with you, visiting you when she could

But she didn't like being reminded of Powder

She clung to you still because you were all she had left, and you were like her other big sister growing up

You came to terms Vi was dead, you had to survive though

So Babbette offered you a job, at the Brothel

Wasn't your ideal job but you took it

Everything was a bit peaceful in your life for a while

Until the past came knocking

You cleaned up your room in the brothel, your last client had come in and left after about 30 minutes and you were done for the day.

You were tired as hell and just wanted to get to Jericho's, eat and come back and sleep until forever. You had changed into something a bit more comfortable, grabbing your keys and about to head out until you heard the door open.

It then clicked closed just as you reached for your keys. You sighed, talking over your shoulder. "Wrong room. I'm done for the day, sorry." You said, walking forward as your hand grasped your keychain.

"Aw, too bad. You sure you don't have time for me, sweetheart?" That voice…you heard it before. You froze, you felt like you couldn't move at all. You recognized it but you didn't want to accept it.

Over the years your mind played tricks on you, a glimpse in your peripheral had you thinking Vi was around the corner. A whisper in your ear made you flinch thinking it was her only to come back to earth a second later.

You shook your head, not looking behind you. "Enough with the games, brain. She's not here…" you mumbled to yourself, resuming what you had been doing.

"But it's not a game. It's me, Y/n." She said again, this time you felt like crying as you realized she didn't go away. She would've left by now if it was a game.

You slowly turned around, your eyes finding the woman now grown up standing in front of you. She stared back at you with a small smile, her eyes looked you up and down.

"...Vi?" You whispered, afraid to talk as if she would disappear. She nodded her head, stepping closer to you. You gave a small sniffle, as she got closer you lunged at her.

You knocked her back a fre steps before she stabled herself. She gave a small chuckle mixed with a sniffle. She hugged you back, missing your touch over the years.

"You're okay.. How in hell are you alive?" You asked, your head not leaving her chest. "Believe me, I don't even know." She mumbled, resting her chin on top of your head as she closed her eyes.

She felt a little peace in that moment, holding you. Maybe the seven years of hoping and praying paid off, because you were actually here.

Alive. And with her now.

And god, she was never letting you go, ever again.

VIKTOR

Your dad was Singed, and you met him when his boat flowed through the cavern

That's when you first saw him, you sat next to Rio as it knocked against your foot

He then stepped into your vision

He was hesitant until your dad beckoned him towards you guys as he held his toy boat in his hand

You then noticed his cane, tilting your head at it but shaking it off

Wasn't anything new, and was best not to ask

He was a loner, not being able to play with the other kids

You didn't like playing with them, thought they were idiots who were even ruder than their parents

You preferred staying with your dad and helping Rio

And eventually you three became loners together

You and Viktor grew up close together

You were stuck to the other like glue

You also both helped your dad with his gadgetry and projects

Everything was good, until Rio god worse

You begged your dad to let her go, but he always said the same thing

"The mutation must survive"

But Viktor didn't like it

And he left

You never saw him again for a long time

Viktor sat in his lab, Jayce gone for the day for whatever he did. He was messing with Hex tech, trying to improve it as he heard the lab door open.

"Sorry, Jayce is not here. And I am quite busy." He called over his shoulder, not looking back as he went back to his gadget.

He heard a sigh from behind him. 'Must be Sky.' He thought, not paying anymore mind until a voice broke the silence.

"Aw, not even enough time for little 'ol me?" He paused, it couldn't be. He hadn't seen you for years. And in Piltover? His lab nonetheless?

He turned around, shocked as he saw your smirking face standing at the middle counter of the lab.

"Y/n!" He exclaimed, smiling as he stood up and grabbed his cane. You laughed, walking towards him and meeting him halfway. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I haven't seen you in years." He smiled, you pulling away as you laughed. "Yeah, about time, huh?" He nodded his head. "Yes, how did you know I was here?" He asked.

"I got in contact with your lab partner, Jayce. He was excited to help." You explained, nudging his cheek as he shook his head. "Remind me to thank him, for once." He joked.

"Wow, Piltover really has a hold on you. You have humour now?" You teased, the man rolling his eyes at you amusedly as he pulled away.

"Come, I should show you my creation." He walked over to his desk, you following him

You always wondered what his life was in Piltover, now you could be a part of it.

#vi arcane x reader #arcane x you #ekko arcane x reader #arcane ekko x you #arcane ekko #arcane ekko x reader #arcane viktor x reader #arcane vi x reader #arcane violet #arcane viktor #viktor x reader #ekko x reader #vi x reader #arcane viktor x you #viktor arcane x reader #viktor arcane x you #arcane reader #arcane reader insert

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madebysimblr · 4 months ago

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Mystress - A Very Cool Rock Band 🤘

Envy's band has been mentioned a few times but up until yesterday I only had 1 other member made. So here is ur introduction to the band, as they will be popping up more soon. little blurbs about them under the cut :)

Spike Dolan - Drummer. Currently lives in Sulani, but has known Envy the longest. Met her when they were both kids, and they've been very close ever since :D Spike will be coming into town soon to help work on the album. Mystress also has a few gigs that he needs to be in town for! (he/him)

Axel Priest* - Guitarist. (Also can sing p well) You might recognize him! He's Zane Priest's little brother. I realized the ages would line up for him to be around (which yay because I adore him.) Met Spike and Envy in high school! His distant connections to Sadie's record store in Windenburg are where Mystress has gotten their small start! He's currently living in Windenburg!(he/him)

Rocky Chambers - Bass Guitarist. Newest member of the band! They were added within the last couple years since they also live in San Myshuno and 1. Mystress needed a bassist, and 2. Envy needed someone local to bounce ideas on! Rocky has fit right in. They are also a visual artist and has done most of the graphics work for the band. (they/them)

Envy Trujillo - Vocalist (can also play Bass Guitar). If you know my legacy, you know Envy. But Spike and Envy are co-founders of Mystress and the two of them write all the music. (she/her)

What Does Mystress Sound Like? Whatever I want lol. Mainly I'll pull from early 2000s punk/pop/rock that genre. There's a few random songs that don't fit into that that I'll attribute to them- and those will be their fluke pop hits or something lol. Originally I was going to just use Paramore's discography, but the more I listen to it, it's not fitting the vibe I have in mind. So they will be a mishmash. weeeee

*wait wasn't Zane's little brother called Alex!?!? Yes he was. But because of mr. James Alexander Montgomery, the name Alex is more or less claimed. So since Axel Priest had never really been featured/ had any dialogue- I could easily retcon his name. If someone accidentally called him alex once no they didn't.

#ts4 #sims 4 #envy trujillo #spike dolan #rocky chambers #axel priest #if you dont look under the cut: rocky (they/them) is nb pls do not misgender thank u #this band is actively calling me ugly btw #also hi there #im slowly making my way back to my legacy #but this is a good little dip back in c:

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moongothic · 10 months ago

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When exactly do you think Crocodile realized Luffy was his son? Like was it still in Impel Down? Couldn't Iva have told him Luffy was Dragon's son and Croc go 'ah, guess my ex had more kids'? Or was it when Sengoku announced it during the war?

Bc, the thing is, in order for Croc to conclude Luffy was his (since he didn't know Dragon's or his son's full names, cuz otherwise he would've recognized Luffy in Alabasta and not have tried to kill his son 3 times💀) the only clue Croc would've had would be Luffy's age /exact birth date. And for that to happen, my theory is that Iva mentioned to Croc that Luffy was Dragon's son, then on the ship towards Marineford Croc took a moment to ask Luffy what his age and birthday was, just out of curiosity.

But idk how well that ties into Croc's 180 during the war to help Luffy and save Ace that one time.

I doubt Iva-chan brought up the subject to Crocodile at all, they had more important things to worry about when escaping from Impel Down, and while there was downtime when sailing to Marineford, we see Iva-chan and Luffy talk about this; Luffy clarifies to Iva-chan that Ace isn't his blood-relative, when Iva-chan had been under the impression Ace was also Dragon's son

The key thing here is that Iva-chan was whispering

Which means Iva-chan wouldn't have wanted to let anyone else on the ship find out about Luffy being Dragon's son at this point. Thus, regardless of what history Croc has with Ivankov (and the Revs), I doubt they would've told Crocodile about Luffy and Dragon at this point (like Iva-chan went out of their way to mention how Crocodile couldn't be trusted in ID). Also considdering Jinbei didn't hear what Iva-chan said here, there should be no way Crocodile could've overheard this convo either.

So between that, and the actual Reveal Scene which I've discussed in the past (and specifically how sus it is that we don't see Croc's reaction), yeah I'm inclined to believe that's when Crocodile would've realized Luffy was his, at the begining of the war

And as I've also discussed in the past, considdering the circumstances that lead to Luffy being raised by Garp, and how Dragon (and Crocodile too) would've been well aware of that from the begining. I don't think Dragon would've ever remarried or had another child with anybody else, and most importantly, I'm sure Crocodile would've known that too. So the second Crocodile heard Luffy was Dragon's kid, he would've been hit with the realization that Luffy had to be his. Like Dragon would've been insane if he went and had another child after Luffy was born, or he would've had to been cheating on Crocodile and while Dragon may be a loser he surely wouldn't be that kind of a loser. Like the options would've been that either that really is Croc's baby boy, or there's some kind of a mistake and it's not their kid.

(Interestingly, Crocodile did seem to continue to pursue Whitebeard even after the announcement from Sengoku, and only began assisting after 1) the battle had moved onto the square, 2) WB got both stabbed and 3) his crew had proved themselves to be a pain in the ass for Crocodile. So it's possible Crocodile only changed his objectives because his original plan had gone sour. But also, Crocodile jumps in to protect Luffy from Mihawk immidiately after Luffy shows off his Conqueror's Haki. And like. I dunno, he hadn't been in a hurry to assist Luffy until then, so if Crocodile had been kind of waiting for something to actually confirm to him that Luffy really was Dragon's son and not some random, bizarrely sturdy child... Yeah, the dumbass having fucking Conqueror's Haki could be it, the confirmation Crocodile needed.)

#Moon posting #Asks #Sir Crocodile #Crocodad #Sidenote but I think it would be funny if Dragon had no Conqueror's but Crocodile did #No reason I just think it'd be funny #More likely both have it but until Oda spills the beans I am sticking to my unfounded headcanon lmao

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axailslink · 2 years ago

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That's the girl?

Shuri Udaku x Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Summary: you catch sight of Shuri and Riri two of your casual hookups at your job and they invite you home.

Your life is never too boring there's always something crazy happening so as you're standing in Footlocker leaning on the wall you're quick to duck when you get a sight of Shuri Udaku and Riri Williams. "Fuck" your friend sees you hide behind the counter and she raises a brow but says nothing. Both girls look around as you gradually come back to your original height maybe if I just do my job they won't notice me your coworker lets her interest peak but when she asks you don't answer with the true answer "it's not every day you see the queen of Wakanda and Riri Williams in a shoe store" you mumble she nods "well let's make them welcome" she walks in their direction and you're looking down at the desk. "Hi ,do you need a shoe size for that?" Riri hands her the shoe "yeah I need a size six" Shuri continues looking at the others slowly making her way over to you while you're trying to sneak past her but she smiles at you which calls for attention. "Hey, could you help me?" You look around hoping she's not talking to you because as soon you look up you're sure she's going to recognize you. She gives your name tag a glance and carefully pronounces your name you can hear the realization in her voice as you look up at her. "Absolutely ma'am" when your eye catches hers she smiles and looks you up and down as if she's replaying the weekend over in her mind.

Shuri lets her eyes linger on the hickey on your neck but says nothing her marks are left in your inner thighs. "These shoes over here" she leads you away from the rest of the workers and grabs a random shoe "so you work here?" You hum and take the shoe from her "you know you're called a sneaky link for a reason right? It's supposed to be kept on the down low and not talked about." She nods "what if the queen doesn't want to sneak around?" You examine the shoe like it's the most interesting thing in your sight now. Before you can give a reply of some sort Riri walks over and you sigh because she recognizes you immediately and looks at Shuri with wide eyes. She kind of communicates with Shuri using her eyes pointing to you constantly but Shuri doesn't get it until she juts her lips out at you and when it hits her she widens her eyes too. You however are confused because you're not getting the joke that these two obviously have shared "that's the girl who sucks the strap?" You slap your face and glance at your coworkers who hear Shuri's loud tone of voice and are immediately looking over at you three. Lovely of all things she could have said she said that very loudly in a store full of people you work with on a daily basis.

You're caught so off guard you're just staring into the distance because the embarrassment is washing over you like rain. Shuri is amazed for a moment before she whispers "she's the same girl babe remember when I said l had the new hookup?" Babe? it's Riri's turn to be surprised "wait? We both riding the same wave?" You groan in silence wishing for this moment to be over with they're dating and you're fucking both of them and they know and now you're coworkers know who could possibly be next your mother? "Are y'all going to buy some shoes or are you both just going to continue embarrassing me? I've had a long day now two of the women I sleep with on the regular are at my second job like c'mon now please at least buy something." Riri and Shuri share smiles before both of their attention is back on you "yeah we'll buy something if after work you join us for a movie at our place." Shuri nods "maybe we could watch a Netflix film." Are both of your casual hookups asking you to join them both on a date in their home tonight? Like you've said it's been a long day but who in their right mind would turn down Shuri Udaku and Riri Williams? Not you. Not at all.

"I get off in an hour" your coworkers watches as you and the women continue to flirt as you're helping them with their shoe choices.

A/n: sadly I'm doing hair I have not had a free fucking moment all day I'm going to lose my mind 😅 poorly edited so uhm yeah 👍🏾

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New Romantics | Mbappé [2]

» Pairing: Mbappé x Oc

» summary: in which an arrogant and talented football player (the best of his time as some say) and a focused and harsh critic of a journalist are gonna have to find a way to co-exist.

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» Writer's note: i don't know if y'all are still interested after the second chapter because the response wasn't as big but i wrote the third chapter so here you go. Let me know your opinions and if you guys want to see more! Also im trying to find ways to make this more interactive for everyone so bear with me please.

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I didn't know i had to watch my tongue. Now you know that I'm loaded gun. Uh it might be true I'm too taboo.

She wished the car would drive by faster but for whatever reason traffic seemed to be working against her that day. She would be late again and it was her first day. Her leg tapped on the bottom of the uber annoyed until they reached the training center. She practically jumped out of the car to get to the entrance, her camera hanging from her neck, a water bottle on her hand and she would have walked in if it wasn’t for the French guards again-

“Oh, you have to be kidding.”

“Nous avons besoin de votre carte” One of them said. She recognized the word card but she had no idea what card they were talking about. She had no card and how was she supposed to explain that? She didn’t really look professional, she was dressed in her sweatpants and her PSG hat, she looked like a random fan that wanted to get in to flirt with the footballers. While she was trying to explain she was just a journalist and was working closely with Galtier, she felt someone bump on her shoulder, walking past her like he hadn’t hit her at all. Of course, it was him-

“Kylian!” she yelled. He stopped on his tracks, looked at her up and down like he was seeing her for the first time. Then he smiled and she knew she was basically fucked.

“Je ne sais pas qui elle est.” he said quickly and walked inside the building. Taylor jumped forward to attack him but the guards stopped her, pushing her back. She wanted to throw her water bottle at him. She backed up, fixing her hoodie and breathing heavily. She looked at her phone, realizing she was alreay 15 minutes late. Horrible first impression.

“Elle est avec moi. C'est une journaliste. Ne vous inquiétez pas.”

She turned around, Neymar standing behind her with a smile on his face. He motioned for her to get inside with him and she followed. She didn’t like having to rely on others like that, she needed to get better with her French quickly. And on top of everything she wanted to smack Kylian in the face. She still hadn’t posted the paragraph about him but she was very close in doing so.

“Thanks for that.”

“No problem. Come on we are late.”

Neymar and her run outside on the field apologizing for their delay. Galtier didn’t even look at them while he reprehended them for their actions, first Neymar and then,

“Ms. Taylor, we are very strict about our time schedules in this team. I asked you to be here before the boys.” He finally looked at her “you are late.”

“I had a problem with the guards-“

“Do I look like I care?” he asked and returned his gaze on the team “Boys this is Taylor Wilock. She will be attending trainings and games for the next month-“

“Assuming she is there on time” mumbled Kylian, he didn’t say it loud enough but she did hear it. Her eyes settling angrily on him. She drew a fist with her fingers, annoyed at the young man but said nothing in response. Hakimi laughed at his comment but quickly stopped when he saw Galtier’s eyes on him. He stopped.

“Among other things she is writing an article on the team, for JW’S Website.” Kylian faked a cough when he heard the name, ones again getting her attention “She’ll be my eyes and ears for as long as she is here, so be kind, kids.” Warned Galtier, specifically looking at Kylian. He gave them all their tasks for the day and then called for Taylor to follow him. She had to walk past all the players who were standing next to each other in a long line. While walking she twisted the cap on her water bottle slowly opening it and when she passed in front of Kylian she ‘accidentally’ tripped, water spilled on his clothes and his shirt.

“Oh my god- would you look at that-“ she gasped, pretending to be shocked and sorry. Kylian looked at her, annoyed. He gazed at his shorts and his shoes. Was it childish? Absolutely. Did she care? No. If she had to act like a 5-year-old around him, then she would. She had told him the first time they met; she was very easily provoked. Neymar and Hakimi were cracking up next to him, holding their hands over their mouths so he wouldn’t see.

“Seven. Go change. Now!” yelled Galtier while Taylor joined next to him. Kylian smacked them both on the back of their heads as he was leaving and the two completely lost it when he left.

“Was that really necessary?” asked Galtier when they were far away from the rest of the team.

“It was an accident” she defended, drinking whatever water was left in her water bottle.

“Sure.” He nodded “Your one week of this act starts today. I expect them to know the whole truth by next Monday. Understood?”

She calculated the days in her mind “Yes, sir.”

“Do me a favor. Talk with them, I want a full report of each one, individually.”

“Each one?”

“Yes. By next Monday as well. Marcos can help. I suggest you have 1 on 1 meetings with them-“

“All of them?” what she was really asking was ‘even Kylian?’

“Yes. Is there a problem?”

She wanted to say yes. She wanted to tell him that she was in over her head but of course she wouldn’t admit it so she shook her head, biting her lips “No. No problem at all.” She faked a smile. Galtier gave her a nod and left her standing alone, terrified for what was going to follow on this day that hadn’t really started that great. She huffed and puffed, rubbing her face in despair.

“Estas Bien?”

She jumped, screaming. “WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP DOING THAT- I AM FRAGILE.” She yelled and turned around to face whoever it was that scared her this time. Her entire body froze when she saw him. 7-year-old her would have wrap her arms around him already but she had to be professional, she had to stay calm.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Leo.” He held his hand out or her, Taylor shook it with no hesitation, smiling. “We didn’t meet yesterday.”

She was speechless. She was never speechless, that was a whole different level of anxiety for her “Pleasure is all mine.” She said quickly, smiling. Did he know as well about her secret? He was this team’s MVP, he was the entire world’s MVP, lying to him felt wrong.

“I enjoy reading the blog. Your boss writes very well” So he didn’t know “I’d like to meet him.” She didn’t say anything to that, she just smiled and nodded. Messi ran back to his team to continue with training. While she mentally face palmed herself. That’s when she realized, she was standing on a field, almost in the middle of it, on the green grass. She watched the players from a distance, running around. Suddenly she couldn’t stop the memories from flooding in her mind, leaking. She used to run in between those cones, drippling and messing with her friends. She felt an ache in her heart, she held her chest. Trying to remind herself of why she stopped and where she was now. What she was meant to be doing. She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice Kylian staring.

He had just returned from the training room, still a little annoyed at her but she was a good match. She challenged him and obviously didn’t take any of his shit which made him want to go harder on her and he would eventually. That was a promise.

Taylor watched the boys as they played a simulation of the game. Separating in two equal teams and as always, she was making her notes while watching. Kylian was out of it, he kept missing the ball, tripping and whenever he was trying to go really hard with it, he’d fall on his face. Marquinhos kept yelling at him to get his head in the game, cursing him in French. Neymar spent more time drippling then actually passing the ball. They were lacking connection; it was like everyone was playing for themselves and themselves alone. When the simulation was over, they each parted around the field, each of them doing something different.

She’d take pictures of them sometimes. Raise her camera and snap some when they weren’t looking, making sure she kept the lenses away from Kylian.

“She’s taking pictures now?”

“A journalist. Taking pictures. For an article” Hakimi threw a ball at him “Who would have thought.”

Kylian caught the ball before it hit his face, making a grimace. “Should have been a comedian.” Hakimi smirked while running on the other side of the field.

While sitting on the benches she noticed Verratti, running. She stood up and ran towards him. He was making a sprint around the field and she joined him. He laughed when he saw her running alongside him.

“Can I help? tiny human.”

“I was looking at your stats. You’ve had 102 touches in Ligue 1 so far this season but only 44 during opening half on Friday’s game.”

Verratti stopped on his tracks, he did it so unexpectedly Taylor almost fell on him “Where are you getting those?”

She rebalanced herself “I’m a journalist it’s my job.”

“Friday was a hard game. Lens was good.”

“And you were bad. That’s not the point.” She shot back without even thinking. Verratti raised his eyebrows got closer to her “All I’m saying is that it’s like y’all wanted to lose. They owned the ball for almost the entire match and you were barely trying to get it back. It’s not like you”

“Is this leading up to a question?”

“Why?” her question was simple, why did that happen. Why was he so unfocused? Verratti didn’t answer, he made a few steps away and then continued his ran. She knew that look in his eyes, scared to admit to any answer. He ran towards Kylian who was on the ground doing stretches and knelt besides him.

Kylian looked up at him confused.

“You were right.” He told him, making him even more confused “she’s trouble.” Kylian searched for her on the field, she was talking to Ramos now, a conversation that seemed one sided because Ramos would barely look at her while she seemed like she was making some of her points. Verratti ran away from him but Kylian continued looking at the girl in the grey sweatpants. Danger and trouble were only one way to describe her.

INDOOR TRAINING CENTER - DAY

She was hungry she could hear it by the way her stomach whined. She searched the hallways for the kitchen making sure to keep away from where she had gone the day before and her day was brightening up because she had succeeded to stay away from Kylian. Sometimes she’d feel him staring and maybe throwing a few curses her way but she ignored it. Fortunately, she managed to find the kitchen, everyone going silent when she entered the room. Talk about an awkward moment. She ignored it, the same way she had been ignoring Kylian and went straight for the buffet. It was fish with rice. Her mother would laugh at her if she was here, she hated cooked fish, she only liked salmon in her sushi. But she had to stay calm, she kindly looked at the cook behind the counter smiling, nodding for her to put her a plate.

“What are you doing here?”

She close her eyes when she heard Kylian’s voice, ones again startled by the unexpected. She was starting to get used to it. People scaring her all the time in this place. She took the dish from the cook placing it on her disk. He was so close to her, leaning down to her ear, she was tempted to get the fork and stabbed it on his hand laying on the counter. “Currently being annoyed by a child.” She said bluntly, getting herself a glass of water too.

“This is only for the team. Not journalists” I’m part of the team you fucking moron, she wanted to say but she didn’t.

“Galtier has given me permission, so if you don’t mind-“she gave him a smile and carried her disk to an empty table to sit and eat. Kylian didn’t follow her or tried to pressure her more, he went and sat next to Verratti. Hakimi and Neymar were also in the table, eating.

“Galtier gave me permission” he mocked her voice and looked at his food. Hakimi choked on his water, coughing. While Verratti was shooting daggers at her.

“She’s gonna be 24/7 with us now?” Verratti asked. Taking a full bite aggressively. Hakimi watched the two men, his mouth half open, he kept feeling like he was in a classroom. Neymar on the other hand was too focused on his food to pay any attention to them.

“What did she say to you?”

“Something about my touches, I don’t know.” He took another full bite. “You think Galtier is actually listening to her?”

“I don’t know- why is Marquinhos with her?” Marquinhos had taken on her table, they were laughing about something. She was showing him some of her notes and pointing at the pages on her notebook. Marcos was nodding like he was agreeing with her. She lifted her hair up on a bun, uncovering her neck. There was a weird feeling catching up on his chest so he looked away. She was pointing at Ramos, Marquinhos following her gaze. “What are they talking about?” he groaned. Neymar finally looked up from his food “Did you know he drove her home last night?” asked Kylian but it was more of a statement.

Neymar smirked, nodding “Nice.”

“Kylian!” Warned Hakimi, throwing one of his used napkins at him “dangerous territory. Stay out of it.”

“She’s always showing him her notes, why?”

“Maybe because he is the captain.”

“And what does the captain care about a journalist’s notes? I want to see them too.”

Hakimi threw him another napkin “Get. Over. yourself.”

Kylian rolled his eyes, took a spoon of rice and put in his mouth. Chewing aggresively. Verratti nudged him on the shoulder and leaned down to whisper “we have to get that notebook”

He glanced up at her one last time. Their eyes meeting just for a second.

“We will” he reassured him.

OUTDOOR TRAINING SPACE - AFTERNOON

Taylor was packing her stuff, throwing everything in her bag. Training was over and it was raining again but this time she was prepared, she had already called for an uber that was supposed to be out in 10 minutes. She noticed him nearing by the corner of her eye, she thought that if she didn’t say anything at all he’d go away but for some reason he came and stood next to her, when she dropped one of her pens he knelt down before her but as he raised his body again his head crashed on her chin. She backed up, groaning and he held the top of his head annoyed. She held her chin, cursing.

“You had already seen me kneeling-“he yelled, rubbing his head.

“No one asked you to reach for it-“she spat back at him and snatched the pen from his hands throwing it on the bag.

“I was trying to help!”

“Try less.” She mumbled. Obviously still annoyed and offended by yesterday’s comments. He bit on the inside of his cheek, making a step closer. “I don’t like people invading my personal space.”

“I wanted to apologize.” He said quickly. Hands behind his back. Her head shot up, she searched for his eyes to see if was mocking her again. He seemed sincere and yet there was something that worried her, people didn’t change so quick and so easy. She narrowed her eyes.

“Galtier, made you say that?”

“No.” he laughed “We started off on the wrong foot and it’s my fault.” She listened, her eyes examining him, expecting him to start laughing in her face “I shouldn’t have said those things yesterday. I was just surprised to see you there.” She blushed, remembering their encounter and lifted her bag to hang it over her shoulder “you’re obviously gonna be here for a while so we have to find a way to coexist that doesn’t have you spilling your water all over me- or you know slapping me-“she laughed at that, she couldn’t help it.

“That’s a nice apology.” She shrugged

“Is it acceptable?”

“It’s been noted.” She smiled and started walking away, he trailed behind her.

“You know I wanted to talk to you about your notes” she stopped, looked at him. Her expression had gone back to suspicious “Whatever you said to Verratti it hit a chord. I was wondering what you have on me-“ he pointed at her bag.

“You did? Didn’t think you’d respect my opinions Kylian.”

“Marquinhos seems to be entertaining them. He talked with Verratti after you showed him your notebook-“

“That’s what this is about?” she laughed, shaking her head “I should have known. God. You have to work on your approaches.”

“I don’t understand what you mean-“

“You are trying to get close to me so you’ll read the notebook.” He laughed nervously, hiding his hands on his pockets “It’s not gonna work Kylian. You wanna know what my notes for you are? Respectfully to get your head out of your ass. “ she paused “You are one of the greatest players of our time and yet you choose to limit yourself time after time for show and pride. Six lost possessions and only 25 touches in Friday’s game and you wonder why my boss is dragging your ass? Why don’t you drop the tough guy act and admit that the only reason you hate me so much is because I’m right-“ she closed her eyes “I mean my boss is right- whatever it doesn’t matter.” She sighed “I have to go.” She turned to leave, stopping when hearing his next question.

“Your boss thinks I’m the greatest player of our time?”

She hesitated, thought about it but turned around eventually “That’s what you got from all that?” she scoffed “he thinks you could be. If you stopped trying to be the next Ronaldo and just be Mbappe.”

They stood still, looking at each other until he made a step forward. Suddenly he cared to know more, no one except Galtier had spoken to him like that but Galtier was his coach. She was just a girl, obviously not caring who he was. When she said she didn’t intimidate easy, she meant it “Do you?” he asked her and she seemed taken aback by the question. She took a minute before answering.

“I’m still trying to figure it out.” She said and walked away. “So far you’re just the greatest pain in my ass”

He stayed late in the gym that night, he didn’t want to go home.

It was lonely there and he had to find something to keep his distracted. Why did he care about what JW and that tiny person thought all of a sudden? Is that what drove him as insane as he was that they were right? Six missed possessions weren’t a small number. He took out his phone and searched for the girl’s Instagram, there were countless Taylor wilock’s. Some of the profile pictures didn’t even show their face and were private. He couldn’t find it. Then he got the notification on his phone about a new article on the JW website. He clicked on it, started reading:

“I’ve sent one of my journalists on the PSG headquarters and she has already spent 2 days with the team. When she gets back to me, she is always confused, mixed emotions she says. The team seems to lack not in skill but in spirit, like they’ve all fallen apart after the world cup and struggling to return on their roots. We have a broken-hearted Neymar that dives willingly into red cards, A Messi who is returning as a winner in the country he beat. A Hakimi that takes his exhaustion out on opponents, a Verratti that seems to be lacking moral and of course an Mbappe who has to work alongside the man that beat him to his second world cup. And these are supposed to be the wild cards, meanwhile the rest are falling apart behind them. It takes all pieces to complete a puzzle. Equal pieces. Even if some of them are golden...”

The golden child. That's what she called him when they first met, he thought.

TAYLOR'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

"think about it" said Marquinhos on the other line. She looked at her computer while the notifications on her latest post were going wild. "If they see your talent. It will be easier to trust you. Plus you'll see how the play firsthand" She was thinking about it. All the things that could go wrong, not for professionally but personally more than anything.

"fine. Yeah, I'll join the simulation game tomorrow." She agreed "but just for first half."

"I'll be honest. Seeing you against Kylian. That's gonna be fun."

"is that the only reason you want me to join the training?" She teased, petting the cat that had cuddled on her legs.

"isn't beating him the only reason you are accepting?”

Maybe, she thought. But she never said it.

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